Mahoraga

In the Demon Realm, it is widely known that the milk of succubi is an extremely delicious fluid, especially the milk produced during orgasm, which is sweet and palatable, considered the finest. Moreover, the milk of the most exquisite succubi, such as Moon Princess and Cloud Princess, is the finest of all. Even more remarkably, both are underage succubi, making their milk even purer and sweeter. Because the quality of a succubus's milk declines once they reach adulthood, demons typically taste their milk before they reach adulthood. Chapter One of
the main text describes the Demon Realm, where the Asura King reigns supreme, followed by his four great demon generals: Yaksha, Kumbhanda, Kinnara, and Mahoraga. At the heart of the Demon Realm lies the Asura Palace, the residence of the Asura King, situated beneath a vast, deep lake, its surface extending endlessly into the abyss. Above the lake lies the city of Good Vision, built as a reflection of the Asura Palace. It serves as the meeting place for the Asura King and other demon nobles, and the Asura Palace is inaccessible except to certain individuals. Centered on Good Vision City, countless fortresses, large and small, are either built on the lake's surface or float in the air, forming a powerful protective barrier. Various demon races are scattered throughout the demon realm, creating a vast and impenetrable world for the demons. Good Vision City. To celebrate the triumphant return of Demon Lord Horaga from his expedition, a grand banquet gathers all the upper-class nobles of the demon realm, enthusiastically raising their glasses in celebration. Continuous flow of fine wine, alluring dancers singing and dancing, and playful young men and women create a lively and joyous atmosphere. Everyone is in high spirits, indulging in the merriment. The Asura King only makes a brief appearance at the beginning before departing early. Those who remained began to indulge in debauchery, letting their drunkenness carry them away. The banquet was instantly enveloped in an atmosphere of lust, with bodies entangled in intimate acts everywhere. Outside the decadent palace stood three tall, perfectly proportioned figures. Kinnara, with a dazzlingly handsome face, shoulder-length wavy brown hair, and purple eyes, wearing a magnificent purple robe, watched the chaotic scene inside with a mocking expression. "Tsk tsk, I really don't know what the king summoned us for at this time." When everyone was acting recklessly, he should follow the crowd and act recklessly too; standing aloof like this wasn't his principle. Yaksha, with a handsome face, waist-length black hair, and black eyes, glanced at him disapprovingly. "Ligega is spreading rumors about having an affair with you. I think if you're not interested in becoming a prince consort, you should stop playing games with those women who claim to be princesses." This vile, lecherous man, whether commoner or noble, as long as they're good-looking, male or female, he'll sleep with them. He's a pervert! Recently, he's even gotten involved with the king's daughters. Isn't he afraid of death? Laughing heartily, Kinnara shrugged stylishly, "Even the King doesn't mind, why would you?" She wasn't some chaste woman; those who could have fun were seasoned veterans, and enjoying oneself was the most important thing in life. Too lazy to deal with this infatuated man anymore, Yaksha turned to the indifferent Kumbhanda, "Where's Mahoraga?" "Probably went to cleanse herself ," Kinnara laughed. "Women, you know, have all sorts of quirks; they always need to cleanse themselves after a great battle." Yaksha frowned, "We'll go see the King first; you go find her." With that, he turned and headed towards the Shura Palace below Sudarshana City. Kinnara chuckled, "Look how nervous he is, Kumbhanda. You're lucky this time that Mahoraga's beauty is bathing." Patting his shoulder, he laughed arrogantly and turned to leave. Standing motionless, Jiubancha, clad in a deep blue robe with fine gold thread trim, exuded a chilling and aloof aura. His unruly black hair was combed back, reaching just to his neck. His face was strikingly handsome, with arched eyebrows and deep, icy blue eyes, like a vast ocean covered by millennia-old ice, unfathomable and frozen beyond measure. He slightly narrowed his cold, deep blue eyes, a hint of displeasure showing on his handsome face, and without a word, leaped towards the outskirts of Shanjian City. South of the vast lake between Shura Palace and Shanjian City, in the mountains, lay a hot spring, a place where Mohouluojia would cleanse himself after his battles, and the most alluring yet unapproachable place in the entire demon realm. This was because the barrier set up by Mohouluojia, one of the four great demon generals, was fatal if triggered. Descending from mid-air, Jiubancha stared expressionlessly at the seal before his feet, stepping into it without hesitation. Instantly, brilliant, scorching flames erupted around him, frantically assaulting his entire body. With each step he took, the flames grew more ferocious. An ordinary demon would have been annihilated long ago, but he was Jiubancha, one of the Four Great Demon Generals. No matter how fierce his colleague's seal was, he could fight back with equal power. When the raging flames surrounding him disappeared, he coldly walked through the dense thicket, brushed aside the obstructing vines, and stood directly by the misty hot spring. He was confronted by a tall, slender figure with his back to him. A magnificent, floor-length white robe adorned the figure, and an incredible amount of platinum hair, flowing smoothly to the ground and swirling into beautiful silver vortexes, was seen. A white-gloved hand elegantly took a silver mask from the rock and gently covered the profile of the face hidden by the flowing silver hair. "The King summons you." Jiubancha's deep, resonant voice was cold and ruthless. The person who turned around wore a long, snow-white robe that reached the ground, with a high collar and long white gloves. No skin was exposed on any part of the body; the face was completely covered by a blank, silver-white mask, even the eyes were merely concave shapes on the silver mask. Aside from displaying an incredibly long head of platinum hair, the demon Houluojia was completely covered up, making it impossible to see anything else. To call such an object a person was an understatement; it was more like a moving humanoid object. For hundreds of years, probably no one in the entire demon realm knew what lay beneath that robe and mask. A clear look of disgust flashed in Jiubancha's icy blue eyes. Without even glancing at her, Jiubancha flew away. The beautiful, snow-white figure followed closely behind. Shura Palace. Waiting listlessly at the entrance to the bedchamber were Kinara and Yaksha. From within came the hoarse groans of a man and the soft moans of a woman; one could easily tell what was happening. "Your Majesty has quite the refined taste," Kinara said, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he caught sight of Kumbhanda and Mahoraga approaching. He straightened up from his leisurely leaning against a pillar, walked to Mahoraga, and affectionately lifted her small chin, looking down into the empty, silver-white mask that revealed her features only through its creases and contours. "Mahoraga, it's been a long time. Have you missed your Kinara brother?" he said, then playfully leaned down to kiss the cold lips of the mask. Kumbhanda frowned, turning his face away. Yaksha rolled his eyes. "Still fooling around." "What does it matter? I'm the only one in the entire demon realm who's this close to Mahoraga." Laughing wildly and smugly, Kinnara turned to Yaksha provocatively. "Jealous, aren't you?" "Childish." Yaksha turned his head away like a tuft of grass, too lazy to pay him any attention. "Tch, I knew you wouldn't be convinced." Kinnara laughed, lifting Mahoraga's chin and looking her up and down. "Tsk tsk, judging by the outline of this silver mask, Mahoraga, you are truly more beautiful than imagined." "What did the King call us here for?" Finally getting a little impatient, she gently pushed his hand away, and a heavenly voice came from beneath the empty mask.

Because Mahoraga's outer shell was so tightly sealed, everyone in the demon realm could only determine her gender as female by her exquisitely beautiful voice and the perfect, tall, and slender curves outlined by her snow-white robe. It couldn't possibly be a grown man hiding a woman's body, especially since her figure was completely slender and graceful; it was obvious she was a woman, and probably a great beauty at that.
Leaving aside the fact that no one had ever seen Mahoraga's face, her voice alone had captivated countless people.
Someone who could match such a heavenly voice must also be incredibly beautiful. One wonders how she compares to the twin sisters, Asakusa and Lingcao, who are universally recognized as the most beautiful women in both the celestial and demon realms.
"I don't know, but I have urgent business."
Yaksha couldn't help but glance at the mask again, genuinely curious about what her face looked like. They had been colleagues for hundreds of years, both being named among the Four Great Demon Generals, yet even he had never seen her true face.
"Go peek!"
Kinnara exclaimed with a mischievous laugh. Compared to the three men's tall and sturdy figures, the slender Demoness Mahoraga only reached their shoulders. She remained expressionless—indeed, no expression could be seen behind her mask—and with a swift movement, she kicked Kinnara inside.
