The most tender part of the War Queen's body was undoubtedly her two plump, delicate labia, like the thin, swollen, ripe skin of a peach, filled with a semi-melted, creamy substance. Against the backdrop of her inner thighs and inner legs, the muscles, as taut as thin steel sheets, were unimaginably delicate.
With a large sip, the tender, clam-like flesh, defenseless against the suction, was pulled upwards slightly. One labia were even drawn into her mouth. A thick, wet tongue flicked out, parting the two soft, tender labia, revealing the delicate labia minora, the inner flesh, and the vaginal opening, folded like a cluster of moist, multi-layered seaweed forming tiny holes, all exposed beneath the large tongue.
With a soft "slurp," the large tongue licked over.
A thin strand of sticky, bubbly fluid, trailed from the opening, heavy as a liquid rope, and suddenly curved and drooped as the tongue reached the opening.
The severed strands of fluid dripped onto her full mons pubis, soaking the sparse yet alluring little triangular tuft of pubic hair in an instant.
Tang Lanyan hadn't given up, but the tongue teasing her vulva felt like a sharp weapon, causing her body to go limp. Her lotus feet suddenly straightened upwards, her slender toes curling.
She bit her lip, a sweet, metallic taste rising in her mouth. She gripped her calves tightly with both hands and forcefully pried them apart. At the same time, the muscles in her thighs, ignoring the waves of pleasure emanating from her being sucked, suddenly bulged and tensed, instantly freeing herself from Luo Shaowen's grasp.
But her freed thighs snapped shut again, this time clamping down on Luo Shaowen's head. Not only her inner thighs, but also her round buttocks swelled even more, the muscles undulating, unleashing a powerful force like a steel clamp.
Despite the return of the aching sensation, she gritted her teeth, continuing to exert force with unwavering willpower.
Luo Shaowen's face flushed red from being squeezed, his arms wrapped around Tang Lanyan's thighs, forcefully pulling them apart. He looked somewhat disheveled, but he smiled, for this was exactly what she wanted—as if sensing a deadly danger.
The restless, uncooperative pure yang energy within his chest suddenly pounded violently, a powerful force instantly coursing through his limbs.
The interrupted fusion resumed!
The two seemed locked in a stalemate, but Luo Shaowen's expression grew increasingly composed—
His arms, now brimming with increased strength, pulled her thighs apart, even allowing his tongue to lick her wet, moist vulva, from her tight, small anus all the way to her clitoris, providing constant stimulation.
Moreover, the contact of their skin sent an unusually burning sensation through Tang Lanyan, causing her to moan uncontrollably.
"Mmm…ah…!"
Suddenly, Tang Lanyan felt her nipple being gently sucked, her desperate resistance seeming to crumble at the last straw.
Her body suddenly relaxed, her two jade-like legs once again spread completely apart. These beautiful legs were so slender and graceful; their sudden opening resembled a peacock spreading its tail feathers, perfect and breathtaking.
Tang Lanyan lowered her head, resting it on another pair of long, slender thighs.
She turned her head and saw her younger sister, Zhao Ziran.
A beauty like white porcelain, with long, shapely thighs, a slender waist, and full, firm breasts. Between her thighs were two luscious, moist labia, the snow-white mound of flesh forming an alluring triangle from her lower abdomen.
Her figure was soft and voluptuous yet without any excess fat. Although her body shape was quite different from Tang Lanyan's, they were remarkably similar in many ways.
Her arms were covered with sparse, thin pubic hair, barely the size of a fingertip, forming an inverted triangle.
Zhao Ziran leaned down, slightly shaking her head at her sister Tang Lanyan, her beautiful eyes fixed on her for a moment, without saying a word.
Tang Lanyan seemed to suddenly calm down. The ancients spoke of a telepathic connection, but who knew that this wasn't limited to lovers? Close relatives, especially sisters who spent every day together, shared a deep bond and had an excellent understanding, were particularly prone to developing such a tacit understanding.
Born together, the innocent twins were often believed to possess a wondrous telepathic connection, precisely because of this.
It was only when irreparable differences and estrangements arose as they grew up that this feeling disappeared.
