Free Web NovelChapter 36: 36. Complete Surrender Of Ning Xi(18+)
Inside the heavily isolated matrix of the time-dilated archive, a symphony of pure, unadulterated taboo violently echoed through the heavy, humid air.
The sovereign-grade spatial arrays completely sealed the chamber, allowing the suffocating, lustful atmosphere of primal Yin and Yang to saturate every inch of the room.
Squelch... Thwack... Sluuurp.
The relentless, pistoning movement of my monstrous, heavily veined shaft dominated the space.
With every brutal upward thrust, the sheer, terrifying girth of the weapon forced the delicate, brownish-pink folds of Ning Xi’s inner cave to stretch wide open.
The tight, unyielding flesh frantically attempted to clamp down and crush the invading mass, only to be ruthlessly battered aside by the sheer force of my Early Spirit Severing cultivation.
Slap! Squish!
The bold twin, Ning Xi, was a vision of completely broken pride.
Her long, dark, silken hair, which was usually tied in a strict, high martial ponytail, had completely come undone, clinging wildly to her sweat-drenched shoulders and back.
Her toned, athletic figure was flushed a deep, feverish crimson, her sharp, beautiful facial features entirely melted into an expression of mind-numbing ecstasy.
Every time the heavy crown of my shaft scraped against the absolute deepest depths of her newly conquered core, her body violently convulsed.
"Ahhh...! Haaah... M-Master...! It’s stretching me... ahnn!"
Ning Xi gasped openly, her breathless, high-pitched moans ringing out non-stop as the agonizing fullness continuously overwrote her rational mind.
Down below, the visual was even more overwhelmingly degenerate.
Glurk... Slop... Sluuuuurp.
Crouched directly beneath her sister’s hovering, trembling thighs was the shy twin, Ning Xuan.
While she possessed the exact same breathtaking facial structure and flawless skin as the bold sister, her hair was styled in a series of loose, intricate braids that now dragged messily across my dark silk robes.
Her delicate face was an absolute, chaotic mess of thick, pearlescent spit and dripping saliva.
She was shamelessly choking on my heavy, weighted heavenly jewels, taking the massive sacks entirely past her lips with a fanatical, suffocating devotion.
Every time I drove my hips upward to obliterate her sister’s depths, the heavy base of my shaft would ruthlessly slap against Ning Xuan’s nose and cheeks, smearing her face further with her sister’s overflowing maiden nectar.
Schlick... Plap... Squish.
The sight of the monstrous eleven-inch weapon repeatedly disappearing into her twin’s brownish-pink flesh was too much for the shy sister to bear.
The visual of total destruction had completely overloaded her senses. Unable to withstand the suffocating lust generated by my supreme aura, Ning Xuan’s trembling hand had wandered down to her own untouched foundation.
Two of her slender, saliva-slicked index fingers were ruthlessly buried inside her own gushing, moist inner cave.
As she choked and gagged on my heavy jewels, she rapidly pistoned her fingers in and out of her dripping core, perfectly matching the brutal rhythm of my thrusts above.
Squelch, schlick, slop!
"Mmph... Ngghh... Ahh...!"
Muffled, sloppy moans vibrated from Ning Xuan’s throat around my heavy flesh, harmonizing perfectly with Ning Xi’s loud, echoing screams of pleasure.
The dual sensation of the bold twin’s scalding, violently clamping inner cave gripping my shaft, combined with the shy twin’s wet, sloppy suction on my base, pushed the demonic atmosphere of the time-dilated room to its absolute zenith.
Despite the devastating power of the rhythm, my monstrous shaft was still not fully inside the bold twin’s moist cave.
Only six inches of the heavy weapon had buried itself within her virgin depths. Yet, after several moments of this intense, grinding pistoning, her tight internal walls began to remember how to respond to the terrifying shape of my Spirit Severing root, frantically molding around the massive veins.
Just as the friction reached a boiling point, I gripped her waist firmly and drew the shaft entirely out of her body.
Sluuuurp... Plop!
The sudden evacuation broke the tight seal with a heavy, wet echo.
Ning Xi’s inner, brownish-pink cave immediately clenched shut, twitching helplessly as it suddenly encountered the cold air of the archive, feeling completely empty and utterly unsatisfied.
The abrupt loss of that suffocating fullness caused her body to shiver violently.
The bold sister, completely broken and feeling so hollow without the massive anchor within her, looked up at me with tear-stained eyes. Her pride was entirely gone.
"Master... please put it in again," she whimpered, her voice trembling as she begged for the return of the stretch.
I stared down at her flushed, trembling face, a faint, dominant smirk playing on my lips. I didn’t plunge back inside.
