Dominator Tentacles and Mandala

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"Stop..." Mandala's fragile voice rang out, yet it lacked the imposing aura of a supreme being. She desperately tried to channel her spiritual power, but under the curse, she was utterly powerless, watching helplessly as the thorns pierced her.
The black thorns plunged deep inside, like a sharp blade piercing her heart. A tearing pain emanated from her jade acupoint, instantly spreading throughout the beautiful girl's entire body.

"Ah!" This thrust, no less powerful than a ninth-grade supreme being's full-force attack, caused Mandala to let out a clear, melodious scream. Diamond-like tears welled up in Mandala's golden eyes, making her appear even more pitiful.

At this moment, a thorn rubbed against the girl's earlobe, like a fragrant fan or jade pendant, as if gently nibbling. Even with Mandala's supreme self-control, she couldn't help but let out a chilling, dreamlike murmur. Two thorns tightly gripped her breasts, squeezing them into an adorable shape. With both thorns working from above and below, Mandala's body began to heat up, her pretty face flushed an alluring red.
Much later, this Great Luo Domain Lord would be able to calmly declare his presence in public while enjoying the ravages of thorns, but unfortunately, he hadn't reached that level of cultivation yet.

The thick thorns below relentlessly rubbed against her soft, pink bud, the intense, unbearable tingling sensation causing Mandala to tremble violently, thankfully suppressed by the vines wrapped around her delicate body. However, a profound emptiness welled up within her, causing the young woman to panic. Under such stimulation

, despite her restrained soul's desperate attempts to resist, her tender flesh was completely out of control. Mandala was not merely a flower; deep within her was a girl's purity and debauchery, despite her seemingly detached nature. The body doesn't lie; Mandala's constant swaying of her slender waist was proof enough that she was aroused.

The terrifying speed of this woman's growth was unknown to anyone except for the Heavenly Emperor and Mu Chen, her closest relatives. Don't be fooled by her current vulnerability; in the future, she could savor the onslaught of thorns while fighting her enemies. That being said, fighting in this state prevents her from unleashing her full power, which is why Mandala rarely attacks.

Even though she was already nearly driven mad by the lust within her, her years of upbringing dictated that she clench her teeth, forcing herself to suppress any wanton sounds of pleasure. The thorns that had previously harmed Mandala's body now seemed to be serving her like a loyal servant attending to her master, making her feel like she was floating on air. Her chastity crumbled, and Mandala gradually succumbed to the training.

"Mmm..." Lazily uttering wanton sounds, Mandala herself blushed upon hearing them, "Mmm, no... ah, ya..."

As two thorns kneaded her breasts, other vines moved up her smooth, round thighs, making her ivory-white skin flush red. When her breasts were engorged and proudly erect, the vines below teased her flowerbed.
"Ugh, no... don't stop... ya oh!" Accompanied by pleading, joyful sounds and the trembling of her body, a large amount of fluid gushed from her flower. Mandala's eyes were tightly closed, savoring the pleasure of the moment, abandoning all ethics and morality, only caring about physical indulgence.

Even though this wasn't her first time reaching climax, being toyed with by thorns to the point of multiple orgasms was a first in her life. It was because of this that, apart from later using pollen to bewitch Mu Chen into sharing her bed, Mandala used thorns as entertainment tools.

Countless thorns, soaked with her nectar every day, piled up like mountains in Mandala's palace, proclaiming the sins of this young domain lord. When Mu Chen first embraced Mandala, if she hadn't concealed it in time, Mu Chen would probably have discovered the thorns stored in her inner garments and jade orifice, as well as the wet liquid flowing from her mounds down her jade legs to her delicate feet. Of course, that's a story for later.

The juices soaked her flower bushes, and Mandala recalled how she had reached this state before. She remembered the figure of an old man in a Taoist robe often appearing in her dreams; that was the Heavenly Emperor.

Sometimes, when Mandala dreamt of three identical old men caressing her smooth skin, the trembling of her body would wake her. Upon waking, this floral fluid would appear on her sheets. Mandala, sensing something amiss, strictly forbade the three emperors and their servants from entering her boudoir. The Sleeping Emperor seemed to know something about this prohibition but remained silent.

Recalling the Heavenly Emperor and staring at the thorns, Mandala was momentarily dazed until the huge, sharp thorn below pierced her flower chamber, bringing her back to reality.

