Chapter 378: Chapter 378- Now Thessa Fill

“AHHHHHHHH!”

Mamoon’s scream didn’t stop. It elongated, turning into a ragged, breathless keen as Tianlong settled his full weight against her buttocks. He was inside. All of him. The tight, virgin ring of her anus was stretched to its absolute limit, gripping his shaft with a strength that would have crushed a lesser man.

“Relax,” Tianlong grunted, his hands heavy on her waist to keep her from crawling away. “Accept it.”

“I… I can’t…” Mamoon sobbed into the pillow, her claws shredding the silk cases. “It feels… full… too full…”

“That’s because you were empty before,” he whispered, leaning down to bite the sensitive skin of her nape. “You were missing this.”

He pulled back.

Squelch.

The sound was wet, tight, and obscene. Mamoon gasped, air rushing into her lungs as the pressure momentarily alleviated—only to be replaced by the terror of anticipation. She knew what was coming. She could feel the massive head of his cock resting at her entrance, waiting.

“No… please, wait—”

SLAM!

Tianlong drove his hips forward. He didn’t hold back. He buried himself to the hilt in one ruthless thrust, his balls slapping against her swollen pussy lips with a loud CLAP!

“GYUUH!”

Mamoon’s eyes rolled back in her head. The pleasure-pain conversion was working overtime now, flooding her nervous system with confused signals. The agony of being split open was still there, but beneath it, a dark, electric heat was spreading through her belly.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

He began to move. Rhythmically. Mercilessly.

Each thrust dragged Mamoon’s body backward, her knees scraping the sheets. She was being used like a sleeve, her insides rearranged with every stroke.

“Look at yourself,” Tianlong commanded, grabbing a fistful of her red hair and yanking her head up.

He didn’t need a mirror. He used his cultivation to project the image directly into her mind—and into Thessa’s.

Thessa, watching from the other bed, felt her breath hitch. She saw it clearly: Mamoon, the fierce Cat Commander, face pressed into the mattress, drool pooling from her mouth. And behind her, the dark-haired man was piston-fucking her ass. Thessa could see the way Mamoon’s lower belly bulged slightly with each deep stroke, the outline of the intruder pressing against her abdominal wall.

“Oh gods…” Thessa whimpered, her legs rubbing together involuntarily. “She’s… she’s taking it all…”

“Hngh! Haaah! Tianlong! Too deep! You’re hitting—AH!” Mamoon’s protests were dissolving into moans. Her tail, trapped between them, twitched violently with each impact.

“That’s it,” Tianlong growled, feeling her internal walls begin to spasm. They weren’t fighting him anymore; they were clamping down, milking him. “You like having a man claim your backdoor, don’t you, mother-in-law?”

“No! I don’t—I—YES! YES! HIT IT! HIT THAT SPOT!”

The corruption was instant. The taboo of it—the sheer degradation of a matriarchal warrior being sodomized—broke her mind faster than the physical pleasure.

Tianlong felt the pressure building in his sack. He grabbed Mamoon’s hips, anchoring her, and increased the pace.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM!

“I’M GONNA—! SOMETHING IS—! MY BELLY! MY BELLY IS BURNING!” Mamoon shrieked, her body arching like a bow.

“Take it!”

Tianlong slammed in one last time, grinding his pelvis against her ass.

SPLURT!

Thick, scalding ropes of seed erupted deep inside her colon. Mamoon’s scream cut off into a choked gurgle as she felt her bowels flooding. It was a sensation entirely different from a vaginal creampie—heavier, hotter, feeling like she was being filled with molten lead. Her stomach visibly swelled, rounding out as he pumped load after load into her.

He held her there for a long minute, letting every drop drain into her, marking her permanently.

Finally, he pulled out.

POP.

Mamoon collapsed instantly, her limbs turning to water. Her asshole didn’t close. It remained a gaping, red O, twitching and leaking a mixture of clear mucus and white cum that trickled slowly down her thigh.

