Clench!
"Hnnnnggg... Do you feel it... The way my vagina is clenching around your cock... Ahh, ahh... I can feel it, I can feel your dao rod expanding me, reshaping me into your shape...♡"
Biyue's voice was a broken, breathless whisper, her words dripping with a dark, sticky sweetness. She rolled her hips, a slow, agonizing grind that forced her inner walls to memorize every vein, every ridge of his terrifying length.
"Uncle... He is small. So small... He barely touches the entrance, barely scratches the itch... But you... You are reaching into my womb, you are kissing the very door of my existence...♡"
She leaned forward, her sweat-slicked skin pressing against his chest, her nails digging into his shoulders. She looked into his eyes, searching for a crack in the jade mask, a flicker of the lust she knew was boiling beneath that cold exterior.
"Is this not the ultimate conquest?! To take the woman your uncle calls wife, to make her scream your name while he sleeps unaware in the next room...♡" She moaned, her body trembling as she lifted herself up, the friction sending sparks of white-hot pleasure shooting up her spine, before slamming back down.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a lewd, rhythmic applause that echoed off the stone walls. Biyue's breasts bounced with every impact, the pink nipples swollen and hard, brushing against Tianmo's chest with wet, slick friction.
"Tell me, Nephew... Am I better than the young girls? Does this married pussy feel tighter, wetter...♡ Does it feel like a sin that tastes like heaven?♡"
"Ahhhh!!! Tooo DEEPPPP!!! HAAA... HAAA... Y-You are hitting the entrance of my womb... You are bullying your aunt's cervix...♡"
Her fingers on his shoulders were trembling, her nails digging into his skin, leaving red crescent moons in their wake. She was riding him with a desperate, frantic rhythm, her body moving like a puppet possessed by a demon of lust.
"Is this... Is this what it feels like to be alive?♡" she gasped, her voice breaking. "I've cultivated for seventy years... seventy years of stagnation, of rotting slowly in a pool of my own mediocrity... But this... this heat... this is real!♡"
More and more of her love juice flowed out, making her vagina more slippery and wet. The sound of their bodies colliding became increasingly lewd, a wet, squelching noise that seemed to mock the silence of the cultivation chamber.
Pap! Pap! Pap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Haah... Haah... Nephew... Your cock... It's like a hot iron rod branding my insides...Nnn♡" Biyue moaned, her head lolling back, her eyes rolling into her skull.
The pleasure was a tidal wave, drowning out her reason, her logic, her very identity. She was no longer Elder Wang Yun's wife; she was a vessel, a furnace designed to contain this dragon fire.
"I can feel it... I can feel your pulse inside me...♡" She clenched her walls tight, trying to milk him, to draw out the essence she craved more than air itself. "Every throb... every vein... You are carving your shape into my soul...♡"
She looked down at him, her vision blurred by tears of exertion and ecstasy. His face remained impassive, his eyes half-lidded, watching her with that terrifying, clinical detachment. It was infuriating. It was humiliating. And it was the most intoxicating thing she had ever experienced.
She needs to make him show something... That indifference haunts her. Nevertheless, to be used by such a being... to be the tool of a god... It was a form of validation she had never found in the Dao.
"Look at me... Look at your auntie...♡" She grabbed his face, forcing him to focus on her. "Look at how I'm taking you... All of you... I'm not breaking... I'm enjoying it!"
Puchwakkk!
She slammed her hips down, taking him to the hilt, her cervix kissing the head of his cock in a violent, wet kiss.
"AHHHH!♡ RIGHT THERE!♡ You're bullying the entrance of my womb... You're knocking on the door of my creation!♡"
Her body arched, her spine bending like a bow. She could feel the pressure building, a tight coil in her lower abdomen that threatened to snap and wash her away in a flood of white light.
"I'm going to... I'm going to cum...♡ I'm going to cum on my nephew's cock...♡" she screamed, her voice cracking, her sanity fracturing under the sheer intensity of the sensation. "My husband... He never... He could never...♡"
With a final, desperate cry, Biyue's body seized up. Her inner walls clamped down around Tianmo's shaft like a vice, rippling and milking him with a force that bordered on violence.
"AAAAHHHHH!♡"
Her vision went white. The world dissolved into a blinding flash of pleasure that obliterated her thoughts, her fears, her very sense of self. She was nothing but a point of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, floating in the void.
Her juices gushed out, coating his thighs and the bed sheets in a sticky, fragrant flood. Her mind felt like it was ascending, it was a mind-shattering orgasm that made her see stars. She collapsed forward, her head resting on Tianmo's shoulder, her body twitching with the aftershocks of the climax. She was gasping for air, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"Haaaa... Haaaa...♡"
She lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, waiting for the arms to wrap around her, waiting for the words of praise or the ragged breathing of a man who had just spent himself.
But there was nothing.
