Mo Xingyun, full of youthful vigor, felt his heart race as she pressed against him. His rod hardened unconsciously, and he whispered, "Your Majesty, Xing'er... dares not be so presumptuous."
She gently twisted her beautiful foot. A graceful leg, clad in a lace-slit dress, lifted from its high-heeled shoe. A sweet, fragrant scent drifted faintly from under her skirt. She dangled the leg before Mo Xingyun and said in a coquettish voice, "My little puppy, are my legs beautiful...?"
Mo Xingyun was instantly dumbstruck. He watched as the bewitching empress, lounging languidly, stared at him with sultry eyes. A captivating leg, long and straight, emerged from beneath her silk dress, encased in a thin layer of black stockings. The black garter stockings hugged her full, firm thigh flesh, with exquisite lace patterns at the mid-thigh that dug into her supple skin, squeezing out a ring of plump, alluring flesh. The stockings had a captivatingly soft and delicate texture, shimmering with a heart-stopping, slick sheen. Her lovely, fair-skinned foot was sheathed in the sheer black stockings, revealing her bewitching toes painted with scarlet polish.
Blood rushed to Mo Xingyun's head. As a young man full of vigor, how could he possibly withstand such temptation? His gaze was fixed on her pair of black-stockinged legs. Long, straight, plump yet perfectly proportioned. The stockings clung tightly to her rounded thigh flesh, their texture soft and smooth. Her ankles were slender, the arches of her feet delicate. Her toes, wrapped in the stockings, seemed to glow, emitting a faint, sweet fragrance.
The rod in his pants was so hard it ached. He swallowed hard and said in a low voice, "Beautiful... Every part of the Holy Mother is naturally beautiful, exquisitely so!"
"Giggle..." The Demon Empress laughed charmingly. Her jade hand teasingly brushed the cloud-like hair by her temple. She frowned slightly and said in a syrupy voice, "Then how long will you make me wait? Why don't you come and have a taste of these legs..."
Mo Xingyun was wild with joy, unable to believe he would encounter such good fortune. As a young man full of vigor, he had long been completely captivated by her stunning beauty. His martial brothers had even openly expressed their lewd thoughts, swearing they would get a taste of her charms, and would masturbate to fantasies of this incredibly sexy Demon Sect leader several times after returning.
Although Mo Xingyun looked down on his junior brothers' vulgarity, he harbored the same admiration for the bewitching empress. The young man's heart yearned for her voluptuous, fiery body, and he often fantasized about erotic scenes of rolling in the sheets with her. Now that his dream was coming true, his desire blazed. He knelt before her and saw her black-stockinged foot, encased in a phoenix-patterned high heel, swaying right before his eyes. Excitedly, he held her plump, fleshy right leg in his hands and licked the stocking-covered arch of her foot, exposed from the shoe. Then, he slowly removed the bewitching empress's high heel and deeply inhaled the scent from within it. Inside the golden high heel, there was no odor of sweat; on the contrary, a faint, pleasant fragrance assailed his nostrils.
"Holy Mother, your feet smell so good..." Mo Xingyun said involuntarily, his body trembling as he caressed the beautiful legs and feet of the stunning empress, while inhaling deeply the fragrance from the high heel.
The Demon Empress watched the young man's seemingly reverent yet somewhat ridiculous actions with a seductive expression. She lay back, lifting her jade leg playfully, as if toying with it.
Mo Xingyun swallowed, placed the phoenix-patterned high heel on the ground, and saw the fair, tender foot, painted with red polish and wrapped in black silk, swaying in the air before his eyes. A sight that seemed incredibly lewd to him. The foot, encased in the black silk stocking, was as warm and smooth as jade, its surface flawless. The heel was plump and smooth, while the toes were slender and delicate, the red-polished nails seeming to glow. He brought his face close to the empress's beautiful foot, took a deep breath, and shamelessly inhaled its scent. The faint fragrance mixed with the scent of the stockings, stimulating him to inhale even more deeply.
