Chapter 105: Extra Story: A Pond of Spring Water Reflecting Pear Blossoms ②

Liu Yan closed his eyes, even though he was ready to be a mermaid, he was still so nervous that his whole body was tense. The two hands were holding the icy snake body on his body, trying to grasp it tighter, but he couldn't grasp anything - the smooth scales and armor of the snake body were neatly covered, and there was no place to start. When they were skin-to-skin, he was accustomed to grasping Yimo, his palms firmly attached, and his five fingers could feel the strength of his muscles in every movement. Now that this habitual grasp has suddenly disappeared, he is even more at a loss.

How could such a thing happen, how could he allow it to happen? Liu Yan thought in a panic, but his hands spontaneously exerted force, hugging the snake's body even tighter, a completely unfamiliar feeling, no tight muscles, smooth skin, no cold and flexible touch, it was really a snake. snake. And this huge snake is wrapped around himself, and then he will accept it like a female snake and copulate with it.

Liu Yan felt heart palpitations just thinking about it. His face was so hot that he couldn't help himself, and his blood was boiling like hot water in a boiler.

Yimo licked his face, knowing he was afraid, but even so, he didn't want to stop, never would. The place where the wet tongue slid left his own breath. Like all the beasts that belonged to his own territory, he imprinted his breath on Liu Yan without any omission.

He is a snake. Hunter in the jungle. With a highly poisonous body, almost no animals dare to provoke him. Even when the natural enemy confronts him, he must be careful. But at this moment, he put away his fangs and wildness, and just used the tip of his soft tongue to lick this person. This person is very important to him, so he is very cautious.

The so-called important is irreplaceable, unique existence.

The tiny scales rubbed against Liu Yan's erect cock in a subtle turn when Yimo tightened the entanglement. Liu Yan let out a groan, and the pain caused by the sharp blade-like scales made him feel pain. Instinctively, he arched his waist, and sensitively noticed that the scales were brushing over again for the second time, as if he did it on purpose, but he was unable to resist, and soon the body became red and swollen like a ripe fruit, faintly There is blood.

Liu Yan hissed softly, and shivered sharply at the strange pleasure in addition to the pain. Such an insignificant but clear and profound pain deepened his cognition once again—he was embracing a poisonous snake— - So he opened his eyes, looked at each other, and the gloomy triangular snake head stared at him motionless, as if to tear him apart.

Liu Yan squinted his eyes slightly, but the terrifying scene made him feel strangely dizzy. The thick and long snake body was bent at random in a wonderful arc, and it was alive and fierce because of the soul named Yimo in the body. He never thought that he would copulate with a poisonous snake, but when it happened, he suddenly realized his beauty. The beauty with pain and blood was like a beast with pieces of meat on the corners of its mouth. They hugged and tore each other, strength The disparity made him clearly aware that he would be torn apart at any time, but he felt the joy of dancing on the edge of the blade and dripping with blood.

There is a bloodthirsty factor hidden in every man's heart. The weak will only tremble and cry, while the strong dare to embrace the knife.

The sense of danger that could be fatal at any time made him excited, his head roared, and his body was hot.

"Yimo." His breathing was rapid, his voice was hoarse, his hot body was rubbing against the cold snake, and his lower body was also full of pain, arrogant and seductive against the snake's belly, twisting his waist violently, and even voluntarily raised his head and put his lips together. Stick to the snake's kiss.

Soft and hard, cold and hot, the extreme collision made Yimo also bewildered, the snake letter stirred in his mouth, the desire to plunder and conquer poured into his mind uncontrollably, the thick and ferocious roots rubbed against his legs, a few times. He rubbed his secret place in a dangerous way, as if he was going to stab in and attack the city, but he didn't dare to be reckless. The wetness seemed to be melted away, and the slightly watery mouth was constantly sucking his top, as greedy as it wanted to suck it in.

"Yi Mo..." Liu Yan's eyes were flushed, and his waist was arched as if the strings of the violin were pulled to the extreme. At any time, it might be stretched and delivered to meet his murder weapon, calling his name in intermittent moans, eagerly saying: " Come in."

There was a faint water light in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and his expression was blurred. The things he was afraid of before were now his ardent desires, but Yimo, who triggered the source, gradually lost his ability to control.

He was keenly aware of this, but Yimo didn't resist, he couldn't resist, and he didn't want to resist, this was what he wanted to do originally.

With a clear intention to hold himself against the small opening, Yimo stared at his face, sinking himself in slowly and firmly, inch by inch.

