Yu Ruāe was buried in his arms, his eyes were closed, his cheeks were flushed, and the damp and hot air from his breath fell on Chikuiās lean and bare chest.
He was in a daze and couldnāt even tell the source of the pleasure. He only knew that his body was extremely hot, and the wet red folds were itchy to the extreme, almost melting into a puddle of spring water. As long as something hard plunged in, he would greedily and eagerly swallow and clench.
Chikui refused to fuck him, but pinched his ears and spoke some nonsense. The kittenās ears were no more than the size of fingertips, and they curled up timidly. They were red and swollen from his pinching. Yu Ruāe shook his head and tried to cover it with his hands, but he exposed his soft and snowy nape instead.
Chikui lowered his head, and roughly grabbed the tender meat. His canine teeth were sharp, covered in hot saliva, and still stained with the faintly sweet scent of grape juice. A light fragrance oozed from the back of Yu Ruāeās neck and he was like a hungry wolf, licking and chasing the hot smell of blood between the lips and tongue.
Yu Ruāe was hurt by him, grabbed his arm and bit him lightly.
Chikui was about to bite back, but caught a glimpse outside the window. Countless points of scarlet fire floated on the dark lake, some far apart, some densely packed, infusing the lake water with faint red light as thick as blood.
The lake water surged due to the wind and a red tide was rolling in.
The rebels had already arrived at the Demon Palace.
Chikui narrowed his eyes and the firelight became particularly clear. It turned out to be scarlet eyes, born on the top of the various demonsā hair, fully exposing them as they swam silently.
Obviously, this time, the Heavenly Dao incarnated thousands of troops to drive out this piece of turbid jade.
Yu Ruāe trembled slightly, apparently smelling the coming rain, and subconsciously burrowed into that warm embrace.
In the next second, he was hugged onto the thick animal skin. His white hair was drenched, his whole body was naked with a ripe deep pink and covered with a layer of crystal clear sweat, his catās tail was raised between the tender red groin, trembling because of the sucking of his pussy. He seemed to be a kitten whose afterbirth had just been broken, his skin and flesh were so fragile that he didnāt even have time to open his eyes.
Yu Ruāe raised his head, his cat ears trembled slightly, following Chikuiās footsteps,
With a pounce, he just caught the hem of his clothes.
Chikui laughed and said, āWhy are you so clingy?ā
His heart was burning, and he obviously benefited greatly from Yu Ruāeās rare closeness, so he changed his mind again.
āCrawl over here,ā Chikui coaxed in a low voice, half-kneeling on the ground, and opened his arms towards him, āYes, raise your ass, wag the tail.ā
Outside the Demon Palace.
The Red Flame Demon Lord emerged from the water and spat out a big mouthful of foul-smelling lake water. Behind him, rows and rows of demons burst out of the water at the same instant. When the sparkling water shone, it almost looked like a group of black fish in combat.
He wiped the corner of his mouth and looked up. The Demon Palace was dimly lit, moored on the lake, casting a gloomy reflection like thick ink that could not be dispersed.
In front of the Demon Palace, there was a high platform that rose from the ground. A huge drum made of kuih leather with twelve faces stood on it. On the oily and tight surface of the dark brown drum, there were large clusters of dark blood oozing like a double-petalled peony in full bloom.
When the Demon Lord gave orders to the three armies, he would definitely provoke the drums here. As soon as the drums sounded, the demons of the Twelfth Realm would not dare to refuse.
Red Flameās eyes were red, apparently mad with jealousy and hatred for this monstrous power.
He could see at a glance that the red-haired Demon Lord was bare-chested, exposing his vigorous and explosive shoulders, and his back was sweating profusely, like a whip soaked in oil.
Chikui tied the drumstick with a piece of red silk and wrapped it around his honey-colored forearm. The red silk was saturated with water and covered with a sticky and ambiguous silver-gray halo. The rough end of the drumstick trembled and was sucked into a fat red hole.
The young man lay on his back on the ground, hugging his thighs with difficulty, his white silky hair scattered all over the floor, soaked in a pool of glistening liquid.
He barely managed to part the fleshy lips with his ten fingers, swallowed the drumstick up to the handle, and liquid gushed out, wetting the soft red flesh until it glistened like a dewy peony. The snow-white inner thighs were soaked in sweat, obviously rubbed and kneaded for a long time like warm and shiny jade paste.
