Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 425- Love to Elf

Tianlong ruffled his hair with one hand, looking down at his cock—still rock-hard, glistening with blood and anal fluids, jutting out proudly.

He’d literally fucked a woman unconscious and felt... what? Mild satisfaction? No real thrill.

’The system’s warning was right,’ he thought. ’I’m too strong for these conquests to matter anymore.’

His crimson-gold eyes swept the room and landed on Sylvea.

The green-haired elf stood near the doorway, her ethereal beauty a stark contrast to the crude scene. Her pointed ears twitched slightly, her emerald eyes watching him with that ancient, knowing gaze that only elves possessed.

Unlike the others, Sylvea was fully dressed—a simple but elegant green dress that hugged her slender curves.

"Sylvea," Tianlong called. "Come here."

A smile played at the elf’s lips. That subtle, mysterious smile that suggested she knew something others didn’t.

"Yes, darling?" she purred, her voice carrying that musical quality unique to her race.

She walked toward him with fluid grace, her hips swaying, her small but perky breasts shifting beneath the dress.

When she reached him, she didn’t wait for instruction.

Her hands moved to her panties—delicate silk things—and slid them down her long, pale legs. She stepped out of them gracefully, leaving them pooled on the floor.

Then she turned around, facing away from him.

Her hands reached back and gripped her own ass cheeks—small, firm, pale as moonlight—and spread them.

Revealing her asshole.

Pink. Tight. Puckered. Unlike Mira’s destroyed hole, Sylvea’s was pristine, barely used despite being one of his wives.

"Like this, husband?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder with that knowing smile.

Without waiting for confirmation, she descended.

Like a frog squatting, her knees bent, her body lowered, her ass descending toward his cock.

The head of his cock—still slick with Mira’s blood and fluids—pressed against her virgin-tight asshole.

"Mmm..." Sylvea hummed, feeling the pressure.

She reached down with one hand and positioned him perfectly, then continued lowering.

POP.

The head pushed through her tight ring.

"Ahhn..." A soft, controlled moan. Not screaming like Mira. Elves had different pain tolerances.

She kept descending, taking him inch by inch into her ass with practiced control.

Her other hand moved to the front of her dress and pulled it up, exposing her breasts.

They weren’t massive like the Amazonian women’s or even substantial like Mira’s. But they were perfectly shaped—small handfuls with long, thick nipples that jutted out prominently.

Elf nipples were always sensitive, always erect.

Sylvea groped her own breast, pinching that thick nipple, pulling it, as she continued impaling herself on his cock.

Six inches. Seven. Eight. Nine.

Fully seated.

Her pale ass rested on his thighs, his entire shaft buried in her asshole.

"Hahhh..." She exhaled slowly, her body adjusting. "I missed you, darling."

Her voice was steady despite being anally impaled. Elves were something else.

Tianlong chuckled, his hands moving to her slender waist.

"I missed you too," he admitted.

And he meant it. Sylvea was different from his other wives. Calmer. More controlled. Ancient in a way that made even him feel young.

Then he clicked his tongue and bit down on the nipple she was offering.

CHOMP.

"AHHN!" Her control broke for a moment, her musical voice cracking into a genuine moan.

At the same time, he gripped her hips and slammed her down.

SMACK!

All nine inches punching deep into her bowels in one brutal motion.

"NGHHHH!!!" Sylvea’s eyes widened, her head tilting back, her green hair cascading like a waterfall.

Her ass was impossibly tight—tighter than Mira’s had been even at the start. Elf biology was different, their bodies denser, more resilient.

"Now," Tianlong growled against her breast, "service your husband properly."

"Yes, darling," Sylvea breathed, and began to move.

Sylvea began to move.

Her pale thighs flexed as she lifted herself up on his cock, her anal walls clinging desperately to his shaft. Then she dropped back down.

SQUELCH.

"Mmnh..." A soft, controlled moan escaped her lips.

Not screaming. Not wailing. Just quiet, breathy sounds that somehow carried more eroticism than Mira’s broken cries.

BOUNCE. BOUNCE. BOUNCE.

She established a rhythm—slow, deliberate, her slender body rising and falling on his nine-inch cock. Her small breasts jiggled with each impact, those long thick nipples swaying hypnotically.

The dress bunched around her waist provided a strange contrast—elegant fabric framing the crude act of anal impalement.

Sabrina, still leaning against the wall with arms crossed, watched this scene with those predatory golden tiger eyes. Her tail lashed behind her with obvious agitation.

"Do you have any plans," Sabrina asked, her voice dripping with disdain, "except fucking women?"

Her question hung in the air as Sylvea continued bouncing, the wet sounds of anal sex providing an obscene soundtrack.

Tianlong’s teeth were still clamped on Sylvea’s nipple, sucking, biting gently. He pulled back slowly, stretching that thick pink bud between his teeth.

STRETCH.

Sylvea’s head lolled back, her emerald eyes glazing over. Tears formed at the corners—not from sadness, but from the intense sensation of having her sensitive nipple tortured while her ass was being destroyed.

"Hahh... ahh..." Her moans were barely audible, muffled behind the hand she’d raised to cover her mouth.

She was trying to stay quiet so her husband could have a conversation, even while being used as a living onahole.

Tianlong released her nipple with a wet *pop* and grabbed her slender waist with both hands.

LIFT. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He raised her effortlessly, her body light as a feather compared to his strength. Her ass lifted off his cock—six inches, seven, eight—until only the tip remained inside.

Then he dropped her.

SLAM!

"MMPH!!!" Sylvea’s muffled cry vibrated behind her hand as all nine inches punched back into her bowels.

He didn’t stop. Just kept lifting and dropping her like a toy, using her body while talking to Sabrina as casually as if discussing the weather.

