novelapdf Chapter 494- The Intense Changes
Chapter 494- The Intense Changes
Her hands scrambled for purchase against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his robe.
Her thighs shook violently around his hand, her hips stuttering forward as his thick fingers curled inside her, finding the tender, sensitive spot with a precision that made her vision blur.
’Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.’
The obscene, wet sounds of his fingers moving inside her body were mortifyingly loud in the intimate darkness of the bushes.
She pressed her face desperately into his chest, trying to smother the sounds escaping her own throat, her heavy boobs squashed flat against him and jiggling with every helpless, involuntary rock of her hips.
"Nngh~! H-Haaah~! Please—I can’t—something is—" The warning came too late and far too fast. Her body had been starved of genuine pleasure for so long, and the chemical amplification made the climax inevitable, crashing over her like a wave she had no hope of swimming against.
The orgasm ripped through her without mercy.
"Hnngh~!! Ahhhnn~!!"
She cried out, the sound muffled desperately against his chest as her entire body seized. Her inner walls clenched violently around his curled fingers, flooding them with a fresh rush of hot, sweet arousal.
Her thighs locked around his hand, her spine arching sharply backward, her heavy boobs pulling away from his chest as she bowed—the soft, full globes bouncing freely with the violent shudder rolling through her frame.
He let her ride it out, his fingers moving slowly through the aftershocks, drawing every single trembling pulse of pleasure from her shaking body until she was completely, absolutely limp against him, her mind a haze of confusion and lingering bliss.
"Haaah... haaah..." Her breathing was ragged and entirely ruined. Her face was flushed a deep, burning crimson, tears of genuine, overwhelmed emotion tracking silently down her cheeks. She tried once more to pull back, but her limbs felt leaden, her body still humming with the aftereffects of his hormonal influence.
Tianlong slowly withdrew his fingers. He brought his hand up, and with a slow, deliberate, entirely cold-blooded calm, he pulled the lacing of her blouse open.
"W-Wait—" she started, but her voice had lost all of its earlier conviction entirely. It came out weak, barely a breath.
He simply reached in, his large hands closing around the heavy, natural weight of her breasts as he pulled them free of the blouse. They spilled out with a soft, generous bounce—full, naturally saggy with the weight of motherhood, the dark nipples already stiff and visibly throbbing.
His hands cupped them from beneath, lifting and kneading the soft, warm flesh with a slow, deeply appreciative pressure.
"Ahhhnn—~!" A fresh moan escaped her, her hands flying up to cover her mouth in pure mortification.
He dipped his head, his lips closing directly around her left nipple. He sucked—hard, deliberately, his tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive bud with a practiced, ruthless expertise.
His hand continued kneading her right breast, the thick fingers rolling the heavy globe with firm, slow squeezes that made the pliant flesh jiggle and ripple.
All the while, the constant proximity to his body kept the chemical stimulation alive, ensuring her arousal never fully ebbed, keeping her trapped in the slow, logical spiral of surrender.
He prepared her thoroughly.
His mouth worshipped every inch of her heavy, neglected breasts, his hands explored every soft curve of her waist and hips, his fingers returned between her thighs, stroking and teasing and building the heat in her core back up to a screaming, urgent pitch.
By the time he finally straightened, her body was shaking continuously, her thighs soaking, her mind a completely blank, desperate, single-minded thing.
She had stopped pretending she could escape; the combination of his words, his touch, and the invisible hormonal tide had made resistance feel not just futile, but foolish.
Hearing his words, suddenly she flinched and said, "No, not that. What are you saying?"
But her eyes rolled back as his hand grabbed her crotch, clearly pulling her pubic hair alongside her dress.
As he held it, his other hand kneading her boob, he leaned down. Such a handsome man.
She had never seen such a handsome man leaning to suck her own nipples. She was shocked as he took a mouthful of a boob and then sucked, clearly shocking her, so her body reacted from electrocuting to clear flinching, twitching body as she cried out, her moans resonating.
’Ahhn—! Nngh~!’
Her whole body, her moans just trembling, her internal thoughts trying desperately to hold on. ’This can’t be happening... I’m a married woman... I have a husband... a child... but he’s like a walking god... so handsome, so strong... my body is betraying me...’
Her hand moved towards his shoulders for support, but his hand pinched her clit, causing her tongue to come out as her pussy gushed, clearly wetting her panty and then forming a dark patch over her dress as his finger rubbed between her puffy lips, making her tremble.
She gasped and said, "Please, stop... my husband..."
But he simply kneaded her boob, pulling away from her nipples as milk was slowly starting to leak. He groped her boob and said, "You’re leaking milk."
She cried out, "A-Ahh~! No... that’s... oh please..." before he unzipped his pant, taking out his cock—thick as a cucumber, veined and throbbing—placing it over her pussy, over the cloth.
"Do you know why I like women like you?" he murmured, his voice low and dark, laced with that irresistible cultivator aura that made her knees weak.
His hand holding his cock pushed the whole fabric, pushing within her pussy as she cried, "Wait, it hurts—!"
So her moans as the cloth itself was torn during his cock. Literally, the force as it plunged might have made her see stars, directly piercing her cervix while tearing through her clothes. Forget just anything, the force, the cock, everything just made her body jiggle up as he thrust.
"ANGHH.. IT HURTS...! It is too big!"
Her voice was pure, trembling, the voice of a woman who had never spoken a vulgar word in her life—only soft village prayers and lullabies for her child.
She had been taken on her wedding night in the most ordinary way, a quick, dutiful union to give birth, nothing like this monstrous invasion.
Now this cultivator god was stretching her beyond reason, her tight, untouched-for-years pussy forced open around his girth.