Tang Lanyan—or rather, the Tang-Zhao sisters—represented, in truth, the women the Dragon King desired most.
Zhao Zhiran had been the catalyst for his "crystallization" (the process by which he attained his current form); in a sense, she was his "first love." Even after his transformation, he remained fixated on her—which is precisely why he reacted with such intense indignation and rage upon hearing that she had been "defiled" by another man.
As for Tang Lanyan, he had met her a few times years ago, introduced by Li Dong—and she, too, had completely won him over.
The Dragon King lived by a philosophy that revered the strong. Losing to his "Big Brother" Li Dong—who, in his prime, was virtually invincible—was one thing; but he never imagined he could be bested by a woman.
Yet, during a sparring match, he was defeated so soundly that he began to question his very existence as a "whale" (his true form).
Tang Lanyan had left such an indelible impression on him that he took to calling her "Sister-in-law Lanyan."
The first time he had to "take care" of Sister-in-law Lanyan was two days ago, immediately after rescuing both her and his Big Brother from the sea.
It began as a pure accident: upon being pulled from the water, his Big Brother and Sister-in-law Lanyan were still locked in a tight embrace. Though both had lost consciousness, their instincts had driven them to remain in a deep, desperate kiss.
The Dragon King surmised that this had been their method of exchanging oxygen while submerged—a feat possible through either *qi* (internal energy) or the abilities of an "enhancement" type.
However, once they were above the surface, continuing to kiss like that could actually lead to suffocation, so he had no choice but to forcibly separate them.
Sister-in-law Lanyan's legs were wrapped so tightly around his Big Brother that they were nearly impossible to pry apart. He had to first uncoil her left leg, then wedge himself between the two of them to free her right leg as well. The unconscious Lan Yan, seemingly unwilling to be separated from her "big brother," wrapped herself around him once more. But with him now in the middle, her legs ended up coiled around him instead of the man she had been clinging to.
Tang Lan Yan's shapely legs tightened around him like a constricting snow-white python—even the Dragon King, with his formidable physical constitution, couldn't help but gasp.
Driven by pure instinct, Tang Lan Yan leaned in for another kiss, and the Dragon King had no choice but to meet her halfway.
And so, the Dragon King found himself locked in a passionate, deep-tongued kiss that lasted for over an hour.
He ended up carrying Tang Lan Yan all the way back to the bedroom atop the vessel, their lips never once parting. They kissed with such intensity that her soft, rose-hued lips were pressed and crushed into a slight pout. There wasn't a sliver of space between them; their tongues and lips danced together—sucking, parting, and shifting angles in a relentless, intimate rhythm.
Her smooth, delicate tongue swirled through their mingled saliva, seemingly transferring something—perhaps a breath—between them. She left absolutely no room for air; every time he tried to pull away even a fraction, her lips would instantly chase after him, sealing the connection tight, as if she were still back in the ocean with her "big brother."
To be honest, the Dragon King felt as though his own tongue were melting—it was literally being kissed into a state of total numbness.
This gave him a clear, newfound appreciation for Tang Lan Yan's physical stamina—a realization that left the Dragon King feeling genuinely excited.
Possessing the essence of a cetacean, the Dragon King's sexual capacity was dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary human; a typical woman simply couldn't withstand the intensity of his lovemaking.
Once the initial novelty wore off, his sexual encounters had long since become dull and unfulfilling—much like a bear trying to mate with a tiny, fragile rabbit. Lacking an evenly matched opponent, he found his instinctual competitive drive ignited when faced with his sister-in-law, Lan Yan. Their kiss grew intense and all-consuming, leaving both of them drenched in sweat.
They kissed until they were on the verge of suffocation—a truly difficult feat for an orca.
He was forced to concede: once again, he had lost to Lan Yan.
The scent emanating from her was a blend of her own fresh, clean perspiration and a deeper, richer aroma rising from below—a heavy, honey-like sweetness laced with an unmistakable, lewd, and erotic musk.
His cock had long since hardened, wedged firmly between her firm, supple, and springy buttocks. The entire glans was exposed, and his massive, unwieldy member was already soaked—dripping wet with her honeyed nectar.
Even the "Dragon King" couldn't remain oblivious to the situation. In truth, Tang Lan Yan had opened her eyes during their deep kiss, though her consciousness did not seem to have fully returned. Instead, she moved her hips instinctively, her plump, smooth, and slick labia—soft as rendered fat—rubbing back and forth against the top of his shaft, churning her juices into a thick, milky, erotic lather.
Lan Yan must have been struck by an aphrodisiac poison from an enemy. With his older brother still unconscious, it fell to him to "take care" of his sister-in-law...
As he cupped her heavy, rounded buttocks and pressed his thick, imposing cock against the entrance of her honeyed slit, he offered himself this convenient justification.
*Squelch!*
His long, thick, and searing-hot cock plunged straight into her tight, honeyed depths! The Dragon King's eyes widened in an instant. As he thrust inside, his cock was enveloped by countless slick, viscous, and sinewy folds of flesh—resembling taut cords or writhing tentacles. The vaginal muscles clamped down with such intense, constricting force that a jolt of electric pleasure shot straight up his spine, leaving him momentarily weak.