Thousand Illusion Poisonous Python

"Only by passing the trial and becoming a high-ranking disciple can Song Yan be protected," said the Grand Elder. "If Wang Sheng can help Yan'er pass the trial, I can give you three days to escape."
Wang Sheng readily agreed,
"It's a deal." Song Laoyu, however, stared at Song Yan. Her two long braids, tied with bows, lay on her chest, curving with her breasts. Her pink top was endearing, and her dark blue skirt couldn't hide her slightly upturned pink buttocks. Her large, watery eyes were incredibly charming, making Song Laoyu's breath quicken and his lower body slightly harden. At this moment, Song Yan spoke, "Uncle Laoyu, thank you for your hard work." Song Yan hadn't noticed Song Laoyu's gaze yet, and Song Laoyu quickly replied, "Entrusted by the head of the family, I will protect the young... young lady even if it costs me my life." "Uncle Laoyu, you flatter me. Even if we can't beat her, we can outrun her." Song Laoyu hadn't really looked at Song Yan before, but now that she was eighteen, she looked truly captivating. A plan quietly rose in Song Laoyu's mind.
"Is that the lair of the Thousand Illusion Poisonous Python?" The three of them were on a mountaintop two miles away from the valley where the python lived. Wang Sheng pointed to the only visible valley and asked Song Yan. "Yes, that's it," Song said excitedly but regretfully. "The elders were right after all; the python is weakest when it molts." Unfortunately, their joy was premature. Song Laoyu turned around and saw the python had sprung its arms again. He quickly told Song Yan to hide, but they had already fallen under the python's illusion. The python was using illusion to buy time so it could successfully molt and no longer be afraid of them. "Is this an illusion?" Song Laoyu murmured. "No, why am I awake?" After hesitating for a moment, he thought, "Let's see what this illusion is like." Song Laoyu's illusion was still in the Song family's house. "Let's go check Song Yan's room first."
Song Yan's room was clean and tidy, with a faint floral scent, but it was empty. Old Yu locked the door behind him, opened Song Yan's wardrobe, and smelled her black stockings, lace panties, and bra repeatedly, even stroking them between his legs a few times before reluctantly leaving. Suddenly, he found Song Yan sleeping on her side at a bluestone table in the back garden. Old Yu slowly walked to Song Yan and called out in a trembling voice, "Miss... Miss." At this moment, Song Yan's eyes were lightly closed, her cherry lips naturally parted. She was dressed in a pink top and a dark blue long skirt, looking like a well-behaved girl, completely different from the female warrior aura outside the illusion, returning to her initial young lady appearance. Hearing Old Yu's voice, she slowly opened her beautiful eyes. "Uncle Old Yu, is something the matter?" "No... nothing, I was just worried that Miss might catch a cold sleeping outside."
"Uncle Yu, don't worry, I can just sleep here for a while,"
Old Yu thought. Since this was an illusion, it wouldn't matter what he did, right? Then, he leered at Song Yan. "Uncle Yu, what...what kind of look is that?" "Hehehe, to be honest, I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time, Song Yan~." Song Yan suddenly stood up, covering her breasts with her hands. "Look at what you're wearing, showing off your breasts, isn't it just for men to see? Stop pretending to be innocent." "No...no, you're not Uncle Yu!" She turned and ran. "Stop!" Old Yu hurriedly called out.
"What's going on? I can't move my body."
Old Song was stunned for a moment, then thought, "I should have known. I'm in control of my illusion." "Don't struggle, Song Yan, Miss~" Old Song came up behind Song Yan. "Miss's butt is really perky." Upon hearing this, Song Yan's snow-white face flushed red. Old Song pressed against Song Yan's perky buttocks through her dark blue dress. "Miss smells so good." Song Yan suppressed her shame. Old Song grabbed Song Yan's hair and smelled it, then put his tongue into Song Yan's delicate earlobe. Song Yan clearly felt her ear was wet and warm, and couldn't help but moan, like a melodious nightingale's song. "Miss reacted so quickly, you're such a little slut." "No...no..."
