The pale golden lotus petals were thin and delicate, supporting a green lotus pod like wine in a golden dish. A snow-white sole poked out from between the lotus petals.
Chikui held Yu Ru’e’s waist with one arm. His fingers sank into snowy fluff as if holding the soft waist of a kitten and kneading the pale pink belly. He forced the body to hang in the air, walking on two hind legs.
Yu Ru’e was tucked into the man’s slim arm, shaking his head uncontrollably. A bead of saliva hung from his bright red lips, translucent and glistening. He pressed his fingers against Chikui’s forearm, gripping it convulsively, and whimpered every now and then like a pitiful kitten crying out.
A snow-white ankle was held in Chikui’s hand and gently rested on the lotus.
“Place this one first,” Chikui said, biting his ear, “Come on, move forward.”
The medicinal properties of Loosened Bone were extremely overbearing. It could penetrate the skin and directly soften the bones. Because of being in the dream, the desire in Chikui’s heart was unleashed, he did not take measure and directly grabbed Yu Ru’e’s ankle to dip into the ointment. Even the calves were covered with a shiny layer of ointment. Those long legs, originally graceful and flexible, were now like crystal clear fat. The fair calf trembled softly, and when pinched in hand, he could feel the delicate and slender bones, which were soft.
Yu Ru’e stepped on a golden lotus, tentatively stood up straight, put his fingers on Chikui’s forearm, and looked up at him silently.
“Be good,” Chikui said, “If you can’t finish walking, you have to ride on the lotus.”
Yu Ru’e immediately shivered.
These golden lotuses were used to test the bodies of previous Demon Queens. The tightness and depth of the female genitalia, the elasticity and flexibility of the intestinal hole, the size of the uterus, and even the abundance of milk and cum could all be verified one by one. It was necessary to expand both holes and swallow them one by one.
Some lotus flowers were still buds and the thumb-sized buds could easily enter the cervix. The thin petals of pure gold would slowly be opened with a smooth arc until a layer of red, slick, and fleshy membrane stretched tightly around the lotus petals, shaking with each breath. With a tug on the lotus stem, one could see the depth of the Demon Queen’s body immediately.
Some had spread lotus petals, densely covered with barbed hooks. The hard and cold lotus petals could easily cut into the feminine cave like a hot knife cutting wax, break open the entrance, and pull apart the big and small lips. The moment the Queen sat on it, the lotus pod would pop out under pressure and be inserted into the hole. It could only be slowly drawn out after it was filled with a puddle of viscous and crystal-clear liquid.
These tall, low, and blooming lotus flowers each had their own threats. Chikui showed kindness this time and just allowed him to walk on the lotus, step by step.
Yu Ru’e was half-carried by Chikui and staggered a few steps. Chikui let go of his waist, turned to spread out his palms and held his fingers, guiding him to walk forward slowly.
Sweat dripped from Yu Ru’e’s forehead, and the fair butt trembled and suddenly dropped. Chikui gripped his behind in his hands quickly and poked four fingers into the wet red anus.
Yu Ru’e gasped in surprise and sat on the palm of that hand. His tender hole was wet and slippery inside, his intestines were like a light red fish mouth frantically opening, tightly sucking those four rough fingers.
He closed his eyes, and after getting used to it for a while, he began squirming his hims while half-sitting in the palm of the man’s hand. His anal ring was tightly wrapped around the base of his fingers. The smoothed out ripe folds dripped with crystalline juice, squeezed and pushed, sucking fingers until they were coated wet.
“Don’t be fussy,” Chikui gritted his teeth, pinched together two fingers, and firmly clamped the fat and tender gland, “sit on that lotus.”
The lotus pod was made of jasper, about the size of a child’s fist. The lotus pod was tightly wrapping round lotus seeds, revealing a fresh turquoise color. It symbolized having many children. On the wedding night, the Queen would sit on the marriage bed with her the lotus pod inside her cunt.
