Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 1, Chapter 4

Chapter Four: The Evil Lotus Demoness.

Having risen to national herohood after the Battle of Ahurama, I was naturally not to be left idle and remained in this border region. Two days later, I received an order from the military to return to the capital to participate in the celebration ceremony.

Along the way, I studied the various secret manuals I obtained from Blood Nightmare, comparing them with the books of erotic magic, which greatly increased my knowledge. I immediately put this knowledge to use, completely subduing Little Star Rose, who no longer dared to disobey.

While concocting medicine, I had a sudden inspiration: I took Blood Nightmare's head and imprinted it on the Azure Blood Veil. Perhaps from a certain perspective, he could be considered a virgin, or perhaps the superb sorcery of the dead demon compensated for everything. The Azure Blood Veil emitted a faint green light, and the world suddenly turned cold. After I cut and worshipped it, the Blood Nightmare Grand Mage's secret weapon, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, was successfully completed in my hands.

Before I even figured out how to use it, I kept this powerful magical artifact hidden away, never revealing its existence to a second person.

At the grand celebration in the capital, I was knighted and granted the title of baron, and my military rank was promoted again—not to centurion of the infantry, but to commander of a thousand cavalry!

My exploits were publicized. Of course, not the embarrassing story of Blood Nightmare being gang-raped and killed by Blood Slaves, but my prepared report: how I fought bravely against Blood Nightmare, lured him into a false sense of security, and then, in his moment of triumph, assassinated him and severed his head. Anyway, no one accused me; could Blood Nightmare's head really speak?

The court scribe ordered me to wear military uniform, carrying Blood Nightmare's head, for the painter to create a portrait. He also asked me about my experience in the battle. I said: "I wish to share this glory with the ancestors of the Farrell family, so as not to tarnish the prestige of my father, the general." This statement drew thunderous applause from the crowd.

Damn it, actually, I most wanted the Blood Nightmare Archmage, who had lost both his wife and his army, to share this glory. That deadbeat's expression must have been priceless.

Like father, like son; a tiger cub from a military family; a student surpassing his master… I waved to these accolades, but my mind was already wandering to the brothels and entertainment districts of the capital. Now that I've completely won over Xingmei, when is a better time to spend her?

Our cavalry has four major groups. If I were assigned to the western border to see my perverted father, I'd rather retire immediately. Ideally, I'd stay in the capital; perhaps I'd even have a chance to get close to the Grand Commander of the Imperial Guard, that damned, effeminate Princess Linglan.

Xingmei's sneaking out of the palace caused a huge uproar. I don't know how she handled it, but she and her father conspired to slander me, leading to another promotion.

When I heard that my position as commander of a thousand cavalry was no ordinary one, but that I had been assigned five thousand cavalrymen to form a small division, I was speechless with astonishment. I never imagined that besides Xingmei, other forces were at work.

So, when I went to the military headquarters to collect my seal, I unexpectedly received an order. The military, intending to give this young hero a chance to fully demonstrate his abilities, immediately assigned me a task. Their skill in exploiting manpower is truly remarkable.

The thin sheet of paper felt incredibly heavy; my jaw nearly dropped.

"What? You want me to attack Martinres Fortress?"

Beyond the mountains to the north of our country lies the territory of the elven superpower, Solancia. We have little to do with those pointy-eared monsters, especially since three hundred years ago, on the night they declared their nation's founding, they suddenly attacked and seized our painstakingly built fortress, Martinres!

That fortress was built at great expense to guard the gap in the northern mountains; who knew it would become a barrier for those pointy-eared monsters? From their high vantage point, they left our northern gates wide open, causing us considerable losses in every war with Solancia. It wasn't until several years ago, when the King married Princess Leng Yueying to the President of the Golden Finch Federation, located north of Solancia, forging an alliance, that the two nations, working together, stopped those pointy-eared monsters from invading.

Nevertheless, for three hundred years, our military has been plotting to recapture Martinres, launching at least eight hundred and a thousand operations, but none have been officially recorded as successful, only providing those pointy-eared monsters with fodder for ridicule. My eccentric father also participated in over a dozen Martinres campaigns, but once his rank was high enough to lead a war, he went to guard the western border to avoid tarnishing his reputation as an invincible general with this hot potato.

