The Lustful Dragon

Upon arriving at the manor, after Da Long changed his clothes, Liu Qin'er pulled him to the backyard and had him truly demonstrate his signature martial arts. The result astonished Liu Qin'er, who was immediately taken aback. She had sparred with Cliff before in the capital and was deeply impressed by his strength. She knew that with Da Long's current skills, his chances of winning tomorrow were practically nonexistent.
It turned out that Da Long's skills were more than enough to deal with minor characters, but he was still lacking compared to a true master. Cliff, on the other hand, was a true master. Among the Four Swordsmen, Cliff was renowned for his lightning-fast swordsmanship; frankly, finding someone in the capital faster than Cliff was extremely difficult.
Seeing Da Long's skeptical look, Liu Qin'er said angrily, "Look carefully!" With that, she tossed a tree branch into the air. Da Long was about to ask a question when a flash of sword light appeared, and Liu Qin'er drew her sword.
Da Long saw a blur before his eyes, and Liu Qin'er's graceful body danced, as if several Liu Qin'er had suddenly appeared. White streaks flashed in the air, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut.
With a "whoosh!" Liu Qin'er sheathed her sword, and the tree branch in the air transformed into uniformly sized pieces of wood, falling like raindrops.
Liu Qin'er, without blushing or panting, asked Da Long, "Did you see clearly how many sword strikes there were in total?"
Da Long hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Eighteen sword strikes?!"
"Twenty-one sword strikes in total!" Liu Qin'er shook her head. "If you don't believe me, you can count the branches on the ground. When I left the capital three years ago, Cliff's 'Flash Combo' had the strength to unleash nineteen consecutive sword strikes. I suppose he's about at that level now?"
Da Long smiled awkwardly and said, "I know my swordsmanship isn't very good, but I'm very good at fighting."
Liu Qin'er was both amused and annoyed, stamping her foot and saying, "My young master, this is a duel with an expert witnessing every move, unlike a street brawl, a chaotic free-for-all."
Looking at Da Long, who was embarrassed and just chuckled awkwardly, Liu Qin'er couldn't help but complain, "Knowing your swordsmanship is bad, why did you accept the challenge without even asking me first? Now look what's happened..."
Da Long's mouth twisted into a smirk, "Judging from the way that guy looked at you, I knew he had ill intentions. Do you think I could tolerate someone plotting against my woman?"
Liu Qin'er's pretty face flushed red, and she said coquettishly, "Who's your woman?"
Da Long's eyes darted around, and he stepped forward, shamelessly wrapping his arm around Liu Qin'er's slender waist, whispering in her ear, "Yes, yes, you're not my woman, you're my good wife!" After saying that, he lightly kissed her smooth, jade-like face.
Liu Qin'er nestled weakly in his arms, whispering, "Tianlong, why care what others think? Don't you know my heart? I've already considered myself a member of your Ye family. Why did you act rashly?" Dalong
held this beautiful woman, deeply moved, feeling an overwhelming sense of pleasure from her soft, full body. He gently kissed her luscious lips.
Suddenly, Liu Qin'er was overcome with passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips tightly against his, and kissed him passionately. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and her tender tongue, like a nimble snake, slipped into Dalong's mouth, arching and teasing his tongue with fervor, while soft moans escaped her delicate nose.
After a long while, Liu Qin'er finally pushed Da Long away, panting softly. Her beautiful eyes glistened with tears as she weakly said, "Tianlong, I'm so scared! You're still no match for Cliff. What am I supposed to do?"
Da Long retorted defiantly, "We haven't even fought yet, and you already know I'm inferior?" Actually, this was just him being stubborn. Men always want to show strength in front of women, and they're unwilling to appear weak. Especially in front of a stunning beauty like Liu Qin'er, Da Long absolutely couldn't lose face.
After hearing Liu Qin'er's description and witnessing her swordsmanship, he already knew he was still somewhat inferior to them. He could have been a force to be reckoned with in Xijiang before, and recently, having acquired the true Yin energy of several exceptionally beautiful women, he felt he had made great progress. But in just a few days in the capital, he had encountered several masters far superior to himself. It seemed he had truly been a frog in a well before.
After much thought, his only advantage was that his martial arts skills were honed in actual combat, and he deeply understood the principles of ruthlessness, accuracy, and viciousness. Perhaps only close-quarters combat would offer him a chance. The problem was, would Cliff allow him to get close? He might not even be able to touch the hem of Cliff's clothes before being cut into several pieces by Cliff's "flash combo."
