Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

Moonlight streamed through the cracks in the tent, coating her skin in a silver glow and making her rounded breasts appear even more translucent. Her waist dipped slightly, forming a graceful indentation. Her cat tail draped limply to the side, occasionally trembling slightly, as if expressing the beauty of the lingering charm.

The filled lower part shrank slightly, and a trace of sticky liquid could be seen flowing slowly down the inner thigh. The cat ears also trembled slightly with her breathing, and the whole person exuded a kind of laziness and charm that came from being completely satisfied.

"Thank you, Master..." Mira murmured softly, her voice full of sweet tiredness.

"Huh, you're welcome." Zhang Luan lowered his head, and his hot and wet lips gently touched Mila's snow-white buttocks.

He greedily sucked on the soft skin, and his tongue carefully traced every inch of the texture, as if he wanted to imprint this perfect body in his heart.

His warm breath sprayed on her skin, with a hint of heaviness and uncontrollable desire.

The place where he sucked hard instantly turned a faint blush, as if leaving his own mark on the skin.

Then he slapped the round and tight part hard, making a crisp sound.

Feeling the elasticity and softness of the skin in his palm, he couldn't help but murmur in satisfaction: "This body is really impeccable."

The cat girl's body was extremely soft, and if he hadn't been in a hurry to patrol, he would have enjoyed it for a while longer.

He straightened his clothes and walked out of the tent. Listening to the sounds of the beast-eared girls around him, he couldn't help but frown. "There are at least two or three thousand beast-eared girls here. If I take them all out, my back will be broken."

There were moans and growls coming from the distance, as if the whole world was caught up in a primitive and wild rhythm.

Zhang Luan took a deep breath, tried to keep himself calm, and began his patrol mission.

The tent closest to his own was that of Michelle and Micka, mother and daughter.

The strange thing is that it was very quiet around here, without any unusual sounds.

The breeze gently blew through the curtains of the tent, carrying a hint of the fragrance of grass and trees.

Zhang Luan gently lifted the curtain of the tent and looked inside.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the tent, casting a soft silver glow on the mother and daughter.

Michelle wore a black business suit, a tight white shirt that accentuated her elegant figure. Black stockings clung to her long, straight legs, the lace trim curling gently at the ankles. She lay on her side, one arm gently cradling her daughter.

Miko wore a loose-fitting white sailor suit, revealing her delicate, snow-white skin. Her legs stood out in the moonlight, her skin, like fine mutton-fat jade, radiating a soft sheen. She curled up in her mother's arms, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her breathing steady and peaceful.

These were the clothes Zhang Luan gave them. I didn’t expect that they would be reluctant to take them off even when sleeping.

Zhang Luan stared at the picture quietly, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes.

He approached quietly, leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Michelle's forehead, his warm lips lingering for a moment, as if to freeze this moment forever.

He turned to Miko and kissed her forehead just as gently, his movements so light that he didn't disturb the sleeping mother and daughter.

"Could it be that because they were moisturized by me during the day, they are not so restless at night?"

Zhang Luan raised an eyebrow, confused, and continued his patrol.

There were so many beast-eared girls in the camp that he realized that it was a pipe dream to appease them one by one.

His brows furrowed slightly as he thought to himself, "Instead of running around, I should find the leaders of these tribes and learn about the situation. As long as the leaders can keep the situation stable, the beast-eared girls below shouldn't cause any major trouble."

He calmed himself down, took a step forward, and walked towards the camp of the Red Mane Tribe.

Before I got close, I saw two tall girls with ponytails standing at the door of the tent from afar.

They have tall and straight figures, long legs, and their skin glows a faint honey-colored halo in the moonlight.

The rough linen simply covers the chest and lower body, but it cannot hide the primitive and wild beauty.

The hems of their skirts swayed gently in the breeze, revealing their restless legs - it was an unconscious movement, as if the heat surging in their bodies made it difficult for them to calm down.

Chapter 314 Is This the Ponytail Girl?

These two ponytail girls are obviously

Chapter 307

Having never experienced sexual pleasure, I was ignorant of the strange feeling in my body.

Their legs sometimes overlapped, sometimes separated, their eyes were blurred, with a hint of confusion and uneasiness, but also revealing a certain instinctive desire.

When Zhang Luan approached, they all puffed out their chests, as if to show the mighty power of the Red Mane Tribe.

