Disaster One to Five

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tingling sensation that had spread from her lower abdomen throughout her body intensified, causing her to curl up helplessly, wrapping her arms around her knees, trying to resist the strange feeling. Her eyes swept around, finally settling on the lake in the distance...
She mustered all her strength to straighten up and crawl towards the lake, but her eyes inadvertently glanced at the dense forest beside her, and all her strength seemed to dissipate. She gasped for breath, her focus no longer able to concentrate on anything else. Her body, still burning from the struggle, was incredibly hot; she could even hear her heartbeat amplified countless times. Her body screamed incessantly. Her consciousness slowly drifted away.
One hand touched the bulge in her breasts through her clothes. The pleasure stimulated her nerves. She moaned uncontrollably.
With the fiery rhythm, her legs rubbed against each other, creating indescribable pleasure for herself. Her private parts twitched with a tingling itch, and the slippery touch made the friction even more frequent.
Suddenly, a pair of hands covered her already aroused erection, kneading it wantonly. She was startled and her consciousness suddenly cleared. In front of her was a man dressed in purple robes. She tried to push away the lecherous man while suppressing her urge to moan, but instead, she was grabbed by one arm. Feeling her trembling, he shamelessly tore open several layers of fabric and pinched the bulge through her bodice. Suddenly, she could not see anything, and her whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted.
"My beauty, am I worthy to be your antidote?" As he spoke, his large hand, which had somehow slipped inside her skirt, covered her soaked vulva, his long fingers scratching and scraping the crevice between her soft flesh through her panties. Her lower abdomen contracted sharply, the intense stimulation causing her to moan softly, more fluid seeping through her thin panties.
"Ah!" She pressed her legs together, shame and emptiness constantly eroding her willpower, "No, go away..."
"Is that so?" He chuckled softly, pulling down her soaking wet panties. His fingers probed into the overflowing thicket, easily finding the trembling, tender red bud, teasing its delicate flesh, causing more nectar to flow down its path. Two fingers, smeared with nectar, were placed in her mouth. A deep longing within her made her lick his fingers with her tongue, sucking insatiably, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
The soft, smooth touch hardened his desire. He withdrew his fingers, taking her crimson tongue into his mouth, savagely sucking the nectar from her lips. His five fingers, unwilling to give up, tore at her bodice, kneading her soft, white breasts, shaping them into various alluring forms, then continuously rubbing her sensitive bud with his fingertips.
She couldn't help but rub against him, her lower body swaying wildly.
"My beauty, can you smell that pungent odor?" He stopped all his movements, deliberately pushing her away slightly. "Your little hole is so wet!"
"Mmm...I want...ah," she pleaded, her eyelids forced open slightly.
"What do you want? Like this?" Her private parts were being sucked, and she screamed as she reached her second orgasm. Her passage tightened with pressure, fueling wave after wave of desire.
His desire intensified. Leaving her wet, tender opening, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and thrust his massive member into her still-flowing, nectar-filled vagina, rubbing but hesitating to enter.
She was so itchy, so uncomfortable! Why wouldn't he satisfy her! A storm of pleasure guided her to respond to his teasing, writhing her hips.
"Good girl, let's go home." He tidied his clothes, suppressed his desire, picked her up, and left the palace in a flash.
The next moment
, he put down the restless girl in his arms and turned to leave the room. When he returned, the scene on the bed made his blood vessels dilate, and his desire nodded fiercely—
Liu Suqing's eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her fingers stroking her flower bud through the fabric. The initial pleasure was no longer enough; she wanted more and more! Unable to resist, she removed her restraints, her fair body unfolding before him. She spread her legs, her fingers parting the wet, tender flesh, tilting her head back, enjoying the pleasure of teasing herself. Her fingertip had barely entered when it was immediately sucked in tightly, causing her to let out a wanton moan.