No embrace. No heavy breaths. No warmth. He didn't even hug her waist...
"Is that it?! I expected better...."
Tianmo's voice cut through the humid, sex-scented air like a blade of ice.
Is that it?
The words were soft, devoid of anger, yet they carried a weight that crushed the lingering euphoria in Biyue's chest. She froze, her face still buried in the crook of his neck. The aftershocks of her orgasm were still rippling through her body, but the cold indifference in his tone sent a chill deeper than her marrow.
She slowly pulled back, her arms trembling as she pushed herself upright. Her hair was a disheveled mess, sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead, and her eyes were wide, darting across his face.
"I... I don't understand," Biyue stammered, her voice cracking. The air in the room felt suddenly thin, difficult to breathe. She looked down at him, her eyes searching for a sign of satisfaction, a flicker of lust, anything that would validate her performance.
"Nephew... I... I gave you everything. I used all the arts I learned over the decades. I... Is- Is my pussy not tight enough?!"
Clench!!!
Her vagina gripped his cock tighter, squeezing him with a desperate hope that her physical prowess could compensate for whatever was lacking. The wet heat of her walls contracted rhythmically, trying to milk a reaction out of him, but it was like trying to wring water from a stone.
"I will give you 20 more minutes... Make me cum, then we can talk..."
"20 minutes... Y-Yes... I can do it... I will do it..."
Biyue's voice trembled, a desperate mantra against the crushing weight of his indifference. She forced her trembling muscles to obey, lifting her hips until only the swollen head of his cock remained inside her, before slamming back down with a wet, fleshy slap.
Pap! Squelch!
"Ahhh!♡"
The sensation was overwhelming. He was too big, too hard, filling her to the brim and stretching her to her absolute limit. But the pain was a distant echo compared to the terrifying reality of his silence. She had cum, her body had shattered in ecstasy, but he remained unmoved—a statue of cold jade beneath her writhing form.
She needed to break him. She needed to see a crack in that mask.
Biyue leaned forward, pressing her sweat-slicked breasts against his chest, trapping his hardness inside her. She didn't move her hips; instead, she focused on her inner muscles, the techniques she had learned from ancient texts meant to please emperors and kings.
Clench. Ripple. Milk.
She massaged him with her walls, a rhythmic, undulating wave that traveled from the entrance of her pussy all the way to her cervix.
"Nnngh...♡ Nephew... Do you feel that?♡" she whispered, her voice husky, dripping with a feigned confidence she didn't feel. She bit her lower lip, her eyes locking onto his, searching for a flicker of reaction. "This is the 'Nine Yin Snake Grip'... a technique said to drain even a Golden Core cultivator dry...♡"
She rolled her hips in a tight, circular motion, grinding her clit against his pelvic bone. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her overstimulated nerves, forcing a whimper from her throat.
"Uncle... he could never last... He would finish within three breaths...♡" She moaned, her words a mix of truth and poison, designed to wound and to arouse. "But you... You are a dragon... You need a vessel that can withstand your fire...♡"
She began to bounce again, faster this time, her ass slapping against his thighs with a lewd, rhythmic beat.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Look at me, Nephew... Look at your auntie...♡" She reached back, grabbing her own ankles, spreading herself wider, opening herself up completely to his gaze. The position was obscene, vulnerable, exposing the pink, flushed flesh of her entrance as it swallowed his cock over and over again. "I am yours... Use me... Ruin me...♡"
She watched his face desperately. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, but his expression remained unchanged. His eyes were half-lidded, his breathing steady. It was as if he were watching a boring play, waiting for the final act to end so he could go home.
Panic began to claw at her throat.
'Why isn't it working? Am I truly that worthless?... No he is holding back... He is using try hard to get, it's a method to control me.... That's right, or, or, maybe he wants to see me beg further.... Ah, geez... Men and their ego to make the other party submit completely. Now I have to play his games.'
She redoubled her efforts, her body moving with a frantic, almost violent energy. She was a woman possessed, chasing a validation that seemed further away with every thrust.
"Haah... Haah...♡ I'm tightening... I'm squeezing you so hard...Ah♡" She clenched her walls with all her strength, trying to trap him, to force him to release. "Don't you want to cum inside your uncle's wife? Don't you want to breed me?♡"
The words hung in the air, filthy and taboo. She hoped the shock, the sheer depravity of the suggestion, would finally ignite the fire in his loins.
Tianmo's eyes flickered.
It was a subtle movement, a microscopic shift in his gaze. For a second, the green irises seemed to darken, the pupils expanding like a predator catching the scent of blood.
'Got you...'
Biyue's heart leaped. She had found the trigger. It wasn't skill, it wasn't technique—it was the taboo. The thrill of the conquest. The corruption of the innocent.
