Demon Princess

I am a demon beast, a cold-blooded and ruthless demon beast princess, yet I have fallen in love, and with a human at that.
Love is such a mysterious feeling; it's unrealistic, yet sometimes it feels like the sole driving force of a person's life. Those who fall in love are constantly enveloped in an atmosphere of extreme happiness, their IQ begins to decline, their thoughts become increasingly simple. Every day, the thing I do most is think of him, miss him, and wait for his messages. Every quiet night, I lie alone in bed, fantasizing that Luo Qiong's massive body is pressing down on me, immobilizing me, his arms tightly around me, his strong waist thrusting between my spread legs like a man on TV, his face filled with an expression that is both painful and joyful, accompanied by his heavy breathing… What would it feel like to make love with the man you love? I've never experienced it before. Lying on my back in bed, my legs were bent and spread apart. My naked body under the covers was fantasizing about being violated by Luo Qiong. Unconsciously, my crotch was wet… I spread my legs wider, and my labia, previously held together by lubrication, were suddenly pulled apart with a "pop," a strange sensation… I caressed my firm breasts, the two pink nipples swollen and hard, yearning for solace. I gently pinched my nipples with my fingertips, slowly twisting them, imagining Luo Qiong's strong fingers manipulating them… "Oh…" I let out a soft moan. It was both sweet and unbearable. My sexual fantasies about Luo Qiong grew stronger and stronger. Every night, the prelude to falling asleep was always fantasizing about him and me making love… about doing those things.
I desperately missed Yao Qing! Every night I fantasized about pressing her beautiful body beneath me, gently yet roughly playing with her! The opportunity for infidelity finally arrived. Luo Yan had gone to Tokyo again. A monster organization there had recently committed several crimes, leaving behind many clues. As an important figure in the International Anti-Monster Alliance, Luo Yan immediately went there to participate in the anti-monster operation. This trip would likely keep her away from home for another ten days to half a month.
I could no longer suppress my longing, and that night I immediately ran to Huanyu. The elevator doors opened, and as soon as I stepped in, I saw her standing prettily in front of me. She immediately fell into my broad, strong arms. I smiled; I had just sent her a message at the building entrance, and she was already waiting for me in the elevator on the first floor. Only lovers have such passion. Our lips intertwined passionately, the dark elevator filled with an erotic atmosphere. The elevator continued to rise until it stopped, and by then I had almost had the last bit of air sucked out of my lungs. Finally, we stopped, and I asked her breathlessly, "Is your building experiencing a power outage again?"
Every time I come here, it's pitch black. If it weren't for the elevator still moving and the faint light from the elevator indicator, I would have really thought this building hadn't paid its electricity bill for years. She smiled charmingly.
The elevator suddenly lit up with soft light, and I saw her slip a remote control into her pocket.
"The light's not broken, is it? Why do you always leave it so dark? Are you trying to make me bang my head against a wall?" My voice was as indulgent as any man in love.
Her voice, like any girl in love, was full of coquettishness: "No, I'm just used to the dark."
"Where's everyone else? I've been here twice before and haven't seen a single person. Are you all alone?" "If you come, I'll make them 'disappear'."
Oh. I almost forgot, her power in the demon beast world is second only to one person.
The door opened, and she pulled me out of the elevator. I noticed this was the 36th floor, a floor I'd never been to before.
Before me was a spacious, luxurious hall, dimly lit by a few lights. There were several doors opposite.
She led me through the hall and into one of them. I assumed the door led to her bedroom, but it didn't look like it. Inside was an even more magnificent space. Opposite, on the curved wall, were three enormous glass windows, their huge black curtains half-open, letting in the neon lights of the city outside. The
thick black carpet beneath my feet was indescribably comfortable. I kicked off my shoes and walked barefoot to the window. Outside, the city's dazzling and luxurious night view stretched out. Standing on the top floor of the tallest building in the entire area, looking out, all I could see were the rooftops of the surrounding modern buildings—a truly magnificent sight. Was it only from such a high vantage point that one could truly appreciate the superiority of reaching the pinnacle of power?