The crimson petals were like mature flower petals, dripping with tempting nectar, sliding down her thighs. He watched intently as she caressed herself, his finger slowly probing into her pink flower bud, being sucked in inch by inch, until finally it was fully inserted and sucked in tightly. The scene of debauchery made him gasp, and she let out a seductive moan, biting her lip. Following her instincts, she slowly inserted her fingers into her tender opening, drawing out more nectar.
"Mmm..." Tilting her head back, she felt her fingers tightly enveloped by the tender walls, each movement drawing them in tighter.
Unexpectedly, her fingertips touched the inner clitoris, causing her to tremble. Another seductive moan escaped her lips, and even more nectar flowed. Having tasted the sweetness, she began to frantically touch the clitoris. Each light touch brought a tremor and an indescribable pleasure, making her involuntarily insert another finger, playing with the sensitive clitoris.
"Ah!" The pink clitoris, unable to withstand her teasing, began to swell and harden, and the opening began to twitch incessantly, making each insertion and withdrawal even more difficult.
The sweet scent became even more cloying. With each contraction, the red petals throbbed, releasing more wetness, creating lewd sounds as her fingers moved rapidly.
"Mmm..."
A seductive moan escaped her lips, accompanied by a strong, pungent odor. Her body flushed even more, like a rose in full bloom.
With a final scream, more nectar flowed out in waves. She could no longer support herself, collapsing onto the bed, experiencing another climax.
The man who had been watching the whole thing could no longer contain his desire. Without hesitation, he stripped off his clothes, straddled her, and without any foreplay, thrust his thick, hard member into her overflowing honey pot.
Although her virginity was already quite wet, the pain of losing her virginity swept away all her pleasure. She began to push him away, tears streaming down her face.
"Be good, you'll be very happy later," he said, increasing the speed of his thrusts, continuously churning out a murky liquid mixed with blood. The sheets were soaked, and the room was filled only with obscene sounds of water and moans. He narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, his large hands vigorously wiping away the fragrant sweat from her body, leaving her delicate form soaking wet. Watching her full, snowy breasts sway and curve in a wanton way, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the sweet bud. He then lifted her up, placing her on his lap, allowing his hot iron to penetrate even deeper.
"Ah!" she cried, tilting her head back, her small hands gripping his shoulders tightly. His hands gripped her waist, lifting her high, then pressing her forcefully against his burning hot iron. Her tight, flower-like opening contracted repeatedly, enveloping him even more tightly.
"Does it feel good, baby?" he asked in a hoarse voice, gently biting her pink nipple.
"Mmm...it feels good..." she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, her long, black hair cascading down, swaying with his thrusts.
Thick, slippery fluids sprayed from his thrusts, wetting his lower abdomen, her petals still contracting, releasing the immense heat. With his final, passionate thrust, penetrating to her very core, her turbid fluid erupted amidst her scream, and they both reached the pinnacle of desire. When she awoke from the tearing pain, she was greeted by a room bathed in golden light, and found herself in the arms of a man almost a stranger to her. Extreme terror and confusion filled her mind. His caresses, his heat, brought her back to shameful memories, and her cheeks quickly flushed.
"What are you thinking about?" a deep voice sounded above her. He awoke with satisfaction, seeing the soft, fragrant body in his arms and the girl's rosy cheeks, and his dragon awakened again.
"My little beauty, you are no longer a member of the royal household. You will be my woman," he said. "As long as you serve me well, I will give you everything, even the stars in the sky, I would pluck them down for you."
"No... This must be a dream! A nightmare! I won't lose myself to you! I won't become my enemy's woman! You're not Han Junlin! You can't be!" She began to go mad, "Tell me! Tell me, please! You're not Han Junlin!"
Hearing this, Han Junlin narrowed his phoenix eyes. It seemed this woman knew those things and had been holding a grudge, which was why she was unwilling to submit to Han Jun'ao. But this little thing was so charming and adorable that he didn't even want to let her go. So, what should he do?
Chapter 3
Her name was Liu Suqing, the daughter of a princess of a fallen kingdom and the prime minister of the former dynasty.
