The sprawling, opulent master chamber within the most secure, frost-warded sector of Crimson Zenith City was currently drowning in a heavy, suffocating atmosphere of pure, unadulterated carnal indulgence. The air was thick with the overpowering scent of blooming spirit-orchids, mingled seamlessly with the sharp, intoxicating musk of sweat and feminine arousal. The massive, circular bed, draped in ruined layers of white and gold silk, served as the chaotic battlefield for a marathon of flesh that had been raging continuously since the early hours of the evening.
Zhang Tian knelt in the center of the ruined bedding, his broad, heavily muscled chest heaving with a steady, rhythmic power. He possessed the terrifying, inexhaustible vitality of the Life Spirit Core, an internal engine that constantly flooded his meridians with boundless stamina, allowing him to bypass mortal fatigue entirely. His icy blue eyes, dark with a predatory, possessing hunger, were locked onto the breathtaking woman currently pinned beneath him.
Bibi Dong, the supreme, unapproachable Pontiff of the Spirit Hall, was a vision of absolute, beautiful devastation. Her usually flawless, terrifyingly stoic facade had been completely shattered, replaced by the soft, flushed expression of a woman utterly consumed by lust. Her long, lilac hair was a damp, tangled mess spread across the pillows. She lay on her back, her thick, curvy thighs pushed wide open and draped over Zhang Tian's strong forearms, completely exposing her soaking wet, light pink pussy to his relentless assault.
Zhang Tian drove his massive, rock-hard dick deep into her tight depths with a slow, agonizingly deep plunge. He didn't just fuck her; he made love to her with a dominant, overwhelming intensity that demanded her absolute surrender.
"Ahhh... Husband... yes," Bibi Dong moaned, her voice a sultry, melodic whisper that held no trace of her usual imperial authority. She reached up, her slender fingers tangling in his dark red hair, pulling his face down to meet hers.
Zhang Tian captured her lips in a deep, highly passionate kiss, his tongue sliding past her teeth to taste the sweet warmth of her mouth. He treated her with a rough, possessive gentleness, acknowledging her status as his cherished queen even while his lower half ruthlessly stretched her internal walls. As they kissed, his large hands released her thighs and moved upward, firmly grabbing her massive, heavy breasts. He squeezed the soft, overflowing flesh with a demanding pressure, his thumbs expertly flicking her stiff, dark pink nipples, drawing a sharp gasp into his mouth.
"You feel incredible, Dong'er," Zhang Tian murmured against her lips, pulling his hips back before sinking his thick shaft into her womb with a heavy, satisfying thud. "So incredibly tight and wet for your husband."
"Only for you... mmmph... I only belong to your cock," Bibi Dong babbled, her pink eyes hazy with ecstasy. Her inner walls clamped down furiously around his girth, milking him with a frantic, desperate heat. She was the absolute ruler of millions, yet beneath him, she reveled in being nothing more than his devoted, willing lover.
While the husband and wife shared this deep, romantic union in the center of the bed, the third occupant of the chamber was diligently, eagerly performing her designated role.
Hu Liena, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall and Bibi Dong's cherished disciple, was kneeling on the mattress right beside Zhang Tian's churning hips. She was completely naked, her incredibly voluptuous, fox-like figure glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Unlike Bibi Dong, who was treated with a dominant affection, Hu Liena knew her place in this specific dynamic. She was the designated slut, the beautiful, curvy toy brought in to serve and provide additional friction whenever her master demanded it. And she absolutely loved it.
Hu Liena leaned forward, her massive, heavy breasts swaying freely. She eagerly pressed her face against Zhang Tian's muscular thigh, her tongue darting out to lick the salty sweat from his skin. Her golden eyes were wide with desperate lust as she watched the thick, veiny base of his cock sliding in and out of her teacher's soaking wet pussy.
"Master..." Hu Liena whimpered, her hands dropping down to furiously rub her own swollen clitoris, her fingers slick with her own dripping juices. "Please... my pussy is aching so badly. Let Na'er serve your cock next. I want to feel how deep you can stretch me."
Zhang Tian broke the kiss with Bibi Dong, chuckling a low, dark sound that vibrated through the chamber. He didn't look at the begging blonde fox immediately. He delivered three rapid, brutal thrusts into Bibi Dong, striking her cervix repeatedly until the Supreme Pontiff arched her spine, crying out in a beautiful, shivering climax.