I looked at Yaoqing, this demon princess. I walked over and embraced her from behind, her back pressed tightly against my chest, my lower abdomen against her rounded buttocks. A fragrant scent instantly intoxicated me, her intoxicating breath lingering in my ears.
The room was completely dark, save for the city lights streaming in through the windows. We were bathed in this soft light, everything like a dream. I reached out and unbuttoned her clothes, pulling them down to reveal her smooth shoulders. I pulled down the straps of her bra, my hands gently caressing her bare skin. She, too, caressed me passionately. When she touched the scar she had caused, she lowered her head and gently covered it with her lips, kissing it again and again, as if repeatedly expressing her apology. At the same time, my hands roamed over every inch of her upper body, easily creating ripples of pleasure throughout her skin. Her bra had been removed at some point, leaving her completely naked from the waist up, her soft breasts exposed to the air, immediately grasped by my burning hands.
Oh… I had fantasized countless times about caressing her breasts with those hands, but only when I was actually there did I realize that the sensory stimulation was far beyond what I could imagine. Her proud breasts stood erect, the swollen nipples pinched between her fingertips, gently twisting them.
“Mmm…” she couldn’t help but groan, her whole body going limp, her hands weakly supporting herself on the glass, letting me do as I pleased.
My breathing grew increasingly erratic, rapid and labored. Suddenly, I abruptly turned her around, pressing her back against the cold glass. She let out a soft moan, and I took one of her pert breasts into my mouth. The heat, the wet licks, the swirling of my tongue—all instantly tensed her body, and a restless urge rose within me from my lower abdomen.
I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked hard… “Ah…” she gasped, feeling a jolt of electricity coursing through her breast. Bewildered, she clutched my head, her fingers tangling in my thick, dark hair.
I continued to suckle her nipple forcefully, then released the ravaged breast and moved on to the other.
Her tormented moans echoed throughout the room…
her legs were wet. She lay there helplessly as I pulled her down onto the thick, soft carpet. I reached behind her, loosened her belt, unbuttoned her trousers, and pulled down the zipper. She slightly arched her hips to make it easier for my hands to move. Her trousers were pulled down, revealing her long, shapely legs. My fingers gently lifted the edge of her black, tight-fitting panties, slipping inside to caress her rounded buttocks. She lay there limply, feeling my touch soothing the restlessness within her. I was excited! Ah! This feeling… I craved more!
I slowly pulled down her panties, which were already soaked with the fluid secreted between her legs. She felt the slippery liquid seep down her legs as the panties were pulled down. Finally, she was completely naked, exposed to the person she loved most, with nothing left to cover her.
My fingers suddenly and forcefully occupied the most tender spot between her legs, restlessly teasing her honey-soaked petals. A tight, astringent sensation washed over her—a feeling so strange, yet so pleasurable!
"Ah..." She propped herself up on the carpet, her breasts trembling uncontrollably as I teased her labia, her breasts heaving with her trembling body.
She shook her head wildly, almost fainting. I had easily found her most sensitive spot—a small bud within her petals—and my fingers were now focused on ruthlessly ravaging it! Her trembling intensified, and even her heavy breathing seemed unable to meet her body's needs.
Just as she was about to faint, I released my attack. She slumped down, catching her breath in the brief respite. She hadn't expected my sexual techniques to be so skillful! She heard me undressing behind her; I would soon be naked like her. The desire I had fantasized about countless times was about to become a reality! This thought excited me, filling me with both tension and bliss.
But when I touched her naked skin again, I suddenly sensed something was wrong. I looked closely, and the scene before me completely stunned me!
It was no longer a human body, but a… monster!
