[The End of the Nation] (Side Story 3)

Side Story Chapter 3: The End
Foreword: Once you find your direction, keep charging forward, breaking through obstacles, interference, the old ways, and countless threads
, finally bursting into a dazzling aura. Lyrical instrumental music softly plays in your ears, and your eyes shine
with a complex yet calm light, like the shimmering waves of a night sea, the continuous colorful rays of the sun,
the ripples reflected in a gently flowing stream!
Everything requires motivation. What should be the motivation for writing? Is it the readers' replies? Is it the readers
' lack of replies? Is it the economic gain from writing that sustains your life? None of these! Motivation is
fighting spirit, the fighting spirit in life, the passion to survive and persevere! When your will
is unwavering, every moment, every fleeting instant, your eyes will shine with a burning gaze,
containing your fighting spirit, your passion, and the mission you always keep in mind.
The sun shines, and so does human life. In your most vulnerable moments, in your
darkest times, in your most helpless moments, if your life shines, you can overcome difficulties and
break through all obstacles and interference in your path.
Whether you are a melon seller in a t-shirt and straw hat, hawking your wares under the scorching sun; whether you are a sick person bedridden and on the verge of death;
whether you are a commander who can mobilize thousands of troops with a wave of a feather fan; regardless
of the many "regardless"s and countless disappointments, as long as you maintain a burning
fighting spirit in your heart, you will always create miracles, you will always overcome difficulties, and with perseverance, you will always rise above others.
Everyone is the same; in the journey of life, there will be ups and downs, triumphs and setbacks, joy and pain,
memories and forgettings, giving and receiving. Everyone has a flag rising in their heart,
fluttering ceaselessly in the wind. On it lies the spirit we have etched, and this spirit is our strength. No matter
how fierce the wind blows, how scorching the sun beats, or how torrential the rain washes over us, the flag in our hearts must not fall. If the heart
falls, the person falls; we must stand firm!
It is that touch of sadness mixed with passion, adorning our fighting spirit, decorating our hearts, and thus we
grow. Life is destined not to be smooth sailing; there will always be storms and sunshine. We will meet many people we love, walk
through countless streets like a starry river at night, and stroll along countless streams with trickling water. Our eyes
will hold sadness, joy, and pain, but remember, they must always be filled with light! —Before
Shiro lay a tall, verdant bamboo forest and yellow earth, the air filled with a damp, fragrant mist.
The golden rays of the setting sun shimmered among the crisscrossing branches and leaves of the bamboo.
As soon as Shiro passed behind, everything rapidly became transparent and unrecognizable.
The bamboo forest vanished, the damp, fresh air disappeared, the yellow earth turned black, leaving only an endless
expanse of chaotic graves and weeds swaying wildly in the wind.
If Shiro had looked back, he would have been shocked and terrified, but he didn't. Perhaps this was Shiro
's fate.
Shiro frowned, forcing himself to muster his already exhausted spirit and strength. He carried a woman on his back, a
woman who had suffered immense trauma. He had to take her home, to safely hand her over to her mother, only then
would Shiro feel at ease. So he had no time to look back.
The soft touch of the woman's body against his back, along with her faint fragrance, made Shiro blush even more. What made him blush even more
was that the woman's long, slender, fair legs were tightly wrapped around his waist. Shiro knew this must
be a lingering effect of the trauma and fright she had suffered.
The bamboo forest gradually thinned, revealing towering mountains behind them. The sunlight faded, and the moon quietly rose
.
The woman on Si Lang's back was not in the state he had imagined. Far from being drowsy or tired, she was actually
highly aroused, her cunning and venomous pupils darting about in her slanted phoenix eyes, plotting all sorts of insidious
schemes.
Her lower body rubbed naturally against Si Lang's back the entire way, and crucially, she had to forcefully
tighten her dark, glossy labia to prevent the undigested semen and ever-increasing vaginal fluids from
leaking out—for her, it was like not spitting out food she had already eaten.
