TAGS WARNING: 18+ ONLY! Watersports, clitoris piercing, etc
It was spread throughout the Demon Realm that the Demon Lord had acquired a new whore, and he was very pleased. He played with them on his lap every day and made them lie on his crotch to serve him when discussing affairs.
Demons were especially lustful. Their copulation was often like taming a fierce horse. The lush and supple mane torn like reed grass, and the beautiful and vigorous neckline arching into a long bow, screaming to the sky. The tight and tough waist and abdomen should be stepped on by men, kicked and slapped by ankles, causing large bruises and purple marks. Even moreso, holding a long whip that thundered through the air, and whipped the horse’s back until it sweated red rain, leaving crisscrossed scars under a layer of sweat. Sexual desire, desire to fight, desire to possess, desire to conquer, countless rioting desires were like a raging fire, encasing the world in their love affair, and even regarding both pain and violence as gifts of copulation.
Especially Chikui.
He captured the prey he had been thinking about under his claws, sometimes teasing sometimes gentle. More and more he couldn’t put it down, more and more he wanted to conquer.
Every day before dawn, Yu Ru’e would wake up in his arms, lying on his strong and hot chest. His back would be bare, as white as cream, covered with half a piece of light red silk, and the grooves of his spine flowed down gracefully.
Chikui didn’t pay attention that his seven orifices were blocked and he couldn’t let anything out. He only cared to press him down to fuck and cum into repeatedly. The sticky white fluid was locked inside the red heat, almost bursting out from behind a translucent white membrane, as if a newly peeled lychee. Whenever the crimson flesh moved, a swell of white would pop out instantly.
Semen, cum, and blocked-off urine stretched his lower abdomen until it looked as if he was five months pregnant. Yu Ru’e had to hold his snow-white and rounded belly, trembling against Chikui’s body, letting out soft and painful moans.
Chikui slept deeply, with one arm locked around his waist. His red hair was scattered on the pillow, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and even in his sleep, he still held Yu Ru’e’s fox ears in his mouth, grinding his teeth heavily from time to time. The warm fox ears trembled like a timid little bird with the tip of its wings pinched and caught in a cat’s mouth.
Yu Ru’e hummed a few times, his snow-white and smooth buttocks trembled, and his red fox tail swayed, grinding back and forth between Chikui’s crotch in a subconscious courtship. Chikui had just ejaculated a few shots in his hole, and his penis was half limp, lying lazily between his crotch.
According to the usual method of waking him up, Yu Ru’e peeled open the lips of his holes with his own hands and sucked on the head of the penis in turn. The entrance in the feminine pussy was deep and soft, deeply flushed, soft and slippery, and soaking wet. The silky heat wrapped around the stem and gently clenched. The delicate red anal hole also flared, the root of the fox tail was pulled aside, and it sucked on the soft skin of the testicles. He dipped his waist from time to time, swallowing half of the pouch, sucking out gleaming patches. The little pearl stood delicately, a bright red fleshy bead protruding from between his plush lips, rubbing against Chikui’s crimson slit.
Before Chikui woke up, he even secretly raised his own penis, thrusting his hips up and down to rub against the strong and healthy wheat-colored abs of the Demon King, stealing a sharp aching pleasure.
Usually, after this set of services, Chikui would grab his waist in his sleep and enjoy the tender and juicy body of his pet slave. But this time, Yu Ru’e twisted until his waist became sore, his holes tightened to the extreme, his clit twitching, almost reaching an orgasm, and Chikui’s breath was still steady.
Yu Ru’e grabbed his pinky and tugged lightly.
Chikui held his fox ears in his mouth, and began to murmur in his sleep, “Flirty fox… ears are also flirty…”
Yu Ru’e waited obediently for a while, and couldn’t hold back his urine anymore, so he quietly crawled and knelt on Chikui’s chest, parted the wet and sticky petals with his fingers, pinched the bulging bead, and began to pleasure himself. The bright red and wet hole faced Chikui’s sleeping face as he frowned hungrily. His slender and white fingers sank deep and were wrapped in the slippery and tight red flesh, making sticky and obscured wet sounds.
He had been trained for so long so he already knew how to get straight to the sensitive places. Every time he squirted, Chikui will make a mean “shh” sound, making him piss, so that he could take the opportunity to punish this incontinent slut vixen.
