The Demon Empress giggled, her voice like silver bells, though it held a hint of chill. "Ancestor, you jest. Xing'er was raised by my own hand, if I don't dote on him, who will? Besides, if you want a horse to run, you must give it some hay, no? Otherwise, why would he be so willing to lay down his life for us?"
She paused, her tone shifting as her bewitching eyes narrowed slightly. "However, this concubine is rather curious. You hold this child in such high regard. What is so special about him to be worth your personal attention? Don't tell me... it has something to do with that object?"
Ancestor Xie Mo was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Do not ask questions you shouldn't. You need only know that he is a crucial piece in resurrecting the Demon Emperor, and the hope for both you and me to break free from our current shackles. Train him well, make him serve our purposes. Do not entertain thoughts you shouldn't, and do not let him know things he shouldn't. His usefulness far exceeds your imagination."
Hearing this, a smile touched the Demon Empress's red lips. "Ancestor, you jest. Xing'er was raised by my own hand, so naturally, he is my man. As for my thoughts... this concubine only wishes for the Demon Emperor's swift resurrection, so that we may see the light of day again, isn't that right? It's just..."
She drew out her words. "Ancestor, you must also not forget that this concubine is not a chess piece to be moved at will."
A ghostly light flickered under Ancestor Xie Mo's cowl as he snorted coldly. "Hmph, see that you do. Remember your place, and remember our pact. Do not disappoint this old man."
With that, Ancestor Xie Mo's figure melted back into the shadows as if he had never been there, leaving behind only a bone-chilling, cold aura that had yet to fully dissipate.
The smile on the Demon Empress's face slowly faded, a cold glint flashing in her bewitching eyes. She gave a soft snort and whispered, "Old fool, we'll see about that."
Then, she stretched lazily. With the alluring clicks of high heels on stone, she walked behind a screen, her fragrance lingering. The hem of her black lace dress fluttered, the tight-fitting skirt swaying with a voluptuous, sensuous ripple of her full, round buttocks that swayed from side to side. Her graceful figure then vanished, leaving only a seductive afterimage of her long, shapely legs encased in black silk.
The silver dragon let out a sharp cry and followed after the Demon Empress.
Not long after Mo Xingyun left, a slender, effeminate figure arrived silently. The man was dressed in black, his features handsome yet exuding a venomous air. It was his junior disciple, Ming Long.
He hid in the shadows of the stone wall, watching Mo Xingyun depart, a vicious glint in his eyes as he muttered, "Damn you, Duan Xing. Once again, you alone win the Holy Mother's favor. Let's see just what benefits you've gotten from her!"
Ming Long had grown up in the Demon Cult and was lecherous by nature. He had long coveted the Demon Empress, Yin Luoyan, for her beauty. Every time he saw her voluptuous, curvaceous body, he couldn't help but fantasize about pinning her down and violating her. Yet, the Demon Empress doted exclusively on Mo Xingyun, filling him with jealousy and hatred. Hearing that she had summoned Mo Xingyun for a private audience, he couldn't control his curiosity, and he decided to follow and find out. He channeled his inner energy, concealing his presence as he quietly ascended the stone stairs, heading straight for the Evil Moon Hall.
The guards outside the hall were strict, so Ming Long dared not approach. He circled to a hidden crevice on the side of the hall and pressed his ear to it, listening.
The hall was silent after the Demon Empress's departure. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of high heels, "tap, tap, tap", coming from deep within the hall, accompanied by a familiar, coquettish laugh. His heart jolted. He held his breath and peered through the crack.
This crevice opened directly into a secret chamber behind the Demon Empress Yin Luoyan's screen. The chamber was warm as spring, filled with rising mist and the scent of incense. In the center stood a marble bathtub, filled with fresh red rose petals. The water rippled, reflecting the jade-like white walls, creating a scene of strange, seductive beauty.
A stunningly beautiful mature woman was lying naked on her back in the bathtub. Her snow-white, lusciously full body soaking in the bathwater, comfortably enjoying this romantic rose petal bath. Her hair was styled in an elegant knot atop her head, revealing her snow-white, long, and slender neck. Her lips were full and sexy, her face enchanting and soul-stealing, brimming with the charm of a mature woman. Her fragrant, sensual shoulders were exposed. Her immense, full breasts were half-submerged, only their creamy, abundant lower halves visible. Her deep, alluring cleavage was clearly defined. Crystal water droplets dotted her pink neck and sexy collarbones, enhancing her seductive air.