When a part of her body was pressed against the thorn, the girl cried out in panic, "Ah, no!" However, her weak, mosquito-like plea lacked any real strength. Mandala regretted that she had only been touched by the Heavenly Emperor in her dream before waking; this time, it seemed like a chance to fulfill her dream. "Ah

!"

The thorn felt as if it could pierce her heart. Those brief seconds felt like an eternity; finally, the thorns had taken her virginity. Mandala's sigh was both sorrowful and satisfied. Fallen blood drifted from her body and disappeared into the pool. Whenever Mandala smelled blood in the Great Golden Pool, she knew it was the virgin blood symbolizing the pain and pleasure of that day.

But there was no time to think about that now. The thorn showed no mercy, ignoring Mandala's pain of being defiled, and instead thrust even more wildly. Her face contorted in agony, Mandala could feel the thorn's arrogant entry and exit below without even looking.

"Mmm... Ah!" A moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure, escaped from her cherry-like mouth. Mandala no longer cared about her image; after all, there was no one else in the pool...

With her petite and exquisite body, Mandala captivated countless men. It was hard to imagine this noble celestial maiden being ravaged by thorns in this desolate place,

let alone the joy she felt. Whether Mandala was in comfort or pain, the thorn ignored her reaction, only thrusting forcefully into the girl's wet passage. Although the girl's part occasionally contracted towards the center, the thorn continued its most intense piston-like motion inside. The raging dragon plunged deeper and deeper, its tip becoming rounded, striking Mandala's vulnerable depths.
"Ah... Your Majesty, ah, harder..." Mandala, delirious with pain, thought she was being toyed with by the Heavenly Emperor. If the deceased Heavenly Emperor knew, what would he think?

After the brief pain of her jade orifice being violently stretched open by the large intruder, the girl soon succumbed to intense pleasure. The thrusting and pumping made the beautiful young woman, experiencing her first time, feel extremely uncomfortable, but the pain gradually disappeared with the lubrication of her vaginal fluids. Coupled with her reverence for the Heavenly Emperor, she no longer resisted.

To demonstrate the intense pleasure emanating from her jade orifice, a crimson blush began to spread across her pure white, tender body. After the thorns had diligently plowed through, Mandala's alluring face was already a deep crimson, and waves of pleasure surged through her, causing her to let out incoherent cries. Normally, such cries would make Mandala's ears turn red, but now she felt no shame.

"Uh, haa? Ahhhhh!" Her body stiffened, and before she could even process what was happening, she reached a blissful climax, a torrent of thick, viscous fluid gushing from her spasms. The thorns, seemingly understanding, thrust in and out rapidly, giving Mandala endless pleasure. She was completely oblivious to the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, her cries growing louder and louder.

Later, Mu Chen would vividly describe the contrasting states of the women during their orgasms: Luo Li's delicate face was as red as fire; if compared to a flower, she was a lotus, pure and untainted, rising from the mud, unblemished and unpretentious, making her untouchable; Ling Xi was gentle as water, and at that moment, she was filled with heartwarming love; Jiu You possessed a queenly aura, inspiring a strong desire to conquer; regardless of the position, Cai Xiao's expression and body were filled with a wild, poppy-like allure, and anyone who saw her charming smile would be captivated and lose their reason; Lin Jing's moans... The scene was filled with the lively, sunny energy of a young girl; pinning her down meant enjoying a moment of pure bliss…

As for Mandala, at this moment, her golden eyes were unfocused and lost in thought. Even with Mu Chen's composure, just looking at her would unleash a wild passion; her ears were tinged with the color of the sunset, making one want to lick them eagerly; her clenched teeth uttered obscene words, her clear voice tempting even a saint to fall; her pretty face was as red as an apple, as beautiful as jade, the emotions within indescribable; her delicate, loli-like body desperately moved to accommodate the intruder, swaying and rising with it—an unexpected frenzy. The word "cute" alone was far from sufficient to describe her.

The vines kneaded and squeezed her swollen breasts, pressing down on her erect buds. The unprecedented stimulation made Mandala eagerly respond. As time passed, Mandala's desire swelled to an uncontrollable level, making her display the unsatisfied expression of a lowly courtesan. This stunningly beautiful young woman even envied the courtesans, wanting to be like them, nestled in a man's arms year after year, day after day.

Although Mandala's status didn't allow her to indulge herself, she still found a way to enjoy this pleasure every day. She devised a plan to shroud her body in dazzling golden light, so others wouldn't see what she was doing. Later, she actually did it, hiding in the brilliant golden light every day, satisfying herself with thorns. Especially doing this in broad daylight gave her a stolen pleasure. Others thought Mandala used the golden light to conceal her identity, never imagining the reason was so powerful.