Yu Ru’e spread his knees and knelt in front of the lotus. His head lowered, his back was as fair as suet jade, and his snowy ass was raised high. He held the lotus stem with one hand and tentatively pressed it against the hole.
The lotus pod was covered with fine gold powder and it glowed with a faint golden light under the shifting candlelight. Yu Ru’e’s asshole had just been opened and it was still bright red and moist, the size of a penny of rouge. The flowering pattern was red and dense, like the moist texture of peony petals. Just a little twist on the lotus pod and it was immediately covered with a layer of gold powder.
The tender red hole was painted with a light golden edge.
Yu Ru’e frowned. His snowy waist twisted slightly, the cold lotus pod was sandwiched between his lower petals, pressing against the vagina, and pushed in inch by inch. The lotus pod was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with hard and uneven arcs on the edges, making it easier said than done to swallow. The flesh of his pussy was shoved wide open, the layer of red flesh wrapped around the lotus chamber and trembled wetly, but the mouth of the hole was tightly closed, like a stringed handbag that’s tightened its strings, holding the thin lotus stem. The hole was like an odan, only a little green stem was exposed. The whole sex organ had become a flesh sleeve tailored for the lotus pod.
When the lotus pod was pushed to the bottom and pressed against the rim of the inner entrance, a fierce outline suddenly protruded from Yu Ru’e’s pale and flat lower abdomen.
Yu Ru’e covered his lower abdomen and panted for a while, his plump buttcheeks pressed against the soles of his feet, revealing a few pale pink toes. A piece of green lotus stalk was caught by the bright red hole, wrapped in a ball of wet and sticky liquid, trembling slightly with the opening of the flower lips.
Chikui grabbed the lotus stem and viciously thrusted a few times.
It was also the first time he saw these toys and he suddenly discovered that the lotus stem was actually hollow. A thin golden thread hung down from the exquisite thin tube. Chikui subconsciously wrapped it around his index finger a few times, and pulled it hard.
“Hn!”
Yu Ru’e immediately let out a mournful cry as the lotus pod in his pussy spun at high speed. The hard edge broke through the clingy red flesh and sank into the wet and soft folds, as if a piece of sandstone was wrapped in soft clam meat.
A strand of transparent slick shot out from the hole and splashed in all directions.
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Yu Ru’e didn’t know how many times he had been pressed down and ejaculated into by Chikui, and he was very familiar with this feeling. The tender red entrance of the cervix opened immediately, ready to accept a hot and powerful internal ejaculation.
The lotus pod shrank to the extreme again, like a drawn bowstring that was tense with power, it made a chilling creaking sound, then bounced violently and suddenly opened.
The turquoise lotus seeds popped out suddenly like catapults, shooting straight through the cervix and hitting the soft uterine wall. In the blink of an eye, a large amount of lotus seeds filed in, scattering and dancing in the uterus, turning the red cavern upside down.
“Ah!” Yu Ru’e’s pupils dilated to the limit, the tip of his tongue struck out of his lips, trembling wetly, his sweaty fingers grasped Chikui’s arm and tightened, “Wha-… nn… don’t enter more, it’s still moving…”
The lotus seeds were actually soft, with obscene elasticity and wet stickiness, sticking to the wall of the uterus and quickly swelled up like plump and soft fish eggs, wet and squeezed into a translucent egg membrane.
Yu Ru’e’s lower abdomen bulged rapidly, and he held a soft pregnant belly dumbfounded. Supple fair flesh flowed out from between his hands like half-melted tallow. He still didn’t know that he had been shot full of eggs and his body had changed into a demonic mother lotus.
This was also one of the trials of the Queen. They were to place the lotus seeds in the womb, incubate them with a hot and wet body, wait until the wedding night, and then spread open their tender cunt in front of the demon king and expel them one by one. The more lotus seeds sprouted, the more offspring the Queen would conceive.
