The Womb Surrenders
As I trembled through my climax, my posture collapsing entirely, Vincent pulled me down onto the bed and laid me on top of him, keeping me impaled on him all the while.
"Haaahhh! Nngh!"
Still buried in the throes of orgasm, I found myself cradled against his broad chest with his cock still buried deep inside me, exactly as he willed it.
Every muscle in my body had been contracting and relaxing on its own since moments ago, and my already depleted strength had hit rock bottom, leaving me utterly exhausted.
Lying with my back pressed against his firm muscles, I almost felt like I had something to lean on.
But he would never let me rest easy.
The pulsing between my legs grew steadily larger, and no matter how much I hated it, my pussy responded to its girth, suckling and stimulating his cock of its own accord.
"Adela, I can tell your insides are melting even softer today than usual."
I had no strength left to answer his dirty talk.
And yet my body, which by all rights should have been worn out, kept demanding his flesh, as if compelled to obey his every command.
"I'll start moving now. Relax and breathe deep."
He acted without waiting for an answer, and only then did I belatedly gasp for breath.
"Haa, haa... Vincent, wait, you're too big! Haa, nngh... ugh!"
His cock withdrew slowly, teasing me, only to slide back in with expert timing just before it escaped completely.
"Nngh... you're clenching so tight."
The stimulation was so intense I grew frightened, tried to curl away and flee—but Vincent wasn't about to let that happen.
"Don't run. Just feel it. There's nothing to be scared of. You're this wet, so you'll be fine."
He gripped my hips and the insides of my thighs, forcing my legs apart. There was a mirror on the ceiling too, and suddenly I understood exactly why there was a bed in the bathroom.
This was a bed made for sex.
Had Vincent planned for even this?
Every time his cock pulled out, it felt like my sanity left with it. And every time it thrust back in, it felt like the fact that I had become his sex slave was being hammered into me. I couldn't bear it.
My buttocks slapped and squelched against his groin as the crown of his cock pushed up against my cervix.
"Ugh! No, it can't go any deeper! Aaahh..."
It didn't stop with one knock—he kept hammering at the door over and over, and I couldn't begin to describe how unbearable it was.
The womb is an organ meant to protect a child until it has fully grown.
But Vincent's cock, as if it couldn't tolerate that, kept rubbing against it in steady, rhythmic strokes—as if it wanted to covet even the flesh inside.
"Adela, what does it feel like in there?"
"No, that's where a baby is supposed to be..."
I tried to soothe him gently. There was no need to provoke him here. If he truly wanted to violate my womb itself, I had to make him understand it was physically impossible—otherwise, disaster could strike. I meant that rape could turn into manslaughter through organ rupture.
"Vincent, it's not built so you can get in there."
An ominous energy radiated from Vincent as he kept thrusting without answering.
This was different from the demonic energy that came from channeling the Heavenly Demon Divine Art—it was the same kind of energy I'd felt back when I was cursed with demonification.
The demonic energy flowing from Vincent was thicker and more violent than anything I'd felt during my own curse, and it had merged with the demonic energy of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art he already carried.
"Vin...cent?"
When I turned my head to look into his eyes, his pupils had turned red.
"Adela... it's not allowed?"
"Vincent, what's wrong with you!?"
Startled, I struggled to escape his embrace. I struck his side with my elbow, slammed the back of my head into his jaw—nothing worked. With practiced ease, he pinned me down by driving his hips up into me.
"Let go! Aah! This isn't the time! Vincent, just now—demonic energy other than the Heavenly Demon Divine Art mixed into it! I saw it!"
"Adela just needs to keep her legs open, that's all."
This wasn't the time for this. I had to stop him, and fast. If this went on, Vincent—my child, my disciple—could die from qi deviation.
Another person's energy is not something you receive carelessly. Even between parent and child, master and disciple, even with internal cultivation arts of the same lineage, there are limits to what can be passed down. If receiving it fully caused no problems, then the Heavenly Demon Cult would have been ruled by the Soul-Devouring Great Art, not the Heavenly Demon Divine Art. And if he swallowed demonic energy of such unknown origin, backlash was inevitable. Even now, wasn't he being eroded by it—pupils reddened, coupling violently out of control?
"Now's not the time for this, Vincent! Snap out of it. Vincent!!"
I managed, with great effort, to twist my body around to face him, but he seemed to think that was irrelevant—he grabbed the hips of me, bent over atop him, and kept trying to continue.
"No! Let go of me! Ugh!? You idiot!? Aaahn!"