Old Song ignored her, went around to the front of Song Yan, and licked her delicate and cute face all over. "Disgusting."
Taking advantage of the moment, Song Laoyu slipped his tongue into Song Yan's cherry lips, their tongues intertwining, causing Song Yan to make moaning sounds. His hands weren't idle either; he unbuckled her belt and pulled her pink top open. "No~~~" Song Yan managed to utter indistinctly, pushing up her soft, lace-trimmed light pink bra, which slipped from her lips. Saliva dripped down her breasts, forming silvery lines. Staring at her jade-like peaks, her pink nipples, her pert breasts, not sagging at all, her smooth skin captivating Song Laoyu, he couldn't resist touching them. "So beautiful! So big, you couldn't tell at all without her bra." Song Yan turned her head slightly, closing her eyes tightly, hoping the scene would pass quickly. Song Laoyu kneaded his at least D-cup... The large breasts shifted in his hands, leaving red marks on their once snow-white skin. Old Man Song took Song Yan's nipple into his mouth, gently biting it. "Mmm~ It hurts~ Be gentle," Song Yan moaned softly. "Miss is so sensitive. No one has ever touched such beautiful breasts before,
has they?" "Am I the first? Answer me." "Yes..." Song Yan felt her body was out of her control. Old Man Song's saliva-covered breasts made them even more alluring. After playing with them for a while, he said, "You thought I was dirty earlier, now I want you to give me oral sex." "I really want to know what it feels like to have Miss's little mouth on me. You won't refuse, will you?" "No...no." Song Yan couldn't control herself at all. She slowly lowered her legs to her V-shaped bottom, her hands gripping Old Man Song's smelly penis. "Swallow it."
Song Yan reluctantly placed the penis in front of her lips. Old Yu Song circled his massive member twice on her cherry lips before urging her to continue. Song Yan's cherry-like mouth was simply too small, or rather, Old Yu Song's penis was too large; it only went in halfway before Song Yan felt it couldn't go any further. Her delicate tongue had nowhere to go, so it could only circle around Old Yu Song's penis, giving him immense pleasure. Seeing that half of it was still inside, Old Yu Song exerted all his strength and... He thrust in completely, tears streaming down Song Yan's face, yet she was helpless. Song Yan's little tiger teeth rubbed against Song Laoyu's penis, but Song Laoyu felt no pain, only pleasure. He quickened his thrusts, giving Song Yan a deep throat, and in a few strokes, he ejaculated all his semen into her mouth. Song Yan couldn't spit it out in time, swallowing most of the yellowish-brown liquid. The remaining semen, Song Laoyu's penis, was spat out and sprayed onto Song Yan's face, slowly flowing down her neck and between her breasts. Song Yan coughed incessantly, almost suffocating. Fortunately, Song Laoyu ejaculated quickly; her smooth hair was stuck together with the yellowish-white liquid, clinging to her smooth skin, adding to her allure.
"Open your mouth so I can see." Song Yan was forced to open her small mouth, her delicate tongue still covered in white fluid. "Swallow it all!" Song Yan opened her large, watery eyes, tears streaming down her face. "What does it taste like, Miss?"
"Ugh, disgusting man!"
Song Yan knelt before Song Laoyu's manhood, her pink top half-open, revealing her large, snow-white breasts. Her hair clung to her skin, and her upper body was covered in pubic hair. "Stand up, put your hands on the stone table."
Song Yan couldn't resist. Even though she stood straight, her dark blue dress couldn't hide her shapely buttocks, which were faintly visible. "Bend over, stick your butt out, don't you understand!" Song Yan bent over, her round buttocks sticking up high, looking incredibly alluring. Having lived the life of a pampered young lady since childhood, Song Yan had never been treated like this. Song Laoyu pulled off her dark blue dress while stroking Song Yan's fair thighs, then brought his face close to her pale pink, thin thong, sucking on it desperately. "No... Uncle Laoyu... it's... dirty."
"Miss smells so good, so sexy." Upon hearing this, Song Yan's originally pale face flushed slightly. Song Laoyu pulled Song Yan's thong aside. "Miss is already wet. Should I help you stop the flow?"