As Bibi Dong's pussy spasmed wildly around him, Zhang Tian pulled out with a loud, wet popping sound. A thick string of clear fluids connected his glinting tip to her entrance for a fleeting second before snapping. Bibi Dong collapsed back onto the pillows, panting heavily, a lazy, profoundly satisfied smile stretching across her mature face.
Zhang Tian didn't miss a beat. He turned his imposing frame toward the kneeling Hu Liena. The romantic, attentive lover vanished in an instant, replaced entirely by the cold, ruthless tyrant who viewed her body as nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure.
He grabbed Hu Liena roughly by her blonde hair, hauling her forward until she was on all fours on the mattress.
"Present yourself, Na'er," Zhang Tian ordered coldly.
"Yes, Master!" Hu Liena squealed in delight, immediately sticking her wide, plush buttocks high into the air. She arched her back, offering her dripping wet, light pink entrance to him like a desperate animal in heat.
Zhang Tian didn't bother with any gentle preparation. He grabbed her curvy hips with bruising force, aligning his thick, saliva-and-juice-coated dick with her pussy, and drove himself to the hilt in one violent, running plunge.
SQUELCH!
"AHHHHHHH! YES!" Hu Liena screamed at the top of her lungs, her hands gripping the silk sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white.
He established a frantic, jackhammer rhythm instantly. He pounded her doggy-style with merciless, bone-rattling force, treating her like a cheap, disposable whore.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The incredibly loud, sharp sounds of his pelvis repeatedly colliding with her plush, curvaceous buttocks echoed like gunshots. With every brutal forward thrust, he raised his hand and delivered a heavy, stinging slap to her right cheek, leaving bright red handprints blooming across her pale skin.
"Take it all, you dirty slut," Zhang Tian growled, leaning forward to aggressively grab her dangling, massive breasts from behind, ruthlessly twisting her nipples. "Your teacher has already been filled, now it's your turn to be stretched open."
"Fuck me! Destroy your slut's pussy! Aaaaahn!" Hu Liena wailed, entirely losing her mind, her hips unconsciously bucking backward to meet his devastating thrusts.
Bibi Dong lay on her side, watching her disciple being violently, ruthlessly fucked by her husband. The Supreme Pontiff felt no jealousy; rather, the sight of Hu Liena being degraded so thoroughly sent a fresh spike of arousal straight to her own core. It reinforced her own elevated status. She reached out lazily, her fingers tracing the sweat on Zhang Tian's broad back as he pounded into the blonde fox.
Just as Zhang Tian was preparing to increase his pace and drive Hu Liena toward a shattering climax, the heavy, sex-drenched atmosphere of the physical world violently warped.
Without a single flicker of warning, Zhang Tian felt a massive, incredibly sharp tug on his mental force. It was not a hostile attack, but a deeply invasive, forceful extraction. The opulent bedchamber, the wet sounds of his thrusts, and the soft heat of the women's bodies vanished in an instant.
The physical world melted into a swirling, chaotic void, and Zhang Tian's consciousness was violently yanked across the metaphysical barrier, plunging directly into the deepest, darkest nexus of Bibi Dong's Spiritual Sea.
He materialized in his spiritual projection, his dark robes fluttering in the ethereal winds. The environment was a familiar, turbulent ocean of radiant holy light violently clashing with a suffocating, dark violet mist.
A fraction of a second later, a second projection materialized beside him. Bibi Dong appeared, her ethereal form still flushed and breathing heavily from their physical exertions. She shot a look of profound annoyance toward the swirling violet fog. Even within her own mind, she retained the haughty, imperious persona of the Supreme Pontiff, highly displeased at having her intimate time with her husband so rudely interrupted.
"What is the meaning of this abrupt intrusion?" Bibi Dong demanded, crossing her arms over her chest, her pink eyes narrowing sharply at the shadows. "Could you not wait an hour before dragging us into the mental plane?"
The thick, necrotic mist parted like a drawn curtain. The majestic, terrifying manifestation of the Rakshasa Goddess drifted forward. The dark deity did not bother with any pompous, grand introductions about the heavens above or the fate of the cosmos. Her glowing, sickly green eyes were hard, and her tone was incredibly blunt, stripped of its usual, sadistic mockery.
"I did not pull you here to discuss trivialities, boy," the Rakshasa Goddess stated plainly, floating directly in front of Zhang Tian. "The board in the God Realm has just shifted in a way that requires your immediate attention. Asura is panicking, and he is breaking the silent agreements."