That was the only word I could use to describe it. She still vaguely retained the upper body of a woman, but her skin was a strange bluish-black color. Her hands were also unlike human hands. Although I could still see fingers similar to humans, her entire arm was like a snake—long, flexible, and supple, as if it weren't composed of two arm bones like a human, but rather many short joints connected together like a snake. That made her arms look inexplicably bizarre.
Even more terrifying was that her lower body was exactly like… the lower body of an octopus, that kind of bizarre creature with eight tentacles! Her body was larger than I had imagined; one of her “tentacles” was enough to wrap around my entire body! At that moment, I suddenly realized that it was this thing that had submerged me from underwater that night and restrained me.
“You… what are you doing?” I stammered, my voice trembling with fear. This situation was completely unexpected.
How could I have imagined that she would… make such a joke during this intimate moment!
She gazed at me sadly and said earnestly, “I… just wanted you… to learn more about us monsters.” A sense of desolation surfaced in her eyes, as if they contained too many emotions I couldn’t understand.
“But… isn’t it necessary… can’t we do what we did before?” I stammered. As I spoke, her “hands and feet” began to move, wrapping around my body. Only then did I notice that her “tentacles” were covered with rows of circular suckers—strange and frightening! That was a real octopus!
It was terrifying! Just as she was about to hug me, I instinctively pushed her away, screaming, "No…!" She froze, then her still alluring eyes dimmed. She turned away, her back to me. Her enormous body stood silently by the window, the dim light from outside casting dappled shadows on her form. She looked so lonely and helpless.
I knew she was hurt because of my attitude. I didn't want to hurt her, really. But I did.
I did something terribly wrong, knowing her true nature yet demanding human standards from her.
She remained silent, and though her back was to me, I could clearly feel her pain, her injury. I felt so sad I wanted to cry.
I slowly crawled over, crawled behind her. Her body was "scattered" on the ground, those strange "tentacles," and countless suckers that sent chills down my spine. In that moment, it suddenly occurred to me that I shouldn't have been disgusted by her body. Humans are used to their own bodies, but to them, the human body might seem strange and ugly!
This thought made me angry at myself. Why are humans so arrogant, always thinking they are perfect? How vulgar! Because of this
belief, I hurt the person I loved most. I suddenly realized her body wasn't so ugly; what was truly ugly was perhaps my heart. I hugged her from behind without thinking, not knowing where to hug her, just embracing that mass… part of her body, until my arms were full and I couldn't hold any more.
"I'm sorry… I was wrong. Please forgive me?" I whispered, trying to suppress the… feeling in my heart, trying not to let my voice tremble.
She remained silent. I had hurt her so deeply. I suddenly realized how much she cared about our different identities! And I had stabbed her in the back in this way!
"Don't be like this..." My tears finally spilled uncontrollably, landing on her body and making her tremble slightly.
Tears are truly an invincible weapon, effective for both men and women. She finally softened and turned around.
She threw herself into my arms, and I immediately held her tightly. She also burst into tears, but hearing her sobs made me stop crying. She buried her face in my shoulder and wept, and I quickly patted her back to comfort her. It took a long time for her to stop crying, but tears were still streaming down her face.
"Don't cry. I didn't mean to make you angry," I said in a muffled voice. Damn it!! Yeah, right! Who's the one who's hurt the most?
And I'm comforting her like this. Thinking about it, a man like me can actually move someone to tears. I looked down at her; her face was ashen, just like her body, but I shouldn't consider that a problem. The most important thing is that I love her. I should learn to accept everything about her.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not mentally prepared, I'm a little unaccustomed to it... Yaoqing..." I looked deeply into her eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly said, "Shall we make love? Tonight... let me have you, okay?"
Her eyes lit up, and without a moment's hesitation, she pressed her lips to mine. I opened my lips, letting her tongue slip inside, intertwining with mine. The whole world became beautiful again, free from any negative emotions.
