Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 268- A Good Mother

The sound that left her wasn’t a scream. It was deeper than that — a guttural, full-body groan that she felt in her sternum, her jaw locking as every muscle in her lower body simultaneously seized.

The stretch was ’catastrophic’ — her pregnant pussy, already softened by hormones but completely untouched by anything of this size, forced apart centimeter by devastating centimeter as he pressed deeper, his cock parting her walls with brutal, unhurried authority.

Her belly ’lurched’ with the sensation, the round, heavy mass of it jiggling visibly as her body convulsed beneath him.

"Too—t-too big—please—AHH—it’s ’splitting’ me—!"

"Breathe," he said, almost clinically.

"I ’can’t’—ngh—Immortal, please, I’m ’begging’ you—AH—AHH—!" Each fractional inch deeper drove the breath from her body in a fresh, broken sob, her heels scrambling uselessly against the wet grass of the cave floor, her massive breasts bouncing with the trembling of her whole frame.

He bottomed out.

The sound that left her then was silence — a total, stunned, white-static silence — her eyes blown wide open and utterly empty for the span of three full heartbeats.

And then:

"’AAAAAAHHHH’—!!"

Cang pulled back and ’drove forward.’

PAH.

"NGHHH—!!"

PAH. PAH. PAH.

He found his rhythm immediately — brutal, mechanical, ’relentless’, his hips snapping forward with a precision that left absolutely no room for mercy or adjustment or anything other than sheer, overwhelming impact. Every thrust drove the breath from her in a fresh, staccato cry, her massive body lurching up the cave floor with each impact, her pregnant belly jiggling in violent, hypnotic waves — the heavy, round mass of it swaying forward and back with his pace, her breasts bouncing wildly against her chest, slapping together audibly with each forward motion.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"P-Please—AHH—please, it—nghh—it ’hurts’—!" She was crying properly now, tears cutting clean rivers through the grime on her cheeks, her hands clawing at the wet grass on either side of her head. "Please, slow ’down’—please—"

"I told you." His voice was completely even. Not even winded. "I don’t do gentle."

"Ah—AHH—Immortal—please—I’ll—I’ll do anything—AHH—just please—’slower’—"

"You’re already doing everything," he said flatly, and drove in harder.

"OOUUNGHH—!!"

His hands moved.

Both of them — finding her breasts where they bounced wildly with the rhythm, fingers closing around her heavily swollen nipples and ’pinching’ — dragging them upward with vicious force, stretching the tender flesh until the skin went taut and white at the tips, until her back arched so violently that her belly lifted off the ground and her whole upper body became a bridge of screaming sensation.

"AHH—AHHH—let ’go’—please—please, they hurt—they’re so ’sore’, please—"

He twisted.

"AAHHHHNN—!!"

She felt it in her womb. Felt it directly, horribly, through the wall of her pregnancy — a deep, reverberating shock of sensation that had no business being ’anything’ other than pain and yet her pussy ’clenched’ around him in direct response, squeezing involuntarily around the driving thickness of his cock as if trying to pull him deeper.

"There," he said, with quiet, vicious satisfaction.

"N-No — I’m not — that’s not — ’hah’ — AHH—"

PAH. PAH. PAH.

The wet cave air was saturated now — thick with the obscene, slick sounds of him moving inside her, the rhythmic collision of his hips against her thighs, the desperate, broken music of her crying that echoed off every stone surface and came back to her from all directions at once. The smell of sex and wet stone and her own arousal was overwhelming, filling every breath.

Her belly swayed.

Her breasts bounced.

Her tears ran unceasing into the wet grass beneath her head.

And deep inside her — beneath the searing stretch and the impossible fullness and the aching rawness of her violated walls — something was ’building.’

"N-No—" She recognized it before it arrived, and the recognition made her cry harder. "No, no, please — I don’t want — please don’t make me—"

"Make you what?" he asked, and the amusement was back in his voice, low and dark.

"I — ’hah’ — I — nghh — please, Immortal—"

His hand released her left breast, sliding downward across the swaying curve of her belly — ’feeling’ the life inside it with complete, possessive carelessness — before pressing flat over her mound, his thumb finding the swollen, aching nub of her clit and ’pressing down.’

"AH—AHH—NO—please—I can’t—I’ll—"

"You’ll what?"

"I’ll—I’m going to—ngh—I can’t stop it—please—’please’—"

"Say it," he said simply, driving in harder, his thumb working in slow, crushing circles against her clit.

"I’m going to—" Her voice dissolved into a sound that wasn’t language at all.

PAH. PAH. PAH—

Her body simply ’lost.’

"AAAAAAHHHHHNN—!!"

Her spine arched so violently that only her shoulders and heels remained on the ground, her massive belly lifting, her breast lurching with the force of the convulsion — and then it happened, all at once and completely beyond her control. A gush of warmth flooded out of her in a messy, uncontrollable rush — squirt and piss together, her body entirely unable to distinguish between them in the annihilating white-noise of forced orgasm, splashing down across the wet grass in a hot, helpless puddle as her pussy ’clamped’ around him with catastrophic, rhythmic force.

"Ah—!" For a fraction of a second, even Cang’s rhythm faltered.

She was ’sobbing.’ Full, ugly, heaving sobs — the kind that shook her whole body and made her belly tremble visibly, her face twisted with a cocktail of shame and overstimulation and something else entirely that she had absolutely no language for, her hands pressed flat over her own face as if she could hide inside them.

"I — I pissed — I pissed, I’m sorry — I’m so sorry—"

He didn’t stop.

"Don’t apologize," he said, low. "That’s what I wanted."

She cried harder.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

His rhythm resumed without mercy, driving through the aftershocks of her orgasm, through the hypersensitive spasming of her walls that tried to resist his continued thrusting and failed completely, through her choked, broken begging.

"I-Immortal—please—it’s too—after coming it’s too—’sensitive’—AHH—"

His hand released her hip and drove back into her hair.

He ’yanked’ — pulling her head back until her throat was a taut, exposed line and her eyes were aimed at the dripping ceiling above, tears streaming sideways across her temples and into her hair — and he brought his mouth down to the heavy swell of her other breast, where he bit again, long and hard and deliberate.

"NNGHHH—!!!"

Throb.

Throb.

His hips stuttered.

The first rope hit her insides like a brand — scorching, pressurized, ’enormous’ — and she felt every single pulse of it as his cock convulsed and emptied, painting her pregnant walls with thick, flooding heat, the sheer ’volume’ of his release pressing outward against her already-stuffed walls and forcing a fresh cry from her lips as she felt herself stretched even further from the inside.

"Ugh—" A single, rough exhale left him. His grip on her hair tightened one final, brutal time.

Her eyes rolled.

Her body arched.

Her toes curled.

And then her arms fell open at her sides — wide, surrendered, boneless — and her eyes finally, mercifully, slid shut.

’Drip. Drip. Drip.’

The cave returned to its patient, ancient silence, filled only with the sound of water and the Queen’s broken, ragged breathing.

Cang stayed buried inside her for a long moment, feeling the trembling squeeze of her walls still milking the last of him, before he finally, slowly, pulled out.

’Schlick.’

He straightened. Rolled his neck once. Looked down at her without particular urgency — at the mess of her, the heaving belly, the tear-soaked face, the thick thighs still trembling around the spreading puddle of everything her body had surrendered.

’A good mother’, he thought again.

And he almost meant it kindly until his eyes laid on golden hooks and chains lying nearby.

"Now, should we see if you are a good cumdumpster too?"