"No, no... Uncle Laoyu... please spare me. I promise I won't tell the elders." Song Laoyu chuckled and didn't say anything. Could he let the duck that was already in his mouth fly away? Besides, this was still a dream. Song Laoyu slowly began to lick. Song Yan's honeyed fluid excited Song Laoyu immensely. He licked it with loud smacking sounds. "Miss's fairy water is so sweet. Now let me satisfy you. Don't resist." After speaking, he stood up, kissed Song Yan's tender lips, grabbed her large breasts with one hand, and began to tease her overflowing lower body with the other, causing Song Yan to moan repeatedly. Multiple sensitive spots were being violated simultaneously, making Song Laoyu's calloused hand feel silky smooth. Song Laoyu released his mouth, licked his palm, and then shoved his hand into Song Yan's mouth. "Miss, taste your own nectar too." By this time, Song Yan had already given up resisting and, without a word, licked her nectar clean.
Watching the innocent and naive Song Yanyi lick her own nectar clean in a state of blissful confusion, Song Laoyu knew he could conquer her. "Miss, do you want it?" he said, his hand not stopping, slowly caressing Song Yan's private parts. "I want...I want...Uncle Laoyu to penetrate me." Song Yan answered incoherently. At this moment, Song Yan only wanted to return to her most primal desires. Song Laoyu took out his Abyss Dragon and ground it against Song Yan's sister. Fairy water gushed out like a flood, making Song Laoyu's penis incredibly slippery. "Stop teasing Yan'er, Yan'er wants Uncle Laoyu's big penis."
"Miss, you're usually so pitiful, but now under my crotch, aren't you just a slut?" "Uncle Laoyu~ don't tease me, Yan'er has always been a slut, please give it to me." Song Laoyu stopped teasing and thrust deep inside, entering Song Yan from behind. "Yan'er's little hole is so tight." "Hmm~ Do you like it, Uncle Laoyu~?" Even with ample foreplay, Song Yan's vagina remained tight. Soon, Song Laoyu encountered resistance, comforting her, "Don't be afraid, Miss. It'll hurt a little at first, but it'll feel good later." Without giving Song Yan a chance to think, he directly broke her hymen. "It hurts so much, Uncle Laoyu!" Song Laoyu ignored her, speeding up his penetration until it was fully inside. A trickle of blood slowly flowed out. Song Yan felt Song Laoyu's penis almost hitting her lower abdomen, feeling like her uterus was about to burst. "It hurts… Uncle Laoyu… stop, I'm going to die… ah!" Old Man Song, having just tasted the pleasure of full penetration, no longer cared about Song Yan's feelings. He immediately began thrusting in and out with three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. "It's going to break... Uncle Old Man..." Song Yan gradually began to savor the pleasure and started talking nonsense, but Old Man Song didn't move. He pulled out his dragon. He didn't want Song Yan for a moment; he wanted Song Yan forever. "Uncle Old Man... don't stop... Yan'er feels so good," Song Yan cried out, her round, snowy buttocks twisting incessantly, yearning for Old Man Song to penetrate her again. "Then what should you call me?" Old Man Song tentatively asked, "Husband... husband, Yan'er wants to give herself to me.