Yaksha burst into wild laughter. A fleeting smile also flashed in Dove-like blue eyes. Screams erupted from inside, followed by a chaotic commotion, and after a deafening roar, two figures, their clothes disheveled, rushed out in a panic.
"Those… seem to be the Flower Demon's queens,"
Yaksha murmured in confusion.
A rich, alluring fragrance, flawlessly voluptuous curves, and thick, cloud-like black hair—anyone could tell they were the twin sisters, Asakusa and Ayaka, hailed as the most beautiful women in both the celestial and demonic realms. But… they seemed to have married the Flower Demon long ago, shattering the hearts of countless men, so why did they suddenly jump out of the Asura King's bedchamber, disheveled?
"Let's go in,"
Mo Hou Luo Jia said crisply, entering first.
The three followed in single file. Everything inside had clearly been restored by magic, perfectly normal—luxurious, magnificent, spacious, and comfortable—except for Kinnara, whose face was bruised and swollen, glaring resentfully at Mo Hou Luo Jia. The four bowed respectfully to the exceptionally handsome and incomparable Asura King on the head seat, obeying his command.
With long, jet-black hair reaching his shoulders, the Asura King's exceptionally beautiful face was the eternal obsession of all demons in the demon realm. His voice was calm and slow, peaceful yet carrying an undeniable arrogant domineering air; his temperament and aura easily subdued anyone.
"Mo Hou Luo Jia, you've had a hard time."
One long hand supported his chin, the other resting comfortably on the golden armrest of the luxurious chair. The Asura King's golden eyes were beautiful and deep.
"Yes."
The clear, melodious voice was truly soothing and admirable.
"From now on, all four of you will be stationed at the Asura Palace. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to leave without permission."
The Asura King's strange command caused the four to look up in surprise upon receiving it. When they saw the Asura King's handsome face, calm and serene, they obediently lowered their heads again. "Yes."
"As you all know, the lake surrounding the Asura Palace is not actually a real lake, but a manifestation of distorted space. The Asura Palace is not in the Demon Realm that people believe it to be, but in a distant alternate dimension. What people see as the Asura Palace is nothing more than a phantom reflection."
Seemingly amused, the Asura King chuckled softly. "The distorted space can exist safely outside the Demon Realm because it is controlled and maintained by my magic. But recently, I have other matters to attend to, and I may not be able to attend to some corners. Your task is to suppress any distorted space that attempts to engulf the Asura Palace and the Demon Realm."
The four were secretly startled upon hearing this. The Asura King's magical power was so profound that no one could fathom its extent; no one knew just how strong he truly was. His ability to control those distorted spaces and maintain the balance of the demon realm so perfectly was enough to inspire awe and utter submission. What could possibly distract the Asura King? Moreover, even if the four of them combined their powers, they probably couldn't suppress those distorted spaces for long.
"Don't worry, it won't take too long,"
the Asura King said, clearly in high spirits. He didn't even reprimand Kinnara for his intrusion before dismissing them.
The four bowed respectfully and withdrew.
Leaving the palace and reaching the edge of the Asura Palace, gazing at the clear lake water and the swimming fish and mermaids, Yaksha asked first, puzzled, "Should we go ask what happened with Xingjian? The King is rarely this happy."
Most of the time, he's indifferent to everyone.
Kinara shrugged. "Why are you so curious? We'll find out when it's all over."
Even if they didn't know, it didn't matter; they were demon generals who had to complete orders, not little kids who pry into everything. As soon as he finished speaking, a group of beautiful maids swarmed around them, giggling and offering to serve them.
Kinara readily accepted, laughing heartily as he embraced one of them. "I'll go first."
The Asura Palace had separate palaces for each of the four demon generals; with beauties offered to him, he certainly wouldn't let them pass.
"Pervert,"
Yaksha muttered irritably, glaring at the women who were clinging to him, making them take three steps back before striding towards his palace. The remaining two, Kumbhanda and Mahoraga, who didn't get along well, also turned and left in different directions without a word. No one expected that the matter the Asura King had mentioned that morning would unfold so unexpectedly that very night.
Chapter Two.
In the deep of night, even those who indulged in nightly revelry were fast asleep, enveloped by the deep purple, almost inky waters of the lake.
When a barely perceptible tremor resounded, almost no one awoke from their slumber. That was only almost, for in the next instant, a slender, silver-white figure appeared at the source of the tremor. A transparent crack appeared in the barrier between the lake and the Asura Palace. A delicate hand rose, touching the inconspicuous crack in the deep purple water; it appeared flawless, the fingers long and supple, the tips rosy—exquisitely beautiful.
A soft silver light emanated, slowly mending the crack. But before the silver light could dissipate, an even deeper tremor suddenly struck from the lake towards the palace, directly impacting the still-unrepaired crack. A burst of silver light erupted from the tall figure, powerfully repelling the seemingly lifelike attack back outside the barrier. Under the dazzling silver light, the enlarged crack quickly closed, leaving no trace of its former weakness.
The almost blinding silver luster slowly faded, and the incredibly long, silver hair of the newcomer strangely turned black from the ends upwards, creating a two-tone effect: a section of hair turned jet black at the ends, while the rest remained a beautiful platinum blonde.
Confirming the barrier wouldn't break, the newcomer was about to turn and leave when he stopped, sensing someone approaching. He lowered his head, deliberately letting his long hair fall in front of him, obscuring most of his face.
The person who had intruded into this area was Jiu Bancha. In the deep of night, he had inexplicably awoke from the four cardinal directions of the palaces of the Four Demon Generals and the Asura Palace. Sensing a subtle change coming from the opposite corner of his location, he decisively got up, only to find that nothing had happened when he arrived.
Without glancing twice at the snow-white figure standing before the barrier, he strode forward, carefully examining the now undamaged barrier before asking in a low voice, "What did you see?"
He had indeed felt that subtle yet profound shock; it was impossible for the barrier to have been completely unaffected.
"Has anyone been here?"
This place is closest to the palace of Mohouluojia. It makes no sense that he, from the opposite corner, felt the shock, yet she didn't even bother to check. The slender, snow-white figure silently lowered her head and gently shook it.
He glanced at her casually, guessing she was a maid from the Asura Palace. Her long, silver-black hair shone with a striking and dazzling contrast, making him unconsciously look at her again before saying, "You can go now."
He would stay a little longer to figure out what was going on.
Due to its special location, the Asura Palace was inaccessible to anyone except specific individuals. Apart from the twelve high-ranking demon generals who accompanied the Asura King, the entire palace was only occupied by mages guarding the barrier. The rest were all women, either the Asura King's consorts or countless maids, without even a single guard to warn of danger. Under these circumstances, if the barrier were to malfunction at any time, it could destroy the entire Asura Palace before anyone even noticed, and then gradually devour the Demon Realm.
As Jiu Bancha pondered, his eyes caught a glimpse of long, jet-black and platinum hair. He abruptly looked up and saw the woman's retreating figure. She was incredibly beautiful; her long, flowing hair, almost twice the length of her body, trailed on the smooth ground. She wore a simple, snow-white robe, her every step elegant. The aura she exuded was so pure, so unlike anything found in the demon realm, devoid of any evil or debauchery. His sharp, icy blue eyes narrowed warily. He suddenly appeared before her, his large hand flashing out like lightning, seizing her chin and lifting it forcefully, freeing her from the veil of her silver hair, bringing her face directly to his.
The instant he saw her face, his heart pounded violently. He gasped, then forgot how to breathe. She was incomparably beautiful! Unlike the alluring and seductive women of the Demon Realm, her beauty was pure and flawless. Her skin was so white it was almost translucent, her features exquisitely sculpted as if by human hands: willow-leaf eyebrows, a pert nose, and cherry-red lips. Most beautiful of all were her large, watery silver eyes, as if the most brilliant starlight in the world had gathered there, captivating and enchanting.
He opened his mouth, but when he saw a flicker of panic in her eyes, his cold, lifeless heart stirred with pity. He loosened his grip, and after being stunned by her beauty, he slowly furrowed his brow, his hawk-like eyes narrowing warily. "Are you from the Celestial Realm?"
