Chapter 292: Chapter 292 – Escape of Zhashenya to Inner Tribes leaving Tianlong Blueball (1)

Sylvea’s breath hitched.

His cock hung there—nine inches of thick, veined flesh that her eyes couldn’t leave. The shaft curved slightly upward, head swollen and angry red, still glistening with Akane and Xiang’s combined saliva. Veins pulsed visibly along the length, and she could see it throb with each of his heartbeats.

Her pussy clenched involuntarily.

Because she remembered. The texture. The exact ridges and veins that had stretched her walls mere minutes ago—forcing her awake from deep meditation as he’d buried himself to the hilt inside her virgin cunt.

The way that thick crown had pushed past her entrance, spreading her open. How those veins had dragged against her inner walls with each thrust, hitting spots she didn’t know existed.

She could still feel the phantom sensation—his cockhead kissing her cervix, grinding against her womb’s entrance.

Her thighs pressed together hard, trying to contain the sudden gush of wetness. The silk between her legs darkened further.

“I…” She swallowed hard, throat dry. “Let me create her.”

Her hand stretched out, fingers beginning to weave the mana required for splitting consciousness—creating a separate avatar to take this defilement while keeping her dignity intact.

But his hand shot out.

Fingers wrapped around her wrist, grip iron-strong. Her spell dissolved instantly.

“What—?” She looked up at him, confusion flickering in those emerald eyes.

“I don’t want to fuck some illusion.” His thumb rubbed slow circles on her pulse point. “What I said is split now—”

His other hand dropped to his cock, gripping the thick base. He angled it downward slightly, the swollen head dragging across her lower belly. Then lower. Over her silk-covered mound.

“—split now was for you.” He pressed his cock between her clenched thighs, right against her pussy. The thin silk did nothing to mask the heat radiating from her soaked cunt. “I want to fuck you, Sylvea.”

The head of his cock rubbed directly over her entrance—separated only by that drenched fabric. Back and forth. Slow. Deliberate.

Her body trembled violently.

“How dare—”

His mouth crashed against hers.

“Mmph—!”

Her green eyes flew wide, pupils dilating as his tongue forced past her lips. She tasted Xiang and Akane on him—the mingled flavors of two women mixed with his own masculine taste. His tongue explored her mouth with the same confidence he’d shown fucking her earlier, claiming every inch.

Her hands pushed against his chest. Weak. Ineffective. Her fingers barely dented the hard muscle.

He sucked her tongue into his mouth, pulling a muffled whimper from her throat. His cock continued grinding between her thighs—the thick shaft rubbing directly against her silk-covered slit. The friction sent jolts of unwanted pleasure through her core.

Both his hands moved to her ass. Large palms cupped the full cheeks, fingers digging into soft flesh. He groped roughly, kneading and molding. Then he pulled them apart—stretching her ass wide, the motion making her spine arch involuntarily.

“Nngh—!” The sound escaped into his mouth as her asshole clenched from the exposure.

He broke the kiss.

She gasped for air, lips swollen and glistening. A thin string of saliva connected their mouths before snapping.

He smirked. “You’re really a hot woman.”

Her entire body trembled at those words—shame and unwanted arousal warring inside her. “You… you can’t just—”

A delicate hand touched his shoulder.

“Wait, husband.”

Tianlong turned slightly. Akane stood there, fox ears tilted in genuine confusion. “What are you doing?”

He blinked. “Can’t you see? I want to fuck this woman.”

The blunt declaration hit Sylvea like a physical blow. Heat flooded her face—embarrassment so intense her pointed ears turned red.

Relief flickered in her chest. Akane would stop this. She was his wife, after all. Surely she’d—

“Then don’t show mercy on her, husband.”

Sylvea’s heart stopped.

Akane moved behind her. The fox woman’s hands slid around Sylvea’s body from behind, palms cupping the massive weight of her tits through the silk. Lifting them. Presenting them.

“She’s still got her real body in the lower realm to be fucked too.” Akane’s breath ghosted across Sylvea’s ear, making it twitch. Her voice dropped to a sultry purr. “This is just her consciousness. You can ruin her as much as you want here… and then do it all over again to her real body later.”

“What are you—”

Akane’s hands moved. Gripped the silk. And tore.

RIIIP—

The fabric shredded apart like paper. Sylvea’s massive tits spilled free—pale flesh jiggling from the sudden release. They were enormous, heavy, with a slight teardrop shape that defied gravity. And her nipples—

Tianlong’s eyes widened slightly.

They weren’t normal nipples. Each one stood thick and long like a horn—at least two inches, dark pink, with a pointed opening at the tip that almost looked like a small mouth. The areolas were large and puffy, surrounding the horn-like protrusions.

“What are you doing?!” Sylvea’s voice cracked.

But her words cut off into a sharp moan as Tianlong’s hands seized both breasts. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, kneading roughly. Then his thumbs and forefingers found those horn nipples—pinching hard.

“Aungh—! St-stop—!?”

He pulled. The horn nipples stretched obscenely, the pointed tips opening slightly. He pressed them together, mashing her tits until those nipples touched. Then he leaned down and took both into his mouth at once.

“HYAAAH~!”

Her tongue lolled out as sensation exploded through her body. His teeth scraped the sensitive flesh while his tongue swirled around both horn nipples simultaneously.

He sucked hard—creating intense suction that made her tits feel like they were being pulled into his mouth.