The moment Ming Long's eyes fell upon this scene, his heart leaped into his throat. The stunning mature woman was none other than the Enchanting demon queen. His pupils shrank violently, his throat bobbed as he thought, "This... this is actually the Holy Mother's private bath! This... this bewitching body... if I could just touch it, I'd die a happy man!"
She lazily stretched her delicate body, sending ripples through the water. Rose petals bobbed on the waves. Suddenly, a silver figure darted out from the bottom of the tub. It was her pet silver dragon. It nuzzled its head against her immense breasts, hissing softly as if trying to tell her something. The Demon Empress giggled, her jade-like hand gently stroking its scales as she cooed, "Little one, be patient. I know you can't wait. Let me take care of some business first."
She narrowed her bewitching eyes, then suddenly snorted coldly, her gaze sweeping toward the hall's entrance as she said in a charming voice, "Sneaky little mouse, come on out!"
Ming Long was horrified. Before he could react, a cyan-blue bolt of lightning shot from the secret chamber, shattering the stone crevice and striking him squarely in the chest. With a loud "bang," he cried out and fell to the ground, a charred black wound on his chest, blood spurting from his mouth.
The Demon Empress slowly rose from the bath, the water splashing loudly. Warm, rose-scented water sprayed everywhere, and crimson petals fell like a rain of blood, sliding down her wet, voluptuous body to the floor, revealing a breathtakingly perfect form. She was completely naked. Her skin was as white and smooth as mutton-fat jade, moist and translucent, glistening with a slick, sensual sheen. Her immense breasts were high and full, perfectly round like ripe melons. Her areolas were tender and pink as cherry blossoms, adorning the peaks of her snowy mounds. As they trembled slightly, they sent ripples through her flesh. Water droplets slid from her fragrant shoulders, down the elegant curve of her collarbones, over her proud, towering peaks, gathering into a glittering bead at her nipple, radiating the rich, seductive fragrance of a mature woman.
Her waist was so slender, seeming almost too fragile to hold, yet as supple as a willow. Her flat, smooth stomach was taut, hinting at a sensual tension. Her curves flared dramatically from her waist, outlining the stunning silhouette of her full, pert buttocks. Her ass cheeks were immense and round, plump and thick, like a pair of ripe peaches about to burst. They were so high and firm they were almost exaggerated, full and sensual yet flawlessly perky. In the reflected light, they gleamed with a soft, lustrous sheen, as if they could drip with honey. The layers of flesh were so full they seemed about to burst through her skin. The cleft between them was deep as a valley, faintly exuding the lewd, musky scent of a mature woman. A wet film of water covered them, reflecting a rosy halo. The gap between her cheeks was slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of ripe, wanton allure. Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs full and firm. Coated in a thin film of water, they were crystal clear. Droplets slid down from the roots of her thighs, across the tender, white flesh of her inner thighs, down to her slender ankles, like pearls falling to the ground, making her full buttocks appear even more bewitching and captivating.
Her bewitching eyes turned cold. With a slight movement of her body, she launched herself into the air, water spraying everywhere and rose petals scattering like rain. Her nude form, glistening with a wet, sensual sheen, shot through the air like lightning, tracing a stunning arc before landing with precision next to the stone crevice outside the hall. She raised her jade-like foot and stomped hard on Ming Long's chest. Water droplets from her leg flesh splashed onto his face. She looked down at him, her red lips parting slightly as she sneered, "Little mouse, you've got some nerve. You dare to spy on me?"
The demon queen's eyes lifted as she snorted coldly. Her jade foot suddenly pressed down, her slender ankle twisting slightly. The beautiful foot radiated a cold, internal energy, like ten thousand needles piercing bone, drilled straight into Ming Long's chest. The power was sinister and vicious, like an ice viper biting his heart, instantly seeping into his meridians. His sternum cracked with a sound, as if about to shatter.
