Chapter 788 - Taken Rough in Front of Everyone
She cried. The tears, the wet, silent tears, were there. But her body, the wet, the aroused, the ready body, was already prepared. The aphrodisiac, the divine enhancement, had done its work.
He placed her leg. One leg, the slender limb, on his shoulder. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen, wet, open cunt, was there. He positioned. His cock, the head, the crimson, the broad, flat surface, against her entrance.
Her hand, the desperate hand, went to stop him. Her fingers, on his shaft, tried to push. He pushed. Her hand, the resistance, was there. And then gone. Overpowered.
He pushed. His cock head, the crimson, entered. The lips, the thick, swollen lips, parted. The entrance, the tight, virgin, never-penetrated entrance, stretched. The resistance, the physical, muscular resistance of a virgin cunt, was there.
She cried. The sound, the raw, primal, shocked cry of a woman being penetrated for the first time, was there.
"Ah! Ah! It is... it is too big! It is—"
Her body, the slender frame, was limp. Her tongue, out, was there. The expression, the ahegao, the fucked-silly, mind-blank, eyes-rolled, tongue-out expression, was forming. Her eyes, the dark eyes, were on the stars. The tears, the falling, continuous tears, were there.
"Please," she whispered. Her voice was broken. "Father... Mother... save me... anyone... please..."
She cried. The tears, the wet, silent tears, were there. But her body, the wet, the aroused, the ready body, was already prepared. The aphrodisiac, the divine enhancement, had done its work.
He placed her leg. One leg, the slender limb, on his shoulder. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen, wet, open cunt, was there. He positioned. His cock, the head, the crimson, the broad, flat surface, against her entrance.
Her hand, the desperate hand, went to stop him. Her fingers, on his shaft, tried to push. He pushed. Her hand, the resistance, was there. And then gone. Overpowered.
He pushed. His cock head, the crimson, entered. The lips, the thick, swollen lips, parted. The entrance, the tight, virgin, never-penetrated entrance, stretched. The resistance, the physical, muscular resistance of a virgin cunt, was there.
She cried. The sound, the raw, primal, shocked cry of a woman being penetrated for the first time, was there.
"Ah! Ah! It is... it is too big! It is—"
Her body, the slender frame, was limp. Her tongue, out, was there. The expression, the ahegao, the fucked-silly, mind-blank, eyes-rolled, tongue-out expression, was forming. Her eyes, the dark eyes, were on the stars. The tears, the falling, continuous tears, were there.
"Please," she whispered. Her voice was broken. "Father... Mother... save me... anyone... please..."
But the illusion held. The banquet, the guests, the emperor — all blind. All seeing the happy, diplomatic, smiling illusion.
He pushed. Deeper. Six inches. Eight. The cervix, the tight ring, was there. The head, pressing, was there. The resistance, the virgin cervix, the never-breached barrier, was there.
He slammed. The full, twelve-inch, divine-powered, transcendent-strength thrust. The head, through the cervix, into the womb. The breaking, the violent, absolute, irreversible breaking of the virgin barrier, was there.
PAAAH!
The scream. The roar. The raw, primal, earth-shattering, valley-echoing scream of a woman being deflowered by a divine cock, was there.
"AAAAAANGH~!!!"
Her eyes pulsed. Her body, the slender frame, arched. Her back, off the jade floor, was there. Her boobs, the moderate mounds, heaved. Her pussy, the impaled, stretched, torn, bleeding cunt, was there. The blood, the virgin blood, the red, mixing with the juices, was there.
Tianlong, his gold-crimson eyes, on her face, felt her. The walls, the tight, virgin, never-used walls, gripped. The cervix, the breached ring, was there. The womb, the deep, innermost chamber, was there.
"Now that is a high quality tight pussy," he said. His voice was calm. The assessment, the genuine, appreciative, male assessment, was there.
He pulled back. And slammed.
PAAAH!
