Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 410 - Showing the True Power

All three queens—proud rulers just hours ago—were now servicing his cock like obedient pets.

Tianlong walked backward slowly, his cock still in their mouths, until he reached the throne. He sat down with a satisfied sigh, spreading his legs wide.

The three queens followed on their knees, never breaking contact, their mouths and tongues worshipping every inch of him.

His wives watched the display with varying reactions.

Yu Xiang smiled that predatory smile, violet eyes gleaming. "Magnificent work, darling."

Akane’s nine tails swayed with arousal. "Husband is so dominant today~"

Yuna bit her lip, her latex suit damp between her legs from watching.

Even Sylvea, the elf, was flushed, her green eyes tracking every movement.

But Sabrina...

Sabrina stood with her arms crossed, her golden tiger eyes burning with complicated emotions—disgust, anger, arousal, and something darker she refused to acknowledge.

Tianlong rested his hands on the throne’s armrests, looking every bit the demon king, with three conquered queens servicing him and his wives standing in attendance.

He looked directly at Sabrina and smirked.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Is this what you wanted me to become, Frost Wyrm Empress?"

The three queens worked in perfect coordination—tongues, lips, and suction all focused on bringing Tianlong to another climax.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

Seris’s ice-blue eyes were glazed as she bobbed her head on his tip, her painted silver lips stretched around the swollen head.

Vyrena licked along the left side of his shaft, her tongue tracing every vein, her crimson tattoos pulsing with each lick.

Helvora sucked his balls into her mouth, rolling them on her tongue, feeling how heavy and full they still were.

"Hm..." Tianlong’s grip tightened on the throne’s armrests.

His breathing deepened. His cock swelled even thicker in their mouths.

"Here it comes," he muttered.

All three queens instinctively pulled back, their faces hovering inches from his cock, mouths open, tongues out.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Thick ropes of white cum erupted from his tip like a geyser.

SPLAT!

It painted Seris’s face first—across her forehead, down her nose, into her open mouth, dripping down her chin.

SPLAT!

Vyrena’s face was next—cum coating her cheeks, splashing across her closed eyelids, matting her black hair.

SPLAT!

Helvora received the final volleys—white seed covering her lips, running down her neck onto her bruised breasts.

All three queens knelt there, faces utterly glazed with his cum, bodies covered in bruises and bite marks from hours of brutal fucking. They looked completely destroyed—like whores who’d serviced an army.

Tianlong leaned back in the throne, satisfied, his cock still semi-hard despite cumming multiple times.

His eyes swept across the hall, taking in the scene—three conquered queens at his feet, his wives standing around him, and...

"Where are the rest of their women?" he asked, his gaze settling on the swarm of black butterflies filling the hall.

Yu Xiang stepped forward, her violet eyes gleaming with that predatory light. She chuckled—a sound both beautiful and terrifying.

"Right here, darling," she said, gesturing elegantly to the thousands of butterflies.

Tianlong’s eyes narrowed as the full scope registered. Thousands. Not hundreds. Thousands of trapped souls, all watching, all waiting.

"You’re too cruel," he said, but there was admiration in his tone.

Yu Xiang tilted her head, her milky white skin almost glowing. "I saved them rather than killing them. Isn’t that merciful?"

He nodded slowly, a dark smile spreading across his face. "Fair point."

He stood, his muscular body covered in sweat and fluids, and looked out at the swarm of butterflies.

"Choose one," he said to Yu Xiang. "Bring her down."

She raised an eyebrow. "Just one?"

"I’m not going to waste time fucking thousands of catkin women one by one," Tianlong said bluntly. "Instead, I’ll demonstrate on one. Show all the others what they’ll get for surrendering to me."

Understanding flickered in Yu Xiang’s violet eyes. She smiled and extended her hand.

One butterfly—larger than the others, glowing faintly purple—separated from the swarm and floated down to her palm.

She snapped her fingers.

The butterfly vanished in a puff of dark smoke.

And a woman fell from the air.

"KYAHHH!"

She landed hard on the marble floor, her body hitting with a wet thud. She immediately scrambled backward, her eyes wide with terror.

A young woman. Maybe early twenties. Copper skin like the other catkin, but lighter—almost golden. Red hair, short and messy. Green eyes, currently dilated with fear. Her body was lean, athletic, with small but perky breasts and wide hips.

She wore a tight black latex suit—standard warrior attire—that clung to every curve.

But what drew attention was her state of arousal.

Despite the terror on her face, her nipples were visibly hard through the latex. Her breathing was rapid. Her thighs pressed together, clearly trying to hide the wetness between them.

She’d been watching. Watching her queens being destroyed. Watching the brutal domination. And her body had responded.

"N-no... please..." she whimpered, her voice trembling.

Tianlong approached slowly, his cock still semi-hard, still glistening with the three queens’ saliva and his own cum.

He stopped a few feet away and looked down at her.

"I will not force you," he said, his voice calm, almost gentle. "You can choose."

His smirk said otherwise—said that she had no real choice at all.

The young woman’s green eyes darted around desperately.

To her queens—Helvora, Seris, Vyrena—all three kneeling with cum-covered faces, bodies broken and bruised, looking at her with expressions she couldn’t read. Pity? Warning? Acceptance?

To Tianlong’s wives—Yu Xiang with her predatory violet eyes, Akane with her nine tails swaying, Yuna in her latex suit, Sylvea the elf watching with curiosity, and Sabrina standing with arms crossed, her golden tiger eyes blazing.

All of them powerful. All of them overwhelming.

And then back to him.

To Tianlong. To his muscular body. To his cock—that monstrous thing that had destroyed three Death Gate Realm cultivators.

’I’m going to die,’ she thought, trembling. ’If I refuse, they’ll kill me. If I accept...’

She looked at her queens again. They were alive. Broken, but alive.

’Surrender is survival.’

Her hand trembled as it moved to the zipper at her throat.

Zzzzip.

She slowly pulled it down, the sound echoing in the silent hall.

The latex suit peeled away from her skin, revealing her body inch by inch.

Her small breasts popped free—tight, perky, with dark nipples already stiff from arousal. Her flat stomach. Her narrow waist. Her wide hips.

And finally, her pussy.

Unlike the queens who maintained some grooming, she was natural. Untamed. A thick patch of red pubic hair covered her mound, trailing down to her wet lips.

And visible under her arms—red armpit hair, also untrimmed.

She was pure, primal, a warrior who’d never cared about such things.

The latex suit fell to the floor with a wet sound.

She stood there naked, trembling, her entire body on display for thousands of trapped observers.

’Don’t think. Don’t think. Just survive.’

She took a step forward. Then another. Her green eyes never left Tianlong’s face.

Ignoring the three queens, ignoring his wives, she walked directly to him.

When she reached him, she placed one foot on his muscular thigh, testing, then the other.

Her hand—small, trembling—reached down and grasped his cock.

"Ahh..." She gasped at the heat, the size. It was so thick her fingers couldn’t wrap around it completely.

"Turn around," Tianlong said softly. "Face your people."