"I'm done!" This thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Knowing he was no match for Cliff, why fight to the death? Recognizing the situation was always the only way to survive.
At this moment, Liu Qin'er gently pushed him, coquettishly saying, "You men..." Suddenly, she tilted her head back, slightly uneasy, and said, "Tianlong, why don't you not go? Anyway, we're going to war in three days. We can postpone this duel until we get back."
Just as Dalong was about to speak, he suddenly saw Yuzhu rushing in from outside, her expression solemn. He couldn't help but feel a pang of unease and quickly embraced Liu Qin'er to greet her.
"I found that guy and tested his skills," Yu Zhu said, her tone slightly heavy. "He can unleash a nineteen-sword flashing combo. Young Master might not be able to match his speed."
Liu Qin'er asked, slightly puzzled, "Strange, why hasn't he improved at all these years? This is good news."
This is because the flashing combo becomes increasingly difficult to master at higher levels, and twenty swords is a significant hurdle. In fact, Liu Qin'er herself only recently broke through to a higher level, thanks to the Yin-Yang balance with Da Long, which elevated her skill and allowed her to reach a level above twenty swords. Liu Qin'er was unaware of this and naturally assumed Cliff was at the same level. However, Cliff should be proud to have mastered the flashing combo to nineteen swords; most people would be quite accomplished at fifteen.
Liu Qin'er thought for a moment, then sighed dejectedly, "Even so, he's still a little better than Tianlong!"
Dalong knew Yuzhu was subtly reminding him, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself. Both women believed he had no chance of winning, which only fueled his fighting spirit; his blood boiled again. He declared with boundless enthusiasm, "If everything has to be absolutely certain before doing it, what's the point of life?"
If Yu Fengwu were present, she would certainly scoff at this. Perfect planning was her style; she resolutely opposed impulsive acts of bravery. But to Liu Qin'er and Yuzhu, this was heroic spirit—doing what seemed impossible. Both women gazed intently at him, their beautiful eyes filled with admiration, captivated by Dalong's magnanimity. They felt the man before them had suddenly become a towering figure.
The beauty's admiration intoxicated Da Long, but after the intoxication subsided, reality troubled him, and he couldn't help but regret his gambler's temper.
Meanwhile, the two women also awoke from their momentary intoxication, and the three of them reconsidered their strategy. After all, the gap in their abilities was obvious, and it couldn't be bridged by mere words or heroic boasting.
Suddenly, Yu Zhu said fiercely, "Young Master, why don't I go and take care of that guy first, or at least injure him a little? That way, he'll be fine tomorrow!"
Liu Qin'er shook her head vigorously, repeatedly saying, "No, no! That would be too obvious!"
Da Long thought to himself, 'Damn it, these two beautiful young women are both stronger than me, and this little wench Yu Zhu talks so casually. Does she think he's made of paper?' However, he also knew Yu Zhu's current strength; there were probably few people on the entire continent who could surpass her. After all, the Dark Clan, having broken their seal, were said to be able to resist the gods. As
the three were discussing this, a servant suddenly reported, 'His Majesty has decreed that Da Long is summoned to the palace!'
