Sylvea's head lifted from Tianlong's chest, her green eyes widening as she took in the scene. Yu Xiang was positioned between his legs in a way that left nothing to the imagination—or would have, if not for the tail obscuring everything. The butterfly woman sat there, saliva still glistening on her lips, looking up at Akane with defiant innocence.

"Of course," Xiang said sweetly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "you made husband sad. So I was helping him feel better."

Akane's entire body trembled. Her ears flattened against her head as spiritual energy leaked from her pores. "Helping? Or more like trying to use him for your own pleasure?"

Xiang's expression shifted, her violet eyes hardening. "So what?" She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, making them push up obscenely. "Should I just leave him depressed like you did? You're too busy crying about your dead husband to take care of the one right in front of you."

"You—!" Akane's canines became visible, her fox features sharpening as rage flooded through her.

Tianlong sat up.

The movement was sudden, fluid. His head lifted from Sabrina's chest, and he shifted his position on the bed with practiced ease. Both women froze—Akane mid-snarl, Xiang mid-glare—as his presence dominated the space between them.

Akane's eyes widened. "Husband, I—"

But Tianlong's hand moved. His fingers wrapped around the base of Akane's tail—the one covering his cock—and he pulled.

"Ahhnn—!" Akane's entire body jerked, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Her tails were sensitive, connected directly to her spiritual core and nervous system. The sensation of him gripping it so firmly, so possessively, sent electricity shooting up her spine.

He removed the tail with deliberate slowness, peeling away the furry covering to reveal his cock beneath. It stood fully erect, nine inches of thick, veiny flesh glistening with Yu Xiang's saliva and his own precum. The head was swollen, angry red, throbbing with each heartbeat.

Sylvea's breath caught in her throat. Her hands flew to her mouth as she stared, unable to look away. She'd seen it before—felt it inside her when she was Sylvea—but seeing it like this, fully exposed, pulsing with raw masculine energy...

"What are you doing?!" she blurted out, her voice cracking slightly.

Tianlong ignored her completely.

His free hand moved to Yu Xiang's hair, fingers threading through the silky pink strands. He gripped tight, using her hair as a handle, and guided her face back toward his cock.

But something changed.

His shaft began to shrink. Nine inches became eight. Then seven. The girth decreased proportionally, still impressively thick but no longer the monstrous size that had stretched Sylvea to her limits.

Sylvea's eyes widened further. "How... how are you—"

She'd never seen anything like it. Size manipulation of one's own body to that degree required incredible control over physical form—something even high-level Body Cultivators struggled with.

Tianlong positioned Yu Xiang's mouth directly above his cockhead. Her violet eyes looked up at him, pupils dilating with anticipation and need. Saliva dripped from her parted lips onto his glans, making it glisten.

Then he pushed.

"Glkk—!" Yu Xiang's eyes went wide as her mouth was forced open, her jaw stretching to accommodate his girth. He didn't stop. Didn't slow down. His hand on her hair kept pushing, kept forcing her face down onto his cock.

Inch after inch disappeared past her lips. Her cheeks bulged obscenely, hollowing out as she tried to breathe through her nose. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as he reached the back of her throat.

And then he kept going.

"GLKKHHH—!" Her throat convulsed around him as he entered it, the muscles clenching and spasming as her gag reflex kicked in. But he didn't let up. His grip on her hair tightened, and he pulled her face down until her nose pressed flat against his pelvis.

Balls deep.

Completely.

Yu Xiang's eyes rolled back slightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as her throat bulged with the shape of his cock. Saliva poured from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. Her hands shot to his thighs, fingers digging into the fabric of his robes as she struggled to adjust.

"Hhhnnngggh—!" Muffled sounds escaped around his shaft, wet and obscene.

Tianlong turned his head toward Akane, his crimson-gold eyes meeting her shocked golden gaze. His expression was calm, almost gentle, despite the depravity of what he was doing.

"She's trying to help me, Akane," he said softly. "Let her."

"But husband—" Akane started, her voice trembling.

His free hand shot out and grabbed her breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh through her clothes. He squeezed hard, possessive, claiming.

"Ahhn—!" Akane's protest died in her throat, replaced by a breathy moan.

Tianlong pulled her forward and crashed his lips against hers. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, dominating, exploring, tasting every corner while his hand continued to knead her breast roughly.

And all the while, his other hand held Yu Xiang's hair like a handle.

He pulled her head back, dragging his cock out of her throat until only the tip remained in her mouth. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his shaft, stretching thin before snapping.

"Ghaaahhh—!" Xiang gasped for air, coughing, her pupils twitching as oxygen flooded back into her lungs.

Then he slammed her back down.

GLKK—GLKK—GLKK—

Up and down. Up and down. He used her face like an onahole, fucking her throat with steady, brutal rhythm. Each thrust made wet, sloppy sounds that echoed through the Pleasure Palace. Saliva flew everywhere—coating his cock, dripping onto the silk sheets, running down Xiang's chin and neck.

Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated and twitching with each thrust. Tears streamed constantly now, mixing with the drool and snot running from her nose. Her throat convulsed around him, clenching and milking his shaft reflexively.

And she loved it.

Through the tears, through the gagging, through the complete loss of control—her core was soaking wet, her thighs pressing together as arousal pooled between her legs.

Akane watched it all through half-lidded eyes, still locked in the kiss with Tianlong. His tongue dominated her mouth the same way his cock dominated Xiang's throat.

She could see everything—the way Xiang's throat bulged, the way saliva poured from her stretched lips, the way her entire body trembled with each thrust.

It should have made her angry. Jealous.

Instead, it made her pussy clench with need.

Sylvea stood frozen at the edge of the bed, both hands covering her mouth, her face bright red. Her legs trembled as she stared at the obscene display. The wet sounds. The sight of that cock disappearing over and over into the butterfly woman's throat. The complete domination.

"What the fuck..." a groggy voice muttered from behind Tianlong.

Sabrina had opened one eye. Just one. Her golden gaze took in the scene—the man using one woman's face like a fucktoy while kissing another, all while an elf watched in shock.

Her eye twitched.

"What. The. Fuck."

But she didn't move. Didn't try to stop it. Just watched with that one eye, her expression a mix of disgust and fascination, before closing it again with a grunt.

"Perverts," she muttered, already drifting back toward sleep.

GLKK—GLKK—GLKK—

Tianlong's pace increased. His cock swelled slightly inside Xiang's throat, thickening as he approached climax. Her eyes widened further, more tears spilling as her throat struggled to accommodate the increased girth.

He broke the kiss with Akane, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

"Watch her take it," he commanded, his voice rough with pleasure.

Akane's gaze dropped to Yu Xiang's face. Their eyes met—Xiang's violet and tear-filled, Akane's golden and burning with possessive heat.

And then Tianlong buried himself to the hilt one final time and held her there.

His cock pulsed.

Yu Xiang's eyes rolled back completely as her throat was flooded with hot cum, thick ropes shooting directly down into her stomach. She couldn't swallow, couldn't breathe, could only feel as he pumped load after load into her.

Her body convulsed, thighs clenching as she came untouched, her core spasming and soaking through her clothes.

When he finally released her hair, she pulled back with a wet gasp, cum and saliva pouring from her mouth and nose as she smiled before opening her mouth, revealing nothing, and said,

"See, I have swallowed all of it, honey~♡~"

Next chapter will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.