He forced me back into his embrace and drove his hips upward. Stimulation kept flooding into my body, its heat not yet subsided, and I barely held onto my fleeing sanity.
Not now, you idiot disciple!
But the reality was that I couldn't overpower his strength. The moment I tried to raise my physical abilities with internal energy, I awakened the docile demonic energy sleeping inside me—and the demonic energy that had taken over his body rode into my own through the point where our bodies joined, toying with my qi and blood.
Certain that my vessels would burst and agony would engulf me, I clenched my teeth.
But the pain never came. All I felt was the pleasure of our joining growing sharper and more vivid as Vincent explored my body.
...Huh?
By all expectations, I should have had to perform another reversal transfer from my disciple's body as he underwent the Seven Orifices Bleeding, consumed by demonic energy. My body, weakened past its limit, shouldn't have been able to endure it—and yet that violent energy was breathing vitality into me instead.
"What... is this?"
Vigor and warmth poured into my body. The state that had left me listless no matter how much I rested or ate came alive the instant it met that violent energy, like a fish returned to water.
So this is what dual cultivation is.
The demonic energy inside me and his energy mingled and merged into harmony. The Heavenly Demon Divine Art could do this...?
My mind drifted far away even as my senses expanded. As if it had been waiting, the crown of his cock pressed against the mouth of my womb, dragging an orgasm out of me.
"Ah... aaah! Nngh! What...! What is—aaahhn!"
"Adela, you said the womb wasn't allowed, remember?"
His voice melted my ears.
"Hnn? Nngh! Ugh... aahh!!"
Looking down at my eyes, too melted to answer, he gave his command.
"Let me inside your womb."
The tip of his cock aligned with the mouth of my womb that had been tormented for so long. Urethra and cervix met like lips meeting lips. The glans, pressed there shyly at first, began stealthily violating my womb.
"N-no! Aaah...! I said not there...!!"
I tried to twist my hips away, but he seized my pelvis and buttocks, holding me fixed. As if he'd explore my anus next if I didn't obey, his fingers slid all the way into the cleft of my rear, squeezing the flesh of my cheeks and spreading them apart to bare the flower hidden between.
The glans, which should have been soft, pried my womb open without hesitation. It felt like alarms were blaring in my brain—something that must never enter was entering.
"Ah... aaah! It's, it's going in!"
"Ngh! I love you, Adela!"
In the end, his cock violated my womb.
"It's insideee! Aah! Ughhh!"
My womb, which I'd thought couldn't endure it, was forced to adapt as the demonic energy made it repeat recovery and rupture in cycles.
"Aaahh! What are you doing to my body, you idiot disciple!"
"I told you to call me Seobang-nim!"
He snapped back at me and began pistoning in earnest. The raw pleasure he gave me burned through my already fevered brain and spinal cord.
Why... why does it feel this good...!!
It felt like all the pleasure that had been implanted in me since he stole my virginity was erupting at once. Like my entire body was being violated all at the same time. A trickle of blood ran from my nose.
I, who had been rebelling in his arms moments ago, was now moaning and mewling without realizing it—and Vincent, pleased by it, drove into me harder.
It was pleasure intense enough that I should have fainted by now, but the energy flowing between his body and mine wouldn't even let me lose consciousness. It felt like vitality was being forced into me.
"The penalty's forcing you to ovulate right now, isn't it?"
I raged at him, but he looked delighted.
"To commemorate becoming completely one, I'll make sure to come directly inside your womb and get you pregnant. Be prepared."
Trying to get as far from him as I could, I pushed against the bed with my arms to raise my upper body—and finding my swaying breasts to his liking, he lifted his head and sucked one into his mouth. His tongue tormented my nipple, arching my back and lifting my chest, and the more I arched, the harder he suckled.
Was he hoping milk would come out?
"Delicious, Adela."
"Pervert... aahn!"
His shameless act made me feel the embarrassment he should have felt, leaving me unable to answer—and he seemed pleased by that too, rolling his hips as he pounded into me with force.
And soon, he perfected a routine of selecting and stimulating the spots that brought me to climax.
"Like this—feels good here, doesn't it?"
Tears and moans spilled out of me.
"No, not there! Aah, I hate it when you do that. I'm gonna—I'm gonna come againnn!"
My head tipped back and my whole body convulsed. Saliva and tears, and along with my climax, Vincent's semen flooded my womb until it overflowed and spilled out.
There was no way I wouldn't get pregnant from this.
He kissed me in his arms, and I lost consciousness.