Chapter 807- Double Penetration
Her womb was breached. The orgasm that followed was different from her sister’s — less violent, more prolonged, a sustained, rolling wave that made her entire body shudder and jerk. Fluid sprayed from her pussy in weak, intermittent spurts. Her belly bulged obscisely with each thrust, the outline of his cock visible through her skin.
He fucked her. Not for an hour like her sister — he had been pacing himself, saving energy for what was to come — but for a solid twenty minutes of deep, rhythmic, womb-pounding thrusts that left her hoarse from screaming and weak from coming.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"
Then he stood.
Both sisters lay on the bed, side by side, their bodies wrecked. Shen Yue was covered in cum — white streaks across her breasts, her stomach, her face, her thighs. Her pussy was a swollen, raw mess of blood and juice. Shen Ling’s belly still bulged slightly from the cock that had been inside her womb, and her own pussy leaked a steady trickle of blood-tinged fluid.
He grabbed their hair. Both of them. His hands fisted in dark locks, and he pulled — dragging both their heads to his crotch, pressing their cheeks against his balls. The heavy, cum-filled sac pressed against their skin, warm and full, and the scent of him — musk and sex and divine qi — filled their nostrils.
"Your brother needs saving, right?" His voice was soft. Almost tender. The tenderness made it worse.
The tears came again. Both sisters, their faces pressed together, their lips against his testicles, nodded. The crying was broken and hiccuping — the sound of two eighteen-year-old girls who had given everything and were being asked to give more.
Their tongues moved. Licking. Sucking. The desperate, willing, ’please-just-let-him-live’ mouth-work of two women who had passed the point of no return. Their lips moved over his balls, over the base of his shaft, their tongues tracing the veins, tasting his seed and each other’s juices and the salt of his skin.
He sighed. The sound was content. Pleased. A man settling into a warm bath.
His gold-crimson eyes moved over the scene — the blood on the sheets, the cum on both women’s bodies, the two red stains side by side on white silk. The moonlight poured through the crystal window, silver and ethereal, painting the debauchery in a light that was almost beautiful.
"What a tragedy," he whispered, and the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
Then he laughed. A genuine sound, warm and amused, as if he had just told himself a joke that only he understood.
His cock was hard again. The divine qi pulsed through it, the refractory period of a Transcendent cultivator measured in seconds rather than minutes.
He pulled both sisters. Re positioned them. Shen Yue on the bottom, on her back, and Shen Ling on top of her, face down. Their bodies stacked — smooth backs and round asses and the warm, sweaty press of stomach against stomach, breasts against breasts. Shen Ling’s fuller chest squashed against Shen Yue’s perky mounds, their nipples rubbing together.
Both pussies — both swollen, hairy, leaking — were stacked. One above the other. Presented. Open.
He alternated.
Three thrusts into Shen Yue’s pussy. The bottom one. His cock driving downward, the angle different from before — deeper, steeper, the head grinding against the front wall of her canal. She screamed into her sister’s shoulder.
Pah pah pah.
Then out, and up, and three thrusts into Shen Ling. The top one. His cock driving upward, the angle lifting her hips, her belly pressing against her sister’s. She screamed into the ceiling.
Pah pah pah.
Then back down. Then back up. The switching was relentless — pull out, reposition, thrust. The divine qi flowed continuously, keeping both women wet and open and responsive despite the overwhelming stimulation.
"OUNGH~!!" — "HNNNGH~!!" — "AAANGH~!!"
Their moans overlapped. Harmonized. The sound of two sisters being fucked in tandem, their bodies pressed together, their cries feeding off each other’s.
He grabbed Shen Yue’s breasts — reaching around or between their stacked bodies, his large hands finding the perky mounds and squeezing them around his cock as he pulled out of Shen Ling. He slid his shaft between them — a tit fuck using Shen Yue’s chest, his cock sandwiched between the firm, warm mounds, the crimson head poking out from her cleavage with each thrust. The precum leaked onto her sternum, slicking the channel.
"Ah— it’s between my— Anhgh~!" Shen Yue’s voice was barely a whisper. She was beyond screaming. Her body twitched with each thrust, her perky nipples scraping against his shaft.
Then he switched — pulled out from between her tits and slid his cock between Shen Ling’s fuller, softer mounds instead. The softer flesh enveloped him more completely, the head disappearing between the mounds before emerging at the top. Shen Ling gasped, her round face flushed crimson, watching his cock slide between her breasts with an expression caught between horror and fascination.
He moved to their mouths. Standing at the edge of the bed, he pulled both their heads to his cock. Shen Yue took the head — her coral lips stretching around the crimson tip, her tongue swirling over the leaking slit. Shen Ling’s mouth found the shaft — licking along the vein, her lips and tongue working the skin while her sister serviced the head.
The sounds were obscene. Wet, slurping, sucking sounds. Muffled moans. The occasional gag when he pushed too deep into Shen Yue’s throat.
"Mmmfh... Anhgh..." — "Nngh... mmfh..."
Then the anal.
He started with Shen Yue. He flipped her onto her stomach, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the silk. Her cheeks — firm, round, the flesh still bearing the red marks from his earlier grip — were presented. He spread them. Her anal — the tight, brown, never-touched ring — was there. Small. Unstretched. Terrifyingly inadequate for what was about to happen.
"No— not there— please, that’s not— it won’t fit—"
He placed the head against the ring. The precum-slicked tip pressed. The ring resisted — a desperate, muscular clenching that spoke of primal, involuntary fear.
He pushed through.
PAAAH!
"AAAAAANGH~!!!"
The scream was different from the vaginal one. Higher. Rawer. A sound that came from a deeper place — not just pain but violation, the crossing of a boundary that her body hadn’t known existed. Her back arched like a drawn bow, her ass cheeks clenching and unclenching around his shaft, the firm flesh jiggling with each convulsion.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
He fucked her anal with the same deliberate pace — three inches, four, five — the walls stretching around him with a tightness that made even his divine cock ache. Her belly bulged again, lower this time, the distension visible just above her pubic bone.
Then Shen Ling. The same. Her anal, slightly tighter, took longer to yield. He used Shen Yue’s blood and cum from his shaft as lubricant, and pushed. The ring fought him for three full seconds before surrendering.
"AAAAAANGH~!!! NIEENGH~!!"
Her round face, pressed into the sheets, was a mess of tears and snot and cum. Her fuller ass rippled with each thrust — the softer flesh bouncing, the cheeks deforming under the impact.
PAAAH! PAAAH!
He used divine qi manifestation. A second cock — translucent, golden, qi-constructed — materialized.
One real cock in Shen Yue’s anal.