Chapter 419: Chapter 419- Pleasure Palace Politics

Mira made choking sounds, unable to form words.

Tianlong looked down at where they were connected. Her asshole was stretched beyond reason, the tight ring gripping the base of his shaft. Her thick ass cheeks were spread wide, jiggling slightly with each of her desperate breaths.

“Good woman,” he praised, patting her ass. “You took all of it.”

Then he pulled back.

SQUELCH.

The friction was incredible. Her anal walls clung to his shaft, dragging along every ridge, every vein, as if trying to pull him back inside.

He pulled until just the tip remained.

Mira’s asshole gaped slightly, twitching, the abused muscle unable to close properly.

“hahh… hahh… thank… thank gods…” she gasped, thinking it was over.

SLAM!

He buried all nine inches again in one stroke.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!”

And then he started pounding.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

Not slow. Not gentle. Brutal, animalistic fucking.

Her thick ass rippled with each impact, waves of flesh traveling through her copper skin. The sound was different from when he’d fucked her pussy—meatier, harder.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Mira screamed with each thrust, the word punched out of her lungs.

Tianlong reached forward and grabbed her black hair, winding it around his fist.

YANK!

Her head pulled back sharply, her spine arching into an almost painful curve. Now her heavy breasts hung down, the pierced nipples swinging wildly with each thrust.

“LOOK AT YOU,” he growled, his voice thick with dominance. “A mother. A respectable woman. Getting her ass destroyed like a common whore.”

“I’M… I’M NOT…” Mira tried to protest, but her body betrayed her.

Because she was cumming.

From anal alone.

“AHHHHH! NO! NOT FROM THIS! I CAN’T BE CUMMING FROM MY ASS!”

GUSH!

Her pussy squirted even though it wasn’t being touched, clear fluid spraying from her gaped, abused hole. Her asshole clamped down rhythmically on his cock, milking it.

“SEE?” Tianlong pulled her hair harder. “Your body knows what it is. It doesn’t matter what hole I use—you’re made to be fucked.”

He released her hair and pushed her face back into the mattress. Then both his hands grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them as wide as they would go.

The view was obscene. Her asshole stretched around his thick shaft, the rim pulled so tight it was almost white. Every time he pulled out, her walls clung desperately. Every time he pushed in, they were forced to yield.

“I’M GOING TO BREAK!” Mira sobbed into the sheets. “MY ASS… MY ASS IS GOING TO BREAK!”

“It won’t,” Tianlong assured her. “Your body will adapt. Just like your pussy did.”

He increased the pace.

PAPAPAPAPAPAPA!

Inhuman speed. His hips became a blur. Her ass jiggled so violently it looked like it was vibrating.

And then he reached around and found her clit piercing.

He hooked his finger through the golden ring.

YANK!

“GYAHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Pain and pleasure exploded through her nervous system simultaneously. Her clit was being tortured while her ass was being destroyed, and somehow, impossibly, it all felt good.

“MASTER!” The word tore from her throat unbidden. “MASTER! MASTER! MASTER!”

She’d broken. Completely. She was calling him Master now.

Tianlong felt his climax approaching. His balls tightened, swelling with the massive load building inside them.

“Here it comes,” he warned. “I’m going to fill your ass with so much cum you’ll taste it.”

“NO! NOT INSIDE! YOU’LL—AHHHHH!”

SLAM!

One final thrust, burying himself to the hilt, his cock punching deep into her anal cavity.

And he erupted.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Thick, hot cum flooded her ass. Wave after wave of seed pumping directly into her bowels.

“HOT! TOO HOT! I CAN FEEL IT! FEEL IT FILLING ME!”

Her belly began to swell.

Not just her stomach—her entire lower belly distended as the sheer volume of cum filled her anal cavity and had nowhere to go.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

He just kept cumming. Gallons of seed, impossible amounts, painting her insides white.

Her belly swelled more. And more. Within seconds she looked three months pregnant. Then six months.

“MY BELLY! IT’S… IT’S GROWING!”

The pressure was incredible. Her intestines stretched to accommodate the flood. Some of it was already being forced deeper into her system, traveling up through her bowels.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Nine months pregnant now. Her belly was grotesquely swollen, pressing into the mattress beneath her, skin stretched shiny and tight.

“TOO MUCH! I’M GOING TO BURST! MASTER, PLEASE! NO MORE!”

Finally, blessedly, the flow stopped.

Tianlong remained buried inside her for a moment, feeling her asshole pulse weakly around his shaft, feeling her distended belly pressing against his thighs.

Then he pulled out.

SCHLORP!

His cock emerged inch by inch, coated white, glistening. When the head finally popped free—

GUSH!

—cum exploded from her gaped asshole like a broken dam.

It poured out in a thick, continuous stream, flooding onto the silk sheets, pooling beneath her. Her asshole was so stretched it couldn’t close, just stayed open in an obscene gape, cum continuing to leak out.

Her belly slowly deflated as the pressure released, but it would take minutes for all of it to drain.

Mira lay there, face-down, her body twitching. Completely destroyed. Pussy gaped and leaking. Ass gaped and fountaining cum. Piercings glinting. Belly swollen.

She looked like she’d been gangbanged by an army, not fucked by one man.

And then she started glowing.

Golden light emanated from her skin, growing brighter.

The cultivation advancement was beginning.

While just outside the room.

The hallway of the Pleasure Palace stretched long and wide, its marble floors polished to a mirror shine. Red velvet curtains hung from golden rods along the walls, and crystal sconces cast warm, flickering light.

But the hallway wasn’t empty.

Two distinct groups of women stood facing each other, tension crackling in the air between them.

On one side stood the Amazonian women—thick, powerful, with bodies built for war and breeding. Dark skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat. They wore maid uniforms, but these weren’t demure outfits. The skirts were impossibly short, barely covering their substantial asses. The tops strained against massive breasts, buttons threatening to pop. Their thighs were thick enough to crush skulls.

There were maybe two hundred of them, all breathing heavily, glaring across the hallway.

On the other side stood the catkin women—a thousand strong, but clearly weaker. Their copper skin was marked with bruises. Red handprints on cheeks. Scratches on arms. They wore similar maid outfits, but they looked disheveled, defeated.

Fresh marks of violence covered their bodies.

The Amazonians had beaten them.

“You think your numbers mean anything?” one of the Amazonian women—tall, broad-shouldered, with breasts the size of melons—sneered across the space. Her name was Kara. “A thousand weaklings are still just weaklings.”

A catkin woman—smaller, with grey ears and a grey tail—stepped forward defiantly. Her name was Lysa. “We’re not weak! We’re warriors! We just… we just need time to—”

“To what?” another Amazonian interrupted, her thick hips swaying as she stepped forward. “You’re servants now. Accept it.”

“We’re not servants!” Lysa protested, her tail lashing behind her. “We were conquered, yes, but that doesn’t make us—”

“We were bestowed power by the King himself,” Kara said, her voice dropping to something almost reverent. She placed a hand over her lower belly possessively. “He bred us. Filled us with his seed. Made us strong.”

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