Zhang Tian's icy blue eyes narrowed. He stood perfectly calm, his brilliant mind instantly shifting from carnal indulgence to ruthless strategic analysis. "Speak plainly, Goddess. What has the enforcer done?"
"He has officially passed down a God Position to your enemy," the Rakshasa Goddess revealed, her raspy voice echoing flatly across the spiritual waters. "Not to the boy undergoing the Sea God's trials, but to the broken hammer wielder. Tang Hao has just been formally accepted as the inheritor to the God of Slaughter."
The revelation struck the spiritual sea with the force of a physical blow. Bibi Dong gasped softly, her arms dropping to her sides.
Zhang Tian actually felt a genuine surge of profound surprise. His brow furrowed deeply. This specific development had absolutely never occurred in the original timeline he possessed knowledge of. Tang Hao, a man whose potential had been severely crippled by exploding his rings and burning his foundation, inheriting a God Position? It was a drastic, unprecedented deviation from the established fate.
"The God of Slaughter?" Zhang Tian murmured, his mind racing through the divine hierarchy. "I am aware that Asura is the supreme God of Slaughter, but he is a Godking. Tang Hao cannot be inheriting his God Position if Tang San is already the designated vessel for it."
"You are correct," the Rakshasa Goddess nodded grimly. "The God of Slaughter is a Second-Class God Position. It is a subordinate deity that operates directly under the strict jurisdiction and overarching authority of the Asura God. It is a lesser God Position, but it is still a true and powerful God Position whose power is far beyond your current level."
"How is this possible?" Bibi Dong interjected, her tactical mind reeling. "How come that man who has already exhausted his entire potential receive a God Position at this moment?"
The Rakshasa Goddess sneered, a sound of pure, unadulterated contempt for her divine peers.
"Because Asura is forcing the issue," the dark deity explained bluntly.
She floated closer, the violet mist churning violently around her form. "Based on what my true body has observed in the God Realm, that Second-Class God of Slaughter is currently burning through a massive, staggering amount of his own stored Divine Energy, and heavily consuming the pure Faith Energy he has gathered from dozens of other lower realms. He is forcefully funneling it all straight down into Tang Hao's trials."
Zhang Tian's expression darkened considerably. "He is artificially accelerating the trials and perhaps even enhancing Tang Hao's potential and his strength."
"Exactly," the Rakshasa Goddess confirmed. "He is using pure, condensed Faith Energy to forcefully bypass the natural, time-consuming adaptation phase. He is physically and spiritually hammering Tang Hao's body into a vessel capable of holding divine power at a ludicrous speed. They want him ascended and acting as an immortal shield for Tang San before you can grow strong enough to slaughter them all."
This was indeed a highly dangerous, unpredictable variable. Zhang Tian's faction currently did not possess a single, fully ascended God. Qian Renxue was progressing rapidly through the Angel God Trials, but she still required time. If Tang Hao was artificially rushed to ascension as a Second-Class God, he could descend upon the mainland and unleash catastrophic damage before Zhang Tian could effectively counter a true deity.
"This changes the timeline," Zhang Tian analyzed coldly, his mind calculating a thousand different countermeasures in a fraction of a second. "We cannot assume we have years of buffer before divine intervention."
He looked directly into the glowing eyes of the Rakshasa Goddess.
"We need a counterbalance, Goddess. Prepare to initiate the Ninth Trial for Bibi Dong immediately," Zhang Tian commanded, his tone brokering no argument. "If Asura God is willing to burn his subordinate's resources to push Tang Hao forward, you must be prepared to pass down your God Position to Dong'er to ensure our side holds a First-Class God capable of effortlessly crushing that Second-Class upstart."
The Rakshasa Goddess did not bristle at his commanding tone. She recognized the cold, undeniable logic of his demand. A Second-Class God was powerful, but a fully ascended First-Class God of Malice could tear Tang Hao apart with ease.
"I can initiate the final trial," the Rakshasa Goddess agreed, her voice raspy and calculating. "But initiating the Ninth Trial and forcefully shielding her ascension from the immediate, retaliatory gaze of Asura God requires a tremendous expenditure of my own Divine Energy. I will need to consume vast reserves to rewrite her mortal vessel into a divine one safely."
She leaned in, her sickly green eyes flashing with greedy, opportunistic light. "I am willing to make this investment, Zhang Tian. But you must compensate me for the loss. I need you to vastly expand the scale of Rakshasa City in the north. I need you to funnel ten times the number of spirit masters into its depths. I need more suffering, more despair, and a massive, concentrated influx of dark Faith Energy to replenish my core."