He reached out and grabbed her fragrant, full, stocking-clad foot, rubbing and kneading it carefully, feeling the softness, tenderness, and unique fleshy texture of her sole. "Giggle..." The bewitching empress let out a triumphant, delicate moan. Mo Xingyun extended his tongue and began to lick the tender flesh of her sole in broad strokes. He then used his teeth to tear a hole in the black silk at the center of her foot, directly tasting the fair-skinned sole of the seductive woman with his tongue. His tongue traveled from the arch of her foot to her heel, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on the stocking.
A ticklish sensation from her sole made Demon Empress look at Mo Xingyun with hazy, seductive eyes, a charming, wanton spring smile playing on her lips. Looking at her full, plump, mature heel, Mo Xingyun opened his mouth wide and took the empress's heel into his mouth, sucking hard through the black silk stocking, his tongue licking wildly. His other hand caressed and kneaded the stocking-clad top of her foot, sometimes heavily, sometimes lightly. He would occasionally stroke her delicate toes, bring his fingers to his nose to sniff, and then suck and lick the mature beauty's fragrant, soft foot even more vigorously.
The Demon Empress hadn't expected this man to be so skilled with his tongue and she trembled with pleasure. Her fiery, beautiful eyes stared fixedly at the brawny man kneeling before her. His muscular, bare upper body, with its youthful, fit physique, made her feel a bit flustered. She stuck out her fragrant tongue and licked her slightly dry red lips. Her toes, painted with scarlet polish, curled desperately as she tried to withstand the pleasure from his vigorous sucking and licking. Her eyes inadvertently caught the huge bulge at his crotch.
Mo Xingyun was lost in the bewitching empress's intoxicating scent and her tender, beautiful feet, forgetting himself as he licked her sole, arch, and smooth, full heel. He pinched her five slender, fair-skinned toes, slowly parting them. He pushed his tongue through the gaps in her toes, separated by the black silk, and took her soft, slightly moist toes into his mouth, licking them gently, carefully savoring the faint fragrance of her full, fair-skinned toes. From time to time, he would press her black-stockinged foot against his face, rubbing and kissing it to feel its delicate and smooth texture.
The bewitching empress tilted her head back, letting out soft "Mmm... mmm..." moans. A tingling, ticklish pleasure from her stocking-clad foot shot straight to her heart. Her plump, round thigh flesh, wrapped in black silk, trembled as she twisted her leg slightly. At the top of her full thigh, where the garter stocking ended, there was no stocking, only snowy-white, plump leg flesh.
Mo Xingyun couldn't help but glance toward the bewitching empress's slightly exposed private area. The fabric there was a provocative, transparent lace style. Through the transparent lace, her dense black pubic hair was clearly visible. The crotch of her panties, tightly hugging her private parts, was swollen and plump. Sparse, black hairs peeked out from the edges, scattered thinly across her crotch, creating a stark contrast with the snowy-white, tender flesh of her thighs. It was a look of extreme debauchery.
Seeing this mature, beautiful woman pose in such a wanton and lewd manner, Mo Xingyun was so excited that the rod in his pants became completely erect. He was no longer satisfied with just this tender, stocking-clad foot. Through the stocking that encased her long, beautiful leg, he licked and kissed upwards with deep affection. Starting from her tight, slender calf, he worked his way up to her thigh, then began to rub his face forcefully against her plump, round, black-stockinged thigh, caressing and kneading it vigorously at the same time.
The bewitching empress's body trembled slightly. Her huge breasts rose and fell, their waves rippling. She looked at him with eyes like silk and said in a syrupy voice, "You little rascal... you've licked my legs until they're weak... a little higher now..."
Mo Xingyun was burning with desire. He held her thighs with both hands, his tongue licking along the edge of the stocking up to her groin. He pressed his mouth against the lace pattern and sucked on the ring of snowy-white, wanton flesh, leaving a wet, glistening trail. He looked up. Under her skirt, the transparent lace panties covered a plump mound. Her pussy lips were faintly visible, and her arousal had seeped through, emitting a rich, mature, feminine fragrance. He panted, "Your Majesty... you... smell so good here..."
