Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 405- Queen’s mouth

"Nnmmh~~!!!"

Tianlong’s tongue invaded her mouth forcefully, tasting her, dominating the kiss completely. He swept through her oral cavity, tangling with her tongue, tasting the unique flavor of a catkin woman. He held her there—one hand gripping her hair, the other cupping her jaw—for several long seconds.

Then he released her.

Helvora stumbled backward, breaking free. Her hand flew to her mouth, covering it as heat rushed to her face in a visible wave.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion.

She was flushed. Bright red spreading across her copper skin, darkening her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Her grey eyes were wide, pupils dilated. Her ears flattened completely against her skull—a sign of extreme embarrassment in catkin physiology.

She’d never—*never*—been kissed by a man before. In catkin society, women initiated everything. Women chose partners. Women controlled courtship and mating.

And this... this bastard had just... just violated her mouth.

The flush deepened as she realized what had happened. She was a queen. A ruler. Death Gate Realm cultivator. And yet she was blushing like some untouched virgin maiden.

Her expression hardened immediately, forcing the embarrassment down through sheer willpower. She glared at him with renewed fury, trying to reclaim her dignity.

Tianlong watched the entire display with obvious amusement dancing in his eyes.

"So you’re dangerous and cute at the same time," he mused aloud, tilting his head. "I might really change my mind about what to do with you."

Helvora looked confused, her grey eyes darting between him and his wives. "Change your mind?"

Akane spoke up, answering Tianlong’s earlier question.

"It was Yu Xiang who told us not to kill them," she said, gesturing to the butterflies filling the hall. "She captured all of them instead."

Tianlong turned, eyebrows raised. "Really?"

Yu Xiang nodded, her violet eyes meeting his directly. "They all looked... useful. I mean, wouldn’t it be a hassle to go to other kingdoms every single time we need to threaten or negotiate?"

She gestured elegantly to the trapped catkin, hundreds of faces watching from within their butterfly prisons.

"We can just make them strong enough and send them here and there to do our bidding. Can’t you enslave them with your abilities?"

Tianlong blinked. "Yes. Indeed I can."

A realization struck him, and he almost laughed aloud.

His wives in this Ancient Realm—Yu Xiang, Akane, Yuna, Sabrina—they were all ruthless. Calculating. Willing to use any method, no matter how dark, to achieve their goals. They brought out his demonic side, encouraged his cruelty.

Meanwhile, his wives in the lower realms were more... righteous. Heroic. They brought out his better nature, his protective instincts.

’I’ve surrounded myself with demons and angels,’ he thought, genuinely amused. ’How perfectly balanced.’

He turned back to Helvora, his expression shifting to something colder, more authoritative.

"So what do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice carrying absolute command. "Will you surrender, or should we kill all of your people right now?"

Helvora trembled. Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms hard enough to draw blood.

"You won’t..." she said through gritted teeth. "You won’t let us go free even if we surrender."

Tianlong chuckled darkly. "It doesn’t matter. That’s not the question I asked. Answer me—what is your cultivation level?"

Sabrina spoke from behind him, her golden tiger eyes gleaming. "She’s as strong as me, actually."

Tianlong’s eyes widened slightly. He turned his head. "What, really? She’s in Death Gate Realm?"

Sabrina nodded. "Third stage. Same as me."

"You know about the realm already?" Sabrina asked, curious.

He nodded. "Indeed. Though I’m getting confused with all these different power systems. I need to organize them better in my mind."

He looked back at Helvora, studying her with new appreciation. Death Gate Realm at third stage—that was genuinely impressive for this region. A powerful toy.

His hand moved to the tie of his robe pants, thumb hooking into the waistband.

"Do you surrender or not?" he asked simply.

Helvora’s jaw worked. Pride warred with survival instinct. She looked at the butterflies containing her people—hundreds of trapped souls watching this humiliation. At the two unconscious queens who’d been defeated effortlessly. At the overwhelming power standing before her.

Her shoulders sagged slightly.

"Yes," she finally spat, the word tasting like poison. "I do."

The moment the words left her mouth, Tianlong slid his pants down in one smooth motion.

His cock swung forward—nine inches of thick, veined shaft, still semi-hard and heavy—and slapped against her cheek with an audible sound.