It was just that the incubation process was really difficult. The lotus seeds swell when exposed to water, and they like to suck up the liquid. If the Queen’s body was a little more sensitive and juicy, they could fill the uterus and cling together like a sticky green ball, unable to be expelled out.
The most embarrassing thing was that they even had fetal movement, jumping in the mother’s womb from time to time like living creatures. On the wedding night, sitting on the wedding bed with a pregnant belly as if in childbirth, her legs couldn’t even close together, and she would be dripping with liquid as if incontinent.
It was just that Yu Ru’e was ignorant at the moment. How could he know the danger of this lotus seed? He just lowered his head and poked his round pregnant belly curiously.
The lotus pressed against his fingertips and began to jump up.
He was slightly startled, and looked up at Chikui, “It’s jumping…”
Chikui’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he said in a deep voice, “Jumping where?”
Yu Ru’e held his wrist and put it on his round and white belly. The lotus seeds would not dare to make a scene under the Demon Lord’s hands and docilely laid in the womb, trembling slightly with Yu Ru’e’s long breath.
Chikui had thick calluses on his five fingers, which were used to holding weapons. The skin under the hands was so tender, so soft, with a thin layer of sweat, like flower petals soaked with dew. He even had the illusion for a moment that he really became a father, and through the thin skin under his palm, he heard the heartbeats of two people at the same time.
One was slow and quiet, the other was immature and lively, intertwined and sometimes overlapping, sometimes falling together. It was like a warm little chick was nestling on his chest, with a goose yellow beak, chirping and calling out towards him without fear of estrangement, and from time to time used his fluffy down to grind the only half of his heart left.
It was over.
Chikui paused for a moment, like a beast putting away its claws, half-kneeled in front of Yu Ru’e, wrapped his arms around his waist, buried his face on the snow-white and round belly of Yu Ru’e, and took a deep breath.
The rough tip of his tongue pressed against the everted bright red navel and licked it almost greedily. From time to time, it would dip in a little bit and beat at high speed.
Yu Ru’e held his belly, trembling from being licked by him. The belly button was so hot and humid that it almost melted into a puddle of water.
“Don’t lick it, it’s so itchy…” His white eyelashes were wet with a few clear teardrops hanging on them and the hot air from between his lips was hot and sweet.
“Saying my greetings.” Chikui said, pressing his forehead against his stomach.
This time he personally entered the pornography and picked out a few obscene tools to take out. The pages of the book hanging in mid-air flickered slightly and Chikui hugged Yu Ru’e sideways and fell to the ground.
Yu Ru’e was as naked as new snow, with only a green lotus pod inserted between his legs. His skin was white, his waist was thin, and his ass was plump. He was like a suet jade vase with a lotus stem inserted in it.
A flushed red penis was raised high with a white jade-like lotus root around it. The inside of the lotus root was hollow and filled with crystal clear grease, covered in thin root silks. Chikui stretched out his hand to hold it and stroked it from the glans head to the base.
Yu Ru’e leaned his neck back, his red tongue trembled wetly between his lips. The grease was soft and resilient, hot and moist, like a tight ring of anal flesh, tightly encircling his cock.
He had never had such anexperience of ecstasy before. He closed his eyes, arched his waist subconsciously, and twisted and pounded in the lotus root, making a suggestive squelching sound.
Under the high temperature, the grease melted into a crystal clear oil and dripped down, Yu Ru’e grabbed Chikui’s hand, thrusting into the lotus root, unaware that as the grease melted, the silk of the lotus root was exposed.
Following Yu Ru’e’s uncontrollable pounding, the lotus root silk suddenly tightened, wrapped around the penis in a tangle, and with a sudden jerk, the jade-like genital was firmly bound.
Chikui easily restrained his struggle and hugged him in his arms.
“You can’t ejaculate now,” Chikui said, “After three days, I will make you cum until you cry.”
