Tianlong's breath came ragged as he stared at the system notification, his cock still buried in Xiang's bleeding pussy. Each throb sent weak spurts of cum deeper into her womb.
He dismissed the window and leaned down, his chest pressing against her trembling back. His lips brushed her ear. "Was it... too rough?"
"Mnnngh..." Her whimper was barely audible against the silk sheets, her face twisted in a grimace of agony, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks as her full lips quivered.
Then her eyes widened. Her spiritual sense turned inward, and despite the tearing pain between her legs, she felt something impossible.
"My cultivation... ahn... it's rising—hnngh..." Her voice cracked, punctuated by sharp gasps. "How is this—ohh..."
