WARNING/TAGS: piercings, punishment, water prison, asphyxiation
A white jade-like hand was soaked in a pool of viscous semen. The little black dragon swam over and touched his round fingertips silently.
The owner of the hand curled up on the ground, trembling faintly. His eyes were unfocused and the silky white hair covered his fair body like a layer of transparent thin clothes.
That big crimson tail was thrown five steps away, broken in the middle, sopping up the cloudy liquid, Earlier, when Chikui pulled apart his ass and was thrusting wildly, he lost control for a moment and yank the tail out from the anal hole. The tender red hole suddenly turned out, bulging out like a shy ball, and was instantly slapped hard again.
Now, Yu Ruāe had two legs curled up, his snow-white behind was as plump as a peach. The tender flesh of his ass was bright red and wet, a fat red meat hole gaped and clenched with stretched wrinkles. Many trickles of cum flowed out, having obviously just experienced a hearty creampie.
A moist red slit was between the snow-white legs, the fleshy lips stuck together. A soft red pearl was squeeze out like a sweet and juicy cherry, glistening and beconing.
Long Chile waved his tail anxiously, swam around his shizun a few times, and spat out a string of small transparent bubbles.
Yu Ruāe was obviously out of it from being fucked. His penis hung red between his legs and his hole was dripping with liquid. Long Chile felt both pity and resentment at the same time. He entangled his masterās leg and stuck out his tongue. The dragon-like tongue pressed against the clit and quickly licked at it.
Yu Ruāe whimpered and struggled as if dying. His fingers gripped the ground convulsively and the snow-white waist frantically arched like a bowstring.
Long Chile was startled by his extreme reaction and only then did he realize that the feeling under the tip of his tongue was not right. A thin white hair pierced through the bright red button like a small hook through the mouth of a fish. It was even viciously tied into a dead knot at the root of the clit. In this way, with just a slight twirl of the fingers, the strand of hair would be twisted and inserted in that wet little hole. Snagging when gentle, like threading a needle when rough, irregular and unpredictable as it fucked the tender red pearl until it trembled.
Even if it was a gust of wind, as long as the hair was gently brushed, an extremely sharp female orgasm would instantly break through Yu Ruāeās sensitive body.
Seeing the tears in his eyelashes, Long Chile almost couldnāt breathe. He didnāt dare to mess around and the dragon tongue instantly became wet and slippery, tightly wrapping the ravaged bean like a child sucking on a nipple. After repeatedly sucking and sucking, a little crystal amber saliva was poured in.
Yu Ruāe was gently licked by him, and a smooth and gentle pleasure washed over his tired body like a rising tide. His eyes were hazy, his thighs unconsciously clamped, and the red, slippery hole in his ass even opened up. He sucked in his discipleās wagging dragon tail, wrapping it softly.
Finally, a rare gentle climax engulfed him. He seemed to be sleeping in a slippery and soft swamp, sinking yet floating, and seemed to be hovering in mid-air, so light that he ascended the flesh.
Like the moon breaking through the clouds, his eyes flickered slightly, and finally regained clarity.
Long Chile rested his chin on his plump and scarlet genitals, narrowed his golden pupils, and said softly, āShizun, shizun, I miss you so muchā¦ā
Yu Ruāe looked at him quietly, without saying a word.
Long Chile felt dejected, and seeing that Yu Ruāe was about to fall into confusion again, he lowered his head and suddenly bit off the white hair,pulling it out from the sticky red ball bit by bit.
Yu Ruāe moaned, a ray of cold pleasure penetrating him. He closed his eyes, his lips trembled, and was forced to climax again.
āChikui will be back soon,ā Long Chile said quickly, āI brought out the Fog Mirror and turned it into a drop of tear. When the time comes, you can drip it into Chikuiās cup. Although this place is not as good as Ghost Realm, I can still tamper with his fate for a moment. This is the only chance. Master, I know I made a big mistake. When you come out, kill me with your sword, okay? As long as you donātā¦ ignore me .ā
Long Chile looked at him expectantly for a while, but seeing that he didnāt answer, the golden eyes dimmed again.
āMaster,ā he said in a hoarse voice, āBai Xiaoā¦ā He suddenly paused and stopped talking.
Meanwhile.
Chikuiās steps stopped.
He had just been provoked by Yu Ruāe, and he pressed him against the side of the barrel, hugged that white ass, and fucked him viciously. When he lost control, he even broke Yu Ruāeās fox tail.
Yu Ruāe blankly touched the top of his hair, seeking those two warm and soft ears, but of course found nothing. His appearance was extremely aggrieved and confused, with a pair of wet and dewy silver pupils, staring at Chikui, as if he was silently asking: Where are my ears?
Chikui felt guilty for a moment when he saw this, pretended to look around the wooden barrel, and secretly ordered his subordinates to go down and bring back a few fresh foxtails. Preferably red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, all colors in existence. Pick the brightest and fluffiest ones, and also a few skewers of juicy candied hawthorn, the kind that fix kits liked the most.
By the time he was holding a few bunches of candied hawthorns, frowning, and walking through the corridor, the sugar coating had long since melted into a puddle, dripping sticky onto his fingertips.
Chikui clicked his tongue, shook his hands in disgust, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.
