Void Beetle Evolution Guide

When she thought about how the Wild Hunter had just considerately let her stand on the back of his feet, this insignificant concern was simply a great gift to her at the moment, and it quickly melted the glacier of prejudice and hatred in her heart.

Her heart was beating violently in Portier's chest, as if it was going to burst through her chest, so she pulled down her collar, revealing a pair of fair, firm breasts, and arched her waist to press firmly against the Wild Hunter's thighs.

The coldness of Zhenbing can penetrate fabrics, so it doesn't make any difference whether you wear it or not. It's better to take it off directly and let the skin stick closely, which will actually be warmer.

The fragrance of orchids in the valley permeated his nose, making the hunter's heart wander. The thing between his legs reacted, and it kept getting erect and whipped the beauty's cheeks.

Portier held it with her frozen hands. The shameful shape, the burning temperature, and the surging power were all clearly imprinted in her mind through her palms. She couldn't help but stroke it. Her heart felt so hot that even her body and her breath became warmer.

It was so warm. She greedily took in the Wild Hunter's body temperature, and her palm quickly regained its temperature under the loving nourishment. Then she changed to the other hand and repeated the process. After sniffing it intoxicatedly, she opened her lips and tried her best to swallow the big stick.

The hot breath spread in her mouth, making Portier feel very satisfied. She took the initiative to extend her pink tongue tip, licking the coronal sulcus under the umbrella, and teasing the sensitive frenulum back and forth, serving him very carefully and meticulously.

"Hmm... slurp..." The sound of vigorous swallowing sounded under him, and waves of pleasure hit Kuanglie's mind.

"You have a good understanding. Maybe you are born to do this?"

The Wild Hunt reached out and stroked Portier's chubby cheek, as if he were playing with a delicate object, his eyes full of amusement and condescension.

His words made Portier a little unhappy, but she immediately succumbed to the hard-earned warmth without even having time to refute. She shook her head back and forth to swallow it, wrapping it deeply in her wet mouth and throat.

The dragon girl was trying her best to squeeze out the coconut juice. She sat on her heels with her plump buttocks swollen from squatting. Her legs were spread apart, and her clam was wide open, but it closed tightly under the attack of the chill rising from the ground, bringing about an unspeakable shame.

The big stick in front of her was constantly emitting fiery heat, making her eager to use it to fill her cold and lonely dragon palace. She had to enter the second stage as soon as possible to cure her cold uterus.

The Wild Hunter saw through Portil's intention at a glance, and a faint wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Without giving the Dragon Girl any warning, he suddenly gathered her long silver-white hair in his hands and thrust his waist hard towards Portil's throat.There is no plum blossom in the sky and no forest in the sky...

Chapter 270: The Hectic Scene on the Cliff

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On a small platform protruding from the steep ice wall, the two were wrapped in thick fog, as if they were in a desperate situation forgotten by the world, with only each other left.

"...... Ugh!" The Wild Hunter grabbed Portier's hair in a mischievous way. Portier was caught off guard by the impact, and his throat immediately tightened, giving him an urge to retch.Mei has no words, I have no space, Lin has no words...

Portier felt full of grievance, he raised his pair of sad eyes which were full of tears, while his blurred vision happened to meet the mischievous smirk that flashed across the face of the Wild Hunter, he knew that he did it on purpose, so he had to swallow his anger.

In order to avoid falling on the freezing ground, Portier could only tiptoe on the Wild Hunt's instep, with his arms tightly wrapped around the Wild Hunt's thighs like vines.

She let him pull her hair, straightening his waist and pulling her head, as if he was using her mouth as some kind of venting tool, violating it at will.

The feeling of deep throat was not so pleasant. Portier lost control, his mind immersed in the rough impact, trying to correct his heavy breathing. His face turned red in an instant, and saliva kept dripping from the corners of his mouth, freezing instantly when it fell on the ice.