The three exchanged bewildered glances. Da Long had just returned from the Palace of No Worries; they truly didn't understand why the Emperor wanted to see him again. When the dragon arrived at the palace, he was greatly surprised to find that Cliff was also there. Just as he was wondering what was going on, a palace attendant summoned them both into the council chamber
. Da Long paced back and forth in the luxurious room, his mind filled with questions: "What is that old emperor up to? He summoned us to the palace, made us rest here for the night, and even wants tomorrow's duel to be held in the palace." "Forget it, don't think about it, too much trouble! Anyway, it's not a bad thing!" Da Long stopped, comfortably sitting in a cushioned chair. He picked up a jade cup from the table and began toying with it: "How to get through tomorrow's ordeal is a problem. It seems running away is impossible. Perhaps..." A slow smile appeared on his thoughtful face; he was making a decision. "Hey! Come out!" Da Long suddenly looked up, glaring at him, and said, "I know you're here. If you don't come out, I'm going to spank you!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Zhu's beautiful figure slowly appeared before him. "Young Master, Sister Qin wants to ask what's going on? Ah..." Before Yu Zhu could finish speaking, Da Long pressed her onto his knees and swung his hand, landing it on her alluring buttocks. "Slap, slap, slap!" Da Long slapped her three times without a word. Amid Yu Zhu's cries of pain, Da Long said, "Don't play tricks on me again, understand? You've been here for a while, and you still haven't shown yourself. What are you trying to do?" Yu Zhu rubbed her buttocks, grumbling, "It hurts! I just wanted to see if you could really find me, Young Master!" Da Long, his plan complete, was in high spirits. He gently kneaded Yu Zhu's plump buttocks, saying with pity, "Does it really hurt? Come, let me see!" With that, his fingers hooked onto Yu Zhu's belt, pulling and tugging. Before Yuzhu could even comprehend what was happening, her trousers had been pulled down to her buttocks, revealing a plump, white, and lustrous bottom. A few red palm prints adorned it, making her alabaster-like bottom even more alluring and captivating, stirring endless fantasies. Yuzhu felt a sudden coolness followed by heat on her buttocks as Dalong's hand caressed her smooth mound, stroking it. She couldn't help but say shyly, "Young Master, it's daytime, and we're in the palace..." Dalong pinched her full mound and chuckled, "Don't worry, no one will come. The Emperor forbids anyone to disturb us so we'll be in top condition tomorrow." " But, Sister Qin, she still..." Yuzhu's slender hand pressed down on Dalong's restless hand, trying to make one last effort. Without hesitation, Da Long vigorously stroked Yu Zhu's fragrant buttocks. Yu Zhu's slender hand, which had been pressing against the back of his hand, seemed to be helping him to stroke her more forcefully: "What does it matter if your sister Qin's end is a little later? My goodness, I've been wanting this tempting buttocks for so long, so tender and smooth! And so elastic, it's making me drool!" A slight itch came from her buttocks, and hearing Da Long's words, Yu Zhu couldn't help but be aroused. After all, when she was with Da Long, there were always several people around, and they shared their affections, rarely having time alone. She released her slender hand from Da Long's hand, lay down on his legs, and raised her plump, snowy buttocks high. At this moment, Da Long's fingers slid into the deep crevice between the mounds of flesh, splitting into two paths: his middle finger explored the front garden, while his thumb pressed against the anus. His nimble middle finger tapped, rubbed, hooked, and pressed between the two delicate, smooth petals, causing Yu Zhu to moan and wriggle her hips slightly. This caused her sensitive, tender anus, hidden deep within her fleshy mound, to rub incessantly against Da Long's thumb. The simultaneous itchy and tingling sensations from both parts of her lower body brought Yu Zhu both pleasure and discomfort. She secretly tightened her labia, clamping down on the finger crawling along her vulva, hoping to gain more pleasure, while simultaneously retracting her tender anus, because she felt her anus was very unclean, and the contact between her thumb and that area filled her with shame. Sensing Yu Zhu's reaction, Da Long couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. He was still thinking about deflowering Yu Zhu's anus! 'I'll make you even more ashamed later!' Thinking this, his thumb pressed even closer to the anus, gently rubbing, while his middle finger slipped into the already moist and warm honey hole. At this moment, Yu Zhu's secret cave was overflowing with spring water, her honeyed flesh itching, tightly gripping the unmoving middle finger, writhing and entwining. Her drooping hands grasped Da Long's calves, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, and she kept panting and moaning. Just as Da Long felt Yu Zhu's flesh cave burning with desire, about to experience ecstasy, he heard light footsteps outside, followed by a knock on the door. Passionate Yu Zhu quickly jumped up, pulled up her pants, and disappeared in a flash. Da Long couldn't help but curse this ungrateful fellow in his heart for ruining his good time. (8) Sharpening the spear before the battle Opening the door, Da Long was stunned. Standing in front of him was a beautiful girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with her hair in two buns, dressed as a maid, smiling at him. Seeing that it was a beautiful young woman, Da Long's anger subsided by half. He asked, "What is it?" The young woman bowed and said, "Xiao Chun greets Your Excellency!" Then she looked up and said with a smile, "His Majesty sent me to ask if Your Excellency needs anything else? What would Your Excellency like to eat tonight? Please give me your orders." Da Long waved his hand and said, "I don't need anything. Just make sure it's delicious tonight!" Xiao Chun said, "I guarantee you'll be satisfied! Then I'll take my leave." With that, she turned and gracefully left. As soon as Da Long closed the door, he softly called, "Yu Zhu, Yu Zhu!" But there was no answer. