Lustful Dragon

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I was born a lecherous thief. From birth, my penis was the size of my calf, leading people to believe I was a reincarnation of a lecherous demon, which destined me for a life of unpredictable, lecherous adventures.

From a young age, I roamed the martial world, revealing my lecherous nature early on. At fourteen, I seduced Ling'er, a maid in the Han family mansion; at fifteen, I began frequenting brothels with Black Tiger, a minor gang leader; at sixteen, I had an affair with the gang leader's concubine; and at seventeen, I followed Butterfly Love Flower, one of the ten greatest lecherous thieves in the land (I once helped him escape the pursuit of several female warriors), learning various strange and lecherous techniques, hidden weapons, and aphrodisiacs. Thus began my life as a lecherous thief , roaming the land.

Being a lecherous thief is extremely dangerous. Besides physical attributes and exceptional intelligence, one must also possess superior martial arts skills, otherwise, it's easy to die young. I soon became a target for some female warriors and heroes. Because my martial arts were only second-rate, I nearly lost my life several times if not for my quick wit.

Once, I was pursued by several chivalrous women from the Tongxin Alliance (composed of the Jade Maiden Gang, the Red Beauty Sect, the Hundred Flowers Palace, etc.). Just when I thought I was doomed, a master appeared who would change my life and save me. He was my later master—the Flower Demon Sect Master, Ren Zong, one of the eight great masters of the Demon Sect.

Later, my master told me he had been following me for some time, believing me to be a once-in-a-millennium prodigy in the world of lust, possessing the Nine Yang Meridians and an unparalleled lustful nature, the best successor he had been searching for for many years. So I became my master's disciple.

My master took me back to the Flower Demon Sect's headquarters, Cloud Rain Peak, and began teaching me various demonic arts. Under my master's guidance, through the fleshly orifices of three master's wives and six female slaves, in less than three years, my Great Lustful Heavenly Demon Art had broken through to the sixth level. I could also skillfully use other demonic arts such as the Heavenly Demon Transformation. The Great Lustful Heavenly Demon

Art is the Flower Demon Sect's supreme martial art, one of the three great demonic arts of the Demon Sect. Its cultivation method was undoubtedly my favorite—through sexual intercourse between men and women. When my enormous clone entered my master's wife's tight, fleshy orifice, the Heavenly Essence Demonic Qi circulated automatically within our bodies through the bridge of heaven and earth at the point of intercourse. Yin and Yang interacted, and the universe circulated, forming a rotating aura that continuously absorbed the essence, qi, and energy of the surrounding space, transforming it into its own essence and power.

Aside from the sect's founder, no sect leader of the Flower Demon Sect has ever reached the highest realm of the Great Color Heavenly Demon Art—the ninth level—primarily due to limitations in their own aptitude. Back when my master was at his peak, breaking through to the seventh level, he was already among the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect. Now, I can be considered a top-tier master.

The Heavenly Demonic Transformation is a unique skill of the Flower Demon Sect. By controlling the Heavenly Demonic Qi to guide the skin, one can arbitrarily change their form, transforming into countless forms, a thousand faces in one person.

After mastering various demonic arts, I was ready to graduate. My master was nearing the end of his life. "Lang'er," he said, "now that you have achieved initial success in demonic arts, I will entrust the Flower Demon Sect to you. I have a few unfinished tasks for you to complete."

"First, avenge my master. Back then, my master was betrayed by his fellow disciples and besieged by those so-called righteous people. My Flower Demon Sect was nearly wiped out, and my disciples were scattered in all directions. My master also suffered internal injuries that were difficult to heal.

You are the one to avenge this. Here is a 'Record of Inevitable Lust,' which records the names of the wives and daughters of our enemies. I want you to seduce them all to avenge my master's long-standing hatred."

"Second, revitalize my Flower Demon Sect, gather the scattered followers, glorify our sect, and unify the demonic path." My master handed me a red precious ring and continued, "This 'Virgin Red' is the token of our sect leader. All our followers recognize it. Keep it safe."

"Third, defeat the Xuan Yin Sect and the Cihang Jingzhai."

"My darling, you've already broken through to the sixth level of the Great Lustful Demon Art. As long as you find more women with excellent aptitude and diligently cultivate, you'll definitely continue to break through. Here's a book called 'The Spectrum of Jianghu Beauty,' which records women with excellent aptitude. They are all excellent training vessels. Conquering them will greatly benefit you." "Master believes in you. You will definitely become the most outstanding sect leader of our Flower Demon Sect. You will carry forward our sect's motto of 'taking all beauties under your crotch.'"

