A Fox Spirit Between Her Thighs - Chapter 25

The slick fluids flow continuously, soaking the long fingers teasing between the petals of the flower.

The warm, fragrant fluids carry an enticing scent. Li Yao’s breathing deepens, her phoenix-like eyes fixed on Ning Yan’s alluring demeanor. The entrance of the flower radiates heat.

The soaked fabric clings tightly to the enchanting flower, faintly outlining the delicate petals, captivating Li Yao’s gaze.

Her throat tightens, and Li Yao can no longer hold back. She pulls down Ning Yan’s wet undergarments, revealing the tender flower without any barrier.

Without the cover of clothing, a cool breeze brushes against Ning Yan’s thighs, stimulating the sensitive petals. The flower contracts slightly in response.

Clear fluids spill from the flower, responding to its owner’s sensitivity.

Li Yao murmurs, “So beautiful…” She is entranced by the captivating sight before her. Her fingers glide over the soft, fine hairs, watching the tender flower glisten with abundant fluids.

The arousing fragrance tempts her further. She dips her fingertip into the wetness and brings it to her lips for a light taste.

Ning Yan whimpers, “Li Yao…” Her fingers weave into Li Yao’s hair, her moist purple eyes filled with longing.

Li Yao licks her lips and smiles, “So sweet…” She gazes at Ning Yan’s flushed face, her delicate brows slightly raised. Deliberately, she lowers her head, her tongue brushing against the moist, tender flesh.

Ning Yan lets out a sharp moan, “Mmm… ah!” A wave of intense tingling surges between her thighs, drawing out a delicate cry.

Li Yao continues to lick, taking a piece of the tender flesh into her mouth and sucking firmly, grazing it lightly with her teeth.

Ning Yan sighs, “Mmm…” The nibbling brings a slight sting, but it also stirs deeper pleasure, causing her desire to overflow.

The teasing leaves her flower drenched and swollen, its petals flushed and pulsing with excitement.

Ning Yan’s brows furrow as she pleads, “If you don’t come inside, I’ll get upset…”

Her frustrated, yet adorable expression makes Li Yao smirk. She turns Ning Yan around, positioning her to lean against the rock wall. One hand presses down on her slender waist, while the other lifts her rounded hips, causing the flower to protrude invitingly.

Knowing Li Yao intends to enter from behind, Ning Yan’s tender flesh quivers with anticipation. The flower’s entrance pulses eagerly, and abundant fluids drip onto the ground, leaving a glistening trail.

Li Yao’s long fingers part the soaked petals and thrust forward with force, pressing against the sensitive inner walls. She withdraws slightly, then adds another finger, sliding easily into the tight passage with the aid of the slick fluids.

Ning Yan moans softly, “Mmm…” She closes her eyes, overcome with pleasure, her voice sweet and enticing.

The empty, heated core of the flower is filled, bringing a mix of sharp and tingling sensations. The stimulation causes the passage to grip the intruding fingers tightly.

Li Yao’s fingers are held fast by the tight embrace. She moves slowly within the flower, her body pressing against Ning Yan’s bare back. Her tongue licks the sensitive spot behind Ning Yan’s ear as she whispers hoarsely, “You are mine.”

Ning Yan gasps, “Ah…” Her fox ears, highly sensitive, react to the warm, wet touch of Li Yao’s lips and breath. Her already aroused body ignites like a flame.

Her body tenses, her purple eyes widening. The flower, gripping the intrusion, releases a surge of slick fluids, filling the air with a sweet scent.

The sudden rush of heat from the flower catches Li Yao off guard. “You climaxed this quickly?” she asks, surprised.

Noticing Ning Yan’s flushed ears, Li Yao realizes she has found a sensitive spot. She leans forward, aiming to take the delicate earlobe into her mouth.

Ning Yan twists her head to dodge, her legs trembling. “No…” she pleads, “Don’t lick there…”

Fearing another touch to her ears, her passage tightens nervously, gripping the intruding fingers more firmly. The trembling inner flesh prompts Li Yao’s fingers to move within the flower.

Li Yao murmurs, “Yan’er, you truly enchant me.”

Ning Yan lowers her head, keeping her ears out of reach. Li Yao relents for now, focusing instead on the flower. Her two fingers thrust upward, occasionally grazing the sensitive bud with her index finger, teasing Ning Yan’s sensitivity.

Ning Yan moans, “Ah… mmm…” Her flower, still sensitive from the recent climax, responds intensely to the slow grinding. Her breathing grows uneven, the teased bud swelling prominently. Drenched in sweat, she sways her hips, matching Li Yao’s movements.

The thrusting fingers bring waves of tingling pleasure, stirring more fluids. At times, they pause deep inside, teasing the inner flesh to heighten her sensations.

Her body begins to tremble with spasms. The inner walls of the flower contract tightly, gripping the fingers even more, as fluids flow freely.

The overwhelming pleasure blanks Ning Yan’s mind, the sensation both unfamiliar and daunting. She pleads softly, “No more…”

Li Yao finds nothing more delightful than possessing this enchanting body and hearing its alluring sounds. Ignoring Ning Yan’s pleas, she continues to thrust into the tender flower, relishing its complete embrace.

Li Yao declares, “You will want this.” Her thrusts quicken and deepen, stirring more fluids. Their bodies connect tightly, the rhythm of their union producing a steady sound of impact.

Ning Yan moans, unable to resist the pleasure. Each deep thrust of the fingers consumes her, and she surrenders to the instinctual joy of the sensations below.

Suddenly, Li Yao’s fingers curve sharply, pressing against the tender walls of the flower.

Ning Yan cries out, “No… mmm…” The intense stimulation causes her body to lean forward, her head tilting back as she gasps rapidly.

Seizing the moment, Li Yao notices Ning Yan’s exposed ear. She leans in, biting the delicate earlobe gently.

Caught between sensations above and below, Ning Yan’s body flushes with a radiant rosy hue. A sharp cry escapes her lips, “Ah…”

Her vision darkens as a surge of pleasure causes the flower to contract and spasm relentlessly. As her demon core trembles intensely, Li Yao becomes unable to move.

Their bodies soften together, sinking into a wave of bliss as fluids gush forth like a spring.

In the moment the flower draws her in, Li Yao feels a pang of regret. I shouldn’t have let her climax so quickly. I haven’t had my fill.