"Yes... Yes!♡" she screamed, her voice rising in pitch. "Breed me! Fill your auntie's womb with your dragon seed! Make me pregnant with a child stronger than my husband could ever dream of!♡"
She slammed herself down one last time, impaling herself fully, her womb kissing the head of his cock in a bruising impact.
"Fuck your aunt senseless... Teach this stupid bitch the shape of your cock...♡"
Biyue's voice was a ragged sob, her pride completely dissolved into a primal need to please. She was riding him with reckless abandon, her hips slamming down with bruising force, her inner walls rippling and contracting in a desperate attempt to milk the stone-hard pillar impaling her.
"Look at me... Look at how I'm taking it...♡" She threw her head back, her neck exposed, veins pulsing visibly under the sweat-slicked skin. "I'm not just a vessel... I'm a dragon's furnace...♡"
She reached down, her fingers digging into her own buttocks, spreading them wider, giving him full access to the depths of her being. The wet, sucking sound of her pussy swallowing his cock filled the room, a lewd symphony of flesh against flesh.
Puch! Puch! Puch!
"Hnnn... Touch me... Touch my butt... Touch my boobs ...♡"
Biyue's voice was a breathless, desperate whine, her body moving with a frantic, almost feverish rhythm. She needed his hands on her. She needed to feel his touch, his warmth, anything to break that terrifying, statuesque stillness.
She grabbed his wrists, her fingers slippery with sweat, and tried to pull his hands toward her bouncing breasts.
"Please... Nephew... Touch your auntie... Touch auntie's breast♡"
Tianmo allowed her to move his hands, his arms limp like heavy lead pipes. As his palms made contact with her sweat-slicked skin, a jolt of electricity shot through her. His hands were cold, unnaturally so, but to her overheated flesh, it felt like a soothing balm.
She pressed his hands against her breasts, forcing him to squeeze the soft, malleable flesh. Her nipples, hard and swollen like pebbles, dug into his palms.
"Haah...♡ Yes... Like that...♡" she moaned, her head falling back. "Squeeze them... Molest them... They are yours...♡"
She rode him harder, her hips slamming down with a wet, fleshy sound that echoed in the silent room. She was chasing her own climax again, the pressure building in her lower abdomen, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to snap.
"Ahhh!♡ I'm going to cum again... I'm going to cum on your cock again!♡"
She squeezed her eyes shut, her body tensing as the wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
"AAAAHHHH!♡"
Her pussy clamped down around him, rippling and milking him with a force that made her vision blur. Her juices gushed out, coating his thighs and the sheets in a sticky, fragrant flood. She collapsed forward, her head resting on his chest, gasping for air, her heart hammering against her ribs.
..
Her boobs were soft, squishy, Tianmo grabbed them, his fingers sinking into the pale, sweat-slicked mounds. He didn't caress them with the gentle touch of a lover; he molded them like clay, testing their elasticity, his thumbs brushing roughly against the swollen, sensitive nipples.
Biyue gasped, her back arching instinctively, pushing her chest further into his grasp. "Hnnn...♡ Yes... Nephew... Touch them... They belong to you...♡"
But even as the words left her lips, she felt the terrifying reality of his grip. It wasn't possessive; it was evaluative. He was weighing her worth, measuring the very flesh she offered him.
Suddenly, his fingers tightened.
"Kyaaaaah!♡"
A sharp cry tore from Biyue's throat as Tianmo's hands clamped down on her breasts with the force of a hydraulic press. The pain was blinding, a white-hot flare that shot through her chest and exploded in her skull. It felt like her soft tissue was being crushed between two grinding stones.
"N-Nephew... It... It hurts!♡ Too much!♡" she screamed, her hands flying to his wrists, trying to pry his fingers loose, but his grip was immutable, like iron shackles.
"Is this the extent of your 'Nine Yin Snake Grip'?" Tianmo asked, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that seemed to come from everywhere at once. "A soft, fragile body that breaks under a little pressure? You call yourself a furnace? You are merely porcelain waiting to shatter."
He released her breasts, the blood rushing back into the abused tissue with a throbbing ache. Biyue slumped forward, gasping for air, tears streaming down her face, ruining her makeup.
"I... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...♡" she sobbed, her voice trembling. "I'm weak... I know I'm weak... That's why I need you... That's why I need your strength...♡"
Tianmo looked at her, his eyes glowing with a cold, green luminescence.
"Aunt... You were doing well, let's change position. Get on your fours like a dog and beg me..."
Biyue didn't hesitate. The command bypassed her brain and went straight to her limbs, driven by a primal fear of disappointing him and a desperate, addict-like need for his validation.
She scrambled off his lap, her legs trembling so violently they nearly gave out. She turned around, facing the foot of the bed, and got on her hands and knees. The position was utterly degrading—her ass raised high in the air, her face pressed into the silk sheets, her most private parts exposed to his cold gaze.