LIFT-SLAM. LIFT-SLAM. LIFT-SLAM.

"Plans?" Tianlong finally responded to Sabrina’s question, his voice completely steady. "I don’t see much future except this, honestly."

SLAM.

"Mmnh!" Sylvea whimpered.

"I’m hoarding power," he continued. "Getting stronger. Fucking hot bitches. That’s pretty much it."

Sabrina clicked her tongue. "Tch. How strong do you actually want to be?"

She pushed off the wall and walked closer, studying him with those analytical predator eyes.

"I can feel it," she said, her voice carrying something between respect and annoyance. "You’re already as strong as me physically. Maybe stronger."

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

Tianlong kept using Sylvea without breaking eye contact with Sabrina.

"If I removed magic from the equation," Sabrina continued, "and that weird Qi bullshit you use... pure physical strength? You’re on par with me now. Maybe beyond."

She shook her head, her tiger ears flattening slightly.

"You’re a monster. A fucking monster sitting in a hallway using a woman like a cock sleeve with that... that thing..."

Her eyes flicked down to where his cock disappeared into Sylvea’s ass, then quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly despite her attempt to remain composed.

"It’s strange," she muttered, almost to herself.

Tianlong smirked. "I’ll just move toward the center," he said simply. "Keep pounding hot bitches along the way."

His crude words made Sabrina ruffle her hair in frustration.

"You need the Merchant Queen’s approval," she said, trying to get back to practical matters. "Seraphina. If you want to move freely in the Fifth Circle and access the Fourth, you need her permission. And then there are others who—"

She stopped mid-sentence.

Because Tianlong had gripped Sylvea’s hips harder and was now slamming her down with brutal force.

SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!

"AHHN! AHHH! MMPH!" Sylvea’s hand couldn’t fully muffle her cries anymore.

Her slender body was being used violently now, bouncing like a ragdoll, her small breasts jiggling wildly, her green hair whipping around.

And then Tianlong came.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Thick cum erupted from his cock, flooding Sylvea’s anal cavity. Her belly distended slightly as the volume filled her.

"MMMMMPH!!!" Her eyes rolled back completely, showing only whites.

Cum leaked around the seal of her stretched asshole, dripping down his shaft, pooling at the base. White foam formed where their bodies met—a mixture of his seed, her fluids, and the constant friction.

The obscene sight made Sabrina’s tail bristle.

"Wait," Sabrina said, her voice sharp. "What are you gaining by helping me?"

Tianlong looked at her, Sylvea still impaled on his cock, her body twitching with aftershocks, tears streaming down her face from the intensity.

He chuckled—a dark, amused sound.

"Women," he said simply. "I’m gaining strong women."

Then he turned Sylvea’s limp body slightly so Sabrina could see the full obscenity—the stretched asshole, the leaking cum, the foam, the way Sylvea’s eyes were rolled back.

"And also," he added with a predatory smirk, "I’m waiting for the day when you crawl to me and bounce on my cock like a slut."

His hand moved and SLAPPED Sylvea’s ass.

SMACK!

"AHHH!" Sylvea cried out, her control completely shattered.

Before she could process the pain, Tianlong captured her lips in a deep kiss.

SMOOCH.

His tongue invaded her mouth, dominating her, swallowing her moans. Saliva and traces of his cum from earlier leaked from the corners of their joined mouths, dripping down her chin.

"Mmph... mmmh... nnngh..." She melted into the kiss, her body going soft.

"Showing off that thick ass like her," Tianlong continued against Sylvea’s lips, loud enough for Sabrina to hear.

Sabrina’s face flushed red—not from arousal, but from pure rage.

"You arrogant—" she started to curse, but the words died in her throat.

Because she could see it in his eyes. The absolute certainty that eventually, he would have her too. It wasn’t a hope or a wish. It was inevitability to him.

"Fuck you," she spat instead, turning on her heel and storming toward the door.

"I’ll wait," Tianlong called after her, still kissing Sylvea. "Take your time."

The door slammed behind Sabrina.

Silence fell over the small house, broken only by the wet sounds of kissing and the soft creaking of the wooden chair.

Outside, through the small window, the sun was setting. Orange and purple hues painted the sky as night began to fall over the panther territory.

Tianlong broke the kiss slowly, strings of saliva connecting their lips.

"Darling..." Sylvea breathed, her emerald eyes hazy but focusing on him with genuine affection.

Unlike the others—the conquered, the broken, the addicted—Sylvea was his wife. Chosen. Willing. Ancient and wise enough to understand what she’d signed up for.

"You handled that well," Tianlong murmured, his hands gentling on her waist.

"I try," she said with a weak smile.

He shifted slightly, his cock still buried in her ass, and began to move again.

But different now.

Slow. Gentle. Not the brutal pounding from before.

Lift... lower... lift... lower...

His hands guided her up and down in a tender rhythm. His lips found hers again, kissing softly, romantically.

"I love you," he whispered against her mouth.

"I love you too," Sylvea whispered back.

And as night fell completely, painting the small house in shadows and moonlight, Tianlong made love to his elf wife.

Not fucking. Not breeding. Not conquering.

Just... love.

Her body rising and falling slowly on his cock, their lips locked, his hands caressing rather than gripping, her soft moans mixing with his quiet groans.

Cum and saliva dripped between them, making obscene sounds, but somehow it felt tender rather than crude.

The foam at the base of his cock glistened in the moonlight filtering through the window.

Sylvea’s tears—now from overwhelming emotion rather than pain—streaked down her pale cheeks.

"You’re mine," Tianlong murmured between kisses.

"Always," Sylvea agreed.

SQUELCH... squelch... squelch...