Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

Her scream vibrated against her son’s shoulder. Her fingers clawed at his robe, tearing the fabric. Her anal clenched around Tianlong’s cock, the burning stretch making her vision go white.

PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!

"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

Her thick ass rippled with each impact. Her heavy tits were crushed against her son’s arm, the nipples pressing into his skin through the torn robe. She could feel her own cunt leaking onto his leg — her arousal and the cum from earlier, mixing together, soaking into his cultivation clothes.

’Cai’er, mama is sorry. Mama’s ass is being torn open next to you and your robe is soaked with another man’s cum and mama’s own juices and you’re going to advance and you’ll never know. You’ll never know what your mother did for your cultivation.’

Her body shook. Her anal spasmed around his cock. She came — anally, brutally, her whole body convulsing. Her cunt sprayed onto her son’s lap, mixing with the Cai mother’s fluids already soaking his robes.

PAH PAH PAH! PAAAH! PHACCK!

"HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

Tianlong fucked both women against their sons.

He alternated. Cai mother’s cunt. Liu mother’s anal. Cai mother’s anal. Liu mother’s cunt. The sounds of wet flesh filled the qi dome, mixing with both women’s screams and sobs. Both boys sat in perfect meditation, their robes soaked with their mothers’ juices, their auras bright and advancing.

PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK! PHACCK!

"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

"MMMPH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! HIEKK~!!!"

The Cai mother’s body went limp first. She slumped against her son, her face pressing into his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist. She was crying — broken, heaving sobs that shook her entire frame. Her cunt and anal were ruined, gaping, leaking. Her legs were numb. Her whole lower body felt like it belonged to someone else.

"Help me," she whispered into her son’s chest. "Xiao Fan, help mama. Please."

His aura pulsed. Warm. Golden. Unreachable.

The Liu mother followed. Her body collapsed against her son, her face buried in his neck, her thick body shaking. Her anal burned. Her cunt throbbed. She could feel the cum inside her — deep inside her, filling her, the warmth spreading through her belly.

"Cai’er," she whimpered. "Mama needs you. Mama needs — "

Her son’s breathing remained steady. His cultivation base flickered. Another breakthrough.

Tianlong pulled both women off their sons.

He dragged them back to the center of the garden, in front of both boys. Both women knelt on the stone, their bodies wrecked, their faces wet with tears and cum and saliva. He stood before them, his cock enormous and dripping, the shaft thick and veined, the head crimson and swollen.

He grabbed the Cai mother’s face and kissed her.

His tongue pushed into her mouth. She tasted herself — her own cunt, her own anal, his cum. She sobbed into the kiss, her hands gripping his wrists, her body too weak to resist. He released her and grabbed the Liu mother. Same kiss. Same brutal, possessive claim. She whimpered, her lips parting, her tongue meeting his despite herself.

Both women were crying when he released them.

His hands found their tits. He grabbed both — one in each hand — his fingers sinking into the heavy, soft flesh. The Cai mother’s enormous breast deformed under his grip, the stiff nipple poking between his fingers. He squeezed. She gasped. He pinched the nipple — hard, twisting, pulling it outward until her breast stretched into a cone.

"Ah — AH~!"

The Liu mother received the same treatment. His other hand mauled her heavy tit, his fingers digging into the flesh, his thumb grinding against her raw nipple. She arched, her mouth opening, her hands gripping his forearms.

He pulled both nipples simultaneously. Both women screamed.

"Bear me a good son," he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. As though discussing tea. "You both are high-quality wombs. Your bodies were made for this — made to carry strong seed, made to produce powerful children."

Both women sobbed. The Cai mother’s tears ran down her cheeks and dripped onto his hand. The Liu mother’s body shook, her thick thighs pressing together, her ruined cunt leaking onto the stone.

He released their tits. Both heavy mounds dropped, the nipples red and swollen, the flesh marked with finger-shaped bruises.

He sat on the rock.

His cock stood upright, the shaft thick and gleaming. He looked at both women.

"Sit," he said. "On my lap. Both of you."

The Cai mother moved first. Her legs barely functioned. She crawled to him, her heavy tits dragging on the stone, and climbed onto his lap. She positioned herself facing him, her thick thighs straddling his hips, her cunt hovering over his cock.

She sank down.

The full twelve inches filled her cunt in one slow, devastating descent. Her belly distended slightly as the cock pushed past her cervix and into the deepest part of her womb. She screamed — a long, broken wail that echoed inside the qi dome.

"AAANGH~!! HNNNGH~!!"