Her "tendons" tightly wrapped around my already naked body. Actually, the feeling of that caress shouldn't be much different from a human's, I thought. Although my trembling wasn't entirely due to lust, I couldn't let her see that I was still not quite used to her body. I sucked on her breasts with my tongue, gently stimulating her nipples, causing a slight stinging sensation and that deadly electric current. At the same time, the end of one of her tendrils slipped between my legs, gently teasing my erection. "Mmm..." I groaned. My body heated up, trembling uncontrollably. Our tongues were still locked in a passionate embrace, every sensitive spot on my body was being ravaged simultaneously—I felt like I was being raped! Pleasure and fear alternated contradictorily.
Suddenly, she pushed me down, my upper body arching to the ground, my legs still bound by her wrists and feet. She raised and spread her lower body wide. My untouched, delicate flower was completely exposed to my gaze. She leaned down, burying her head deep between my legs, her burning lips pressing against my hard erection, her tongue beginning to tease my most tender spot. "Ah…" I groaned softly, simultaneously realizing my bladder was bulging. I had actually felt the urge to urinate due to tension and fear! At this critical moment!
She didn't give me a moment's respite; all the limbs touching my vital parts moved violently together. I felt like a piece of seaweed adrift in the sea, on the verge of drowning!
No… the urge to urinate was becoming increasingly uncontrollable, and she still kept her head buried between my legs, showing no intention of leaving. I couldn't lose control now… but at this moment, my mind was completely scattered, and I couldn't control myself at all… Ah! It's coming!
A stream of urine gushed out from between my legs, completely out of control! The urine splashed onto her face, this… was so embarrassing!
I was completely dumbfounded, at a loss
for what to do. But she didn't hesitate for a moment, taking my urethra into her mouth and absorbing the entire gushing stream! My God! What was she doing?
That gushing stream seemed to last for an eternity, making my face completely red. Until I ejaculated the last drop, she swallowed the last drop as well. She raised her head, tilting it high, with an expression of utter ecstasy, and even licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue. That look, I really didn't want to admit… perverted… she was my favorite woman.
Yaoqing… my Yaoqing!
She picked me up again, her arms and legs wrapping tightly around my body once more, my body completely submerged in her embrace. I could feel something soft pressing against my erection. I knew it was her... vagina.
Is it coming? I tensed up. She held me tightly, I couldn't move, I could only let her do as she pleased.
The tip of my penis found the entrance to her secret cave, which was already overflowing with honey. She first tentatively, slowly letting it in, her tight opening being stretched open by such a huge foreign object (because I practiced the Qi Refining Technique, I developed very well!
That thing was unusually large), causing her to feel a sudden pain. "Hmm!" she groaned uncomfortably. I heard her groan and was a little at a loss (Damn! Of course, are you a virgin! Luo Qiong lowered her head shyly, not saying a word...)
"Relax, don't be nervous." She whispered in my ear, while rubbing my whole body to make me relax. She hugged my neck tightly, willingly preparing to give herself to me.
She tightened the grip on my legs, pulling my legs open even wider, and then pressed down hard!
"Ah..." I screamed in pain as a huge pillar pierced and stretched my lower body. A searing pain shot through me, as if my body were being torn apart, the pain making me feel like I no longer belonged to myself (for a beast like me, his thing was quite large!). He suddenly stopped, gently kissing my face, wiping away the tears that welled up in my eyes. My strength seemed to have been completely exhausted in that moment, leaving me with no power left.
He withdrew from my body, aggravating the already torn wound and causing another spasm.
After he withdrew, I felt a painful emptiness there. I didn't like this emptiness; it was far more unbearable than the excruciating pain of him piercing me. I would rather endure the excruciating pain of him penetrating my body, at least it would satisfy my psychological needs.
He raised my legs, gazing down at my clitoris. I struggled to sit up and saw a patch of bright red, glistening with dew. This was the proof that I had become his woman. He bent down, burying his face between my legs again, and licked the fresh, warm blood with his tongue.