However, this posture looks particularly charming in this state.

Mai clung to their curves, her breasts rising and falling slightly, as if in silent invitation.

Zhang Luan stopped, glanced at them, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

He stretched out his hands, one on the left and one on the right, and directly grasped their breasts through the linen clothes.

He immediately felt a soft touch on his palm. He applied a little force with his fingers and felt the elasticity and heat, as if he could hear the suppressed emotions in their bodies exploding in an instant.

As soon as they touched, the bodies of the two ponytail girls seemed to be ignited. Their legs no longer moved, but trembled slightly, and their bodies twisted restlessly.

Her little mouth opened slightly, she let out a low gasp, and looked at Zhang Luan with a dazed look in her eyes.

The pair of originally clear eyes were now covered with a layer of mist, with a bit of dependence and expectation.

They almost instinctively moved closer, their bodies under the linen clothes pressed against Zhang Luan's chest.

Zhang Luan's palm covered the ponytail girl's chest, and his fingertips felt the soft and elastic touch.

The tip of his thumb deliberately circled the two protrusions, feeling them gradually become harder and more erect due to friction.

He could clearly feel that the bulge of the ponytail girl on the left was more sensitive than the one on the right. Every time he pressed a little harder, she would let out a slight gasp, her eyes slightly closed, and her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.

"Master, are you here to see our chief? She has instructed that you cannot see anyone tonight!"

The sensitive girl with ponytail said with a trembling voice.

But her body was incredibly soft and she had no intention of resisting at all.

"I am your master and the master of your chief. I don't belong to anyone else. You understand!"

Zhang Luan said with a smile, while his big hands slid down along their tight waistlines, his fingertips tracing the subtle lines on the skin.

The body lines of Ponytail Girl are graceful and smooth, from her slender waist to her round breasts, forming a pleasing curve.

Zhang Luan's palm finally rested on the erect breast, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh, leaving faint fingerprints.

"But……"

The two girls with ponytails looked at each other, their faces showing embarrassment and a hint of impatience.

"Bend over," he said in a low, unyielding voice, "like this."

He gently pressed their waists, and the two girls with ponytails immediately bent down obediently, their legs still standing straight and high, forming an arc.

Because their legs were straight and long, their hands could barely support themselves on the ground. The moonlight shone on their smooth backs, outlining a silver curve.

Zhang Luan slowly lifted the rough linen skirt, and the fabric rubbed against their sensitive skin, causing a slight shudder.

His left and right hands simultaneously grasped the edges of their underwear; the fabric seemed so thin between his fingers.

As he pulled downwards, the two girls were completely exposed in the night, the moonlight outlining their perfect contours.

"Ah, the master is underneath us!"

"What a shame!"

Their ponytails hung down out of shyness, like a silky curtain covering their most private parts.

Zhang Luan raised his palm high and then placed it on the buttocks of the girl with ponytail on his left.

The crisp sound of "pa" was particularly clear in the quiet night, and a light red palm print immediately appeared on her honey-colored skin.

The ponytailed girl's body trembled violently, she let out a suppressed moan, and twisted her body unconsciously, as if she wanted to escape, but also seemed to be expecting more.

Zhang Luan felt the heat and slight tingling coming from his palm, and this sense of control made his blood boil.

His palm fell on the ponytailed girl on the right again, the same crisp sound, the same red mark, the same trembling reaction.

"Move your tail," he ordered, his voice full of undeniable authority, "I want to see all of you."

The two girls let out tiny moans from their throats, like the whimpering of little animals.

They trembled, but still obediently raised their tails, completely exposing their most vulnerable parts.

The ponytailed girl's body suddenly tensed up like a fully drawn bow, and her nails dug deep into the ground, leaving several marks.

A moan of pain escaped from the back of her throat, but it quickly turned into a gasp of pleasure.

Zhang Luan could feel every contraction and tremor in her body. This tightness and passion made his blood boil. He began to pump slowly, and each in and out brought out more crystal liquid, which shimmered in the moonlight.

The ponytail girl's moans became more and more unbridled, and her body began to actively respond to his movements.

Zhang Luan felt her initial pain and current enjoyment, and this conquest made him even more excited. He increased his speed, going deep into her every time, causing the ponytailed girl to let out high-pitched moans.