She felt the cool air of the room against her wet, swollen folds, making her clench in "anticipation". She was a mess—sweat, saliva, and her own fluids mingling to create a scent that was raw and animalistic.
"Like this... Nephew?" she whimpered, her voice muffled by the mattress. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide and watery, filled with a twisted mixture of shame and hope.
"Is this how a bitch should present herself to her Master?"
Tianmo moved behind her. She couldn't see him, but she could feel his presence—a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed down on her spine. She heard the rustle of fabric as he shifted, and then, the sensation of his large, warm hands gripping her hips.
His fingers dug into her flesh, bruisingly tight, positioning her exactly as he wanted. He pulled her back slightly, tilting her pelvis upward, exposing the wet, pink entrance of her pussy and the tight, forbidden star of her anus below.
"Beg," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her body.
Biyue's heart hammered against her ribs. This was it. The final humiliation. The point of no return.
"Please... Nephew... Master..." she sobbed, tears leaking from her eyes and soaking the sheets. "This lowly auntie begs you... Use me. Ruin me. My pussy belongs to you, my womb belongs to you. I am just a hole for your pleasure...♡"
She wiggled her hips, an involuntary, slutty motion that made her cheeks burn with shame even as her pussy throbbed with need.
"Fuck your uncle's wife... Breed this worthless fifth-grade waste...♡ Show me that only your cock can give me meaning...♡"
She felt the heavy, swollen head of his cock brush against her entrance. It was hot, like a brand, searing her sensitive skin. He teased her, sliding the tip up and down her slit, coating it in her overflowing juices, but not entering.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice mocking.
"YES!♡" Biyue screamed, her frustration boiling over. "I want it! I want you inside! Please... stop torturing me...♡"
Without warning, Tianmo slammed forward.
"KYAAAAHHH!♡"
The scream was torn from her throat, raw and ragged. He entered her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The force of it pushed her forward, her face smashing into the mattress, her breasts dragging against the sheets.
It felt like a spear had impaled her. The stretch was immense, a burning sensation that bordered on agony, yet her body welcomed it, her inner walls clamping down around the intruder as if trying to keep him there forever.
"So... deep...♡" she gasped, her voice broken. "You're... you're in my stomach...♡"
Tianmo didn't wait for her to adjust. He withdrew almost entirely, leaving only the head inside, and then slammed forward again.
PAP!
"AHHH!♡"
He set a brutal, punishing rhythm. There was no gentleness. This was a mating of beasts. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, using her body like a fleshlight, driving into her with a force that shook the bed frame.
PAP! PAP! PAP! SQUELCH! PAP!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a lewd, wet applause that echoed off the walls. Biyue's body rocked back and forth, her breasts swinging heavily with every thrust. Her mind was blank, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensation.
"Haah... Haah...♡ Nephew... You're... You're killing me...♡" she moaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "It's too big... You're splitting me apart...♡"
"Take it," Tianmo grunted, his voice finally showing a hint of exertion. "You wanted to be a furnace. Then burn."
He reached forward, grabbing a handful of her hair, and yanked her head back. The pain in her scalp was sharp, adding another layer to the symphony of sensations. She was forced to arch her back, her body presented to him like a sacrifice on an altar.
"Look at you," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Elder Wang Yun's wife, moaning like a whore on her nephew's cock. If he could see you now... what would he think?"
The words were poison, dripping with malice, but they acted like an aphrodisiac on Biyue's shattered psyche.
"He... He would see... He would see that I am yours...♡" she cried out, her voice cracking. "He would see that I am a woman who needs a real man...♡"
The taboo of it, the sheer depravity, pushed her over the edge.
"I'm... I'm cumming!♡ I'm cumming again!♡"
Her body seized up, her inner walls convulsing around his cock in a rhythmic spasm. Her vision went white, and a gush of fluid sprayed from her pussy, soaking the sheets beneath her.
"AAAAHHHHH!♡"
She collapsed, her limbs giving out, but Tianmo didn't stop. He held her hips up, keeping her ass in the air, and continued to pound into her limp, trembling body.
"I didn't say you could stop," he said coldly.
"Please... No more... I can't...♡" Biyue whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. She was oversensitive, every nerve ending firing wildly, the pleasure turning into a torturous overstimulation.
"You have three minutes left," Tianmo stated, his voice cutting through the haze of her pain. "Make me cum, or leave empty-handed."
The threat was a bucket of ice water. The fruit. The resources. Her entire future hung in the balance. She couldn't fail. Not now.
She summoned every ounce of her remaining strength, every scrap of her cultivation technique. She focused on her inner walls, visualizing the 'Nine Yin Snake Grip' not just as a technique, but as a prayer.
She clenched. Hard.
Smack!!!
"HNNNNNN!!!"
Tianmo slapped her buttock with enough force to leave a red, stinging handprint that throbbed in time with her racing heart.
