Capítulo 935: Chapter 701: The Sword in the Palm and Differing Body Heat (Part 3)
Charming Poison?!
Yun Rong’s heart trembled. No wonder this kid’s deanor was so different from usual; he had fallen victim to such a filthy poison.
She quickly withdrew her fingers, afraid that the scent of blood would trigger Baili An’s beastly desires. Her palm pressed against his chin to stop him from biting or kissing her. She moved her face left and right to avoid his heavy kisses and loudly summoned: “Xue Jian!”
The Snow Sword lying on the side erged suddenly! Carrying a murderous aura, its montum surged fiercely.
At that mont, sensing its master was in “danger,” Wang Yue lifted its head and howled, leaping down. Its gray, skinny paws carried unparalleled strength, pressing down the rising Snow Sword.
The Snow Sword emitted a clear, mournful sound under the wolf’s paw and lay motionless on the ground.
Yun Rong’s eyes were filled with despair. Both her wrists were pinned down above her head by the young man’s grip, truly looking like a lamb ready for slaughter. Her waistband was rudely torn open by him, and the black robe sacrificial garnt opened wide, revealing the white undergarnt underneath.
Yun Rong never imagined that she, one of the four swords of Tianxi, would have a day of being forced by soone like this. Embarrassed and angry, she remained calm, bending her knee to forcefully push against Baili An’s abdon, wanting to push him up forcibly.
But the bending angle was rather subtle, slightly three points below the intended position, and pushed the wrong spot. This move completely made Baili An lose control, and he emitted a dangerous, muffled sound from his throat that was akin to a hungry wolf biting a little white rabbit, sinking his teeth into Yun Rong’s slender, fair neck. Blood ran down her snow-white skin, tinged with a strong sense of forbidden desire.
He bit her, mumbling incessantly as he sucked on her: “Ah Rong… Ah Rong… Ah Rong…”
But no matter how pitifully he called out, he couldn’t get any response from Yun Rong.
He started to panic, the vertical scar between his brows deepening, while the actions of biting carried so gnawing intentions. Yet, he obediently retracted his tusks, leaving crimson marks on her exposed neck and slender shoulder.
There was a mont when, under Baili An’s fierce biting force, Yun Rong felt an illusion as if she was about to be dismbered and devoured by him.
The force of biting didn’t cause her pain, but there was a kind of unbearable tornt. Yun Rong lost her focus montarily and let out a soft groan.
The soft and weak groan startled Yun Rong herself.
She suddenly ca to her senses; this little corpse demon was not biting her but performing a prelude before the main act.
He had rely nibbled her for a while, but her fragrant shoulder was half exposed, her outer robe scattered ssily, and she didn’t know when he had untied her hairband, entwined in his fingers, intertwining with her soft, long blue hair.
Yun Rong was furious, wishing she could bite this unruly little corpse demon to death!
Yet, he started to behave more and more outrageously, completely losing his usual obedience. His breath gradually lost control, while the hand holding her waist acted recklessly.
Although the Blood Energy left by Sikong in Yun Rong’s body had been removed, it shook her inner spiritual energy into chaos. At this mont, even her bones felt weak, leaving her with no strength to push him away.
Yun Rong’s feelings were complicated. Though she had other ways to defend herself, they were overly domineering and unresolved. If used, they would indeed severely harm him.
Facing the little corpse demon, she couldn’t repay kindness with ingratitude and choose to harm him at such a ti.
Besides, Yun Rong had no special fetish nor any desire to be embraced under the heavens, on a bed of trees, and especially not under the eyes of the Demon Lord to be forced into pleasure.
But reality didn’t allow Yun Rong the luxury of inner struggle. As she watched the last piece of white single garnt about to be pulled off by him, Yun Rong desperately clutched her clothes on her body, resisting futilely, making her final act of useless defiance.
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