Inhaling the rich, musky fragrance emanating from Tang Lanyan, as alluring as slightly saturated honey, his penis instantly became violently engorged.
In an instant, it became even harder than before!
He pounced on Tang Lanyan like a wild beast, kissing and sucking her, almost repeating what he had just done, not even missing the glistening beads of sweat between her breasts.
Overwhelmed by lust, he grabbed her incredibly long, white legs, hoisted them onto his shoulder, and once again aimed his penis at her tight, pinhole-like anus, thrusting forward violently!
The newly penetrated anus was slightly reddish, but its overall color was as pale as cherry blossom dye, beautiful like a daisy after a spring rain.
With a sudden thrust of the large penis, the anus sank in, the delicate lines pressed tightly against the glans, the extremely tight and elastic anus opening like a pink wheel beneath the dark penis, instantly wide open to a long dragon.
It disappeared between two taut, steel-like, snow-white buttocks.
"Smack!"
The hips slammed heavily against the large white buttocks from above, causing the upturned buttocks to suddenly sink like a spring, then bounce back forcefully, producing a crisp, fleshy slapping sound.
A tingling sensation ran through his groin, and Zhao Hao grimaced in delight, only to discover with surprise that while Tang Lanyan's anus remained as tight as ever, the walls and folds seemed to have gained a glistening, oily lubrication. The creases, while still firm, now offered a soft, slippery sensation.
His previously barely tangled penis, aided by this lubrication and the rebound from her large buttocks, suddenly freed itself, its dark shaft glistening with oil.
The next second, it thrust back into her honeyed depths!
Zhao Hao straddled her large buttocks, his hands gripping her two lotus-petal-like jade feet, sometimes biting and nibbling at the soles, sometimes sucking and peeling her toes, biting down on Tang Lanyan's long, round, full big toe, while his lower body thrust violently.
Her legs, spread wide and bent in a squatting position, bulged with muscles and veins.
The penis inserted into Tang Lanyan's anus was gripped and twisted with incredible tightness, as if by a clitoral hood contracting in response to stress.
If it weren't for the oily lubrication secreted from her anus, let alone the ability to thrust freely, even penetration itself would be a luxury.
Even so, Zhao Hao's penis was almost completely rubbed raw.
Each thrust felt like being glued to her flesh, while the intricately intertwined tender flesh constantly pinched and gnawed at the intruder.
When the penis was withdrawn, it even caused the tender flesh around Tang Lanyan's anus to bulge, almost lifting her round buttocks an inch or two off the ground.
When her buttocks slammed back onto the bed, the penis was almost "pulled" down with it!
Zhao Hao was driven to near madness by the pleasure. Just like in their past close-quarters combat, he had been completely overwhelmed by Tang Lanyan, utterly powerless. This "battle" between his penis and her anus left him no chance to catch his breath.
He no longer had any intention of holding back ejaculation; in fact, it was impossible. From the very first thrust, the pleasure was like a speeding train, rushing straight towards its destination without any brakes!
"Ugh...!"
Between two round, firm, plump, peach-like white buttocks, the swollen, red, veined penis pounded twice more forcefully, its testicles contracting and convulsing violently.
"Mmm!"
The semen shot powerfully deep into his tender intestines, so rapidly and forcefully that it felt like grains scraping against the vas deferens, a stinging, burning pain.
A tingling, numbing sensation spread along his spine throughout his body, giving him the illusion that his spinal cord was being ejaculated.
Zhao Hao remained stunned for a long time.
He hadn't even noticed his penis being squeezed out, coated in a thick, porridge-like semen, like a silkworm. If the period after ejaculation was usually called the "post-coital period," now it felt like complete amnesia; his mind was blank, incapable of thinking.
It was as if he had given his entire being to Tang Lanyan.
After a long while, Zhao Hao finally came to his senses, only to find that Tang Lanyan seemed lifeless. Her two full, firm breasts rose and fell gently. From this angle, he couldn't see Tang Lanyan's pretty face; the most striking feature was her two round, full breasts, defying gravity.