"Focus," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated against her spine. "Your mind is wandering. You are thinking about the reward, not the labor. A true tool does not dream of the payment; it dreams only of being useful."
Biyue sobbed into the mattress, her tears mixing with the sweat and saliva that coated her face. The humiliation was a living thing, crawling under her skin, but beneath it was a terrifying, white-hot clarity. He was right. She was bargaining. She was holding back.
"I... I am sorry...♡" she choked out, her voice trembling. "I will focus... I will make you cum... I will milk you dry...♡"
She didn't rely on her exhausted hips anymore. She used her Qi.
She drew upon the meager reserves of her fifth-grade water spirit root, channeling the energy not into her Dantian, but directly into the walls of her vagina. The water attribute was fluid, adaptable, yielding yet unbreakable.
She visualized her insides not as flesh, but as a living ocean, a tide that rose to meet him.
"Haaaa...♡"
She clenched, but this time, it wasn't a static squeeze. It was a wave. Starting from the entrance of her pussy, a ripple of muscular contraction traveled up his shaft, tightening, twisting, and milking as it went. "Guuuh...♡"
Tianmo's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging bruisingly into her flesh. The sensation was different. It wasn't just tightness; it was suction. It felt as if a thousand tiny mouths were kissing and sucking every inch of his length simultaneously.
Biyue felt the reaction. The slight twitch of his cock inside her. The microscopic pause in his rhythm. It was fuel.
"Yes...♡ You like that, Nephew?♡" she whispered, her voice gaining a sliver of confidence amidst the desperation. She rotated her hips in a figure-eight motion, grinding her pelvis against him, maximizing the friction. "This auntie's ocean is drowning you...♡"
She accelerated the waves. Her inner walls became a storm, a chaotic vortex of pressure and release. She was no longer just a passive vessel; she was an active predator, devouring him inch by inch.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The sounds were wet and obscene, the suction so intense that it made lewd popping noises every time he withdrew slightly.
"Haah... Haah...♡ More... Give me more...♡" She pushed her ass back against him, meeting his thrusts with a desperate hunger. "Fill this ocean with your dragon seed...♡"
She could feel him swelling. The vein along the underside of his cock was pulsing violently, throbbing against her sensitive spots. The energy radiating from him was becoming erratic, the controlled Yang aura fluctuating with spikes of primal heat.
He was close.
The realization hit her with a rush of adrenaline. She was doing it. She was breaking the mountain.
"Cum for me...♡" she chanted, her voice rising in pitch, becoming a mantra of lust. "Cum inside your uncle's wife...♡ Breed this fifth-grade waste...♡ Claim me...♡"
She tightened her grip to the absolute limit of her physical endurance, her inner walls clamping down like a vice, refusing to let him retreat. She milked him with a frantic, rhythmic suction, determined to extract every drop of his essence.
"Take IT!!"
With a roar that shook the room, Tianmo slammed forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His grip on her hips was crushing, his fingers sinking deep into her flesh as he held her in place.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Hot, thick ropes of essence erupted from him, coating the inside of her womb. The sensation was overwhelming—a torrent of liquid fire that flooded her senses, triggering a chain reaction in her own body.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!♡"
Biyue screamed as the Yang energy mixed with her Water Qi, creating a volatile explosion of pleasure and pain. Her body arched, her toes curling, her vision exploding into a kaleidoscope of colors.
She came again, harder than before. Her pussy convulsed around him, rippling and milking him, drawing out every last drop of his seed. Her mind shattered, the fragments dissolving into a sea of white light.
Biyue collapsed onto the mattress, her limbs limp and useless. She was a mess—sweat, fluids, and bruises marking her body. But she didn't care. She felt... full. Not just physically, but spiritually. The Yang energy was swirling in her Dantian, warm and heavy, waiting to be refined.
She did it. She pleased him.
She slowly turned her head, looking back at him with eyes that were half-lidded and hazy. She expected to see a hint of satisfaction, perhaps even a grudging respect.
Instead, she saw him there, his cock still pulsing hard inside her. Fuck... She will break apart if he continues.
"AAAAHHHH!♡"
She screamed, her body arching involuntarily as Tianmo began to move again. He hadn't gone soft. If anything, the release had only served to whet his appetite. He was still hard, still throbbing with that terrifying, dragon-like vitality.
"W-What are you doing?!" Biyue gasped, her voice cracking with panic and overstimulation. "I... I made you cum! I did it!♡"
"I never said we were done," Tianmo replied, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He pulled back slowly, the suction of her walls creating a lewd, wet sound, before slamming back in.
"KYAAAAHHH!♡"
The scream was raw, tearing from her dry throat as he began to piston into her with renewed vigor. The sensitivity was agonizing. Every nerve ending in her pussy felt like it was on fire, the friction sending jolts of pleasure shooting up her spine.