The news of the Demon Lord’s big wedding shook the entire Demon Realm.
Hundreds of demonic maids who were proficient in embroidery filed into the palace. They had flowers on their foreheads, vermilion on their lips, five-color silk threads on their fingers, and cloud-like fluttering sleeves. In a corner of the palace, there was a side hall with hundreds of vermilion lacquered wooden beams, scattered high and low, shaped like a row of combs, hung with deep and light red or clear silk satin, like a layer of crimson fog, as light as floating clouds. Some of the bright red were woven with strands of golden threads, appearing like peony petals in rain, rich in texture, bright in color, and golden in radiance.
When the wind passed by, the silk and satin in the hall surged and waved, and the red light melted like a pool of rouge spring water.
In the middle of this side hall, Yu Ru’e was lying on a small chaise, taking a nap with his eyes closed. There was also a piece of scarlet satin between his arms. The red silk was very thin, warm and soft as it laid slanted on his round pregnant belly. The two red and tender nipples were small with bulging filled with pure white milk, leaving two ambiguous wet marks on the silk and satin.
Chikui embraced his damp shoulders and neck, half-holding him, and wrapped his silky white hair around his neck with one hand. A heavy phoenix crown with a long string of pearls in the phoenix’s mouth was pressed on the immortal’s hair. They were exquisite and round, white and translucent. A thumb-sized red agate fell between the immortal’s eyebrows, blurring a hazy mass of red light.
The bright pearls floated like moonlight and the thin shadows of silk threads were intertwined on the immortal’s relaxed face. The frosty white eyebrows, slender eyelashes, and pair of small, bright red lips loomed behind the string of beads, revealing an attractive color and fragrance. It was like a subtle curtain shading flowery fragrances.
Yu Ru’e woke up with a start. Chikui was holding the back of his neck, licking his forehead, holding the lotus stem with one hand, and viciously prodding it.
His abdomen was uncomfortably distended. The green lotus seeds were sticking together and they had already started to sprout, lightly scratching the sensitive uterine wall. His lower body was dripping lewd liquid all the time. The tan colored bamboo mat was soaked until it was gleaming and slippery, with sticky juice oozing from the cracks.
Yu Ru’e raised his hand subconsciously and brushed the dangling beads behind his ears. His skin was as fair as a pearl, the only clearness in the room.
Chikui stared at him for a moment and his Adam’s apple rolled.
“Don’t move,” Chikui said, “I’ll take you somewhere.”
In the Twelfth Level of the Demon Realm, above the Blood Lake.
On the scarlet liquid of the lake, there were patches of shiny round spots, which at first glance looked like half-molten silver foil. These were the tears of all beings in the Three Realms, arriving from the void, filled with resentment and regret, and falling into the Blood Lake.
The stronger the emotion contained in it, the brighter the tears.
At first glance, it looked like a vast and neverending Milky Way, with countless stardust shining brightly, floating on the violently boiling blood.
Chikui half held Yu Ru’e while walking by the Blood Lake.
“I heard that when you immortals become Daoist companions, you must have the stars in the sky as witnesses,” he said, “This is the only place in the Demon Realm where you can see the cosmos.”
Yu Ru’e stared blankly at the rippling silver light in the lake, seemingly mesmerized.
Chikui lifted the pearls hanging in front of his eyes a little, the pearls were as clear as water, before slowing falling. His eyes looked down, the silver eyes reflecting the starlight of the lake as if he was full of emotion.
Chikui lightly coughed and was about to lower his head to kiss his eyelashes. But Yu Ru’e broke free from his embrace and stretched out his hand toward the lake.
Chikui grabbed his wrist and followed his gaze.
There was a drop of surprisingly bright tear on the surface of the lake. It was the size of a bronze mirror, and a figure was faintly swaying within.
This was a tear with a memory.
The white-clothed and black-haired Sword Immortal stood above the sea of clouds, looking down at his fingers. At the base of the fingers, there was a clump of ferocious and dark evil energy, about the size of a bush, twisting crazily in mid-air.
