Fairy vs. Monk

Moonlight streamed through the dilapidated gate into the ravaged hall, casting a pale, lifeless glow. An old man lay quietly on the ground, cradling a small golden Buddha statue. A faint golden light emanated from the Buddha, surrounding the old man as if he were asleep. A dozen paces away stood a tall, listless figure, eyes vacant, arms hanging limply, his body trembling occasionally. Several meters away, another figure lay supine, tightly embracing another, emitting various slight rustling sounds. After a long while, a groan was heard, and the figure released its embrace, kicking it away, and lay panting on the ground. The object kicked away was none other than a withered, headless corpse.
The figure slowly rose from the ground. It was a woman with a bewitching face and deathly pale skin. She was still wearing the slightly transparent black bodysuit that would blend into the night, but her hair was disheveled from the fierce battle. Leaning against a pillar of the hall, she kept vomiting something—bone fragments. The ground was littered with bone fragments, including the skull of the corpse from before, which was unrecognizable and had been licked clean of all flesh…

In the previous brutal fight, the woman had exhausted all her means, and finally… Having devoured Chi Lie's brains and flesh, her demonic power began to circulate, forcing out the golden light within her body with her blood essence. She looked around, hesitated, then slowly walked towards the old man lying on the ground. The old man's

eyes were closed, motionless, his body enveloped in a faint golden light. The woman reached his side, hesitated, then lightly touched him with her fingernail. "Boom!" A violent spark flashed, and the woman was actually knocked back several steps; her nose began to bleed again. It seemed that Chi Lie's essence blood had limited effect after all. Seeing the old man unharmed, the woman was furious. But she was helpless. Suddenly, she noticed the dazed giant to the side. After thinking for a moment, she vigorously wiped her nose several times, her hand covered in blood, and beckoned to the giant with her index finger. "Come here!"
"Come here!" Her shout only confused the giant even more.

"What am I doing?" Big Guy's head throbbed with pain, and he closed his eyes in agony...

Bits of information flashed through his mind, and he seemed to recall something.

"Come here!" Another shout rang out.

Startled, Big Guy's face finally went blank again. He walked over, staring intently at her hand, but dared not move. She reached out her left arm, wrapped it around Big Guy's neck, and pulled him close to her chest. She licked Big Guy's face hard with her bloodied tongue, then used her blood-covered right hand to wipe his face. Big Guy greedily licked her hand until the blood was gone, his eyes becoming unfocused. "Go, take that thing away from that old man's hand." Big Guy turned around blankly, walked directly to the old man, picked up the golden Buddha, and walked aside, surprisingly unharmed. The golden light surrounding the old monk rapidly diminished.

"Beast!" Suddenly, the old monk opened his eyes, flipped over, and tried to get up to snatch the golden Buddha. A gust of wind suddenly blew from the side, and a black figure, whipping around in a whirlwind, crashed into him. The old monk, being a martial artist, sensed the danger and twisted his body backward with all his might. A tearing sound followed. His monk's robe was ripped open.

"Hmph," the black figure stopped. It was the woman. She held up her hand, now covered in sharp claws, and glanced at him, seemingly surprised that the old monk had dodged.

The old monk inwardly groaned. When the Buddha statue was in his possession, he was eighty or ninety percent confident in subduing this female demon. Now, the large figure was under some kind of spell, and had actually stolen his golden Buddha. What was he to do?
Another gust of wind blew, and the woman flew close to the ground. The old monk grabbed his robe, ripped it off, and flung it in the direction she had come from. The woman simply extended her claws forward, tearing the robe to shreds. In that instant, the robe obscured her vision…

“Hoo!!!!!”

Another cloud of smoke billowed in the hall. After a while, the smoke cleared, and the old monk, shirtless, lay on the ground, blood flowing from several claw wounds. Not far away, a figure crawled up from the ground, completely naked and covered in wounds, a veritable blood gourd. It was none other than the woman. She could barely walk, stumbling after a few steps, before slowly crawling over and pounced on the old monk, angrily shouting: “You old bald thief, how am I supposed to deal with you!”

