Before she could even fully swallow the mouthful of scalding, hot essence from Mo Xingyun, his thick, massive manhood – still retaining some of its rigidity and formidable presence after its extreme eruption – was violently ejected from her mouth by an uncontrollable, immense recoil. The remaining strands of viscous, white fluid then sprayed out wantonly, like a goddess scattering flowers, all over her stunningly beautiful, exquisitely alluring face and the snowy white, smooth, fragrant flesh of her ample bosom. The fluid glistened with a crystalline sheen, creating a scene of utmost debauchery.
The Demon Queen's voluptuous body trembled slightly from the sudden, hot impact of the semen. A low, soft moan escaped her throat. Her eyes, hazy with desire, were half-lidded as she gazed at Mo Xingyun's handsome face, contorted in the throes of climax. A corner of her mouth curled into a smile so bewitching and soul-stealing it could topple nations.
Her warm, wet mouth tightly enveloped the still-spurting member, her tongue deftly circling the coronal ridge and the slit, swallowing every single drop of his essence. Her throat contracted slightly with soft, light glug sounds. The act of swallowing was both elegant and obscene. The thick semen mixed with her saliva, creating a faint, metallic-sweet taste in her mouth. It moistened her red lips, and a few drops dripped onto her full breasts, mingling with their milky fragrance and exuding an aura of pure debauchery.
The Demon Queen slowly released her cherry-like lips, allowing the still proud and erect, monstrous object, coated in her saliva and residual semen, to slide out from between them with a soft pop. She extended her pink, fragrant tongue, gently licking her own full, red lips, which were painted with bright lipstick. She rolled the remaining fluid from the corners of her mouth onto her tongue, licking them completely clean.
"Hehehe... My dear Xing'er... Your... tuition... is paid... so promptly and generously. The taste... hmm... is not bad at all..."
Her jade-like hand gently grasped Mo Xingyun's slightly trembling manhood, her fingertips deftly stroking the vein-ridged shaft. She lowered her head and, using her soft, wet, clove-like tongue, began to meticulously clean and lick it. Her tongue started at the slit on the tip of the glans, lightly sweeping over the sensitive flesh, curling away the residual semen and fluids. The soft surface of her tongue enveloped the head, making soft zizi sounds. She licked gently and delicately, the tip of her tongue slowly sliding along the contour of the coronal ridge, cleaning every inch of the flesh stained with semen.
Then, her fragrant tongue followed the veins down the shaft, licking all the way to the base, even venturing to his two full testicles. The tip of her tongue lightly scraped against them, sending waves of tingling, numbing aftershocks through him. Her red lips kissed the shaft, leaving behind wet lip marks. The lipstick-coated lips rubbed against the manhood, shining with a brilliant red luster.
Mo Xingyun trembled all over from the stimulation of this gentle yet debauched cleaning. His member, still sensitive from his recent climax, made him emit low groans from his throat with every lick. His legs trembled slightly, and he could barely stand. He stared at the Demon Queen's stunningly beautiful face, flushed with an intoxicating blush from her arousal, and at her full breasts, which rose and fell with her breath, creating waves of creamy flesh. His entire being seemed to still be immersed in the ultimate pleasure from moments before.
Having finished cleaning, the Demon Queen slowly straightened up. Her voluptuous body still trembled slightly, and her plump buttocks swayed with the motion, the flesh quivering. She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the lingering lustful thoughts and aftershocks within her. The bewitching smile on her beautiful face gradually faded, replaced by an air of lofty majesty. She turned her head and called out coldly towards the hall entrance: "Let him in!"
Then, she turned to look at Mo Xingyun, who was still kneeling on the ground, his clothes in disarray, with faint, murky white stains of semen on his crotch, and his expression utterly disheveled. Her eyes were filled with doting affection and tenderness. She extended her jade-like hand, gently caressing Mo Xingyun's handsome face. Her slender fingers softly stroked his cheek as she said:
"My dear Xing'er, what happened today ends here. You may leave now. Remember, you are not to speak of what just happened to anyone, including your useless junior brothers. As for the mission to seduce Wei Miaoshu... Hmph, judging by your impatient performance earlier, I suppose I don't need to waste any more breath instructing you. See to it yourself... You must firmly grasp that little girl's heart and body for me! And if you can bring back some useful intelligence from the Immortal Palace, I... will naturally not let your efforts go unrewarded."