And now, the task of conquering Martinres has fallen to me. The city's garrison, while not three hundred thousand, is certainly at least two hundred thousand, and the city walls are formidable and sturdy. After falling into the hands of those pointy-eared monsters, they even hired a group of dwarven craftsmen to extensively fortify the city. Even a million-strong army might not be able to take it in a short time. As for my mere five thousand cavalrymen, I can't think of any useful role to play in the siege, other than dying as a warning to them.

"Great hero Ahurama, how could such a small matter stump you? Do a good job!"

It's easy to say, but you go attack the city, and I'll stay in the military and send you to your death. No wonder my twisted father always says: "Humanity's enemy is humanity itself."

Bad news keeps coming. Of the five thousand cavalrymen under my command, only one thousand can be sent from the capital. The remaining four thousand will be absorbed by local garrisons along the way. The military allocated me five chests of gold for purchasing equipment. These so-called local garrisons aren't official; they're just local militias organized by themselves. They can catch petty thieves, but in war? I'm afraid half of them will have deserted before the battle even begins.

It seems this problem is truly dire; the military has no intention of letting me return alive. I really don't understand. Was the rumored layoff plan from a while ago true? Or has my twisted father really offended too many people?

Sighing, I prepare to depart. Victory is impossible! I'll just give a perfunctory reply, ready to slip away at any moment and save my life. Anyway, it's done with the attack, that's enough. At most, I'll retire immediately upon returning. I'll ask Xiao Xingmei to plead for me, so there shouldn't be any major repercussions.

That afternoon, during my lovemaking with Xingmei, I activated my pink protective barrier as usual, absorbing her youthful yin essence during intercourse. I brought the little girl to orgasm twice. Seeing her soft moans and exhausted, sweaty appearance, I suddenly felt a pang of pity and wanted to pull out. But the little girl proactively wrapped her legs around my waist, twisted her hips, and swallowed my penis back in, weakly asking me to absorb a little more, wishing me a safe journey.

Damn it, it turns out the little girl knew all along that I was using yin to replenish yang, but she never said anything, especially letting herself go and letting me absorb her essence. Touched as I was, the thought of being treated like a fool still made me feel humiliated.

"Be careful on your journey. I can't go with you. Take care of yourself!"

As I led the team away, the little girl, dressed in military uniform, secretly came to the city gate to see me off. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. After comforting me for a few moments, she even gave me her hidden sword.

We parted with heavy hearts at the city gate.

These past few days, I've been focusing intently on studying the Blood Nightmare's secret manual. Besides understanding many of the true essences of black magic, I've also learned how to control the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. I must say, that guy is truly a remarkable necromancer in the study of black magic.

Controlling the undead requires considerable effort to maintain and avoid the backlash of the spirits. A novice necromancer has to put a lot of effort into controlling just one spirit. An excellent necromancer who can control hundreds at once is enough to boast of their powerful magic. As for using thousands, that's an extremely rare and grand spectacle. This Myriad Soul Banner is a secret technique used by Blood Nightmare, drawing upon multiple sects, including several I'd never heard of before. It utilizes layers of small barriers to reduce the backlash to an unbelievable minimum. This achievement alone is enough to make the Blood Nightmare Archmage immortal.

Such a great mage died so absurdly; if not due to retribution, then one can only say: he was truly unlucky!

After repeated research, I finally confirmed that even a third-rate sorcerer like myself, who has accomplished nothing, can control the Myriad Soul Banner. However, I still can't figure out how to use it. Summoning ten thousand ghostly spirits, howling winds, and a scene of utter desolation—would that be entertaining? Besides, if anyone saw me using this malevolent and poisonous artifact, even if the Church didn't expel me, my perverted father would definitely kill me.

I also experimented with the various techniques of the Blood Nightmare Secret Records on Little Star Rose.

Speaking of this girl, it's truly a pity. After so many days of training, the little princess has not only become completely open in bed but has also become addicted to the perverse pleasure of anal sex. Her tender anus, soft and tight, is incredibly sensitive—a truly rare and precious organ. Parting with her so hastily is truly heartbreaking.

