His eyes suddenly widened. His cock didn't slide deep inside as he had imagined; the moment the glans forced its way into the opening, he felt a series of overlapping, concentric folds—resembling the tentacles of a sea anemone—closing in to tightly embrace him. The head of his cock went instantly numb as it sank into that tight, slick, and fleshy embrace; the intricate, concentric folds—driven by the powerful, undulating vaginal muscles—clamped down and gnawed at him like countless tiny mouths, the sensation of their suction and constriction incredibly intense.
It felt as though the folds were trying to twist the head right off; in the blink of an eye, the friction threatened to strip away the very skin of his glans. A dizzying cocktail of sensations—aching, tingling, numbness, and sheer ecstasy—washed over him, delivering pleasure beyond imagination.
"Oh no... I'm going to cum...!"
In that split second, the team member was nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure; the urge to ejaculate surged violently, causing even his sphincter to clench tight.
He shuddered and instinctively tried to pull out—cumming in seconds would be utterly humiliating. It wasn't that his sexual stamina was lacking; after all, every member of the Lan Yan Squad possessed the caliber of an elite soldier—collectively, they could subdue a Level 4 superhuman.
Their physical conditioning was top-tier, and their sexual stamina far surpassed that of ordinary men; they could easily stay hard and keep going for hours with the average woman.
But the "Battle Queen's" honey-pot was as unique as she was. Its internal structure was extraordinary—complex, overlapping folds reminiscent of clustered seaweed or the intricate, undulating tentacles of a sea anemone—combined with immense muscular strength and a wild, vibrant vitality.
Caught off guard and suddenly encountering Tang Lanyan's exquisite, peerless pussy, he simply couldn't hold back!
Yet, just as he attempted to withdraw, a pair of smooth, firm, and powerful legs suddenly wrapped tightly around his waist, plunging his cock—already on the brink of climax—back deep into that exquisite, tight embrace. The glans thrust deep into the vaginal canal, which was so tight and intimate it felt like solid flesh; there seemed to be no clear passage ahead, only layers of complex, tender folds that parted and brushed against the head of the cock. It didn't feel like a "tunnel" at all, but rather a cluster of concentric, slick, and incredibly tight folds of flesh pressing in from all sides.
As he forced his way in, those tender folds continued to grip and knead the length of his shaft, while the glans itself went numb with intense, tingling pleasure; the only reason he didn't ejaculate instantly was that his semen was still surging up the duct.
Trapped within Tang Lanyan's incredibly tight, muscular honey-hole, the semen seemed held back by the sheer force of her vaginal muscles.
"Ah... ah...!"
But the next moment, the team member's eyes rolled back, and his cock began to spasm violently beyond his control as waves of scorching semen surged through his vas deferens.
His cock felt as though it might burst; finally, the superheated, thick semen—compressed to the point of near-solidity—erupted in a violent spray.
The ejaculation lasted for what seemed like an age. His body went from rigid, trembling tension to sudden limpness as he slid backward, withdrawing his spent cock—now drained of almost every drop—from her tender depths. The plump, fleshy labia snapped shut immediately, revealing the intricate, wet, crimson folds at the entrance of her honey-hole.
Hardly a drop of semen leaked out.
Tang Lanyan stood up from the ground, her breasts heaving and a faint flush coloring her cheeks; a pool of semen remained deep within her, and a fresh heat began to stir in the depths of her lower belly.
Having not had a drop of water to drink, she turned her gaze toward the former team member lying on the ground—her expression a complex mix of emotions—before her eyes were drawn back to the thick, long cock between his legs, which remained stubbornly erect. She remembered the team member's name; in truth, while she was fiercely focused on combat, she was far from indifferent to her team or the bonds of comradeship.
This member possessed great potential, with physical attributes that ranked among the best in the squad; she had often sparred with him and knew him well. Yet, in the next instant, the trace of complex emotion in her beautiful eyes gave way to steely resolve—regardless of the past, he was now the enemy.
As a "Battle Queen"—a warrior akin to an Amazonian goddess—she was determined to triumph.
As for the team member, his earlier ejaculation had been premature, but his physique was superb and his vitality abundant; the intense, shudder-inducing pleasure had not yet fully faded, and his member—which had gone limp after climaxing—was now rising again, driven by sheer bodily instinct.
His massive cock stood erect in the air, as if refusing to accept its earlier defeat.
Tang Lanyan's gaze shifted subtly; she had never been one to shy away from unconventional tactics to secure victory. Back in the jungles of northern Myanmar, when the forest was sprayed with Agent Orange and their water and food supplies were tainted, she had even accepted a Black man's saliva to replenish her fluids.
During her captivity under Luo Shaowen, food had also been scarce; in fact, the majority of her sustenance had come from...
Sucking the cock alongside Zhiran was, of course, done for a reason; in her view, semen was simply another form of vital nutritional supply.
Just then, the team member let out a soft groan, appearing on the verge of waking. Tang Lanyan's eyes sharpened; she swiftly lifted one leg to plant her foot against his cheek while squatting on the other. With one hand, she pinned down a critical point on his chest, while the other grasped his rock-hard cock. She leaned forward slightly, arching her hips and causing her buttocks to protrude, looking exceptionally full and voluptuous.
She swept her slightly disheveled ponytail back, lowered her head, and latched her lips—shapely, lush, and full—onto the still-moist, massive glans. *Slurp... schlick!*