Since the Heavenly Emperor and the Asura King broke ties a hundred years ago for unknown reasons, the Celestial Realm and the Demon Realm had maintained a strict boundary. Not only were interactions between gods and demons forbidden, but even those who crossed the border without permission were severely punished, some even being killed.
Her aura clearly indicated she didn't belong to the Demon Realm; she was from the Celestial Realm.
Even if she had accidentally crossed the border, there was absolutely no way she could have come to this Asura Palace, which existed in another dimension. Moreover, the Asura Palace was inaccessible except to certain individuals. How did she get here? Was it related to the tremor earlier? Did the distorted space cause an unusual change, sweeping her over? But her attitude was too suspicious; she showed no unease. If he hadn't suspected anything, she could have secretly infiltrated the Asura Palace unnoticed.
His large hand unconsciously tightened its grip on her fair chin again. He tensed, his aura radiating a menacing intensity as he considered the possible consequences of a celestial being appearing in the Asura Palace.
"How did you get here?"
Seeing the flicker in her eyes, he swiftly erected a restrictive barrier, sealing off any magic she might unleash. She let out a silent "Ah," her delicate face showing slight annoyance.
"Speak."
He suddenly wanted to laugh. It was the first time someone had so easily stirred his positive emotions; it was strange and novel.
She pushed his hand away; without magic, she couldn't resist him. Biting her lower lip, she suddenly became angry and kicked him without thinking. He was extremely surprised, glanced down, and then looked up to see her defiantly raised eyebrows. He suddenly released her and burst into laughter. His large silver eyes showed clear astonishment, as if he had seen a monster. He knew he never laughed, but she made him want to laugh. Looking down at her, who only reached his shoulder but proudly looked up at him with her small face, a small flame quickly ignited in his icy blue eyes.
She could make him want to laugh, and she could also easily arouse his desire to devour her. She suddenly blinked hard, took two steps back, and quickly turned and ran. He smiled. Since she understood that he had aroused desire, she should also understand that people from the Demon Realm would never suppress their desires once they were aroused. Watching her slender figure flee, he smiled and appeared in front of her in a flash, causing her to crash headfirst into his broad arms.
"So eager?"
He chuckled, a rare moment of tenderness stirring within him. "Looks like you're no stranger to male desire, so there's no need for pretense."
She glared at him, then kicked out again.
He laughed heartily, his hands swiftly grasping her slender waist, effortlessly hoisting her light body onto his broad shoulders. Ignoring her struggles, he patted her round, pert bottom with amusement. "Save your energy for the bed. I haven't touched a woman in ages." Still relying on his hands? How could that possibly bring pleasure? [The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam: Forum reputation guaranteed, top-selling Space Cup! A highly realistic molded vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, closely mimicking female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience… Intense and irresistible! Click to enter...
] This meant he would thoroughly cherish her.
She gasped loudly, then resisted even more fiercely. He laughed and returned to his palace as quickly as possible. With a flick of his arm, he tossed her lightly onto the soft, enormous bed.
He looked down at her flushed face, and before she could scramble to her feet and lunge at him, he had already removed his robe. Beneath the deep blue robe with gold trim lay a naked, robust physique, his bronze, sensual muscles perfectly proportioned, without a trace of excess fat, broad shoulders, narrow hips, powerful, long limbs, and an already erect and throbbing member.
He caught her as she lunged at him, and as her small fists swung wildly, his large hand swiftly tore at her snow-white robe. "Hmm, your skin is very tender, you've just come of age, haven't you?"
He tossed aside the white rags and grasped her soft, snow-white breasts, thoroughly satisfied with the feel. She froze, her wide silver eyes filled with disbelief, staring blankly down at the bronze hand on her fair left breast.
He casually hooked one arm around her slender waist, and with the other hand began to knead and twist. "Isn't it comfortable?"
He lowered his head, his hot breath brushing against her delicate ear.
Suddenly, she reacted like a kitten whose tail had been tickled, kicking and thrashing about, even biting his shoulder hard.
He watched her futile resistance with amusement. "I don't force women, trust me, you'll like it."
With that, he grabbed her long, platinum-black hair that had spilled all over the floor, making her release her grip in pain, and then lowered his head to seal her small, cherry-like lips with his.
She protested whimpering in his mouth, her small hands clutching his hair, but she couldn't pull away. He sucked intensely on her tender lips, even biting her lower lip, pulling and forcing her mouth open.
She winced in pain, and as soon as she opened her teeth, he forcefully thrust his tongue inside, penetrating to the deepest point, rubbing against her tongue as she tried to escape. His large hand had already released her hair, one hand pressing down on her shapely buttocks, tightly restraining his already surging desire, while the other hand repeatedly slid along her slender back, loving the moist, tender feeling.
She couldn't breathe; her lips ached from the kisses. Her entire body was forced pressed against his strong frame, her breasts rubbing against his hard chest. Her lower abdomen was being pressed and throbbing against his massive, hard, and burning penis. She struggled angrily, but to no avail, only making it harder to breathe, a strange heat rising in her chest.
He felt her stop pulling his hair and instead clench her fists and swing them at his shoulders. He wanted to laugh, but what escaped his lips was a groan, "God, you're amazing."
Her small, hard nipples, rubbing against his chest from the struggle, rolled against his pectoral muscles, occasionally brushing against his equally aroused nipples—it felt incredibly good.
Using the strength of his legs, he pressed her deeply into the soft bed, his large hands parting her long, slender legs with his powerful hips, his massive, purplish-red head pressing against her most secret and delicate opening.
He groaned, unable to resist thrusting back and forth, using her petals to temporarily soothe his aching, yearning member.
Unable to close her legs to escape, her sensitive opening, rubbed and pressed by his firm penis, became wet, a strange pleasure gathering in her lower abdomen, causing her to furrow her brow and let out a soft moan.
He looked up sharply. "You're not mute?"
The short, soft voice was clear, but he heard it. "I like a woman's passionate voice; it excites me."
A wicked smile crept across his face. He grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head, while his other hand grasped her tender breasts, playing with them wantonly. "I really want to devour them; they're so tender."
He couldn't resist lowering his head, opening his mouth to suckle her trembling breasts as deeply as possible, sucking hard as if trying to draw out milk. She shook her head restlessly, her strength eroded by his touch, and could only helplessly accept the waves of unfamiliar pleasure washing over her.
"So tender."
He opened his mouth, releasing her rosy, glistening breasts, glistening with his moisture, beautiful beyond compare. "Do you like it?"
He didn't forget her feelings, his tongue teasingly pressing against her erect nipples, teasingly lifting them. The tingling pleasure made her arch her back and let out a soft moan.
"You've fallen for it, haven't you?"
He chuckled contentedly, the heat and wetness from his lower abdomen turning his icy blue eyes a deep inky blue. "You're wet, little thing."
His large hand slid down her delicate curves, between her irresistibly drawn legs, temporarily withdrawing his thirsty member, gently teasing the soft clitoris between her petals.
She gasped heavily, her slender waist twisting as she tried to escape.
"Naughty,"
he chuckled, gazing into her lust-filled silver eyes, persistently caressing that sensitive clitoris until her eyes were hazy, her hips twisting not in escape, but in response. Only then did he slowly insert his middle finger into her slippery opening. She opened her eyes in horror, panicking once more. He soothingly kissed her earlobe, "So small, you're so delicate and petite, even this part is so small, how intoxicating it must be."
He tentatively inserted shallowly, then withdrew, then went a little deeper, then withdrew again, until her inner muscles no longer completely resisted. Only then did he confidently bury his long finger fully inside, beginning a slow, rhythmic thrusting.
She arched her back, her delicate brows furrowed tightly, clearly disliking it. He pressed his thumb against the clitoris outside her vulva, slowly enticing her. She then opened her large, hazy eyes, coquettishly following his movements, awkwardly shifting her small buttocks.
"So good,"
he sighed, closing his eyes, feeling her vulva like a tiny mouth, tightly enveloping his finger, resisting when he entered, yet clinging and following when he withdrew.
The sensation was so exquisite; he couldn't imagine the exhilarating pleasure when he truly entered her.