" Old Man Song slapped Song Yan's pink buttocks hard. "Call me master." "Husband... master, my good master, this lowly servant wants..." Song Yan twisted her waist wildly. "Are you still that supreme young lady?" "No... no, master, Yan'er is not a young lady, Yan'er is your servant." "Very good," Song Laoyu continued his previous actions, but much slower. He had to constantly control his ejaculation because Song Yan's tender orifice was too tight. "Master, faster, oh~ so comfortable~." Seeing Song Yan completely subdued, Song Laoyu could no longer control himself and began to thrust wildly, each time penetrating completely. Song Yan supported herself on the bluestone table, her breasts swaying like waves. "Master, Yan'er is going to lose it..." After dozens of thrusts, Song Laoyu felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and with a soft "plop," most of his semen entered her uterus, while a large amount mixed with blood slowly flowed out. Song Laoyu withdrew his penis... The rod was placed between Song Yan's buttocks, while Song Yan lay panting heavily on the bluestone table, her snow-white breasts slightly deformed... "Song Yan, Song Yan, can you hear me?" Wang Sheng, watching the two of them standing motionless in front of the Thousand Illusion Poisonous Python by the moonlight, was extremely anxious. Hearing Wang Sheng's call, Song Yan suddenly realized that she had been in an illusion. However, the illusion had been so real that she felt both ashamed and regretful. Song Yan's lower body was already wet, her thin silk thong was mostly soaked, and her pink and white stockings were even tighter under her sweat, highlighting her long and alluring legs. Her hair was now matted, and her jade neck was covered in fragrant sweat, exuding a seductive charm. The contours of her slender waist and full breasts were clearly outlined. Song Laoyu also reacted. Looking at the alluring Song Yan and recalling the illusion, his crotch instantly hardened. "Miss, be careful!" Even voyeurism requires timing. Song Laoyu had some skill, and he immediately... The Thousand Illusion Poisonous Python had finished molting, but it was too fast. Although Song Yan dodged in time, her pink outfit was torn in two or three places, and her pink and white stockings on her inner thighs were also ripped open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. Song Laoyu dodged and carried Song Yan in a princess carry, his left hand touching half of her soft breast, his right hand holding her thigh, his penis becoming even harder. He then dodged to a tree. A blush rose on Song Yan's delicate face. "Master..." Song Yan immediately changed her words, "Uncle Laoyu, can you put me down?" At this moment, Song Yan wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She almost blurted out what she had said in the illusion, but Song Laoyu was unaware of this. He thought that only he knew about the illusion. In fact, Song Yan's illusion and Song Laoyu's illusion were connected. However, he didn't know why Song Laoyu could control dreams. Song Laoyu put Song Yan down and didn't forget to gently stroke her. Song Yan naturally thought it was unintentional. "Miss, you saw it too, the situation was critical, I was just..." Song Yan tried her best to hide the allure of her pink breasts, "I know..." Her voice trailed off, barely a whisper. "Run! I'll light the signal light, that's where you run!" Sure enough, a signal light flashed in the sky. Song Yan was about to rush over when Song Laoyu grabbed her hand. Touching Song Yan's soft hand, Song Laoyu's heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Even more comfortable than in the illusion." Then he said, "Miss, no! Look at the venomous python's fighting power, it's not something an ordinary person can handle. If we run towards the young master now, won't we just be causing him trouble?" It should have been a perfectly normal feeling for Song Yan to have her hand held, but having learned from the illusion, Song Yan felt very awkward, her face flushing even more. She couldn't help but think as she said, "Then, where to go..." just like a well-bred young lady before. "Miss, please look, the most dangerous place is the safest place." Song Laoyu pointed to the Thousand Illusion Venomous Python's lair. "Then... will that work..." "Miss, there's no time to think about this anymore." "Alright, then I'll tell Wang Sheng." "Miss, you're going to get your master killed! If he hears this, he'll rush to your rescue! Just say we're safe." Old Man Song was getting anxious. "Master... Uncle Old Man is absolutely right." "Wang Sheng, we're safe now, don't worry." The Thousand Illusion Poisonous Python, unable to find anyone, chased after the signal light, but that's a story for later. The entrance was small, only allowing them to crawl in. "Miss, you go in first, I'll cover you." Song Yan didn't refuse. She immediately adopted a doggy-style position, sticking out her pert buttocks, and slowly moved forward. Song Laoyu thought to himself, "This illusion has come true...hehe." Song Laoyu followed behind, occasionally leaning close to Song Yan's pert buttocks to smell the honey-like fluid. "I didn't expect Miss to be so wet." Of course, he could only think these thoughts and didn't dare to say them out loud. The deeper they went, the more light appeared ahead, and the cave finally widened a bit. Looking at Song Yan's pert buttocks and her snow-white thighs, Song Laoyu couldn't help but want to get his gun and go for it.