I led my third master's wife and the four slaves, Jing, Ying, Ling, and Long, down the mountain. "Beauties, here I come! Watch how I wield my peerless lecherous stick and stir up a storm of lust."

The vast expanse of Dongting Lake stretched endlessly. I stood at the bow of the boat, facing the wind. My strong body exuded an evil power, and my lewd eyes were fixed on a small boat ahead, a wicked smile playing on my lips. A small boat glided smoothly across the lake. At the bow stood two beautiful women, their green and yellow robes fluttering in the wind, their laughter echoing softly. The scene was idyllic, yet little did they know the nightmare that was about to unfold.

I had been following them for most of the day. The woman in yellow was Yang Xiaoyan, the seventh sister of the Jade Maiden Gang, ranked eighty-sixth on the list of beauties (a ranking of three hundred beauties). The woman in green was Lan Yun, daughter of Lan Rumeng, the leader of the Red Beauty Gang, ranked sixtieth on the list of beauties. They were both members of the Tongxin Alliance (an alliance of female warriors who sought to eliminate evil in the martial arts world and protect vulnerable women, wielding considerable influence in the martial arts community). Yang Xiaoyan was one of those who had hunted me down three years ago.

"Three years ago, you almost killed me. Let's see how I deal with you this time." Imagining them begging for mercy beneath me, I couldn't help but feel smug. I said to my master's wife, "Third Sister, these two beauties are yours to deal with. Invite them to our big ship for a cup of bewitching tea."

How could these two beauties be a match for the experienced Third Sister? At this moment, Yang Xiaoyan was already lying unconscious on my bed, her jade-like body lying across the bed, her eyes tightly closed, looking delicate and lovely. Where was the coquettish and resentful look she had when she chased me back then?

I slowly looked at Yang Xiaoyan lying on the bed, from head to toe, and then from toe to head. What came into view was her sweet sleeping face, white with a rosy glow, her small cherry lips slightly upturned, captivating the heart; a section of snow-white jade neck was exposed beside her collar, adding a touch of fantasy. Her tight-fitting clothes tightly wrapped her slightly protruding breasts and slender waist, making one's blood boil. The saying "a beauty sleeping in spring is the most enchanting" was indeed true.

I felt a sudden rush of heat to my head, and without thinking, I passionately kissed Yang Xiaoyan's cherry lips. My hands roamed freely over every part of her body, embracing her slender waist and grasping her full breasts. The sweet, virginal fragrance emanating from her mouth and nose made me dizzy. My hands on Yang Xiaoyan's waist and breasts unconsciously increased their pressure.

After a while, I put down the beauty in my arms. I didn't rush to take off Yang Xiaoyan's clothes. My fingers flew across her body, pressing her "Zhongtang" and "Ruanma" acupoints, and then applying a little pink powder to her philtrum.

Not long after, with a soft moan, Yang Xiaoyan slowly woke up, only to find herself completely unable to move. A sense of foreboding rose in her heart, and when she saw the lewd man before her, his face lewdly grinning, he seemed vaguely familiar. She was terrified and forced herself to remain calm, saying, "You...you are...what do you want?" I chuckled evilly, "My beauty, you don't recognize me so quickly? The little lecher you chased after three years ago." "What do I want? Of course, I'll be your husband! Hehehe!" At the same time, my hands began to grope Yang Xiaoyan's face and waist inappropriately.

Although Yang Xiaoyan was naturally unrestrained and free-spirited, she was still a virgin and kept to herself. These few caresses, while not exactly affection, had already made Yang Xiaoyan extremely ashamed. She wished she could kill the devil in front of her with a sword, but her Zhongtang and Ruanma acupoints were controlled, rendering her martial arts skills useless. She could only shout in desperation, "If you have the guts, let me go! Let's fight to the death! What kind of hero attacks from behind!" But I didn't care at all. Instead, I lewdly said, "What's the point of being a hero? Being your husband is more practical." My unruly left hand went further between Yang Xiaoyan's legs.

Although it was through her clothes, Yang Xiaoyan, who had never been with a man before, was completely powerless to resist this sudden violation. Under the strong attack of my left hand, Yang Xiaoyan couldn't help but let out a soft cry, her whole body trembling, but her heart was filled with shame and despair.

Suddenly, I reached out and grabbed Yang Xiaoyan's chin, saying, "Want to die? Not so easy!" I dislocated her jawbone and continued, "That was just a warm-up. Later, I'll let you truly experience the feeling of ecstasy and death. Little beauty, once you've tasted the sweetness, you might not even have time to beg me!" As I spoke, my hands were busy, stripping Yang Xiaoyan bare. Yang Xiaoyan, suffering from her acupoints being sealed, truly understood the sorrow of "unable to live, unable to die."

