Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

Her last bit of reason told her that she must not show her vulnerable side. As a chief, she must leave an impression of toughness and strength to her master.

"Is there any way to solve this situation? Of course, I found a rather stupid way, but it may not help everyone!" Zhang Luan said with a slight sarcasm, while standing beside Sora and looking down at her condescendingly.

The chief of the Red Mane Tribe has red hair as bright as flames, tied into a high ponytail that hangs down to his waist.

Her facial features were delicate yet wildly beautiful—a high nose bridge, slightly sharp almond-shaped eyes with slightly upturned corners, and pupils a rare amber color that looked like burning flames in the candlelight.

The shape of her lips, now slightly red and swollen from desire, looked particularly striking.

Sora has an excellent figure, and even when she is kneeling, you can see that her waist-to-hip ratio is amazing.

She wore traditional tribal leather clothing on her upper body, which barely covered her chest. As her breathing rose and fell, it seemed as if she would break free at any time.

She wore a short leather skirt and her kneeling posture exposed her thighs almost completely, showing off her firm muscle lines beneath her honey-colored skin.

Her roundness, faintly visible under her short skirt, trembled slightly with the rhythm of her breathing.

Zhang Luan stood in front of her, his huge desire just level with Sora's face, exuding a masculine scent.

Sora tried her best to avoid looking directly at him, but the breath had already invaded her senses, causing her to swallow her saliva involuntarily and her Adam's apple to roll up and down.

"This is a primitive instinct of our Beast-Eared Tribe," Sora said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I don't know of any solution. It only happens once a year. If we just avoid the outdoors and the moonlight, it will be much better. If there's another solution, there's the method you found."

Having said that, her eyes unconsciously drifted towards the two ponytailed guards lying on the ground.

The fake toys between their legs were still vibrating tirelessly, and a pool of crystal liquid flowed out from under them, forming a small puddle on the ground.

Zhang Luan noticed Sora's gaze and hurried over to pull the two fake toys that were still working out of the guard's body.

With a soft "pop" sound, the toy was completely pulled out, bringing out a stream of transparent liquid.

Zhang Luan quickly put the toys into the storage space. The two guards sighed with relief, their bodies completely relaxed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

"It seems this method is indeed effective," Zhang Luan returned to Sora with a meaningful smile on his face. "As a chief, you don't have to suppress yourself too much!"

He said as he slowly leaned down and gently pinched Sora's chin with his slender fingers, forcing her to look up.

This action was gentle yet carried an irresistible force. Sora was forced to raise his eyes and meet Zhang Luan's gaze directly.

His size cast a huge shadow on her face, emitting heat and breath, making Sora's breathing even faster.

Zhang Luan held his huge penis with one hand, and with the other hand he still pinched Sora's chin to make sure she couldn't look away.

He slowly brought his huge penis closer and rubbed it gently against Sora's lips, outlining the contours of her lips like a paintbrush.

The scorching temperature and unique breath caused Sora's pupils to dilate slightly, and a conflicting light flickered in his amber eyes.

"I..." Sora began, his voice as thin as a mosquito, his face full of hesitation.

Her reason and instinct were in fierce conflict - her dignity as a chief and her desire as a woman were pulling at her soul.

Her lips trembled slightly, but involuntarily opened slightly, as if she was expecting something.

"Just follow your heart," Zhang Luan soothed softly, his voice low and magnetic. "I won't look down on you for that."

His words were like a catalyst, breaking Sora's last psychological defense.

Zhang Luan's words were like a catalyst, breaking down Sora's last remaining defenses. Hesitation vanished from her gaze, replaced by a mixture of determination and desire. In that moment, she was no longer the chieftain of the Red Mane Tribe, but simply a woman driven by instinct.

Zhang Luan saw the change in her eyes, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he gently thrust his waist, sending the huge thing into Sola's slightly opened mouth.

The warm touch instantly enveloped him, causing him to gasp, and a current of electricity rushed from his lower body to his forehead.

The temperature of Sora's mouth was higher than he had imagined, and her soft tongue wrapped around it without any instruction, bringing him a tingling pleasure.

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While feeling Sora's enthusiastic service, Zhang Luan reached out and grasped the mithril javelin between her legs.

This sudden movement caused the javelin to shake slightly, which immediately made Sora's body tremble. Her legs instinctively wanted to move, but she forced herself to separate slightly. Her eyes revealed a complex emotion of stubbornness and humiliation.

Zhang Luan keenly sensed her conflicting feelings and realized that her stubborn attitude would prevent her from completely letting go of herself.

So he pretended not to notice her reaction, and concentrated on holding the mithril javelin. He said with a look of admiration, "This javelin is really nice. It looks like it's quite old."

As he spoke, he gently turned the spear, as if he was just admiring the texture on it.