(This damn man...why is he walking so slowly...I...I can't take it anymore...ah...
ah) "Young...Young Master...can you walk faster...I want...to see...Mother quickly." "Oh
...okay...okay." "Thank you...Young Master...when you see Mother...she will definitely...treat
you well." "I'm helping you without expecting anything in return." "Young Master...you are such a good person." "..."
Near the mountain, the wind was cool, and gusts of cool wind blew, making the two shiver. The woman's
two long, white legs, which were clamped around the man's waist, clamped even tighter around his waist, and her two feet extended to the base of his lower body. The dark,
shiny petals trembled and writhed, as if they were tightly pursing their lips, unable to bear it any longer. The jade
-like arms around the man's neck tightened at the same time, making her breasts press even more firmly against the man's strong and sturdy
back. Her sensitive nipples kept rubbing against the man. If he were a lustful man, he probably would have put her
down after carrying her for only a few steps to satisfy his lust.
(What a blockhead... You can't stand it... But you don't feel anything... You won't even enjoy it first... You really
want to send me home?) "Young master... You're such a good person... My mother and I will definitely... repay you properly."
"I said... I helped you not for any reward." "My mother will definitely repay you... She'll even heal your wounds."
"Your mother can heal too... That's good... Heh... Heh." "My mother's medical skills are superb... She specializes in treating difficult and complicated
diseases... Young master, don't worry." "Hmm... That's good." (My mother will also treat you from head to toe... Carefully
... You'll like that woman's scent even more... Is it Aya's or Mother's... Oh no... It's
Madam Sisi's... Hehe) "Aya... I can already see your house... It's not far away
on the mountainside... I really want to go in and have a good meal... and then get a good night's sleep." "Simple food in the mountains... Please don't mind the simple meal."
"Okay." "Aya... what are you saying... we soldiers often go hungry... we're lucky if we have anything to eat...
haha." "Then you'll definitely have a full meal... young master." "Hmm... I'm so hungry... I haven't
had rice in a long time." His expression showed hope; he was about to accomplish something good, get
a full meal, recover from his injuries, and get a good night's sleep. Aya's expression was full of scheming and ruthlessness; she was planning countless
possible schemes and methods. To achieve her goals, nothing was off-limits, including her own
body and everything except her life.
A cool breeze gently blew, caressing the lush bamboo forest before Silang and the chaotic graveyard behind him
.
The moon rose in the sky, its pale light illuminating Aya's beautiful face, which was smirking sinisterly. Her bangs
fluttered, and her phoenix-shaped eyes, hidden behind her hair, shone with a piercing light.
Scarred and carrying a woman on his back, Shiro dragged his slow, deliberate steps forward
, about to enter their paradise.
A kind and honest heart is destined to clash with a wicked and cruel one; the world always brings
together two kinds of people who shouldn't meet, always, always like this.
Shiro's malnourished, dirty face, so earnest, made the woman on his back seem to see
something she didn't want to admit but could only acknowledge.
(Shiro... what kind of person are you... but humans and demons are destined for no good ending
... Shiro... Shiro...) The exquisite, elegant little courtyard grew larger and
clearer in Shiro's eyes. Shiro smiled; he saw hope for survival. Shiro didn't think of anything else; he was simply
a kind-hearted person, perhaps a little lacking in common sense. If he hadn't been captured and forced into military service for years, perhaps he
wouldn't have even been able to bring himself to kill a chicken.
Wisps of smoke rose from the chimney, and flickering candlelight illuminated the room. A delicate little pond in the courtyard
held lotus blossoms, beneath which many carp swam gracefully, occasionally surfacing
as if watching the two figures.
"We've arrived… Silang… you can put me down now." "Mmm… okay." "Silang… you
must be very hungry." "Mmm… so hungry." "Then… please follow me into our humble abode." Knowing that
food was about to be served, Silang's heart began to race. Aya,
beneath her feigned innocence, also began to feel a surge of excitement as her scheme was about to unfold.