Unconsciously, a layer of fine beads of sweat had seeped out of his temples in the biting cold, and his messy hair stuck to them, adding a bit of the wolf's broken beauty.

In the continuous impact, her eyes gradually became blurred, as if covered with a pool of autumn water, exuding endless charm. One hand even reached into the crotch of the mad hunter from behind, constantly rubbing the meat bag under the giant penis.

"You are enjoying it too... Look at you now. Do you still have any pride as a dragon? As a giant dragon, can you eat such a disgusting stick without caring about your image?"

The Wild Hunter enjoyed Portier's throat to the fullest, violating the tight flesh of his mouth and throat while constantly humiliating him with words.

Portier was unable to speak. She even had to try her best to suppress the urge to moan. The feeling of being pressed by the hard and hot object and the hair roots on the back of her head being torn were all transmitted to her heart.

"I must be embarrassed to be in this state now. I feel like I have completely turned into a slave..."

"Before, I could explain it by saying I was forced to do it, but now... I'm being treated so roughly, why do I still feel like I enjoy it?"

Under the waves of impact, Portier used his remaining sanity to think, and the feeling of a foreign object stuffed between his throat and tongue was increasingly transformed into a different kind of pleasure that attacked his mind.

For a moment, she would remember that she was now in a cold and silent forbidden place, but then she was immersed in the hot and strong impact and couldn't extricate herself. Her mind sank and floated like a drowning person, and she felt as if she had been in another world.

This state of excitement, taboo and humiliation gave Portier an unprecedented experience.

Secretly disobeying Lissandra's orders, succumbing to the pleasure of a stronger man, abandoning her identity as a dragon and enjoying the pleasure of the flesh like a real woman... When she thought of this, it was as if some threshold in her mind was broken by the intense pleasure, leaving her brain blank and only the roaring throbbing sound.

"Eat it all!" The Wild Hunter felt a numbness in his waist and let out a low growl.

Portier's ice-blue vertical pupils shrank into a thin line in an instant. She seemed to hear the sound of juice spurting, and the hot life essence was poured into her constantly swallowing cavity. She swallowed it all subconsciously with a gulp.

The Wild Hunter looked down and saw that Portier's beautiful eyes were completely blank. His arms were hugging his thighs as tightly as a drowning man hugging a life-saving piece of driftwood, even his nails were digging into the flesh, and his whole body was shaking violently.

The dragon girl trembled for more than ten seconds before she rolled her eyes back. After sucking and cleaning the penis with her lips and tongue reluctantly, she slowly spit out the oily and moist penis. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her pink tongue, showing her throat to the Wild Hunter, as if to say that she had not wasted a single drop.

“Come on up.” The Wild Hunter was very satisfied. It was already great that he could endure the whole journey for the first time.

After receiving the signal, Portier quickly stood up, stood on tiptoe, wrapped his arms around the neck of the Wild Hunter, and placed the Bull that had just ejaculated between his buttocks, eager to use it to soothe and warm his cold and numb body.

Obviously, the inexperienced Portier didn't know what to do next while standing. He could only impatiently clamp his legs together and rub his buttocks back and forth, which was of no avail.

So the Wild Hunter lifted her buttocks and lifted her feet off the ground, and used his ten fingers to grasp the two white buttocks, as if to pinch them to leave red and swollen marks. Portier also cooperated very well and wrapped his thighs around the Wild Hunter's waist and clasped them together, then stretched out his hand and aimed the mushroom at the plump pink shell, holding his breath and trying to put it into his body.

The rough feeling of not having lubrication made Portier frown, but she couldn't care less at the moment. She relaxed her muscles, pushed aside the layers of obstacles and reached the root in one breath.

Feeling the hard, ironing sensation in his lower abdomen, Portier let out a long, satisfied sigh.

Yes, this is the warmth she longs for! In the cold and silent abyss, nothing can warm the body better than a close communication.

She had always longed to press her body against the wild hunter's hot chest, and now she finally hugged him tightly during intercourse, greedily demanding the other's body temperature.