Song Yan said awkwardly, "Finally, I can sit down for a while." Old Yu Song, of course, didn't give her a chance. His old hands slapped Song Yan's pert buttocks, stroking them incessantly. This action startled Song Yan. "Uncle...Uncle Old Yu, what...what are you doing?" Her pink and white stockings, already torn to shreds by the venomous snake, had lost their concealing function, only adding to the allure. Old Yu Song tore Song Yan's diaper into several pieces and began to tease her anus. "Miss's skin is a hundred times more delicate than in my dreams," Old Yu Song said, stroking Song Yan's sensitive spots. "Uncle Old Fish...this was all your scheme, wasn't it? You deliberately lured me into this cave." "So what? You realized it too late." Song Yan's fair face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, barely suppressing her sensitivity. "Aren't you afraid I'll tell Wang Sheng right away?" Hehehe, "I'm afraid he's fighting a venomous python right now, and it's not exactly honorable to talk about this. Besides, Miss, you're already overflowing down there, why pretend to be chaste? To be honest, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. You're always dressed sexy or hot, and your stockings might even have semen stains on them." With that, Old Fish Song stuck out his long, drool-covered tongue and licked between Song Yan's thighs. "No...there...it's dirty~ um~", Song Yan covered her mouth and groaned a few times. "So much water, Miss's nectar is as sweet as the illusion." "Hmm?...So...the illusion is...real..." Upon hearing Song Yan's words, Song Laoyu immediately understood. It turned out Song Yan was truly in her own illusion. His penis bent like a banana, veins bulging. Song Laoyu smacked his lips, his massive member thrusting towards her pink vulva. "Uncle Laoyu, not anywhere is fine... anywhere else is okay..." The opening was too small; Song Yan couldn't release her primordial spirit, especially since Song Laoyu had her plump, upturned buttocks firmly planted. "Anywhere is fine?" Song Laoyu chuckled. "Mmm~." Song Laoyu then pulled the opening of Song Yan's pink outfit even wider, caressing her large breasts through the lace. He yanked down her soft bra, causing her breasts to bounce out, the bra making them even firmer. He pinched one of her pink nipples. "Miss, your nipples are already so hard, what are you pretending for?" "No...that's not true...nothing like that~" Old Man Song's dragon wasn't idle either, he was having sex with Song Yan's buttocks, "Miss, your butt is so tight, it feels so good." "No...no, it's not true." Old Man Song untied Song Yan's blue ribbon, her pink outfit was pulled up most of the way, revealing her snow-white back, then he put down his other hand and moved to attack Song Yan's thigh, "Miss's stockings feel so silky to the touch." "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum... ah!" Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower back, and Song Yan felt a heat on her back as her snowy back was covered in semen. Song Yan was burning with desire, yet she retained a sliver of reason, refusing to ask for more. Old Man Song, exhausted from kneeling for so long, finally found a more spacious spot and naturally wanted to take advantage of it. He sat up and shifted Song Yan's position, now placing her face against his crotch, her legs folded. His pungent penis slapped against her face. "Don't want to be fucked? Let's see how you please me." Having experienced the illusion, Song Yan clearly knew what Old Man Song meant. She immediately grabbed his massive penis with both hands, thinking it was even thicker and longer than in the illusion, and slowly brought it to her mouth. Her tongue circled the remaining semen on the tip of his penis twice. "So thick," she said. "Eat it," he said, slowly licking it like ice cream, gently swallowing and releasing the semen. "Great!" Old Man Song grabbed Song Yan's head and thrust, penetrating her completely in one go. "It needs to be this deep, it feels so good. Miss's little mouth is amazing, she learns so quickly." This "learns so quickly" naturally referred to what happened in the dream world. At first, Song Yan was uncomfortable, but later she was licking with smacking sounds. Old Man Song knew that this little bitch was in heat. Song Yan lifted her snowy breasts and tightly clamped Old Man Song's dragon root, rubbing up and down constantly. Her slippery breasts combined with the oral skills of Song Yan's little tiger teeth made him immediately ejaculate. He held Song Yan's head and shook it wildly. Poor Song Yan swallowed every last drop of Old Man Song's semen. When he pulled it out, there was a trace of silver thread, and he kept coughing. "Does Miss want more? Do you remember how you called me in the dream?" Song