Beautiful zither notes drifted softly through the elegant room, elegant and serene, ethereal
and elusive.
Anyone with a musical understanding would be captivated, for the melody was like an inescapable trap,
expressing the player's masterful musical artistry and profoundly calm and powerful state of mind.
However, Shiro was oblivious to the nuances of music and couldn't discern any specific meaning. He was simply drawn in by the timbre, unaware
of its beauty. His eyes, captivated by the zither's sound, revealed a longing gaze.
"Is this your mother... playing...? How beautiful!" "It is my mother... Please address her as...
Lady Sisi." "Lady Sisi... what a beautiful name!"—In a lavishly decorated room
stood a woman, dressed in a vibrant, colorful palace gown. She wore long, purplish-red shoulder pieces,
a low-cut design with red lace accentuating her full breasts, and a golden
jade belt cinching her slender waist. Her one-piece phoenix skirt had four long slits, revealing layers of different colors underneath.
As the woman moved gracefully, her long, purplish-black lace legs
were glimpsed through the slits, adorned with black high-heeled, open-toe embroidered shoes, exuding a mysterious and powerful sensuality and allure.
The swaying of her long, purple cloud-shaped shoulder ornaments as she walked, the way her four long, slit skirts lifted, and
the intricate pattern of her long, black hair piled high on her head—her aura was so noble and ethereal, her presence so intensely powerful
.
She exuded a faint yet noble fragrance, a
scent that held immense allure for both men and women, its source lying in the mysterious, intoxicating center of her two extremely long, white legs—the
true home men desperately sought.
Whenever her uterus released its desire, whenever her vagina secreted its lustful fluids, it was a
time of ecstasy for Lady Sisi, a time when men would risk their lives for her.
Her long, red-painted fingernails were connected to ten extremely fine silver threads, which in turn connected to
an ancient zither on a low golden table not far away. The history of this zither could be traced back to the harem of the emperor who unified the land a thousand years ago
.
Her narrowed, slanted phoenix eyes still exuded an intense aura, her expression focused and earnest. Her red lips didn't softly sing
mature, lyrical songs; she only sang music she herself had composed. Her
slender, white wrists moved gently outside her phoenix sleeves, the ten black fingernails on her long, jade-like hands controlling silk threads
as she played on the ancient zither (Chasing the Moon) not far away. As her jade wrists moved, one leg stood firmly inside her phoenix skirt, while
the other long leg emerged from the front slit of her skirt, her high-heeled, openwork, pointed embroidered shoe touching the ground. Her thigh-high, purple-
black lace stockings were fully revealed, embroidered with a flying phoenix in silver thread, so lifelike, almost
like a symbol of an emperor or empress.
But if the other foot were also revealed, the effect would be even more stunning, for
instead of a phoenix, it would be embroidered with a golden dragon, its claws outstretched. Both the phoenix and dragon were embroidered on two pairs of dark purple lace stockings
, the phoenix with silver thread and the dragon with gold thread, symbolizing Lady Sisi's boundless ambition and aspirations. At
the very center of her beautiful long legs lay a dangerous and terrifying allure, yet few men would dare to be captivated by these noble, jade-like legs
.
The woman's jade wrists and slender fingers moved swiftly and slowly, the silk threads
dancing rapidly on the guzheng (Chasing the Moon). Her high, rounded buttocks beneath her phoenix robe swayed, moving sensually to the rhythm of the music.
"Ah…waiting…I've been waiting…waiting for so long…" Her narrowed, slanted phoenix eyes slowly
opened, and after a long period of rest, a sharp glint of light shot out as she looked down at the guzheng on the low golden table not far away.