He fully believed that he could get short-term relief this time. His sensitive spots were buried deep, and the soft flesh near the cervix was particularly plush, with wet red folds piled up layer upon layer, pushing and waving like red silk. His fingertips were always slipping wet, like fishing for clams in oil, unable to touch upon the best places no matter what.
He was also familiar with handling this kind of thing. As soon as he lowered his head, he sucked Chikui’s fingers in his mouth, licked it with his red tongue until they’re coated with saliva, sucking from the fingertips to the rough knuckles. His throat was soft, contracting gently, and then pushed them out with the tip of his tongue.
He opened his legs, grasped Chikui’s slender fingers, and pierced the hungry and slippery cave inch by inch until it reached the mouth of the womb. A bit of hard nail scraped the ring of the mouth of the cervix, causing sharp soreness. With a sudden hook, it reached straight into the soft flesh, poked into the folds, and shook at a high speed.
Yu Ru’e raised his head, his snow-white thighs twitched, biting his fingers, and let out a long wail.
With his current state of mind, he would never have wondered why his owner’s finger would move by itself. He only knew that he was kneeling on that finger, with his hole slightly open, choking on the sensation of his insides rippling with the flick of fingertips and his behind shaking.
Chikui hastily poked a few times, then pulled out his fingers. In the darkness, only those two moist soft holes ooze out a rich fragrance. His bare chest could clearly feel the open soft and smooth wet lips that flapped eagerly like a living thing and the suction of the dilated hole inside, even sucking his hard nipples. The furry fox tail was still warm, sweeping back and forth on his abdominal muscles.
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Two fingers precisely pierced into the slick red cunt, opened it roughly, stretched out the tender round mouth, and pulled out violently, as if it was just an inadvertent intrusion.
“Why is this chamber pot so soft?” Chikui murmured without attention. He hugged Yu Ru’e’s butt, straightened his waist, and slammed into it heavily.
Yu Ru’e only had time to gasp, and immediately softened his body, opening his cervix, and sucked the ferocious glans tightly. He was about to twist his waist as usual, and just as his juicy folds stretched out, layers of soft flesh gradually churned, suddenly, a hot and swift stream of liquid rushed into his womb, scalding him until he shivered. This time the ejaculation was surprisingly long, stream after stream, the force was astonishing. His delicate uterus was filled in an instant, and hot urine flowed along the gap and into the folds of the cavity until the sound of running water turned into a dull sound. Chikui even wiped the glans a few times against his soft cervix and then pulled out comfortably.
He turned over again and fell asleep.
Yu Ru’e laid on his back on the bed, holding his seven-month-big round belly, his fingers sank into the white and damp soft flesh, his legs were spread wide, and he couldn’t get up no matter what. Inexplicably, he was used as a chamber pot. Not only did he not cum, he was filled with a belly full of fishy piss. He was bloated to the extreme and couldn’t hold back pained whimpers.
“Sob… Master, bloated, so bloated…” He finally sat up with difficulty, curled up in Chikui’s hot embrace, carefully held his round belly, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked Chikui’s sharp and thin lips, “Slave wants to pee…”
Chikui hugged him and pressed on his neck lightly. He obediently leaned against the other’s nape, his two soft fox ears protruding from the silky white hair, shaking slightly from time to time to sweep against Chikui’s jaw.
Chikui pretended that he couldn’t sleep and was irritated by his teasing. He simply pressed one hand on the top of his hair and pressed the two fox ears down. Only the bright and soft ear tips were exposed from between the fingers. Wrapped by soft transparent fuzz, they looked like tiny flower buds.
“Don’t let them bounce back,” Chikui said, “Only a coquettish fox would let their ears stand.”
Yu Ru’e glanced at him and nodded.
But as soon as his palm was removed, the two fox ears flicked up again, gently sweeping against his Adam’s apple.
“Hold them yourself,” Chikui said, lowering his head, and couldn’t help but grab the fox ears, grinding them back and forth with his white teeth. He tasted a soft and fragrant scent of green grass, “Tsk, a vixen’s taste.”
Sure enough, Yu Ru’e stretched out his hand and pressed the ears between his hair. But Chikui nibbled vigorously, the delicate pinna of the fox ears was licked went and the red fluff hung with glistening saliva, Yu Ru’e could barely keep hold of the fine hairs.
“So itchy.” Yu Ru’e whispered.
“Hold it.”
Yu Ru’e lowered his ears and let him chew for a while before realizing that Chikui didn’t intend to let him off and he started to whine and twist his butt again.
