The garden pulsed with heat and wet sounds.

Lantern light danced across sweat-slicked skin and glistening chains. Chulteka hung against the thick log post like an offering, wrists locked high, ankles spread obscenely wide, her powerful cultivator body betraying her with every twitch. The thick bamboo dildo was already buried deep in her hairy cunt, ridges scraping her inner walls as the Amazonian woman gripping it twisted and thrust with merciless rhythm.

"Hnngh—! F-fuck— you savage bitches—!" Chulteka snarled, voice cracking even as her hips jerked involuntarily against the invading shaft.

The Amazonian — broad-shouldered, heavy-breasted, her own skimpy skirt riding up over a thick ass — grinned with feral delight. "Savage? This is mercy compared to what Lord would do himself. Feel how your greedy cunt sucks it in." She rammed the bamboo deeper, the wet squelch loud enough to echo. Juices sprayed around the segmented wood, dripping down onto the grass in shiny strands.

Behind her, a crimson-grey-haired catkin queen pushed a second, equally thick bamboo into Chulteka’s tight ass.

The demonic woman’s eyes bulged.

"N-no— not there— aaaahhh!!"

The dual penetration stretched her birth holes to their limits, the natural ridges of the bamboo catching and dragging along sensitive flesh with every plunge. Both women worked in alternating rhythm — one thrusting in while the other pulled back — turning her body into a shuddering, leaking instrument.

Akane moaned softly above Tianlong, her pregnant pussy clenching hard around his thick cock as she listened to those broken cries.

She was already soaked, her juices coating his shaft and balls as she rose and fell in that deliberate, loving rhythm.

’He’s throbbing,’ she thought, golden eyes narrowing with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. ’Because of her moans.’

Her swollen belly rested heavily against his torso, the child inside shifting faintly with each movement. Every time Chulteka screamed, Tianlong’s cock swelled noticeably inside her, pressing harder against the entrance to her womb.

"Mnh~... Darling..." Akane breathed, picking up her pace.

Her heavy breasts bounced under the open gown, nipples stiff and dark. Her nine tails swayed and brushed his thighs.

Tianlong’s hand rested on her round belly, thumb stroking the taut skin.

"Akane. Slow down. You’re carrying my child."

Akane tightened her inner walls around him in response — a velvet grip that made his jaw set — and pressed her lips to his ear.

"No," she whispered, voice husky and deliberate. "I want your seed. Deep. Let me feel you flood my womb while you watch that whore break."

She slammed herself down harder, her pregnant belly jiggling with the force, the heavy roundness adding pressure with every descent.

On the garden floor, the torture progressed.

Kira stepped forward, blind eyes tracking every quiver of Chulteka’s body with the uncanny accuracy she had never needed eyes for.

In her hands: iron pliers. Cold. Unforgiving.

"Your pride is loud, little demon." She seized one swollen, rope-reddened nipple between the jaws and clamped. Not enough to damage. Exactly enough to send white-hot current through three centuries of nerves that had never been touched this way.

"AAAAAHHH—!!"

Chulteka’s back arched violently against the post. The pliers pulled outward, stretching the nipple into a long, throbbing peak. Cultivation energy flickered uselessly across her skin.

Her pussy gushed around the bamboo.

Squirting in messy arcs that splattered the Amazonian’s thick thighs.

"Ha!" The Amazonian laughed, pounding faster. "Three hundred years of arrogance and all it takes is some wood in her holes and steel on her teats."

The second catkin queen clamped the other nipple.

Pulled in the opposite direction.

Both breasts stretched outward simultaneously, the rope-bindings at their bases keeping them swollen and dark while the bamboo dildos plunged in alternating counter-rhythm below.

"P-please—!" Chulteka sobbed, tears finally arriving, running freely down her flushed cheeks. Her crimson eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. "I said I’d talk — I’ll tell you about the mermaids — the inner circle — anything—"

"Too late for easy words," the catkin queen purred, twisting the pliers.

"Cum for our Lord first."

Chulteka’s next orgasm hit like a breaking dam.

Her body seized. Both bamboo shafts were gripped by the convulsion — the segmented wood scraping her inner walls as her pussy and ass clenched repeatedly, squirting in hard jets that soaked the grass and the catkin’s knees.

Her pulled nipples throbbed dark red.

Her bound breasts bounced with violent aftershocks.

Her eyes crossed and rolled upward as the wave crashed through her cultivator body with the specific devastation of sensation that has no respect for the person receiving it.

"NNNGH—! Cumming—! I’m cumming again— you fucking monsters— aaaahhhhh!!"

A long, guttural moan ripping from her throat.

Raw. Broken. Shameless.

Akane gasped at the sound.

Tianlong’s cock surged inside her, thicker and hotter than before.

"Darling—! It’s twitching so much—!"

She rode him harder, her jiggling belly slapping against him, heavy breasts swinging in his face. Sweat glistened on her golden skin. Her nine tails lashed with arousal.

"Give it to me — fill your pregnant wife while you enjoy her screams—"

The women rotated.

Fresh Amazonians taking over the bamboo dildos, pounding Chulteka’s ruined holes with relentless stamina. More slaps on her jiggling, rope-bound breasts. Fingers rubbing her overstimulated clit around the hook. Another orgasm. Then another.

Until her voice grew hoarse.

Until her squirts weakened into constant, pathetic dribbles.

Until her head hung forward and her jaw worked around sounds that were not quite words anymore.

"I’ll tell—"

A breath.

"Everything. I’ll tell everything."

Cracked. Genuine. The sound of something that has been holding a position and has finally released it.

Tianlong raised his hand.

The Amazonians slowed.

The catkin queens held their positions but withdrew the pliers.

The bamboo dildos remained — buried, present, unmoving — but the active rhythm stopped.

The garden went quiet enough to hear Chulteka’s ragged breathing and the soft wet sounds of Akane still moving above him.

"This—" Chulteka started.

Her head came up.

Pride still in the set of her jaw.

The ruins of it visible in everything else.

"This is the First Continent."

The garden listened.

"The ancient realm — the void realm — it has layers. What you call your world, what those women call their continent, their inner circles and their outer reaches—" she breathed, "it’s a discarded piece. Thrown outside the void by the Founder."

Her eyes — still carrying cultivation intelligence even through the mess of her current state — found Tianlong’s face.

"The one who built this realm. The first architect. He threw this continent outward, away from the null point, away from the core. Like clearing a table."

A pause.

"We come here sometimes. From the true continents inward. To conquer."

Her mouth twisted.

"When we bother."

The elf’s hand tightened in Tianlong’s.

He didn’t look away from Chulteka.

"Most don’t bother past the third inner circle," she continued, her voice finding a steadier register now that talking had replaced screaming. "The power gap is — significant. What lives at the outer rings of your world is weak enough that the crossing isn’t worth the toll. We pass through, we take what we want, we return."

The bamboo shifted inside her involuntarily as she spoke — the natural consequence of her breathing, of her body still processing three consecutive orgasms — and she flinched.

Kept talking.

"I was not here to conquer."