Lamenting is useless; the tedious march must continue. Several days later, I noticed something amiss. While it was expected that no able-bodied men in the area would volunteer when I called for recruiting troops, the unanimous refusal seemed odd, making me feel like I'd fallen into someone

's trap. If all of this was just a scheme, then weren't these five large chests of gold I was carrying bait, a trap to lure me in? Unfortunately, this thought came true. The news that I was carrying five large chests of gold with only a ragtag group of thieves attracted the attention of all the thieves in the country.

Ordinary bandits are manageable, but some top-tier bandit groups, who also run mercenary businesses, are as strong as regular armies, far beyond the capabilities of my bunch of good-for-nothings. I ordered everyone to be on high alert and changed our marching route to a more secluded mountain path, but my worries remained.

Time passed quickly, and my troops were now marching through the Norris Valley. Once out of this narrow valley, it would only be three days' journey to Martinres Fortress. In other words, in three days, I could turn back home. Although it wasn't exactly honorable, I only had one life, and I wanted to save it for enjoying the pleasures of the world. Why waste it in a godforsaken place like Martinres Fortress?

Just as I was on horseback, racking my brains for a safe and swift escape, a whistling arrow swept across the sky. With a sharp whistle, thousands of human-headed, horse-bodied monsters surged out from both sides of the valley, each wielding weapons like hammers and bows. Upon closer inspection, these weapons weren't held in the hands, but rather attached directly to the arms.

It's common knowledge that bandits exist on national borders. Our country and Solancia have always considered them a natural barrier against each other, so we haven't prohibited them, allowing them to roam the mountains and forests.

Centaurs are a type of orc living on the borders of the land; they have average intelligence but are extremely strong and powerful, making them a formidable military force. However, this race is usually rare, and I really don't know why such a large group has suddenly appeared. Moreover, the appearance of these centaurs is quite different from what I've heard of before.

But now, these centaur monsters don't outnumber our army, and their equipment is far inferior. So what are they planning to do? Never mind, if I annihilate them all and cut off their heads to claim credit, even if I can't capture Martinles Fortress, at least I won't have accomplished nothing!

Thinking this, my men quickly spread out into battle formation, preparing to deal with the enemy's first wave of attacks. But the centaurs simply stood on both sides of the mountain, not launching an attack, as if waiting for something. Just then, "Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A figure descended from the sky, flapping its wings, and landed on a large rock to the left. All the centaurs immediately looked up at this person.

It was a woman, and a very alluring and mature one at that.

Short purple hair, purple eyes, scarlet lips, and a pair of black bat-like wings extending from her back, clearly indicating her vampire lineage. Her skin was snow-white, most of it exposed to the sunlight, and her seductive curves were exaggerated and full of alluring power. A shiny black leather bra could barely contain her overly full breasts, and the black thong she wore between her legs was so tight that her mons pubis bulged out of the fabric. These features, combined with the black leather high-cut boots on her long calves, gave her an evil, seductive power, exuding an aura of a queen.

"My God!"

My men and I exclaimed in unison.

I was, of course, amazed by the woman's captivating charm, but what were my men shouting about? Did they also appreciate such a woman? I turned to look at my men, most of whom were seasoned veterans, experienced and perhaps knew something. But instead, I saw fear in their eyes.

"Blood Lotus! It's the Blood Lotus, the Queen of Sucking!"

they cried.

The Queen of Sucking! What did that mean? I was about to ask when I saw the woman standing on the rock spread her left wing and wave it. Just as I was wondering what this meant, the ground beneath my troops suddenly collapsed, and almost half of them fell into the pre-dug pit.

For the cavalry, falling into the pit meant even worse consequences than for the infantry. I was busy getting off my horse when I suddenly heard a chanting.

"The six-pointed star and five-radiant light, the extreme of heaven and earth, my blood among ten thousand demons, the ultimate demon, the union of blood pact, unfurl the barrier of darkness, obscuring the brilliance of heaven and earth. Dark castration!"

Suddenly, everything went black, and a vast amount of black mist rapidly spread around us. Wherever it reached, those who hadn't yet fallen into the pit, or had just climbed out, fell from their horses and fainted. I, already in the pit, was naturally not spared.

"It's Soul-Stealing Mist! We've been ambushed."

That was my last thought before I fainted. I could still faintly hear the unpleasant hissing cheers of the centaurs and a woman's silvery, seductive laughter.

