Chapter 487: Chapter 487 - Is this the reason for your pussy quality?

"Did you really fuck a royal mermaid?" Maxie’s voice came out low, husky, and dripping with absolute disbelief, her silver eyes still locked onto the glowing magical artifact.

Through the shimmering screen, from entirely different dimensions away, the dark, imposing figure of Tianlong simply let out a low, vibrating chuckle.

The sound alone carried a terrifying, rapacious lust that ignored the boundaries of space itself. He didn’t bother giving the broken squid a verbal answer.

His actions, the sheer, unimaginable depravity of the scene laid bare before her on the screen, were the only answer a monster like him needed to give.

Within the dimly lit confines of the deep, isolated cave, the air was unbearably thick, suffocatingly heavy with a pungent, musky stench.

It was a raw, unfiltered, deeply erotic blend of his incredibly dominant male scent, the metallic tang of fresh sweat, and the sweet, ruined juices of the two entirely broken women draped over him.

The whole room smelled exactly like him, overpowering the natural dampness of the cavern with the undeniable scent of brutal, unrelenting breeding.

Tianlong sat upon a makeshift throne of rough stone, his posture relaxed yet radiating an aura of absolute, terrifying tyranny that demanded absolute submission from anything that breathed. Seated intimately upon his lap, completely naked and utterly stripped of any remaining dignity, were the two defeated women—his newly acquired sex slave and the once-proud mercenary queen.

On his left thigh sat the sex slave, her absurdly thick, heavy boobs resting their sheer weight against his scarred chest, the plump globes flattening and jiggling with every ragged breath she took.

On his right thigh sat Laila, the hot, tight-boobed mercenary queen, whose slender, beautifully perky breasts pressed desperately against his collarbone.

Both of them were gasping for air, their chests heaving violently as they hugged him tightly, their trembling arms wrapped around his broad shoulders like drowning sailors clinging to a mast.

"Haaah... mmmf... master..." the thick-boobed slave whimpered, her drool-coated lips leaving wet, messy trails against his skin, her throat still visibly pulsing from the absolute destruction it had just endured.

His massive, terrifyingly thick cock was finally lying there, resting lazily between their overlapping, entirely naked thighs. It had already filled them to the absolute brim, completely destroying their internal walls and brutally claiming their throats. The monstrous shaft, slick with their combined fluids, remained a heavy, throbbing presence against their sensitive skin.

Squelch... drip... splatter...

Thick, heavy ropes of his boiling white seed slowly oozed out from their gaping, utterly defeated pussies. Their swollen, hyper-sensitive slits couldn’t even close properly anymore. The bruised pink flesh remained parted in a messy, wet gap, visibly twitching and fluttering with every shaky breath they took. Even though his thick rod was no longer buried inside them, their tight pussies were practically hugging him with the lingering phantom sensation, their inner walls spasming uselessly around empty air as his seed continuously leaked down their thighs to pool on the stone floor.

"So, Laila," Tianlong’s deep, rumbling voice broke the heavy, highly eroticized silence of the cave, the vibration traveling directly into their bare, sweaty skin. He lazily stroked her sweat-drenched hair, his crimson-gold eyes glinting with a sadistic, predatory amusement behind his mask. "What do you mean by a Momad are clearly not in a better state?"

Hearing that specific question, the hot, tight-boobed mercenary queen violently trembled. Her entire vulnerable body twitched in his inescapable grasp, a fresh wave of warm, salty juices leaking from her gaping pussy to splash onto his thigh.

"A-Ahhn... nggh... m-master..." Laila stuttered, her ruined throat clicking as she swallowed hard. The taste of his filthy seed still thickly coated the back of her mouth, a permanent reminder of her place.

She didn’t dare lie to him. The terrifying aura radiating from him completely crushed any remaining mental defense she had left.

"I... haaah... I mean..." Laila gasped, her nails digging weakly into his biceps as she forced the humiliating words out of her throat. "T-There was a revolt... a massive, bloody revolt that happened a few years ago. In that chaos... the Momads were slaughtered. Massacred..."