The thick, angry dragon thrust in and out, squeezing out flower nectar and blood together. The intense pleasure caused Mandala's flesh walls to contract rapidly, instantly turning her cheeks crimson, her eyes glazed, and her expression utterly lewd. If these vines disappeared at this moment, Mandala would use her delicate fingers to send herself to climax.

To satisfy her desires, Mandala invented many gadgets in the following years, some of which could soak the entire bedsheet with her fluids. Mandala raised erotic insects to ravage her body, and even used pollen to seduce a group of men to ravage her, but none of these could give her the overwhelming pleasure that the thorns provided.
Grabbing Mandala's alluring buttocks and pulling her back, he thrust forward with a powerful stroke, his dragon penetrating her accurately and deeply in one go.

Perhaps tired of the monotonous position, the vines pulled Mandala, forcing her to support herself on the stone slab with her hands and feet, like a dog. Not only was her flower-like opening weakened by the penetration, but her entire body was also utterly powerless. Even a Heavenly Sovereign with a will as firm as stone would be aroused to the point of bloodlust by Mandala's seemingly boneless, soft, and delicate body.

"This is too much, how could this be…" Just as Mandala was feeling embarrassed by her indecent kneeling posture, the giant dragon pierced her honeyed opening, slamming heavily against her flower core. The incredibly powerful thrusts sent shockwaves soaring to the heavens. Her slender body could no longer withstand such intense stimulation; she groaned and collapsed onto the stone bed, copious amounts of nectar gushing from her flower core. With each thrust, the jade-like fluid flowing slowly from her secret cave, mixed with fallen blood, added a touch of poignant beauty.

Even after the vines loosened their grip on Mandala, she didn't escape; instead, she frantically rubbed her upturned buttocks against her own thorns.

If discovered, no one would believe that this alluring young woman was a Great Luo Domain Lord. Fortunately, Mandala knew her identity and never revealed her fetishes in public; otherwise, people would flock to her, lining up to serve this unrestrained little domain lord.

The thought of kneeling like a dog and being penetrated by thorns excited Mandala; it was somewhat of a masochistic trait. Mandala and Xiao Xiao, the daughter of Emperor Yan, were a perfect match—one a masochist, the other a sadist.

Once, when Emperor Yan was away, Xiao Xiao conspired with the Void Devouring Flame to seal her younger brother Xiao Lin's spiritual power and then used her charm to drag him onto the bed and pin him down. The reason Xiao Lin obeyed Xiao Xiao so readily wasn't just because he was a siscon, but also because he felt guilty for taking his sister's virginity (being forced by her). Xiao Lin dared not go to Dragon Phoenix Heaven with Xiao Xiao, fearing he would be abused by the Empress on the way. (The author will write this story when the opportunity arises.)

Unfortunately, no one could appreciate the lewd sight of her breasts swaying up and down and her petals constantly flipping and swirling. Mandala moaned and cried out in ecstasy, the hot, wet sensation of being thrust into her groin surging through her. Her body was burning hot, her mind hazy, and she couldn't even tell if she had reached her climax again.

Years ago, Lu Huan had been captivated by Mandala's alluring, childlike body, promising to reconcile their differences if she would unite with him, a promise Mandala had refused without hesitation. Now, in her current state of ecstasy, she was nothing like the man

she once was. For some reason, the speed of the thorn's thrusting suddenly increased. The thorn pierced the girl's jade orifice, and just as it reached the depths of her body, an incredibly intoxicating stream of heat shot out from its tip, shooting deep into Mandala's body.
"Ugh, so hot… ah, so full…"

Mandala was surprised to find that the liquid spraying into her flower plate was actually her own semen that had been extracted earlier. Seeing the blood trickling from between her thighs, she quickly caught it with her small hands and sucked it into her mouth. To an outsider, this scene would seem to suggest that the Great Luo Domain Lord had some daring fetish.

After all that effort, the essence was even purer than before. Mandala was overjoyed, a seductive smile playing on her lips: "This truly is a treasure!" Mandala checked her body, finding herself soaking wet below, barely able to withstand the constant caress of the thorns.

Just then, the vines, which had stopped moving, resumed their activity, several penetrating her mouth before Mandala could even cry out. Mandala struggled in vain, once again becoming a lamb to the slaughter…
[My Mother]

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