His movements caused a rapid buildup of pleasure within her body, radiating from her lower abdomen, yet simultaneously bringing a strange emptiness, making her both happy and uncomfortable. As her whole body began to tremble slightly, he clenched his jaw. "Almost there."
His thumb suddenly pressed hard against her clitoris, rotating rapidly, while his middle finger thrust quickly.
She frowned, her vaginal opening convulsing involuntarily as he penetrated her. The sharp pleasure suddenly collapsed, and she involuntarily arched her back against his wrist, allowing his fingers to remain deep inside her, letting out a joyful scream. He lowered his eyes, admiring her beauty at the moment of climax. Her flushed, sweaty face was so alluring and charming. At this moment, she was tainted with a decadent aura by him, incredibly seductive.
"You're sucking me so tight,"
he praised, soothingly moving his fingers slowly for a while before completely withdrawing. He lubricated his massive member with the love fluid flowing from his hands before releasing her hands, which would no longer resist. His large hands pushed her legs to their maximum angle.
"Bite on me, it'll hurt."
He lifted her head, pressing it against his shoulder, and held her buttocks with his other hand to prevent her from moving. He aimed his thick, hard head at her still-open slit, and with a thrust of his hips, forcefully pried open her tight passage. In a daze, the intense pain jolted her so much that she bit down on his shoulder, her hands digging into his back, tears streaming down her face.
Compared to the ecstasy of the tight grip of his massive penis, the pain in her shoulders was insignificant. He groaned with satisfaction, cupped her buttocks with both hands, pulled back a little, and thrust forward again. This time, he gritted his teeth and resisted the strong resistance from her tight opening. His enormous shaft was fully buried inside, the head striking firmly against the most tender bud of her deepest, most secret place. He roared with pleasure. She wept from the tearing pain and the feeling of being completely filled.
Feeling the dampness on his shoulder, he knew she had cried, but her scent was more intoxicating than he had imagined, making it impossible for him to let go. He gripped her buttocks tightly. "I'm going to move,"
he told her, knowing she wouldn't listen. He withdrew, she tightened, quickly closing her mouth again, he thrust in, forcing her to open, her inner core being heavily pounded. She whimpered, the intense pain and sharp pleasure clashing contradictorily; whether he withdrew or thrust in, she experienced both pain and pleasure.
"Ah…"
she cried, her teeth loosening, collapsing weakly against the mattress, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her stunningly beautiful voice was as exquisite as she was. Overwhelmed by desire, he felt only excitement, failing to notice that this heavenly voice sounded somewhat familiar.
As she gradually accepted his pace of intrusion, he slowly increased his speed, carefully changing angles, searching for her sensitive spots, striving to bring her the same pleasure as he did. As he slid between their joined genitals, pinching her engorged, sensitive nipple, she cried out with her eyes closed, "No more..."
Her vaginal muscles tightened rapidly, and she shook her head, clearly pushed to the boiling point of pleasure.
"Not yet."
He could no longer restrain himself, and began a fierce, unrestrained thrusting. Each time, the hard tip of his thick shaft slammed into her tender depths, the heavy friction and twisting forcing her overly small passage to its limit, using the unparalleled pleasure that suffocated him to corrode his soul. She was swept into a wild and savage paradise of pleasure by his powerful and rapid thrusts. The endless, overwhelming pleasure, without any breath, made it difficult for her, who was experiencing desire for the first time, to enjoy it. "I really can't... please..."
She curled up weakly, like an abandoned kitten, pitiful and endearing. He wanted to pity her, but her delicate posture and tear stains only fueled the beast within him, and he uncontrollably indulged himself within her extremely contracted vagina. Only when she was crying so hard she could barely breathe did he reach his climax, roaring as he forcefully thrust into her deepest depths, embedding himself in the crevice of her heart, powerfully ejaculating all his desire.
She could no longer withstand any more orgasms; after receiving the bullet-like, scalding assault within her, she cried out and fainted. She lay on her side on the soft, comfortable bed, and he, chin in hand, gazed intently at her.
Never before had any woman given him such a satisfying feeling. Taking her hand, he was secretly amazed; never before had anyone's skin been so perfect.
Her entire body was flawless, pure white and translucent like jade. Aside from the large area marked by his kisses, the remaining untouched skin was snow-white and tender. Her hands, slender and white, with rounded fingertips and palms bearing a soft rosy hue, were unbelievably beautiful. Such a stunningly beautiful person, if she had truly been in the Demon Realm for some time, how could she still be a virgin? She should have been thoroughly devoured long ago.
People from the demon realm are exceptionally sensitive to purity, and possess an absolute desire to destroy it. Falling into his hands was lucky for both of them; at least he would refrain from devouring her whole, instead keeping her to cherish her slowly. She stirred within him a desire he had never felt before to truly love someone. He leaned down, gently kissing every inch of her tender skin, so soft it made him want to bite it, then gently kissing it repeatedly with tender affection. After a long,
long time, she slowly opened her eyes, her large, silver eyes brimming with tears. When she saw him so close, her expression clearly showed a moment of stunned silence, followed by a brief confusion and then a surge of fury. He smiled and looked down at her. "You're awake, my little darling."
She suddenly narrowed her silver eyes, her small, white hand slowly rising to press against his well-defined, muscular chest. He raised an eyebrow, not taking her caress as affection. "What's wrong?"
Her expression was one of burning rage, and suddenly she clapped her hands together.
He felt a powerful force strike his chest, catching him off guard and sending him flying. He crashed into the opposite wall, creating a huge crater. Before he could even react, she had already wrapped herself in the bedsheet with lightning speed, followed by a barrage of relentless and merciless attacks. How could she be so powerful? He had no time to wonder; her attacks required him to concentrate all his mind to resist, leaving him both astonished and shocked. Suddenly
, a blinding silver light erupted from her body, her moves becoming increasingly ferocious and vicious, her attacks growing ever more powerful. In just a few moves, she had blasted his palace to pieces. His body also suddenly glowed with a deep blue light. He was still naked, but his expression had turned serious and completely focused; he could no longer afford to be distracted by her attacks.
Just as the two were locked in a fierce struggle, both unleashing their full power, clearly intending to perish together, a dazzling golden sphere of light suddenly enveloped her entire body, causing his attack to miss and rendering her attack ineffective.
Enraged, she glared at him, her heavenly voice escaping her lips: "Kyubancha, you're dead!"
What on earth was happening? Staring in astonishment at her and the golden sphere of light, he suddenly noticed that her large eyes had turned pure black, and her long, platinum and black hair had completely transformed into a glossy, jet-black.
"You—"
Before he could even ask, she vanished from his sight, leaving him bewildered.
"I heard your palace making a racket early this morning. What, did you start renovating a little too early?"
Kinnara yawned, standing at the entrance to his palace, exchanging bewildered glances with Kyubancha, who had dragged him away to question her.
Jiubancha's cold face was very serious. "Do you know who in this Asura Palace has magical power that can rival mine?"
Incredible. His magical power was only lower than the Asura King's. Besides him, only the other three Demon Generals could contend with him. How could a celestial being who suddenly appeared force him to use his full strength? Kinnara glanced at him, his expression somewhat bored. "Yes, the King and the three of us."
"Anyone else?"
He slowly frowned. Shaking his head, "If so, then it's the five Demon Generals."
Hundreds of years ago, the positions of the demons were determined by the level of their magical power. Just by looking at their positions, one could tell how powerful they were. He pondered for a moment, then changed the subject, "Do you know which woman's hair changes color when she uses magic?"
Kinnara's expression immediately became strange. He leaned lazily against a thick pillar, chuckling, "Oh? You don't know?"
Seeing the hidden meaning in Kinnara's words, Jiubancha stared at him coldly, "If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you."
If this rogue hadn't claimed to have firsthand information on all the women in the entire demon realm, he wouldn't have come looking for him.
Amused by his probing, Kinnara thought for a moment before smiling, "Tell me why you want to know, and I'll consider whether to tell you."
Seeing Kinnara's clearly expectant gaze, Jiubancha frowned, "Because this woman's abilities are enough to rival mine."
He suspected he might even be able to completely defeat her. If she hadn't mysteriously disappeared this morning, their fate would have been mutual destruction. Kinnara's lips twitched. Was this man an idiot? In the entire Demon Realm, who else, besides the only female among the Four Demon Generals, Mohouluojia, could rival one of the Four Demon Generals?