(Chasing the Moon) released five long silver threads with her slender left fingers, then caressed her full
breasts beneath her low-cut phoenix robe. Her right hand swept to the side, catching the five silver threads, and began to control ten threads to continue
playing (Chasing the Moon) not far away. Her fluid movements were so alluring, so full of intense charm
and presence. During this process, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, gleaming, and her cherry lips curved into a proud smile.
Her left hand gracefully raised, brushing aside long strands of hair from her bangs, revealing her fair forehead. Her left hand then
gently stroked her slender swan neck, finally stroking downwards.
While her buttocks continued to sway beneath her phoenix robe, and her right hand continued to wield the ten threads to play (Chasing the Moon), her left hand caressed
her breasts, her slender waist, and finally reached the end of her legs—the
place her most precious man most desired to possess.
"Hiss...hiss...ah...ah...when will it be...I can't wait any longer!"
At the end of those two long, slender legs, in that mysterious center, in the middle of that beautiful forest, a thicker
fragrance emanated. It was the woman's legs anticipating something, her two slightly trembling legs wanting to grab the waist of the man she liked
, and also wanting to slowly tighten her powerful legs like pincers, tightly gripping and controlling the man's pleasure, making the man
scream wildly between her legs, savagely thrusting, mercilessly attacking, and finally ejaculating his own life
to fill the desire and emptiness that stretched out from the woman's lower body.
While controlling the ten silk threads to play (Chasing the Moon), and while her left hand vigorously caressed the noble forest beneath her phoenix robe
, the woman, unable to contain herself, tilted her head back, slightly parted her cherry-like lips, and let out a thirsty moan. Her long, jet-
black hair, piled high on her head, cascaded down like a waterfall, and as her head began to sway, her hair floated up
and spread out like thousands of silk threads.
"Ah...ah...it's coming...I'm coming...I wanted it so much." The colorful phoenix robe transformed into thousands of silk threads, scattered into the air, and then disappeared. At this moment, the woman was wearing 　　nothing
but dragon and phoenix high-top purple-black lace stockings and black high-heeled openwork pointed embroidered shoes. 　　 With a flick of her head, her long, jet-black hair grew incredibly long, reaching towards (Chasing the Moon) and taking over the work of the silken threads from her fingertips 　　. The jet-black hair completely enveloped (Chasing the Moon)'s base, and ten more jet-black hairs continued to play, 　　the rhythm of the music growing stronger and faster, brewing within it an endless thirst and desire. 　　 As dusk fell and the moon rose high in the sky, countless flickering candlelight suddenly illuminated the room, 　　bathing the woman's entire body in its glow, making her appear as white as mutton-fat jade. 　　 "Uh...ah...ah...ya..." The woman buried her hands in her hair, clutching the back of her head, 　　moaning softly from her red lips. Her slender waist twisted her shapely buttocks from side to side, her sexy shoulders swaying incessantly. She half 　　-squatted, her noble body spread wide apart, her jade-like legs parted to either side of her body. Dew dripped from her secret forest, a mixture of 　　her own lustful fluids and the semen of the previous man who had died. Pleasure surged within her flesh, and the undigested 　　semen was accidentally forced out by her ruthless uterus, leaking out. 　　 "Ah...ah...I want...I want excellent men...more men...I want their excellent 　　semen...fill me...come on...fill me!" In the huge screen painting in the corner of the room, a dark green demonic 　　spider rolled around in the fiery red clouds of flames, its countless eyes fixed on 　　the lustful fluid dripping from the woman's lower body outside the painting. It opened its huge mouth and made strange cries, sometimes burrowing into the clouds of flames, sometimes popping its head out, hysterically 　　staring at the mystery between the woman's legs and the cold yet unbearably thirsty expression on her face. 　　 