Her voice wavered, a mixture of lingering fear and the dark, twisted, sadistic pride she used to hold so dearly. "And... naturally, during the bloodshed... I-I managed to get my hands on a royal Momad. A pureblood of the highest order..."

Tianlong’s brow arched beneath his imposing mask. His large, calloused fingers trailed down from her hair, tracing the bruised, swollen flesh of her inner thigh. The casual, deeply degrading touch made her squeak, her hips involuntarily bucking against his resting cock.

"And?" he prodded, his tone dangerously soft, yet carrying an unimaginable weight.

"A-And... I sold her away!" Laila cried out, her breath ragged, her tight boobs shivering with her erratic, terrified breathing. "I sold her to the lowest slaves! To the absolute dregs of the underworld so they could use her!"

She confessed her darkest sins, her body shuddering as the words left her lips. She had deliberately stripped a royal bloodline of all dignity, auctioning off a noble, high-and-mighty woman to be violently used, broken, and defiled by filthy, common slaves just to satisfy her own twisted amusement.

Hearing that dark, utterly malicious revelation, Tianlong looked at her, his eyes glowing with a mixture of dark fascination and pure, unadulterated cruelty.

"Really?" he murmured, the single word dripping with heavy, mocking amusement.

Before Laila could whimper out another pathetic, broken confirmation, a sudden, venomous voice interrupted them.

"Hmph... you disgusting bitch."

It was the thick-boobed sex slave sitting heavily on his other thigh. Her beautifully plump, massive breasts jiggled violently as she shifted her weight, her tear-stained, cum-streaked face glaring absolute daggers at Laila.

"I was also from a good, reputed tribe!" the sex slave spat, her voice cracking with lingering trauma and sudden, burning indignation. She pointed a trembling finger at the woman beside her. "That mercenary queen is a total bitch! A ruthless, sadistic monster who ruins lives for fun!"

Hearing that sudden, incredibly bold outburst, the woman on his other lap just glared. Laila snapped her head up, her eyes flashing with the residual pride of a conqueror, even while her completely wrecked pussy was currently gaping and leaking semen like a broken fountain.

Naturally, yes, she did sell slaves. Laila had indeed deliberately targeted reputed, noble women, tearing them from their high pedestals and forcibly making them into mere objects, literal breeding toys for her wealthy, depraved clients. Now, looking back, that was all she ever cared about—who bought them, how much they suffered. She just genuinely enjoyed it, maliciously destroying the lives of innocent noble women simply because she was angry with them, crushing their pride just to feed her own ego.

badump... badump...

The heavy silence returned for a few long, agonizing minutes, broken only by the wet shhhlick of more seed dropping from their ruined cunts.

Then, Tianlong let out a long, dark chuckle.

The sound rumbled from deep within his chest, vibrating right into the soft, naked flesh of the two women pressed so helplessly against him.

He looked down at Laila, piecing the sheer, hilarious irony of the situation together in his mind. This woman, who did not even have legs a mere moment ago—who was a crippled, defeated wretch crawling in the dirt—now, that she magically had her legs back, what was she doing? She was lying here, completely naked, utterly defeated, having already been stuffed completely full with his boiling seed.

The great, cruel Mercenary Queen who sadistically sold off royal bloodlines and destroyed reputed tribes out of pure spite was now nothing more than a dripping, whimpering cum-dumpster straddling his lap, completely enslaved by the very cock that had ruined her.

"Heh..." Tianlong chuckled again, his large hand suddenly moving away from Laila and aggressively gripping the thick-boobed sex slave’s incredibly plump, soft thigh.

He pulled the slave closer, his fingers ruthlessly sliding straight up to part her swollen, messy slit.

Squelch!

"Ahhhnn~! M-Master~!" the thick-boobed slave squealed, her heavy milkers bouncing violently as she arched her back, her high-quality, totally ruined pussy clenching desperately around his intrusive fingers.

Tianlong smirked, his eyes flashing with mocking cruelness as he looked directly into Laila’s eyes, perfectly intending to crush whatever tiny fraction of pride she had left.

"So..." he drawled, his voice thick with unyielding dominance. "Is this why your pussy is of that high quality?"