"What's with that expression?"
It's like she's had a stroke.
"My expression is one of disbelief that you're this stupid."
Kinara chuckled dryly. Even if Kubancha usually disliked Mohouluojia, surely she knew that her platinum hair changed length and color depending on the level of her magic? This wasn't news, at least not among high-ranking noble demons. Considering that throwing a punch would likely result in another fight, Kubancha lowered her eyes, turned, and left. Too lazy to argue with him anymore; if he didn't want to tell her, so be it. He'd find the answer himself.
"Hey..."
Unable to believe that the person had just walked away so rudely, Kinnara's mouth gaped open before he angrily closed it. A hint of malice flashed in his beautiful purple eyes. He had made up his mind: he would never tell that bastard Mohouluojia about the change in his hair, and he would generously mislead him appropriately so that he would never know whose hair had changed!
Before Jiubancha could even think about how to find that woman, a powerful tremor suddenly came from around the Shura Palace, causing everyone to scream. Apart from resisting the shock and patching up the gaps in the barrier, he had no time to consider anything else. By the time the chaos subsided, half a day had passed. "Is this what the King meant?" The Yaksha,
who had been repairing the barrier until his head bumped, withdrew his black light, greeted Kumbhanda, and then looked at the deep and shallow blue lake outside the transparent barrier with undisguised surprise. Mermaids swam around, and there was no indication of the extent of the damage that had occurred. "I didn't expect the pressure of the distorted space to be so immense."
After confirming that the barrier was fine, Kumbhanda glanced at the Yaksha, pondered for a moment, and then spoke, "Yaksha, you know..."
Before he could finish speaking, Kinnara flew over from afar, grinning, "Hey? Looks like the battle here is quite fierce. I was luckier; Mahoraga could handle it all by himself. I came over to see if I needed any help."
The Yaksha was still studying the sudden tremor and didn't notice Kinnara's winking and grinning. "Kumbhanda, have you figured out who it is?"
Wasn't he the one who wanted to ask the Yaksha? He wouldn't give him the chance!
"Who? What? Who?"
Yaksha paused briefly, continuing to study the vast, unfathomable lake.
"No one."
His expression was somewhat unpleasant; knowing Kinnara was clearly trying to cause trouble, Kumbhanda merely glanced at Kinnara before turning and leaving. Quietly walking alone through the enormous Asura Palace, ignoring the countless beautiful women who bowed or whispered among themselves, he unknowingly arrived at the southern end of the Asura Palace, within the palace grounds of Mahoraga—the very place where he had met the woman the previous night.
Looking up at the tranquil, beautiful azure lake, he was slightly lost in thought. Was that woman, with her pure and clean aura, truly from the Heavenly Realm? How did she get here? What was the meaning of the golden orb that appeared this morning? Gold was the Asura King's eye color, the color of his power. The one who took her away must have been the Asura King, but what was her relationship with him? She was a virgin; why hadn't the Asura King touched a rare and powerful celestial being like her? Furthermore, why didn't the Asura King summon him to meet and demand an explanation for what happened last night? The doubts come and go, swirling and intertwining.
He lowered his eyes, clearing away all the chaos. His mind was filled with that pure, exquisitely beautiful face: silver, watery eyes; flawless, snow-white skin; a curvaceous figure; a delicate, jade-like body… A familiar desire surged through him. He coldly curled his lips, his deep blue eyes flashing with anger. For the first time in his life, what he wanted had slipped through his fingers. How could he not be furious? Not only did he not know the other's identity, but the one hindering him was none other than the Asura King himself.
His anger deepened, because he knew without thinking that, apart from the Emperor of Heaven, no one in the world could contend with the Asura King's unfathomable power. Having witnessed the Asura King's abilities, he was acutely aware of his own limitations. Even as one of the Four Demon Generals, he estimated he couldn't even withstand a single hair of the Asura King's power.
Damn it, how could he go find that woman in this state? The woman who, for the first time in a hundred years, had aroused his possessive desire. Annoyed, he turned around and bumped into Mahoraga, who happened to be passing by in the distance. Sensing his presence, Mahoraga abruptly turned around, radiating intense killing intent.
Jiubancha was somewhat taken aback. He disliked Mahoraga intensely because her tightly wrapped-up appearance made her seem as if she were ashamed, which disgusted him. But Mahoraga's nature was as still as water; aside from obeying the Asura King's orders, she never deliberately attracted attention, nor did she seem interested in anyone, let alone harbor murderous intent. What had he done to make her want to kill him? A cold smile played on his lips; he wouldn't mind personally beating someone he disliked.
In the distance, Mahoraga remained clad in her close-fitting silver armor, her gleaming silver mask outlining her exquisitely beautiful features. Her expression was blank, yet she exuded a deep, murderous aura. He met her gaze coldly, without uttering a word. Suddenly, Mohouluojia turned and left, her arrogant anger following.
He chuckled, about to leave, but then, noticing Mohouluojia's incredibly long platinum hair, he paused. The smooth hair trailed on the polished ground, almost twice her height, its beautiful, dazzling sheen feeling strangely familiar, so familiar that he almost thought it belonged to the same person he had held in his palm last night and this morning. He shook his head, a mocking sneer playing on his lips. The hair color was completely different. What was he thinking? Besides, that was Mohouluojia, the Mohouluojia he hated most in the entire demon realm.
Meanwhile, Jiubancha, finding no trace of her, pondered for several days before deciding on the most old-fashioned method: waiting at the spot where he first met the little woman, hoping she would appear on her own. Although he didn't know if she would actually show herself, her appearance seemed related to the changes in the barrier, and it was late at night. So, as soon as night fell and all was quiet, Jiu Bancha would automatically awaken, unleashing his full range of senses. If the barrier fluctuated in any direction, he would be the first to arrive.
After more than a dozen disappointments, he finally caught up with the person he was looking for. In the stillness of the night, at the southern end of the Shura Palace, the barrier trembled. When he arrived, he encountered that slender, snow-white figure that he had longed for so intensely it ached. Looking at her long, flowing black and platinum hair trailing on the ground, a determined smile spread across his face. Before she could even turn around, he was upon her, sealing all her magic and knocking her unconscious. Catching her limp body, she only had time to see his charmingly handsome face. A flash of anger crossed her surprised, bright silver eyes before she reluctantly collapsed into his arms.
Holding her petite and light body, he smiled with satisfaction and triumph as he turned back to his palace. She awoke to a burning, unbearable heat coursing through her body, a strange mix of scalding heat and intense discomfort, yet also a strange anticipation. She groaned, lifting her long eyelashes to meet the gaze of a strikingly handsome man. His deep blue eyes, filled with lust, met hers. Then, a low chuckle rose in his lips. "You're awake, my darling."
She gasped in shock. Last time, she had only sensed it, not seen it with her own eyes. Now, seeing his penis up close—almost as thick and long as her arm—how could it penetrate such a small place?
"Hungry?"
he chuckled, teasingly grasping his proud, erect member, sliding it up and down. "I'll feed you properly in a moment, but before that, I'll teach you a lesson."
Straightening his tall frame, he lifted her snow-white chin, greedily caressing her delicate skin. "You can't live without me."
He uttered this arrogant vow, then forcefully sealed her lips with his.
This arrogant man! She twisted and struggled in anger and protest, but her magic was sealed and her body was locked, making it impossible for her to escape his invasion. He kissed her lips fiercely as if punishing her, the kiss hurting her. Then his tongue forced into her mouth, ruthlessly teasing and provoking her tongue, rubbing back and forth, causing her to tremble from the bottom of her heart.
"So sweet, I will always remember how sweet you are."
He withdrew, looking down at her hazy breathing, her swollen red lips showing his roughness, as if branded with his mark. He smiled with satisfaction, "Little vixen, once you've tasted me, you'll never leave me."
Two slender fingers slid into her panting mouth, playing with her little tongue, teasing the wet saliva. He lowered his head and opened his mouth as wide as possible to take her tender breasts into his mouth, sucking hard, while his other hand grasped the other breast, kneading it wantonly.