The woman came back to her senses from her reverie and found herself lying on the clean floor, her two slender legs 　　wearing high-top lace stockings with dragon and phoenix patterns, and black high-heeled openwork embroidered shoes. Her legs were bent and spread apart on both 　　sides of her body, exposing the mysterious forest between her legs to the maximum extent. Her long hair was still 　　playing music on the (Chasing the Moon) instrument, only now the tone had changed to an ethereal timbre. 　　 The woman's legs were spread wide, facing the painted screen. One of her index fingers 　　was sucking on her red lips, while her other hand, with her phoenix eyes narrowed and gleaming, slowly 　　parted her dark, erotic petals, resembling a black flower, to 　　reveal the pink flesh within. 　　 "My child… what are you looking at… come out… come to your mother… let your mother love 　　you." The dark, erotic petals were fully open, revealing a patch of pink flesh emitting a strong fragrance. 　　At the very top of the petals was a delicate, small red clitoris, below which were the slightly torn urethra and 　　vaginal opening. Both openings were overflowing with the same strong, strangely fragrant fluid, clearly indicating that these two orifices had 　　been used for intercourse for a long time, experiencing countless encounters. 　　 The tip of the jet-black petals, about an inch thick, was no longer the lewd black. The anus was red on the outside and white on the inside, 　　with white fluid overflowing and intermittently spurting out. As soon as the white fluid came into contact with the air, it turned into countless 　　white threads that spread on the ground. Every time the anus shot out white fluid, the waist, hips, and slender, bent, and spread legs trembled, and waves 　　of intense pleasure spread from the lower body to the whole body and then impacted the central nervous system. 　　 "Ah...my son...come quickly...Mother needs you now...it's time to give you to her...I've made 　　you wait too long...but...it's all been worth it." "My son...let Mother see your 　　treasure...let Mother appraise it...see if it meets Mother's standards...ah...ah... 　　my son...Mother has missed you so much...from the moment you were born, you've been confined to the screen...you must have been so stifled...hehe 　　." "Ah...my son...do you know...you were handpicked...all your weak and not 　　strong enough brothers...Mother ate them all...you are the strongest of them all..." 　　"...Mother only loves you like this... Come... Come to Mother's side... Ah!" Lady Sisi's long black hair 　　continued to play beautiful notes on the (Chasing the Moon) instrument, filled with an aphrodisiac rhythm, fast and elastic 　　, with a strong sense of rhythm, full of Lady Sisi's extreme and boundless desire. However, Lady Sisi's phoenix eyes 　　, which were slanted upwards, were looking down at her spider-like son who was about to burst out of the screen painting. The mother's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, revealing her captivating eyes.

Pi shot a seductive gaze at the spider demon, her son,
the strongest of all her other sons, whom she had devoured.
The woman's bent legs slowly opened and closed at her sides, increasing her allure, her sensuality
, and fueling her cunning, ruthless lust. Her slender, jade-like hands played with
the source within her noble forest, teasing it to further entice the spider demon.
Her long, dark, pointed tongue extended from her cherry-like lips, gracefully licking her burning lips. Hot breath escaped from her high, elegant
nose, much warmer than human breath, like lukewarm water. However,
this wasn't the hottest part of a woman's body. The temperature inside Lady Sisi's vagina was twice that of a human,
and the temperature inside her uterus was three times that of a human woman's womb. Not one in ten thousand human men could
resist Lady Sisi's noble body for more than two minutes.