A pair of big white rabbits were pressed into meat patties, showing exaggerated curves and plump flesh. Crazy Hunter could even feel the firm buds rubbing against his chest, making him feel itchy.

Seeing her eyes full of desire, Kuanglie raised his waist, lowered his head to lick the softness that was about to overflow from her chest, and moved her soft and plump buttocks deeply into the greedy meat clam.

He used both hands to rub the buttocks in rhythm with the impact, pulling on the surrounding muscle groups to guide the opening and closing of the flesh clams, making the two of them more closely connected, with their entire chest and abdomen rubbing against each other.

The strong stimulation made Portier's delicate body tremble. This maddening pleasure was rapidly devouring her sanity. The sense of being conquered and subordinate began to emerge at this moment.

"Take me away!"

Unlike the previous times when she was forced to have sex, Portier changed her humiliating mentality and threw herself into it to get out of the predicament. Even the slightest movement made her tremble uncontrollably, and wet love fluid was soon secreted from her folds, which made a constant and arousing sound of water as she sucked and spit.

The originally crystal clear love fluid produced a layer of sticky white foam due to constant friction, which she used her secret channel to repeatedly apply all over the entire spear, making it look extremely silvery.

The scene of flesh colliding with flesh struck the soul directly, causing an alluring light pink to appear on the cold and beautiful face. The blood rushed madly to the head, turning into countless pictures of debauchery and indulgence. The body also began to heat up, oozing out countless beads of sweat.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, revealing a beautiful, foolish smile. She let her silver hair fall down, and completely entrusted her life to the Wild Hunt. Her moans rose up wildly, echoing in the dead silence.

After getting used to the feeling of being filled, Portier began to rhythmically contract his muscles. The sticky and tight channel felt a wave of suction, and the tingling sensation was like an electric current running wildly throughout his body, causing the Wild Hunter to squint his eyes.

But this alone was not enough to satisfy him, so he took two steps to the side until the ice under his feet disappeared.

The movement of her body forced Portier to open her eyes. When she found herself suspended above a bottomless abyss, her eyes were instantly filled with fear and she hugged the Wild Hunt tightly.

No one knows where that place, which is deeper than the seal, leads to. It is very likely the dimension where the watchers are. Even if she is a flying dragon, she dare not cross the line.

"No... don't leave me behind!" Portier trembled in panic, and the twisting of his flesh reached its peak at this moment, with his nails deeply embedded in the Wild Hunter's back.

The Wild Hunter took a breath of relief, and when the dragon lady showed her most vulnerable side, he tightly wrapped his arms around her slender waist and thrust deep, and he could even feel the dragon head pushing open some sealed gate.

"Ahhhh~~~!!!" The collapse of her sanity made Portier completely forget herself. She forgot the cold and fear, and was completely lost in the maddening impact, revealing an involuntary terrible expression.

The lingering tension and the endless pleasure did not give her any room to breathe. The only thing in her mind was the Wild Hunter and the hot hard object he left inside her. She tried hard to keep up with the rhythm and to do her best to soothe the rage in her knotted muscles.

The two bodies were in close communication with each other, sweat and love juice were splashed on the cliffs, and every movement was accompanied by trembling moans and growls.

As the frequency of the shaking gradually increased, Portier was completely unaware that her snow-white buttocks had been left with red marks. She just kept sweating and crying out loudly, urging the man in front of her to irrigate her.

In this extremely tight embrace, the Wild Hunt no longer restrains itself, freeing the dragon to spit out a breath as hot as fire.

"...So hot...So comfortable!" Feeling a burning sensation in his abdomen, Portier gasped and trembled all over. He felt as if he was floating on the clouds and his head was dizzy. His slender back and the tender breasts on the sides were covered with a shiny luster. He lay on the Wild Hunter with weak limbs, trying to rest for a while.