The thrust, the full, twelve-inch, divine-powered thrust, drove. Her pussy, the hairy cunt, the stretched walls, squirted. The fluid, the thin, clear, involuntary stream, arced. The impact, the force, the divine, overwhelming force, was there.
She screamed. The scream, the raw, broken, guttural scream, was there.
"AAANGH~!!"
He started to fuck her. The rhythm, the pace, was building. In and out. The sound, the flesh slapping, the wet, obscene, continuous sound, was there.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
Her tears, the falling, continuous tears, were there. Her thoughts, the racing, broken, fragmented thoughts, were there.
’Brother Mu... I am sorry. I failed. He knew. He knew everything. My plan. The aphrodisiac. He turned it against me. And now... now he is... he is...’
’Wait. No. Don’t. Please. It is too deep. It is hitting my... my womb. He is inside my womb. I can feel it. The head. The cock head. Inside me. Deep inside me. I...’
’No. I have to endure. For Brother Mu. For the plan. For... for...’
Her hand, the trembling hand, was on his chest. Pushing. The token, futile resistance of a woman whose body had already surrendered. Her pussy, the wet, stretched, well-fucked cunt, was clenching. The divine qi, the overwhelming, all-consuming divine qi, was flowing through her walls, through her meridians, through her dantian.
PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"
Half an hour. The fucking, the continuous, relentless, divine fucking, lasted half an hour. Her body, the slender frame, was driven into the jade floor. Her pussy, the hairy cunt, the raw, swollen, well-fucked cunt, was there. Her orgasms, the three, the three overwhelming, divine, mind-breaking orgasms, hit. One after another. Her body, the convulsing, twitching, limp body, was there.
He slammed. The final, deepest, hardest thrust. His cock, twelve inches, buried to the root. The head, in her womb. The cum, the divine seed, pressurized, molten, erupted.
PAAAH!
"AAAAAANGH~!!!"
The cum, hot and thick, filled her womb. The filling, the overwhelming, all-consuming filling, was there. The divine qi, flowing through his cum, through her walls, through her meridians, through her dantian, was absorbed. Her cultivation, the Soul Formation late stage, surged. Toward Body Integration.
Her belly. The bulge. The visible, physical, unmistakable bulge of a womb filled with divine cum, was there. The skin, the flat stomach, was distended. The cum, the thick, pressurized fluid, was there. Inside her. In her womb. The volume, the impossible, divine volume, was there.
She lay. Limp. On the jade floor. Her eyes, vacant, were on the stars. Her body, the trembling, convulsing, aftershock-ridden body, was there. Her pussy, the hairy cunt, the swollen, raw, bleeding, cum-filled cunt, was leaking. The seed, the thick white fluid, was there. The blood, the virgin blood, was there.
He looked down at her. His gold-crimson eyes, the satisfaction, the amusement, the absolute, predatory satisfaction, were there.
"Needing more?" he said. His voice was soft. The question, the knowing, amused question, was there. "Do you want more?"
Her eyes, the vacant, broken, aphrodisiac-corrupted eyes, found him. Her mouth, the coral lips, the swollen, kissed lips, opened. The word, the single, broken, corrupted word, was there.
"More," she whispered.
Her saliva, dripping from her mouth, was there. The aphrodisiac, the divine enhancement, the overwhelming, all-consuming arousal, had corrupted her. The resistance, the reluctance, the fear — all gone. Replaced by the heated, desperate, animalistic need of a woman whose body had been rewired by divine qi.
He pulled her up. Directly, by her arm, she was lifted. His finger, the snap, was there. The clothes, the robes, the violet and white silk that he had removed, reformed. On her body. The fabric, the cloth, covered her. Her panty, the silk undergarment, pushed. Against her pussy. The seed, the divine cum, inside her, was held. Not allowed to fall. The robe, the fabric, covered her body. Her boobs, her pussy, her ass — all concealed.
His robe, his dark crimson silk, reformed. On his body. The fabric, the cloth, covered his golden skin. His cock, still half-hard, was concealed.
The illusion, the divine formation, the domain control — broke.