The pointed openings at her nipple tips began leaking. Clear fluid at first, then thin streams of milk—sweet and warm.

He sucked harder, drinking directly from those horn nipples as his hands continued groping and kneading the massive mounds.

He sucked for long moments—tongue working those horn nipples until milk flowed freely down his chin. Her body shook with each pull, desperate whimpers spilling from her lips.

Then he retreated.

His mouth released her nipples with a wet pop. Milk dribbled down her chest, trails running between the valley of her heaving tits.

He gripped his cock—thick shaft still rock hard, veins pulsing with need. The head pressed against her lower belly as he stroked himself slowly.

Akane watched from behind, her fox eyes gleaming. “My husband wants something.”

Before Sylvea could process those words, Akane’s hand shot down—fingers hooking into the silk covering her pussy.

RIIIP—

The fabric tore away completely.

But Akane didn’t stop there. Her fingers tangled in the green curls of Sylvea’s pussy hair and yanked.

“KYAAAAH—!”

The scream tore from Sylvea’s throat as clumps of hair ripped free. Her hands flew down instinctively but Akane was faster—pulling again, tearing more of those emerald curls away with vicious efficiency.

“Stop—STOP! IT HURTS—!”

Tears streamed down her face. The pain was sharp, immediate. When Akane finally released her, Sylvea looked down through blurred vision.

Her mound was nearly bare now—just a few scattered green strands remaining. The skin had turned angry red from the abuse, small welts forming where hair had been ripped away.

Her pussy lips were swollen and inflamed, glistening with arousal mixed with the redness of irritation.

“Akane!” Tianlong’s voice cut sharp. “Too far.”

The fox woman’s ears flattened slightly, but she said nothing—simply stepped back with a satisfied smirk.

Tianlong’s hand cupped Sylvea’s chin, tilting her tear-stained face up. Her green eyes were wide with shock and pain, mascara running in black streaks.

“Let me heal it,” his voice dropped low, “by giving you pleasure.”

His cock pressed against her entrance.

The swollen, abused lips of her pussy spread around his thick crown. Just the pressure alone made her gasp—those reddened, oversensitive folds screaming as they stretched.

“Wait—no, it’s too soon after—AHHHN~!”

He pushed forward.

Nine inches of thick cock speared into her. Her swollen labia stretched to their absolute limit—the inflamed tissue spreading wide around his girth. The sensation was overwhelming—pain and pleasure mixing into something her brain couldn’t separate.

Her entire body lifted.

Up on her toes, back arching as he filled her completely in one slow, relentless thrust. Her pussy walls clamped down instinctively, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion. But he was too thick—stretching her inner passage, forcing it to mold around every vein and ridge.

“GYUUUH~! T-TOO DEEP—!”

His cock kissed her cervix, grinding against the entrance to her womb. The pressure made her eyes roll back.

Akane moved immediately. Her hands gripped Sylvea’s ass cheeks from behind—spreading them wide, supporting the woman’s weight as Tianlong held her impaled on his shaft.

“You needs to forget that grin.” Akane’s purr was encouraging.

Tianlong’s hands moved to Sylvea’s hips. He pulled back slowly—his cock dragging against her clenching walls, every vein scraping oversensitive nerves. Just the head remained inside, stretching her entrance.

Then he thrust.

PAH—

“HYAAAH~!”

Her scream echoed through the room. He buried himself to the hilt again, balls slapping against her ass with a meaty sound. Akane’s hands kept her ass spread, giving him perfect access.

He established a rhythm. Deep. Hard. Each thrust lifted her higher on her toes.

Pah pah pah pah—

“Aungh—! Haaah—! W-wait—nnngh~!”

Her moans were broken, desperate. The healing effect was already working—pleasure flooding through her abused pussy, overriding the pain. But it was too much, too intense. Her walls spasmed around him, trying to milk his cock with each withdrawal.

“So tight.” Tianlong’s voice was strained with pleasure. “Your pussy is sucking me in, Sylvea.”

“N-no it’s not—AHHH~!”

He angled his hips, changing the trajectory. His cock dragged across that sensitive spot on her front wall with each thrust. Her legs trembled, barely able to support her weight even with Akane’s help.

Pah pah pah—

“Look at you,” Akane whispered against her ear. “I guessed what you were thinking seeing me in that state now in which my husband will drag you—”

“Haah? You are too shrewd, aren’t you?… I was confused why everything until now seemed too smooth.” Suddenly, Tianlong’s hips that were thrusting slowed down as he looked towards Sylvea’s face, saliva dripping and all, but more than that, this woman’s body started to slowly dissolve into the air.

She just used some kind of magic which, due to his thrusts gaining Qi-Magic knowledge, he knew was a very high-tier one.

SWOOSH

Suddenly, as if breaking his mental pattern, he blinked. And then he vividly saw Zhaoshenya’s body turning into mist with her horny face turning into a frustrated, controlled rage.

With her body vanishing, like a sleeve torn away from the cock, she left her message as she knew she needed to run away, “Y-you perverts, I have already gotten enough information. I will make sure to kill you all….”

And with that, she disappeared from there, leaving behind only her juices dripping from his cock that was within her, now finding the clinging wall vanish with his cum spurting out on Akane.

’….’ Tianlong, standing there with his cum falling from Akane’s face, just chuckled, shaking his head as he turned, ruffling his hair and looked at Yu Xiang, calmly saying, “Did you mark her?”

“Yes.”

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