Terror filled the Black man's eyes. This was the true "Warrior Queen"—a far cry from the passive figure she had been moments ago. It was a raw, life-or-death struggle of the flesh, leaving the enemy not even a shred of room to catch his breath. Her firm, round buttocks slammed down once more; the Black man's eyes rolled back in his head as a wave of intense pleasure left his mind completely blank.
"Hnnngh...!"
With his eyes squeezed shut, a wheezing, guttural sound escaped his throat. The pleasure surged past the threshold yet continued to mount endlessly; his spine trembled, sending a tingling, melting sensation all the way to his brain.
It was nothing short of pure, soul-shattering ecstasy.
Though the Black man had already lost consciousness, his thick, dark cock was trembling violently and uncontrollably. Rock-hard and spasming, it had reached the absolute peak of hardness—stiff as a thick, red-hot iron rod.
His semen was poised to erupt, surging up the vas deferens in wave after wave; yet, due to the extreme rigidity of his cock and the unparalleled tightness of her honey-drenched slit, the fluid was momentarily held back, unable to burst forth immediately.
Instead, the pressure built until the semen felt almost solid, causing the shaft of his cock to swell visibly. Had he been awake, the sheer intensity of that impending, explosive fullness might well have caused him to black out all over again!
Had it erupted then, it would have instantly flooded Tang Lanyan's entire pussy.
But just as the climax was about to break, Tang Lanyan suddenly lifted her incredibly long, shapely leg. She withdrew, pulling her plump, succulent flesh away from his dark cock—which was slick with a coating of pearly, viscous fluid. Her thick, tender labia stretched and flared open, revealing the glistening, pink inner flesh, while the massive head of his cock snagged briefly at the entrance.
With a wet *pop*, it suddenly slid free.
Erect to the point of rigidity, the cock stood pointing stiffly skyward—as if still embedded within her—twitching and spasming violently. The urethral opening flared wide, and a jet of semen—so thick and white it looked almost solid—shot out in a powerful spray. The semen seemed incredibly concentrated—scalding hot and viscous—shooting straight up into the air in a stream nearly half a meter long that held together in an unbroken arc.
Then came jet after jet, spraying wildly as the massive cock thrashed about; the very air seemed thick with the pungent, musky, and heated scent of semen.
One could only imagine: if that stream of thick fluid were allowed to spray unchecked right against the core of her flower, who could guarantee it wouldn't find its way inside?
Tang Lanyan's soft breasts heaved and her nipples quivered as she panted heavily; meanwhile, the Black man beneath her had rolled his eyes back and briefly lost consciousness.
Although Tang Lanyan appeared physically drained, the other men were undeterred by the Black man's fate; having witnessed such a dazzling, erotic spectacle, they were only more eager to take their turn.
A lean, wiry Southeast Asian man and a tall, burly white man stepped forward, lunging at Tang Lanyan simultaneously.
At the same time, the others began closing in on her step by step.
With white cloth wrapped around his hands and feet, the Southeast Asian man leaped like an ape, throwing a straight punch at Tang Lanyan, while the tall white man moved to grab her waist from behind.
She sidestepped the Southeast Asian man's attack, simultaneously swinging up a long, shapely leg; the soft, lush flesh revealed at the top of her thigh glistened with an alluring sheen of moisture.
*Whoosh!*
A slender, snow-white blur flashed past, striking the burly white man heavily on the back of his neck. He slumped instantly, yet his resilience was extraordinary; ignoring the blow, he recklessly lunged to wrap his arms around Tang Lanyan's waist.
Tang Lanyan spun again, sweeping her long leg upward. The sole of her foot—smooth and fair as if dusted with powder—slammed into the white man's chin. As she turned slightly, her ample bosom swayed; her legs extended into a near-perfect straight line, launching the massive, nearly 200-kilogram giant several meters into the air.
Since the chin is a vulnerable point connected to the trigeminal nerve—making it a prime spot to induce unconsciousness—the giant hit the ground with a heavy thud and immediately went still.
However, the Southeast Asian fighter remained relentless. He adopted a Muay Thai stance and exchanged a few blows with Tang Lanyan, seemingly maneuvering to force her toward the spot where the white man had fallen.
Tang Lanyan quickly realized his intent. She pressed the attack, driving him back as her voluptuous bust swayed with the movement.
The Southeast Asian fighter, now desperate, shielded his head with his arms and charged at Tang Lanyan like an ape.
She stepped back slightly, planting her left leg forward while extending her right leg back for leverage. Her slender waist arched deeply and her shapely buttocks lifted, creating a taut, powerful curve of rippling muscle. Simultaneously, she activated her ability; a faint, multicolored radiance shimmered across her snow-white skin as she met the enemy's charge head-on with her arms.
*Bang!*
The Southeast Asian fighter was also an "Enhancement-type" superhuman. Their collision rang out with the resonance of a massive temple bell. Yet, even if her ability were suppressed, the fundamental nature of Tang Lanyan's power—a Level 5 "Diamond Body"—far surpassed that of ordinary superhumans. The Southeast Asian man shuddered as his forward momentum was abruptly halted; Tang Lanyan's hands moved with fluid, dazzling grace to seize his arms. As she twisted her slender waist—revealing the rippling, graceful musculature of her ribcage—her full, high, and voluptuous breasts bounced vigorously with the motion, while the sheen of perspiration on her skin made her lovely body gleam as smooth and lustrous as satin.
She looked every bit the invincible Valkyrie.
Just as she was about to hurl the man backward over her head, Tang Lanyan felt a sudden heat in her lower abdomen. A strange, melting sensation of weakness spread through her, draining her strength entirely and causing her movements to falter.
The quick-witted man seized the opportunity; he grabbed her shapely arms and threw her off balance.
"Ah!"
Tang Lanyan's long, beautiful body crashed to the ground. Her legs splayed open, revealing the glistening, slick wetness between her thighs—a stream of fluid even welled up and spilled from her intimate opening.
It turned out that the mysterious entity deep within her abdomen—which periodically drained her vitality—had flared up again due to her use of supernatural power. With her balance gone, the Southeast Asian man pounced on top of her.
The two tumbled together across the ground. The man was a renowned Thai martial artist, a master of joint locks and Muay Thai; amidst the rolling, and taking advantage of Tang Lanyan's sudden weakness, he maneuvered himself into a dominant position.