Chikui held the red silk and pulled it lightly and he flicked like a live fish pierced by a fishhook. His long legs and narrow waist stretched out in an arc, dazzlingly fair.
In such a time, Chikui still only cared about teasing his pet.
The moment Red Flame saw the young man, the Shen ās eye flickered slightly and instantly took over his consciousness. The violent desire to kill burned his eyes like coals of fire.
Kill him! Cut him to pieces!
With a roar from Red Flame, a group of demon fish jumped out and rushed towards the high platform.
Chikui grabbed the red silk and flicked his wrist.
The slippery drumstick immediately began thrashing into the soft and clingy hole. Yu Ruāeās lower abdomen twitched, showing a wet and bright rouge color, as round bulges could be clearly seen.
The strong aphrodisiac oozed out from the rotten wood grains, his sensitive mucous membrane was soaked through and became astonishingly hot. He convulsed and shook due to the extreme itching, and he squeezed out large strands of clear mucus from his vagina.
He couldnāt see and his mind was in a state of confusion, so he could only whimper softly as the gossamer-like ache moved back and forth in the deepest part of his body. Sometimes it was as sharp as a ray of lightning, instantly piercing through the surging tender flesh, making him twitch and erupt, lost in bliss, splashing out onto the inner thigh; sometimes it was lukewarm and limp, every inch of his muscles and bones became soaked with viscous moisture, and he could only bounce on the ground with Chikuiās movements.
When Chikui raised his wrist, the red silk was stretched taut, and he was actually held up by the red cunt. His waist and hips raised a few inches off the ground, and the white jade penis hung softly between his thighs, trembling and drooling white pulp like a whitebait that had been lifted upside down. The weight of his whole body was on the bright red swollen pubic area, his fleshy lips were tightly clenched into a ball, exposing the reddish edge, wet and shivering, barely sucking onto the drumstick.
But this flavor was beyond bearable. The rough drumstick was dragged out inch by inch. If it was not for the silky soft pussy being well trained in sheathing, with the mouth tight and the insides able to twist and hold, and the slender thighs flexibly clinging to the red silk tightly like a white snake, it might have been dragged out of the hole long ago.
Yu Ruāe hugged his thighs and couldnāt take it anymore, so he raised his neck and sought for Chikuiās scent. His frosty white eyelashes drooped with mist, covering his red eyes, as if they were about to melt into a puddle of spring water.
Chikui loosened his fingers, and the fair waistline trembled like the strings of a qin, and fell back into the puddle of lewd juice with a snap.
āYou lost again,ā Chikui laughed, āTake it out yourself and stamp it on the drum.ā
The Kui drums surrounded them at different heights. The drum surfaces were shiny and marked with a few ambiguous rouge marks in different shades, like a womanās vermilion lips, but the lips appeared to be too thick, overlapping with delicate folds surrounding a bulging red dot.
Chikuiās seal was thrown roughly by the drums, overturned in a pad of fragrant ink.
Yu Ruāe groped for a while, and sat on the edge of the drum, his legs spread wide, revealing his wet inner core. Due to the fact that he had just swallowed the drumstick, his hole opened to the size of lychees, and one could easily see at a glance the red and overripe cervix, gurgling and dripping.
He pinched his lower lips, and the over-smooth and plump red meat squeezed out from between his fingers. The skin and flesh sandwiching the pubic mound was still white as snow, but it was glistening, dripping with obscene juice. The moment the Demon Lordās seal touched it, it shrank sensitively.
He couldnāt see, the large seal was half held by his fingers, and the sticky ink paste flowed between the open lips, like messy flower mush. A wisp of scarlet liquid ran down the perineum and seeped between the snow-white crack and the delicate chrysanthemum was soaked red.
āHissā¦ā He took a deep breath, āItās so itchy.ā
His body had softened into a puddle from the extreme itching, and he could barely stand up while supporting the drum stand.
The antidote was applied to the center of the Kui drum, and he could only steal a moment of coolness by lifting his ass and adhering the genitals tightly to it, turning it into a lewd stamp.
But it was easier said than done. He shook his ass, pulled apart the pussy dripping with ink paste, and tentatively pressed it back. His fertile and bright red lower mouth opened softly, revealing a bean-like nub and a filled with cinnabar pee hole.
He swayed around, only to hear a sticky snap.