What awaited him was being pushed down again, and a few drops of residual urine was poured into him.
By the time it was dawn, he had been poured yellow soup countless times. Sometimes it was just a few drops that Chikui wanted to shake into his cervix, feeling the sensitive twitch of the tender flesh. The more he whimpered and begged for mercy, the more excited Chikui was and found opportunities. After numerous times, he learned to behave. He just pursed his lips, keeping quiet, and opened his eyes meekly to allow the other to piss inside.
Chikui embraced him contentedly, with his arms around his waist. With just a little force, Yu Ru’e’s damp waist would tremble, and glistening wet sweat would well out. The belly was fat and round, looking close to childbirth, soft and smooth to the touch with a strange elasticity.
Yu Ru’e’s eyes were open and his eyelashes were covered with wet mist. He heard the sound of the hourglass and knelt on the ground with difficulty with his elbows resting on the ground. His big belly drooped heavily as he crawled to the wall like a bitch, raised his head, and took down a soft whip with his mouth.
Chikui used different whips on him every day. When he woke up in the morning, he would whip his sexual holes first, so he would use the softest one. It was just that his body is already used to being whipped, so those gentle whips had long been abandoned. The rest were all ruthless things.
This thin whip had a black snake’s head as the handle, spitting out a long snake tongue the width of a little finger. The whole body of the whip was scarlet, and two thin forks branch out from the tip, as dry as twigs, still twisting flexibly and freely. They rolled and drilled into his soft and wet holes at the first opportunity. Yu Ru’e was made to cry every morning by this thin whip, kicking his long legs and shaking in Chikui’s arms.
Chikui would sit on the edge of the bed with a half-smile, holding a snake whip in his hand. The withered red snake tongue rolled slowly, slow and rapid at intervals.
Yu Ru’e laid on his back on pelts with disheveled white hair, a jade pillow placed under his waist, his legs raised, and his obscene lower body could not be seen at all through his plump belly.
Suddenly, the petal folds of his cunt shrank, and then they were lifted up like peony petals and a cold thing rushed in, sometimes gently and sometimes rough. Yu Ru’e immediately held his breath, waiting for the next ruthless move.
The pitch-black triangular snake head was like an arrowhead, resting on the bright red and fertile vulva, two dripping fangs popped out, as thin as needlepoints, piercing the clit in one fell swoop, pouring in a bit of cold venom. The delicate bead immediately swelled up, raw red and translucent, round and plump like a cherry, and it took three fingers to be able to pinch it. The venom made the pearl extremely sensitive, and he could squirt with just a little breeze. He wouldn’t be able to wear even the thinnest and softest silk underwear.
Chikui flicked his wrist, and the whip swished through the air, stabbing deep into the hole like lightning. The soft and fat red flesh crumpled in response, like a sharp knife slicing into fish meat. The snake tongue immediately coiled back after and it twisted around violently, tightly wrapping a few times around the swollen clit and tightening mercilessly.
With a lift of Chikui’s wrist, the delicate red button was immediately pulled into a taut line. Yu Ru’e let out a wail, his entire lower body twitched frantically, and his red petals and holes all turned outward. Crystalline hot liquid splashed inside suddenly, and the reverse tide made him silently widen his eyes. His ruthless heart flickered slightly.
The snowy eyes reflected a fair round belly. The memories of the muddled time attacked him. He had turned into a sticky chamber pot, with his legs spread out under a man’s crotch, and the tender red hole was full of cloudy yellow liquid.
Yu Ru’e’s body trembled and a streak of blood oozed from the corner of his lips, which he silently squeezed away.
Chikui’s second whip was extremely tricky. It directly hit the buried female urine hole. The scarlet point immediately swelled up as the withered and rough fork of the snake tongue drilled in, thrashing in the hole and growing in the wetness until it grew to the width of a pinky-tip. The other pointed fork was as thin as a hair, and it pricked a few times on the clit, stabbing the small hole that was pierced by the fang, and slipped through it. A small mass of gleaming red meat was picked up on the writhing tongue, trembling wetly.
His body had long blurred the boundaries between pain and pleasure. The snake tongue fucked the clit again and again, arousing a scalp-numbing pleasure, especially when it spun and twisted in the sensitive inner flesh.y As the tip of its tongue went in and out, the abused pearl twitched, almost melting into a pool of sticky syrup.