The zigzagging corridors line the vermilion walls, and every few steps there was a stone niche which held a palm-sized copper tripod filled with scarlet fat. The flames in them were dim and red smoldering smoke emerged from it.
This was a demonās favorite food: the evil fermenting in the blood lake. It was so refined and purified that it turned into a puddle of blood. Even Chikui couldnāt absorb it directly, but burned it into smoke and slowly breathed it.
At this time, the smoke in the copper tripods was dyed black, and in an instant, like overturned thick ink, it quickly dispersed.
The sky turned gloomy, as if herading a storm.
Ghost shadows appeared on the red walls.
Countless twisted and deformed black shadows piled up on the walls. Staggering, densely packed, like countless gathered fish roe. Or disemboweled things with their ribs turned outward like pairs of ferocious iron combs. Or with elongated necks, skinny as a stick, sticking out a ten-foot-long tongue. Or a gorgeous figure, waist like willows, flicking long and ghostly hairā¦
āPlaying tricks.ā Chikui sneered.
He kept on walking. The long corridor suddenly twisted like guts pulled out from a living thing. The red walls and vermilion beams oozed blood, twitching like bloody innards.
No matter which direction he stepped, the corridor followed him like a shadow, laying under his feet.
This was the most common trick in the Ghost Domain. It was called the ghost wall. Even the tiniest newly-dead brat knew how to take a wisp of Yin energy to cover someoneās eyes. But the Yin energy in this corridor was extremely thick, almost condensed into substance.
Chikui taunted, āAs expected of the King of Ghosts, you really are sneaky.ā
The crimson demonic energy around him exploded and his red hair fluttered wildly. He raised his head, revealing a ferocious shoulder and neck and a sharp jaw line. With a flick of his fingers, a long spear shot out with thunderous wind.
The Ghost King held an umbrella and wore a green robe, walking in the air.
He was a ghost immortal, born from yin energy. Once he left the extremely dense yin of the Ghost Realm, his strength would be extremely suppressed.
But the green umbrella in his hand had a special origin. It was called the Green Ghost Cover. It had twenty-four umbrella ribs of a white jade color, warm and translucent. It was crafted from the ribs of the previous Ghost Kings. There was also a hazy gauze hanging from the edges of the umbrella, so wherever it covered, it was extremely cloudy.
Yuan Jixue coughed a few times with a sickly look on his face. He gathered the ribs of the umbrella and held it in his hand. The narrow umbrella body swelled instantly, like a green python that had swallowed its prey alive. A fist-sized ball bulged out of its miserable abdomen as strands of bone crackled.
He actually turned the Green Ghost Cover into a long corridor, shutting Chikui in the umbrella bone in one fell swoop, and grasping it firmly. In just one stick of incense, more than half of the twenty-four umbrella bones were broken. With Chikuiās strength, he was able to get out of trouble in an instant.
Yuan Jixue smiled slightly. His purpose was to hold back Chikui so that Long Chile could take the opportunity to deliver the Fog Mirror.
He casually thrust the green umbrella into the ground and fled.
Almost at the same moment, the Green Ghost Cover exploded, the ribs of the umbrella were broken, and debris scattered all over the place. Chikuiās figure soared into the sky and went straight to Yu Ruāeās place.
A beastās intuition told him that someone tampered with his restraint.
The moment he broke through the door, Chikuiās pupils were already blood red, and his anger was soaring.
Yu Ruāe was still curled up in a puddle of fluids, twitching slightly. His eyelashes were wet, and his silver eyes were distant. On the snow-white naked body, except for the unfaded flush, there were no other traces.
Chikui half-kneeled beside him suspiciously, pinched his chin, buried his face in his nape, and sniffed like a male beast patrolling his territory.
It was still the familiar clear scent.
A bit of the folds were bright red and translucent, with the slight swelling that he had just sucked out, covered with a layer of crystal clear saliva.
Chikui tasted it violently, the taste was still light, with a slight sweetness.
āDonāt let me find out.ā Chikui held his lips and said vaguely, grabbed Yu Ruāeās thigh with one hand, and directly slammed four fingers into the back hole, stirring it up.
āWhy is it so wet?ā Chikui frowned, raised up his butt over his elbow, and looked down. The tender red hole swallowed four fingers with difficulty, and the wet and red hole was almost expanded smooth. The slutty anus was moist and hot, pushing against him like red silk.
Chikui used his fingernails to scrape the wrinkles twice, then pressed against the gland, digging around roughly. His fingers were dripping wet and covered in crystal clear intestinal fluid when he pulled them out.
āRaise your butt and open up your pussy, let me see.ā
Yu Ruāe was in a daze, and after being inspected so roughly by him, his back hole felt so painful, but he still pulled open his cunt meekly, parting the red and sticky lips, revealing the wet hole inside .
Chikui approached, sniffed, pinched the fat lips, and scraped them carefully to see if there was any remaining semen in the folds. The female sex had just been washed with water, it was fresh and dripping with clear liquid, like the delicate inner core of a peony flower. There was no sign of being tampered with at all.
Chikui frowned slightly and was about to kiss the trembling pussy when suddenly his eyes narrowed.
āWho was here?ā He said in a deep voice, āSpeak.ā