A sharp, tingling, and pleasurable sensation made her let out a soft moan from her throat. His thick, long fingers gripped her tongue, rubbing and twisting it savagely. He bit down on her breast with one hand and squeezed it with the other, the three pleasures driving her wild. He sucked and licked with abandon, teasing her nipple until it hardened, then sucked hard, as if trying to extract milk. His large hand, playing with her other breast, flicked, pinched, and pulled.
The forceful and brutal play was unbearable for her; her pink breasts swelled and turned red, glistening with his saliva, beautiful yet wanton and sensitive. The pain mixed with stimulation made her arch her back uncontrollably, as if trying to offer her breasts into his mouth.
"So beautiful,"
he said, opening his mouth and releasing her trembling, red breast, connected by a thread of saliva. He looked up at her fiery red face, her pure aura forcibly tainted with lust, utterly seductive. "You like this, don't you?"
He pinched her nipple hard with his large hand, causing her to tremble violently, before chuckling as he withdrew his hand.
She trembled violently from the intense pleasure, her small mouth open, panting rapidly. The saliva he had stirred up with his fingers couldn't be swallowed and slid down her delicate lips, looking incredibly lewd. He stuck out his tongue, scooped up her saliva, and swirled it into his mouth. "It tastes so good. I wonder if the juices from your other mouth are just as wonderful?"
His large hand slid down, finding the cleft between her forced-open legs, and he chuckled with delight. "So wet. So even little things from heaven are this lewd?" Her
sensitive clitoris was touched, and she cried out, arching her body and tensing up.
He chuckled deeply. "Sensitive enough. You need to be properly trained."
With that, he withdrew and sat back down on the cushion.
Deprived of the powerful warmth and seductive caresses, she opened her watery silver eyes in confusion, her whole body radiating aroused desire. She felt extremely uncomfortable. Why did he leave?
"Don't rush."
Seeing her confusion, he chuckled, shamelessly playing with his throbbing erection in front of her, rubbing it up and down. He admired the stunningly beautiful blush spreading across her body. "Let me play a little game with you first."
He flicked his free hand. Instantly, she felt countless tiny claws grasping the delicate petals protecting her vulva, parting them to the sides. What was that? Startled, she cried out softly, her long hair immediately being clamped down from behind, preventing her from looking down.
"Don't be afraid, it's the summoned tree demons. These little things know how to manipulate desire. Enjoy it slowly."
He laughed wickedly, lazily stretching his long legs as he masturbated, watching the exquisite woman before him being toyed with by the demon. Thin, long tentacles probed into her delicate opening. She cried out softly, her eyes narrowing. The feeling of being violated was unpleasant, but as the tiny tentacles caressed the tender flesh within her private slit, pleasure surged forth. The more tentacles penetrated, the greater the pleasure.
She tilted her head back, swaying her hips weakly, as if trying to shake off the continuously pushing tentacles, or perhaps craving more. The writhing tentacles gradually filled her narrow opening, probing extremely deep, reaching even her most sensitive core, and still trying to penetrate further. She shook her head and cried out softly; the tingling pleasure was too stimulating! She was somewhat afraid of such depth, but just as she unconsciously tightened her lower abdomen, trying to expel the tentacles from her body, more and more tentacles relentlessly pushed in, mercilessly stretching open her delicate little flower, expanding it to its limit.
"Ah...no...too much..."
she cried out softly, unable to resist, she could only sway her slender waist, unaware that this only made her more alluring and captivating. Her heavenly plea made his heart pound, a cruel, beastly roar urging him to devour her. He lowered his eyes and smiled, almost gently soothingly, "Bear with it. How can you eat me if you don't get used to those little things first?"
From his angle, he could clearly see the tiny brown tendrils wriggling, widening her vulva, abundant, clear sap being squeezed out, wetting the sheets below her thighs and knees—an irresistible temptation. She shook her head, unable to bear it, swaying her beautiful hips, "Let them out, please...ah..."
A thin tendril coiled around the engorged pearl in the platinum pubic hair at her vulva, the sharp pleasure instantly making her cry out, "Ahhhhhh..."
The tendril wrapped around the protruding clitoris, rubbing back and forth, even coiling and tightening, quickly pushing her pleasure to its peak.
Just as the sweet and forbidden climax arrived, she tightly closed her eyes, her lower abdomen convulsing, clenching her vagina. At the same time, she felt the tiny tendrils piercing her anus, and cried out in humiliation and excitement, "There...no..."
"It'll feel better there."
He slowly caressed his huge penis, which was already dripping with juice from his restraint, smiling as he watched her beauty, deeply immersed in desire. "Accept it, let it play with you to its heart's content, but don't clench too tightly, or it will break."
She was both shocked and afraid, wanting to relax but unable to. The climax made her contract, and fear made her even tighter. But those stubborn, thin tendrils pierced her delicate anus one by one, like a thin wall separating her vagina, turning over every inch of tender flesh inside, probing deeply, squeezing as much as possible, and finally stretching her anus wide open, filling both her front and back mouths completely, leaving no gaps.
An unprecedented pleasure overwhelmed her, she cried out softly, writhing. The thicket of tendrils within her two shameful, secret orifices grew thicker and deeper. It even began to rhythmically strike her deepest clitoris, rubbing against her most sensitive spots, arousing her unbearable ecstasy.
The second orgasm came with overwhelming force. After her body tensed, she limply hung there, her beautiful, flushed body trembling, her breasts heaving, fluids overflowing, the air thick with the scent of desire.
"Do you like it?"
he asked hoarsely, gripping his own erection. She nodded haphazardly, unable to think clearly.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
he laughed.
"Yes…"
Her heavenly plea was so irresistible to any man. He flicked away the spell, removing all the restraints from her body. He watched her fall backward onto the soft bed. "Then open your legs as wide as you can, good girl."
"Good girl."
He smiled with satisfaction, bent down and crawled forward, kneeling between her legs. He lifted her delicate buttocks with his large hands, kneading them to make her twist. Then he cupped her little bottom, positioning her moist, red mouth against his massive penis. The immense pressure and the sudden stretch to its limit were incomparable to the gradually expanding tentacles. She screamed, trying to escape the terrible invasion, but he firmly grasped her buttocks, thrusting into her without any mercy. Instantly, earth-shattering pain and pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to arch her slender waist and involuntarily tighten her lower abdomen, sucking on the huge, hard penis that was thrusting into her deepest part.
"So tight, even after I've already played with you once, it's still so tight."
He roared with satisfaction, his large hands grabbing her delicate breasts. With a deep thrust, he moved his powerful waist wildly, using her almost-breaking vagina to soothe his throbbing penis. The rough thrusting, the rapid stretching and withdrawal, forced her to accept and adapt. She screamed and writhed in the overwhelming pleasure of being invaded, her lower body felt like it was going to break from his thrusting, her breasts were being ruthlessly rubbed and pulled. "Ahhhhh...too fast, please...slow down...I can't take it..."
Having only experienced lust once, how could she bear his beastly abuse?
"Bear with it, you'll beg me to go harder in a bit."
He roared through gritted teeth, thrusting cruelly and relentlessly, gripping her breasts tightly. He wantonly abused that small opening, pounding in heavily, causing juices to splatter everywhere, withdrawing briefly, then pounding in again, deeply striking her core, forcibly opening a slit, letting his erect iron rod plunge in hard, and then in again. Her small body trembled violently from the force of his thrusts. The stark contrast between his massive, muscular frame and her petite form only intensified his savage and unrestrained passion.
"I can't take it anymore..."
she cried out, the fiery pleasure nearing its peak... "Ahhh... there..."
Suddenly, he realized her heightened arousal as he touched a certain spot, and immediately shifted his angle wildly, pounding and thrusting relentlessly into that soft flesh. Her cries of unbearable pleasure reached their climax, her entire body convulsing intensely.
Enjoying the unparalleled, agonizing pleasure, he triumphantly shouted, "You want more, you wanty vixen?"
Ignoring her spasms, he continued his brutal, rapid thrusts.
"Ahhh... yes... yes..."
She had lost all reason; passion and desire consumed her. She even actively arched her back to meet his beastly assault. Excited by her cries and pleas, he growled, "You little slut, scream louder! Beg me to fuck you!"