āWu!ā
The snowy backside soaked in sweat hit the drum surface, leaving a dark flower-like stain.
Those round asscheeks bumped into the drum frame solidly, parting a hole and swallowing a corner of the rough wood. It stretched out the long and narrow red meat cavity, dripping ink as if incontinent. Wet vermilion flowed out on the wood.
Yu Ruāeās pussy was sore and aching, the tender inner wall almost scratched by the movement. The catās tail was shaking frantically, tightly wrapped around the drum stand.
āWrong,ā Chikui said, āsupport the drum stand, and raise your butt a little bit higher.ā
Boom!
Rusty iron nails were nailed to the rim of the black-brown drum, and the flat head of the nail glowed with rouge-colored water. As soon as the delicate meat hole touched it, the lips of the meat twitched and tightened, and the hole flared, spewing out a stream of sticky juice containing cinnabar.
Yu Ruāe was really itchy as he grabbed the drum frame with both hands, raised his behind, and slammed into the drum surface randomly. His fair ass trembled wildly, like a womanās soft and round breasts, and when his waist trembled, it looked like plain white strings of a qin was repeatedly being plucked with fingers like a storm.
The drumhead was bumped by him, and the sound of clammy skin and muffled drumming was mixed together. Every time the ass was lifted, a wet red mark was left behind, connecting the fleshy lips and ass. The grooves were outlined in fine detail, like residual flowers that have been squeezed out of juice.
But his ass was soaked in sweat and slippery like butter. With a little force, it slid off the drum and hit the hard wooden frame. The lips of the cunt opened with a snap, and liquid splashed.
Yu Ruāe whimpered, his ass was hot, as if he had been spanked. It was a deep pink color and even his thighs were red from the blow. There were also thin vermilion water marks vertically and horizontally.
Chikui held his hand, grabbed the drum stand, leaned down to look at his wet and fair face, picked up his thigh with one hand, and planned to rush in.
An astonishingly bright flame slammed into the side of Chikuiās face. The scorching air flow burned his cold, hard and rebellious outline into red.
Chikui didnāt look back and just held Yu Ruāeās waist and turned sideways. A burning long arrow, spinning at a high speed and carrying a screaming airwave, brushed against Yu Ruāeās hair, and pierced through the drum.
The Kui drum immediately peeled and burned, and the scorched drum surface rolled up, rustling, and a cavity the size of a fist burst out. The long arrow made of fine steel was red all over and trembling.
Yu Ruāe was held in against Chikuiās sweat-drenched firm chest, with his cat ears raised. He smiled secretly.
He instinctively hated these giant drums. If he hadnāt been scared by Chikui, he would have sharpened his claws with the drums.
Now that the drum was pierced by an arrow, it made a noise like a leaky bag, and the catās tail wagged involuntarily as his revenge was avenged.
Chikui laughed, āLike hearing this?ā
He glanced to the side and a sea of flames was reflected in his crimson pupils.
The lake surrounding the high platform was burning like kerosene, the flames within a ten meter radius was overwhelming. Countless demons held banners, shouting and murderous energy soared into the sky, and the Shen flickered on their foreheads.
This sea of fire was Red Flameās natal spirit weapon. It rolled along the lake surface up to the edge of the wooden platform.
Even if Yu Ruāe couldnāt open his eyes, the scorching light still pierced his eyelids, burning the surroundings bright as day.
He was a little curious, and quietly poked his head out of Chikuiās arms, resting his fingers on Chikuiās sweaty arm.
āDoes it sound good?ā Chikui said, āThen burn it again.ā
This high platform had twelve floors, and tongues of fire swept up layer by layer, burning like firewood in a hearth.
Every time a layer was burned, the wooden platform dropped down with a bang, shaking the layer of floating charcoal, but it never collapsed down.
In the blink of an eye, the seven-storey platform was burned down. The two of them slanted their feet. The fire was imminent, reflecting a magnificent red light on the side of Yu Ruāeās face, and even the frosty sideburns were gently lit up.
Chikui said, āDo you still want to listen?ā
Yu Ruāe nodded.
āContinue to burn.ā Chikui said.
These twelve high platforms were originally a symbol of the supreme authority of the Demon Lord. He climbed on this platform and overlooked the world, but now he regarded it as something for fun.