"No! No more! I can't!♡" Biyue sobbed, her fingers clawing weakly at the sheets. "It's too much! I'm going to break!♡"
"Then break," Tianmo said coldly. "A tool that shatters under pressure is worthless. One that endures becomes a treasure."
He grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back and pinning her wrists together with one large hand. The position forced her face into the mattress, arching her back and lifting her ass higher, completely exposing her to his mercy.
PAP! PAP! PAP!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was deafening in the small room. He was using her like a toy, his thrusts deep and punishing. There was no rhythm, no mercy, just a relentless, pounding rhythm that threatened to tear her apart.
"Haah... Haah...♡ Nephew... Please...♡" Biyue whimpered, her voice muffled by the silk sheets. "My womb... It's full... It's overflowing...♡"
She could feel it. The essence he had poured into her was sloshing around inside her, mixing with her own juices, creating a wet, squelching mess with every thrust. It was leaking out, running down her thighs, coating his balls and the sheets in a sticky, fragrant glaze.
"Good," Tianmo grunted. "Then there is room for more."
He increased his pace, his hips becoming a blur. The bed frame creaked and groaned under the assault, the headboard slamming against the wall with a rhythmic thud.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Biyue's mind was blank. She was nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, a hole to be used and filled. The pain had morphed into a strange, dissociative numbness, punctuated by sharp spikes of pleasure that made her toes curl.
"Look at you," Tianmo growled, his voice thick with exertion. "Elder Wang Yun's wife, taking her nephew's cock like a bitch in heat. If he could see you now... dripping with my seed... moaning like a whore... would he even recognize you?"
The words were a whip, lashing at her pride, but they only served to ignite a dark, twisted fire in her belly. The shame was potent, an aphrodisiac that clouded her judgment and drowned her logic.
"He... He wouldn't recognize me...♡" Biyue sobbed, her voice a broken, breathless whisper. The words tore from her throat, laced with a dark, masochistic ecstasy that terrified her. "He would see a stranger... He would see a woman drenched in lust."
Her body moved on its own, her hips pushing back to meet his brutal thrusts, betraying her mind's desperate pleas for mercy. The wet, sucking sound of her pussy swallowing his cock filled the room
"Haah... Haah...♡ Yes... I am not his wife... I am your vessel... Your furnace...♡" She cried out as Tianmo yanked her arms back, arching her spine into a painful bow, forcing her to look up at the ceiling, at the swirling shadows that seemed to dance in mockery of her fall.
"Focus," Tianmo commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated against her back. He didn't let go of her wrists; he held them pinned behind her like the wings of a captured bird, using the leverage to drive deeper, harder.
"Make me cum again. And this time, do not let a single drop spill."
The command was a death sentence. Biyue's eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. She was already overflowing. She could feel the hot, thick essence sloshing inside her, coating her walls, leaking out with every thrust to run down her thighs in sticky, white rivulets.
"I... I can't!♡" she screamed, panic rising in her chest. "It's too much! I'm full! I'm going to burst!♡"
"Then expand," Tianmo said coldly.
He slammed into her with a force that rattled her teeth.
PAP!
"AHHHH!♡"
The impact sent a shockwave through her body. It wasn't just physical; it was spiritual. The Yang energy in his seed wasn't just sitting there; it was active. It was drilling into her meridians, forcing her Dantian to expand, stretching her capacity to the breaking point.
Crack.
A sound echoed inside her body, like a dam bursting. Biyue's eyes bulged, her mouth opening in a silent scream. The walls of her Dantian, previously limited by her fifth-grade talent, were forced apart by the sheer volume of energy he was pouring into her.
It felt like her soul was being torn apart and stitched back together with lightning.
"GAAAAHHHH!♡"
Her vision went dark. Her body convulsed violently, her inner walls clamping down around Tianmo's cock with a force that bordered on crushing. She wasn't trying to milk him this time; her body was trying to survive the influx of power.
"Good," Tianmo grunted, his pace increasing. "Now, hold it."
He began to move faster, his thrusts becoming a blur of flesh and violence. The bed frame groaned under the assault, the headboard slamming against the wall with a rhythmic, frantic beat.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Biyue was lost in a haze of pain and pleasure. She was nothing but a conduit, a lightning rod for his power. Every thrust sent a jolt of electricity through her nerves, every withdrawal left her feeling empty and cold, only to be filled again with a burning heat that threatened to consume her.
"Haah... Haah...♡ Nephew... I... I can't hold it...♡" she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the slapping of skin. "It's leaking... I'm failing...♡"
"Then use your cultivation," Tianmo barked, his voice sharp as a whip. "Control your muscles. Control your Qi. Don't be a leaky bucket."
Biyue squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face. She summoned every ounce of her willpower, every scrap of her seventy years of cultivation. She visualized her lower body not as flesh, but as a sealed jar, a container of immortality.