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Yu Zhu had already left. He thought to himself, "She actually ran away! Next time, I'll make her cry her eyes out. Oh dear, now my happy time is over!" Da Long sat bored in the quiet room, when suddenly an idea struck him. Surrounded by women for some time now, he rarely had such a peaceful moment. He took out something he had obtained from Master Gui and began to examine it closely. "What is this?" Da Long held a short, cylindrical object. Its dark body exuded a cold, aloof aura. At the top of the cylinder was a gleaming, octopus-like claw connected by a thin, transparent thread. Several hooks were attached around the claw. The entire object was exquisitely crafted and sturdy. Da Long tugged on the thread; it was incredibly strong. An expert would have recognized it as being made of the silk of a jade spider, impervious to water and fire, and unharmed by swords—a truly rare treasure. Da Long pulled for a long time but couldn't budge it. Then he noticed a small protrusion at the bottom of the tube. Curious, he pressed it, and the tube vibrated slightly. With a "bang," the grappling hook popped out with great force, shooting towards the opposite wall. With a "thud," the hook opened and hooked onto the wall, and the multiple hooks also hooked onto the four sides, firmly gripping the wall. Da Long pulled several times with all his might, but the hook didn't budge. The thin rope connected to the hook was completely transparent, almost invisible unless one was very focused. He went up and removed the hook, releasing the rope completely. It was over sixty feet long.

Da Long was overjoyed. This thing was incredibly useful; with it, many insurmountable obstacles could be easily overcome. He thought to himself, "It seems Master Gui truly lives up to his reputation; he's really skilled. The things he makes are truly ingenious. I must give him a good beating next time I have the chance."
After playing with the thing for a while, Da Long put it away. He couldn't wait to examine the other things and see what other good things awaited him.
He picked up another similar cylinder. This dark red cylinder was only one finger long and two fingers thick, strangely shaped. Upon closer inspection, many patterns were carved on its surface. Touching it, he felt that the surface was uneven and very rough.
With his previous experience, Da Long hurriedly searched for the mechanism. Strangely, there was no protruding button or switch on this thing. Da Long examined it closely and found that the raised texture on the tube was shiny and smooth, as if it had been frequently rubbed, and it faintly shone with an unusual luster.
Da Long accidentally twisted the lower part of the tube, and with a soft "snap," followed by a buzzing sound, the tube began to change.
"Wow! This is...this isn't..." Da Long stared at the thing in his hand, speechless. Several identical sections slowly emerged from the tube, the top section being bright red and pointed, with a bulging lower section, resembling a man's glans.
It turned out this thing was a sex toy. Da Long couldn't help but laugh and be annoyed. However, it was indeed exquisitely made; the several sections of the tube twisted in different directions, and even the glans was made lifelike, with several small protruding bumps.
Gazing at the twirling sex toy in his hand, Da Long muttered, "What a master craftsman! He really knows how to make things, even this! Looks like he's quite the expert in this field!" Little did he know, the master craftsman's wife, Lady Mulan, was a woman with a voracious libido. The poor master craftsman, unable to satisfy her desires and fearing her infidelity, had no choice but to rack his brains to create ingenious sex toys to appease her.
The master craftsman, a master of mechanical contraptions, was naturally adept at making these things. He often stole the finest materials while making things for others to craft sex toys. These toys were powerful, portable, and incredibly valuable, truly satisfying Lady Mulan.
Da Long then looked at the remaining two items. Upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but chuckle. These two were also exquisitely crafted sex toys, each with different functions and strange shapes.
"These things are really interesting. I wonder when I can find someone to use them!" Da Long carefully placed them away, then mentally planned how to use them. Lost in thought, he took out the sex toys, anticipating the scene of using them on a woman.
And so, evening arrived. Unfortunately, the Emperor had summoned Da Long and Cliff to the palace, offering them a quiet place to rest, but Da Long had simply slacked off. If Liu Qin'er and the others knew, they would be furious.
At dusk, the pretty palace maid Xiao Chun, along with several other maids, brought Da Long a fine meal. After setting the food on the table, Xiao Chun said, "Please enjoy your meal, sir!" and then quietly led her people away.
As she left, Da Long vaguely sensed a strange smile on her face, as if something was amiss, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what was wrong. Da Long shook his head, sat down at the table, and began to enjoy the food prepared by the royal chef.
