Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 244- Final Rounds to Break Them

The mother's milk ran down the stone below her chest.

Pressed flat, the weight of him driving her down with each stroke, her breasts compressed against the stone, milk squeezing out and pooling beneath her in thin white spreading warmth — her chest in the puddle of it, her stomach in it, her body leaking from multiple locations simultaneously.

The daughter could feel the milk.

Warm against her arm, against her ribs where she was pressed close to her mother — and again the specific knowledge, the specific intimacy of what her body was lying in, and again the specific bewildered response of a Yin-Devouring physique that did not know how to be appalled and aroused at the same time and was being asked to be both.

PAH PAH PAAH!

"'—AAAHN~!!! AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!!—'"

He picked the daughter up.

Off the stone, both hands at her hips — turned her over onto her back, sat her up, pulled her into his lap facing away from him, and drove his cock into her front while his fingers found her ass from below, pressing in, completing the address — both of her entrances filled simultaneously, cock in the front, fingers in the back, and the daughter's eyes rolled.

"'—AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!!—'"

Her back against his chest, both legs out in front of her, arms going nowhere, filled in both places at once with no part of her body available to manage any of it — just receiving, both locations simultaneously, the specific architecture of being completely occupied.

'Something in her lower body was going to break.' Not the way the hymen had broken — differently, the way a dam breaks, the way water decides the wall is no longer a wall, and she could feel it building from the inside toward whatever edge was coming.

PAH PAH PAH!

"'—AAAHN~!!! AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—'"

Her chest bounced with every thrust — young and firm but not immune to the force of twelve inches driving up from below, each impact sending them forward and back, forward and back, her nipples catching the cold chamber air with each swing.

He bit the back of her neck.

"'—AAAHN~!!!—'"

He spoke against the bite: "'—you're going to cum again.'"

Not a question.

"'—I... hngh... I don't... AAAHN~!!! — I can't stop—'"

"'—I know,'" he said, again, the same two words, the same tone — calm, certain, the voice of someone who had already mapped the territory.

PAH PAAH PAAH!

"'—AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!!—'"

The mother was on her knees beside them.

She had pushed herself up off the stone — both arms shaking, body still running with her own arousal and his recent impression on her internal architecture — and she was on her knees watching her daughter in his lap with amber eyes that had too many things in them to read in any order.

He looked at her.

Held out his free hand.

She took it.

He pulled her in — close, her chest against the daughter's side, her face near the daughter's face, and guided her hand to the daughter's chest, his hand over the mother's hand, pressing it there.

The daughter felt her mother's hand.

At her chest.

"'—Mama—'" Barely audible. Fractured. Her voice had almost nothing left in it.

"'—I'm here,'" the mother said, hand pressing, the amber eyes very close, and the expression on her face was the expression that lives in the specific location between grief and tenderness where there are no clean names for anything.

PAH PAH PAH PAAH!

"'—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!!—'"

The daughter came.

Full body — spine locking, legs going rigid, both hands grabbing at his thighs the same way her mother had grabbed, the same involuntary grip architecture — warm flooding over his lap, over both their legs, over the stone, and she made no sound for three full seconds because the sound was stuck somewhere between her lungs and her mouth and couldn't get out.

Then it got out.

"'—KYAAANGHHH~!!!!!!!—'"

The mother pulled the daughter's face into her chest.

Arms around her head, pressing her in, holding her there while the girl shook — and the daughter shook against her mother's chest, both hands fisted in the mother's skin, the specific shaking of a body that had given everything available and was still being asked to give more.

He drove through it.

PAH PAH PAH — through her orgasm — through the shaking — through the sound — not stopping, the same way he hadn't stopped before, the same relentless rhythm continuing past the edge because he was not interested in edges.

PAAH PAAH!

"'—AAAHNN~!!! AAAHNN~!!!—'" Muffled, into her mother's chest, the sounds coming wet and broken through the warmth pressed against her face.

He pulled the daughter off.

Laid her on the stone — barely conscious, eyes half-open and pointed at nothing, chest moving but only just, her whole body the specific lax looseness of someone who has been emptied.

He looked at the mother.

"'—on your back,'" he said.

She lay back.

No argument left. Not the argument-less compliance of before — this was different, this was a woman who had run out of the energy required for resistance and was lying down because her body was asking her to and he was asking her to and she could no longer sort out which request she was answering.

He took her legs.

Folded them up — both knees to her chest, held there by his hands at the backs of her thighs, her entire lower body opened and tilted up at him — and he found her front entrance and her back entrance at once, the specific positioning that the twelve-inch geometry made available when the angle was right.

He placed himself at the front.

She felt the head of it.

"'—please—'" Almost no voice left. "'—please I am already so full from before — please you will—'"

PAAAH!

"'—AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!!!!!—'"

Twelve inches, one stroke, full depth — her cervix receiving the head of it and her whole body going taut as a bowstring, every muscle from her core to her calves pulling tight simultaneously.

His thumb found her back entrance.

Pressing in, working it open, and she had no part of her body available to object because twelve inches of him was currently occupying her primary decision-making real estate.

PAH PAH!

"'—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—'"

His thumb replaced by two fingers.

The architecture of both simultaneously — cock in the front, fingers in the back, the mother's body filled from both directions at once, the thin shared wall between them able to feel the pressure from both sides.

"'—I can feel — both — I can feel both simultaneously — AAAHN~!!! — that is impossible — AAAHNN~!!!—'"

PAH PAH PAAH!

"'—AAAHN~!!! AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!!—'"

Her breasts fell sideways with her on her back — the dense weight of them, the near-manifestation physique carrying its warmth across her chest in both directions, nipples still weeping thin milk trails down her ribs to the stone.

He pulled out.

Repositioned — his cock finding the back entrance where his fingers had been preparing, and his fingers going to the front — and drove.

PAAH!

Different.

The specific different fullness of the back — tighter, narrower, the specific resistance of architecture that had never had this conversation before, and she felt the distinction clearly, felt exactly which entrance was receiving him now, and the sound she made reflected that distinction.

"'—KYAAANGHHH~!!! AAAHN~!!! it's different — it's different — AAAHN~!!!—'"

PAH PAH PAH!

"'—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHNN~!!!—'"

His fingers in the front, cock in the back, both locations addressed simultaneously — the mother receiving everything at once on the cold stone of the pool chamber with the pool light flickering on the water beside her and the tears running freely from her amber eyes not because of pain specifically, not anymore, but because there was so much happening in her body that the excess had to go somewhere and it was going through her eyes.

The daughter stirred.

On the stone nearby, half-conscious — brown eyes opening, focusing slowly, finding the scene beside her.

Finding her mother.

Something assembled in her expression — something not quite readable, something that required having lived through the last hour to understand — and she pushed herself toward them.

Crawling, on hands and knees, barely managing it, arms still shaking.

She arrived beside her mother.

Her mother looked at her.

Brown eyes and amber eyes.

The daughter lay down beside her mother's head.

She took her mother's face in both hands.

"'—Mama,'" she said.

Her mother's lips moved.

"'—sweetheart—'" And then, because his cock was in her back entrance and his fingers were at her front and she had no control left over anything: "'—AAAHN~!!!—'"

The daughter pressed her forehead to her mother's temple.

Stayed there.

PAH PAH PAAH!

"'—AAAHN~!!! AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!!—'"