Void Beetle Evolution Guide

She intended to get Saifei drunk, but the latter turned the tables on her and knocked her down on the table first.

The roles of hunter and prey have been reversed in an instant. Now, Sephie is sitting in her rightful place, doing what she should be doing.

If she woke up and found the place in such a mess, she would definitely be so angry that she would want to kill someone.

However, the wine she had poured on Sephie earlier had some effect, and now Sephie's face was flushed with a hint of drunkenness, making this robust dragon girl, who resembled a sow knight, look exceptionally alluring.

She leaned over and pressed Wild Hunt hard to the ground, gritting her teeth and panting heavily. The intense heat that had forcefully penetrated her made her waist tremble, but her plump buttocks still involuntarily swayed back and forth like a millstone.

The gap between the torn pantyhose and the exposed skin, along with the damp, glistening sheen, spoke of a wild desire; the licentiousness within the dragon's nature transformed into unrestrained and insatiable demands.

The undulating muscle lines propelled her powerful waist, her loose, dark blue hair swaying in the wind, her ample bosom and the cleavage between her breasts swaying together.

Her large, round buttocks would sometimes rise and fall, sometimes swing violently. Her black-stockinged, toned legs gleamed with a thin, oily sheen, and her firm buttocks formed an exaggerated arc behind her, like a winch, the muscles surging and transforming into the most powerful propulsion engine at this moment.

The reason why Sephiroth is so persistent in following Wild Hunt is that she cannot find any male dragon whose size matches hers, so that she can satisfy her innate reproductive desires as a dragon.

She had already given up on this kind of thing until the Wild Hunt appeared, which could turn her into human form, and gave Sephie another way to vent her desires.

Moreover, he is also very strong in terms of strength, and is the spouse that Sephiroth particularly likes. She almost regards him as her destined one, which is why she is so love-struck that she makes herself suffer to follow him.

Dragons' lust is not limited to a single race, but this mate she finally found didn't really like her. He preferred to have an affair with another woman rather than accept her advances, which made Sephiroth extremely angry.

Don't forget that her full name is the fearsome Abyss Calamity Sephiroth, the invincible sea monster queen of Bilgewater. How could she tolerate such humiliation?

The pent-up desire and dissatisfaction were released, and the millstone was pushed hard, as if it was willing to squeeze the Wild Hunt to death.

Wild Hunt wasn't exactly a well-behaved fellow either. He reached out his unruly little hands and cupped those swaying, voluptuous breasts, kneading them with abandon. They might look firm, but they felt surprisingly soft and bouncy to the touch.

However, such a powerful horse would be wasted if it were too gentle, so the mad hunter launched a fierce attack on the few soft parts of her body.

Sometimes her fingers sank deep into the sea of ​​flesh, the spaces between them overflowing with the sweet scent of soft flesh; other times they slapped the unrestrained hemispheres, leaving messy handprints on the delicate skin.

Selphie, under the influence of the little hand, suddenly raised her head and gasped for breath. Her arms went limp, and the part that was supporting her on the ground changed from her palms to her elbows, causing her large breasts to slam heavily onto Wild Hunt's face, covering his nose and almost suffocating him.

The predatory mouth searched through the sea of ​​flesh, finding the plump, juicy bud, which was already like a volcano, with its entire rosy halo rising up, exuding a mature, milky fragrance.

He put both of them in his mouth and licked and sucked them, while gently cutting them with his teeth. The combination of soft and hard stimulation made Sephie unable to resist, and in the end, she simply pressed her entire body against him.

Her delicate face was pressed directly against the dirty floor, like a slave whose head was being trampled on. She did this only to free her hands so that she could squeeze her large breasts together and massage the face of the mad hunter with the pressure of her surging breasts.

Sephie focused on her upper body, causing her lower body to slacken. The Wild Hunt seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, wrapping his arms around Sephie's waist and thrusting his hips straight into the sky.

He bombarded her relentlessly with an arrogant and domineering attitude, relentlessly blasting Sephiroth's large buttocks back into retreat, her buttocks constantly rising and falling, her posture resembling that of a female beast in heat.

Finally, at the perfect 45-degree angle, her entire body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably as if electrocuted, and a glistening torrent suddenly gushed out from between her firm buttocks.

