Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 436- Mermaid’s Throat

Tianlong’s hips ’’snapped’’ forward.

’’THRUST!’’

His full nine inches ’’plunged’’ inside her in one brutal stroke.

The hyn ’’tore’’. The barrier ’’shattered’’. His ridged cock ’’ripped’’ through it like paper, driving deeper, deeper—

The head of his cock ’’punctured’’ her cervix.

The rmaid’s eyes rolled back completely. Her mouth opened in a scream that had no sound, her vocal cords too shocked to produce noise.

Her entire body convulsed. Her cloaca clamped down on his shaft with crushing force, those ridged muscles seizing so hard they probably would have crushed a normal man’s cock.

Her tail beat against the bed, her gills flared wide, her hands clawed at his back hard enough to draw blood.

And she ’’ca’’.

Harder than before. Harder than she’d ever co in her life.

Her cloaca gushed around his shaft, fluid flooding out in rhythmic pulses. The combination of virginity lost, cervix penetrated, and his ridges stimulating every nerve ending simultaneously had shattered her mind.

Tianlong groaned, his own control tested to its absolute limit.

The sensation of her convulsing around him—those internal ridges massaging his external ridges, the heat, the tightness, the ’’wetness’’—it was almost enough to make him co right there.

But he’d fucked thousands of won. His control was ironclad.

He held still, buried to the hilt inside her, letting her ride out the orgasm tearing through her body.

It took almost a full minute before her convulsions weakened. Before her screams faded to breathless whimpers. Before her eyes, rolled back and showing only whites, slowly returned to focus.

When her gaze finally found his face, there were still tears streaming down her cheeks. But beneath the tears was sothing new.

Awe. Shock. And the dawning realization that this was just the ’beginning’.

Tianlong leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. His breath was hot against her still-flaring gills.

"Calm down, Miss rmaid," he murmured, his voice dark honey laced with promise. "We’re going to have a very long fuck session."

She had never known the word ’full’ until now.

Buried to the hilt inside her, Tianlong stayed still—just for a mont—letting her cloaca pulse around every ridge on his shaft. Those internal muscle bands convulsed in rhythmic waves, trying and failing to push him out. The rmaid—Sai—lay beneath him on the silk-soaked bed, her deep blue eyes glassy, her small chest heaving in shallow, broken gasps.

Her gills flared wide with each exhale. A strand of black-blue hair stuck to her wet cheek.

"Still breathing?" Tianlong asked, his voice unhurried, like a man asking about the weather.

"I..." Sai’s mouth worked. Nothing coherent ca out.

He pressed his palm flat against her lower belly—right where his cock pressed against from inside. The bulge was faint beneath her scales but ’there’, undeniable. He rubbed it slowly, almost tenderly, feeling her walls shift around him.

"Good," he said, like he’d just confird a pleasant fact.

Then he pulled back.

Slow.

The ridges on his shaft dragged against every nerve cluster she had, each ridge popping past her internal rings one by one.

"NHGH—!!" Sai’s jaw clenched, her fingers clawing the wet silk.

He thrust back in.

PAH!

"AAANHH~!!"

Her tail slamd the mattress. Both fins snapped rigid.

PAH! PAH!

"OUNGH~!! HNGH~!! HIEK~!!"

The water from the shattered tank had spread across the floor in a wide silver sheet, catching the dim light of the room’s formation lamps. Nobody had cleaned it. Nobody cared.

Now, slowly, that water moved.

Not from current. Not from any disturbance.

It ’drifted’ toward the bed, drawn by sothing invisible.

By ’her’.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Nnh~!! Aah~!! Mnn—HAANH~!!"

Three thrusts, asured and deep, each one punching to the sa depth, each one drawing the sa convulsion from her pelvis. Her gills had gone a dark rose-red from exertion. Tears tracked down her temples and into her hairline, pooling in her ears.

Tianlong watched her face while he moved. Golden eyes cataloguing every twitch, every flicker, every mont her expression crumbled.

"You know," he said, his voice conversational even as his hips rolled forward, "most n spend months preparing for their wedding night."

PAH!

"Haahh~—!"

"Candles. Wine. Poetry." A pause. Another roll of his hips. "I find this more honest."

Sai’s eyes dragged up to his face, blurred with tears. "You’re... ’insane’—"

"Maybe." He leaned down, lips brushing her temple. "’But you’re mine now.’"

The words landed like a stone in still water. She felt them sowhere below her ribs—sowhere that had nothing to do with the cock tearing her apart.

PAH! PAH!

"NGHH~!! AAAHNH~!!"

The water on the floor rose an inch.

Just an inch. Just enough.

A ’[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]’ flickered into existence at the edge of Tianlong’s vision—translucent gold text hovering in his peripheral sight.

Dual Cultivation Active.

Partner: Unknown — Water-type Spiritual Cultivator.

Affinity Response: 4%... 6%... 9%

Yang Qi Absorption: Passive. Accelerating.

He smiled against her temple.

’There it is.’

He stopped.

Pulled out completely.

Schlorp—

Sai gasped at the sudden emptiness. Her cloaca clenched on nothing, those ridged walls grasping, her body imdiately hating the absence.

"Wh—why did you—" She pushed up on shaking elbows, her small breasts swaying with the motion, pale nipples stiff and red from his earlier attention.

Tianlong was already moving.

He gripped her shoulders, firm but unhurried, and turned her. Repositioned her. Her back went to the mattress’s edge until her head tilted ’off’ it, her neck arching backward, the line of her throat exposed fully toward the floor.

She blinked at the world upside-down. "What are you—"

His cock pressed against her lips.

"Open your mouth," he said. Simple. Like he was asking her to pass him sothing.

Sai stared up at the shaft hovering above her face—still slick with her own fluids, the ridges catching the light. Her eyes went wide.

"That won’t fit down my—"

"It will."

"I’m a ’rmaid’, my throat doesn’t—"

"Sai." His thumb stroked her jaw, gentle, almost sweet. "Open your mouth."

She opened her mouth.

The head pressed in first. Her lips stretched imdiately, the flared tip filling her cheeks. She tasted herself—salt, sothing sweeter, sothing that made her head swim.

GLUCK.

He pushed deeper.

Her throat bulged. She could feel the outline of him pressing outward against the skin of her neck, and so distant part of her brain decided this was impossible.

He kept pushing.

GLUCK. GLUCK.

Her gills flared desperately, working double-ti since her mouth was sealed around his shaft. Her eyes went wide, then wider, then rolled slightly as the stretch hit a new register of overwhelming.

"Nnggkk~!!" The sound was wet, strangled, muffled entirely.

Tianlong looked down at her face—her cheeks hollow, her neck visibly distorted, tears streaming upward toward her hairline—and his expression went warm in a way that was almost disturbing given the context.

"There," he said quietly. "Perfect."

He began to move.

GLUCK—GLUCK—GLUCK—

Her throat worked around him in reflexive swallowing motions, her gills pumping frantically. Her hands ca up and gripped his thighs—not to push him away. To hold on.

GLUCK—GLUCK—GLUCK—GLUCK—

A wet, obscene sound, each thrust pushing his shaft through the tight column of her throat. Her neck distorted with each depth, the shape of him visible beneath her pale skin.

"GKK~!! NNGKK~!! HKKK~!! UNNGHkkk~~~!!!""