Gazing at the naked Yang Xiaoyan, I couldn't help but gape, almost drooling and sneezing.

Her jade-like body was adorned with two firm, soft breasts. Though not enormous, they were of moderate size, making them alluring and adding to her symmetrical beauty. The two pink nipples atop her breasts were crystal clear, making one's eyes widen, wishing one could immediately climb the mountain and pluck them. Her flat abdomen was adorned with a charming, delicate navel, irresistible to the touch. Her pubic hair was so thick it seemed neither too long nor too short. Her slender, verdant legs, in both color and elasticity, were breathtakingly beautiful, enough to tempt any man to commit a crime.

The thought of this fairy-like beauty soon becoming my prey filled me with excitement, making me tremble all over. I lewdly laughed, "Now that the beauty is in my hands, I won't hold back anymore. I'll enjoy her to my heart's content! Hahaha!"

With that, I kissed Yang Xiaoyan's parted cherry lips, my tongue relentlessly searching for hers. My right hand roamed between her firm thighs and rounded buttocks, gently caressing her, occasionally tentatively slipping into the crevice between her thighs.

Faced with this all-encompassing attack from a master of seduction, Yang Xiaoyan could only close her eyes, pressing her tongue tightly against her palate, attempting to resist with the willpower honed over a decade of seclusion. Seeing Yang Xiaoyan still fighting like a trapped beast, my left hand finally joined the fray, roaming and tickling her slender waist. This struck Yang Xiaoyan like a thunderbolt; her tongue, no longer under her control, became tightly intertwined with mine. Her beautiful eyes trembled incessantly, and she hummed softly; upon closer listening, it turned out to be laughter.

Yang Xiaoyan, who was usually pampered by her master, had never been tickled before. Knowing she was ticklish, she never imagined she would one day be subjected to this torture by a man. Seeing such a response from me after merely placing my hand on Yang Xiaoyan's slender waist, I was overjoyed and began tickling her even more vigorously. My left hand worked frequently on her legs and feet, sometimes lightly scratching with my nails, sometimes gently stroking with my fingers; my right hand lingered at the base of her breasts and under her armpits, sometimes tickling the armpit hair and soft flesh, sometimes gently caressing the base of her breasts, occasionally even forcing its way up to her nipples, but never actually touching them.

Yang Xiaoyan's body went limp, her heart pounding in her chest. She desperately wanted to laugh, but could only manage a few soft moans. A wave of panic washed over her, her vision blurred, and she nearly wet herself. In this state, bound by pride, she refused to utter a sound, forced to hold her breath in a desperate struggle, occasionally letting out a soft moan or two, while secretly wishing I would kill her with my sword.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, I couldn't resist any longer. My left hand finally reached for her breast, gently kneading it, while my mouth took her left breast into my mouth, sucking and occasionally gently biting it with my teeth and licking the nipple with my tongue.

Although Yang Xiaoyan's reaction was the same as before—occasionally letting out a moan or two—she was clearly more aroused. Her face flushed, her breathing became rapid, and the two pink nipples on her white breasts became engorged and erect; anyone could tell she was aroused.

I released Yang Xiaoyan's pressure points, and as soon as I did, her head trembled uncontrollably, saliva dribbling from her wide-open mouth. Clearly, the tingling, itchy pleasure on her breasts was completely overwhelming this usually spoiled and charming female warrior.

My right hand wasn't idle either; it slid along Yang Xiaoyan's hair, down her smooth back, and down to her buttocks. Yang Xiaoyan felt my hand go past her waist, and in her terror, a hint of fear flashed in her eyes. She shook her head even more violently, a desperate groan escaping her throat.

This time, I wasn't so polite. My right middle finger slowly inserted into the secret cave hidden beneath the lush grass. The moment I inserted myself, Yang Xiaoyan's defenses crumbled completely. She shuddered, and the sound I had long awaited finally escaped her cherry lips: "Ah..." Seeing her intense reaction, her head thrashing about—the only part of her body she could move—my excitement grew. My fingers, which had been gently tapping at her entrance, pressed on, plunging deeper into her. I felt the cave was not only narrow, but my fingers, penetrating the secret passage, were tightly wrapped in warm, moist flesh. Even just inserting the tip of my middle finger felt indescribably pleasurable; if my entire penis were inside, my soul would surely soar to heaven. Without hesitation, I continued inserting my finger. This

was the first time a man had penetrated Yang Xiaoyan's entrance. Although it was only a finger joint, it filled her with unbearable grief and indignation. Yet, another feeling of fullness and satisfaction clearly traveled from her entire body to her brain. Although her resolute nature forced her to remain silent, waves of pleasure, one after another, gradually built up a force strong enough to contend with reason.