Soon after, he felt a strong contraction and knew that the ponytail girl had reached orgasm again. He enjoyed the feeling of being tightly wrapped and then slowly withdrew from her body.

He turned to the guard on his right. The girl was already trembling all over after witnessing what had happened to her companions, and her eyes were filled with both fear and anticipation.

Zhang Luan placed his hands on her waist, feeling her muscles tense with tension, and then slowly pushed himself into her.

Chapter 315: Proud Sora

The space inside the tent was small. Sora, the chief of the Red Mane tribe, held a mithril javelin in his hand. This exquisite weapon glowed coldly under the dim candlelight.

It is both a spear and a throwing weapon, and it is also the ancestral weapon of the Red Mane Tribe, a symbol of status and power.

At this moment, Sora's face flushed, her breathing was rapid, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The influence of the twin full moons in the sky had clearly had a strong effect on her, significantly reducing her perception and reaction speed.

She sat cross-legged, trying to resist the influence through meditation, but with little effect. Sora didn't even notice anything unusual outside the tent until she heard a rhythmic slapping and water sounds coming from the door, and she suddenly woke up.

"Who?!" She gripped the mithril javelin tightly, her voice filled with majesty and vigilance, trying to hide her weakness.

The curtain of the tent was slowly lifted, and moonlight poured in through the gap, outlining a tall figure.

Zhang Luan stood there with a handsome yet slightly ruffian smile on his face, staring at Sora with burning eyes.

"Master? Is that you?!" Sora recognized the person and immediately knelt on one knee, trying to maintain the dignity of a chief and the respect for her master. Her movements were a little stiff, obviously trying to control her body's reactions.

"No need to be so formal," Zhang Luan said with a smile, walking into the tent. "Tonight is special, everyone needs to relax."

Sora suppressed the restlessness in his body and tried to keep his voice calm: "But what's that sound outside?"

"Oh, it's your guards," Zhang Luan replied casually, "They've worked so hard, I'll let them rest!"

As he spoke, he moved sideways to make room, and two ponytailed guards were pushed in and fell heavily onto the soft mat.

Their tops had been completely torn open, their breasts completely exposed to the air, their nipples standing erect due to excitement.

The linen skirt was piled up at the waist, the underwear was pulled to the thighs, and between the legs was inserted a vibrating electric fake toy, which made a "buzzing" sound as it vibrated.

Chapter 308

With the sound of water.

The two guards had dazed eyes and rapid breathing. They had obviously lost their ability to fight. Their legs were trembling slightly. Every time they moved, the dildo would vibrate more violently, causing them to tremble.

Suddenly, the girl with the ponytail on the left began to tremble violently, her legs straightened, and her toes tensed, like a ballerina tapping her feet.

Her waist arched into a graceful arc, a suppressed whimper escaped from her throat, and her fingers gripped the ground convulsively, her knuckles turning white from the exertion.

At this moment, her expression was frozen in the extreme experience, as if time had stopped.

After a few seconds, her body slowly relaxed and she fell softly to the ground, her chest heaving violently and her eyes unfocused.

After a while, the girl with ponytail on the right also showed a similar reaction.

Her reaction was even more intense. She fell forward, supporting herself on the ground with her elbows, her head tilted back, revealing her slender neck.

Her ponytail was raised high, fluttering like a flag, and then her body rose and fell like waves, finally landing on the ground with a sigh of satisfaction.

Sora witnessed the whole process. The mithril javelin in his hand had loosened at some point and rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.

Her body seemed to have lost its strength, and she almost collapsed to the ground. The feeling she had been trying so hard to suppress now broke through her last line of defense like a flood.

"Master..." Sora's voice trembled like never before, and her eyes revealed complex emotions - the last dignity of a chief and the instinctive desire of a woman.

Zhang Luan bent down, picked up the mithril javelin that had rolled on the ground, and put it back into Sora's hand.

The mithril material on the surface of the javelin shimmered subtly in the candlelight, like flowing mercury.

Sora's hands were no longer strong enough, and the javelin could only lean against her body, one end resting on the ground between her legs.

The cold javelin shaft touched her sensitive inner thigh, causing her to shudder and her breathing to become rapid.

At this moment, Sora's body was extremely sensitive to any touch, but Sora gritted his teeth and tried to control his reaction.