"Mmm..." I groaned weakly. His tongue was soft and warm, licking very gently. I felt the excruciating pain lessen considerably, and my spasming muscles seemed to gradually relax, no longer so tense.
He hated sucking blood. I suddenly remembered. He licked my blood, making satisfied whimpering sounds from his throat, until all the blood was licked clean. He raised his head, that intoxicated look returning to his face, his eyes lightly closed, his slightly parted lips emitting the panting sounds only heard when reaching the peak of pleasure. I pulled my legs away, finding my lower body still very uncomfortable. He snapped out of his daze and pressed me down.
"Don't move." I obediently remained still upon hearing this. He lowered his head again, and this time I felt his nimble tongue slip into my secret place. Although it only penetrated shallowly, a strange sensation came over me, almost making the pain of the newly pierced wound disappear!
"What... are you doing?" I asked, puzzled.
After a while, he finally left my labia. "Like last time, I'm going to treat your wound now."
That time, I dripped my saliva onto his wound, and the pain subsided quickly.
"Your saliva... can heal?" That's strange (I always thought it was a skill unique to monsters).
"A little. It also has a bit of an anesthetic effect. I don't know why, but it's been like this ever since you bit me." He picked me up, and my limbs wrapped around his body again. His erection pressed against my entrance once more. I tried moving my wrists and limbs and felt that it really didn't hurt as much anymore. In the eyes of humans, we monsters are low-level creatures, simply because we have the characteristics of various lower creatures, only becoming stronger through mutation.
People have always believed that their strength is due to their savage and ferocious nature, which is also a sign of inferiority.
But, humans seem to have more advanced physical abilities than us. Who can deny it?
His strong, thick erection slowly entered my tender hole. It didn't hurt anymore, and... it felt very good.
The feeling of being filled by his firm erection was incredibly satisfying. He suddenly pulled out, then thrust in again, repeating this motion over and over...
A blissful intoxication gradually became clear, filling my body. This feeling made me dizzy, and it kept rising. When it broke through a certain boundary, I suddenly felt my desire explode, a feeling of ecstasy spreading throughout my body. His previously gentle thrusting suddenly became violent. "Ah!" I couldn't help but scream, then began to moan uncontrollably.
Oh... my god... ah...
my secret place was being mercilessly ravaged by his magnificent male symbol, battling again and again, unable to stop. I loved this feeling, it was so beautiful! This torment was a conquest, I had been completely conquered by him! My desire
continued to soar, and I was already dizzy. His erection thrust in and out of my honey-drenched depths, pumping and penetrating, each stroke pushing deep into the very core of my being… I trembled, waves of pleasure coursing through my body, rhythmically moving with him. My moans gradually turned into low, hoarse screams, which seemed to encourage him further. His movements became increasingly wild, and I was lifted into the air by his embrace. In mid-air, I could find no support and could only let him hold me, thrusting wildly and relentlessly into me!
Sweat poured out, soaking my hair and skin… “Ah…” I let out a long scream, feeling his erection suddenly tremble violently, a surge of heat exploding within my honeyed depths. The excruciating sensation was unbearable; my petals contracted violently, and an indescribable feeling surged uncontrollably through my body. I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, yet simultaneously, a feeling of utter emptiness, and my entire being collapsed.
We both tumbled to the ground. He was utterly powerless, lying like a corpse among my limp arms and legs. He was breathing heavily, a feeling that filled me with pride and satisfaction. It was me who had drained his energy, made him exhaust all his strength—a woman's greatest sense of accomplishment.
"Satisfied? I brought you to orgasm." As his breathing gradually calmed, he nibbled at my ear triumphantly.
This was the orgasm given by a lover? Such a beautiful feeling! I smiled shyly, biting his arm wrapped around my neck, leaving a shallow tooth mark.