The ambiguous passion between them continued to climb. The bewitching empress's pet, a Silver Dragon, was however exceptionally well-behaved and quiet at this moment. It lay atop a rockery, its small dragon eyes fixed intently on the debauched scene before it, as if it could understand what was happening.
Just then, the bewitching empress let out a lewd chuckle. She stood up, and with a jade hand, gently pushed away Mo Xingyun's head, which was kissing and entangling with her beautiful leg. She withdrew her pink leg back under her skirt, put on her high heels, and said lightly, "That's enough for today."
Mo Xingyun knelt on the ground, his breathing still ragged. He watched as the bewitching empress's expression returned to its cold aloofness, and his eyes filled with a sense of loss.
The bewitching empress leaned down close. A wave of fragrance washed over him, and her huge, round chest pressed against his. The thin veil of her dress squeezed her breasts into a lewd arc. Her gorgeous, plump, sexy red lips gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then, her charming face pressed against his, and she playfully nipped his earlobe. Whispering softly in his ear, she said, "Serve me well. Go and kill that man. I will not treat you poorly..."
With that, she placed both palms on his shoulders. Black mist surged from her palms, quickly enveloping his entire body.
Mo Xingyun felt a cold yin force enter his meridians and knew the bewitching empress was transmitting her power to him. He immediately circulated his inner energy to absorb it.
The bewitching empress let out a soft shout. The mist suddenly thickened, and the energy within his body surged, his meridians faintly aching. In a short moment, the black mist dispersed.
The Demon Empress withdrew her hands, her charming eyes swirling as she said, "This 'Hidden Dragon Demonic Art' is a secret art of our sect. I am teaching it to you. This magic can be driven by inner force to hide your form and sound, and it can also temporarily conceal your aura, making it easier for you to approach and assassinate your enemies. You must use it well."
Mo Xingyun knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Thank you, Holy Mother, for granting me this art. Xing'er will not fail you!"
The bewitching empress straightened up, swaying her waist and hips as she stood with elegant posture. She looked down at Mo Xingyun's face and said in a coquettish voice, "As long as you do the job beautifully, you will naturally get to have a taste of me. Giggle...!"
With that, she gave his lips a solid kiss. Her fragrant tongue darted out lightly, entwining with the tip of his tongue for a moment, sucking on his lips and leaving behind a sweet, glistening fluid before pulling away.
The bewitching empress's sweet fragrance still lingered on Mo Xingyun's lips. The rod in his pants was so hard it hurt. His heart was a tangled mess of desire and reverence, and his adoration for this femme fatale, who was both his adoptive mother and goddess, grew even stronger. He felt he would do anything, just for a chance to be intimate with her.
He took a deep breath to calm his complex emotions, then stood up and walked out of the Evil Moon Hall. Outside, the torches flickered and the guards stood at attention. Seeing him emerge, they all bowed their heads in salute.
Mo Xingyun took another deep breath, activated his qinggong, and moved like a ghost, speeding down the stone steps and disappearing into the darkness of the cavern.
A momentary silence returned to the Evil Moon Hall, broken only by the soft crackling of the flickering candle flames. The bewitching empress reclined lazily on a soft couch, her jade fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
Suddenly, a nearly imperceptible shadow stirred in a corner of the great hall. An old, hoarse voice sounded, carrying a heart-chilling coldness: "It seems you are growing fonder of him."
Hearing the voice, the bewitching empress's charming smile did not fade. She said in a coquettish voice, "Ancestor, you are in a fine mood. Watching from the sidelines all this time when I am instructing my disciple. Must I report everything to you, Ancestor?"
A tall figure shrouded in a wide black robe slowly emerged from the shadow. It was the Old Ancestor, Xie Mo. He tapped his raven-head cane lightly on the ground, letting out a dull thud. His face under the hood was still indistinct, with only two points of ghostly light flickering.
"This youth is crucial to our grand plan. It is only natural that I pay closer attention."
Old Ancestor Xie Mo's voice was flat as he said in a low tone, "You taught him the 'Hidden Dragon Demonic Art' today. You are more generous than I anticipated."