The wooden platform swayed like a small boat in a rainstorm, turning wildly, sinking suddenly from time to time, half flooded in the sea of fire, then lifted by the violent fire, leaping up.
Chikui hugged Yu Ruāe, jumped lightly, stepped on a drum, and laughed loudly in the raging sea of flames.
His wrist was wrapped with red silk, and the drumstick was hanging in the air, and when he grasped it, the wet ink mixed with lewd liquid dripped all over his hands.
He said, āDo you still remember how to hold a sword?ā
Yu Ruāe was obviously a little confused. Chikuiās hot and rough palm and fingers held the drumstick.
The rough wood cracked and spit out a warm black light. The Yuāe sword broke free from its wooden sheath, shook in the wind, and grew to its normal size.
Chikui was used to holding a spear and his swordsmanship was rough. Once he retracted his five fingers, he unleashed a blade recklessly, piercing the oncoming demons with his sword. Then he twisted his wrist again, and stabbed three or four Shen eyes one after another, like stringing together bloody beads.
Yu Ruāe was grabbed by his wrist, the feeling of tearing flesh and blood almost passed along the blade and directly to his five fingers.
A white light flashed in his blurred mind.
His fingers flicked slightly.
Demons surrounded the platform like a tide, with halberds, copper maces and other weapons in their hands. And cold light of hundreds of long arrows spun wildly flashed, breaking through the flames, driving in like a steel bush protruding with thorny branches.
On those ferocious heads, the Shen eyes had been burnt scarlet.
Suddenly, a streak of sword light cut off the rain of arrows that filled the sky.
The broken arrowheads fell like rain, and fell to the surface of the lake with a patter, creating iron-gray ripples.
A second sword wave came immediately, like a string of thunderbolts, slicing through the top of the demonsā hair, and gently and delicately cutting out the Shen eyes. The demons only had time to notice the coldness on their forehead before blood spurted out.
Yu Ruāe flicked his wrist, and the string of Shen eyes on the sword slid down onto the drum. A big puddle of blood and flesh slid down the drum surface, still twitching.
Chikui frowned in disgust, and crushed them into bloody mud with one kick.
Yu Ruāe let out a soft āhuhā. The instinct remaining in his body was obviously beyond his expectation. He had a closeness to the sword from the heart, so when he held the hilt he refused to let go.
The sword light shot out in all directions like waves, and every time the sword was drawn, a string of red coral-like Shen eyes would be plucked out.
Beside the high platform, the demon corpses piled up one after another, scorched like firewood in the sea of fire. The fire surged up again, almost caging the two of them.
Chikui stomped on those Shen eyes, causing the eyeballs to pop out, flesh and blood exploded in succession. He laughed uproariously, he couldnāt even tell how happy he was.
The wooden platform had been burned to the base, and it started to shake violently. Suddenly, Chikui stepped on the ground and collapsed the scorched drum stand.
He hugged Yu Ruāe and was about to jump onto the stand, but at this moment, the wooden platform burst open, and Red Flame, wrapped in flames, rushed out from the crack.
Chikui kicked the top of his hair, throwing his head into the water. At the same time, the long sword in Yu Ruāeās hand pierced into the Shen eye on his forehead, and he slammed it hard.
This was the last Shen eye, but the illusion remained.
The burning lake had already submerged the platform, and the Kui drums were mostly submerged like a reef in the water.
Chikui pondered for a while, then made a decisive decision, hugged Yu Ruāe, stepped on a Kui drum, and rose into the air.
Yu Ruāe wrapped his arms around his neck, held a bloody long sword, and rested his chin on Chikuiās shoulder. The cool wind blew on his face, teasing him to squint his eyes like a satiated cat that was exposing his tender pink belly, rolling back and forth, meowing.
āDonāt move around,ā Chikui said, pinching his fair and bare butt, āyou can go out soon.ā
He spoke lightly, but the expression on his face sank.
Looking down from mid-air, the blood-colored sea of flames spread for dozens of miles. It was like a long and narrow eye socket, with numerous corpses in the center, the lake water was soaked in pitch black by the dirty blood and coke, and it was slowly rotating, like a deep pupil.
Chikui suddenly said, āI see.ā
The entire blood lake was the incarnation of the Shen, and the Red Lotus Karma Flame burned fiercely. If one wanted to break through the illusion, one must jump into the bloody water. But it would have just burned people to ashes to try rather than allowing people to escape from the illusion.