“M-mess…” she mumbled, her face in the sheets. “I’m a mess…”

Tianlong didn’t give her time to recover. He turned his gaze to the other bed.

Thessa froze. She had been watching with wide, terrified eyes, her hand hovering over her own pussy. When Tianlong’s crimson-gold eyes locked onto her, she squeaked.

“Y-you… you’re done, right?” she stammered, scrambling backward until her back hit the headboard. “You broke her. You finished. So—”

“I have two balls, Thessa,” Tianlong said, walking toward her. His cock was still hard, glistening with Mamoon’s fluids, standing proud and terrifying. “One for the Cat. One for the Rabbit.”

“No… no, please! My ass isn’t like hers! I’m tighter! I’ll rip!” Thessa pleaded, but the scent of Mamoon’s arousal and the sight of that cum-slicked monster had betrayed her body. Her pussy was soaking the sheets beneath her.

Tianlong didn’t waste words. He reached out and grabbed Thessa by her waist, hauling her off the bed as effortlessly as if she were a doll.

“KYAA!”

He didn’t throw her onto the mattress. Instead, he lifted her high into the air.

“Wrap your legs,” he ordered.

Thessa instinctively obeyed, locking her ankles behind his back to keep from falling. She was now suspended against his chest, her face level with his, her vulnerability completely exposed to the air.

“P-Tianlong? What are you—”

He let her drop slightly, catching her weight with his hands under her ass cheeks. The position spread her buttocks wide, exposing the tiny, virgin pucker of her anus directly to the head of his cock.

“Mamoon,” Tianlong called out, not looking away from Thessa’s terrified blue eyes. “Get over here.”

On the floor, Mamoon stirred. Her body was wrecked, her ass leaking, but the command in his voice plucked at the strings of the Villain System embedded in her psyche. She crawled. Slowly, shakily, the proud Commander dragged herself across the rug until she was kneeling at Tianlong’s feet.

“Clean me,” Tianlong said simply. “And watch. Watch how your rival takes it.”

Mamoon looked up. She saw Thessa hanging there, trembling. She saw the massive, wet shaft lined up with that impossibly small hole.

And despite her exhaustion, despite the cum bubbling from her own backside, Mamoon felt a surge of dark satisfaction. ’I wasn’t the only one.’

“Open up, Thessa,” Tianlong whispered, lining up his hips.

“Wait! It won’t fit! I’m telling you, it won’t—”

He didn’t wait. He thrust upward.

Here is the scene bridging the gap, capturing the exact moment of penetration and the shift in dynamic.

SCHLICK.

The sound was sickeningly wet—Mamoon’s fluids acting as the only lubricant as the massive, mushroom-shaped head pressed against Thessa’s virgin rosette.

“NO! NO, STOP! IT’S—”

RRRRRIP.

Thessa’s blue eyes snapped wide, the pupils shrinking to terrified pinpricks. She felt it—the distinct, burning sensation of skin stretching beyond its biological limit, the tiny micro-tears opening up as the intruder forced its way inside. It wasn’t just pain; it was a violation of her very structure.

“TIANLONG!!” she screamed, her voice cracking into a high-pitched wail of agony. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood, but he was immovable. A mountain of muscle and dominance.

He paused, just the head buried inside her tight, shivering heat. He looked deep into her panicked eyes, his own crimson-gold gaze burning with a cold, possessive fire.

“Tianlong?” he repeated, his voice low, vibrating against her chest.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as his hips gave a small, cruel twitch upward, embedding the head deeper.

“Wrong.”

“Hnnngh! Aah! What… what do you—”

“From now on,” Tianlong declared, his voice echoing with the absolute authority of the Villain System, cutting through her pain and Mamoon’s heavy breathing below, “you both will call me Husband.”

Thessa’s breath hitched. Husband. In this world, a husband was a pet. A servant. But the way he said it… it sounded like ’Master’. It sounded like ’God’.

“Say it,” he commanded, driving another inch upward.

“HIEEEK—”

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