"Ah... Mother... Ah... I... Ah... I want it so much... I want it so much... Son... Come out quickly
... Climb onto your mother... Insert into my body... Mother has already spread her noble
and incomparably long legs for her son... Ah... Ah... Uh..." "Bang bang bang" The giant spider finally broke through the screen painting
's restraints and tore the screen painting to shreds. It let out a deafening scream and quickly moved countless
legs to the woman lying on the ground with her legs spread apart. It lowered its mountain-like body, opened its big mouth, and stretched out its long tongue to the mother's mysterious forbidden zone. The tongue trembled and paused for a moment before it began to lick 　　the white fluid that
kept overflowing from the mother's anus . 　　 "Ah...ah...son...Mother...so good...really...so good...I've finally waited for 　　this day...uh...ah...wah...wah..." Many hairy claws extended from the spider's body, grabbing 　　the mother's limbs and supporting her back, lifting her up. The woman remained in an M-shaped position, lying on the 　　(bed) surrounded by the spider's many claws, suspended in the air. The woman swung her long, beautiful hair and began to play passionate notes on the (moon-chasing) instrument 　　. The sound was as lewd as it could be, as seductive as it could be, and as sexy as it could be. 　　 "Ah...son...how will you deal with your mother...Mother is so looking forward to it...Quickly 　　stick out the...big fleshy root that your mother gave birth to...don't hide it...um...let me play with it for a bit." The 　　red-outer, white-inner chrysanthemum gate once again spurted out a large amount of white semen. As soon as the white semen came into contact with the air, it turned into thousands of white threads 　　that covered the spider's body. The spider's mouth and tongue were busy, as if it could never finish eating, never get enough, 　　never be full. 　　 "Mother's white fluid and white silk... is it delicious... son... this is your mother's most precious thing... 　　it's not something you can easily eat... eat more... so you'll have more... energy later 　　." The woman's uterine temperature continued to rise. The semen from the previous man stored inside had been evaporated and absorbed 　　, and it urgently needed fresh semen to fill it, to fill it, to swell it. And this target was now locked on her son, 　　this spider demon. The woman lay on the bed, raised her head, and a sinister and triumphant expression appeared on her face as she looked at 　　her son, the spider demon. Her cherry-like mouth opened and smiled, and the two tiger teeth on it slowly grew into sharp fangs, 　　making her look both terrifying and so charming and sexy. 　　 "Uh...no...don't eat so fiercely...ah...ah...no...don't suck so 　　hard...you're going to suck the flesh out...ah...ah...eat harder...Mother... 　　eat me...ah...ah...harder...harder...a little harder!" The spider demon was no longer satisfied with eating 　　the lustful juices from her mother's anus and petals. Its long tongue licked all the way through the woman's lower body forest, her plump buttocks, 　　her slender waist, her small round navel, the beautifully shaped ribcage, and her full breasts 　　. 　　 "Ah...ah...licking...Mother...can't take it anymore...wah...ah...hurry up...take out your 　　big fleshy root...insert it into mother...insert it into me...Mother's vagina and uterus have been waiting for their son for too long ...ah..." "Ah...uh...uh...show mother... 　　how big... 　　the fleshy root I gave you ...shoot it into mother...shoot all the semen inside...into mother's belly... 　　shoot it all out...ah...ah...ya...ya..." The spider demon could no longer resist the seductive allure of its mother, Lady Sisi. 　　Surrounded by the aphrodisiac sounds of its mother's hair, the spider demon raised its head and stared intently at 　　every inch of its mother's skin and every subtle expression on her face. 　　 The spider's bizarre and terrifying face twitched, its countless golden, glittering eyes illuminating 　　the mother's fair body like countless candlelight, making it even more alluring. Watching the woman writhe on the bed, the spider's desire 　　reached its limit. With a "roll," a long, thick fleshy root emerged from its lower body—or rather, covered 　　in various shaped barbs. The root slowly extended between the mother's legs, reaching the petals of her vulva. The woman, seeing 　　the large fleshy root protruding from her son's tail, extended her long, black, jade-like tongue, licking her neat pearly teeth, red lips 　　, and sharp fangs. Her slanted phoenix eyes shot out a perverse, excited, and venomous gaze. 　　 "Oh...oh...oh...Mother was right...I didn't choose wrong...my son...has grown 　　a wonderful treasure...Mother likes it so much...really likes it so much...come on...son...I want you... 　　fuck me!" The spider cried out excitedly and wildly. 　　The thick, fleshy root that stretched to the end of the mother's mysterious and noble legs was grasped by Lady Sisi. The mother grabbed her son's thick, first-time protruding root 　　and rubbed it hard between her legs. Intense love fire rose fiercely in their hearts. 　　 Her tender, slender white fingers parted her dark petals, while her other hand forcefully grasped the spider's large root and 　　rubbed it hard against her clitoris, urethra, and vaginal opening, inserting it shallowly. The woman was unsure 　　which hole her son should insert into first. 　　 "Ah...ah...madness...madness...son has driven mother mad...insert mother...first insert... 　　the chrysanthemum that gave birth to you...ah...push in hard...uh..." Her slender, white hand, grasping the spider's large, fleshy root, 　　aimed the glans at her chrysanthemum, the place where the spider was born, a place no less precious than any other opening.