āClimb on my back and hold my neck,ā Chikui said, āDonāt let go, Iāll take you flying.ā
Yu Ruāe nodded and hugged his neck obediently.
Chikui opened his arms, and flew towards the lake like a kite. Yu Ruāeās white hair scattered like light clouds covering the moon, hanging down on his snowy shoulders.
The sea of flames surged violently, leaving only the scorched skeleton of the burning Kui drums, faintly emitting black smoke. Chikui held Yu Ruāe on his back and jumped into the flames without any scruples.
His chest and abdomen were submerged in the lake water, and he burned red almost instantly. There wasnāt a single inch of intact skin and his red hair spread out and curled up messily in the fire. Only his back was exposed on the water surface like a rock, letting Yu Ruāe sit still on his knees.
Yu Ruāe was a little uneasy. His fair calf swayed slightly and was grabbed by Chikui and pushed back again.
His voice came out indistinctly through the lake water.
āDonāt move around, draw your sword!ā
The clear sword light shot up into the sky again, piercing through the lake, instantly turning the boiling sea of fire into powder, and countless burning fragments scattered in all directions.
The Shen roared in severe pain, and the illusion quickly collapsed.
Chikui, carrying Yu Ruāe on his back, glided through the raging fire. Every inch of his skin was burning, and he even suspected that his physical body had been turned into coke. Only his vague consciousness was still flying forward tirelessly.
At the end of the illusion, he fell into a deep scarlet sea. The severe pain from the corrosion of his back swept across the whole body again.
He returned to reality again, the flesh on his back had been corroded by the blood lake, exposing his spine.
Yu Ruāe was quietly curled up in his arms with closed eyes. His snow-white eyelashes fluttered slightly, obviously on the verge of waking up.
Chikui let out a hiss, and suddenly realized something was wrong, the lake water that collided in his chest had disappeared. The water in the blood lake originally weighed more than a thousand catties, holding him tightly, but now he was unexpectedly light, as if he could leap out of his flesh at any time.
Even the bloody back was gradually growing new flesh, and the astonishing itchy pain was like thousands of silver needles, mending his wounded body.
Chikui was startled, and thrust his backhand into his back. His five fingers sank deep into the flesh and blood, and he went straight to the demon heart, and then grabbed it. That damaged red agate, at some point, turned into a whole red agate again. A living and complete heart, the size of a grown manās fist, was beating frantically. The fresh and unfamiliar heartbeat almost shook his entire chest.
It was the first time in three hundred years since he lost half of his heart that he heard his own heartbeat.
His heart actually still beated.
He couldnāt help tugging at Yu Ruāeās ears and said, āListen, my heart is still beating.ā
Yu Ruāe let out a āhuhā, half asleep and half awake, rubbing his eyes when he pressed him to his chest.
That heartbeat was like a series of thunderbolts, which almost made him tremble. He heard Chikuiās frantic heartbeat, deep and hoarse, with extremely suppressed lust and obscure love, like the dull thunder under the clouds, chanting his name.
āMineā¦ mineā¦ mine!ā
How could ordinary people hear the heartbeat of the Demon Lord? He only opened his heart to the person he believed in. Once the person he liked listened to him, he would hear his heartfelt voice. If the will was weak, he would be directly snatched from his mind and drawn into the frenzy of love and desire.
Yu Ruāe couldnāt see, but his hearing was surprisingly sharp. The beating of his heart directly hit his soul, making him shudder.
This was also the nature of monsters. Once they surrender their heart, they could force the other side to resonate with their own heartbeat, share sorrow and joy, and share love and hatred.
He had practiced the Heartless Dao for thousands of years, so naturally his heart was like clear and still water, but now he was held hostage by this monster, rushing left and right in his chest. Not to mention the unprecedented taste of love, like boiling soup into his throat, it almost burned him to the point of screaming.
He was both confused and terrified, buried in Chikuiās arms, his lungs were in severe pain, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Chikui was shocked and let go of him subconsciously.
Yu Ruāe clutched his throat and coughed violently.
That big mouthful of blood splattered all over Chikuiās bare chest, mixed with a little black impurities.
Chikui was in a bad mood.
The word love had been sweet for those without and bitter for those with since ancient times. Suddenly, from desire to love, tasting the bitterness one by one, it was no different from the poison that pierced the intestines!