Zhao Zhiran reached out and caressed Tang Lanyan's pert nipple, gently pinching and kneading the small, rosy bud.
"Ah~"
Tang Lanyan arched her back slightly, letting out a soft, cat-like moan.
Zhao Zhiran gently pushed Luo Shaowen away with her other hand, and he chuckled, lying down directly. His thick, erect penis stood erect, menacing and throbbing, seemingly a signal of challenge.
"Sister…" Zhao Zhiran pulled Tang Lanyan up, whispering softly in her ear, "Let's defeat him together."
The beauty's words were gentle and alluring, seemingly a double entendre, carrying a hidden meaning.
But the faint trace of confusion in Tang Lanyan's eyes vanished… replaced by a resolute desire to win.
Tang Lanyan moved to Luo Shaowen's crotch, her incredibly long, jade-like legs straddling him as she squatted down. Her thigh muscles bulged slightly, making her parted buttocks appear even thicker, firmer, fuller, and rounder than a basketball.
Her two thick, plump labia, like ripe orchid petals, parted beneath the large, blunt-tipped glans, almost like goose eggs. The thick labia, like sticky fat, completely enveloped the tip of the glans even before entering the thin opening.
Like a biting clam.
As it entered, penetrating the vaginal opening like tightly folded, freshly picked seaweed leaves, even the erect, swollen glans was noticeably squeezed and contracted.
The extreme tightness, so intense it seemed to suck at the marrow and bone, almost tearing the soul from the body, enveloped him as it descended. The strong, vibrant vaginal muscles writhed and gripped, layer upon layer, an incredibly dense and intricate network of flesh, biting and sucking relentlessly, accompanied by an unparalleled stickiness and wetness.
With a "squeak," he sat down completely.
"Hiss…!" Luo Shaowen couldn't help but hiss, his anus tightening, letting out a long hiss.
Tang Lanyan arched her neck, the muscles from her neck to her buttocks undulating like water, her thigh muscles bulging, her entire beautiful, slender, and shapely body, like a female leopard, rising and falling.
His buttocks clenched and taut, like a full moon. As he lifted, the penis was almost stretched slightly longer, the tightly clenched, tender vulva parting and opening, the layers of fresh, tender flesh, like blooming sea lilies, sucking so tightly.
The heavy constriction stretched him almost transparently, as if Luo Shaowen's entire lower body was being lifted slightly by the grip. From the base of the penis upwards, a thin, fine, white fluid remained wherever the honeyed orifice passed.
"Smack!"
His round, plump, and firm buttocks slammed down, the elastic flesh trembling and shaking. The waves of his buttocks were smaller than those of a woman with the same amount of flesh, but because his buttocks were much firmer and rounder, and more resilient, the waves had a great weight to them, even hitting his thighs, a dazzling and exhausting sight.
*Smack!*
A massive, erect penis suddenly appeared from beneath her buttocks, then was deeply seated by her firm, plump buttocks, almost completely plunging in.
Suddenly, Tang Lanyan's legs trembled, her delicate, pink toes rising on tiptoe, while her arms pushed back, her large, full breasts, pert like wasp bellies, almost pointing skyward, her slender waist arching gracefully.
Her round, pert buttocks rose to the tip of the penis, her plump labia biting the glans, tracing concentric circles with her vaginal opening as her slender waist and large buttocks swayed.
Her powerful vaginal muscles wriggled, bit, sucked, and squeezed the large glans from various angles, each pinch and release giving the almost fatal feeling of the glans being twisted off alive.
"Ah... truly worthy of the title 'War Queen'." Luo Shaowen exhaled hot breath, his entire body tense, his heart feeling as if it would burst from his chest. This intense physical confrontation made him feel his pure Yang heart constantly releasing heat, like a vast sun.
Tang Lanyan's pretty face was also flushed, her thick, black, silky hair cascading down, swaying in the air.
A few strands of wet hair clung to her ears and the corners of her mouth, seemingly emphasizing her disheveled beauty. The heat and throbbing emanating from Luo Shaowen's body were so similar to his subtle movements that she found it increasingly difficult to resist, her climax imminent.