Zhang Tian did not blink. He stared the deity down, entirely unfazed by her demands for increased misery.
"You will have your city expanded, Goddess," Zhang Tian promised smoothly, laying out a grand, empty pie with the confidence of an emperor. "But you must wait. Once I launch the final, crushing war against the Star Luo Empire and systematically dismantle their armies, I will capture hundreds of thousands of their loyalists, broken nobles, and defiant spirit masters. I will dump the entire, shattered remnants of the Sea Luo Empire directly into your subterranean pits. You will have millions of broken souls feeding your domain. But that harvest will only come after we deal with this Tang San and his faction's interference."
The Rakshasa Goddess hovered in silence for a moment, her divine intellect weighing his words. She knew perfectly well that Zhang Tian was essentially drawing a massive, theoretical promise out of thin air, leveraging a future victory that hadn't yet been won to secure her immediate, costly cooperation.
But she also knew that Zhang Tian was a monster who consistently delivered on his darkest promises. The potential return on investment—an entire empire's worth of concentrated, agonizing Faith Energy—was simply too staggering to refuse. It would elevate her God Position to unprecedented heights and even after passing it to Bibi Dong, she would be gaining immense benefits from this.
"You weave a tantalizing illusion of future slaughter, boy," the Rakshasa Goddess chuckled, a sound like grinding stones. "But I will play along with your gamble. The potential benefits far exceed the temporary drain on my reserves. I will prepare the Ninth Trial for my Inheritor. She will be ready when the time comes."
"Excellent," Zhang Tian nodded, satisfied with the transaction.
With the immediate threat of Tang Hao theoretically neutralized by Bibi Dong's impending ascension, Zhang Tian's mind drifted to the broader picture.
'If Asura God is desperate enough to use a subordinate to shield Tang San, will he order other deities under his command to pass down their God Positions to the rest of the Shrek group?' Zhang Tian wondered internally.
He analyzed the talent pool of Tang San's companions. Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Oscar... they possessed high-tier, mutated martial spirits, yes. They were talented mortals. But they simply did not possess the profound, era-defining potential required to be chosen as inheritors for First-Class Gods.
'At best, they might trigger the interest of some lesser, Second-Class or Third-Class deities,' Zhang Tian concluded smoothly. 'And if that happens, it matters little. A handful of lesser gods cannot possibly stand against Bibi Dong once she fully ascends as the First-Class Rakshasa God. She will slaughter them effortlessly.'
The divine flank was secured. However, Zhang Tian knew that relying entirely on others, even his devoted wives, was not his ultimate path. He needed to secure his own, absolute supremacy.
He thought back to his recent, disastrous experiments in the underground cultivation chamber. He had attempted to forcefully fuse the absolute, concentrated Life Spirit Energy from his core with the primordial, pitch-black Death Spirit Energy he had extracted and condensed.
According to the ancient lore the Rakshasa God had casually mentioned in passing during their previous discussions, the flawless fusion of absolute Life and absolute Death laws created the Primordial Creation Energy—the very genesis force through which the entire universe had originally been birthed.
Naturally, Zhang Tian knew that with his current, mortal limitations, simply fusing the Spirit Power of these two opposing attributes would absolutely not yield true, universe-birthing Primordial Creation Energy. He was merging Spirit Power and the limited attributes of the laws in that Spirit Power, not the fundamental cosmic laws themselves.
However, his calculations were undeniable. The resulting fusion would create a nascent, highly volatile form of that Primordial Creation Energy. This nascent energy would sit on a conceptual tier far, far higher than standard Spirit Power, and it would easily prove to be even stronger, denser, and more destructive than pure Divine Energy or concentrated Faith Power.
It was the ultimate key to true, absolute invincibility.
'But the fusion process is too catastrophically unstable,' Zhang Tian mused silently, his brow furrowing as he recalled the agonizing failures.
He had lost count of exactly how many times his specialized Blood Silver Mirage Clones had been violently, completely eradicated during the testing phase. The moment he tried to force the Life and Death energies together, the opposing forces violently rejected each other. The flesh of the clone would instantly begin to turn to grey ash under the necrotic decay, while the Life Energy frantically, explosively tried to regenerate the cells simultaneously, resulting in a horrifying, cascading destabilization that ended in a massive, leveling explosion. He simply couldn't risk testing this highly dangerous experiment with his main body.
