Aromatic Flesh
Chapter 121.1: Demon Sect Leader’s Holy Maiden Concubine (13)

Gu MingYue lay limp on the soft bed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. The light made her skin look even more translucent and flawless, like jade.

She had undergone three rounds of vigorous lovemaking with Jia Ning, but thankfully, in order to avoid arousing suspicions, he had mercifully finished off the last two times in a hurry. Even so, Gu MingYue’s belly was still full, and she felt stuffed.

Worst of all, Jia Ning entirely forbade her from wasting even a drop of his white essence. And in the blink of an eye, he revealed a large walnut with a fine chain secured tightly to it.

The walnut shell was clearly well selected, its exterior smooth and shiny, but it was still covered with uneven ridges.

Jia Ning waved the walnut before her eyes, then mercilessly shoved it into her lower body so deeply that only the thin golden chain remained. The chain laid against her drenched flower petals, looking beautiful and exquisite.

Meanwhile, Gu MingYue was exhausted. She did not have a body with miraculous healing powers in this life, and honestly, just one round of sex was enough to make her exhausted and limp.

She frowned slightly – How could such a delicate and tender body endure the onslaught of the next few men?

Jia Ning saw that Gu MingYue’s eyes were closed, her expression weary, like a HaiTang tree battered by rain. However, her delicate appearance after the rain of love made his heart soften a little.

But still, he only resorted to casting her a glance before putting on the robe he’d worn when he arrived. After that, he left the tent swiftly without fastening his belt, leaving his front flung open.

The moon was bright outside the tent, and its soft light shone over him. The hazy glow traced out a line of firm and toned curves over his body, and his exposed skin seemed to shimmer with a coldness like frost and snow.

This was when Jia Luo approached with a white towel in hand to carefully wipe away the thin sheen of sweat on his body.

Jia Ning calmly accepted Jia Luo’s service, but when the damp white towel began to move lower from his abdomen, only then did he reach out and stop her with a hand, before taking the soft cloth from her and wiping his lower body himself.

Jia Luo smiled slightly, not minding in the least. She knelt on the ground before Jia Ning and waited for him to finish wiping himself. The Madam must have tasted very good, otherwise, why would her brother, who had always avoided women and only ever called them over to relieve his lust when necessary, linger in the tent for so long?

Recalling the entangled figures and sounds from within the tent, Jia Luo pressed her lips together, barely able to contain her laughter. Though she and Jia Ning had been inseparable since childhood, they had never crossed the line of propriety. She’d never even seen Jia Ning in the act of making love, so this was a new experience for her. She would definitely have a lot of fun teasing him about it in the future.

Meanwhile Jia Ning, of course, had no idea what his sister was thinking. He wiped himself clean and returned the towel to Jia Luo before tying his belt and sitting down on the cushion opposit to her.

Jia Ling sat at the head seat, his robes a snowy white that glowed with iridescent mother-of-pearl. Yet his elegance was unmatched by the moon goddess herself; every movement was like a cloud or a wisp of mist drifting through the air, mesmerizing to behold.

“How was it?” Jia Ling asked languidly as he drank from the same cup while he rested his head on a female cultivator’s chest.

Jia Ning didn’t know how to answer. Fortunately, Jia Luo spoke up from her seat and saved him from answering.

“Madam.” Jia Luo said in a clear voice, “Master Nan is next.”

Jia Ling’s expression remained impassive as he took another sip of wine. His mood was gloomy, so he waved away the woman who wanted to refill his cup. His dark eyes were blank, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The Holy Baptism was still in progress.

Nan Qiu, who had entered the tent, unhurriedly removed his robe and folded it neatly at the foot of the bed. He was slender but not lacking in masculine beauty, his demeanour gentle and refined, making him easy to approach.

He turned Gu MingYue over and laid her on her back beneath him, then looked her over carefully from above. “My apologies, Madam.” He said as he spread her legs and lifted them over his shoulders. But before starting, he proceeded to reach down between her legs to pull out the large walnut-shaped toy and toss it aside, before lowering himself to enter her deepest depths.

Gu MingYue whimpered. The burning shaft inside her was also thick and hard, and after a few thrusts, she was once again aroused. Nectar flowed endlessly from her flower pot with each movement, making a wet squishing sound.

The ShenDai Sect was deeply affected by the poison of lust; so aphrodisiac incense only served to heighten their arousal. But to Gu MingYue, it was a pure and powerful substance that stirred and transformed her body. Right now, a single touch from a man was enough to make her lose control.

She cried out in a soft voice and wrapped her arms around Nan Qiu’s neck, offering him one of her tender breasts to suckle.

“Suck…” Gu MingYue purred, her demeanour innocent and it was as if she were speaking without thinking. In response, the man thrust deeper into her. The sharp pain of her nipples being sucked on made her feel both stung and numb.

Nan Qiu’s face was buried in those twin mounds of snow-white flesh, and his thrusts were powerful and vigorous, pounding into her from above like a pestle. In fact, the purplish-red beast seemed like it might just destroy her once and for all.

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