His large hand released her hot, twisted breasts, sliding down to her buttocks, smearing his hand with her love juices, before forcefully thrusting into her delicate anus. She cried out wantonly, "So exciting... ahhh... fuck me... please fuck me..."
The pleasure ravaged from both ends was too much for her to bear!
"Give me another orgasm, baby, one more time!"
He pounded into her vagina, his fingers rapidly probing her anus, eliciting cries and convulsions from her body before he roared and ejaculated, her body still tightly sucking him.
As he thrust slowly against her, prolonging the pleasure, she collapsed onto the bed, panting, almost unable to believe that she had just wantonly begged him to fuck her. Humiliation and anger welled up in her bright, watery eyes, and without thinking, she grabbed his large hand and bit it. He scoffed at her provocation, offering only a light laugh. "Not enough?"
He pinched her breast, eliciting a gasp from her open mouth before letting out a deep laugh. He slowly withdrew his soft yet still frighteningly large penis from her tight body.
Instantly, their bodily fluids flowed freely. With a wave of his hand, he used magic to clean the sheets, then pulled her down to lie on the bed. "Don't struggle, or I'll make you beg me for mercy again."
He dropped the despicable threat, satisfied with his still-moving embrace, and lowered his head to lick her captivatingly soft skin. She wanted to smash something over his head. "You should let me go."
Her melodious voice was hoarse with desire.
"I'm not full yet,"
he chuckled, caressing her entire body with irresistible affection. "I love your wantonness, so cute and exciting."
She listened to his lewd praise with shame, feeling both angry and regretful. She had been too careless; once her magic was sealed, anyone could toy with her as they pleased…
Damn it, the defensive spell he cast this time was much stronger than last time; she wondered how long it would take to break through it.
He slowly bit her tender fingertips, sucking and nibbling on each one, his soft tongue swirling around the sensitive gaps between her fingers, enjoying the delicate texture of her skin. The seductive teasing made her breath quicken, her desire lingering and impossible to dissipate. She glared at him in shame and anger, trying to pull her hand away, but he held her wrist firmly, preventing her from moving.
“Don’t rush, I want to savor every part of you.”
He smiled wickedly, his dark blue eyes teasingly fixed on her. “Your body is so tender, soft, and fragrant; it’s worth spending a whole day on it.”
As he spoke, he traced his tongue across her palm. She gasped softly, glaring angrily at this lewd and shameless man.
“If you’re bored, you can go to sleep,”
he kindly offered. He treated her like a dessert, licking, sucking, and biting her; it would be a miracle if she could sleep! Looking into those watery, silvery eyes that seemed to be spitting fire, his heart softened; he was utterly captivated. He said in a low voice, "Then how about trying me?" He
generously displayed his proud, imposing physique.
She snorted, disdainfully turning her head away. Did he think everyone liked to bite like him? She chuckled softly, her deep laughter incredibly sexy. He didn't care, continuing to slowly savor the feast he had been waiting for. Nothing could stop him from tasting her; this time, he was determined to taste her thoroughly, devour her completely, and satisfy his craving for her.
Her fair, translucent skin was quickly sucked until it turned a rosy red, beautiful marks overlapping and enveloping her body. Her breathing grew faster and faster, her delicate body undulating with his lips and tongue. When he had bitten all over her rounded toes and rolled his wicked tongue towards the inside of her thighs, she finally cried out, pushing his head away, unwilling to let him continue his debauchery. His
penis was so huge that even the most lewd witch would find it hard to bear. This little thing must be having a hard time swallowing. Look at those delicate petals, rubbed red and swollen, a pitiful look of being ravaged, yet strangely igniting the beastly desire deep within him to ravage it once more.
"You're annoying." Her
angry protest was soft and weak, like a coquettish plea. She covered her vulva with her hands, not wanting him to see it all. When her palms touched the hot, wetness, she cried out softly, trembling as she closed her eyes, feeling ashamed of the wetness of her part.
"You feel wet?"
He chuckled, pulling her wrists apart with one hand to examine her delicate, trembling vulva closely. "You're stunningly beautiful, why are you covering up?" Her
platinum hair, glistening with moisture, accentuated her small, pearly vulva. The beautiful petals and the alluring opening between them, releasing fluids, were so tempting that his semi-erect member instantly became erect and throbbing, yearning to plunge back into that narrow opening and indulge in unrestrained pleasure.
"It's so small, that's why it's so tight."
Judging by her size, her opening could only accommodate two of his thick fingers at most. When he fully entered, the way she stretched to her limit made his eyes darken. "Her petals must have been stretched into a line to accommodate me, right?" He
couldn't resist reaching out a finger to tease the crimson rose petals.
She gasped softly. Her body, already aroused by his words and overflowing with desire, was incredibly sensitive. His sudden touch made her tremble even more. She tried to close her legs, but he knelt between them, spreading her long legs wide, leaving her completely defenseless and at his mercy.
"I wonder if it hurts inside."
He smiled wickedly, his thick middle finger, lubricated by her love juice, squeezing into her narrow opening and thrusting deeply. The warmth and tightness of the grip made him sigh, "So comfortable..."
The pleasure from the intrusion made her moan softly, "No..."
Her opening was still sensitive and a little sore. He just inserted it like that, both uncomfortable and pleasurable.
"It's just one finger."
He soothed her gently, his nimble middle finger bending and rotating, causing her whole body to tremble. "So wet, my semen should still be inside, right?"
The lewd words made her blush. The wicked finger inside her rubbed against her tender flesh, bringing her both pleasure and shame.
"I remember you have a sensitive spot."
He stared intently at her every subtle expression, his middle finger buried deep inside her warm, secret place, carefully searching every spot. There it was—a slightly raised, soft flesh. When his fingertip slid over it, she would twist her waist violently. "It's here, isn't it?" He
maliciously probed deeply.
"Ahhh..."
she cried out softly, her whole body convulsing.
"Do you like it?"
Taking advantage of her distraction, he also squeezed his index finger into the narrow opening, spreading her legs, the two fingers working together, alternating or playing with that soft flesh.
"You're bullying me..."
she writhed, her wrists restrained, the wicked pleasure building up, igniting her fire.
"I love you."
He leaned down, biting into her swaying, tender breast, suddenly sucking hard, his fingers also pinching and pulling at the flesh. Her whole body stiffened, convulsing violently, "Ahhh..."
An overwhelming pleasure swept over her, she was powerless to resist being pushed into orgasm.
"You've climaxed, little darling."
He chuckled deeply, greedily watching her pure aura tainted by lust, a surge of desire coursing through him. "I really want to play with you until you're ruined, to make you a woman who can't live without me."
Such beauty, even devouring her wouldn't satisfy him. His wicked words made her tremble again, an electric shock coursing through her body. She gasped, opening her watery silver eyes, two of his fingers still deeply inserted into her lower body. Suddenly, she smiled, breathtakingly beautiful and alluring, "You can't have me, Jiu Ban Cha."
He narrowed his eyes, then suddenly thrust his fingers forward forcefully.
"Ah…"
She arched her slender waist, trying to ease his impact.
"You're in my arms right now, how could I not have you?"
He wouldn't let her leave again, his two fingers beginning to move, from slow to fast, deliberately giving her no chance to catch her breath. She swayed her hips seductively, enveloped in unparalleled pleasure. She gasped, "I won't be careless again... Ahhh..."
The pleasure was coming again...
Suddenly, unexpectedly, he bent down with his massive body, opening his mouth to take her most intimate part into his mouth!
His hot yet soft and firm lips sucked, his agile and teasing tongue traced her contours, and the extreme pleasure exploded quickly. She frantically thrust her beautiful buttocks upwards, "No..." It
was too shameful! He ignored her, his thick, long fingers slowing their thrusts, his lips savoring her sweet nectar, his tongue swirling around her sensitive clitoris, finally even sucking the trembling, pitiful little clitoris into his mouth, tightly gripping and teasing it with his thin lips.
"Ah...there, there...ah..."
A sharp, painful pleasure savagely assaulted her, utterly irresistible. No matter how she twisted and turned, she couldn't escape his leech-like mouth; no matter how she begged, she couldn't escape the malicious thrusting of his tongue. As his two fingers began to slurp and quicken their probing of her wetness, she was already too weak from the layers of orgasm to resist the wild pleasure, unable to resist his wicked manipulation any longer.