In fact, the handle of the javelin that Sora held between her legs had many raised patterns. As it turned, these irregular protrusions rubbed against her sensitive areas in turn, and some even scraped her most sensitive spot.

Sora's expression suddenly became complicated, his brows slightly furrowed, and an intense struggle flashed in his amber eyes.

She bit her lower lip and tried to suppress

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With a moan about to burst out, the dignity of a chief and the sensitivity of his body clashed fiercely at this moment.

Her long legs trembled slightly uncontrollably, yet she tried hard to control these unwelcome reactions.

"This was passed down from my great-grandmother to my grandmother, then to my mother, and then to me." Her voice trembled slightly with emotion, as if she was using the family history to resist the impending humiliation.

When she said "Mom", a bump of the javelin happened to scrape across her sensitive spot, causing her whole body to tremble and tears to well up in the corners of her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Luan suddenly turned the javelin over, and the raised part began to rub back and forth on her sensitive spot repeatedly.

This time the stimulation was more direct, and Sora could no longer remain calm. Her legs uncontrollably opened and closed slightly, and her waist began to twist slightly.

"Master, don't..." Sora finally gave in, his voice filled with pleading, as if he was begging to stop, but also begging to continue.

The image of the proud chief collapsed in an instant, revealing his fragile and submissive side.

"Keep eating," Zhang Luan ordered, stuffing the huge thing into her mouth again, while one hand continued to rotate the javelin and the other hand grabbed her ponytail to control the rhythm.

Zhang Luan could feel that the temperature of Sora's mouth was higher than before, and her tongue was more flexible, and every swallow brought him extreme pleasure.

With the stimulation of the javelin, Sora's reaction became more and more intense, and her mouth contracted from time to time, unconsciously bringing stronger stimulation to Zhang Luan.

Sora's body was completely honest. Her legs no longer tried to hide anything, but instead kept adjusting their position as the javelin turned, looking for the most comfortable angle.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and a slight humming sound came from her nose. These tiny vibrations were transmitted to Zhang Luan through her mouth, making him feel double pleasure.

Zhang Luan looked at the usually arrogant chief who had become so submissive in his hands, and a strong sense of conquest and satisfaction surged in his heart.

He casually tossed the javelin aside, firmly grasped Sora's ponytail with both hands, and began to control the rhythm more directly, gently applying downward pressure with both hands, guiding her head gradually towards his lower abdomen.

"Now, let me see what the Chief can do," he whispered, his tone thick with desire.

Sora's lips were stretched to the limit, and the huge thing went deeper inch by inch. The unprecedented depth made her eyes well up with physiological tears.

The tip touched the entrance of her throat and she instinctively wanted to move back, but she was firmly controlled by the ponytail and could not escape.

"Relax," Zhang Luan ordered, "Let it in."

Sora closed his eyes and tried to relax his throat. His huge penis slowly broke through the barrier and entered a realm that had never been visited before.

The sac finally rested against her chin, and Sora felt a strange sense of satisfaction—she had done it, completely accepted all of him.

Zhang Luan loosened his hand slightly to allow her to withdraw a little, but soon controlled her to go deeper again.

This slow pace allowed Sora to adapt, but it also made each penetration extraordinarily long and agonizing. Swallowing required her to concentrate on relaxing and accepting, while exhaling was a longing for air and a relief.

As the rhythm built, Zhang Luan looked down to admire the scene before him.

The usually arrogant chieftain's eyes rolled up slightly, a layer of mist covering her amber pupils, and her cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen. Her lips, which usually issued orders, now completely surrendered to his control.

"Look at yourself now," he said softly, "You don't need to pretend in front of me. Just show your true self!"

These words seemed to have touched the most sensitive part of Sora's heart. A trace of shame flashed in her eyes, but because she couldn't speak, she could only make vague whimpers.

This sense of shame actually made her senses more acute and her body's reaction more intense.

Zhang Luan gradually increased the pace, no longer giving Sora a chance to breathe.

His movements became more forceful, almost using her mouth to vent his desires.

Sora's legs kicked the ground unconsciously due to lack of oxygen, and his hands rested weakly on his legs, as if he wanted to push him away, but also as if he was supporting himself to prevent himself from falling.

When the climax came, Zhang Luan pressed her head tightly to himself, making sure that all the release went directly into her esophagus.

Sora felt the heat flowing into his body, and at the same time, his lower body also surged with warmth due to the extreme stimulation. His legs twitched unconsciously and then completely fell to the ground.

Zhang Luan loosened his grip, and Sora slowly withdrew, breathing heavily, her eyes a mixture of dazed relief and a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction. A silver thread still hung from the corner of her mouth, connecting to the huge thing that had just withdrawn. This scene was in stark contrast to her usual majestic image.