Mo Xingyun was already utterly exhausted and his spirit in disarray. How could he dare to be the least bit defiant? He could only feel that the Demon Queen's unique, mature womanly fragrance, mixed with the scent of his own semen, had formed an even more debauched, soul-snatching strange aroma. It made him feel an even stronger, complex emotion of intertwined desire and love for this capricious yet fatally enchanting, peerless demoness before him.
He knew that after today's shockingly explicit "hands-on teaching," the relationship between them had long surpassed that of a normal master-disciple or superior-subordinate. He had a faint feeling that one day, he would press this lofty Holy Mother beneath him and let her have a real taste of the true power of his "big guy"!
He propped up his weak legs and climbed to his feet. He haphazardly straightened his clothes, which were already a mess, not even bothering to wipe away the sweat or the incriminating "evidence" the Demon Queen had left on his body. He bowed deeply to the Demon Queen, his voice tinged with an irrepressible hoarseness and respect: "Xing'er... will obey the Holy Mother's decree! I will not fail your expectations!"
With that, he turned and fled, leaving with quick steps as if escaping for his life.
The Demon Queen watched Mo Xingyun's slightly disheveled and panicked figure disappear beyond the hall doors, and a corner of her mouth couldn't help but curl into a triumphant, bewitching smile. She extended her pink, fragrant tongue, gently licking her full, red lips, which still carried a faint trace of Mo Xingyun's essence. A chilling, demonic light flickered in her enchanting eyes.
A moment later, she slowly retracted the seductive expression from her face, and her eyes gradually returned to their usual cold and majesty. She calmly took a brand new palace gown from a nearby clothing rack. It was also made of black gauze, but its style was more dignified and noble. She began to change into it, unhurriedly.
Soon, when the withered, hunched figure of the Old Ancestor Xie Mo appeared as silently as a ghost at the entrance to the Evil Moon Hall, the Demon Queen Yin Luoyan had already resumed the demeanor of the lofty, graceful, and naturally bewitching leader of the Demonic Sect.
"Old Ancestor, for you to visit so late, what important matter brings you here?" The Demon Queen's voice was still as sweet and charming as ever.
On the old face hidden beneath the shadow of the cowl, no expression could be discerned. He used his hoarse, dry voice, like the friction of dead wood, to slowly say: "Holy Mother. This old one has just received a secret report. Wei Wuyin of the Tianxing Immortal Palace seems to have detected our intention to ally with the Wetuo of the Northern Frontier. And... he is preparing to personally lead the masters of the Immortal Palace south to the Qiyan Palace, intending to thwart our plan."
Hearing this, a sharp light flashed in the Demon Queen's beautiful eyes, and a cold smile appeared on her lips. "Oh? That old bastard Wei Wuyin still has some backbone, daring to make a personal appearance? Hmph, he refuses to take the path to heaven, but insists on breaking into hell himself! This is a perfect opportunity to inflict a heavy blow on him, or even... to eliminate him for good!"
"The Holy Mother is wise." Old Ancestor Xie Mo bowed slightly and continued, "Besides this, this old one has one other matter to report... The woman that this old one imprisoned in the Underworld Lock Prison at the bottom of the lake some time ago... seems to have been rescued. The prison's restrictions were forcibly broken by an external force. Now, the place is empty, and her whereabouts are unknown."
Hearing this, the Demon Queen Yin Luoyan's willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly. After a moment, she snorted lightly, her tone filled with disdain and contempt: "Oh, that old woman who was useless except for having a bit of beauty? If she ran, then she ran. A waste who couldn't even control her own destiny. She can't stir up any trouble. If she has the ability to escape, it's her own good fortune. Old Ancestor, you need not concern yourself with this matter."
