Aromatic Flesh

Chapter 111.1: Demon Sect Leader’s Holy Maiden Concubine (3)

The air was filled with the gentle and distant fragrance of lotus flowers blending with the rich and intense scent of musk. Gu MingYue’s attention was entirely focused on the colossal invader between her lips, the forceful and unyielding grip holding her head, and the prickling sensation from coarse facial hair against her face. The massive tip penetrated deep into her throat, carrying a strong, salty flavour that triggered waves of nausea.

Jia Ling leaned on the railing, towering over the woman seated on the deck, making her look even smaller in comparison. His lower garments were wide open, exposing a crimson, menacing shaft that occasionally teased the delicate cherry lips. It glistened with clear liquid, forming sticky strands that gathered into a translucent droplet on her alluring chin before slowly descending onto her fair, undulating bosom – an obscenely captivating sight.

Gu MingYue’s hair was in disarray, with black strands sticking haphazardly to her flushed cheeks. She felt as though she were suffocating with each thrust, her mouth’s corner threatened to tear and her throat felt like it was being pierced. Her face was tightly pressed against his lower abdomen, tangled in his unruly tufts of hair, and her mouth and nose were blocked. Despite her desperate attempts to resist by pushing against his hips, her struggle seemed as futile as an ant against a giant tree in his eyes.

“En… Use your tongue… E…En…”

Jia Ling’s eyes, half-closed, showed a glimpse of desire in their corners. His starry gaze was slightly narrowed, creating ripples of passion. His lips, moist and tender like newly bloomed rose petals, curved into a subtle, alluring smile, releasing a fragrant breath akin to orchids.

Meanwhile, Gu MingYue began to feel the disorienting sensation of her brain lacking oxygen. The buzzing in her ears grew louder, and her body seemed to lose strength, slipping away like grains of sand. Her hands, which had been resisting, now hung weakly by her sides. If not for the man holding her head and pinning her against the railing, utterly powerless, she would have long since slumped to the ground.

Tears of discomfort streamed down her beautiful face, and just as Gu MingYue thought she might suffocate, the powerful shaft suddenly throbbed vigorously within her mouth. Immediately after that, it released a thick, sticky, and slippery white fluid. The man, gripping the back of her head, forcefully poured it into her mouth. Then, he pulled away from her face as it continued to ejaculate pungent and milky semen, blurring her vision as it clung to her long, delicate eyelashes.

The woman’s face and bosom were adorned with scattered specks of thick, white liquid. A trickle of hot semen seeped from the corner of her slightly open mouth, winding down her porcelain-white, slender neck, and converging between her alabaster peaks.

Without the strength even to cry, Gu MingYue sat between the man and the railing, her gaze devoid of focus. There was no need for feigned ignorance; she had been mercilessly reduced to a lifeless, vacant expression.

“Tsk, so easily broken.” Jia Ling’s eyes held a sadistic pleasure, his pupils gleaming with an unusual light, and as he relieved some of his desires, his face became increasingly handsome, transcending earthly beauty, resembling both an angel and a demon.

The man bent down, getting close to her ear, and chuckled lightly, his cruel words dripping with keen malice as they flowed from his icy, thin lips: “QingHui… You better hold on the best you can, because I haven’t had enough fun yet…”

Her body was rudely pulled up by the man, facing the pillar. The delicate peaks of her breasts pressed intimately against the cold, damp surface of the red lacquered pillar. A barely noticeable layer of fine goosebumps appeared on her soft, silky skin, as the mountain breeze blew, sending shivers down her spine.

Gu MingYue clung to the pillar like a drowning person clutching a lifeline. Her upper body was exposed, and her lower half was bare. Her exquisite and colourful twelve-layered skirt was torn away by the man, discarded like trash at their feet.

Her waist was then lifted and supported by the man’s muscular and powerful arms, while the height difference between them left her lower body suspended in mid-air, neither up nor down.

Her legs were spread apart due to his movements, completely open and vulnerable for his taking.

Jia Ling’s icy palm was firmly positioned between the tender and delicate petals of the woman’s most intimate place. With his callous-filled fingertips, he teased the tiny pearls nestled within her folds, applying pressure and rolling them gently. Every now and then, he would lightly tug at the smooth, delicate flesh, indulging himself as he played with this sensitive part of the woman’s body that was within the grasp of his hand.

“A…Ah… E…En… A…Ahh……” Weak and feeble moans, tinged with the huskiness of desire, escaped from between the woman’s plump and rosy lips. Her intermittent and melodic murmurs, faint and ethereal, carried a seductive power that tantalized the senses of anyone who fell ears to it.

With her arms tightly wrapped around the pillar in front of her, Gu MingYue’s dark eyebrows furrowed, and her starry eyes glistened. Her chest heaved vigorously, while her rapid and disordered gasps did nothing to conceal the juicy, stirring sounds between her petals. Copious amounts of lustful nectar, manipulated by the man’s lewd actions, rushed down from the depths of her passage, washing over the skin on either side of her thighs.

With just a flick of his fingers, Jia Ling effortlessly lifted the woman’s sensations to a heavenly realm of exquisite pleasure. However, right when she was on the verge of losing control, he deliberately stopped as he savoured the sight of the beautiful form desperately clenching onto his fingers while swaying her hips in a desperate attempt to find relief.

Got covid a while back, then was super busy with wedding planningggggg!!! I missed having time to translate 🥺🥺

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