Her honeyed orifice resembled a wet, blossoming flower, its core—the entrance to her tight passage—pulsing open to the width of a thumb. As the intricate, fleshy folds writhed and contracted, a torrent of semen and vaginal fluids surged forth. Suspended in mid-air, the white, viscous fluid stretched into a long, trailing strand from between her splayed labia, finally snapping only as it neared the ground—a scene of the utmost, unbridled lewdness.
Showing no signs of fatigue, Luo Shaowen reached down and hoisted up Tang Lanyan, who had been sprawled on the floor. Repeating the process, he drove his long, thick, and distinctively curved cock deep into her tight, delicate passage.
Yet, unlike the fluid ease with which Zhao Zhiran had been penetrated, the entry into Tang Lanyan was far more gradual. Though both descents were governed by the same force of gravity, the difference lay in the fact that the "Warrior Queen's" pussy was significantly tighter. Though she was subjected to the same brutal, pounding fuck, the War Queen possessed exceptionally strong vaginal muscles. Within her, dense, convoluted folds of flesh—resembling freshly harvested seaweed—intertwined and locked together so tightly that penetrating them felt like carving a path through slick, living, bleeding meat.
Compared to before, it was as if a thorny, impassable thicket had been forcibly hacked into a narrow, winding trail—a passage that remained dauntingly difficult to traverse.
Yet, Luo Shaowen moved with the ease of one who knew the terrain well. Flexing his waist and abdomen, he drew his glans back slightly before thrusting forward with the ferocity of a dragon. His massive cock conquered the entire floral passage, slamming heavily into the swollen, tender, and succulent core!
"Ngh…!"
Tang Lanyan's slender neck arched back abruptly. Her ten toes—delicate as peeled scallions—curled inward, while her soft, peach-pink soles, as tender as an infant's buttocks, creased into fine lines. Caught in the violent, wave-like onslaught surging from below, her feet swayed rhythmically, reminiscent of the petals of a lotus flower.
*Thwack, thwack, thwack…!*
Luo Shaowen not only drove deep, but he also deliberately pulled his glans back to the very entrance of her sex before launching it forward like a meteor—piercing through the entire passage, which was so incredibly tight that it gripped his shaft with the relentless, crushing intensity of a muscular, constricting womb.
This vice-like grip—a pressure that would have caused an ordinary man to collapse in agony—seemed to have no effect on Luo Shaowen whatsoever. He pounded into Tang Lanyan with even greater speed and ferocity than he had shown with Zhao Zhiran. With every forceful thrust, his massive glans slammed hard against the slick, succulent flesh deep within her.
Each impact seemed to churn up a thick, viscous pool of feminine nectar; the more he fucked her, the more pronounced the wet, squelching sounds became. At times, Luo Shaowen would deliberately target the tender, swollen tissue—specifically the recessed, concave pocket designed to collect semen and facilitate conception.
His engorged, purple-hued glans—larger than a goose egg—forced its way into that hollow with brutal, unyielding intensity, pushing the soft, resilient flesh of her inner passage upward. Arching his back and hips, Luo Shaowen maintained a rapid, shallow rhythm, alternating between striking the core of her pleasure point and pressing deep into that hidden, concave niche.
Tang Lanyan felt a profound, aching numbness at the very depths of her vagina. Every time that hyper-sensitive flesh was struck or kneaded, the resulting soreness and swelling triggered a sensation so intense it felt as though her very bones were melting—while an urgent, peculiar need to urinate began to surge within her.
"Ah… ah… ah…"
Tang Lanyan moaned, her eyes clouded with raw lust and a dazed, bewildered expression. Her head swayed uncontrollably, punctuated by soft, delicate whimpers escaping her throat. Suddenly, amidst her restless tossing, her gaze fell upon Li Dong—who stood not far away, blocked by a barrier of sharp, protruding spikes.
Her lithe, shapely body shuddered, and a flicker of clarity returned to her glistening, beautiful eyes. Yet, as Luo Shaowen delivered another powerful, deep thrust, that fleeting moment of lucidity vanished like petals swept away by a flowing stream, instantly swallowed once more by an overwhelming tide of carnal desire. "Mmm…"
Her plump, rounded buttocks—resembling ripe peaches—swayed uncontrollably. Her snow-white, delicate feet curled and extended by turns. It wasn't just the aching, tingling numbness deep within her sex that had become unbearable; her clitoris, swollen and thrusting upward, felt as if it were being swarmed by a thousand ants—an agonizing, fiery itch that was impossible to soothe.
Her slender, supple waist swayed like a serpent, arching to meet the relentless thrusts of his massive cock. Though she would twist her hips to dodge the pounding, she was inevitably pulled back, only to be fucked so hard that a deluge of creamy fluid erupted from her, raining down.
"Am I thrusting deep enough?"
Luo Shaowen, nearing his own limit, stood up and took hold of Tang Lanyan's long, shapely legs. He began to hammer into her with the rhythmic intensity of a swing, his forceful, deep thrusts causing her firm, rounded breasts to bounce and sway in a constant, undulating motion.
Tang Lanyan's consciousness—flickering between clarity and dazed confusion—felt as though it were being scorched by the fires of lust. The "alien" pure-yang essence blood had been injected directly into her clitoris, but with every climax, this strange, searing heat spread throughout her entire body. It was as if her very being had transformed into a furnace of desire, relentlessly baking her consciousness.
She had a vague awareness that Xiao Dong was nearby, yet she found herself completely unable to control her own body—or even her own mind. "Mmm… ah… so big… so deep…~"
The whimpering, tear-choked moans echoing in her ears—were they her own? Or were they drifting in from some distant, ethereal realm? They sounded so alien, stirring a sense of revulsion within her.
Yet, her consciousness seemed to split in two: one part clung desperately to the last shred of clarity, while the other was cast high into the clouds, tossed about in a violent, uncontrollable surge of pleasure. "Thwack, thwack, thwack...!"
Luo Shaowen launched into a final, frenzied assault. His thick, rigid cock—searing hot like a live coal—plunged in and out with wild intensity. Each full-length thrust sent white fluid spurting everywhere. The long, powerful legs that once struck terror into the hearts of his enemies—legs both coveted and feared—now trembled and quivered uncontrollably.
"You slutty-cunt queen! Spread those legs wider and let me fuck you to death!"
Amidst her shrill, wanton cries, it was as if—perhaps merely an illusion—those long, shapely legs parted even wider.
Luo Shaowen gripped one of her slender, snow-white shins in each hand, turning this fearsome warrior queen into the perfect platform for his pleasure, slamming his hips forward to batter her deepest, most sensitive core.
"So intense... oh, it's so... overwhelming... I'm going to... pee... w-w-wah...!"
The warrior queen threw her head back, wailing. Her core, battered by his relentless, violent thrusts, suddenly began to pulse and convulse. This climax hit with even greater ferocity; thick, hot, sticky fluids gushed out, coating his cock in a slick, viscous layer. Deep within her honeyed passage, the intricate folds spasmed and tightened, as if countless tiny, grasping tendrils were coiling around his shaft from every angle.
Her vaginal muscles—taut and resilient as thin steel—contracted with such force that his entire cock went numb with pleasure. Even with Luo Shaowen's formidable stamina, the grip was so intense that his own anus clenched tight. His cock throbbed violently, and he ejaculated, flooding her tight, hot passage once more with a torrent of scalding, thick semen!