Liu Yan's face lost its blood color, and turned from red to blue and white, as if being tortured. He held his breath under the torture tool, and then sweat dripped from his forehead, and his limbs were shaking, as if being nailed to The butterfly on the wooden board trembled but didn't struggle. The giver of pain was someone he couldn't resist, and he was willing even if he was crushed.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the huge pain that was about to be torn apart made Liu Yan's black eyes lose focus for a while, and finally he noticed that the other party's cold scales were sticking to his buttocks, he was so cold He woke up with a startled touch, breathing the thin air with a big mouth, as if he had escaped from death.

"Everything is in." Yimo said this, but did not move any more. Then his upper body returned to human form. He seemed to be embarrassed and hugged Liu Yan. He lowered his head and kissed his cheek, biting it again. His lips, after sucking and grinding for a while, moved down, licking and biting on the side of his neck, the wet water spread, and the collarbone was sucked out of the blue and purple color, and continued down until Liu Yan's chest was red and swollen, white The bright red on his skin is particularly striking, and there is no way to ignore it. He put the bit of swollen flesh in his mouth, pressed it with the tip of his tongue, pinched it, and tasted it. The flesh that had been ravaged by scales felt extremely sharp. The smashed secret place gradually regained consciousness, and in his licking and biting, he kept the murder weapon bound in his body one by one.

Liu Yan dazedly raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder naturally, hugging the head in front of his chest, making a sound that was almost sighing. Yimo's heart was gentle, and his tongue was rolling and rolling in the stone-like body, licking and licking in circles, wishing that this would create a lot of happiness and offset his pain.

"Ah..." Liu Yan groaned while the opponent's teeth were neither light nor heavy, his waist stretched again, and he tightly hounded the murder weapon in his body. The shape of the barbed genitals was clearly perceived by the body. The pain subsided in an instant to a negligible level, and the abnormal tingling spread from the back point to the whole body.

Imo moved when he heard the sound. The dick with fleshy spines retreated two points, and slammed into it again, causing the body in his arms to swell, and the black hair scattered on the pillow was dazzling.

"Does it still hurt?" Yimo asked.

Crimson was gradually climbing Liu Yan's cheek, he shook his head, and said in a trance in the chaos: "It doesn't hurt anymore... It's weird."

"What's wrong?" Yimo asked, raising his waist while holding his two buttocks and shaking violently. The feeling of being completely contained and wrapped made his mind chaotic, and he continued to ask unforgiving questions. : "Is this itchy?"

Liu Yan had a fever on his face, and grabbed his back fiercely. Yimo suffered from pain on his back, and his genitals became even more fierce. He slammed into it, and the scales hit his buttocks with a crisp sound.

The secret place that fit tightly in the twitch also made the sound of wet water, and it was not known whether it was blood, the essence of the night before, or the melted grease all the way to Liu Yan's buttocks, soaking the mattress.

"Is it itchy?" Yimo bit his ear, the tip of his tongue digging into the cochlea, pressing him endlessly.

Liu Yansao kicked his legs straight, and after two kicks, his ankles were grabbed. Yimo put both of his legs on his shoulders, and one force picked him up and hugged him in his arms. This posture made Liu Yan Immediately hanging in the air, his knees pressed against his chest, his waist was almost to the point of being broken, the hideous thing in his body instantly stabbed extremely deep, and Liu Yan, who was at the top, whimpered, and Yimo kept asking, "Is it true? Does this stop the itching?"

"Ah..." Liu Yan clenched his shoulders tightly, tears rolled down, and whimpered in confusion: "It hurts."

"Pain or itching?" Yimo couldn't help gasping. The snake's tail opened and closed more and more violently. After exiting three points, he couldn't wait to stab in and stir and grind. Those weird flesh thorns were grinding over and over on the inner wall, like It was like grinding meat that finally forced Liu Yan to cry, and said honestly: "Itchy." He supported his shoulders again, and said aggrievedly: "My leg hurts."

He was almost folded in half and held in his arms, with his legs sandwiched between them. This position stretched his muscles to the limit, and it was not surprising that he was doing such a big job regardless of life or death.

But he couldn't stand it. But somehow, the lard was blinded, and wanted to act like a spoiled child to let him know that he was in pain.

The look of grievance and grievance on the tearful face made Yimo's mind explode, and he knew his bottom line, so he didn't let go immediately.

Liu Yan glared at him, pressed his forehead to him for a moment, and whispered with his lips: "Xiang Gong, my leg hurts."

Yimo squeezed his buttocks tightly, rubbed the two lumps of plumpness in his hands fiercely, and rubbed them to the point of redness and heat in an instant, before he put the man down and loosened his legs. Wrapped around his waist, his voice was outrageously hoarse, and he replied solemnly: "My dear, wrap it up, my husband will take care of you."