When I awoke again, I felt extreme discomfort. Opening my eyes, I found everything upside down; I realized I was hanging upside down from the roof beam. Fortunately, my subordinates were also hanging upside down like me, and we talked like this, suspended in mid-air.

"Where is this place?"

"It's...it's...the Sperm-Sucking Queen..."

"Who is the Sperm-Sucking Queen?"

"I don't know...I'm going to die...I don't want to die...Mom..."

This coward started crying after only a few words, calling out his mother's name. I really don't know how your mother raised you. Fine, let's talk to someone else.

I talked to someone else, but the result was the same. I then realized that everyone hanging in this room was terrified of this Sperm-Sucking Queen.

"Damn it, she's just a woman, what's there to be afraid of!"

Before I could finish speaking, the door was pushed open with a "bang," and two centaurs walked in, threw something they were carrying on the ground, and then grabbed one of the brothers hanging in front of me. I saw from the window that they dragged the crying soldier into a large house not far away. I looked down again to see what the two centaurs had just thrown in, and what I saw made my whole body shudder.

God! It was a charred, yellowish-brown mummy, just skin and bones. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a cavalryman I'd brought from the capital. How could he have died so gruesomely in such a short time?

The Queen of Sperm Suckers? Sperm Suckers? I suddenly understood the meaning of the name.

A queen who could drain a man's essence, turning him into a dried-up corpse—truly a figure that terrified all men. In that instant, I remembered a rumor I'd heard from a senior soldier: one of the most formidable thieves in the country was a vampire, nicknamed "Blood Lotus," a female thief known as Evil Lotus. She was elusive and led a powerful and valiant army, a nightmare for local forces. But what was most terrifying was her habit of torturing and killing men; those she abducted were always found as dried-up corpses.

Luckily, I carried the Ten Thousand Souls Banner with me. I'll let this succubus queen taste the power of my lewd treasure. I'll make her my sex slave for life… Hehe… Hehehe…

I sneered as I raised my head to look at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which I kept hidden in my chest pouch. What I saw was enough; my body felt as if it had been plunged into ice water. All my clothes, along with that precious banner, had been removed while I was unconscious. I was hanging upside down, completely naked. This was it; I was definitely going to become a hideous dried-up corpse. I didn't want to die!

"...Mom...I don't want to die...Mom..."

I cried out louder than anyone else!

Unfortunately, my fate was no longer in my own hands. On the afternoon of the third day, several centaurs, ignoring my screams, dragged me into the vampire's secret chamber—the place where I saw one of my brothers go in alive every day, only to be thrown out like trash as a dried-up corpse by dawn.

The vampire queen was already waiting in the room. She was still wearing that three-piece black leather bikini. Looking at her up close, I realized she was actually quite old; if not a mother, she was at least an auntie. But time hadn't diminished her beauty; instead, it had added a charm only mature women could possess. I also noticed that her left hand was slender and beautiful, while her right hand was inexplicably wearing a black glove.

She ordered the centaurs to place me on an iron bed, binding my hands and feet tightly, making me look like a humiliating spread-eagle. After the centaurs left, Xie Lian walked up to me with a charming smile.

"I heard you're the leader of this cavalry unit?"

"Yes... ah... I'm not..."

I was about to answer yes, but then, fearing she might torture me in some special way, I quickly denied it.

Seeing my panicked state, Xie Lian couldn't help but giggle, her enormous breasts encased in leather bra cups jiggling up and down, making one imagine the alluring sight that would be revealed if the bra were unhooked.

Damn, so sexy! This ripe vixen is truly seductive to the bone, making one's heart itch unbearably. I stared at those huge breasts, swallowing hard a few times. She sensed my intention, and her eyes suddenly became fiery.

"You want it, don't you, you stinky man? You can't hold back when you see my breasts, can you? Hmph!"

She played with my jaw with her slender fingers, while her other gloved right hand went around her buttocks and pulled down her thong. Then, she suddenly leaped up and straddled my face, her plump thighs pressing hard against mine.

"I'll give you... what you want."

Her furry garden pressed tightly against my face, rubbing against it. I could clearly feel the suppleness of her thick labia. A fragrance emanating from her genitals assaulted my nostrils, a rare, fermented cheese scent, a fragrance possessed only by the most sensual women. I couldn't help but inhale deeply.

"Oh my, oh my, it seems you really like my scent."

Xie Lian laughed happily.