The cave was filled with a thick, viscous, and extremely hot fluid, twice the temperature of a human's.
The red-outer, white-inner anus was slowly forced open by the enormous glans. The red flesh at the anus greedily swallowed the son's
penis. The son slowly entered the mother's anus, where the white flesh powerfully contracted and wrapped around the penis.
Deep within the anus, large amounts of white fluid intermittently sprayed onto the invading penis. The penis was instantly submerged
, squeezed, and rubbed within the tight anus. The mother's anus would not release the son's penis until the spider ejaculated once
.
The spider, having penetrated deep into its mother's anus, experienced immense sexual pleasure and let out an unprecedented roar
. Grabbing its mother's long legs, clad in dragon and phoenix lace stockings, it forcefully turned the legs to the left and right of her body.
The fleshy root of its tail forcefully thrust into its mother's lower body, emerging from its anus. The anus tightly and stickily
wrapped around its fleshy root and began to squeeze it. The spider felt that it was about to lose control of its ejaculation.
"Ah...ah ah...playing with your mother's son...how bad...your mother went through so much trouble to give birth to you...
and this is how you...this is how you use your big fleshy root to insert into your mother's anus...is this how you repay your mother
? Ah...ah, so good...woo...waaaah." Amidst the lewd (Chasing the Moon) voice, amidst the mother
's lewd and eccentric words and actions, and within the woman's anus where her lower body was wrapped and squeezed, the spider forcefully thrust its tail
, inserting its fleshy root deep into the mother's anus. A large amount of first-time semen violently sprayed into the anus, the amount of which was equal to
the total amount of semen ejaculated by twenty strong human men at the same time.
"Ah...ah...ah...I'm going to die...oh...you're shooting so hard...so amazing...my son is
so amazing...ah...ah...ah..." The woman's three orifices climaxed simultaneously, with
three different fluids shooting out from her urethra, vagina, and anus. The mother reached a triple orgasm, the intensity of which was equivalent to
the total amount of orgasms of twenty human women simultaneously. It was extremely pleasurable and shocking. The woman's whole body convulsed on the bed
, her eyes rolled back, her cherry-like mouth opened weakly, and sweet saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth.
The woman's limbs were tightly bound by the spider, and even her frantic twisting during orgasm couldn't move her an inch.
Her high-heeled lace stockings, adorned with dragon and phoenix patterns, were soaked with the fluids and white threads that had gushed from her anus and vagina.
One of her black high-heeled, openwork, pointed-toe embroidered shoes had fallen to the ground, while the other was hanging precariously from her toes, its heel protruding. This precarious appearance
fueled the spider's frenzied lust. It pulled out its large, fleshy root, still covered in the white threads from its mother's anus, and
forcefully thrust it into her urethra, lubricated by the sticky, slippery threads.
"Ah...ya...ya...no...Mother...I haven't...recovered yet...I can't take it
...ah...waaa..." The woman was in the afterglow of her orgasm, her body extremely sensitive. How could she withstand the
forceful insertion of her spider son's large, fleshy root into her urethra? Her central nervous system was frantically transmitting
waves of unbearable pleasure. Lady Sisi's entire body was numb, tingling, and filled with a mixture of pleasure and
the pain that came with exceeding her limits.
