Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 373- Mamoon’s getting Thrashed

Mamoon’s mind reeled, her body trembling against Tianlong’s chest as his words hung in the air like a death sentence. "What... what do you—"

But before she could finish, his hand left her breast and moved to her hip, spinning her around with casual strength that made her stumble. Her latex-clad legs barely held her weight as he positioned her beside Thessa, who was still bent over the table, drool pooling beneath her flushed face.

"Wait—" Mamoon started to protest, but his hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades.

The pressure was gentle yet unyielding, bending her forward until her palms slapped against the wooden table beside Thessa’s. Her massive breasts swung free, hanging heavy as gravity pulled them downward. The latex suit clung to her lower body, outlining every curve of her thick ass and powerful thighs.

"Tianlong, I—this isn’t—" Her voice cracked, caught between outrage and sothing she refused to na.

Thessa’s unfocused blue eyes rolled toward her, tears still streaming down the rabbit woman’s face. Their gazes locked for a brief, humiliating mont—two powerful won reduced to this.

Mamoon’s jaw clenched hard, teeth grinding together. She wanted to say sothing, anything that would restore her dignity. But what could she say? That she wasn’t aroused? The wet heat between her legs made that lie transparent.

"Look at her," Tianlong’s voice ca from behind them both, conversational. "Look at how thoroughly she’s lted for ."

Mamoon’s eyes fixed on Thessa—on her glazed expression, her swollen nipples, the juice still trickling down her inner thighs. The rabbit woman’s pussy was visibly clenching around nothing now that his fingers had withdrawn, desperate for sothing to fill the emptiness.

’That won’t be ,’ Mamoon thought desperately. ’I won’t lose myself like—’

His hand touched her ass through the latex.

"Hngh!" The sound escaped before she could stop it.

His palm traced the curve of her rear, fingers digging into the thick flesh through the slick material. The latex had beco so soaked with her arousal that it clung like a second skin, leaving nothing to imagination.

"You’re soaked through," he observed, and she could hear the dark amusent in his voice. "The fabric is completely transparent here."

She felt his fingers hook into the latex covering her pussy—felt the material stretch as he gripped it. Her heart hamred against her ribs, each beat sending fresh waves of shaful heat through her core.

"What are you—stop—" The words ca out breathless, unconvincing even to her own ears.

"What am I doing?" he repeated, his tone almost mocking. "What do you think I’m doing, mother-in-law?"

The latex stretched further. She could feel the pressure building, the material cutting into her puffy labia through the soaked fabric. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, another gush of moisture flooding out.

"Don’t—" she managed, but then—

SCHLIIICK!

He pulled.

The latex tore away from her pussy in one brutal yank, the wet sound obscenely loud in the tent. Cold air hit her exposed sex and she gasped, feeling her thick labia jiggle from the sudden movent.

"Ah!" Her eyes shot wide, head snapping around to look back at him.

Her pussy was completely exposed now—swollen pink lips frad by white fur, glistening with so much arousal that strands of it connected her inner thighs in sticky webs. Her labia were puffy, engorged with blood, the inner folds darker and slick.

The lips visibly clenched and released, her body betraying her arousal for anyone to see. Juice leaked steadily from her entrance, dripping onto the manor floor between her spread feet.

"Magnificent," Tianlong murmured, and she felt his hand grip her hip. "Now this is worth the trouble."

She tried to straighten, to pull away, but his other hand pressed harder against her back, keeping her bent over. Her ass jutted out obscenely, the torn latex framing her exposed pussy like an obscene picture.

"Stay down," his command was absolute. "Let see what I’m working with."

His hand left her hip and she heard the rustle of fabric—his robe shifting, being pushed aside.

"No, wait—this is—we can’t—" The protests tumbled from her lips in a desperate rush, but even as she spoke, her hips shifted backward slightly, seeking sothing she refused to acknowledge.

Then she felt it.

Hot. Hard. Pressing against the curve of her ass.

Her breath caught in her throat as his cock slid between her ass cheeks, the thick shaft so much bigger than anything she’d ever felt. The swollen head dragged across her skin, leaving a trail of precum that mixed with her own arousal.

"What is that—how is it—" She couldn’t form complete thoughts, couldn’t process what she was feeling.

Beside her, Thessa’s eyes had regained so focus. The rabbit woman was staring at where Tianlong stood behind them, her expression shifting from post-orgasmic haze to shock.

"That’s... that’s impossible," Thessa breathed.

Mamoon twisted further, looking back over her shoulder—and her blood turned to ice.

His cock hung between his legs like sothing out of a nightmare. Easily the length of her forearm, thick as her wrist, the shaft was riddled with prominent veins that pulsed with each heartbeat. The head was swollen and red, almost purple at the tip where precum leaked in steady streams.

But it was his balls that truly shocked her—massive, heavy orbs the size of eggs, hanging low and swaying slightly with each movent. They looked full, stretched tight, like they contained more seed than should be physically possible.

"That won’t—there’s no way—" Mamoon’s voice ca out strangled.

"Won’t fit?" Tianlong’s hand gripped her hip again, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise. "Let’s find out, shall we?"

He pulled her ass cheeks apart with both hands, fully exposing her soaking pussy and the puckered hole above it. She felt him shift, felt the massive head of his cock drag down from her ass crack toward her entrance.

"Wait—Tianlong—please—" The word "please" ca out before she could stop it, and she wasn’t even sure what she was begging for anymore.

The head pressed against her entrance, spreading her outer lips. Even just that contact sent electricity shooting up her spine. Her pussy clenched hard, trying to pull him in even as her mind scread at her to resist.

"You’re so wet," he observed, almost clinically. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mouth doesn’t."

He pressed forward slightly—just enough that her entrance began to stretch around his massive head. The pressure was imnse, pushing the boundaries of what her body could take.

"Nnngh!" Her fingers clawed at the table, searching for purchase as the burning stretch started. "Too big—you’re too—"

"Breathe," his command cut through her panic. "Relax. Let in."

"I can’t—it won’t—" But even as she protested, her hips tilted backward, presenting herself better for penetration.

He shifted his grip, one hand leaving her hip to reach forward and grab her long hair. The silver strands wrapped around his fist as he pulled her head back, arching her spine into an even more obscene position.

"Look at Thessa," he ordered. "Look at how she lted. That’s going to be you in a few minutes."

Mamoon’s eyes t the rabbit woman’s again. Thessa was watching with rapt attention now, her own pussy visibly clenching as she anticipated what was about to happen.

"Don’t look at like that," Mamoon managed, sha flooding through her. "Don’t—"

THRUST!

He plunged forward.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

PAH!

The scream tore from Mamoon’s throat as her pussy was split open. His cock drove deep in one brutal stroke—past her entrance, through her channel, slamming against her cervix with enough force to make her entire body jolt forward.

"HNNNGH~!"

Her massive breasts swung wildly, slapping together as the impact threw her forward. Her eyes shot wide, pupils contracting to pinpoints as the shock of penetration overloaded every nerve in her body.

’FULL—TOO FULL—CAN’T—’ Her insides scread as that thick thing stretched every part of her tunnel, pushing walls apart that never knew such width existed.

Thoughts fragnted into incoherent static as her pussy stretched beyond anything she’d thought possible. The walls of her channel molded around his cock, forced to accommodate the massive intrusion.

He’d gone so deep—impossibly deep—the head of his cock had punched through her cervix and was pressing into her womb itself. The invasion sent white-hot pain-pleasure shooting through her core, making her inner muscles clamp down desperately around the shaft.

"Hnnngh—FUCK!"

The curse exploded from her lips before she could stop it, her usual composure completely shattered.