She clenched her walls tight, not just with muscle, but with Qi. She layered the energy, compressing the air inside her womb until it was dense enough to hold the ocean he was pouring into her.
"Hnnnnggg...♡"
It was working. The leakage stopped. The sensation of fullness was immense, a pressure that made her feel like she would explode, but she held it. She became a perfect vessel, a sealed jar of flesh and spirit.
"Good," Tianmo grunted, his pace finally faltering. "Now... take the rest."
With a final, guttural roar, he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Another torrent of essence erupted from him, thicker and hotter than before. It slammed deep into her womb, forcing the opening to dilate, injecting the Yang energy directly into her.
"Hnnghhhhhhhhh!!!!!♡"
Biyue's scream was silent, her throat too strained to make a scream. Her body arched into a rigid bow, her toes curling so tight they nearly cracked. The sensation was not just of being filled, but of being overwritten.
The sheer density of the Yang energy felt like molten gold pouring into her core, heavy, scorching, and undeniable.
Her Dantian, which she had spent seventy years painstakingly filling like a leaky cup, was suddenly flooded to the bursting point. The walls of her spiritual container groaned under the pressure, stretching, expanding, forced to adapt to the violent influx of power.
Crack. Crack. Snap.
The sound of her mortal shackles breaking echoed in the silence of the room.
Her Qi Refining realm, which had stagnated at the peak-sixth stage for decades, crumbled. The barrier shattered like glass struck by a hammer.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!♡"
Finally, the sound tore from her lips, a raw, primal shriek of agony and ecstasy. Her vision exploded into a blinding golden color.
She could feel her meridians widening, the pathways clearing as the foreign energy scoured away the impurities of her mediocrity.
She wasn't just cumming; she was evolving.
Her inner walls spasmed uncontrollably, a desperate, rhythmic milking that drained Tianmo for every drop of his essence. Her pussy became a black hole of suction, refusing to let him go, determined to extract the very soul from his body.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!♡"
The scream tore from her throat, raw and ragged, echoing in the silent chamber like a banshee's wail.
"Haah... Haah... Haah..."
Biyue's gasps were the only sound in the room, broken and ragged, like a drowning woman fighting for air. Her body was limp, a used rag discarded on the silk sheets, her limbs twitching in the aftershocks of the storm that had ravaged her.
She lay on her stomach, her face turned to the side, her eyes unfocused and glazed. A thick, white river of essence was slowly leaking from her red, swollen entrance, trickling down her thigh and staining the sheets beneath her.
The scent of sex, musk, and spiritual energy was heavy in the air, a cloying perfume that marked the room as a den of debauchery.
She felt... different.
"N-Nephew... You used your auntie's womb as a dumping ground for your Yang essence... Let me clean your cock with my mouth..."
Tianmo pulled his cock out of her pussy with a wet pop sound, followed by a gush of thick, white fluids that poured out of her like a broken dam. Her pussy was wide open, a gaping, red mess that looked like a raw wound, pulsing weakly as it tried to close.
Biyue's body gave a violent shudder, a low, broken moan escaping her lips as the cold air rushed into the void he left behind. She felt empty, hollowed out, a vessel that had been filled to the brim and then suddenly drained. The emptiness was a physical ache.
She forced her trembling arms to push her upper body up, her muscles screaming in protest. She looked back at him, her eyes swimming in a haze of exhaustion and dark, lingering lust.
"Clean it," Tianmo commanded, pulling out the fruit.
Her eyes immediately glowed with greed. The Spirit Upgrade Fruit sat in his palm, glowing with a mesmerizing, pulsating light. It was the size of a fist, its skin a translucent crimson that seemed to contain a swirling galaxy of energy. The aroma alone was enough to make her Dantian throb in hunger.
"Y-Yes...♡"
Biyue scrambled to obey, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated. Her limbs felt like lead, her body a map of bruises and aching muscles, but the promise of the fruit drove her forward. She crawled across the bed, the wet sheets sticking to her skin, and positioned herself between his legs.
The sight of his cock made her flinch. It was monstrous—glistening with a thick, opaque sheen of their combined fluids, coated in a creamy white foam that testified to the violence of their mating.
The veins were still prominent, angry and red, pulsing with the lingering heat of his Yang essence.
It was a mess. It was filthy. And it was beautiful.
"Clean it," Tianmo repeated, his voice devoid of patience. "Every drop."
Biyue leaned in, the scent of musk and sex assaulting her senses, intoxicating her. She stuck out her tongue, tentative at first, and gave the tip a slow, broad lick.
Salty, bitter, and thick.
The taste was overwhelming, a concentrated essence of masculinity and cultivation that made her head spin. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating in her throat, and leaned in closer.
She took the head into her mouth, her lips stretching around the swollen glans. Her tongue swirled around the ridge, collecting the thick fluids, swallowing them down with a greedy gulp.