"Little vixen!…" he cried, suddenly rolling over and pinning me down. This face-to-face position led us to kiss each other passionately…
I don't know how long we lingered, but I drifted off to sleep. I was so exhausted, my strength completely depleted, that I quickly fell into a dream…
I was submerged in dark water, unable to discern directions, unable to see anything. The water carelessly splashed against my naked skin, the atmosphere icy and deathly. I didn't know where to go or what to do; this place seemed like an endless black hole. Suddenly, something soft and strange wrapped around my body, constricting me so tightly I almost suffocated. I felt a sharp, hard object pierce my neck; I felt no pain, nor could I see any blood, but the feeling of impending doom overwhelmed me instantly… I jolted awake from the nightmare, drenched in sweat. It was still a deathly still night. Lying on the black carpet, I was alone, panting, still reeling from the terror of the dream. That feeling of loneliness was unpleasant, cold and desolate. After the passionate embrace we had just shared, what I longed for most upon waking was the comfort of a lover. But Yaoqing was nowhere to be found.
Covered by our disheveled clothes, I sat up; the clothes slipped down, revealing my naked body, drenched in sweat from the passion. I picked up my shirt and put it on, looking around. Besides the door we had come in through, there was another door. I walked to the door and turned the handle. The door opened in response.
It was a sparsely furnished room, with a large circular pool taking up most of the floor. This "little imp" must have an extreme fondness for water. Water was everywhere in her domain. The pool was still; she wasn't there. I walked to another door in the room, opened it, and found myself back in the hall I had entered through.
The rooms I passed through were almost all interconnected, forming a simplified maze. The one that interested me most was an arms display room, filled with all sorts of firearms and knives, mostly antiques.
For example, the Thompson submachine gun, which became the first standard-issue assault rifle of the US military during the largest war on Earth more than two hundred years ago, was complete with all four models. These were historical relics from a very long time ago, and after careful examination, I could almost certainly confirm that they were genuine artifacts from that era. They were truly valuable collectibles.
There was also a famous firearms designer in history, John M. Browning's series of masterpieces, especially a Colt M1911A1 11.43mm automatic pistol, is even plated with titanium, so I can't be sure if it's a replica or a collector's item. However, this pistol was once one of the most famous handguns in the world, and it was the longest-serving and most widely used handgun of its time.
Other collections from the same period include those from the Czech gun families, the AK gun families, and many others. The sheer variety and sheer number of these items were awe-inspiring. I'd only seen a portion of these antiques in museums; many others were only known through historical documents and pictures. This place, filled with real objects, was practically a perfect gun history museum!
Why does Yaoqing collect so many firearms from different eras? Thankfully, she only collects guns; if she collected nuclear weapons too…
I looked through the rows and rows, and there were also classic guns from later periods, such as the Beki, which was standard issue for several major powers for a considerable period. The Bawan automatic assault rifle, nicknamed "Farewell My Concubine" by Chinese soldiers due to its homophonic similarity to the name, is said to have been designed by the blind Bieji. After two years of designing this formidable weapon, Mr. Bawan's beloved wife passed away from illness. He bid a brief farewell at her grave before resolutely joining the military with his design. The most famous description of this rifle is: "It exudes a man's strength and a refusal to shed tears in public."
Following this, weaponry entered the laser age, which also marked the beginning of the monster invasion. Before me lies a laser assault weapon called 2099, the ancestor of all mass-produced laser weapons. Although it's far too outdated compared to modern laser guns, its name, which sounds like the Chinese phrase "I love you forever," represents a nightmare that humanity has never forgotten for a century. In 2099, the first major battle in the history of the struggle between humanity and monsters took place. The human alliance, having bravely landed on the African continent to annihilate the most concentrated group of monsters on Earth, unexpectedly lost over 70% of its soldiers. This revealed that the number of monsters on Earth far exceeded human reconnaissance and estimations. It was a massacre; to this day, countless bones of human warriors and monsters lie buried in the African landscape. The monsters were also severely weakened. After this, they scattered, went underground, and quietly infiltrated various countries and regions around the world, disguising themselves as humans, creating a century-long stalemate between humanity and monsters. Humanity could not eradicate the monsters, and the monsters could not control the Earth.