Instead, I brought the heavy, blunt tip of my shaft down against the outer entrance of her brownish-pink cave, gently tapping and rubbing the sensitive, swollen folds without entering.
Squish, rub, squelch.
The slick friction of the wet crown teasing her entrance sent a jolt of sheer frustration through her arched body.
Her inner walls twitched and pulsed frantically, desperately begging to suck the massive girth back into her depths, but I held her hips firmly in place, keeping her completely denied.
"First tell me," I murmured, my voice vibrating with dark, heavy authority that resonated through the time-dilated room.
"From now on, you will belong to me. Your soul, your body, absolutely everything."
To further break her, my fingers trailed down, tracing the wet, throbbing outer folds, pressing just enough to make her gasp but completely refusing to give her the satisfying fullness she was starving for.
"Ahnn... Master... please...!" Ning Xi cried out, her face melting into a completely desperate, begging expression as her hips instinctively tried to thrust upward to force the weapon back inside, but my iron grip made it impossible.
Down below, the sudden pause in the rhythm allowed Ning Xuan to pull her lips back from my heavy jewels.
Plop. Sluuuurp.
A thick string of saliva connected her mouth to the wet sacks. The shy sister looked up, her bloodshot eyes landing on her bold twin’s ruined, begging face.
A twisted, deeply satisfied smile slowly crept across Ning Xuan’s saliva-coated lips. For her entire life, she was always the quiet one, the one constantly being teased, lectured, and babied by her fierce, confident older sister.
Now, the roles were entirely reversed.
"Look at you, Sister," Ning Xuan whispered softly, her voice dripping with degenerate pleasure as she reached up with a wet finger to boldly trace Ning Xi’s trembling thigh.
"You were always so proud and strict. But now, you are crying and begging Master to fill your empty cave like a shameless dog in heat. Hurry up and answer him, or Master might just let you starve."
Ning Xi could only stare down with a pitiful, teary gaze, her pride completely shattered. Seeing that deeply desperate look on her older twin’s face made a thrilling, unprecedented sense of superiority bloom within Ning Xuan’s chest.
Her wet finger finished tracing the sweat-slicked skin of her sister’s thigh. Then, making a bold move that completely defied her usually timid nature, the shy sister slowly leaned upward.
Bypassing the heavy jewels she had been nursing, Ning Xuan opened her saliva-coated mouth wide.
Right in front of her begging sister’s eyes, she captured the massive, blunt crown of my monstrous shaft that was currently teasing Ning Xi’s outer entrance.
Sluuuurp! Glop!
With a slow, agonizingly deliberate motion, Ning Xuan swallowed the thick, veiny head, taking the first few inches of the heavy weapon directly into her throat. She locked her feverish, bloodshot eyes with Ning Xi’s tearful gaze as she sucked on the rigid flesh.
It was an absolute, undeniable declaration of claim. She was blatantly stealing the very thing her sister was starving for, parading her own submission to me as a weapon against her bold twin.
Mmph... Sluuuurp...
The wet, sloppy sounds of Ning Xuan greedily devouring my shaft echoed loudly in the silent archive, leaving the bold sister completely stunned and drowning in a new, overwhelming wave of jealousy and lust.
Mmph... Sluuuurp... Slurk...
The wet, rhythmic sounds of Ning Xuan greedily devouring my shaft right at the threshold of her older twin’s entrance finally shattered the last remnants of Ning Xi’s sanity.
The visual of her timid, submissive younger sister boldly claiming the monstrous Spirit Severing root, stealing the very fullness she was actively starving for, triggered a violent explosion of raw, unadulterated jealousy within the bold twin’s broken mind.
The heavy, addictive poison of my Yang cultivation aura, combined with the agonizing emptiness of her freshly breached cave, drove her into an absolute frenzy.
Suddenly, Ning Xi lunged forward. Abandoning all martial composure, she threw her arms wildly around my neck, pulling her upper body flush against my chest. Her lips slammed violently against mine in a crazed, obsessive, and animalistic manner.
Smack! Wet... Mmph!
It wasn’t a delicate kiss. It was a desperate, chaotic assault driven by pure, unhinged possessiveness.
Her tongue darted into my mouth frantically, tasting the metallic hint of her own ruptured maiden blood and the intoxicating thickness of my aura.
She kissed me with a wild, terrifying hunger, her fingers clawing frantically at my shoulders, trying to physically anchor herself to my divine being.
For one full, agonizingly intense minute, the time-dilated archive echoed with the desperate, sloppy friction of her lips crashing into mine.
Schluck... Smush... Haaah...
When she finally pulled back, a thin, glistening thread of saliva stretched between our lips before snapping.