Back then, her mother, who had endured humiliation, was forced to marry the prime minister, whose rebellion was seen by the emperor. Thirteen years of torment wore away her pride and will to live. Her father, however, became insane and tormented her mother after his schemes were foiled and he was stripped of his power. After giving birth to her, her mother left this world full of resentment.
Until her father's death, a person appeared in her life who rekindled her hope—a minister favored by the former emperor, her mentor. Her life began to be fueled by hatred, continuing into adulthood. Confined to the former prime minister's residence, she received a tremendous opportunity—a marriage bestowed by the emperor.
She was to become the thirteenth concubine of a prince, the emperor's brother. This marked the first successful step in her revenge plan—to capture Han Jun'ao's heart and then kill him.
It wasn't that her martial arts skills were insufficient, but rather that the prince's palace was heavily guarded, and the already valiant prince was not easy to deal with. Thus, she resorted to this tactic.
Last night was supposed to be their wedding night, but to dispel Han Jun'ao's suspicions and attract his attention, she planned to feign suicide before the wedding. However, after being subdued, Han Jun'ao not only drugged her with an aphrodisiac but also left her in the garden of the palace, jokingly saying that he would satisfy her if she could crawl back to the bridal chamber.
She was capable of returning to the bridal chamber, but a greater opportunity lay before her—who could ignore that corner of golden fabric?
Killing the emperor would avenge the fall of her kingdom.
She thought that soon things would proceed according to her plan, and then her mother in the underworld would rest in peace.
However, this emperor seemed difficult to control, as she hadn't seen him for over ten days since the day she lost her virginity. Could he possibly know that she harbored ulterior motives? Was this body not enough to satisfy him?
Suddenly, the window was opened without warning, and a masked man in black slipped in.
"Master!" she cried out in surprise, standing up.
The man pulled back his veil, revealing a wickedly beautiful face. "Su'er... I never imagined you'd have such ability to enter the palace like this. I've racked my brains trying to figure this out. So, what do you plan to do next?"
"I'll find a chance to kill that tyrant!" Hatred ignited in her eyes. Unaware, Dongfang Mou drew closer.
She was carried to the bed, looking at him in surprise. What was he going to do?
"Su'er, dressed like this, who are you trying to seduce?" His rough fingers caressed her face, his gaze roaming brazenly over her snow-white body hidden beneath the sheer veil. His burning gaze gradually heated her private parts and her entire body. She cried out helplessly, "Master..." "Open your legs," he commanded. "Open them a little wider, let me see your alluring little hole." His burning black eyes were fixed on the vulva encased in petals, the concealed opening gleaming. His nimble fingers began to probe through the thin petals, even teasing the tiny clitoris beneath the layers of petals with his fingertips.
"Master..." Honeyed fluid flowed along the flower's crevice, the gauze clinging tightly to her vulva, the delicate touch causing it to contract repeatedly. The warm, moist love fluid exuded an alluring fragrance, making his breathing heavy and rapid. His dark eyes were fixed on her seductive allure, his lower abdomen burning with a throbbing pain. Especially the soaked fabric clinging to her enchanting vulva, subtly outlining the pink petals, further captivated his gaze. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly; Dongfang Mou could no longer restrain himself. His large hand forcefully ripped off her soaked gauze, revealing her pink vulva without obstruction... Without the thin fabric's cover, the cool air brushed against her thighs, stimulating the sensitive petals and causing her vulva to contract slightly—
clear love fluid overflowed from her vulva with her sensitive reaction.
"So beautiful...it's so alluring, isn't it?" He was mesmerized by the seductive sight before him, his fingers tracing her soft downy hair, watching her pink vulva glisten with overflowing love juice. The
sensual fragrance filled the air, constantly tempting him. He reached out and touched the wetness with his fingertip, unable to resist licking it lightly.
"So sweet..." He licked his lips, a smile playing on his lips, watching her blushing face. His handsome eyebrows rose slightly, and he deliberately lowered his head, licking the moist, tender flesh with his tongue.
"Ah!" A strong tingling sensation between her legs caused her to involuntarily moan softly.
