Chapter 488: Chapter 488 - Pleasure Palace Competition for his Cock

He openly looked at and loudly complimented the sex slave, his fingers teasing the swollen clit of the woman from the reputed tribe. He made absolutely sure that Laila heard every single word of his praise for the very woman she had previously looked down upon and destroyed.

Hearing his dark, incredibly degrading praise directed solely at her, the sex slave trembled violently. A fresh wave of slick, highly aroused juices flooded out from her gaping hole, utterly thrilled to be acknowledged by the terrifying monster who owned her.

"Ahhhh... y-yes, master...!" the thick-boobed slave whimpered in pure, filthy joy.

But Laila completely broke. The sheer, devastating humiliation of being compared to her own former victim—and definitively losing in the eyes of their shared master—snapped the absolute last threads of her mental defense.

"Y-You bastard...!" Laila hissed, her voice a pathetic mix of furious indignation and absolute, heartbreaking submission.

"What?" Tianlong challenged lazily, his terrifying aura flaring for just a fraction of a second, completely crushing her weak, pointless defiance in an instant.

Laila stared into those terrifying crimson-gold eyes, feeling the sheer, overwhelming weight of his presence. Her anger melted into pathetic, total compliance in the blink of an eye. She fiercely bit her bitter, trembling lips, totally unable to maintain her glare for even a second longer.

With a defeated, pitiful whimper, she completely crumbled, throwing her arms around his neck and hiding her flushed, tear-stained face deep near his thick neckline.

"Sob... mmmf... I-I’m sorry... please..." she cried softly, her hot tears soaking directly into his skin, finally accepting her permanent place as nothing more than his toy.

Tianlong simply shook his head, a dark, victorious smirk tugging at his face. Without a single shred of hesitation, both of his massive, calloused hands slid upward, plunging right under their respective boobs.

Squish... knead...

He grabbed Laila’s hot, incredibly tight boobs with his right hand, and the slave’s insanely thick, heavy milkers with his left. He squeezed them simultaneously, kneading the soft, extremely sensitive flesh with ruthless, expert precision, his thumbs mercilessly flicking over their already raw, swollen nipples.

"Kyaaaahn~!!"

"Ounghh~~!! Anghh~~ Mmmph~!!"

The sudden, deeply rough stimulation forced both women to arch violently against him, their spines snapping backward.

Their nipples hardened instantly against his rough palms, and their wet, gaping pussies spasmed uncontrollably as they let out muffled, soft moans of pure, helpless, agonizing pleasure.

They hated each other’s guts, yet they were both completely, hopelessly addicted to his touch, entirely united in their absolute degradation.

As their heavy, wildly bouncing breasts completely filled his massive hands, and their broken, thoroughly defeated whimpers echoed endlessly in the damp, semen-scented cave, Tianlong just leaned his head back against the cold stone of his throne.

’Sigh...’ he thought to himself, feeling the sheer heat of their tight, twitching slits helplessly leaking his endless seed all over his thighs, completely ruining his clothes. ’Women are too complicated.’

Both women came again without warning.

Their heads rolled back in perfect, broken unison, eyes fluttering white as violent, full-body orgasms ripped through them like lightning. Every muscle seized, then went completely numb.

Their heavy, sweat-slicked tits bounced wildly one last time before they collapsed forward, falling limp against Tianlong’s broad chest like discarded dolls.

Thick, hot nectar squirted out of their ruined pussies in messy, rhythmic pulses, splattering across his thighs and the stone beneath him.

"You both are my relief bitches," he growled, voice low and amused.

They only moaned softly, the sounds muffled against his skin. His thick fingers were already pinching their raw, swollen nipples—twisting, pulling, rolling the sensitive buds with cruel precision. The moment he snapped his fingers, sharp pain flared through their chests.

"Kyaaah—!!"

"Ahhnngh—!!"

They cried out, bodies jerking from the sting, but the snap itself tore open reality right in front of the throne. A small, glowing portal bloomed in the air, neon edges crackling with otherworldly light. On the other side stood a squad of Amazonian neon women—tall, powerfully built, skin shimmering with an inner electric glow.

They wore nothing above the waist, their heavy, firm breasts completely bare, tight nipples stiff and glistening. Tiny, scandalously short skirts clung to their wide hips, the fabric pushed upward by the sheer swell of their asses, leaving their soaked, puffy pussies on full display.

On either side of the group, Flick stepped forward first, her neon-blue hair swaying as she led the rest through.

They dropped into a perfect, synchronized bow, foreheads nearly touching the cavern floor.

Tianlong’s crimson-gold eyes narrowed. Fresh bruises, bite marks, and scratches decorated their flawless bodies—clear signs of recent combat.

"What happened to you?" he asked, voice calm but carrying that dangerous edge.

Flick lifted her head, eyes burning with lust and pride. "One contest was organized within the Pleasure Palace, Master. To decide who among us is most qualified to serve you on your bed tonight. We... fought for the honor."

Tianlong let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. "You women are just too much." He waved a lazy hand. "Here. Take both of them."

The neon Amazons nodded without hesitation. They rose, moved forward, and gently but firmly lifted the two limp, cum-drenched women from his lap.

The thick-boobed slave and Laila whimpered weakly as they were pulled away, their gaping pussies still leaking thick ropes of his seed onto the stone.

While carrying them toward the portal, every single Amazon servant glanced back over her shoulder.

Their glowing eyes locked straight onto his heavy, glistening cock—still thick, still semi-hard, resting like a conqueror against his thigh.

Tianlong simply said, "Go."

They nodded, faces flushed with shameless need. As the portal swallowed them, their voices drifted back in a chorus of filthy devotion: 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"We’ve become such cock addicts, Master..."

The portal snapped shut, leaving the cave suddenly quiet.

Tianlong sighed, leaning back against the cold throne, eyes starting to drift closed.

Before they could, a soft, wet mouth lightly engulfed the head of his cock.

His eyes snapped open.

There she was—Yona. The young, tight-bodied professor wore a skintight red latex suit that hugged every curve like liquid sin. Her crimson hair spilled over her shoulders, matching the hungry crimson of her eyes as she looked up at him. Nine inches of heavy cock already stretched her throat obscenely, the bulge visible under the glossy latex at her neck.

Tianlong stared down at her. "Not you too."

Yona smiled around his shaft, stuffed mouth making her voice come out muffled and adorable. "I’m just helping you relax, Professor’s orders~"

Saying that, her body shimmered. The red latex suit melted and reformed in a smooth, magical flow—transforming into an exquisite red-and-gold cultivation robe that clung to his skin like living silk. It wrapped around his waist and chest, becoming a regal emperor’s garment.

Where underwear should have been, her warm, wet mouth remained, gently suckling and cradling his heavy balls and thick cock, keeping them perfectly warm and snug.

The softness of her breasts spread across his torso like plush cushions, the robe’s fabric warm and pulsing with her heartbeat.

Tianlong chuckled, low and dark. He stood up slowly, the living robe shifting with him, Yona’s mouth never leaving its new home.

He slipped both hands into the pockets of the robe and started walking out of the cave, the fabric of his new "clothes" gently massaging his cock with every step.

"She is just arousing me again..." he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips as he stepped into the cool night air.