This piqued Zhao Hao's curiosity. Although he was well aware of Tang Lanyan's dangerous nature, he couldn't resist moving closer.
Just as he finally got between her breasts to glimpse her expression, he was stunned to find that Tang Lanyan's face didn't have the despair and dazed look he had imagined.
A delicate face, as cold as ice, flushed a soft blush, and her beautiful eyes, as bright as stars, stared coldly at him.
Zhao Hao's heart skipped a beat. Before he could recover from his daze, a sudden, deafening crash followed, and he was violently thrown into the air, feeling as if he were floating on clouds.
While airborne, he saw that Tang Lanyan had actually used the ropes binding her limbs to forcefully overturn the bed from its four corners, causing it to buckle inwards completely.
The loud crash he heard was the sound of the bed buckling, and he had been propelled into the air by the force of Tang Lanyan's movement.
His thoughts raced like a white horse galloping past, incredibly fast; in fact, the entire action had been completed in the blink of an eye.
As he landed, he saw Tang Lanyan bend her knees, her slender, white, and smooth feet pressing down. Using the sheer muscular power of her hips and legs, she kicked at him.
"Thump!"
Those two tender feet, which he had just shamelessly pressed against his face, kissing and nibbling, each toe repeatedly savored, now became a death knell, heavily imprinted on his chest.
The touch was as delicate as ever, like powdered jade, but that didn't diminish the astonishing force of the blow.
With a muffled thud, Zhao Hao's chest felt like it had been struck by lightning; a sharp pain shot through him, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he slammed into the corner of the cage like a broken sack.
But Zhao Hao should be thankful, after all, he couldn't use supernatural powers in the cage, and Tang Lanyan's strength hadn't fully recovered, which allowed him to "survive."
He wouldn't be kicked so hard by those delicate, slender feet that his bones would shatter and his muscles would break—a true "crack"—
Even so, the kick left him feeling turbulent, his body almost falling apart.
"Why...why hasn't anyone come in yet?"
Zhao Hao lay on the ground, his mind and body consumed by fear. He knew, of course, what would happen if he fell into Tang Lanyan's hands.
As a queen bathed in blood on the battlefield, she never retreated, nor was she swayed by setbacks.
Almost nothing outside the battlefield held any interest for her; she would even spare surrendered soldiers.
But she would never forgive traitors.
A trickle of blood seeped from Zhao Hao's forehead, blurring his vision. The approaching, lithe, and fair figure was tinged with a beautiful crimson.
The shadow of death loomed over him, and he realized the vast difference in strength between himself and Tang Lanyan. Even without the power to overcome her extraordinary abilities, naked and vulnerable, he was no match for her.
But just as he was about to utterly despair, the inexplicable power within the cage suddenly intensified.
Tang Lanyan abruptly stopped, letting out a soft moan. A surge of restless heat coursed through her body, her legs buckled, and she involuntarily squatted down.
Her shapely, long, shapely legs were crossed, their muscles firm and taut, pressing her vulva between them, making it appear exceptionally plump.
Two cherry-red, tender petals bloomed from between her full lips, like flower petals bursting open in a flower garden. A glistening, translucent sheen, carrying a tiny bubble, drooped between the petals.
One could even see that between her two peach-like buttocks, the slightly swollen and red anus was gently contracting, and suddenly, with a "squeak," like a fart, a sliver of white appeared at the center of her flower.
This, set against the backdrop of the delicate pink daisy, made her appear even more lewd and alluring…
Zhao Hao on the ground stared wide-eyed. The perversion of this scene was too intense: the mighty and invincible Valkyrie, her wanton and lewd posture, brought a powerful stimulation.
For a moment, he completely forgot his pain.
"Ha…don't…run away…"
But a deep, seductive gasp interrupted him. Tang Lanyan's breathing had become unusually hot and scalding, yet her gaze remained fixed on him.
Her gaze still held a sharp edge, no different from when she was majestic and awe-inspiring.
For Tang Lanyan, no matter how dire the circumstances, as long as she had a breath left, she would fight on forever.
Regardless of the weapon or fighting style she used.