"Then smell it as much as you like."

She spread her legs wider, her beautiful legs forming a triangle, the apex of which was right on my face.

My nose, tilted upwards, was pressed down by thick pubic hair, while my ears were pinched between the warm skin of her thighs.

"Oh..."

That moist patch pressed against my nose, the strong, pungent scent reaching my brain. Thick, curly, pale purple pubic hair swept across my eyes, and with a slight pull of her thighs, my eyes were completely obscured by the long hair.

"Lick it!"

she said, slightly loosening her thighs to let me breathe some fresh air, which was almost suffocating me.

Forced by circumstances, I had no choice but to obediently stick out my tongue and lick. She twisted her waist, letting her most sensitive part of her genitals touch my tongue, her labia rubbing against my nose, burying my nose completely in her cleft. The action looked incredibly lewd. Seeing this slut's wantonness, I suddenly thought of a way to save myself: only by giving her unforgettable sexual pleasure from me could I perhaps escape this predicament.

Thinking of this, I immediately focused my attention, using my tongue to serve her fully blooming nectar.

Actually, compared to other skills, my tongue technique was rather unremarkable; after all, I'd only ever frequented brothels, where the one who paid was the boss—why should I be licking a prostitute's lips? Fortunately, that book of erotic magic had a chapter specifically on oral sex. Following the instructions, my tongue licked and sucked, skillfully sweeping across her lips, teasing her clitoris, and occasionally curling into a pillar, gently probing her warm, wet vulva. With her

varied techniques, she squinted her eyes, seemingly enjoying herself immensely. Drops of nectar seeped from her vulva, quickly turning into a torrent, leaving my face slick. This vixen was indeed a natural beauty; the musky scent emanating from her nectar ignited my lust, my penis hardening, wanting nothing more than to find a hole to fuck her right away.

“My little darling, your tongue is quite something… Hmm! I really can’t bear to do this!”

She murmured softly, her voice alluring, yet her beautiful face suddenly took on a chilling, murderous hue, making her appear somewhat ferocious and sending shivers down my spine. Did this vixen call every man she killed before calling them “my little darling”? Could it be that I, the dignified Baron John Farrell, the heroic knight, the son of a general, the future prince consort… would actually die at the hands of this vixen?

My fearful suspicions instantly became reality. This vixen! She actually took a sharp little knife and slashed at my chest, leaving bloody cuts. At first, they were shallow, but her grip grew heavier and heavier, and a few cuts even pierced through the flesh, reaching the bone. Watching my blood gushing out, I screamed in agony, nearly fainting from fright. The sorceress seemed addicted to cutting, her knife moving faster and faster. Suddenly, she threw her head back and hissed wildly, then bent down and began to greedily suck my blood from the wounds.

Good heavens! Encountering such a sorceress was a terrible thing, but the only thing worse than encountering a sorceress was that this sorceress was a vampire!

Vampires were a terrifying race throughout the entire continent of Alibuda, naturally because their practice of sustaining life by drinking blood was horrifying. If it weren't for their tribal rules stipulating that while vampires could drink blood, they were forbidden from killing, and if they didn't possess certain special skills, the vampire race would probably have long been the enemy of the entire continent.

However, according to those who had seen it, this sorceress had clearly not followed the tribal rules.

After drinking blood, Xie Lian's emotions were soaring beyond control, her eyes filled with irrational light. Her originally beautiful face was twisted by madness, her blood-red lips parted, revealing two white fangs, thirsting for blood and lust!

“Little darling, don’t be afraid of the pain. The deeper the cut, the more blood you bleed, the faster you’ll grow… Hehe! Mommy’s heart is filled with indescribable joy when I see your blood!”

She laughed wildly, humming a little tune with excitement, and like cooking, she used the tip of a knife to carve flowers across my lower abdomen. Soon, the wound on my abdomen vaguely resembled a flower, but it was covered by blood and not clearly visible.

“So much blood, baby, does it hurt a lot? It’s okay, let Mommy help you heal…”

She suddenly raised her right hand, her claw slashing her left wrist, blood splattering out. Then she rubbed her left wrist against the wound on my chest and abdomen, mixing our blood together.

Crazy woman! This witch is definitely a madwoman!