Yan's face flushed red, and she whispered, "M-Master." "I was wondering why you always used the word 'Master' before." Hehe, "So, you were born a slut." "No...no." "Want it? Sit on top yourself." Song Yan's last shred of reason had vanished; all notions of ethics were forgotten. She spread her legs, her arms locking around Song Laoyu's neck, her D-cup breasts rubbing against his chest, her snowy buttocks slowly rising. "Uncle Laoyu, fuck me...Yan'er wants..." "What did you call me?" "Hmm~ Master...Master, use your big breasts..." "Fuck me!" Song Yan breathed softly, her fragrance as alluring as orchids and musk, captivating Song Laoyu's soul. Originally, Song Yan intended to break her hymen slowly, but Song Laoyu directly embraced her waist and thrust his entire long, curved penis into her tender opening. The tight flesh walls gripped Song Laoyu's massive member. "M-Master...Yan'er~ It hurts~ Ugh~ Hmm," Song Laoyu ignored her, showing no mercy as he thrust forcefully. "So tight. Looking at your innocent appearance, it seems you're just a wanton little bitch." To alleviate the pain, Song Yan's lips involuntarily kissed Song Laoyu, her delicate tongue intertwining with his. Her fragrant breath enveloped Song Laoyu, making him feel blissfully happy. Soon, Song Yan felt comfortable, breaking free from Song Laoyu's kiss, panting, "It's so itchy, so strange~ M-Master, thrust harder!" "I~" Just as she finished speaking, her cherry lips were sealed again. "Mmm~" Song Yan struggled to lift her snowy buttocks, each thrust making a slapping sound. Her fragrant tongue entwined with hers, her delicate breasts rubbed against each other, her private parts tightly wrapped, experiencing multiple sensations of pleasure. The beautiful woman's jade arms hooked around Song Laoyu's neck. "So deep, I'm going to die~ Mmm~" Poor Wang Sheng was still struggling to fight the poisonous python, while Song Laoyu and Song Yan were making love in the cave. "It's going to break~ Yan'er is going to be lost~ Yan'er is going to carry a baby for her master." "Ah~ So comfortable~" Song Yan lifted her long, fair legs and wrapped them around Song Laoyu's waist. Thinking of this, Song Laoyu could no longer control himself and ejaculated all at once. His vaginal fluid and semen mingled, making Song Yan's eyes roll back in shock, and she moaned incoherently. Her lower abdomen swelled slightly, a testament to her many offspring. After ejaculating more than ten times, Song Laoyu finally lay down on his side, watching the revered young lady beneath him, her juices flowing freely, calling him "master." Song Laoyu felt a surge of superiority and refused to let Song Yan go. He lay on his side, and Song Yan lay on her side as well, but Song Laoyu was in front, and Song Yan was behind, burying her face between his legs and biting him. "Miss's little mouth is always so comfortable to enjoy, I really want to..." "I'll kill you!" "Hmm... Master." Old Song suddenly had a funny idea, so he pressed Song Yan's walkie-talkie. Wang Sheng was overjoyed when he heard the call connect, but he was puzzled by the strange voice on the other end. "Hello? Song Yan?" A slurping sound came from the other end of the walkie-talkie. At this moment, Song Yan was giving Old Song oral sex, making smacking noises, and unintentionally replied, "Hmm~ Yes~." "Are you alright? I just killed the venomous python. Our objective is complete."
"Ah~ Amazing~ Mmm."
Old Song, thinking of his son-in-law's woman under him, said, "We're fine," and turned off the walkie-talkie. He grabbed Song Yan's hair tightly and his penis moved faster. Soon, a thick, yellowish-white liquid was ejaculated into Song Yan's cherry-like mouth. Song Yan naturally accepted it without resistance and swallowed it all... Old Song was getting old after all, and after such a struggle for a long time, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep...
[The End]

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