However, the steel gun in front of her was still holding her up inside her body, like a prisoner of war, preventing her from falling to the ground, and there was still some scorching heat left.

".....Are you satisfied?" After her rapid breathing slowed down, Portier asked anxiously. She raised her head slightly, her expression full of anxiety and expectation.

"It's not bad."

"Then... can you take me away?" A glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes. She carefully seized the opportunity and tried hard to close the gate that had been opened up vigorously, for fear that something embarrassing would leak out.

"We're just getting started. Tonight is still a long night, and you have to do your best to satisfy me." The Wild Hunter raised his lips into an unfathomable smile, and the place of intercourse once again gave rise to a fiery heat that made Portier go limp.

Chapter 271: The Dry Fire on the Lost Bridge

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No matter how long the night is, there will always be a moment when dawn comes. After experiencing a whole night of madness, she turned back into a dragon and flew to the Lost Bridge above, where she would rest.

It appeared like a ghost in the fog. One moment, there was nothing above, and the next second, it suddenly appeared.Plum without plum, forest in the sky, no forest, no...

From a distance, it looked like the bridge was covered with some strange and greedy thorns, but anyone with a little common sense knew that this was pure nonsense.

In this bone-chilling abyss, it is difficult for any life to survive. The cold here seems to radiate backwards from the depths of the earth, corroding every inch of space.

Those things that look like plants are by no means ordinary life forms. They are more like the opposite of life, emitting a disgusting smell.

Portier landed carefully in a small open space, then quickly changed back to human form, fearing that his huge body would accidentally touch the black plants around him that were pretending to be dead.

The strong wind here no longer raged, but only made a low whistle, passing over those strange structures.

They look like plants and rocks, and their color is like tar. They are like rushing torrents of magma. After flowing along the entire length of the bridge, they are instantly frozen in mid-air, solidifying into this strange appearance.

These structures are twisted in shape, like twisted fences, surrounding the entire bridge and giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Isn't this a ground hernia? It's just a little bigger..." The Wild Hunter looked at the familiar structures around him and his thoughts suddenly returned to the yellow sands of Shurima.

"I don't know... Lissandra told me not to touch anything here, or I will suffer the consequences."

Portier didn't even want to look at these strange structures for even a second, because just looking at them was like an invisible force eroding her will, making her feel uncomfortable and instinctively afraid.

She had heard about the history of the bridge. The evil imprisoned at the bottom of the abyss had long ago begun trying to break free, and by then, the era of the three sisters had long gone, becoming an ancient legend.

It was on these bridges across the abyss that extremely brutal battles took place. The Frost Guards fought a desperate struggle with the dark forces and died one after another.

Every sacrifice of the Frost Guard became nutrients for the growth of the evil creature. It greedily devoured the bodies of the dead, absorbing and transforming them into energy for its own explosive growth.

Those strange, stomach-churning mixtures of circular structures and misshapen debris were the growth paths of the Thing Below, which siphoned from one corpse to another, taking over everything about them and making it a part of itself.

Devouring and transforming, so efficient, condensing tens of millions of years of evolution into the blink of an eye.

This is its nature, a blasphemy and plunder of life. Perhaps it has been sleeping for thousands of years, seemingly lifeless, but as long as a drop of blood is stimulated, it will wake up and reveal its tyrannical nature.

"It's not a wise idea to rest here." The Wild Hunter remembered that Portier had just come down for a day, and estimated that she probably hadn't had time to sleep yet.

"I know, but I have no choice." Portier sighed bitterly.

The ground was covered with pure ice, and the cold was like countless sharp ice needles piercing the bone marrow. Not to mention falling asleep, even lying down for a while would probably freeze your whole body.

If she transformed into a giant dragon, resisting the cold would be a piece of cake, but this narrow platform could not accommodate her huge body.

As for running to the Hall of Nine Lords and sleeping soundly under the eyes of the observers, don't even think about it, as that would undoubtedly be courting death.

