Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 421- A Group’s Offering

The crowd of naked won parted slightly, and from within, four Amazonian won moved forward—two on each side—carrying sothing between them.

No, not sothing. Soone.

A young catkin woman, her copper skin flushed with terror and arousal. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen, with bright orange hair tied in a ponytail and matching orange cat ears that were pinned flat against her skull. Her tail thrashed wildly behind her.

Unlike the others who’d stripped completely, she still wore her maid dress—though it was hiked up around her waist, exposing her thick thighs. Her tail was curled protectively between her legs, trying to hide her pussy.

The four Amazonian won held her by her limbs—one on each arm, one on each leg—carrying her horizontally like an offering to a god.

"W-WAIT!" the young catkin squeaked, her voice high with panic. "LET DOWN! I’M NOT READY! I NEED TO BE PREPARED FIRST!"

But the Amazonian won ignored her protests, carrying her closer to Tianlong.

Behind them, more won moved—forming a human platform. They knelt side by side, their backs straight, creating a living surface.

The four carrying the virgin positioned her above this platform and gently laid her down on the backs of the kneeling won.

"PLEASE!" the virgin whimpered, her orange eyes wide with fear. "I’VE NEVER... I’M STILL..."

"We know," one of the Amazonian won said, her voice almost gentle. She was the one called Kara, the de facto leader. "That’s exactly why we chose you, Nira."

Nira—the virgin—trembled on her living platform, her maid dress still bunched around her waist. One of the won reached down and adjusted her tail, moving it to the side.

Her pussy was revealed.

Pink. Tight. Completely untouched. A small patch of orange hair above it, neatly grood. The lips were closed, no signs of any previous penetration.

A virgin in every sense.

The won holding her spread her legs wide, exposing her completely to Tianlong’s view.

"Master," Kara said, her voice dripping with seductive reverence. "We offer you this virgin. Fresh. Untouched. Let us present her to you properly."

Tianlong, still standing with his cock jutting out proudly—glistening from his earlier fucks—looked at the display with interest.

"Do it yourselves," he said simply, a dark smirk crossing his face.

The won’s eyes widened with understanding. Then wicked smiles spread across their faces.

"You heard him," Kara said to the others. "We deflower her ourselves."

"WHAT?!" Nira’s voice cracked. "NO! YOU CAN’T AN—"

But six won were already moving. Two grabbed Nira’s wrists and pinned them down. Two more held her thighs spread impossibly wide. And the final two—Kara and another thick Amazonian with tribal tattoos—positioned themselves at Tianlong’s sides.

Kara’s hand wrapped around his cock—her fingers barely able to encircle it.

"It’s so hot," she breathed, stroking it slowly. "So thick. This is going to destroy you, little virgin."

"PLEASE! NOT LIKE THIS!" Nira sobbed, but her pussy was already wet, betraying her arousal despite her fear.

The won holding her began to move her. Not Tianlong moving toward her—but them moving her toward him.

They lifted her hips slightly, angling her pussy toward his cock. Kara guided the swollen head to Nira’s virgin entrance, pressing it against the tight, unopened slit.

"Ready?" Kara asked, but she wasn’t asking Nira.

The won holding Nira’s body nodded.

And they pulled her down.

SLAM!

"GYAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Three inches punched into her virgin pussy in one motion. Her hyn tore instantly, blood flowing around the invading shaft.

But they didn’t stop.

The won used Nira’s body like a living sex toy—pulling her down onto his cock, then lifting her up, then slamming her down again.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"IT HURTS! IT’S TEARING ! STOP! PLEASE!" Nira scread, tears streaming down her face.

But with each slam, more of his cock entered her.

Four inches. Five. Six.

Blood mixed with her arousal, creating a pink froth around his shaft. Her virgin pussy stretched impossibly wide, forced to accommodate sothing it was never ant to take on her first ti.

"LOOK AT ALL THAT BLOOD," one of the Amazonian won breathed, her own pussy dripping at the sight. "She’s really being torn open."

"Beautiful," another agreed, her nipples stiff.

Seven inches. Eight.

"MY WOMB! IT’S... IT’S HITTING MY WOMB!" Nira wailed, her back arching.

The won kept pumping her up and down, using her body, her pussy making obscene wet sounds as blood and arousal sprayed with each impact.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Tianlong stood there, hands at his sides, not even thrusting. He simply let these won use the virgin’s body on his cock like a living masturbation sleeve.

But his hands weren’t idle for long.

Two other won—one Amazonian with massive breasts, one catkin with perky smaller ones—pressed against his sides.

Tianlong turned his head and captured the Amazonian woman’s lips in a brutal kiss.

SMOOCH!

His tongue dominated hers imdiately, swallowing her moans. His hand reached up and grabbed the catkin woman’s breast, groping the soft flesh roughly, pinching her nipple between his fingers.

TWIST!

"Ahhn!" the catkin woman gasped, but pressed closer, offering herself.

All while Nira continued to be used.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"PLEASE! AHHN! IT HURTS! BUT... BUT..." Nira’s protests were breaking down. The pain was still there, but sothing else was building beneath it.

Nine inches. Fully hilted.

The won slamd her down one final ti, burying Tianlong’s entire cock in her virgin pussy. Her cervix was punched directly, the head of his cock kissing her womb.

"FULL! TOO FULL! I CAN’T—NGHH!"

And then they started moving her faster.

Using her body. Up and down. Up and down. Her pussy gripping his shaft, her blood coating it, her screams filling the hallway.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Tianlong broke the kiss with the Amazonian woman and moved to grope her breast instead—his large hand engulfing the massive mound, kneading it like dough.

"Master!" she moaned, pressing into his touch.

His other hand continued torturing the catkin woman’s smaller breast, rolling the nipple, pinching, pulling.

And his cock? His cock was being serviced by multiple won using a virgin’s body as their tool.

"I’M... I’M GOING TO..." Nira’s voice cracked. Her orange eyes rolled back. "CUMMING! FROM MY FIRST TI! I’M CUMMING!"

GUSH!

She squirted around his cock—blood and clear fluid mixing, spraying the won holding her, soaking the marble floor.

Her pussy clamped down like a vice, milking his shaft desperately.

"KEEP GOING!" Kara commanded. "Don’t stop until he fills her!"

The won obeyed, pumping Nira’s body faster, harder, her broken screams turning into animalistic moans.

"AHHH! AHHH! MORE! FUCK! MORE!"

She’d been broken. Her mind shattered. From virgin to cock-addicted slut in minutes.

Tianlong felt his climax building. His balls tightened. The combination of the virgin’s impossibly tight pussy, the won groping and kissing him, and the sheer depravity of the scene pushed him over the edge.

"Here it cos," he growled.

The won slamd Nira down one final ti.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

He erupted inside her virgin womb. Thick cum flooding her, filling her, painting her insides white.

"HOT! SO HOT! MY WOMB! IT’S FILLING MY WOMB!" Nira scread, her eyes rolling back completely.

Her belly began to swell as the impossible volu of cum filled her. The won holding her watched in awe as her flat stomach distended, growing rounder, fuller.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Three months pregnant. Six months. Nine months.

"TOO MUCH! I’M... I’M..."

And then she started glowing.

Golden light emanated from her skin—the sign of cultivation advancent beginning.

The won finally pulled her off his cock.

SCHLORP!

Blood and cum gushed from her gaped pussy as she was laid on the floor, twitching, glowing, her belly swollen obscenely.