"Ah...ah...ya...ah...it's in my bladder...ah...it's burning...Mother...
ah...play me to death...ya...ya...ya..." The spider fiercely and forcefully pounded into Mother's urethra, its fleshy root
being powerfully sucked and squeezed by the urethra. The tender flesh inside the urethra wrapped the fleshy root tightly, its force surpassing that of the vagina
and anus. It was the smallest fleshy hole on Lady Sisi's body. Once upon a time, in the thousands of years of history, Lady
Sisi had conquered many kings with her noble urethra, which she had cultivated to perfection.
"Wow...wow...son...is your mother's body fun...does it make you feel good...ah...plunge into your mother
's fleshy holes...to satisfy your mother...ah...ah...fill your mother's body...mother is so
empty...fill your mother with your semen..." "Ah...ah...ejaculate into mother...ugly spider
son...ejaculate inside mother's belly...ejaculate hard...ejaculate it all out...let mother give birth to your
son...and daughter...don't you want to have sex with the daughter your mother gives you?" The spider went
mad Amidst the wild, lewd sounds of his mother, the spider was coaxed into ejaculating by her seductive and lewd manner. With a
forceful thrust, the spider plunged its penis deep into the mother's bladder, causing large amounts of semen to gush out intermittently and violently. The bladder, as if sensing this, contracted
, tightly gripping the penis and glans. A tremendous suction force was generated within the bladder, causing the spider's semen to escaping from intermittent sprays to
a continuous stream. The woman's bladder and urethra frantically and relentlessly drained it, completely disregarding the spider's feelings. And
this spider, a species lacking common sense, was unaware that it was accelerating its march towards death.
"Mmm...mmm...son's semen...tastes so good...good boy...keep shooting...shoot it all into
mother...the more the better...this is your reward to mother...mother's noble body has been
played with by you...shouldn't you shoot all your semen...all out?" The spider's huge body was a little unsteady,
grabbing its mother and swaying back and forth in the room. The mother looked at her son with tender eyes in her slanted phoenix eyes
. Her red lips held one of the spider's small claws, and her black, shiny, long jade tongue licked the small claws vigorously. Her appearance was as seductive as could be.
Her slender snake waist swayed wildly, and her upturned buttocks moved seductively with her urethra to continuously ejaculate the fleshy root.
"Good boy...shoot again...shoot again...shoot it out...ah...another wave of semen...Mother
feels so good...do you still have any semen...you haven't played with Mother's vagina yet...that place is the best
...do you want to play...ah..." The spider's energy was greatly depleted, and it could no longer stand. It crashed
onto the carpet in the room, lying on its back.
With a "pop," as the spider fell, Mother's urethra forcefully spat out her son's penis, which then
rolled twice in the air before landing steadily on the ground.
Mother smiled, deftly moving to her son's side, grabbing his huge penis and examining it closely. The penis was
gradually losing its color. Mother's slender, white hands cruelly manipulated the spider's penis, trying to urge her son to continue
fucking her. Mother still wanted her uterus to be filled with her son's semen.
The spider, utterly weak as if all its strength had vanished, lay trembling on the luxurious carpet. Its genitals, ravaged by its mother's lewd
manipulation, had stubbornly sprung up again, and it let out another frenzied roar.
"My son's big, fleshy root... is hard again... do you want to fuck your mother that much... I'm your own mother
... this is incest... oh... I forgot... we're not human... we don't have any morals
... do whatever you want... hehehe." A long, black, glossy tongue extended from her cherry-like mouth,
gently licking her son's glans. Two sharp fangs at the corners of her mouth carelessly bit and
nibbled at his glans, leaving fine scratches that gradually oozed blood, though the blood was green instead of red.
"Mother... I'll make a few more cuts on your glans... so that when
I ejaculate... inside my vagina... in my uterus... I can spray even more... Mother always likes to play with men like this...
are you willing... willing to end your short life... in my uterus... uh... hehehe
..."

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