Just from the crazed light in her eyes, I could tell that this witch was absolutely mentally unstable, but now I was in her hands, becoming this umpteenth victim of this madwoman. But strangely enough, when the evil lotus's blood flowed into my body, I, who was already dizzy from bleeding, suddenly became burning with lust, as if I had taken the strongest aphrodisiac. My penis stood erect, thick and hard.

"Are you surprised? Let me tell you, no man can resist my charm, not even you."

Laughing maniacally, Xie Lian removed the black cursed cloth that had been binding her right arm. Unlike her slender left hand, it was a beast-like claw, covered in black scales, with bulging veins, sharp enough to tear apart even the finest steel with a single blow. Xie Lian then made a terrifying move: she tore a small piece of iron from the iron platform, picked up a shard of clothing from the ground, crumpled it with her devilish right hand, and when she unfolded it, a metallic sheen was visible within the clothing; the two different materials had fused together.

"This time it's just cloth. If I embed iron into your wound, guess what the consequences will be?"

Hearing this, my initial doubts instantly turned into utter terror. The Blood Nightmare Chronicles mention a school of black magic that represents the pinnacle of bio-magic, suspected to be directly inherited from the demon realm. This school uses secret techniques to perform incredible modifications and combinations on living beings, such as fusing metal into the human body to increase its hardness, attaching animal limbs to human bodies, and creating monsters that exist only in legends. The centaur archers I saw earlier were, in retrospect, masterpieces of this technique.

"No man I, Blood Lotus, want to rape has ever escaped. Your clumsy attempts to delay are just asking for trouble!"

A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she grabbed my penis with her left hand and rubbed it up and down several times. Instantly, the umbrella-shaped, purplish-red glans was fully exposed, even the oval coronal sulcus was clearly visible. Then she took a candle from under the iron platform, lit it, and moved it to my pubic hair, waving it around. A drop of fiery red wax fell instantly.

"Ah…"

My genitals were burned, and my whole body convulsed violently.

"Hehe... Feels good, doesn't it?"

she asked with a lewd laugh. She deliberately ignored my erect penis and went to my scrotum, where my two drooping testicles lay quietly, their skin wrinkled. Her gaze lingered there, then she tilted the candle in her hand slightly.

"Ugh... Ah..."

As the candle ravaged my scrotum, one of my sensitive spots, I couldn't help but let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Hehe... Useless!"

the evil woman said, letting drops of fiery red wax drip onto my scrotum.

"Ugh... It hurts... Ah..."

I wailed miserably. This vixen was indeed a master at manipulating the body. Despite my unwillingness, the stimulation caused my testicles to violently contract upwards, and more fluid seeped from the urethral opening at the tip of my glans.

"What? Looking forward to it?"

She looked at me with lewd eyes, her snow-white hand ruthlessly twisting the tilted candle, causing fiery red wax to drip down.

"Ah..."

I let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Compared to the pubic area and scrotum, the tip of the glans penis is covered with nerve endings, making it arguably the most sensitive! The intense stinging pain emanating from the glans forced every cell in my body to tense up. In this state, I was plunged into near-suffocating agony.

"Hehe...isn't it great?"

The candle dripped hot wax, splattering all over my body. Before long, my body was completely covered in red wax. Due to the intense pain, my face was severely contorted, my eyes rolled back, and even my fingertips trembled.

"Hehe...you're really useless, can't even handle this?"

She showed me no pity, continuing to humiliate me mercilessly. She occasionally let out a maniacal laugh, but I didn't even have the strength to curse her as a madwoman. My whole body was weak and sore, except for my penis, which remained thick and erect.

"How is it? Very comfortable, isn't it..."

she asked with a smug smile, reaching out to unhook the bra she always wore. Her magnificent breasts popped out, and my gaze immediately fell on the tips of those round orbs.

Due to arousal, her areolas had swelled, a fiery red, standing out atop her snow-white breasts. She gently stroked her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, and murmured dreamily, "Some say these are two blood lotuses, don't you think so?"

Before I could answer, her eyes suddenly flashed with cold light: "So you can die knowing your true name, I'll tell you my name: Evil Lotus!"

With that, she moved her body, taking my already engorged penis inside her.

"You motherfucking madwoman..."

My whole body ached, yet waves of pleasurable sensation surged through my penis; only this one sentence echoed repeatedly in my mind.

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