Chapter 772- Tianlong wants to take Bed Warmers
The daughter, on top of the mother. Her body, the brown, full frame, was on her mother’s. Her boobs, the bigger-than-average mounds, pressed against her mother’s enormous tits. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen cunt, was above her mother’s pussy. Her anal, the brown ring, the stretched hole, was there.
Four holes. Two pussies. Two anals. All four, aligned. All four, accessible.
And Tianlong. His divine power, his transcendent cultivation, his domain control, was there. Four cocks. Not one. Four. The divine formation, the astral projection, the manifestation of divine qi, created four cocks. Four, twelve-inch, thick, veined, crimson-headed cocks. Each one real. Each one solid. Each one capable of fucking.
Four cocks. Four holes. All at once.
He fucked all four. Simultaneously. The speed, the pace, was beyond human. The divine strength, the transcendent power, drove all four cocks. In and out. In and out. The rhythm, the synchronized, relentless, overwhelming rhythm, was there.
PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"
The two women screamed. The sounds, the raw, primal, continuous, overlapping screams of two women being fucked in four holes simultaneously, filled the garden. The pond, the water, splashed. The waves, the ripples, the churned, frothy, cum-mixed water, was there.
They could feel it. The four cocks. The sensation, the impossible, overwhelming, reality-breaking sensation of having both their pussy and their anal fucked at the same time, simultaneously, by the same man, was beyond comprehension. It was as if four men were fucking them. But it was one. One god.
"AAAAH~!" the mother screamed. Her voice, the musical, aristocratic, noble voice, was gone. Replaced by the raw, primal, guttural scream of a woman being destroyed. "I cannot... I cannot take... four... four at once... I..."
"Mother!" the daughter screamed. Her voice, the raw, desperate voice, was there. "Mother! I feel... I feel them in my... in both... oh gods... oh gods..."
The cocks, the four divine organs, drove. The pussies, the two hairy, swollen, raw cunts, were impaled. The anals, the two stretched, trained, ruined sphincters, were impaled. The speed, the pace, was blurring.
PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!
Both women exploded. The orgasms, the simultaneous, overwhelming, divine orgasms, hit. Their bodies, the two thick frames, convulsed. Their pussies, the four holes, clenched. The fluid, the squirt, the thin, clear streams, arced. The piss, the involuntary, shameless, forced urination, came. The yellow fluid, mixing with the pond water, was there.
They screamed. The sounds, the raw, primal, earth-shattering screams, filled the garden. The servants, the maids, the guards, in the distance, heard. They did not come.
The divine cum, the four loads, erupted. Into four holes. The pussies, the wombs, were filled. The anals, the rectums, were filled. The seed, the thick, white, divine semen, filled both women. The divine qi, flowing through the cum, through the walls, through the meridians, through the dantians, was absorbed.
The light ignited.
The golden glow, the breakthrough qi, blazed from both women. Not one pillar. Two. Twin pillars of golden light, shooting from the pond, through the garden, through the house, into the sky.
The cultivation, the Core Formation — no, they had not been cultivators. They had been mortals. Common mortals. The wife of a merchant. The daughter of a merchant. No cultivation base. No meridians opened. No dantian formed.
The divine qi, the divine cum, the spiritual energy, had done everything. Had opened their meridians. Had formed their dantians. Had built their cultivation. From nothing. From zero. To Soul Formation peak.
The breakthrough, the impossible, world-shattering, reality-breaking breakthrough, was there. Two mortals. Two women. Advanced to Soul Formation peak. In one night.
The light, the twin pillars, was visible across the capital. The city, the cultivators who had remained, the common folk, looked up.
"Two more?" a tea house patron said. His voice was incredulous. "Two more breakthroughs? In the same palace? In the same week?"
"The Emperor’s women," another whispered. "It must be the Emperor’s women. He is... he is doing something to them."
"Two pillars," a third said. "Two. At the same time. Twin breakthroughs."
In the garden, in the pond, the two women floated. Their bodies, limp, were in the water. The cum, the seed, the thick white fluid, leaked from their pussies, from their anals. The four holes, the stretched, ruined, well-fucked holes, were there. The seed, the divine cum, was everywhere. In the water. On their thighs. On their skin. Violently leaking. As if they were drugged.
Tianlong, standing in the pond, his golden body gleaming, his four cocks dissolving back into divine qi, looked at the two women. His gold-crimson eyes held the satisfaction. The assessment. The approval.
He held the mother. Her body, limp, was in his arms. The daughter, floating beside him, was held by his other arm.
"Congratulations," he said. His voice was calm. The tone of a man delivering a reward. "You both now are cultivators at the peak Soul Formation realm."
The two women, their bodies trembling, their eyes — the daughter’s dark eyes, the mother’s covered eyes — were wide. The realization, the impossible, incomprehensible realization, was there.
"Thank you," the mother whispered. Her musical voice, broken, raw, was there. "Thank you, Lord Immortal."
"Thank you," the daughter whispered. Her voice, the raw, cracked, grateful, ashamed voice, was there. "Thank you, Lord Immortal."
Their bodies, the two thick, full, mature frames, were violently trembling. The cum, the seed, the white fluid, was leaking. From four holes. Their eyes, rolling, were vacant. The ahegao, the fucked-silly, mind-blank, broken expression, was on both faces.
Their whole bodies, violently leaking. Like they were drugged. The cum, the divine seed, dripping. The fluid, the combined juices, flowing. The water, the pond, was cloudy with it.
He smiled. The expression, the small, knowing, satisfied smile of a being who had just advanced two mortals to Soul Formation, who had claimed a mother and daughter, who had collected his payment in full, was there.
’Like mother, like daughter.’
He smirked before suddenly he felt the call from the inheritance Search Team making him snap his finger, clothes forming on his body while he turned to leave through the air as it trickled while keeping his word.
"Prepare for farewell as I will take both of you as my personal bed warmers to the Immortal world"