"Okay, time to get to the point!"

Zhang Luan gestured to Sora to kneel on the ground, and she obeyed, kneeling on the ground with her upper body leaning forward and supporting herself on the ground with her hands.

The moonlight shone through the window onto her smooth back, outlining a graceful curve.

Zhang Luan slowly pulled down her panties, pulling them only to her ankles, slightly restricting her movements. The friction of the fabric against her skin caused a small shiver to pass through her.

"This is the most perfect back I have ever seen. It's really beautiful!" Zhang Luan said softly, his fingers gently stroking her back, from her neck to her tailbone, feeling her body trembling slightly with nervousness.

His fingertips traced the tiny beads of sweat on her skin, and those crystal drops shimmered in the moonlight.

Sora's breathing became rapid. She turned her head slightly, and her amber eyes flashed with complex emotions - shame, anticipation, obedience, and a hint of imperceptible desire.

Her ponytail hung to one side, swaying gently with her breathing, and her pony ears twitched uneasily, showing her inner tension.

Zhang Luan leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I've always wanted to ride a horse like this." His breath brushed against the tip of her ear, causing a noticeable shudder. He supported himself and slowly entered her body.

Sora let out a low whimper, her body tensing for a moment, her fingertips digging into the ground, before relaxing again, accepting him completely.

Zhang Luan felt an unprecedented tightness and warmth. Sora's body seemed to be tailor-made for him, perfectly wrapping every inch of him. The walls of her lower body contracted slightly with her breathing, as if silently welcoming his arrival.

"Yes, this way of riding is comfortable," Zhang Luan whispered, and began to move slowly and powerfully.

With every advance and retreat, Sola's body's reaction could be felt—her muscles tensed and relaxed, her lower body contracted and stretched, like a silent conversation.

Sora's breathing became more rapid. She bit her lower lip, trying not to make any sound, but she couldn't hide her body's reaction.

Every time Zhang Luan penetrated her, her waist would unconsciously rise slightly, catering to his rhythm. Her ponytail swayed with his movements, as if silently expressing her inner joy.

Zhang Luan changed his position, half-crouching behind her, and tied her ponytail with his own with one hand to form a makeshift rein.

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The moment his hair and tail intertwined, Sora's body trembled noticeably.

This is not just a physical connection, it's more like a spiritual bridge being built.

She could feel the subtle touch of every hair intertwined with the tail, like two souls communicating silently.

When Zhang Luan gently pulled this temporary "rein" for the first time, a strange feeling spread from his scalp to his tailbone.

Sora had never experienced anything like it before—her scalp tingled slightly from the slight pull, and a pain and tingling sensation spread from the base of her tail.

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The two sensations merged within her body, forming a strange electric current that ran along her spine and directly into her brain, causing an uncontrollable stupor.

"Ah..." Sora couldn't help but let out a soft cry. Her pony ears stood up because of the sudden feeling, and then drooped shyly.

Every time Zhang Luan pulled the "reins", Sora could feel a wonderful sense of dominance and subordination.

Her head was forced back slightly, exposing her fragile neck, while her tail was gently pulled up, causing her to lift higher unconsciously.

This position made her feel more exposed and vulnerable than ever before, yet strangely safe and cherished.

"Gee," Zhang Luan called out half-jokingly, but the strength in his hands did not decrease.

The slapping sounds were particularly clear in the quiet room, intertwined with Sora's suppressed breathing, forming a melody of desire.

Sora's cheeks flushed with shame, and there was a gleam in the corners of her eyes, but her body's reaction became more and more passionate. Her tailbone swayed slightly with Zhang Luan's movements, as if matching his rhythm.

As Zhang Luan's movements became more intense, the pulling force gradually increased.

Sora found his body beginning to move involuntarily to this rhythm.

Whenever Zhang Luan tightened the "reins," she would instinctively straighten her upper body and tighten her lower body accordingly; when he relaxed slightly, she would relax her body again, cooperating with his entry. This silent guidance made her feel like a truly tamed pony, completely subservient to the rider's will.

"Master... I... I am yours..." She spoke intermittently, her voice trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her soul.

"Your... pony... pull... pull tighter..." Her words were interrupted by her own moans. Shame prevented her from expressing herself completely, but this shame increased her sensitivity.

What made Sora feel even more ashamed and excited was that she found herself actually beginning to enjoy the feeling of being controlled.

Every tug on her hair and tail brought a strange sense of satisfaction, as if she had finally found her true place.

As the chief of the tribe, she was used to giving orders and taking responsibilities, but now, she could temporarily put aside these burdens and simply feel the peace of mind of being guided and controlled.

Zhang Luan sped up the pace, and each entry was deeper and more powerful.

He pulled the "reins" harder and sped up the rhythm of his lower body.