For centuries, that loneliness had been eating at her, forcing her to seek peace in her monthly wine-drinking ritual. Over time, coldness became second nature, but still, the weight of loneliness remained—increasing as the years went by.
Now a monster in the eyes of all she cared for, Zi Yao felt as if the weight of the world had crashed on her soul, making her plummet into the abysses of despair.
Not many relished being monsters. Zi Yao didn’t, and even before he unlocked his latest demonic bloodlines, Xinzi had seen hints of that. Now that his main heart had gone through the Heart and Blood-Shifter upgrades, more than ever, Xinzi saw through all of Zi Yao’s weaknesses, using them to create this moment.
As she held on to his neck, tears streamed down Zi Yao’s cheeks, yet, her body relaxed—finding warmth and support in Xinzi’s arms.
Avoiding brisk moves, Xinzi gently stroked the matriarch’s back. Her heart grew weak, and she pulled back, staring at our monk with sparkling red eyes.
Warmth, at this precise moment, love and warmth were all that Zi Yao’s heart craved: the reassurance that the previous illusions and Guang Fanghu’s words wouldn’t deny her the right of being loved. Her body called upon Xinzi, unleashing sweet pheromones that teased his male instincts. Xinzi latched onto the opportunity, lifting Zi Yao’s chin, before pulling her lips towards his.
In a slow, sensual kiss, their lips connected. First, they tasted one another, then their lips spread apart, letting their tongues hook up and their faces mesh in a more carnal embrace. Zi Yao’s brain shut down, and her hands reached for Xinzi cheeks, dragging him into ardent smooching. Their bodies smoldered in one another’s grasp, the temperature rising as their tongues met and coiled.
As soon as Zi Yao’s hands tightened on his cheeks, Xinzi knew that he’d won. The matriarch’s voluminous breasts pressed against his chest. Her snake tail reverted to human legs, legs that turned moist as love juice dripped out of Zi Yao’s slit, trickling onto the ground. Xinzi’s knee pressed between Zi Yao’s thigh, spreading them just enough to move up to her crotch and stroke her moistening slit.
”Mhm!” Zi Yao’s hourglass figure trembled against Xinzi, her moans muffled in our monk’s mouth as her clit hardened at his touch. Unwilling to lose momentum, Xinzi wrapped his left arm around Zi Yao’s waist, just above her round, toned butt. His right hand stroked her lustrous trailing hair, and he pushed on the matriarch, guiding her towards the ground.
With his lips still glued to Zi Yao’s, Xinzi moved his left hand between her thighs, stroking her nerves and flesh as he moved onto her cunt. Our monk’s thumb pressed Zi Yao’s clit, gently pushing, rubbing and pressing while his middle finger brushed her soft walls, preparing them for the plowing to come.
Zi Yao’s thighs trembled at the finger-intrusion, her knees jerking up and down, but her legs spreading to give Xinzi better access to her leaking pussy. First, the finger mapped the flesh tunnels, rotating in Zi Yao’s walls while probing in and out. Then it stopped on the upper regions—stroking the matriarch’s upper walls to connect to the thumb that still pressed her hardened clit.
Teased on two fronts, Zi Yao’s eyes glazed over, her body shaking in a toe-curling orgasm. Xinzi was just getting started. The Blissful Extinction Art kicked in, setting the two bodies ablaze with coiling tongues of torrential yang flames.
With the environmental support of Night Flower City, 100 Night Flowers and the Immortal Xue Jingzhao to practice on, Xinzi’s mastery of the Blissful Extinction Art had reached a consummate level, surpassing even the best of Taiyang elders. The golden yang flames fused with our monk’s flesh, turning his Harmonious Duality Physique into a transcendent Divine Constitution: the Tyrannical Solar Dragon Physique.
Golden flame runes rolled out of Xinzi’s lustrous flesh, filling Zi Yao’s body, and making her skin flush as her nerves and senses got heightened past all imaginable limits. The primitive roar of a Solar Dragon echoed from Xinzi’s chest, making Zi Yao’s heart drum frantically. Here, our monk broke the kiss, moving down to Zi Yao’s voluminous tits, and pressing his tongue on her nipples that stood erect as if trying to fill his mouth with milk.
With his hand still fondling the cunt and clit, Xinzi sucked on Zi Yao’s mountain peaks, stopping the fingering long enough to get a good feel of the matriarch’s tits in his large hands.
”Ahh…ahh…ooh!” At first, Zi Yao’s hands flopped on the sides, her body surrendering and letting Xinzi do with her as he pleased. But soon, the stimulation proved too strong to resist, Zi Yao’s eyes rolled up and down, her arms wrapping around Xinzi’s head and pressing his face into the voluminous breasts.
Amused, Xinzi broke free, unbuckled his pants, and released his cock that stood erect like a tall mast of meat—towering above Zi Yao. In control, Xinzi flapped his cock over Zi Yao’s lips, tempting her with overpowering pheromones.
The matriarch’s elongated tongue snuck out, lubricating her breast with one demonic-snake-tongue flick, before teasing the tip of Xinzi’s meat. With no guidance, Zi Yao pulled Xinzi’s meat-stick between her breasts, massaging the shaft and pulsing veins between her mountain peaks while her tongue still pressed on the tip, tasting the precum that dripped into her mouth.
”Ohh…” Xinzi thrust up and down, his cock sliding across Zi Yao’s skin and poking at her lips. For a moment, the matriarch avoided eye contact, both focused on the meat and subconsciously ashamed of holding Xinzi’s gaze. With masterful dexterity, Zi Yao’s tongue coiled around Xinzi’s shaft, bobbing up and down and stopping—tightening like a vise-grip—on the underside.
”Oh…oohh!” Here, Zi Yao opened wide and lowered her head, folding her lips on Xinzi’s gland and sucking his meat into her throat. The stimulation overwhelmed our monk’s cock. The shaft tensed up, unleashing a warm load of copious spunk into Zi Yao’s mouth.
Her throat filled up, and her cheeks puffed out. Still, with one gulp, the matriarch swallowed it all—light-blue yin flames rising from her eyes and skin as she lifted her chin, gazing into Xinzi’s eyes.
Xinzi’s cock didn’t soften, and for a moment the two stared at one another. Zi Yao’s heart drummed even faster, and she reached for Xinzi’s collar, ripping his monastic robe apart so she could place her hand on his chest and see…if his heart beat as fast as hers did.
It remained level. A slow and powerful beat that gave Zi Yao the misconception that one prehistoric predator had her pinned down, only waiting for her to lower her guard before wreaking havoc in her lewd hole.