Her chest heaved violently, her breath scorching against my neck. Her sharp, beautiful facial features were flushed a deep, feverish crimson, her bloodshot eyes wide, unblinking, and entirely consumed by a dark, obsessive madness.
She looked straight into my eyes, her voice trembling but her tone carrying a terrifying, serious weight that mixed absolute lust with eternal devotion.
"Master, I am yours alone from today until all eternity," Ning Xi panted breathlessly, her tone deeply serious and saturated with absolute lust as her hips twitched uncontrollably against the heavy crown still trapped inside her sister’s mouth.
"My soul, my body, my cultivation, everything belongs to Master. Fill me, please, break me!"
Acknowledging her absolute, eternal surrender, a cruel, mocking smile spread across my face.
I reached down, my large fingers hooking beneath Ning Xuan’s jaw, and slowly pulled my massive, veiny shaft out of her wet, clamping throat.
Sluuuurp... Pop!
The thick trail of glistening saliva finally snapped as the heavy crown parted from her lips. Ning Xuan clicked her tongue sharply, a faint, irritated sound escaping her wet mouth.
Her dark eyes flashed with sudden, deep disappointment and an annoyed glare, highly frustrated that she was being forced to yield the supreme flesh she had just boldly claimed.
Ignoring the shy twin’s silent protest, I lifted my pelvis and adjusted the angle once more.
I brought the heavy, glistening shaft up, pressing the burning, blunt crown squarely against the waiting, brownish-pink folds of Ning Xi’s weeping inner cave.
Squish... Squelch!
The intense heat of the massive weapon making direct contact with her parched, sensitive entrance sent a violent shockwave right through the bold sister’s spine.
Her inner walls instantly convulsed, heavily weeping a fresh torrent of slick nectar as she prepared for the incoming destruction she had just begged for.
Squelch... THWACK!
Without giving her a single second to prepare, I drastically sped up my movement. In one violent, seamless motion, I drove my hips forward, plunging a full eight to nine inches of my monstrous shaft directly back into her tight, brownish-pink cave.
The sheer, sudden impact of the massive weapon violently parting her flesh and filling her deep inside stretched her internal walls to their absolute limit.
"AAAHHH...!"
Ning Xi screamed out loudly, her voice echoing through the silent archive with a mixture of intense shock and extreme, mind-numbing pleasure.
Her toned back arched so hard her body practically hovered off the dark silk robes. The agonizing emptiness she felt just seconds prior vanished in an instant, entirely replaced by the overwhelming, heavy fulfillment she had been desperately starving for.
Her newly conquered depths immediately clamped around the thick, throbbing veins, unconditionally welcoming the deep, ruthless invasion as the heavy rhythm of my pistoning finally resumed.
Squelch... Thwack... Slap!
The heavy, agonizingly slow withdrawal and brutal, lightning-fast reentry commenced once more.
I brought my large hands down, locking an iron grip firmly around Ning Xi’s modest, sweat-slicked hips. Her toned waist was perfectly shaped for absolute control.
With a ruthless, commanding rhythm, I forcefully guided her movements, pulling her hips backward to perfectly meet every single violent forward thrust of my heavily veined shaft.
Smack... Squish... Plap!
The wet friction of her completely saturated inner cave constantly gripping the eight to nine inches of my terrifying weapon created a deafening, obscene melody within the silent archive.
Every time I drove deep into her depths, Ning Xi threw her head back, her breathless, high-pitched moans harmonizing flawlessly with the relentless clapping of flesh against flesh.
She was entirely lost to the rhythm, her body helplessly yielding to the overwhelming fulfillment.
Behind me, a soft, intoxicating warmth suddenly pressed against my bare back.
Refusing to be left out of the demonic dual cultivation, Ning Xuan had crawled around the dark silk robes. Rising to her bruised knees behind my broad frame, the shy sister leaned her upper body forward.
Squish... Rub... Squeeze.
I instantly felt the distinct, soft weight of her bare, swelling breasts pressing directly against my shoulder blades.
Ning Xuan slowly began to massage her own soft flesh against my solid back, deliberately squishing and rubbing her sensitive peaks into my skin.
She was using my moving body as friction to stimulate herself, completely intoxicated by the sight and sounds of her sister being ruthlessly conquered right in front of her.
Then, a hot, wet breath brushed against the side of my neck.
Slick... Lick... Sluuuurp.
Ning Xuan’s saliva-coated tongue flicked out, tracing the outer shell of my ear before sensually swirling around the lobe.
She sucked on the sensitive cartilage, her soft, breathy pants heavily mixing with the wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth.
The dual sensation of the bold sister’s tight, scalding cave violently milking my shaft in front of me, paired with the shy sister’s degenerate, sensual worship behind me, poured a direct stream of pure, unfiltered lust straight into my mind.