Having tasted her full pleasure, he finally left her, her body convulsing. "Your...there is so lovely."
With an incredibly wicked smile, he licked the semen that clung to his thin lips, his tongue gleaming. "Just a lick and you'll tremble uncontrollably, your juices gushing out, just like you, so alluring."
As he spoke, he firmly grasped her slender waist, using her wetness to lubricate his thick, long member. With a roar, he thrust himself deep into her still-convulsing flower, his rock-hard shaft rubbing heavily against her tender inner walls. His massive head slammed into her deepest core, forcing a gap in the tightly closed clitoris, forcefully pushing it open and squeezing in.
She gasped, her arched breasts trembling violently. "It's too big... ah..."
The intense pleasure of being filled so tightly was overwhelming, giving her the illusion that he was thrusting into her belly. "Ahhh... I can't go any further... please..."
He grinned maliciously, grabbing her small hand and pressing it against her soft, protruding belly. "Look, I've poked your little belly up, are you happy?"
He then pulled back slightly, thrusting forcefully again, letting her feel his proud attack. The rapid impact of the hard object against her lower abdomen brought tears of shame to her eyes. "No... ah... no..." It
was too lewd; he didn't give her any time to breathe.
"Still saying no now?"
He chuckled, releasing her wrists and gripping her slender waist, which was thinner than his arm. "I'll make you want it."
Without further ado, he focused on the powerful thrusting of his hips, violently pushing upwards, making sure each thrust reached deep into her womb, fast and hard, causing her juices to splatter and wet his thighs. Her delicate body trembled repeatedly from the thrusts, her breasts swinging wildly. Her secret flower-like opening was now forcibly opened, accepting his repeated squeezing and thrusting. The savage pleasure made her shake her head wildly.
"Do you want it?"
he groaned. "We've only done it once, and it's still so tight it feels like it's going to break me. You still say no? You little slut."
He freed one hand and cruelly flicked her flaring nipple. The sharp pain triggered even stronger pleasure. She cried and begged, "Yes, I want it... Ah... Don't flick it... It hurts..."
How could her sensitive, engorged nipples withstand such abuse?
He laughed cruelly. "Not there? Then I'll flick here."
He said, probing between their rapidly rubbing, intertwined genitals, finding her cute little pearl, roughly fiddling with it before flicking it four or five times. She screamed, the renewed climax leaving her limp and powerless, letting him brutally thrust into her. Her beautiful body trembled as she lay on the bed, only her waist and abdomen held high, forced to endure his beastly ravages.
He growled with satisfaction, "So tight, just like that!"
Her vagina contracted tightly during the climax, as if a thousand tiny mouths were sucking on his massive rod, while her deepest core gripped his hard tip with each thrust, bringing him ecstatic pleasure. "Tighter!"
he roared, roughly kneading her clitoris, twisting and snapping it, determined to keep her hovering at the peak of climax, so he could enjoy it even more.
"I can't... ahh... it hurts so much..."
she cried, pleading. The instinct to be broken excited her intensely, but her delicate body couldn't withstand his repeated barbaric cruelty.
"Bear with it a little longer, it's not time yet."
His breathing was heavy as he indulged himself in cruelly enjoying her wetness. "Baby, bite me tighter, suck me, oh!"
Then, he thrust his huge penis, dripping with her juices, into her mouth! She couldn't breathe; the hard head of that thing had reached deep into her throat! Suddenly, he roared, and a large amount of thick, hot liquid poured into her throat, forcing her to swallow it down without even being able to breathe. He roared with pleasure, grabbing her hair at the back of her head and pressing her tightly against his massive penis. "Eat it all, eat it all! I told you I'd satisfy you, mmm...you slutty whore, you wanton slut!"
He slowly thrust into her mouth until the last drop of semen was inside. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a long time before withdrawing his limp penis with satisfaction. He looked down at her dazed eyes and her rosy lips, dripping with saliva and his white semen. "Are you satisfied, little darling? Do you like me fucking you like this?"
Her chaotic mind couldn't process his lewd words. She should have roared, but the fluids she was forced to swallow burned inside her. The intense desire made her unable to control herself. "I like it," she murmured, her voice filled with a seductive
charm she found utterly despicable. She clung to his strong body, pleadingly, "I love it when you do this to me..."
Her large, silvery eyes were filled with desire. He smiled, lifted her chin, and languidly kissed her before whispering, "Baby, didn't you know? Demon semen is an aphrodisiac. The higher the level of the demon, the more poisonous the semen. I'm not afraid of not having you; now it's you who can't live without me." Her
almost vanished senses barely held onto his mockery. She wanted to resist, wanted to slap him, but the intense desire surging through her body made her helplessly submit. Her pure aura was tainted, her beautiful face filled with wantonness after being trained. She rubbed against him wantonly, "Give it to me, I want it so much, I want it so much..." He chuckled with
satisfaction, "Of course I'll give it to you."
He kissed her dazed face almost affectionately. "I will never let you go again."
For several days in a row, he and she were locked in a passionate embrace on the large bed, day and night. Whenever there was any sign of lucidity in her beautiful silver eyes, he would force or entice her to swallow his semen, making her unable to resist his advances.
"It's a good thing the barrier hasn't been affected lately, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to fully enjoy you."
He lovingly fed her glistening, juicy fruit into her rosy lips. When she obediently took it in, he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her, asking her to share. The sweet juice burst between their lips and tongues, and their passionate kiss lingered for a while before they separated.
Long, ambiguous strands of saliva connected the corners of their lips. He smiled, in a very good mood, and licked away the strand of saliva that he didn't know whose it was. "So satisfying, why couldn't I have found you sooner?"
Embracing her obedient self, he stroked her long hair and asked a rather amusing question: "What's your name?"
She blinked her beautiful, lustful silver eyes, but didn't answer.
He paid no heed; aside from the ecstasy of passion, she refused to utter a sound. "Are all the voices of those in the Heavenly Realm as captivating as yours? So alluring and enchanting..."
Suddenly, he remembered something. A voice like that of a celestial being also existed in the Demon Realm—that of Mo Hou Luo Jia. He narrowed his deep blue eyes slightly. Why did he suddenly think of that repulsive woman? Squinting, he shook off his displeasure and turned his massive body, pressing her down for the umpteenth time. "Little darling, let me eat you again."
Even though her body was already covered in the red marks of his passion, he couldn't resist biting and sucking at her tender skin like a wild beast, from head to toe. He couldn't satisfy his burgeoning desire without devouring her countless times. "What spell did you cast on me that I can't let go?"
He licked her slender, snow-white neck, eliciting a soft moan from her, which brought a satisfied smile to his face. "I will never let you go again."
He opened his mouth as if making a vow, biting down hard on her beautiful, tender neck. She cried out softly, the pain making her frown and push against his broad shoulders. A low, loving laugh escaped his throat as he loosened his teeth, slowly soothing the deep red mark with his lips and tongue, gently reigniting his intoxicating desire. When his long fingers slipped into her ever-flowing flower cave, before he could even begin to move, he felt the heavy shock of the Asura Palace barrier. His
deep blue eyes narrowed, and he growled angrily, pulling his fingers out and kissing her forcefully. "I'll be right back."
He rose and dressed, his gaze fixed on the beautiful, naked body on the bed. That exquisitely beautiful, innocent yet incredibly lewd little figure was lazily smiling at him. He couldn't resist kissing her again before leaving.
When he returned late at night, he was greeted by an empty room! He was furious. None of the servants knew when she had left, and it was only after destroying most of the palace that he remembered her relationship with the Asura King. Had the Asura King taken her? But she had been in his bed for so many days, and the Asura King hadn't made a move. Why did he take her away as soon as he left? Why? He was enraged, yet helpless. For the second time in his life, he felt utterly defeated.
How could he truly brand that little thing with his own mark, making her his possession?
Frustrated, he narrowed his eyes, then suddenly remembered something and smiled coldly. His semen still lingered inside her. No matter where she was, she would crave his possession. Even after being temporarily appeased by other men, she would still be consumed by lust and only want him. This time, he only needs to wait.

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