Chapter Four
"So fragrant, so sweet..." He licked and sucked on a piece of soft flesh, even biting it slightly with his teeth.
"Mmm..." She bit her lip lightly; his bite brought a slight pain, but also more pleasure, causing her to surge with desire.
He parted her wet labia with his fingers, looking at her clitoris inside. His powerful tongue pushed forward, squeezing her delicate, sensitive flesh. Then, he extended another finger, lubricated by her love juices, and pierced
her tight passage—"Mmm!" Her fingers were gripped tightly, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. One could imagine the intense, ecstatic sensation he would experience when his thick, long member entered.
His finger, now inside, began to move slowly, rubbing against the tender walls and teasing her flower, while his tongue tirelessly sucked on her swollen clitoris.
The slow movements made her unbearably itchy, and her juices flowed continuously, moistening his movements and releasing a rich, sensual fragrance.
"No more...it's so itchy..." The slow movements made her uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but writhe, wanting him to give her more.
Sensing her desire, he gently pushed his tongue into her passage, his fingers following suit, forcefully plunging to the deepest point—
"Ah!" His entry brought a profound and stimulating pleasure, causing her to arch her body involuntarily, her tender orifice tightening.
His fingers were gripped tightly by her vaginal walls, but he immediately inserted another finger, two fingers probing deeply into her orifice, then bending and teasing the tender flesh.
The two fingers moved upwards, occasionally rubbing her clitoris with his index finger, teasing her sensitivity and drawing out more fluid.
The overflowing love fluid was constantly sucked by his lips and tongue, making a smacking sound. His
fingers moved back and forth, constantly thrusting in and out of her orifice, stirring up more spring tides, occasionally stopping deep inside, teasing the tender flesh inside, deepening her pleasure.
"Ah... Master..." The back-and-forth thrusting of his fingers brought waves of pleasure, his wet, hot lips and tongue constantly licking the outside of her orifice, under his double assault, she couldn't help but moan wantonly.
Her already wet vulva was licked even wetter, the clear love juice mixed with his saliva, making her crotch a wet, wanton mess.
With each thrust of his fingers, a sizzling sound filled the air, the sound of her climax being stirred, interspersed with his sucking.
Pleasure built in layers.
Spasms began to ripple through her body; the tender flesh of her vulva contracted tightly, gripping his fingers even tighter, releasing even more fluid.
At this moment, she was like a wanton enchantress, so beautiful that one couldn't look away.
"No more... Master!" she pleaded, afraid of the overwhelming pleasure and the spasmodic ecstasy.
But he ignored her pleas, his long fingers suddenly bending, his tongue pushing forward, pressing against her tender vulva.
"Ah!" She could no longer bear it, a sharp cry escaping her red lips. Her tender orifice contracted violently, and abundant love juice gushed forth.
A sweet, sticky scent filled the air…
She nestled against him, wet and clinging, drowsy after the passion.
"Su'er," he whispered, "remember, you can't fall in love with Han Junlin. I don't care if you're defiled by him, but you must never become intoxicated by the gentle embrace he deliberately creates, understand?" He pointed out his concern with unwavering certainty.
"Master…" Still confused, she couldn't understand why her master had done these things to her tonight, nor did she understand what he had said.
"Su'er, after you've avenged yourself, we'll find a place where it's just the two of us, and we'll be together forever." He openly revealed his love for her, holding his beloved woman tightly in his arms, as if trying to meld her into his very being.
Chapter Five:
Waking up to find the evidence of their lovemaking gone, she wondered if yesterday's events had been nothing but a dream. Although her clothes had been changed and the sheets cleaned, the marks on her body remained—a tingling numbness lingered in her private parts.
This left her bewildered. The man she had always considered her father's mentor—why were they…
forever together…?
Those words stirred her heart. How wonderful, living such warm days…
“Master! Master!” A childish voice grew closer. It was a girl of twelve or thirteen. “Congratulations, Master! The Emperor has summoned you to his bedchamber today!”
A surge of joy exploded within her. The opportunity had arrived!