"Slurp...♡ Chuu...♡"
She worked her way down the shaft, her hands bracing against his thighs for support. She licked and sucked, cleaning every inch of him, her tongue digging into the crevices between the veins to scoop out the mingled fluids.
The taste was indescribable—a mix of her own sweet nectar and his bitter, potent seed. It was like drinking liquid fire. It burned down her throat, settling in her stomach as a warm, heavy weight that made her toes curl.
"Mmmnnn...♡ Nngh...♡"
She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes watery and submissive. She wanted him to see her. She wanted him to see the degradation, the hunger, the absolute surrender. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size even as her jaw ached in protest.
"Guuuh...♡"
She gagged slightly as the head hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull back. She forced herself to take it, suppressing the reflex, letting him use her mouth as a cleaning rag.
She could feel the energy pulsing from his skin, seeping into her tongue and gums. It was a passive absorption, a secondary benefit of the act that made her heart race. Even his sweat was a cultivation resource.
Finally, after long minutes of diligent service, his cock was clean—glistening only with her saliva, flushed a healthy, angry red.
Biyue pulled back, a string of spit connecting her lips to the tip before snapping. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, her face flushed a deep, humiliating crimson.
"I... I am done, Nephew... You auntie have cleaned your coxk with her mouth." she uttered, her voice hoarse.
Tianmo looked down at her, his expression unreadable. He reached out, grabbing a handful of her hair, and tilted her head back.
"You have potential," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I am impressed... Don't disappoint me," he handed her the fruit.
The moment the cool skin of the Spirit Upgrade Fruit touched her palm, Biyue felt a jolt of electricity shoot up her arm.
It wasn't just a fruit; it was a condensed star, a universe of potential held within a fragile shell.
She didn't hesitate. Greed, raw and primal, overrode the exhaustion that weighed down her limbs. She opened her mouth and bit into the crimson flesh.
Crunch.
The skin broke easily, releasing a flood of juice that tasted of sunlight, rain, and ancient earth. It was sweet, cloyingly so, but beneath the sweetness lay a fiery kick that exploded in her mouth like a volcano.
She swallowed.
Whoosh.
The energy hit her stomach like a lead weight, then instantly vaporized, rushing into her meridians like a tidal wave. It wasn't the gentle stream of Qi she was used to; it was a battering ram.
"Ughhh..." Biyue groaned, doubling over as the pain ripped through her. Her Dantian, still stretched and tender from the violent expansion earlier, was forced to accommodate yet another influx of power. It felt like her insides were being scrubbed with steel wool.
The impurities that had accumulated over seventy years of mediocre cultivation, waste products, stagnant Qi, and the residue of mortal emotions, were burned away by the fruit's energy. Black, oily sweat began to pour from every pore of her body, coating her skin in a foul-smelling sheen.
"Guh... Haaaa...♡"
Biyue convulsed on the bed, her body arching and twisting as the Spirit Upgrade Fruit forcibly rewrote her foundation. The pain was excruciating, a feeling of her bones being ground into dust and reformed, her meridians being scraped clean with jagged stones. But beneath the agony lay a terrifying ecstasy.
She could feel it.
The bottleneck that had plagued her for decades, the invisible ceiling of her fifth-grade talent, was dissolving.
The walls of her Dantian were not just expanding; they were transforming. The muddy, shallow pool of her spiritual energy was deepening, turning into a vast, crystal-clear lake.
The energy swirled violently, seeking a path, a new definition. It crashed against the barriers of her spirit root, testing its limits, demanding more.
Snap!
A sound echoed in the silence of the room, audible only to Biyue's heightened senses. It was the sound of a shackle breaking.
Her spirit root... it was changing.
The weak, diluted blue of her fifth-grade water root began to glow, the color deepening, becoming richer, more vibrant. The impurities were purged, leaving behind a core of pure, elemental essence.
Boom!
Earth-grade spirit root.
She passed out... After 10 minutes of no sound, Mother Zhu, came out from below the bed.
She had heard everything.
Madam Zhu's eyes were fixed on the unconscious form of Biyue, lying sprawled on the bed like a discarded puppet. Her gaze traveled over the woman's sweat-slicked skin, the bruises that were already blooming in dark purple patches on her hips and thighs, and finally, to the ruin between her legs.
It was a gaping, red mess, the lips swollen and angry, still twitching in the aftershocks of the brutal mating. But what made Madam Zhu's breath hitch in her throat was what was leaking out of that ruined entrance.
Thick, white rivulets of essence were slowly oozing out, sliding down Biyue's inner thighs and pooling on the sheets.
It was an obscene amount, a testament to the terrifying vitality of the ultimate chad man, who had just used this woman as a furnace.
Gulp!
Madam Zhu swallowed hard, her throat clicking in the silence.
"S-Son it's my turn now. I came before her so, why should that vixen get all the attention?!"