Ignoring Yang Xiaoyan's resistance, my fingers finally intertwined completely with hers. Zhou Jishi kissed Yang Xiaoyan's fragrant lips again. By this time, Yang Xiaoyan was almost powerless to resist. The torment that had lasted for more than half an hour had made it difficult for her to breathe. All the strength in her body seemed to have been drained. The only thing she could do was gasp for breath. Her soft, weak tongue was tightly entangled with my invading tongue, and she couldn't even try to escape.

My unrestrained tongue seemed to have won an overwhelming victory, licking every corner of Yang Xiaoyan's mouth without regard for others. My left hand climbed to the peak of her breasts, kneading her crystal-clear, flawless breasts. My other right hand kept thrusting and probing inside Yang Xiaoyan's secret cave. As soon as I noticed that Yang Xiaoyan was regaining her senses and trying to rebuild her defenses, I immediately gave her several deep thrusts. My thumb and forefinger pinched the pink clitoris at the entrance of her cave, which immediately made Yang Xiaoyan moan and groan incessantly.

I was incredibly patient, teasing Yang Xiaoyan for over an hour until she was on the verge of a mental breakdown, her consciousness becoming increasingly blurred. I shifted my gaze to her vulva, where her previously pale pink, tightly closed labia were now completely turned outwards. Her previously exposed clitoris was now half-covered by the foreskin, and the fluids flowing out had already soaked her entire thighs and the sheets, creating an indescribably erotic scene. Although her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes tightly closed, appearing to be trying to remain calm and resist desperately, she was clearly experiencing an orgasm.

With each finger probing, Yang Xiaoyan could feel her secret passage flowing with honey-like fluid, running down her inner thighs and groin onto the bed, the wet, squelching sounds rhythmically matching my probing.

I've been with quite a few women, but this is the first time I've seen a female warrior so skilled in martial arts and so young. I've also never seen such a flawless vulva. Gazing at Yang Xiaoyan's soaking wet vulva, I couldn't resist pressing my lips to her triangle, forcefully prying open her labia with my tongue, and thrusting it into her vagina in one go.

The warm, soft tongue felt completely different from my fingers. Yang Xiaoyan felt as if she were being pushed to the heavens, letting out a soft "Ah—" and momentarily losing consciousness.

I heard Yang Xiaoyan finally begin to moan, her seductive tone completely igniting my desire to conquer her. Her mouth made continuous sucking sounds, and her tongue arrogantly lingered inside her tight, wet vagina.

Yang Xiaoyan had never even heard of oral sex, let alone performed it before. My tongue brought her to repeated orgasms, and my fingers never left her clitoris. Her moans grew increasingly frantic and seductive.

I thought, "If this continues, and she comes first, won't it be less fun later?

" So I stripped off all my clothes, ready to mount her.

Yang Xiaoyan, having endured over an hour of torment, was already delirious from the prolonged orgasms. Suddenly, she felt me leave her body. As she regained her senses, she opened her eyes and was shocked to see my huge, steaming penis before her. The egg-shaped glans was opening and closing. Yang Xiaoyan felt both fright and shame, quickly closing her eyes and turning her head away, unable to look any longer.

I lifted Yang Xiaoyan's round buttocks and pressed my enormous penis against the entrance of her wet, secret cave. Yang Xiaoyan felt her legs being spread apart, her beautiful buttocks being lifted by both hands, and a hot, hard penis pressed against her opening—not a finger, of course. She quickly opened her eyes and saw me grinning lewdly, saying, "Heroine, since you're moaning so excitedly, you must be very happy. Then I'll respectfully comply and deflower you first!

" Terrified, she cried out, "Please, don't..." but her words were indistinct, only a few groans coming out, completely unintelligible.

I didn't care about any of that. With a thrust of my hips, I slowly "inserted" my penis into Yang Xiaoyan's virgin vagina. Yang Xiaoyan felt a wave of despair, thinking that her chastity, which she had guarded for nineteen years, was about to be lost. She almost fainted, and two streams of tears of despair streamed down her tightly closed eyes. In my eyes, she looked even more pitiful, delicate, and adorable.

