Chapter 808- The Mock
One manifested cock in Shen Ling’s pussy. Both women, penetrated simultaneously, their bodies jerking in unison as the divine rhythm drove them both.
"Your belly— I can see it—" Shen Yue gasped, looking down at her own distended stomach, the shape of his cock head visible through her flesh, moving with each thrust. The sight was impossible, horrifying, and something else she couldn’t name.
He switched positions. Every few minutes, a new configuration.
Shen Yue on her back, legs over his shoulders, while he fucked her pussy — the angle so deep that his cock head ground against her womb with each thrust. Meanwhile, his manifested cock fucked Shen Ling’s anal from behind, the qi-construct driving into her while she knelt beside them, her face pressed against her sister’s thigh.
Then Shen Ling on top of Shen Yue — a sixty-nine position, Shen Ling’s pussy over her sister’s face while he fucked Shen Ling from behind in doggy. His balls slapped against Shen Yue’s forehead with each thrust, and Shen Ling’s moans vibrated through her body into her sister’s.
Pah pah pah — PAAAH! — pah pah pah.
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"
Then both on their knees, side by side, asses presented. He went back and forth — three thrusts in Shen Yue, three in Shen Ling, three in Shen Yue — the switching so fast that their moans blurred together into one continuous, harmonized wail.
Then the mating press. Both of them. Shen Yue first — his full weight on her, her legs folded against her chest, his cock driving straight down into her womb. Then Shen Ling — the same position, her fuller body cushioning the impact, her breasts bouncing with each downward stroke.
Then a position that made Shen Yue sob — she was placed on top of Shen Ling, back to back, both of them lying on their sides. He alternated between Shen Yue’s anal and Shen Ling’s pussy, reaching between them to finger whichever one he wasn’t fucking. The divine qi flowed through his fingers into the other sister’s clit, keeping both of them on the edge of orgasm continuously.
"Please— I can’t— I can’t take any more— Anhgh~!!"
"I can’t— I can’t— my body is— HNNNGH~!!"
Then both of them on their backs, heads hanging off the edge of the bed. He stood before them and fucked their mouths — alternating, one thrust into Shen Yue’s throat, one into Shen Ling’s. The gagging, choking, moaning sounds filled the room. Saliva dripped from their chins onto the floor. Tears streamed from their eyes.
Then he pulled out and came. Over both of them. The divine seed — thick, white, pressurized — sprayed across their upturned faces, their necks, their chests. Rope after rope after rope, as if the supply was infinite.
He wasn’t done.
He pulled them to the floor. Shen Yue against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, while he fucked her standing — her back slamming against the jade with each thrust. Shen Ling, kneeling behind him, her tongue on his balls, her hands gripping his ass.
Then Shen Ling against the desk. Bent over, her face on the cold jade surface, her ass in the air. He fucked her from behind while his fingers worked Shen Yue’s pussy, three fingers deep, his thumb on her clit.
Then both on the bed again. Side by side, legs intertwined. He came inside Shen Yue’s pussy — the divine seed flooding her womb, her belly swelling visibly with the volume. Then inside Shen Ling — the same, the same impossible, belly-distending volume.
He pulled out. Cum poured from both pussies. The white fluid pooled on the sheets, mixing with the blood, the sweat, the squirt.
He stood over them. His cock, still hard, gleaming with the evidence of the night.
Both sisters lay on the bed. Broken. Vacant. Their bodies — naked, cum-covered, blood-stained, sweat-slicked — lay in a tangle of limbs. Shen Yue’s perky breasts rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths. Shen Ling’s fuller chest was pressed against her sister’s side, her face buried in the crook of Shen Yue’s neck. Their pussies — both swollen, both raw, both leaking his seed in thick, white streams — throbbed in unison.
The bedsheet beneath them was destroyed. Two blood stains — side by side, one from each sister’s virginity. Cum — white, thick, everywhere. Sweat. Female fluid. The evidence of a night that had consumed everything they had been and replaced it with something else entirely.
The lanterns flickered. The moonlight shifted. The golden qi — the breakthrough energy — began to glow from both women’s bodies. Faint at first, then brighter. Their cultivations, fed by hours of divine seed and divine qi, were surging. Breaking through. Shen Yue’s Nascent Soul early stage cracked, shattered, and reformed at Nascent Soul middle stage. Shen Ling’s Foundation Establishment peak exploded into Nascent Soul early stage.
