Chapter 778- Cloud Sea Kingdom
He smirked. The expression, the small, knowing, satisfied smirk of a being who had just earned a system reward for fucking his rival’s mother, was there.
He slapped the queen’s ass. His hand, large and pale, the palm flat, came down. The thick, royal cheek, the heavy flesh, was hit. The sound, the sharp, meaty, resonant clap of flesh on flesh, echoed.
PAAAH!
The ass, the thick flesh, jiggled. The cheeks, the heavy, royal mounds, rippled under the impact.
"Queen," he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man giving instructions while mid-coitus. "Come on. Tighten. Milk my cock faster. I need to leave. Your body would decide the fate of your Purple Kingdom."
The words, the political, transactional, imperial words delivered while his cock was twelve inches deep in the queen’s pussy, were there. The fate of the kingdom, the policy, the political decision — all of it, tied to how well the queen fucked.
He slammed. His cock, deepest, hardest. The head, through the cervix, into the womb. The queen screamed. Her body, the mature frame, convulsed. Her face, the ahegao, intensified. Her eyes, rolling, were gone.
PAAAH!
"AAAAAANGH~!!!"
He came. The thick load, the divine seed, erupted. Into her womb. The cum, hot and thick, filled her. The divine qi, flowing through his cum, through her walls, through her meridians, through her dantian, was absorbed. The queen, a peak Soul Formation cultivator, felt the breakthrough. The divine seed, the spiritual energy, catalyzed. Her cultivation, already at Soul Formation peak, surged. Toward Body Integration.
She screamed. The sound, the raw, primal, overwhelming scream of a woman being filled with divine cum and breaking through a cultivation barrier simultaneously, filled the throne room.
"It will tear me apart!" she screamed. Her voice, the aristocratic, noble voice of a queen, was gone. Replaced by the raw, guttural, broken voice of a woman being remade. "I cannot... it is too much... my son is watching... yet I... I am acting like..."
The thought, the broken, shameful, corrupted thought of a mother who was being fucked in front of her son and was breaking through a cultivation barrier, was there. The shame, the overwhelming, soul-crushing shame of a woman whose body was betraying her, whose pleasure was overriding her dignity, whose cultivation was being advanced by the cock of the man her son hated, was there.
Her face, plastered against the floor, the sweat, the cum, the tears, was there. The overwhelm, the complete, total, absolute overwhelm of a woman whose world had been destroyed and remade in one evening, was there.
~~ The Journey — Conquest of Nations
The ships left the Purple Astral Province.
The fleet, the four warships and the additional vessels, the golden and crimson formation arrays humming, ascended. Through the clouds, through the atmosphere, through the barrier between the mortal world and the upper realm. The journey, the long, imperial journey toward the immortal dynasty, had begun.
But the path was not direct. Between the mortal world and the upper realm, between the Purple Astral Province and the immortal dynasty, lay other kingdoms. Smaller nations. Weaker powers. Independent realms that existed in the space between the mortal and the immortal.
The ships passed. The fleet, the massive, golden, intimidating fleet, drew the gazes of every nation it crossed. The people, the cultivators, the kings, the rulers — all of them looked up.
"It is from the Long Dynasty!" a citizen of the Iron Ridge Kingdom said. His voice was awed.
"The Long Dynasty! Here? Why?"
"Look at the ships! The army! The formations! This is... this is a conquest fleet!"
"They say the Emperor of the Long Dynasty is aboard. The Breeding Immortal, they call him."
"The Breeding Immortal? Why do they call him that?"
"Because... because every woman he touches becomes his."
~~# The Iron Ridge Kingdom
The first kingdom. The Iron Ridge, a nation of miners and blacksmiths, known for its iron and its spirit-forged weapons. The king, a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, ruled from a fortress of black iron.
The ships descended. The king, fearing the fleet, the army, the divine pressure, greeted them. He stood at the gates of his fortress, his guards behind him, his hands clasped.
"Your Majesty," the king said. His voice was strained. "We welcome you to the Iron Ridge Kingdom."
Tianlong descended. His dark robe, his golden skin, his gold-crimson eyes. The presence, the divine, overwhelming presence, hit the king and his guards. The knees buckled. The heads bowed.
"Your kingdom produces fine iron," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. The observation, the assessment, was there. "I have need of it."
"Of course, Your Majesty! Anything! We will provide whatever you—"
"Good," Tianlong said. "I also have need of your hospitality. My fleet requires rest."
"Of course! We are honored to—"
"And your daughter," Tianlong added. His voice was casual. The afterthought, the seemingly minor addition to a list of demands, was there. "I would meet her."
The king’s face, the controlled expression, the mask, cracked. The fear, the dread, the understanding of what "meet your daughter" meant when spoken by the Breeding Immortal, was there.
The princess of the Iron Ridge Kingdom. Princess Tieyan. A young woman, twenty years old, with dark hair and sharp features and a body that was lean and strong from a life among miners. Her cultivation, Foundation Establishment, was modest.
She arrived. Her simple dress, the dark fabric, the iron-buckle belt, was practical. Her dark eyes, on the Emperor, were wide. The fear, the awe, the confusion, was there.
That night, the screams from the guest quarters filled the fortress.
"AAANGH~!! Please! It is... it is too big! Anhgh~!! I cannot... Hnngh~!!"
The princess, her virgin pussy, her tight, lean body, was being fucked. The divine cock, twelve inches, the head crimson, drove into her. The blood, the virgin blood, was there. The pain, the stretching, the impossible, overwhelming sensation of a divine organ inside a mortal body, was there.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"OUNGH~!! No! Please! My father... my father will... AAANGH~!!"
The king, in his chambers, heard. His hands, his clenched fists, shook. His teeth, his gritted teeth, ground. But he did nothing. Could do nothing. The fleet, the army, the divine power — all of it, above him.
In the morning, the princess walked. Beside Tianlong. Her steps, unsteady, were there. Her face, the flushed, dazed, well-fucked face, was there. Her cultivation, the Foundation Establishment, was gone. Replaced by Soul Formation. The divine cum, the spiritual energy, had advanced her. Multiple realms. In one night.
She boarded the ship. Behind her, her father, the king, watched. His face, the mask, the controlled, defeated expression of a man who had surrendered his daughter to a god, was there.
"Take care of her, Your Majesty," the king said. His voice was hollow.
Tianlong, not turning, not acknowledging, walked up the ramp. The princess, behind him, followed.
~~# The Cloud Sea Kingdom
The second kingdom. The Cloud Sea, a nation of islands and fleets, known for its sailors and its spirit-ship builders. The queen, a Golden Core cultivator, ruled as regent for her young son.
The ships descended. The queen, her beautiful face, her mature body, her elegant robes, greeted them at the harbor.
"Your Majesty," she said. Her voice was melodic. "The Cloud Sea welcomes you."