The Liu mother climbed onto his lap behind the Cai mother. She straddled his thighs, pressing her body against the Cai mother’s back, her heavy tits mashing against the other woman’s spine. She lowered herself onto his cock — her anal this time. The ruined ring offered no resistance. The cock slid into her bowels and she sobbed, her face buried against the Cai mother’s neck.

Both women sat on his lap. Both filled. Both trembling.

Tianlong’s hands rested on their hips. He held them there, his cock buried in both women, their bodies pressed together, their combined fluids soaking his lap.

"Stay," he said. "Let it settle."

Both women whimpered. The Cai mother’s cunt clenched around him in involuntary pulses. The Liu mother’s anal gripped him in desperate, rhythmic contractions. Their bodies were trying to push him out — and failing. Trying to close around him — and failing. They could feel every vein, every ridge, every pulse of his cock inside them.

The Cai mother’s mind was fragmenting. The fullness was absolute. Her cunt had been stretched beyond recovery — she could feel the walls gaping, the entrance refusing to close, the cock sitting inside her like a plug in a broken vessel. Her belly was warm. The cum from earlier sat deep in her womb, and the cock keeping it there was already producing more precum, the hot fluid mixing with the seed already inside her.

She looked over her shoulder. Both sons sat in meditation. Their robes were soaked. The stone beneath them was wet. But their faces were peaceful.

Tianlong’s hand found the Liu mother’s chin. He turned her head and kissed her again. Soft this time. Possessive. His tongue explored her mouth while his cock throbbed inside her anal.

He broke the kiss and pulled the Cai mother’s face toward him. Same kiss. Same claim. She sobbed into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his robes.

His hands moved down. Both hands gripped their asses — one hand on each thick cheek — squeezing the soft flesh, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. He pulled them tighter against his lap, driving his cock deeper into both women.

"UNGH~!" "AAANGH~!"

Both women convulsed. The Cai mother’s cunt sprayed — a thin stream of fluid jetting from around his cock and pooling on his lap. The Liu mother’s anal clenched so hard her whole body locked up, her back arching, her tits pressing against the Cai mother’s back.

Tianlong held them until they stopped shaking. Then he lifted the Cai mother off his cock and set her on the stone beside him. He lifted the Liu mother and placed her on his other side.

Both women slumped. Their holes gaped. Their thighs were soaked. Their bellies were full.

His cock stood upright, still hard, still dripping.

The Cai mother saw it. Her hands moved before her mind could stop them. She reached for his cock — her fingers wrapping around the shaft, the heat of it burning her palms. She stroked. Her hands moved up and down the thick length, her fingers unable to close around the girth.

The Liu mother moved too. She leaned forward, her tongue extending, and licked his chest. Her tongue traced the defined muscles, tasting salt and skin and the faint, electric tingle of divine qi. Her hands joined the Cai mother’s on his cock — four hands now, all working together, stroking and massaging the thick shaft.

Both women knelt before him. Both working his cock. The Cai mother’s hands focused on the shaft, her fingers squeezing, sliding, the precum serving as lubricant. The Liu mother’s hands worked the head, her thumbs circling the crimson crown, her fingers tracing the ridge.

Tianlong sat back and watched them.

He looked past both women — past their bent heads, past their swaying heavy tits, past their bruised and marked asses — to the two boys sitting in meditation.

Both sons were advancing. Their cultivation bases were growing. Their auras were bright and steady.

Their mothers were on their knees before him, servicing his cock with their hands and tongues.

He placed one hand on each woman’s head.

"Continue," he said.

Both women continued. The Cai mother lowered her mouth to his cock, her lips wrapping around the head, her tongue swirling. The Liu mother’s mouth found his chest again, her teeth grazing his nipple while her hands kept stroking the shaft.

Pah — the soft, wet sound of the Cai mother’s mouth on his cock. Different from the brutal flesh-slaps of fucking. Quieter. More intimate. More degrading.

She sucked. Her cheeks hollowed. Her tongue worked the underside of the head while her hands pumped the shaft. She could taste both women on him — her own cunt, the Liu mother’s anal, the mixed cum. She gagged but didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.

The Liu mother’s tongue traced down his chest to his stomach. Her hands slid lower, cupping his balls — the heavy, cum-filled sac that had already pumped enough seed into both women to populate a village. She massaged them, feeling the weight, the tension, the promise of more.

Both mothers serviced him while their sons cultivated ten feet away.

Tianlong watched the boys. Watched their auras. Watched their cultivation bases grow stronger with each passing minute.

He smiled.

"Good jobs, ladies."