Chapter 613- Fucking the Two Women
Her voice carried to the rock wall and died. The qi dome absorbed it. Her son sat in perfect, undisturbed meditation.
Her legs gave out.
Tianlong caught her. He turned her face back toward him, his thumb pressing against her wet cheek.
"He cannot hear you," he said. "He cannot see you. He cannot smell what his mother’s cunt smells like right now — soaked, ruined, leaking another man’s seed." His thumb traced her jaw. "He is cultivating. Isn’t that what you wanted for him?"
Her eyes overflowed. Her lips trembled. She looked at her son one more time, then down at her own body — her dress ruined, her tits exposed and raw, her thighs slick with cum and her own arousal dripping from her gaping cunt.
The Liu mother tried as well. "C-Cai’er! Cai’er, please — mama needs — "
Silence.
Her son’s golden aura flickered. He was breaking through. His cultivation was advancing. The very act of Tianlong’s qi infusion was accelerating his progress.
The Liu mother’s mouth opened. Closed. Her face crumbled. She looked at Tianlong with wet, broken eyes and understood. Her son’s breakthrough was being powered by the qi of the man who was destroying her body. Every thrust, every load — it fed back into the spiritual energy he channeled into the boys. Her degradation was her son’s cultivation.
Her knees buckled. She sank to the ground, her thick ass pressing against her heels, her enormous tits resting on her thighs.
Tianlong looked down at both women.
"On your sons," he said.
Both mothers froze.
"What?" the Cai mother whispered.
He pointed. Ten feet away, both boys sat in meditation. The qi dome made them deaf, blind, numb to the physical world. But their bodies were still there. Still present.
"Crawl to your sons," Tianlong said. "Kneel before them. Let what leaks from your cunts drip onto their robes."
The Cai mother shook her head. "N-No — that’s — he’s my son, I can’t — "
Tianlong’s hand closed around her throat. Not squeezing. Not yet. Just holding. His thumb rested against her pulse.
"You will crawl," he said, "or I will carry you there and bend you over his lap."
She crawled.
On her hands and knees, her heavy tits swaying beneath her, her thick ass raised, the Cai mother crawled across the garden stone toward her meditating son. Her raw nipples scraped the ground. His cum leaked from her cunt and anal, trailing behind her on the stone. She reached her son’s side and knelt before him, her face level with his chest, his golden aura warm against her skin.
"Xiao Fan," she whispered. "Mama is here. Mama is — "
Her cunt throbbed. A thick glob of divine cum slid from her gaping entrance and splattered onto her son’s robe, soaking into the fabric at his thigh. She watched it happen. She watched another man’s seed stain her son’s cultivation garment, and her body — her traitorous, broken body — produced another wave of arousal that mixed with the leakage.
Her hands gripped her own thighs. Her nails dug into the soft flesh. She could feel her pussy pulsing, the swollen lips still gaping, still refusing to close after the brutal stretching. The sensation of emptiness — of being hollowed out and filled and hollowed again — made her whole lower body feel numb and electric at the same time.
The Liu mother crawled to her son.
She reached him and knelt beside him, her thick body pressed against his side. Her tits flattened against his arm. Her face buried against his shoulder, and she cried — silent, heaving sobs that shook her entire frame. Her cunt leaked onto his robe, the cum soaking through to his skin beneath.
She could feel the warmth of his body. The steady rhythm of his breathing. His cultivation aura hummed against her bare skin like sunlight. He was so close. So close and so unaware.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to shake him. She wanted to say *your mother is kneeling beside you with a man’s cum pouring from her body and she cannot stop it and she cannot stop her own cunt from wanting more.*
But her mouth only opened and closed. No sound reached him.
Tianlong walked to them.
He stood behind both kneeling mothers, looking down at them. Both women were pressed against their sons’ sides, their tits mashed against the boys’ robes, their cunts leaking onto their children’s clothes.
He asked the air — asked the garden, asked the waterfall, asked the qi dome itself: "What does it look like outside?"
A voice answered. Not a person. The garden itself, or rather the formation he’d embedded in the landscape centuries ago. The formation that masked this entire area from external observation.
"It is raining, Lord Tianlong," the formation spirit said. "Heavy rain. The garden is obscured. No one can see inside."
"Good," he said.
He knelt behind the Cai mother. His hands gripped her thick hips. His cock, still hard, still slick with both women’s fluids, pressed against her cunt from behind.
She gasped. Her fingers dug into her son’s robe.
"No — not here — not against him — please — "
He drove inside.
PAH!
"AAANGH~!!"
Her scream was raw. The gag was gone. Her voice ripped from her throat, loud and desperate, aimed at her son’s ear — and it reached nothing. His aura absorbed it. His meditation continued unbroken.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"
Her thick ass clapped back against his pelvis with each thrust. Her enormous tits swung forward, the stiff nipples dragging across her son’s arm. She could feel his skin against her nipples. Could feel his warmth. Could feel the cock inside her cunt stretching her open while her son’s cultivation aura hummed against her bare flesh.
Her mind cracked. The sensation was too much — the numbness in her legs spreading upward, the fullness in her cunt making her belly clench, her son’s body so close she could feel his heartbeat through his arm while another man’s cock slammed into her over and over.
*Xiao Fan, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Your mother’s cunt is being ruined right next to you and I can feel your aura on my skin and it feels — it feels — *
Her cunt clenched. She came. Her body convulsed, her thick thighs shaking, her pussy gushing around his cock. The juices sprayed onto her son’s lap, soaking his robe through completely.
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! AAANGH~!! OUNGH~!!"
Tianlong grabbed her hair. He pulled her head back, arching her spine, her tits lifting off her son’s arm and swinging wildly. He fucked her through the orgasm, his hips slamming against her thick ass with enough force to push her entire body forward.
"Look at him," Tianlong said. "Look at your son while you cum on another man’s cock."
She opened her eyes. Her son’s face was serene. Peaceful. His cultivation was advancing. His aura was bright. And his mother was cumming on a cock three feet from his face.
Pah pah PAH! PAAAH!
"UNGH~! HNNNGH~!! HIEKK~!!!"
He pulled out of the Cai mother and moved to the Liu mother.
She was still pressed against her son’s side, her face wet with tears, her body trembling. She felt his hands on her hips and her whole body went rigid.
"Please," she whispered. "Not — not against Cai’er — "
He pressed his cock against her anal. The head, slick with the Cai mother’s cum, pushed against her ruined ring.
PAAAH!
"AAIYAANGH~!!"