An uncomfortable feeling welled up inside me, and I turned and walked to the other side, escaping this inner struggle.
On the other side were various bladed weapons. All sorts of daggers and longswords were displayed there. Military-grade weapons made up the majority. Compared to firearms, knives lack the intricate construction and complex principles of firearms, so they are virtually immune to obsolescence. Sharpness is their soul; in close combat, the most lethal damage is also the most direct and simplest.
The variety of bladed weapons—daggers, longswords, military bayonets…—dazzled me. The next moment, I was drawn to a retro-style Japanese longsword. This ebony-handled longsword was a product from seventy years ago, and only fifty exist in the world. The most famous of these is named "Hot Snow." Its owner and his lover encountered a monster, and his lover, "Snow Child," shielded him from a sudden attack by the monster with her own body, allowing him to escape, but she herself became a wisp of a soul. The sword's wielder went berserk, frantically slashing at the monsters with his longsword until not a single intact carcass remained. Later, to commemorate Yukiko, who died protecting her lover, he named his sword "Hot-Blooded."
Does every weapon have a tragic story? Unfortunately, weapons are merely tools of war. Now, that sword's wielder is likely no longer alive, and the world-renowned "Hot-Blooded" sword has vanished without a trace. Before me lies a sword from the same batch, its identical design forcing me to recall this tragic tale, an overwhelming grief rising from the depths of my heart.
I always thought my life was like Luo Yan's, dedicated to annihilating monsters, a mission to be fulfilled until death.
But…
I hold my own body, the body that had just been completely possessed by a monster, love and hatred simultaneously assaulting my soul. How did I come to this? In the heat of passion, I completely forgot the conflicts between our races and my beliefs. Between love and betrayal, how should I choose? But I have already made my decision. Choosing my lover meant betraying humanity, and betraying Luo Yan as well.
Overwhelmed with unease, I quickly left the room, leaving behind the suffocating thoughts.
I went to the room with the pool, ripped off my clothes, and jumped in.
The water was deep. So deep I couldn't touch the bottom. It was also pitch black; I couldn't see the bottom at all. I suddenly remembered that terrible dream I'd just had—how similar this environment was to that dream!
I was afraid. Even the strongest person can't resist fear. I, who used to roam the dark streets at night, slaying monsters without ever flinching, became cowardly and constantly filled with anxiety after falling in love. This is a weakness a man shouldn't possess… love, or perhaps it's a common weakness for all beings, even monsters!
I should leave. I think I've come to the wrong place.
Suddenly, the water rippled; I felt a current! It seemed something was rising from the bottom.
I was so terrified I didn't know what to do, my body stiff and unresponsive. Even after Yaoqing's "arms" caught me, holding me tightly in her arms, I was still reeling from the fear.
"What...what were you doing in the water?" I asked, trembling.
"Sleeping."
Huh? She slept in the water? (Damn! That's really "unconventional"!) No wonder I hadn't seen a bed for so long.
"You...like water?"
"I need water. I can't be away from water for too long."
I looked at her and asked, "Can't you sleep anywhere else?" She rolled her eyes at me and asked irritably, "Are you more comfortable sleeping in a bed or sitting in a chair?"
"..." I was speechless. She asked again, "Why did you wake up? You looked so tired, I thought you'd sleep for a long time."
How could I tell her about the dream I had, and the emotions I felt in that armory?
That would only add to her psychological burden.
"Nothing. I woke up and didn't see you..." I rested my head on her shoulder, the water gently lapping against our bodies.