She only needed to find a way to smuggle a weapon into the Emperor's palace… Wait! She had an idea. It didn't have to be a weapon…
Her naked body was wrapped in red cotton cloth as she lay on the dragon bed, her heart pounding. She didn't know why she was so nervous; she was just constantly tense.
Soon, Han Junlin emerged from the inner palace with a smile and sat on the bed. "It's been several days since I last saw you. I've missed you so much my heart aches. Won't you comfort me, my beauty?" he said, his hand caressing her cheek.
She stubbornly turned her head away, feigning indifference.
"Why be shy, my beauty?" He knew her thoughts perfectly well, yet deliberately misunderstood. "I will cherish you very gently—" He lifted the cotton cloth, his large hand covering one of her soft, snowy breasts, "And—this…" His other hand silently rested on the entrance to her private parts.
Although her body was beginning to feel something, she still treated herself like a dead fish; once this lovemaking ended, her goal would be achieved.
Suddenly, her mouth was sealed. She was startled, as his tongue slipped inside, entwining with her smooth tongue and teasing her sweet saliva.
"Mmm—" The man's hot breath made her head gradually cloud, and she unconsciously began to play with his tongue. Han Junlin's hands, not content with their own, continued to knead her full breasts, his massive member gently pressing against her already moist and alluring vulva.
She kept making excuses for herself, convincing herself that this was just to satisfy that man's desires, to finish things quickly, and to kill him. But her body temperature kept rising rapidly, and her lower body, under his teasing, began to secrete shameful fluids.
His knees parted her legs, pressing their bodies tightly together, and the heat emanating from her body made his soft, masculine member throb with excitement. His irrepressible heat not only gently bumped against her tender thighs but also rubbed back and forth, igniting a burning desire. Noticing how wet her lower body was, she felt a wave of embarrassment, but her resisting moans were all swallowed by his kisses. Their tongues intertwined, blurring her reason and plunging her back into intense lust. He noticed the abundant wetness, his tongue lightly licking her lips as he whispered suggestively, "Beauty, you're so sensitive, you're already so wet!"
"You... umm!" Under the teasing touch of his long fingers, she couldn't even finish a sentence. "You... emperor!"
His phoenix eyes narrowed, his large hand gripping her waist. Caught off guard, he aimed his already hardened desire at her flower-like opening and thrust in. "Ah! You..." She gasped, surprised by his sudden attack. Her wetness automatically accepted his intrusion, allowing him to penetrate to the deepest point. Without giving her time to adjust, Han Junlin thrust his lower body, pumping vigorously, enjoying the pleasure of being enveloped by the tight walls of her flower.
Love fluid flowed continuously, making his thick length glisten, allowing for smoother entry and exit. His fingers were also covered in clear fluid, exuding a strong, seductive scent. With each thrust, her two full, snowy breasts swayed back and forth, their rosy nipples already erect and their color deepening, like magnificent rubies.
The tight walls of her flesh relentlessly pressed against his hard, large member, knowing she was nearing climax. He withdrew, then thrust in again with force.
"Ah—" The extreme pleasure made her moan softly, a gush of hot, thick fluid gushing from her vagina. She went limp, unable to support herself any longer.
The man behind her continued to thrust, and though exhausted, she instinctively raised her round buttocks to meet his thrusts. Her dark eyes were misty, her breath sweet as orchids, uttering soft moans like a baby's. Her nipples, flushed crimson with desire, contrasted beautifully against her snow-white skin, making her appear even more alluring.
That captivating sight made him even more restless, his thrusts becoming faster and relentless.
The rosy walls of her vagina continued to spasm, her passage still sensitive; his thrusts rapidly increased the pleasure, leaving her completely dizzy.
"No..." Biting her lower lip, she could barely bear it, and he increased the force of his thrusts, penetrating her deeply and forcefully.
Just as she was about to give in, he finally let out a low growl from behind, thrusting a few more times before quickly withdrawing his hot iron. Hot, white fluid gushed out instantly, staining her snow-white body and drawing lewd patterns.

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