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Chapter 126 The female master clearly liked it
Fuying glanced at him gently, her eyes sparkling, and as she turned her head, a section of her snow-white neck covered with ambiguous marks was revealed.

Do you remember what I said last night?

Teng frowned: "What did he say? He said the wine is more potent than the spirit rice, and that I should drink less..."

At this point, Teng suddenly came to his senses and stared intently at Fuying.

"What Aying means is, you originally planned to..."

Fu Ying gently lifted her slender, pale fingers, tracing Teng's sharp jawline. Her fingertips left a trail of ambiguity, and a soft laugh escaped her lips as she raised an eyebrow: "Although I missed it last night..."

She pressed her fingertips against his bobbing Adam's apple and sensed his rapid trembling.

Fu Ying's voice trailed off with a teasing tone: "So, are you feeling the effects of the alcohol from today?"

These words seemed to have triggered some kind of restriction, and Teng's dark green beast eyes suddenly narrowed to slits.

With a "thud," the oil-paper umbrella in his hand fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Teng had transformed into a giant black-scaled python. Its dark scales gleamed coldly in the morning light, and its writhing body exuded a powerful aura, as if it could easily crush mountains.

With a flick of its tail, the snake tightly wrapped around Fuying's slender waist, carrying her winding upwards. Ancient trees reached for the sky, and the thick snake's body rustled as it rubbed against the tree trunks.

The giant tree has gnarled branches and a canopy that blocks out the sun, even keeping out torrential rain.

Deep within the tree canopy, some small animals that lived there sensed the terrifying presence of the orcs and fled in panic.

Fu Ying raised a slight brow at the corner of his eye, glancing at the panicked little beast, a hint of indifference rising in his narrow eyes.

Since the Marquis of Nevernight has run away, we need to let him suffer a little and give him some space before we talk about it. Otherwise, wouldn't that be ignoring her warning?
She is in no hurry.

As for Teng, there's even less of a rush.

Fu Ying's fingertips gently traced the patterns on the scales of the Teng, feeling cool and smooth like jade.

She pressed her face against it, and the warm breath made the cold, slender snake body tense up suddenly. The muscles beneath its scales trembled slightly, its dark green vertical pupils glowed with a blood-red light, and its tongue flicked out, slowly coiling around her.

His scarlet tongue brushed against her snow-white neck, slipped inside her loose collar, and gently hooked at that vibrant color.

"Hmm..." Fu Ying's voice trembled at the end, a soft gasp escaped her throat, and her fingertips sank into the dark scales.

As if bewitched by the soft murmur, Teng tightened its grip.

The scales rustled, Teng's tongue flicked even more fiercely, and Teng's dark green pupils suddenly dilated as it savored the taste, then tilted its head slightly.

He probed the snake's tongue between her slightly parted red lips, bringing a sweet sensation.

Fu Ying squinted and bit the forked tip of his tongue.

The slender body of the serpent taut, its tail slithering dangerously, its cool scales clinging to its skin as it slowly moved.

Fu Ying gave a soft "hmm," released Teng's forked tongue, and asked suspiciously, "You really haven't been with any other females?"

Of the beastmen, Qinglan is the most innocent. Although Bai Cang is naturally alluring, he is quite clumsy. As for Ni, he is simply a madman, recklessly charging around without any skill.

But Teng was different; judging from his skill, he didn't seem like a novice at all.

Tengdi Snake's tail suddenly tensed, and it hurriedly explained, "Aying! I really haven't touched any other females besides you, really! I only knew how to become stronger before, and I had no interest in females at all..."

Teng's voice suddenly became low and hoarse: "Later... I only had you, and I only wanted you."

Fu Ying curled her lips into a smile, her fingertips lightly tracing his taut, serpentine body, caressing his vital spot: "Is that so? You only want me? Then prove it to me—"

"Yes... to my... mistress."

Teng's low, husky voice carried a dangerous tenderness as his snake tail silently wrapped around her ankle and gently pulled away.

Fu Ying's breath hitched, her fingernails dug deep into the gaps between his scales, and a blush spread across her cheeks.

She took back what she had just said. This Teng was not honest! Every time the snake's tongue moved, it stirred up a fine tremor. Fuying finally couldn't help but raise her snow-white neck, and a whimper escaped from her throat. Before the last sound had dissipated, Teng swallowed it with a low laugh.

His snake tail had somehow wrapped around her waist, its cold, hard scales clinging tightly to her skin.

After a moment, with a tentative caress, the fine scales on it were clearly perceptible, subtle, cool, yet faintly warm.

Fu Ying blinked, thinking to herself: So, it was also covered in scales.

"Female, are you curious?" Teng noticed Fuying's absent-mindedness and wrapped her snake tail even tighter.

Fu Ying curved her lips into a smile, her fingertips pinching the scales, the texture of which she could clearly feel: "You're not being honest."

Teng's dark green vertical pupils contracted slightly, and his forked tongue gently licked her ear canal.

"The female master clearly likes it very much..."

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As evening fell, this passionate encounter in the wild finally came to an end.

Exhausted, Fuying curled up and fell asleep among the coiled snake's body.

Her fair skin was covered with red marks, and her hair was disheveled and stuck to the side of her neck. Teng's snake tail gently curled up around her, using its coiled body to shield her from the night wind.

His dark green vertical pupils stared at her, and he gently licked the star pattern on her forehead with his tongue.

The star pattern on a female represents the strength of her fertility.

His Aying was only a one-star female, but he wasn't in a hurry. The snake clan's greatest skill was to lie in wait.

One day, his mistress will give birth to the best offspring for him.

Teng's vertical pupils were filled with tenderness, and his forked tongue gently traced the sweat-dampened temples and neck of Fuying.

Suddenly, the scales on his body contracted abruptly, and his dark green pupils shrank into two dangerous thin lines.

“Hiss—hiss—”

Teng suddenly arched its upper body, its triangular snake head raised high, its slender snake body taut into a poised arc, but in this tense moment, it pulled Fuying closer to its chest, firmly protecting her in the center of its tail coil.

Beneath the giant tree, ten paces away, the pungent stench of wild beasts mingled with the musky scent unique to mating season, drifting on the night breeze. A low, menacing hiss emanated from Teng's throat.

The rainy season is not only the mating season for orcs, but also for wild animals.

The Teng Snake flicked its tongue slightly, its forked tongue catching the scent of the air, but then suddenly stopped.

He lowered his eyes, his dark green pupils looking solemnly at Fuying in his arms.

She exuded a sweet, warm fragrance, so delicate and sweet, like a freshly picked honey fruit, carrying a bewitching allure—the unique scent of a female in heat.

His mistress...actually went into heat before them.

The sweet scent in the air couldn't be diluted even by the torrential rain, making the wild beasts lurking in the shadows even more restless.

Through the dense foliage, Teng could see pairs of scarlet beastly eyes gleaming with greed beneath the tree, their gazes locked tightly on Fuying, who was nestled in his arms. The heavy breathing mixed with the sound of saliva dripping was so clear.

They caught a whiff of her sweet scent and the lingering warmth of her body after lovemaking.

Wild animals often abduct lone females from the tribe and bring them back to their dens.

Wild beasts have no humanity, no gentleness, only savage possession and tearing. After venting their anger, their sharp fangs will bite through the throats of females and devour their mutilated bodies.

Teng's venomous fangs protruded silently, and the seven-star pattern on its forehead shone brightly.

His mistress is not a prey that anyone can covet!

(End of this chapter)