Chapter 2045 - 2042: Don’t Be Rough

Seeing Zhao Ying’er like this, what else could Xu Wendong do?

In this mysterious space, everyone should have been divided into different areas; if they wanted to run into each other, it would probably be quite difficult in a short time.

On top of that, after entering the Nether Ruins, Xu Wendong had taken care of all the women, but Zhao Ying’er was the only one he hadn’t tended to.

He really had neglected her.

Since Zhao Ying’er wanted it, how could Xu Wendong not give it to her?

Xu Wendong had already wrapped one hand around a plump, perky, snow-white jade rabbit; that full, springy flesh overflowed between his fingers, and the tender pink tip stiffened rapidly in his palm.

His fingers moved with agile precision, circling over the cherry-red nipple, sometimes lightly pinching, sometimes rubbing hard.

In an instant, Zhao Ying’er’s whole body went soft, her slender waist unconsciously leaning closer to him.

That tingling, numbing sensation was like an electric current shooting from her nipples straight down to her lower belly, making crystalline nectar seep out between her thighs.

"Ah..." Zhao Ying’er arched her swan-like neck, her eyes instantly filled with hazy tenderness. She remembered how back on Ancient Pan Mountain, she’d actually wanted to kill Xu Wendong.

Yet back then she’d been poisoned, and that was what opened the door to her wonderful encounter with Xu Wendong.

Up to now, the two of them already knew each other inside out.

"Harder... push harder, I don’t want you gentle, I want you rough!" Zhao Ying’er’s voice was laced with soft gasps. Her whole body was heating up, her snow-white skin flushing with an enticing pink.

The two rosy tips on her chest trembled in the air like ripe fruit waiting to be picked.

By now she was completely aroused, her long legs unconsciously rubbing against each other as she tried to ease the aching emptiness at the junction of her thighs.

Xu Wendong’s hands seemed to possess Magic Power, making her utterly unable to stop.

"You little thing, and here I thought you were so formidable." Xu Wendong’s face showed a wicked grin. Just now Zhao Ying’er had looked like she wanted to conquer him, but in the end, hadn’t she been conquered by him instead?

Thinking of this, Xu Wendong immediately launched a fierce assault.

His hands moved like swimming dragons, rolling again and again through the clouds; sometimes he clamped down on the base of her breasts and kneaded hard, sometimes he used his nails to lightly scrape over her sensitive areolas.

Zhao Ying’er’s two snowy, creamy mounds were kneaded into all kinds of shapes, and her nipples grew so hard in his palms they were like two tiny pebbles.

In just a short moment, those tender, round little white rabbits had turned an enticing pink, covered in red marks.

Zhao Ying’er felt unbearably hot all over, the space between her legs long since soaked through, clear love-juice sliding down the inside of her thighs.

The black forest below had already turned muddy and slick, the entrance to her honey cave opening and closing, as if craving something.

Right now was the perfect moment.

A thought stirred in Xu Wendong’s heart; suddenly, he didn’t want to attack too quickly.

"Lin Mo... give it to me!" Zhao Ying’er twisted her water-snake waist restlessly, her slender jade hand grabbing Xu Wendong’s wrist and dragging it between her thighs.

She really couldn’t take it anymore; the inner walls of her flower path kept clenching, the emptiness so intense it hurt.

But Xu Wendong didn’t say a word. He simply lowered his head, stuck out his tongue to take one erect nipple into his mouth, his tongue-tip rapidly teasing that sensitive peak, while his fingers slid to her dripping honey entrance, lightly circling between her petals.

In an instant, Zhao Ying’er reacted as if she’d been shocked by electricity.

Her whole body tensed, toes curling, her slender waist arching into a graceful bow.

This sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

Xu Wendong’s tongue was extremely dexterous, sometimes lightly sucking her nipple, sometimes gently nipping it with his teeth, driving Zhao Ying’er to the brink of losing control.

In just a short while, Zhao Ying’er was writhing like a cat in heat, she really was pent up to the point of agony.

All of a sudden she roughly yanked open Xu Wendong’s pants, letting that thick, vein-covered monster spring out, its tip already beaded with clear precum.

"This is the thing—I want it, I want it!" Zhao Ying’er said excitedly. She shoved Xu Wendong back with one hand, then, without the slightest hesitation, swung a leg over him to straddle him. One hand supported that scorching hot meat column, aiming it at her dripping entrance.

She used too much force, and actually swallowed that giant thing in one go; the thick, long Dragon Root instantly stretched open her tight passage, driving straight into her flower core.

"Mmm..." Sitting on Xu Wendong’s body, Zhao Ying’er’s whole being was stained with the flush of arousal. Her hands braced against Xu Wendong’s solid chest, her jet-black hair cascading down like a waterfall.

As the Giant Dragon fully sank in, she felt a swollen ache and fullness, mixed with deep satisfaction, her flower core tingling slightly from being prodded.

Only Xu Wendong could give her this kind of pleasure that made her feel like dying and ascending to the heavens at the same time.

"So eager?" Xu Wendong chuckled wickedly, then gently thrust his hips.

Zhao Ying’er was bumped upward and then dropped back down heavily; her flower core was struck hard, making her cry out "Ah" as her whole body started to tremble. The inner walls of her honey cave clenched violently, twisting tight around the invading giant.

"Don’t... don’t move so hard, I’m not used to it yet!" Zhao Ying’er said in a rush, hastily trying to stop Xu Wendong.

Her tender pink flesh was stretched so wide it turned pale, yet it greedily clung to that scorching Dragon Root.

But Xu Wendong had no intention of obeying; he simply straightened up a little, that thick, long rod slowly sliding in and out of her tight passage, drawing out wet, squelching sounds.

Gradually, Zhao Ying’er felt it becoming harder and harder to endure; waves of tingling pleasure rose from deep within her flower path.

She had wanted to conquer Xu Wendong, but with just the slightest movement from him, she couldn’t take it anymore.

She didn’t know why, but she only felt as if surges of vigorous Yang Energy were being poured into her body.

That giant inside her was throbbing, the dragon head scraping over her sensitive folds, every thrust pulling out more honeyed juice.

This power made her unable to stop, yet at the same time left her whole body weak and tingling, utterly unable to resist.

"Don’t move!" Zhao Ying’er’s face showed a mix of pain and pleasure. Just now they’d been too rough, and her entire flower path was stuffed full, her sensitive G-spot being ground over again and again.

The massive head of that thing was buried deep in her blossom, her two delicate petals forced wide open, tightly wrapping around the thick shaft.

With every forceful drive from Xu Wendong, the Giant Dragon steadily broke through her defenses, the dragon head prying apart the soft flesh of her cervix, probing toward an even deeper Secret Realm.

Gradually, Zhao Ying’er felt like she was about to be pierced through. How had she never realized before that Xu Wendong was this fierce? She really shouldn’t have swallowed him whole right from the start.

Now it was too late—Xu Wendong’s onslaught left her with no way to fight back at all.

"Mmm... you... don’t..."

"Stop!" Zhao Ying’er cried out coquettishly, but Xu Wendong only showed a teasing expression.

"Oh? Don’t stop? I’ll oblige you!" Xu Wendong scooped Zhao Ying’er up, letting her long legs wrap around his waist. His hands cupped her two snow-white cheeks of her ass, and then he began a ferocious assault····