'My Blood Silver God Tree spirit inherently possesses both of these attributes now,' Zhang Tian analyzed, breaking down the mechanics. 'The attributes themselves do not reject each other when flowing separately through my Spirit. But to fuse them into a singular, unified entity, it requires an incredibly powerful, indestructible physical medium to act as the crucible. A simple external artifact or even my current spirit cannot serve as that safe medium to combine the primordial laws of Life and Death and keep the resulting nascent energy stable without exploding in my face.'
Furthermore, forcibly binding such volatile, high-tier concepts required a staggering, unfathomable amount of Mental Force, far exceeding his current, already monstrous Limit Douluo capacity.
'I need to fill the gaps,' Zhang Tian realized, the path forward becoming crystal clear. 'I must complete my physical foundation. I need to rapidly acquire the remaining Spirit Bones to act as the indestructible, physical anchors for the fusion process across my physical body. And I must push my cultivation to the Titled Douluo stage quickly to exponentially expand my Spirit Power and dantian.'
To achieve this monumental goal, he needed the absolute finest, highest-quality resources the Douluo Continent had to offer. He couldn't settle for mere ten-thousand-year beasts. He needed the Blood Essence of the most powerful, ancient Fierce Spirit Beasts of this entire era.
He had to head to the Core Region of the Star Dou Great Forest.
By utilizing his newly perfected Origin Blood Resonance Pact and the Human Spirit Bone Condensation Technique, he could form symbiotic contracts with the apex predators of the forest, acquiring their potent Blood Essence to condense flawless Spirit Bones and drastically accelerate his cultivation without the messy impurities of traditional absorption.
Moreover, Zhang Tian harbored a deeper, far more ambitious motive for visiting the core. He needed profound, firsthand insight into the mechanics of elemental fusion.
He recalled the hidden, supreme existence slumbering deep beneath the Lake of Life. The Silver Dragon King. Her legendary bloodline possessed the absolute, innate authority to flawlessly control all seven core elements—Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Light, Darkness, and Space. Her very existence was a testament to the seamless fusion of disparate laws. If he could somehow observe her aura, or gain even a fractional insight from her bloodline's natural cohesion, it would provide the theoretical bridge he desperately needed to fuse his own Life and Death attributes into the nascent Primordial Creation Energy.
'Of course, I cannot simply march into the core and demand an audience with their slumbering deity,' Zhang Tian strategized, his mind plotting the diplomatic approach.
He knew Di Tian was fiercely, violently protective of the Silver Dragon King. If Zhang Tian revealed his true intentions too early, the Beast God would likely assume he was a threat and attack him instantly.
'I must first show off my power and my utility,' Zhang Tian decided. 'I will present the perfected Origin Blood Resonance Pact to them. I will acquire a few drops of Blood Essence from the lesser Fierce Beasts and openly condense the Spirit Bones before their eyes. This undeniable proof of concept will let Di Tian and the others know that my efforts in transitioning the world of Spirit Masters into a new era—where we can break through bottlenecks and acquire abilities without needing to slaughter them—is a tangible, working reality. It will prove that their survival or even the rise of Spirit Beasts is guaranteed as long as I continue to live.'
In this specific era, unlike the bleak, desperate times twenty thousand years in the future, humanity had not yet driven the Spirit Beasts to the brink of absolute extinction. The great forests were still vast and heavily populated. Therefore, although Di Tian and the other ancient beasts harbored a deep, simmering hatred for the human race's hunting practices, their animosity was not so overwhelmingly great that it blinded them to reason. They would not refuse to help a human who was actively, successfully resolving the innate, bloody conflict between the two races. This pact would forge a new, symbiotic bond, where humans would strive to help Spirit Beasts grow stronger, and the beasts would provide the Blood Essence necessary for human advancement.
However, Zhang Tian was a man who planned for every contingency. He would not walk into the den of ancient dragons relying solely on diplomacy and goodwill. He needed an absolute, infallible protective measure.
Zhang Tian pulled his consciousness back to the present moment within the spiritual sea. He looked at Bibi Dong, who was watching him with deep, unwavering affection.
"Dong'er," Zhang Tian spoke gently, reaching out to take her ethereal hand. "Before I depart for the Star Dou Great Forest, I will need you to provide me with a specific token. Infuse a personal medallion heavily with your pure Rakshasa Divine Energy. If negotiations fail and Di Tian attempts to strike me down, activating that token will instantly summon you to my side. With your power, we can retreat safely."
