Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 243 - Clapping Both of Them Hard

The daughter’s back pressed against the mother’s back — both of them on him, both of them receiving, the warmth of their backs against each other the only physical point of connection between them in this arrangement, both facing away from each other while his hands addressed both of them from different directions.

The daughter’s head fell back.

Over her mother’s shoulder, tipping backward, her chin pointing at the ceiling, throat exposed, dark hair spilling down over the mother’s collarbone.

The mother looked at her daughter’s face.

From this angle — profile, throat, the daughter’s jaw and the daughter’s open mouth and the specific expression of someone receiving something they are losing the ability to process — and something in the mother’s amber eyes was very complicated to look at directly.

He drove harder from below.

PAH PAH PAH!

"’—AAAHN~!!! AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—’" The daughter, head still back.

"’—Nngh~... aaahn~... AAAHN~!!!—’" The mother, his fingers curling against the specific location inside her.

He stood.

Just — stood, with both of them, lifting the entire arrangement off the stone, both women now suspended off the ground with his cock inside the daughter and his fingers inside the mother and both of them grabbing at each other reflexively, the daughter’s hands finding the mother’s thighs and the mother’s arms going around the daughter’s waist from behind, holding each other up with nothing else to hold.

The daughter screamed.

Not from pain — from the drop of gravity, the specific freefall quality of a girl whose only anchor was the cock inside her and who was suddenly weightless and filled simultaneously.

"’—AAAHNN~!!!!! I’ll fall — I’ll fall — AAAHN~!!!—’"

"’—I have you,’" the mother said against her daughter’s hair, both arms locked.

He walked them to the pool wall.

Stone at the mother’s back — and she hit it, her back against the cold stone, the temperature contrast arriving like a slap, and he pressed the whole arrangement into it — mother against the wall, daughter sandwiched between, his cock driving the daughter from in front now, the mother’s body the wall behind her.

He pulled his fingers from the mother. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Replaced them with his knee — pressing between the mother’s thighs, the specific upward pressure of a thigh grinding against her while he drove the daughter.

PAH PAH PAAH!

"’—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHNN~!!!—’"

The daughter’s ass clapped against his pelvis with each thrust, the sound of it sharp and wet in the enclosed space of the pool chamber, echoing off water and stone — the specific percussion of a body being used against a wall with another body behind her.

CLAP CLAP CLAP!

"’—AAAHN~!!! AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—’"

Milk ran from the mother’s nipples.

Pressed between the stone wall and the daughter’s back, her chest compressed — milk squeezing out under the pressure, running warm down her own stomach, soaking the daughter’s back where it made contact, thin white lines drawn downward by gravity.

The daughter felt it.

The warm wetness at her spine — her mother’s milk on her back, and the specific knowledge of what that was, and nothing about this moment was separate from anything else in this moment, every sensation layered on every other sensation without any space between them.

Her body began to build again.

’Not again,’ she thought, helplessly, watching it happen from inside — the specific gathering warmth of a Yin-Devouring physique cycling back toward the edge with a recovery speed that her mortal mind had no architecture for, the body simply doing what it was built to do regardless of what had already been done to it.

’Something long and enormous was moving inside her and she could feel every inch of every ridge of it and it was pressing against somewhere that made the backs of her eyes go white—’

PAH PAH PAH PAAH!

"’—AAAHN~!!! AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!! KYAAANGHHH~!!!—’"

He pulled out of the daughter.

The daughter made a sound — "’—Nnghh~...—’" — involuntary, confused, hips pressing forward looking for what had left.

He set her down.

She slid down the wall to the stone floor, back against the wall, legs open, chest heaving, thoroughly addressed and barely upright.

He turned to the mother.

She was still against the wall, knee still between her thighs, and he removed the knee and replaced it with himself — placing the head of his cock at her entrance and looking at her face.

She looked back at him.

Amber eyes. Not the waiting quality of before. Not managing it, not asking him to be careful, not forming a sentence.

Just — looking at him, at his face, at whatever lived in the expression he wore when he was about to do what he was about to do, and her lower lip pulled between her teeth.

He drove.

PAAAH!

All twelve.

In one stroke.

"’—AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!!!!!—’"

Her back arched off the wall, her whole spine bowing, and her legs went around his waist with the full locking force of a woman whose body had decided that whatever it was receiving it was not letting escape.