Although Yang Xiaoyan, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, had never been with a man, her intense training had long since ruptured her hymen, making her skin not only incredibly smooth but also possessing an elasticity uncommon in most women. Therefore, when I penetrated Yang Xiaoyan, although I felt the narrowness of her vagina, I was able to force my large penis in thanks to the ample lubrication and the firm elasticity of her tender vaginal flesh. I felt my penis enveloped by several layers of warm, moist flesh, my testicles and penis tightly wrapped in pubic hair. Just that one thrust nearly caused me to ejaculate uncontrollably. I quickly regained my composure, determined to bring this renowned Yang Xiaoyan to multiple orgasms, leaving her breathless and panting.

At this moment, my lips pressed against Yang Xiaoyan's fragrant cheek and cherry lips for the third time. I thought that, having come this far, Yang Xiaoyan should have resigned herself to her fate. But unexpectedly, after her brief rest, although a more intense and pleasurable sensation surged through her lower body than before, Yang Xiaoyan remained composed and refused to yield. She resisted fiercely as my tongue continued to suckle inside her mouth, determined not to let it entwine with hers.

Without hesitation, I thrust deeply. Yang Xiaoyan couldn't help but moan; how could she keep her tongue pressed against her chin? It was now locked in a fierce battle with mine. Despite her desperate attempts to avoid it, she couldn't.

My left hand roamed restlessly over Yang Xiaoyan's breasts and waist, the endless kneading causing her recently softened, pale pink nipples to swell and darken again. My right hand gently caressed her neck and back, kneading and tickling her soft armpits, occasionally even slipping to her buttocks and cleft to visit her anus, leaving Yang Xiaoyan flustered and bewildered.

Faced with an experienced hand like me, Yang Xiaoyan's clarity of mind flickered like a candle in the wind. Her humming gradually turned into passionate moans: "Ah...ah...um..."

I whispered in her ear, "Miss Xie, you're already mine, so why resist? Just enjoy it!"

Yang Xiaoyan gasped for breath, about to retort, when I thrust in and out with a sudden, deep, shallow motion, causing her to cry out in pain, unable to speak.

I added, "See, isn't this comfortable?" Then I attacked her tongue again. It seemed I wouldn't stop until I conquered every hair and every inch of her skin.

Having been tormented for nearly two hours, Yang Xiaoyan was now at the final crucial point of her battle between reason and lust. Even if I didn't speak, I wouldn't last much longer. Moreover, I was now attacking her reason with a lover's hypnotic, gentle tone, shattering her will with a series of deep, shallow thrusts.

Yang Xiaoyan felt a sudden, overwhelming shock, as if all her remaining rationality had been emptied. Her body, ravaged for so long, instinctively obeyed my hypnosis. Morals, ethics, and the concepts of chastity seemed to fade away. She couldn't believe that if I were truly her lover, why would I still seal her Zhongtang acupoint? Her

fragrant tongue finally gave up resisting, actively intertwining with mine, sucking on each other as if the other's saliva were holy water.

I knew Yang Xiaoyan's will had collapsed. Even without dislocating her jaw, she wouldn't commit suicide anymore. So I reached out and reattached her jawbone, but still didn't give her a chance to breathe, immediately launching into another frenzied kiss and thrust.

The room was filled with the sounds of constant thrusting and the squelching of wetness, along with the frenzied kissing and sucking sounds of the two, and increasingly loud moans emanating from Yang Xiaoyan: "Ah...no...ah...it's coming...um...ah...oh..."

The liquid dripping from their bodies contained not only Yang Xiaoyan's nectar, but also their sweat and saliva. It soaked the sheets and flowed onto the floor, shimmering eerily in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Suddenly, Yang Xiaoyan's entire body convulsed violently and irregularly. Her head shook violently, her breasts trembled, and she cried out ecstatically, "Ah...ah...so good...I'm going to...um...I'm going to cum...ahhh...ee..."

I felt a strong spasm of flesh around my penis, as if it were squeezing me dry. An unprecedented pleasure rushed to my head, and I ejaculated all my semen deep into her vagina.

After her ultimate orgasm, Yang Xiaoyan's body went completely limp, her soft, fragrant body pressed tightly against mine. Her face was still flushed, her beautiful, closed eyes trembled, and she moaned softly, her lips curving into a smile. She was clearly still savoring the pleasure of her orgasm.

I looked down at the beauty in my arms, feeling immense pride. I never imagined that the renowned Yang Xiaoyan would ultimately be driven to ecstasy by my penetration. He didn't rush to pull out his penis, but gently kissed the white sheep in his arms. His hands were also unrestrained and light, traversing the soft, white jade-like flesh, kneading and caressing it to his heart's content. Yang Xiaoyan was feeling weak all over, and a kind of pleasure that she had never experienced since she was born spread throughout her body. She didn't feel my caresses at all. She just lay quietly and obediently in my arms, savoring this endless pleasure.

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