A Fox Spirit Between Her Thighs - Chapter 17

Li Yao’s lips curve into a mischievous smile as she asks, “Is this what you want?” Her long fingers extend fully, moving slowly within the passage, gently brushing against the sensitive, tender flesh.

The deliberate, lingering motion sparks an intense, itching sensation between Ning Yan’s thighs, as if tiny creatures are teasing her skin. Frustrated by the teasing, Ning Yan pouts and snaps, “You are so annoying.”

Her playful complaint stirs Li Yao’s heart. The charming, sulky tone only heightens Li Yao’s desire, fueling her passion further.

Li Yao’s fingers press firmly against Ning Yan’s soft bre@st, kneading the pale flesh with deliberate force. The rosy tip shifts within her palm, occasionally slipping through her fingers, blooming with vivid allure.

Ning Yan releases a soft moan, “Mmm… ah…” A tingling warmth spreads from her bre@st, sending delicate threads of pleasure coursing through her body. A subtle heat begins to flow from her intimate area.

Li Yao’s nose catches the sweet fragrance as her fingers continue their teasing, coaxing more slick fluids. She adds a third finger below, filling the tender passage completely with a satisfying presence.

Ning Yan murmurs softly, “Li Yao…” The entry of two fingers creates a slight stretch in her passage, blending fullness with a tingling comfort. As the steady thrusting persists, fluids flow freely, and the core fills the air with a sweet, lingering scent.

Li Yao’s lips capture a plump hip, grazing it lightly with her teeth, causing a faint sting. Her two fingers glide within the wet passage, while her thumb presses against the sensitive bud at the front, tugging in rhythm with the thrusts.

The passage tightens around the moving fingers, its inner flesh pulsing with eager excitement, as if greedily consuming them.

The slick petals move with each thrust, enveloping the glistening fingers. The fluids, stirred by the motion, create a wet sheen beneath her abdomen, leaving the area glistening.

Ning Yan bites her lip, her body radiating an enchanting grace. Her eyes shimmer with a moist glow, her entire form exuding a captivating beauty.

Her moans spill from her lips, each one more alluring than the last. The fragrant passage yields to Li Yao’s fingers and lips, revealing a rosy flush. The tender flesh shifts with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure that nearly overwhelm her senses.

Unable to contain herself, Ning Yan bites her fingers, her moans softening into quiet whimpers.

The teasing below intensifies, with the thrusting fingers grazing the petals and plunging deep to caress the tender flesh. Overwhelmed, Ning Yan releases a delicate moan, letting a small wave of pleasure escape.

Li Yao continues without pause. She withdraws her fingers and gently turns Ning Yan to face her. Then, she presses three fingers into the still-quivering passage, filling it entirely.

Ning Yan gasps softly, “Mmm…” The passage, still trembling, feels completely filled. Its walls contract and pulse, gripping the thicker intrusion. She protests faintly, “It’s too much…”

Unmoved by her plea, Li Yao bends Ning Yan’s legs toward her chest. Her thrusts deepen, each one claiming her with a powerful intensity.

A sharp cry escapes Ning Yan, “Ah…” The position allows the intrusion to penetrate deeply, overwhelming her senses. It feels as though her very soul is being claimed, causing her body to tremble and her toes to curl.

The rhythmic tightening and pressure send an unparalleled thrill through Li Yao. Her fingers move with vigor, thrusting into the wet passage with unrestrained fervor.

Li Yao murmurs her name, “Yan’er…” She leans close, pressing a deep kiss against her lips.

Her heated fingers push forward relentlessly, claiming the deepest core. The tight passage envelops her movements, their lips and tongues intertwining with fervent passion.

Yet Li Yao feels an insatiable longing.

She pursues Ning Yan with fierce, almost frantic intensity, as if yearning to merge their bodies into one.

Ning Yan’s hands grip Li Yao’s shoulders, her tongue caught in the kiss. The passage below is claimed with relentless force, too overwhelming for her to endure. “No more… it’s too much…” she cries, her voice breaking into a sob.

Her entire body carries the sweet scent of Ning Yan. Their bare forms press tightly together, sweat dampening the bedding. Their bodies rub against each other, igniting flames of desire.

Li Yao’s voice is resolute as she declares, “You wanted this. You cannot refuse me.” Her wet lips envelop the rosy tip, sucking with soft, wet sounds. Her tongue licks and teases, coaxing the tip to bloom within her mouth.

Li Yao presses closer, the intense pleasure prompting Ning Yan to arch her body instinctively. Waves of sensation from her bre@sts and intimate area drive her into a frenzy.

Their desires blaze into a consuming fire, burning until they are utterly spent.

Ning Yan’s face glows with a delicate flush, as beautiful as morning petals. Her purple eyes half-close, tears of overwhelming desire glistening at the corners. She surrenders helplessly to the surging pleasure within her.

The relentless thrusting strikes her core repeatedly, leaving the tender passage swollen. Unable to match the pace, Ning Yan’s arms, once clinging to Li Yao’s shoulders, fall limply. A sobbing moan escapes her lips.

The passage contracts fiercely, and her delicate body ascends to the peak of desire once more. Her demon core awakens, greedily absorbing Li Yao’s essence. Only then does the relentless figure above her finally soften.

Ning Yan’s purple eyes shimmer as she breathes heavily. Her pale passage rises and falls with each rapid breath.

This is unexpected. Humans crave mutual cultivation more than demons do, she reflects, a hint of relief in her thoughts. Thankfully, my demon core protects me, or Li Yao might have killed me on this bed.