The Water-Curtain Cave seemed to possess an awareness of its own, and actually began instinctively, greedily, to contract minutely, attempting to hold back, to devour the scorching heat about to depart.
"Weren't you screaming just a moment ago that you couldn't do this, that you were going to die? How is it that now this little mouth is biting down so tightly, is it that you can't bear for me to leave?"
Mu Zimo shook her head frantically, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes and vanishing into her temples. Yet her body betrayed her will.
Following Bai Qinchen's half-there, half-absent movements, her thighs, which she had originally intended to press together, went limply soft, and even subconsciously lifted her slender waist slightly upward.
It was an instinctive pursuit.
The Water-Curtain Cave had been empty for far, far too long.
In the long, endless years within the Divine Realm, she and Chang Gongwei had treated each other like honored guests, sacred and pure, and even during their most intimate moments, it had been as standard and restrained as a textbook.
She had never experienced this kind of primal, crude, yet soul-piercing feeling of being filled, as if by a beast. And now, this demon had given her a beginning, yet cruelly cut off the continuation.
This dangling of her appetite, neither here nor there, was simply driving her mad. "Is there not?"
Bai Qinchen chuckled lightly, the baguette maliciously exploring one part further into the Water-Curtain Cave adventure, feeling the frenzied contraction right there.
"Then what is this? Madam's body is crying, it's begging me to go in." "No, do not say anymore.
Mu Zimo closed her eyes in a breakdown, that unbearable feeling of emptiness nearly completely drowning her reason.
At that instant, even a terrifying thought crossed