She stopped speaking, and her limbs began to slowly caress my skin, touching my most sensitive spots. My lower body, aroused by her touch, hardened slightly; the throbbing sensation could only be relieved by her vigorous caresses. Oh… at times like this, I didn't want to think about negative things anymore, I simply pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately. Her large body stood firmly in the water, supporting me and making me feel safe.
I held her head tightly, my fingertips kneading her nipples. Passion reignited, the fire of desire rising within me, unquenchable even by the cold pool water. I wanted her! I slowly spread my legs to entwine her body, trying to fully expose my erection, while she twisted and rubbed against me. I was beyond control, my breathing growing heavier, and finally, I thrust deep into her.
The feeling was incredible; my thick, hard penis moved rapidly in and out of her, rubbing against the inner walls of her vagina, where my ravenous desire resided. I just wanted to fuck her hard, to comfort her properly, never to stop!
She moaned incessantly, "Oh... ah..." The sound drove me mad. I gripped her buttocks tightly (or so it seemed? I couldn't tell after her transformation! Whatever!), pressing violently against her most tender spot.
Being fucked by the person I loved felt amazing! My tender passage had completely lost its ability to close, and he could only repeatedly pry it open, relentlessly thrusting into my deepest, most secret depths!
The pool water surged with our intense movements, becoming his accomplice, constantly agitating my body. I began to feel dizzy, my vision blurred. What a wonderful feeling… making love in the water! I had forgotten that I was a beast and he was human! I only knew what it meant to make love with him!
The entire room was filled with panting and moaning, and the sound of the surging water, a sound that matched the rhythm of his actions…
My desire finally reached a level I could no longer bear. My moans slowly turned into low, hoarse screams. He injected the seed of desire into my body, and the heat exploded within me, causing us both to scream simultaneously…
On this day, I finally understood a beast completely.
When we were both exhausted, I obediently returned alone to the place where we first made love to sleep. Yaoqing returned to the bottom of the water. With my exhausted body, I quickly fell asleep.
I must have been exhausted, because when I woke up the next day it was already afternoon. She was sitting beside me, looking at me; it was so sweet. I reached out and hugged her, and we caressed each other for a long time. Our lips intertwined, my tongue swirling around hers, tracing circles—supposedly a position for sex. We lingered for a while before I reluctantly said goodbye and went home.
I had to go home; I was afraid Luo Yan would call and not be able to find me. Although I had a cell phone, if I was away for a long time, it would be difficult to explain if she asked.
As I left, I forcibly took her underwear. She scolded me a few times, but I held onto it tightly and refused to give it back. Ha! What could she do? She could only leave empty-handed.
Walking down the street, the city was still as bustling as ever. Daytime was relatively safe, the streets filled with noisy crowds.
Although I was wearing trousers, I felt a rebellious thrill in my bare buttocks. Thinking of Luo Qiong, a warm feeling welled up in my chest. While riding the subway, a pervert groped my butt. I channeled my demonic energy (a unique energy possessed by demonic beasts) into my heel and stomped on the toe of the pervert's shoe. My movement wasn't too violent, and I didn't disturb anyone around me, but his big toenail was definitely broken. The most comical thing was that the guy let out a painful groan but dared not make a sound, and everyone around him turned to look at him strangely, making him look quite embarrassed.
There's no need to show mercy to this kind of person. Luo Qiong said that I am now his exclusive lover, and if any man I don't like does anything to me, then... %@!! Hehe!! After making love with Luo Qiong, I found that I was no longer as cold and ruthless as before! I became more human! Is this what humans call love?!
Back in the very secluded palace, everything was peaceful and quiet (my father wasn't in the palace). I opened my wardrobe to find underwear to change into, and looking at all my underwear, I suddenly felt that they were all a bit old, and... not sexy enough (in my own opinion). Although Luo Qiong said my buttocks are already sexy enough, and any underwear will do as long as it's tight, I want to buy some even more... alluring styles to wear for Luo Qiong, and then enjoy his blood-pumping, agonizing expression. Hehe...
[The End]

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