**SMACK!**

"Ahh!" Helvora’s head jerked to the side from the unexpected impact. The hardness left a slight red mark on her copper skin where it had struck.

She held her face, eyes wide with shock, slowly turning back to look at what had just hit her.

Her grey eyes went impossibly wide.

"What... what the hell...?" she breathed, staring.

The thing hung in front of her face, level with her mouth. It was a monster. Thick. Heavy. The head was swollen and dark purple like a ripe plum. Thick veins ran along the shaft like ridges.

But it was the smell that hit her first.

Musky. Masculine. Pungent.

And it was coated.

Dried white streaks of cum from previous women crusted the shaft. Fresh, clear pre-cum leaked from the slit at the tip. The smell of other women’s pussies clung to it—a mix of copper blood, sweet nectar, and salty sweat.

It was the most obscene, filthy, dominant thing she’d ever seen up close.

Tianlong stepped forward, pressing the wet, leaking tip directly against her lips.

The heat was incredible. Helvora could feel it radiating against her mouth, could smell the overwhelming scent of sex filling her sensitive catkin nostrils.

"Suck it," he commanded simply.

Helvora’s entire body went rigid. Her ears flattened completely. Her eyes darted up to his face, seeing nothing but absolute certainty there—no room for negotiation, no possibility of refusal.

"You... you can’t be serious—"

He pushed forward.

The tip slid past her lips and into her mouth, cutting off her protest.

"Mmmph?!"

The taste exploded across her tongue—salty, musky, bitter. The texture of the dried fluids mixed with the slick pre-cum made her gag reflex trigger. Her eyes watered immediately from the foreign intrusion.

"I said suck," Tianlong repeated, his hand moving to grip her grey hair firmly, twisting the strands. "Or do you want me to change my mind about keeping your people alive?"

Helvora’s hands trembled at her sides. Her pride screamed at her to bite down, to fight, to refuse this ultimate humiliation.

But the butterflies pulsed in her peripheral vision. Hundreds of her subjects. Trapped. Helpless. Watching their queen on her knees with a filthy cock in her mouth.

Slowly, reluctantly, her lips closed around his shaft.

"Mmmngh..."

"What a woman," Tianlong sighed, his hand tightening in her hair, forcing her head closer. "Now move your head. Show me what a queen’s mouth can do."

Helvora’s grey eyes watered as she reluctantly began to move her head.

Forward. Back. Forward again.

The thick shaft slid across her tongue, the texture rough from dried fluids. Her lips stretched painfully around the girth, her jaw already aching from the intrusion.

’This is... disgusting,’ she thought, trying to maintain some semblance of mental resistance even as her mouth worked.

But then the tastes registered fully.

Salt. Musk. And... blood?Her eyes widened as she tasted copper mixed with the bitter pre-cum. Virgin blood. Multiple women. The realization hit her like a physical blow.

’He just... he just bred virgins. Multiple virgins. And now he’s making me taste their blood on his...’Her stomach churned, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

The smell was overwhelming her sensitive catkin nose. That heavy, masculine scent mixed with the sweet-sour tang of other women’s arousal. Pussy juices. Cum. Sweat. All coating his shaft, now transferring to her tongue.

"Nnngh... mmmph..."

Tianlong’s hand tightened in her hair, controlling the pace. He pushed her head forward slowly but steadily.The cockhead pressed against the back of her throat.

Helvora’s eyes went wide, panic flashing through them. She tried to pull back instinctively.

But his grip was iron.

"GLKK!"

He pushed past her resistance. The swollen head forced its way into her throat, stretching it, bulging it outward visibly from the outside.

"GLKKK!! HNNGH!!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks immediately. Her throat convulsed around the intrusion, trying to reject it. Drool pooled around her lips, dripping down her chin onto her breasts.

’Can’t... can’t breathe... too thick...’

Her hands trembled violently at her sides before finally shooting up. She grabbed his wrist—the one gripping her hair—trying to pull him away, trying to create space to breathe.

But he didn’t budge.Instead, he held her there for several long seconds, his cock buried halfway down her throat, watching as her face turned red.

Then he pulled back slowly.

"GAHH!!" Helvora gasped as soon as the shaft left her throat, sucking in desperate breaths through her nose while his cock still filled her mouth.

"Haah... Haah... Y-you..."