Chapter 650 - The Mouth Stuffed for Being Too Loud
His weight pressed down on her enormous tits. The heavy mounds were crushed beneath his pelvis, the flesh deforming, overflowing around his thighs. His cock — flaccid, thick, nine inches — rested between her tits, the pale shaft lying in the valley of dark silk, the crimson head pointing toward her chin.
Madam Xu’s grey eyes stared at his cock. It was inches from her face. She could smell it — the musk of the Horny God Physique, the pheromones that radiated from his body, the scent that made her thighs clench and her pussy throb despite her terror.
He placed his cock on her lips. The thick, soft head rested against her mouth — the warmth, the weight, the smooth skin pressing against her full lips.
"Suck," he said.
She tried to spit. Her lips pursed. Her head turned. She tried to push the cock away with her tongue, her mouth clamped shut, her jaw clenched.
He slapped her with his cock.
The sound was sharp — the wet ’thwack’ of soft flesh against her cheek. The impact wasn’t hard — he controlled it perfectly — but the sensation of a man’s cock slapping her face was so shocking, so degrading, so utterly outside her experience as the respectable wife of a wealthy merchant, that her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened in a gasp of pure shock.
He pushed.
His cock slid into her open mouth. The thick, soft head passed her lips, the warmth filling her oral cavity, the taste — salt, skin, musk, the electric tingle of divine qi — flooding her senses. Her grey eyes bulged. Her cheeks flushed. Her enormous tits heaved beneath his weight.
She tried to bite.
Her teeth closed around his shaft — her jaw clenching, her molars grinding against the tissue. She bit down. Hard. With every ounce of strength in her jaw.
His cock didn’t yield.
The tissue — soft enough to compress, spongy enough to deform — absorbed her bite like a sponge absorbing water. Her teeth couldn’t pierce the skin. Couldn’t damage the tissue. Couldn’t do anything except press into the soft surface and slide off.
Tianlong felt her bite. He looked down at her face — her grey eyes bulging, her jaw clenched, her teeth embedded in his shaft — and he smiled.
"That’s enjoyable," he said. "Keep trying."
Madam Xu’s eyes went wide. Her jaw loosened. Her teeth released his shaft. Her mouth opened wider, the realization that she couldn’t hurt him — that she couldn’t even mark him — draining the last of her resistance.
He pushed deeper.
His cock — still flaccid, still soft — folded in her mouth. The shaft bent, the flexible tissue curving around her tongue, past her tonsils, into her throat. The softness was a mercy — a hard cock of this size would have torn her throat open. Instead, the flaccid shaft slid deeper, the head curving down her esophagus like a snake entering a tunnel.
Her throat bulged. The outline of his cock — visible through the skin of her neck — created a ridge that shifted as the shaft moved deeper. Her grey eyes rolled upward, the whites showing. Tears sprang from the corners, running down her temples, soaking into the silk pillow.
"GGLLK~!" The sound was muffled. Choked. The involuntary gag reflex hit her, her throat convulsing around his shaft, the muscles milking, squeezing, the walls of her esophagus pulsing.
He sat on her face.
His pelvis settled over her mouth, his weight pressing his cock to its full depth — the entire nine-inch flaccid shaft buried in her throat, his balls resting against her chin. His hands rested on the headboard, his body supported by his arms, his weight distributed across her face and chest.
Her enormous tits were crushed beneath his thighs, the heavy mounds deforming, the nipples visible between his legs. Her tied hands clawed at the headboard. Her tied legs kicked — uselessly, the silk strips holding firm.
Tears poured from her grey eyes. Her face went red. Then purple. Her throat convulsed around his cock, the muscles working in desperate, involuntary pulses. Her body arched beneath him, her back lifting, her enormous tits pressing harder against his thighs.
"GGLLK~! GGLLK~! GGLLK~!"
He began to move. Up and down. His hips rising and falling, his cock sliding in and out of her throat. The motion was slow — deliberate, controlled — each withdrawal pulling the shaft back until the head rested on her tongue, each thrust driving it back into her esophagus.
Her throat bulged with each descent. The ridge — the outline of his cock — appeared and disappeared, moving up and down her neck. Her grey eyes rolled, the whites showing, the tears flowing. Her full lips were stretched around the base of his shaft, the saliva pouring from the corners of her mouth, running down her cheeks, pooling in her ears.
"GGLLK~! GGLLK~! GGLLK~!"
She tried to speak. Tried to scream. Her mouth was full of cock. Her throat was full of cock. The sounds that emerged were muffled, choked, broken.
"Someone — save me," she managed, the words barely audible around his shaft, the syllables garbled and wet. "Please — someone — save —"
No one came.
The elder of the Xu family — peak Core Formation, two centuries of cultivation — sat downstairs at the table, his face in his hands, his white hair hanging over his fingers. His great-grandson sat beside him, his pampered face grey, his hands shaking. The two Foundation Establishment guards stood at the door, their heads bowed.
They could hear her. Through the floor. Through the walls. The muffled sounds of a woman’s voice. The wet, rhythmic sounds. The ’gglk gglk gglk’ of a throat being used.
They did nothing.
Tianlong rode her face. Slowly. Deliberately. His gold-crimson eyes watching her body — her enormous crushed tits, her tied spread legs, her silk panty darkening with arousal as the Horny God Physique’s pheromones did their work. Her pussy — hidden beneath the silk fabric — was getting wet. Soaked. The arousal running down her inner thighs, the fabric absorbing it, the dark stain spreading.
Her body was betraying her. The fear, the humiliation, the degradation — all of it was real. But the pheromones were stronger. Her cunt was throbbing. Her nipples were hard — visibly hard, poking through the silk robes, pressing against his thighs. Her hips were moving — small, involuntary rotations, her body seeking stimulation, her pussy clenching around nothing.
’I am being face-fucked — a god’s cock is in my throat — my mouth is being used — and I am — I am getting WET — my pussy is — the pheromones — I can feel them — on my skin — in my mouth — in my throat — they’re making me — making my body want — want —’
’My husband has never — no man has ever — this is — this is degradation — this is punishment — I am being PUNISHED — and my cunt is DRIPPING —’
"GGLLK~! GGLLK~! GGLLK~!"
He withdrew. Slowly. His cock slid from her throat — inch by inch, the flaccid shaft emerging, wet with her saliva. The head rested on her tongue. He held it there.
"Let’s first set up your mouth," he said.
His voice was calm. Instructional. The tone of a teacher evaluating a student’s progress.
He pushed back in. Deep. The full length. Her throat bulged. Her eyes rolled. Her body convulsed.
"GGLLK~!!"
He established a rhythm. In and out. In and out. Her throat was being trained — the gag reflex diminishing, the muscles learning to accommodate his girth, the convulsions becoming less desperate and more rhythmic.
"That’s better," he said. "Your mouth is learning."
Madam Xu’s grey eyes — wet, red, rolled — stared up at him from between his thighs. Her sharp face was a mask of saliva and tears and humiliation. Her enormous tits were crushed. Her tied body was spread. Her pussy was soaking through her silk panty.
And somewhere, in the depths of her mortification, in the core of her being — beneath the fear and the shame and the anger — a small, traitorous part of her recognized that his cock was the most magnificent thing she had ever touched. That the divine qi flooding her body through her throat was making her meridians tingle. That her cultivation base — non-existent, she was a mortal wife — was stirring.
And she hated herself for it.
"GGLLK~! GGLLK~! GGLLK~!"