Yu Ru’e gasped for breath, his whole body was fluid and soft. The little thing stuck on the whip was like a plump and crystal-like grape on a stalk. The moment Chikui pulled the handle of the whip, the snake tongue coiled into a crimson ring.
Yu Ru’e was led by him and struggled to crawl on the animal pelt. The clit, which was just developed, couldn’t stand the rubbing. With just a light twist of the snake tongue, his body trembled. The depth of his clit was so itchy that he wanted to poke it in with his finger and scratch it. Almost every step he climbed, he would twitch in orgasm once.
Sometimes, his eyes were hazy and dewy, overcome by the climax. When he looked over, they were so moist and soft that they could almost drip honey water. Sometimes, he was as clear as ice and snow, with forbearance, pain, shame and resentment intertwined, breaking through the hazy wet mist. They aroused anger and the desire to abuse.
Chikui stopped from time to time, twisted his wrist viciously, and let out a “shh” sound.
Yu Ru’e was still twitching in the aftertaste of the orgasm, all of his orifices loose. Two streams of white milk spurt out, the slit on his penis dilated and spat out a stream of clear urine, the vagina gaped and the folds around it flared like butterfly wings, trying to protect the delicate core. The belly full of piss and fluids shot out from between them, flooding the ground.
On the snow-white animal pelt, a smelly piss stain instantly splashed out, as if a chamber pot had been knocked over.
Yu Ru’e laid on the ground, his eyes slack. He didn’t even have the right to clench his hole. As long as Chikui gave an order, he would piss, dripping like a clepsydra…
After an unknown amount of time, Chikui suddenly stopped, picked him up, and lifted his two snow-white and slippery thighs like helping a child urinate.
“Why are you crying?” He said meanly, “After being a bitch for so long, are you still shy?”
Yu Ru’e curled up in his arms, sobbing softly, his snow-white eyelashes wet and a little bit of hung from his red lips. His two fox ears drooped down, looking very much aggrieved.
“The tail tip is dirty.” He choked up and hugged the big tail between his sweaty arms. The red fox fur was indeed stained with urine and sticky.
Chikui grabbed hold of it, shook it twice, and said, “What’s there to cry about?”
Yu Ru’e fell silent immediately, watching him from under his eyelashes.
Chikui frowned and stared at him for a while, then said, “Sit down on the table, spread your legs, and don’t move, you understand?”
He dragged a wooden barrel over, rolled up his cuffs, grabbed the big fluffy tail, and dipped it in the water. He was very skilled in doing this kind of thing. He held the tip of the tail out from his palm and used his fingertips to pick out the sticky soft fur, and rubbed the strands smooth. The bright fox fur fluffed up in the clear water, floating leisurely.
Yu Ru’e’s eyes narrowed from his rubbing, his legs dangling.
Chikui was rubbing the fox tail with both palms quickly when suddenly his head sank. A snow-white and warm sole rested on the top of his hair, the bud-like toes curled up and kicked lightly. It was like a kitten spreading its tender paws.
“It needs soap.” Yu Ru’e said softly.
Chikui spoke strongly, “Don’t be so coquettish.”
He regretted it again, the vixen was used to kicking his nose and face. He should be chained on the bed all day long, fucked after being fucked.
After finally finishing scrubbing and washing, Chikui was about to wring it dry when Yu Ru’e’s red hole clenched, and with a flick of his tail, water splashed all over his face.
Chikui glared at him, and the whole fox tail was instantly baked fluffy and soft, and the fur fluttered like reed flowers. Yu Ru’e hugged his tail. His fox fur was bright red, fluffing against his snow-white chin, and his white silky hair hung down his shoulders.
“Need to wash here too.” He said, pulling open his pussy, and pointed it out to Chikui. “Here.”
At this moment, a small dragon the width of a fingertip was silently crawling along the edge of the window. Two dragon horns the size of rice grains lightly touched the frame and the window was pushed open by a crack.
A naked young man was curled up in a puddle of lewd fluid all alone, his body trembling slightly. The half-person-high wooden barrel had been blown to sawdust, and there were splashes of water everywhere, mixed with puddles of white turbidity.
A/N
Enthusiastic reporter: May I ask Xianzun, do you have any dissatisfaction with your ol’ Gong?
Chikui leaned against the corner and pricked up his ears.
Xiaoyu: Uhm, the frequent, urgent, endless urination.
Chapter commissioned by Nyanmaru
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