After one taste, Da Long couldn't help but exclaim in delight. Truly worthy of the royal chef's skill, even a simple four-dish meal with soup was presented beautifully, fragrant, and delicious—a
true pleasure to eat. "Being an emperor is really great! Being able to taste such delicacies every day, I'm so envious!" Da Long thought to himself, eating without stopping.
Meanwhile
, in a magnificent room not far from them, the spoiled princess was also slowly eating, but her meal was far more lavish than Da Long's. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to have a very good appetite, only tasting a small amount of each dish.
A soft knock sounded at the door. The princess put down her chopsticks, raised her head, and said sweetly, "Come in!"
The carved vermilion door was gently pushed open, and Xiaochun and Xiaoqiu entered gracefully, one after the other.
The princess's beautiful eyes lit up, and she asked urgently, "How is it?"
Xiaochun replied in her clear voice, "Your Highness, everything went smoothly!" Xiaoqiu nodded gently beside her.
"Very good!" The princess put down her chopsticks, stood up from her chair, and walked to the two maids: "Go and bring them here! Do as I say, and don't cause any trouble! Understand?" "
Yes!" Xiaochun and Xiaoqiu replied in unison.
Xiaoqiu thought to herself, 'You tell us not to cause any trouble, but actually, you're the biggest trouble! Alas, poor young Master Cliff!'
The princess suddenly chuckled and said, "If anything goes wrong, you'll be counted in too." Looking at the two maids' pale faces, she added, "They say it's a very pleasurable thing, and some people really enjoy it. Don't you want to?" The
two poor maids quickly excused themselves and fled the room that had filled them with fear, terrified that this capricious princess would pull some other trick to trap them as well.
Staring at the door that Xiao Qiu had casually closed behind her, the princess stood for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, rushed to the dressing table, opened the cabinet underneath, and began rummaging through it.
"Ha, found it!" After turning the cabinet upside down, the princess pulled out a book made of an unknown material; its faded and worn appearance indicated that the book had endured a long period of time. She spread the book out on the bed, flipping through it quickly, muttering to herself, "It's all my fault for not reading this book properly before. Now I have to look it up when I need it. What a hassle!" "
It's here!" The princess had already flipped to the last few pages, pointing to a passage with her jade-like fingers, reading it carefully. Her focused expression was completely different from her previous self.
After
finishing the last sip of soup, Da Long stood up contentedly, patting his belly, thinking, "If I could have such good food every day, life wouldn't be so bad." After taking a few steps, Da
Long stopped. He suddenly felt a languid feeling all over his body, a slight warmth rising from his lower abdomen, and an indescribable sensation in his heart—not quite comfortable, not quite painful, but not quite either. This was an unusual feeling he had never experienced before.
"What's going on? Could I be poisoned?" Da Long secretly circulated his qi for a while, but couldn't find anything wrong. Then, this strange feeling disappeared, and he suddenly felt incredibly energetic, his limbs throbbing with a restless urge, as if he wanted to shout and find a place to release his pent-up energy.
"Something's not right!" Da Long was startled. There must be something fishy about this; it couldn't be like this. At that moment, he was completely unaware that a faint pinkish mist was appearing in the corner of the room. Slowly, the mist dissipated, and at the same time, a faint fragrance began to fill the entire room.
When Da Long smelled this fragrance, the entire room was enveloped in a strange, pale pink light. Bewildered by the bizarre scene before him, Da Long stood there like a dumb goose, inhaling the sweet fragrance.
It wasn't until he felt his heart race and his blood boil that he realized, "This is the legendary Lust Barrier! Someone in the palace knows this almost lost art?!" He tried to move his feet, but found they seemed to have no will of their own; he couldn't even take a step.
Little did Da Long know that what appeared in his room was not just a nearly lost art of lust, but the most powerful kind, called "Heavenly Demon's Desire." The caster could manipulate the spell from a great distance using a catalyst. Those afflicted by this spell were completely immersed in boiling desire, and only continuous intercourse could dissipate its power. Even a woman born without desire would be aroused, and even after the spell was broken, her strength would be greatly diminished due to being completely drained. But what was even more astonishing was that it was undetectable afterward, appearing as a natural decline in physical strength.
Da Long felt as if his body was about to explode; his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were dry, and all he could think about was finding a woman. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had used aphrodisiacs on many women before, but he never imagined he would fall for this himself. It was a cruel joke!
At that moment, the door was gently pushed open a crack, and two women draped in long robes slipped in before the door closed again.