Her cervix.

He was against it — not just near it, ’against it,’ the specific blunt pressure of twelve inches running out of room and pressing into the furthest wall she had, and the sensation that came from that specific location was something that sent signals in every direction at once, down her thighs and up through her stomach and into the base of her throat simultaneously.

PAH PAH PAH!

"’—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHN~!!!—’"

Her breasts bounced with every drive — up and forward, the weight of them, the milk-heavy fullness of a near-manifestation physique doing what physics demanded, the impact of each stroke visible in the swing of them, nipples trailing arcs in the air.

His mouth found her neck.

Teeth at the pulse point, the same location he’d visited before, and she rolled her head sideways to give him more of it with the specific, I-know-what-you-do-there quality of a woman whose body had already learned his mouth.

"’—Aaahn~... there — there — AAAHN~!!!—’"

PAH PAH PAAH!

"’—AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!—’"

The daughter on the floor watched.

She watched her mother against the wall — watched her mother’s legs locked around the man who had taken her own virginity an hour ago, watched her mother’s face do things she recognized now in a way she hadn’t this morning, watched her mother’s hands gripping his shoulders with the specific grip of someone holding something they both want to push away and pull closer.

Something moved in her chest that she had no name for.

And below that — lower, more honest, the Yin-Devouring body reporting that watching this was doing something to it, the warmth building again at the specific location that had been torn open and was apparently already healing and apparently already interested.

She pressed her thighs together harder.

It didn’t help.

He looked at her over the mother’s shoulder.

"’—get on the stone,’" he said, between drives, to the daughter, the specific interval between thrusts that let words form. "’—face down.’"

PAH!

"’—AAAHN~!!!—’"

She got on the stone.

Face down, cheek to the cold surface, arms beside her head — and the cold of the stone against her chest and stomach was the first cold thing in the last hour, a relief and a shock simultaneously, her peaked nipples pressing against it and her breath misting against the stone in front of her mouth.

He carried the mother.

Still inside her, still driving — PAH PAH — "’—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—’" — moving them toward the daughter on the stone, the mother’s legs still around his waist, her back still against his front, and he laid the mother down on top of the daughter.

Mother on daughter, face down, their bodies stacked.

He pulled out of the mother.

Immediately placed himself at the daughter — not the front, the back, the other entrance, the one that had not yet been addressed — and the daughter felt the placement and her whole body clenched.

"’—no — no not — AAAHN~!!!—’"

Not fully.

Just enough pressure to let her know what was coming and begin the opening, the specific deliberate patience of someone who intended to finish the geometry at their own pace.

His fingers went back to the mother from behind.

Simultaneously.

Two entrances, two addresses, both women face-down stacked on top of each other, receiving different things from the same hands.

"’—AAAHN~!!!—’" The daughter.

"’—Aaahn~...—’" The mother.

PAH PAAH!

"’—AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!!—’"

He drove further into the daughter’s second entrance with every stroke, not rushing — not this, this he approached with the patience of someone who understood that rushing this category of first time produced only tearing without yield, and the Yin-Devouring physique was worth the patience.

Deeper each time.

"’—Master — it hurts — please — it’s too tight — AAAHN~!!! — please—’"

"’—I know,’" he said.

PAAH!

"’—KYAAANGHHH~!!!—’"

Half in.

He gripped both their hips — one hand at the daughter’s hip, one at the mother’s — and he began to move, alternating, pulling from the daughter to drive into the mother, withdrawing from the mother to drive back into the daughter, the rhythm switching between the two of them in the specific rotation of a man addressing two cunts with the efficiency of someone who did not believe in wasting time.

PAH — into the daughter’s ass.

"’—AAAHN~!!!—’"

PAAH — into the mother from behind.

"’—AAAHNN~!!!—’"

PAH PAH — daughter.

"’—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—’"

PAAH PAAH — mother.

"’—AAAHNN~!!! AAAHNN~!!!—’"

Both of them face down, side by side — he’d separated them while he worked — the daughter’s dark hair spread on the stone, the mother’s longer hair across her face, both their asses up and receiving, the percussive sound of his pelvis against both of them layering in the chamber air.

CLAP CLAP PAH CLAP PAH PAH CLAP!

"’—AAAHN~!!! AAAHNN~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHN~!!!—H-HAVE MER-MERCY!!’"