Bibi Dong smiled, her pink eyes glowing with profound, romantic devotion and a fierce, protective instinct. She loved his brilliant intellect and his cautious, flawless planning.
"It will be ready for you before you leave, Husband," Bibi Dong promised softly, squeezing his hand. "I will not let any overgrown lizard harm you."
With the strategic planning and the divine crisis handled, the heavy, serious atmosphere of the spiritual sea dissipated. The connection severed smoothly.
Zhang Tian's consciousness snapped violently back into his physical body in the luxurious master chamber.
He opened his icy blue eyes. The transition was instantaneous. He was still kneeling on the bed, his hands still gripping Hu Liena's curvy hips, his massive dick still buried deep inside her soaking wet, tight pussy.
The brief consultation in the spiritual sea had taken mere seconds in the physical world. Zhang Tian didn't miss a single beat. He seamlessly resumed his brutal, jackhammer rhythm, driving his cock forward with devastating, bone-rattling force.
SQUELCH! SMACK!
"AHHHHH! Master!" Hu Liena screamed, her head throwing back as the sudden, violent resumption of his thrusts struck her cervix perfectly. Her massive, heavy breasts swayed wildly beneath her, her inner walls clamping down furiously around his girth.
Zhang Tian chuckled a dark, feral sound, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her slutty body yielding to his power. He leaned forward, his broad chest pressing against her sweaty back. He reached around, his large hands aggressively grabbing her bouncing breasts, his fingers ruthlessly pinching and twisting her stiffening nipples.
"Take it, you dirty slut," Zhang Tian growled against her ear, biting the soft skin of her neck. "Take every inch of my cock."
"Yes! Fuck your slut! Ruin my pussy!" Hu Liena babbled, entirely losing her mind to the overwhelming, electrifying pleasure. She pushed her plush, curvaceous buttocks backward greedily, meeting his deep thrusts with a frantic, desperate enthusiasm.
Bibi Dong shifted lazily on the pillows beside them, propping herself up on one elbow. She watched her husband ruthlessly pound her disciple with a sultry, affectionate smile. She didn't feel a shred of jealousy; she relished the display of his dominant, untiring stamina.
"You are spoiling her, Husband," Bibi Dong purred, reaching out to trail a delicate finger down Zhang Tian's sweat-slicked spine. "She is going to become completely addicted to your rough treatment."
"She is already addicted, Dong'er," Zhang Tian replied smoothly, pulling his hips back before slamming forward into Hu Liena's depths, drawing another high-pitched shriek from the blonde fox. He turned his head, his icy blue eyes locking onto the Supreme Pontiff with a dark, romantic hunger. "But she is merely a toy to pass the time. Come here. I want to taste my beautiful wife again."
Bibi Dong's eyes darkened with immediate, eager lust. She crawled across the mattress, her voluptuous, naked body moving with regal grace. She positioned herself right next to his churning hips, leaning in to capture his lips in a deep, highly passionate, and wetly audible kiss.
Zhang Tian kissed her deeply, treating her with a rough, possessive gentleness that acknowledged her status as his cherished queen, all while his lower half continued to mechanically, brutally destroy the tight pussy of her disciple. He seamlessly balanced the romantic affection for his wife with the degrading, animalistic use of his slut.
When he finally pulled back from the kiss, leaving Bibi Dong panting softly, he didn't stop the marathon.
"Turn around, Na'er," Zhang Tian commanded, pulling out of Hu Liena with a loud, wet pop.
The blonde fox eagerly obeyed, flipping onto her back and spreading her thick thighs wide, presenting her dripping, swollen entrance. Zhang Tian didn't enter her pussy. He moved up, forcing her to take his thick, saliva-coated shaft deep into her mouth. She bobbed her head frantically, sucking and licking his cock with sloppy, enthusiastic devotion.
Simultaneously, Zhang Tian pulled Bibi Dong onto his lap. The Supreme Pontiff straddled his hips, sinking down onto his fingers as he expertly massaged her clitoris and slipped deep inside her wet passage. He kissed Bibi Dong passionately, his hands roaming all over her massive, heavy breasts, kneading the soft flesh while Hu Liena continued her eager oral worship below them.
The chamber echoed endlessly with the wet sounds of their union, the loud, sharp smacks of his hands upon their curves, and the continuous, uninhibited symphony of their moans. He dominated them relentlessly, switching between their soft, wet bodies, ensuring the marathon of flesh continued with devastating intensity, fully satisfying his raging lust before he embarked on his monumental journey to the heart of the ancient forest.
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