Da Long looked closely and saw that the two women who entered were both quite attractive, but their appearances were extremely seductive, clearly not respectable women.
They approached Da Long together, and even before they reached him, an alluring scent of flesh wafted into his nostrils, igniting his already heightened lust. Strangely enough, Da Long seemed to suddenly regain his mobility, and he involuntarily stepped forward.
As they approached Da Long, the two women simultaneously lifted their wide robes, revealing themselves completely naked, their bodies utterly exposed. Both women were voluptuous and alluring, with high, prominent breasts, round, plump buttocks, and lush pubic hair at the base of their thighs. The glimpses of their full, rounded flesh as they moved were incredibly seductive to any man.
Already burning with lust, Da Long embraced the two women, who exchanged knowing smiles, quite pleased with the man before them.
They leaned close to Da Long's ears, whispering sweetly, "Your servants Xia Fang and Qiu Fang greet you, sir!" Then, they took his earlobes into their mouths, their lips slightly parted, gently licking them with their tongues. The slight tickling made Da Long groan in pleasure, while the women's scent further fueled his desire.
Da Long's hands kneaded and fondled their full, voluptuous bodies, his penis already erect and throbbing. Xia Fang and Qiu Fang, both seasoned veterans of the brothel, were incredibly seductive and skilled in their arts. Having received their reward, and seeing that although this man was somewhat rough, he possessed an air of arrogance that made him stand out from the crowd, they served him even more diligently.
Xia Fang and Qiu Fang clearly divided their tasks as they undressed Da Long. Xia Fang pressed her red lips to Da Long's mouth, her tongue tracing a delicate line against his, while her hands deftly removed his shirt. Qiu Fang, meanwhile, knelt down and unzipped Da Long's pants, revealing his fiery, erect penis, which throbbed and pulsated before her.
His aroused penis was thicker than usual, nearly a foot long and as thick as five fingers. Even Qiu Fang, with her extensive experience, couldn't help but gasp in surprise at the enormous member before her. Hearing Qiu Fang's cry, Xia Fang glanced over and was equally astonished: if this thing went inside him, wouldn't he die? The thought only fueled her passion, causing an unbearable itch in her vagina, which began to secrete fluids, and her labia fluttered.
Qiu Fang, aroused by the masculine scent emanating from the massive penis, narrowed her eyes and trembled slightly as she reached out to caress Da Long's penis. The feeling was reminiscent of her first time being groomed, the night her virginity blossomed.
Da Long felt that warm, soft hand, as tender as lips, and his penis grew even harder and hotter from the touch. His arousal had reached its peak, and he could no longer delay. He pushed Xia Fang aside, pulled Qiu Fang to his feet, and embraced her full body. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were brimming with tears; she was clearly deeply moved.
A pang of pity rose in Da Long's heart. He placed her on the large bed, making her lie on her back, and reached out to fondle her high, full breasts. He had only touched her a few times when Qiu Fang's arousal was already heightened, and sticky, lustful fluid flowed uncontrollably from her purplish-red vulva.
Qiu Fang gently lifted one of her pink and tender white legs, rubbing her rounded calf against Da Long's burning hot penis. Her eyes were half-closed, alluring, her seductive manner enough to seduce any man.
Da Long pulled a long pillow from the bed and placed it under Qiu Fang's slender waist. He spread her slender ankles wide, exposing the vulva hidden among the lush pubic hair. The lustful fluid inside had already soaked the pubic hair at the entrance, clinging to the thick labia, a reddish-purple, glossy black, utterly captivating.
Da Long aimed at Zhang He's throbbing labia and thrust his thick penis into her hot, wet opening. Qiu Fang quickly relaxed her vaginal muscles, exhaling softly, and opened the door to let the enormous member into her vagina. Only halfway in, the large glans touched something that was neither bone nor flesh; Da Long knew this was the clitoris, the most sensitive spot on a woman's body.
It turned out that Qiu Fang's clitoris was relatively shallow, and this position made it more prominent. Combined with Da Long's unusually long penis, this made it so easy for him to reach it.
Seeing that they had already started, Xia Fang could only lean against the headboard, caressing her breasts and vulva to alleviate her own desire. Seeing Qiu Fang's eyes closed, looking blissfully ecstatic, her own lust intensified, and her vaginal fluids flowed even more freely.