It turned out that the old monk had already channeled all his inner energy, his years of cultivation bringing it all to the top of his head. His earlier helpless and conflicted expression was half feigned, half due to the pent-up energy. When he flung his robes away, it was to block the woman's view. The woman, as expected, fell for the trap. As she tore her robes and rushed towards him, the old monk had already formed a mudra, aimed it at her, and unleashed the Buddhist mantra "Hum," imbued with years of refined practice, striking the woman squarely. But the old monk ultimately… Being only a mortal, and already advanced in years, he hastily used his supernatural powers, already a beat too slow. His protective Buddha statue was gone, greatly reducing the power of his abilities. Exhausted, he collapsed to the ground. The woman was even worse off; struck by the spell, her flesh tore apart, her vital energy leaking out, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off. She was thrown to the ground, lifeless, only beginning to wail in agony after a long while. Had a woman or child been there, they could have easily dealt with this demon…

Finally, relying on her demonic strength, the woman was the first to rise. She straddled the old monk, who was indeed too weak to struggle. The woman, blasted by the attack, was covered in blood, drops falling from her chin to the ground. Her eyes were red, yet she appeared even more sinister. With a flick of her long little fingernail, she tore open the old monk's pants. She opened her mouth full of sharp teeth, about to bite down, when she suddenly noticed that the old monk's penis was unusually large. Decades of virginity training had indeed yielded remarkable results. She paused, then probed the old monk's neck, chest, and lower abdomen with her hands. After looking at the dazed man, she suddenly smiled: "Tonight's losses are too great, so I'll first find some interest from between my legs."

She stuck out her tongue, and after several breaths, the sharp, file-like teeth on it softened and shrank, soon turning into small, protruding fleshy bumps. At the same time, it secreted a sweet-smelling liquid—this was the woman's ultimate move: extremely potent aphrodisiac fluid. The woman leaned down and kissed the old monk fiercely on the lips. The old monk had already woken up, his body weak. He watched as she pressed her tongue into his mouth, teasing it, while a fishy liquid continuously poured into his mouth, making him want to vomit. However, his face was held tightly by the woman, unable to move. Soon, the effect appeared. His penis, already erect and swollen from stimulation, became even more engorged, reaching a length of seven inches and a diameter of an inch. The glans was purplish-red, swaying predatorily. Seeing that the time was right, the woman stood up, spread her legs, and straddled the old monk. She then leaned down, bringing her cherry lips to his ear, and whispered, "You old bald donkey, tonight I'm going to fuck you to death!"

The old monk was shocked. Before he could react, the woman's vagina had already tightly gripped his penis. He felt a surge of pleasure, an unprecedented comfort. He groaned and tried to pull his penis away, but the woman laughed lasciviously, "Trying to run away?" With a thrust of her hips, her vagina held his penis firmly, and she slammed down, completely engulfing it. Simultaneously, she arched her slender waist, and in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she had thrust over a thousand times. In an instant, his penis throbbed, his glans dilated, and he was on the verge of ejaculation. The old monk was shocked. He quickly took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to ejaculate, and silently recited Buddhist mantras to resolve the current crisis. However, the woman stopped moving and instead pressed down on the old monk, her vagina tightly gripping his penis. Her lower abdomen contracted rapidly, and the old monk felt the vaginal muscles pulsating inside, wave after wave, constantly squeezing his penis from base to glans, every part burning hot and uncomfortable. His penis, which had just stabilized, began to throb again, and he involuntarily groaned twice. Suddenly, the woman's vaginal muscles tightened, clenching fiercely, the flesh at her clitoris rubbing hard against the glans. The old monk roared, and streams of semen gushed out, shooting deep into her vagina.

This ejaculation, however, filled the old monk with shock and rage. His hips tumbled, nearly throwing the woman off. The woman held him tightly, her vagina refusing to loosen its grip, continuing to suck and pound, as if trying to swallow his penis whole. What terrified the old monk even more was the incessant ejaculation. Just as he was about to cry out, the woman's mouth was already close, and before he could react, she kissed him, sucking wildly. Now the old monk was completely subdued. Soon, his body deflated like a punctured balloon, collapsing, while his semen and bodily fluids continued to flow into the woman's body through his two openings…

The dull moonlight finally pierced through the dark clouds, and the blood-splattered curtains swayed weakly in the night wind. Amidst the chaos of the hall, a solitary pool of blood stood out starkly. In the blood lay a desiccated corpse, and beside it, a tall monk, clutching a golden Buddha, stood blankly staring at the body.

"Come here," a low female voice drifted over. Then, a pale hand with long, blood-red fingernails reached out. Just as it touched the large man's monk's robe, the Buddha statue in his arms flashed, and with a thud, the hand was violently knocked away.

"Ah!" the woman cried out softly. "Quickly throw that thing away!"

The dazed man quickly tossed the Buddha statue far away. Just then, the woman's hand reached out again, pulling the large man directly to her side. With her other hand, she slapped him twice across the face, her sharp fingernails leaving several deep wounds on his cheek.

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