Lissandra would not allow her to waste time traveling back and forth to the abyss. It was unrealistic to want to return to the ground to rest.

After much thought, she realized that the Howling Abyss was a desperate place, and only the Lost Bridge could barely provide her with a place to rest for a while.

However, this bridge is also full of dangers. If she accidentally disturbs the surrounding ground hernias, even if she is a dragon, her flesh and blood will be drained away and she will be turned into an ugly monster.

"In that case, don't sleep. Just bear with it for a while."

"How long do I have to wait?" Portier frowned, looking a little tired.

"Lissandra is pretending to sleep and hiding from us. She probably wants to see how you purify the black ice before deciding how to deal with us. But Kai'Sa and the others are not the kind of people who will sit and wait for death. They will take the initiative to attack within today." Wild Hunt said, "So you shouldn't have to wait too long. At the fastest, it will be a day, at the slowest, several days, and the results will come out."

"So... are you leaving?" Portier's voice trembled slightly, and the broken syllables carried a hint of obvious reluctance.

"That's about it." Seeing her like this, the Wild Hunter found it a little weird. Was she addicted to playing the victim and gaining sympathy?

Hearing the Wild Hunt's nonchalant answer, Portier slowly lowered his eyes, fixed on the cold, hard bricks under his feet.

I saw her shoulders hunched slightly, as if she was trying to hide something, her hands folded awkwardly in front of her, her fingers entwined and caressed each other restlessly. Her originally fair cheeks were covered with a faint blush, spreading from the roots of her ears to her cheeks. She bit her lower lip slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes were full of shyness and hesitation, as if the air around her had become stagnant because of her discomfort.

"If you have something to say, say it now. Don't be so shy." The Wild Hunter couldn't stand it anymore.

"Before you leave, can you... let me hug you again? I still feel cold, and this warmth... I want my body to remember it firmly."

Portier's cheeks were flushed, and his voice was as gentle as the spring breeze. The Wild Hunter really didn't expect that such warm words would come out of the mouth of the usually arrogant Ice Dragon.

"Although it's dangerous here, it's not as cold as down there, right?" The Wild Hunter didn't know whether she was sincere or just acting, so her tone was a little cold.

However, he still complied with her request and revealed himself.

Looking at the handsome man in front of him, Portier still had a dazed feeling as if he was in another world. When he came to his senses, he had already stretched out his arms and hugged the other person tightly, like a clingy female dog who was reluctant to let her owner leave.

She didn't intend to do anything, just to gain body warmth through the hug, but when she thought about the two of them just cuddling on the cliff, her body began to heat up, her heart beat faster, and her breathing became rapid.

Her chest rose and fell violently, and through the thin fabric, the two erect nipples and the firm chest rubbed against each other, producing a strange pleasure, reminding her all the time that her upper body was empty. If she pulled it down a little, her fair and plump spring light would be revealed without any cover.

In addition, she could feel a sense of fullness from below. The fertile land that had just been cultivated by the Wild Hunt still had the temperature of the hot iron rod. Her lower abdomen was being ironed by the thick liquid. The thick and sticky feeling made her mind always float on the waves. Just by concentrating a little and imagining the feeling of being filled up, her waist would become weak.

She wanted to clean it up but was reluctant to give up this hard-earned warmth, so she could only clamp her tender white legs together tightly to prevent them from leaking out. Moreover, it was very dangerous to throw away the essence of life on this death bridge full of hernias. If she was not careful, she would pay the price of her life for her negligence.

Although the Wild Hunter's embrace was very warm and she enjoyed the warmth, the feeling in her lower body not only did not dissipate, but became stickier with friction and sweat, just like her messy mood at the moment.

The thick liquid was like an aphrodisiac poison, which made Portier unable to calm down. She had to be careful to hold it in all the time, and she couldn't even take a step. The Wild Hunter just rubbed her buttocks, and her extremely sensitive body tensed and trembled, almost exploding.