Chapter 634- Too Small for this Cock
Tianlong finished with Jia Ying the way a man finishes with a tool he has no further use for.
He lifted her off his cock — the wet, obscene ’schlorp’ echoing across the training ground — and set her on the stone. Her legs gave out immediately. She crumpled, her small round tits heaving, her blonde-furred cunt gaping and leaking a thick mixture of blood, arousal, and divine cum. Her blue eyes were glazed, unfocused, her lips parted, drool running down her chin. Her cultivation base — previously Qi Refining — pulsed with new Foundation Establishment energy, the golden light visible through her skin.
She crawled — weak, trembling — toward the edge of the platform, where the other fucked disciples sat.
There were five of them now. Lin Xue. Song Li. Xu Ran. Hua Mei. And now Jia Ying. Five naked women, their bodies wrecked, their pussies gaping and leaking, their thighs soaked with blood and cum and their own arousal. They sat in lotus position — legs crossed, hands on their knees, eyes closed. Their cultivation bases were cycling. The divine qi from Tianlong’s seed sat in their dantians like molten gold, and their meridians were widening with every breath. Their spiritual seas were churning, expanding, condensing.
They were getting stronger. Right there, in front of everyone. Getting stronger while their cum-leaking cunts dripped onto the stone.
Tianlong turned back to the crowd. His cock — still hard, still enormous, slick with the fluids of five women — swung between his thighs as he walked. The divine qi rolled off his body in waves, hitting every naked woman like a physical blow.
His gold-crimson eyes scanned the trembling sea of bodies. Tits of every size. Pussies of every shape. Hairy mounds and bare mounds. Stiff nipples and swollen lips. Over a hundred naked, dripping, terrified, aroused women.
He pointed.
"You."
The disciple he chose was the sixth. Her name was Zhou Ping.
She was chubby. Not fat — ’chubby’. Soft. Round. The kind of body that carried weight in all the places that mattered. Her tits were enormous — heavier than any disciple he had fucked so far, the mounds wide and full, the nipples large and brown, the areolae wide and puckered. Her belly was soft, rounded, the skin pale and smooth. Her hips were wide — child-bearing hips, thick and strong. Her ass was thick and round, the cheeks heavy, the flesh soft and deep. Her thighs were thick, the inner surfaces rubbing together when she walked. Her arms were soft, her shoulders round. Her face was round, full-cheeked, with small eyes and full lips. Her hair was black, cut short at her shoulders. Her pubic hair was a dense, thick forest — black curls covering her entire mound, creeping down her inner thighs, spreading toward her navel. Her armpits were unshaven — thick black tufts visible as she raised her arms.
She was not beautiful in the classical sense. She was not elegant. She was not refined.
She was ’soft’. Plump. Warm. The kind of body that a man could sink into. The kind of body that would jiggle and ripple and deform under his hands. The kind of body that Tianlong’s Horny God Physique responded to with genuine, primal interest.
Zhou Ping’s round face went white. Then red. Then white again. Her enormous tits heaved, the brown nipples hardening visibly. Her thick thighs pressed together, the soft flesh squishing. Her dense-furred pussy throbbed — a visible contraction, the lips clenching beneath the hair, the arousal running down her inner thighs in thick streams.
"M-me?" she stammered. Her voice was small. High. Frightened. "Ancestor — I — I’m not — I’m not like the others — I’m —"
"Come here," Tianlong said.
Zhou Ping walked. Her thick body moved with a soft, rolling gait — her enormous tits swaying with each step, the heavy mounds swinging left and right, the brown nipples pointing. Her thick ass shifted, the cheeks moving against each other. Her soft belly jiggled. Her thick thighs rubbed. Her bare feet padded on the cold stone.
She stopped in front of him. Her enormous tits were level with his lower chest. Her round face tilted up toward his gold-crimson eyes. Her dense-furred pussy was inches from his cock.
Tianlong looked down at her body. His eyes traced her enormous tits — the heavy, wide mounds, the large brown nipples, the soft flesh overflowing. He looked at her soft belly, her wide hips, her thick thighs. He looked at her dense, black-furred pussy.
"I like this one," he said.
His voice carried across the training ground. Every naked disciple heard it. Every pair of eyes locked on the chubby woman standing before the ancestor, her enormous tits heaving, her round face burning.
"She is good," Tianlong continued. His hand reached out and grabbed her left tit. His fingers sank into the soft, heavy flesh — the mound deforming, the flesh overflowing between his fingers, the brown nipple pressing against his palm. He squeezed. Zhou Ping gasped, her back arching, her thick body pushing toward him. "A woman should be good enough. Soft. Thick. Made for fucking."
He grabbed her right tit. Same grip. Same squeeze. Same deformation. Both enormous mounds were in his hands, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs grinding against the stiff nipples. Zhou Ping’s knees buckled. Her dense-furred pussy gushed — the arousal running down her inner thighs in rivers, soaking into the thick forest of black hair.
"I — Ancestor — I’m not — I’ve never —" she stammered, her round face crimson, her small eyes wet.
"Good," he said. "Virgin. I can feel it. Your cunt is tight. Swollen. Unused."
His hand left her right tit and slid down her soft belly. Down. Down. His fingers found her dense pubic hair — the thick, curly forest — and pushed through. He found her pussy. Swollen. Wet. The lips thick and fat, the clit hard and protruding, the entrance tight and virgin.
He pushed two fingers inside.
"AAANGH~!" Zhou Ping’s round face contorted. Her enormous tits swung forward, the brown nipples pointing. Her thick thighs locked around his hand, then fell open. Her hips bucked — pushing her cunt onto his fingers, the soft flesh of her ass and thighs rippling with the motion.
Her virgin cunt was tight. Tighter than any of the others. The walls — soft, untouched, swollen with arousal — gripped his fingers like a vice. The divine qi from his hand burned through her cunt walls and into her dantian. Her cultivation base — weak, flickering, early Qi Refining — surged.
"Ah — ah — what — what is — my body — my cultivation —" she gasped, her small eyes wide.
Tianlong withdrew his fingers. He grabbed her hips — his large hands sinking into the soft flesh of her waist, his fingers gripping the thick padding — and turned her around. He bent her over the platform edge.
Her enormous tits pressed against the stone, the heavy mounds flattening, the brown nipples scraping the rough surface. Her soft belly rested on the platform. Her thick ass was raised — the cheeks heavy and round, the soft flesh parting to reveal her dense-furred pussy and her tight, pink anal.
Her dense black pubic hair was matted with arousal. The thick lips of her cunt were visible through the forest — pink, swollen, glistening. Her anal was small, tight, untouched.
Tianlong pressed his cock against her entrance. The crimson head — broad, leaking precum — pushed against her fat, swollen pussy lips. The lips parted. The head spread them. The tight virgin entrance stretched around the crown.
"NO — WAIT — ANCESTOR — PLEASE — IT’S TOO BIG — YOU’LL TEAR ME — I’M TOO SMALL — I CAN’T —"