The immortal raised his blade against it and chopped away the root, and the evil fate fell in the end.
But immediately, a few strands of black threads emerged from his knuckle bones, and they grew furiously in the wind, baring their teeth and claws, ready to pounce.
The immortal’s lips moved silently a few times, and his body flickered, turning into a long sword, piercing through the sea of clouds. Half of the sword was cold and bright, and the blade was transparent, as if it was newly crafted; the other half was rusty and worn so that even the outline couldn’t be seen, revealing a dark and ominous bloody color.
Obviously, an inner demon had entered his body, and half of his body had become a demon.
The long sword whistled loudly, and the blade trembled in pain, a deep crack burst out and cut across the middle. Half of it fell from the Nine Heavens, carrying the power to split the heavens and earth. The mighty power came straight through the Blood Lake, and the broken half of the sword that had the hilt trembled from above in the clouds and turned into a human figure kneeling on one knee.
Before the inner demons spread completely, he resolutely gave up half of his body and kept the only remaining pure sword Dao Heart.
The immortal wiped the black blood from the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, sighed, and a line of clear tears flowed down his sallow cheeks.
“Yu’er…”
A thread-like sigh floated faintly above the blood lake.
Yu Ru’e stared for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly.
Suddenly, a cold wine cup touched his lips.
Yu Ru’e looked up and saw that Chikui had at some point held a pair of wine cups and was staring at him with burning eyes. There was a rare smile in his crimson eyes, as if boiling magma had curbed itself and softened in an instant.
“Give me your hand,” Chikui said, “This blood lake is my birthplace, it can be regarded as half my mother’s body. If you drink Hebei wine in front of the lake, you and I will be called husband and wife.”
As he talked, his eyes became brighter and brighter. He suddenly paused and asked suspiciously, “What are you chewing on?”
Yu Ru’e opened his lips and obediently raised his head to show him. He saw a wet red agate wrapped between the bright red and wet lips. Yu Ru’e was like a child sucking a hawthorn candy, gently licking its smooth skin with the tip of his tongue, and holding it with his snow-white teeth from time to time, chewing it creakingly.
A proper demon heart, he chewed it like a jelly bean. His snowy cheeks bulged and Chikui’s hollow chest seemed to be swept over by the warm tip of his tongue. The broken heart was sore and itchy, it almost melted between his lips.
“Fool,” Chikui laughed, “Drink first, this drink is sweet.”
The snow-white and thin wrists and the lean honey-colored arms were intertwined like vines.
Yu Ru’e’s eyelashes flickered slightly, and a tear fell silently into the cup.
Chikui stared at him and said in a deep voice, “What are you crying about on the day of great joy?”
He stretched out his hand and wiped Yu Ru’e’s wet eyelashes with his thumb. The force of his hand was extremely gentle, but the eyelids were still rubbed a faint red.
“Why are you crying?”
He repeated it word by word again. He gritted out every word viciously as if holding a thousand catties behind his teeth, but his eyes were fixed on Yu Ru’e, and he pressed the wine cup to his lips. He threw back the drink without hesitation.
The clear wine was like a bright mirror, reflecting that rebellious face.
The incarnation of the Fog Mirror flashed coldly.
Chikui’s body shook, and he lowered his head. A section of a white sword protruded from his chest. The three small characters of Yu’e Sword in seal script were soaked in his hot blood, shaking indistinctly.
Yu Ru’e wrapped his arms around his shoulders, looked at him with icy pupils, and twisted his wrist mercilessly.
The majestic sword intent wrapped in pure immortal power instantly twisted the beating devil’s heart in his chest into a puddle of blood.
Scarlet blood spurted out, almost becoming a gushing fountain of blood.
Chikui was soaked in blood, as if a scabbard that had been formed by the sword, dripping towards the hilt.
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