He screamed in agony. Waves of intense pain crashed through his body. His meridians spasmed, blood gushed from his nose and mouth, and cold sweat poured down his face. He collapsed to the ground, convulsing, and screamed hoarsely, "Holy Mother... I... I... was just curious about this Evil Moon Hall Cave... I... I stumbled in here by accident... I... I... only happened to meet you, Holy Mother... please... spare my life!"
The Demon Empress's eyes lifted as she said petulantly, "Curious? Hmph, it looks to me like you were just dying for a taste, weren't you? Tell me, were you lusting after my body, wanting to climb into my bed?"
Ming Long was drenched in cold sweat. In the midst of his agony, his breath was weak as he trembled, "This subordinate wouldn't dare... how could this subordinate ever have the slightest disrespectful thought towards the Holy Mother!" Yet, even as his life hung in the balance, his eyes darted restlessly, sweeping across the Demon Empress's naked body. Her skin, white as cream, glistened with a sensual sheen in the light. Her immense breasts stood high and full, their areolas tender as cherry blossoms. Water droplets slid down her deep cleavage. Her full, pert buttocks were round and plump, and a bewitching, subtle fragrance drifted from the cleft between them.
The Demon Empress saw the greed in his eyes clearly. She sneered, as if toying with her prey, and said in a syrupy voice, "You wouldn't dare? The way I see it, you're drooling so much you'd don't even care about your own life, and you still say you don't have a single disrespectful thought?"
She let out a wanton laugh. Her eyes rolled as if she'd thought of something amusing. A strange, seductive smile touched her lips, and her tone suddenly turned soft and charming as she said in a coquettish voice, "Since you dared to spy on me, I might as well indulge you today! Little mouse, I'll give you a chance. Serve me well, and I might just let you live."
She rose, twisting her waist and swaying her hips, walking towards a large black jade bed deep within the chamber. Her naked body exuded a rich, fleshy fragrance. Her pale skin glistened with moisture in the fragrant mist. Water droplets slid slowly down her back, over her slender waist, and dripped into the deep, alluring crack of her buttocks. Her ass was large and round, fat and thick. With every step, it swayed and trembled, sending ripples through her flesh. Her butt cheeks were firm and plump. Her long, shapely legs moved alternately, exuding the wanton air of a mature woman. Her thigh flesh was full, round, and firm, coated in a thin, crystal-clear layer of water. Her gait was elegant and provocative.
She reached the bed and lay down on her side, her silhouette creating a stunning curve. The bed was large and luxurious, covered in crimson silk, with thin, gauzy curtains hanging around it, creating an atmosphere of strange seduction. The Demon Empress lay down languidly, her full body on display. Her immense breasts trembled as they stood high, their areolas tender as cherry blossoms, seeming to drip with honey in the reflected light. Her full buttocks pressed down heavily against the black jade surface, the flesh spilling out in a sensuous arc. Her legs were lazily crossed, her private area faintly visible through a dense thicket of black pubic hair, wet and matted against her snow-white mound, exuding the musky, seductive temptation of a mature woman.
The Demon Empress beckoned with a jade hand, giving a charming smile as she said in a syrupy voice, "Little mouse, come here."
Ming Long was overjoyed at the prospect of survival. He fought through the searing pain in his chest and crawled forward, kneeling before her. He stared at the Demon Empress's snow-white body, his gaze greedy as a wolf's. The rod in his crotch instantly became so hard it tore through his pants. He laughed lecherously, "Holy Mother... what... what do you need from me... I am at your command..."
The Demon Empress smiled bewitchingly and lightly lifted her jade-like leg, draping it over his shoulder. Her long, full legs glistened with water, her thigh flesh round and firm. She moaned softly, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and lick me until I'm satisfied."
Ming Long swallowed, his throat bobbing. His trembling hands held her long, pink legs, and he forcefully parted them, revealing her lewd private parts. Her mound was full and plump, like a freshly peeled ripe fruit, bulging with flesh. Her labia were thick and juicy, glistening wetly. They were tenderly pink, parted in a thin slit that revealed the tender red flesh within. Crystal-clear nectar flowed out, dripping down the cleft of her buttocks. A dense thicket of black pubic hair clung wetly against the pale, fleshy skin, exuding a strong, musky scent of a mature woman that was enough to make his nosebleed. Her clitoris was small and red, like a ripe cherry, standing erect at the top of her honeyed slit, trembling enticingly, inviting a taste.