The golden light filled the chamber. Three pillars — two new ones from the sisters, one from Tianlong’s own cultivation pressure — pierced through the roof, through the jade, into the sky above the palace.
And in the dungeon below, a young man with gold-flecked eyes lay in a pool of blood, unconscious, his half-materialized spirit sword dissolving into nothing, his last conscious thought a vow of murder.
The morning came.
~~ The Dungeon — The Sword Sovereign’s Fury
Shen Mu lay on the floor.
The dungeon, the dark, cold, damp dungeon beneath the Azure Cloud Palace, was there. The stone, the rough, wet, blood-stained stone, was there. The chains, the spiritual-suppression chains, the iron that nullified cultivation qi, were on his wrists.
His body, the beaten, bruised, bloody body, was there. The guards, the Azure Cloud guards, the cultivators who had been torturing him all night, stood around him.
"You bastards..." Shen Mu gasped. His voice, the broken, blood-filled, beaten voice, was there. The blood, the red, from his split lip, from his broken nose, from his cut eyebrow, was there. He spat. The blood, the red spray, was on the stone.
The guards, three of them, all Nascent Soul cultivators, stood. Their faces, the tired, frustrated, "this-guy-won’t-break" faces, were there.
"Damn, this guy is strong," one guard said. His voice, the tired, frustrated voice, was there. He rubbed his fist. The knuckles, the bruised, blood-stained knuckles, were there.
"Tell us!" another guard yelled. His voice, the angry, impatient voice, was there. "How dare you ask for the princess! A stable master’s son! A commoner! Who gave you the courage?"
The slap, the backhand, was there. Shen Mu’s head, the snapping, sideways-snapping head, was there. The blood, the spray, was there.
"Let me just move..." Shen Mu whispered. His voice, the defiant, beaten-but-not-broken voice, was there. His body, the chained, suppressed, beaten body, tried to rise. "I will show you—"
The fist, the armored fist, hit. His ribs. The crack, the audible, bone-breaking crack, was there. The scream, the suppressed, "I-won’t-give-them-the-satisfaction" scream, was there.
Then, the light.
From above. From the sky. Through the dungeon’s small, barred window. The light, the golden, blazing, overwhelming golden light, was there. Not one pillar. Two. Three.
Three pillars of golden light, three cultivation-breakthrough signals, three divine-qi manifestations, erupted. From the guest quarters. From Tianlong’s chamber. The light, the golden, blazing, city-visible light, shot upward.
Into the sky.
The guards, their faces, the surprised, "what-is-that" faces, were there. They looked up. Through the barred window, the three pillars, the three golden pillars, were visible. The direction, the guest-quarters direction, was unmistakable.
"The pillars..." one guard said. His voice, the confused, awed voice, was there.
"Three breakthroughs," another said. His voice, the realization, was there. "From the Emperor Tianlong’s chamber. Three. But he only had two concubines..."
The third guard, the smartest, the one who had been watching the tournament, the one who had seen the two sisters follow Tianlong, spoke. His voice, the knowing, amused, "I-understand" voice, was there.
"It seems the Breeding Immortal has blessed two more women with a good cultivation," he said. The smirk, the knowing, vulgar smirk, was there. "Indeed. Indeed."
He looked down. At Shen Mu. The prisoner, the chained, beaten, bloody prisoner, was there. His face, the bruised, swollen, blood-covered face, was there. His eyes, the gold-flecked brown eyes, the eyes that had just seen three golden pillars erupt from the man who had taken his sisters — those eyes were there.
"Three breakthroughs," the guard continued. His voice, the deliberately, cruelly, mockingly conversational voice, was there. "From his chamber. The two concubines he brought, and... oh, wait. Who else went to his chamber tonight?"
The realization, the cruel, deliberate, "let-me-remember" realization, was on his face.
"Oh! Now that I think about it," the guard said. His voice, the mock-thoughtful, cruel voice, was there. "Doesn’t this guy have two sisters? Two pretty, eighteen-year-old sisters? Who went to beg the Emperor Tianlong to save their brother?"
The smirk, the widening, the cruel, vulgar, "I-know-what-happened" smirk, was there.
"They must have... clapped for him. For their brother’s sake. Ha ha ha!"