Qiu Fang was savoring the exquisite sensation of her vagina being completely filled by the penis; the pleasure was incomparable. Da Long had already begun thrusting forcefully. With each in-and-out motion, the glans scraped against the tender flesh of her vagina, drawing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid, wetting the pillow and sheets below. Each thrust went in deeper, the glans pressing against her trembling clitoris, probing a little further inside.
Qiu Fang cried out incessantly, her moans of pleasure truly top-notch. Her cries of "Darling, Brother, Daddy, Grandpa" were melodious and rhythmic, fueling Da Long's lust. He thrust harder, creating a cacophony of fleshy sounds and wetness, quite amusing.
Da Long thrust over three hundred times in one go, inserting his entire penis into her vagina, the glans completely inside her clitoris, tightly enveloped by it.
As Da Long gently withdrew a little, he immediately thrust in hard again. Qiu Fang grabbed her plump breasts with both hands and squeezed them tightly, crying out, "My dear sir! I'm dying!" With that, her whole body trembled, and thick vaginal fluid gushed from deep within her womb, splashing onto the glans that was blocking her clitoris, greatly pleasing Da Long.
Qiu Fang also felt incredibly comfortable, as the warm, pleasant sensation of her vaginal fluid and semen trapped inside her was something she had never experienced before. But what followed was unbearable. The increasing amount of vaginal fluid and semen made her lower abdomen feel swollen, and Da Long didn't stop. He continued his shallow and deep thrusts, and soon Qiu Fang was crying out in agony. She felt as if her heart was being shattered and crushed.
Xia Fang quickly pulled Da Long over. As his massive penis was withdrawn, waves of fluid gushed from Xia Fang's vagina. This single act of intercourse was equivalent to five or six times a day. It turned out that although Da Long had been drugged with the "Heavenly Demon Desire," his usual "Purple Mansion Yin-Yang Secret Technique" had automatically activated.
Even Da Long himself was unaware of this. Normally, his intercourse with women was mutually beneficial, meaning he consciously used the art of absorbing nourishment. But now, under the intense influence of lust, he was completely unaware of controlling the use of his secret technique.
As soon as Da Long's penis entered Xia Fang's wet vagina, she immediately let out a satisfied moan. The feeling of fullness was truly indescribable. She vigorously thrust her plump buttocks, making the thick penis thrust in and out of her vagina in a way that made her soul sway.
Only then did she truly understand what it meant to be on the verge of death and rebirth. Her vagina was a mixture of soreness and itching, a chaotic symptom that made her entire body tremble. She pressed her full breasts against Da Long's chest, rubbing them forcefully, her legs clamping tightly around his waist, her hips shaking wildly, her waist swaying violently, and she cried out in a frenzy. A cacophony of sounds filled her plump vulva, and with each thrust of his penis, her juices splashed everywhere.
With each thrust, Da Long would bring his penis to the entrance before plunging it all the way in, reaching her very core, causing Xia Fang to alternate between crying and laughing. Eventually, she stopped even groaning, her eyes tightly closed, limp and lifeless, as if dead.
After more than five hundred thrusts, Xia Fang seemed to experience a final burst of energy, writhing wildly before letting out a scream: "I'm dead! I'm dead!" A gush of hot, sticky vaginal fluid spurted out, which Da Long sucked up.
Driven by lust, Da Long thrust in and out over four hundred times, the sounds of his penetration echoing from Xia Fang's vagina. Xia Fang's eyes had already rolled back, and she lay motionless, only her vaginal fluids gushing out, which Da Long drank to his heart's content.
Seeing Da Long's prowess, Qiu Fang, who had just caught her breath, was both delighted and frightened, and quickly took over. For a moment, the three women in the room, driven by the lustful barrier of "Heavenly Demon's Desire," were engulfed in a frenzied act of intercourse. While the two women experienced unprecedented satisfaction, the continuous orgasms drained their vital energy. They knew that continuing like this might lead to their deaths, but they simply couldn't bear to stop. "Princess, something terrible has happened!"
Xiaochun
flung open the door and rushed to the princess.
The princess glared at Xiaochun: "What's the matter? Are they dead?"
"No!" Xiaochun blushed, stammering, "Young Master Cliff has calmed down, but... but Lord Great Dragon is still..." She trailed off, overwhelmed with shame, unable to continue. After all, she was still a naive young girl, and words too shameful to utter could not be spoken.