The brow hidden under Old Ancestor Xie Mo's cowl seemed to furrow slightly. He said in a deep voice, "Holy Mother, this woman... her identity is special. The bloodline within her... is no ordinary matter. If it falls into the hands of villains, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will cause some unnecessary trouble for our sect's grand plan."
"Trouble?" The Demon Queen let out a dismissive, charming laugh. She extended her jade-like hand, gently toying with a strand of her black hair that had fallen by her chest. She glanced at Old Ancestor Xie Mo with hazy eyes. "Old Ancestor, you are worrying too much. What can an old woman who has been imprisoned for a millennium and whose heart has long since turned to ash possibly do? Besides, her cultivation has probably been worn away by you by now, hasn't it? If she truly dares to become my enemy, I... wouldn't mind personally sending her on her way, granting her eternal release."
Old Ancestor Xie Mo was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more, but it finally turned into an imperceptible sigh. He said hoarsely, "Since the Holy Mother has already decided, this old one will, of course, obey. However... I will still secretly send people to track her down, just in case."
"As you wish." The Demon Queen waved her hand lazily, seemingly having lost interest in the topic.
Seeing this, Old Ancestor Xie Mo said no more. After bowing again, his figure slowly retreated into the shadows and finally disappeared, as if he had never been there.
The great hall fell silent once more.
The Demon Queen's enchanting eyes swept in the direction the old ancestor had disappeared, a cold, dismissive smile playing on her lips. She, of course, knew that the old thing was not to be trusted, but as long as they still shared common interests, this old dog could still be of temporary use.
Her patience was reserved more for the "little wolfhound" she had raised herself.
"Ghost Crow, come here."
Her red lips parted slightly. Her voice was not loud, yet it seemed to possess a certain magic, clearly reaching every corner of the vast, empty palace.
As soon as her voice fell, a slender figure emerged silently from the shadows behind a massive, black jade pillar in the hall, like a phantom.
The man appeared to be of some age, with a tall but hunched build and a gaunt face. His skin was like a sun-dried orange peel, covered in deep wrinkles. The most eerie thing was the stiff, strange smile on his face, which, combined with his eyes, sunken in their sockets and flickering like ghostly fire, sent chills down one's spine.
He wore a well-tailored black robe, with complex dragon and phoenix patterns embroidered in gold thread on the lapel and cuffs. But these totems, which should have symbolized auspiciousness, were designed to be twisted and ferocious on him, exuding an extremely sinister aura.
Ghost Crow walked to a spot a few steps from the throne, knelt on one knee, and buried his head deeply. His voice was hoarse. "Greetings, Holy Mother. What are your orders?"
The Demon Queen extended her long, beautiful leg, clad in a black gartered silk stocking. The hem of her black gauze long gown slid down like flowing water, all the way to the root of her thigh. Her full thigh was incredibly fleshy. Following the curve of her round thigh upwards, one could vaguely see the outline of her large, perky, peach-like buttocks, slightly deformed as they were pressed against the black silk of the chair. She used the toe of her shoe, which glinted with a cold light, to gently hook Ghost Crow's chin, forcing him to raise his head and meet her gaze.
"My little wolfhound seems to be developing some thoughts he shouldn't have," the Demon Queen said in a cloying voice, though her eyes flashed with a cold light. "I'm feeling a bit uneasy..."
From this angle, Ghost Crow had a perfect view of the enchanting scenery between the legs of this stunningly beautiful, sultry seductress before him. But his strange, smiling face showed no change, as if he saw nothing. He just said in a hoarse voice, "The Holy Mother means..."
The Demon Queen said coldly, "Go and watch him."
Ghost Crow's stiff smile seemed to deepen a little, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth. "Ghost Crow understands."
He kowtowed respectfully, and then his entire body seemed to melt into a boneless puddle of mud, silently merging into the shadows on the floor and disappearing in an instant without a trace.
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