"So what? Let that lecherous fellow exhaust himself. Tomorrow, he won't have as much stamina as Cliff, isn't that just what you want?" The princess yawned widely, speaking nonchalantly.
"No!" Xiaochun lightly stamped her foot: "That guy looks full of energy, but those two women are exhausted. Xiaoqiu said that if this continues, someone might die! She's over there watching."
"Really?" The princess stood up in disbelief: "Come on, let's go see!" Her original intention was to make both of them too exhausted during the duel to use their finer techniques, turning a formal duel into a brutal brawl. The thought of the invited masters staring in disbelief made her ecstatic. If someone died then, there wouldn't be any good show to watch tomorrow, which was not what she wanted.
Just as they reached the door of Da Long's room, they heard Xiao Qiu's cries and wails coming from inside. Xiao Chun and her sister, acting in unison, pushed open the door and rushed in, letting out a startled cry: "Ah! Sister..." The princess followed, and upon seeing the scene in the room, she was equally shocked.
On the large bed lay two naked women, their faces pale, but with extremely satisfied smiles on their lips. Their legs were wide open, their pink thighs and buttocks a mess, the sheets soaked with vaginal fluid; they had clearly passed out in ecstasy. Da Long was pressing the disheveled Xiao Qiu onto the table, violently penetrating the poor girl's tender vulva from behind. Tearful strips of cloth torn from Xiao Qiu's body were scattered on the floor.
Xiao Qiu's light silk trousers were already torn to shreds, offering no cover whatsoever. Her snow-white, smooth, and delicate buttocks were completely exposed, stained with faint red marks. The thick, purplish-red penis was relentlessly thrusting in and out of her buttocks, blood trickling down her fair thighs.
Xiao Qiu helplessly twisted her body, crying and screaming, her two pink and smooth legs trembling uncontrollably, revealing her pain and despair. Xiao Chun, standing nearby, pounded, punched, and shouted, trying to pull the large penis away.
Because the princess had given prior orders, even if the guards heard the commotion, they dared not approach, fearing to anger the capricious princess and face dire consequences. Therefore, despite the commotion, no one paid any attention.
Seeing Xiaochun about to knock Dalong down, the princess shoved her away: "Letting him do it won't kill him. What are you trying to do? If you don't let him vent, you won't see the show tomorrow."
The princess had seen many such scenes before. Her brothers often did outrageous things, and her superhuman skills allowed her to see things they didn't want others to see. So, at a young age, she knew a lot. As for a maid being violated, so be it. Although she was her favorite maid, she was still a servant. It couldn't be blamed; her upbringing and class differences naturally instilled this kind of thinking in her.
"If he hasn't vented yet, then you can take over!" The princess pointed to Dalong, who was rampaging behind Xiaochun, and said indifferently to Xiaochun, whose eyes were filled with tears.
Xiaochun, who was regretting leaving her younger sister there, felt her heart sink upon hearing her master's words. Suppressing her grief and anger, she respectfully replied, "Yes!"
Looking at her suffering sister, Xiaochun was secretly horrified, and couldn't help but feel relieved that she wasn't the one being violated. Thinking of this, she inwardly berated herself: 'How could you have such thoughts? So heartless to my sister!'
It turned out that the kind-hearted Xiaoqiu, seeing the two women being brutally violated by Dalong, barely breathing, wanted to intervene and restrain him. However, she was like a lamb entering a wolf's den; Dalong, overcome with lust, grabbed her and quickly deflowered her. The young girl's newly developed, tender vagina was so tight and narrow, each penetration bringing him intense pleasure, and his speed increased.
Poor Xiao Qiu felt as if she were being tortured. The insertion of the penis felt like a dull knife digging into her tender private parts, causing her immense pain. She wished she could faint immediately, but the pain only made her feel the friction of the penis inside her vagina more clearly. The friction between the glans and her sensitive clitoris brought her an unprecedented tingling, itching, and numb sensation, leaving her unsure of what to call it.
Finally, after a series of violent thrusts, the penis roared and plunged to its hilt into Xiao Qiu's tight little hole. The glans slapped against her tender clitoris, making Xiao Qiu feel a mixture of pain, numbness, and soreness in her lower body. Amid Xiao Qiu's cries of agony, the hot penis, tightly wrapped in her tender flesh and mucous membranes, throbbed incessantly, and streams of thick, turbid semen poured into the girl's tender uterus. The scalding impact made Xiao Qiu throw her head back and scream in agony.

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