After that, Sephie let out heavy breathing, and her whole body was covered in sweat. Her voluptuous body collapsed like a soaked quilt, covering Wild Hunt and soon drenching him completely.

"So beautiful it's breathtaking." A muffled whisper came from beneath Sephie as Wild Hunt diligently licked the sweat from her cleft. It seemed to be just water, with little salt and no salty taste.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up, we've only gone through one round."

Sephie grabbed a handful of her wet hair and combed it back, trying to correct her disordered breathing, control her chaotic muscles, and move her body away from Wild Hunt.

Looking down at the bright red teeth marks around his chest, he wasn't angry. Instead, he showed a look of longing and licked the teeth marks with his tongue, holding the heavy, muscular manhood in his hands.

Wild Hunt was also looking at her, her body covered in crystal-clear water droplets, reflecting a glossy, smooth sheen, like a lotus just emerging from a swimming pool, or a fitness manager drenched in sweat after strenuous exercise.

"Then let's change positions and start the second phase."

He got up and pushed Saifei down, keeping the connection between his lower body and his body unbroken. He used both hands to spread her muscular legs apart, then supported himself on her large breasts in front of him, his waist and hips moving like they were springs, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.

Her plump, juicy, firm buttocks were incredibly elastic, trembling and swaying with each impact. Her full, towering breasts arched their tips, allowing the hunter's hands to freely fondle and immerse her.

"Saifi, do you like me doing this to you?" Wild Hunt asked, enunciating each word clearly with each movement. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the question.)

"Ah...I love it!!"

Saifei nodded repeatedly, her stiff body completely softening as she felt an intense tingling sensation and moaned, wildly twisting her hips from side to side.

"How about this?" Ignoring her sweaty body, Wild Hunt threw himself into the embrace of the truck, burying his head between the headlights, and simultaneously sucking on the milky-smelling grapes.

"I love it! I love it so much!!!"

Sephie let out a cry and hugged him tightly, as if trying to melt him into her embrace. Her legs wrapped around Wild Hunt's waist, crossing and hooking around his back.

With a wicked grin, the mad hunter grabbed the tender, ripe buttocks and began digging deeper, his suspended waist straight, frantically exploiting this resource-rich seabed oil field.

The two bodies became entangled in a passionate embrace, each thrust accompanied by sensual cries and trembling writhing.

What started as a simple desire to vent her pent-up rage gradually evolved into an effort to soothe her bulging muscles. But under the Wild Hunt's provocative words and persistent probing, she soon felt another surge of desire, and her muscles began to spasm in anticipation of spasms.

"Hmm~ right here, give it your all!!" She squeezed her legs tightly around Wild Hunt's waist and pushed hard from behind, her plump buttocks tightening in sync with Wild Hunt's movements.

"It's coming out!"

"Give them all to me!! I'll take them all!!"

The sudden surge of pleasure overwhelmed Wild Hunt; a numbness shot through his waist, and he stopped thrusting, embracing Sephiroth's body as he released countless drops of his burning essence.

This thrust reached an unprecedented depth, sending Sephie's eyes rolling back as she reached climax. After a violent spasm, an astonishing flood erupted from the passage.

The murky and clear liquids mingled together, overflowing even before the stopper was removed.

"Wow, that's amazing! No wonder you're my spouse!!"

Saifei looked up for a moment, then her head slumped to the ground, her eyes closed in a high-spirited smile as she shook her head. The life experience she had longed for had been fulfilled at this moment.

Just as Wild Hunt was admiring the dragon girl's dazed beauty, a pale arm pulled him up from the side, turned him around, and used Sephiroth as a human mattress, tackling him down onto the latex memory foam pillow without saying a word.

"My turn!!"

Chapter 361 Single Mother, Divorced with Two Kids

Cassiopeia, who had drunk too much, slowly woke up and wondered why she was lying on a chair in disarray. Then she saw two sweaty bodies rolling together at her feet.

Cassiopeia's head exploded. For a moment, she felt like she'd been humiliated, and she was furious. "Mei Youyong You Mei Lin Kong Ni Lin Zai Zai Mei Ni..."

It should have been Sephie who passed out drunk, not me; it should have been me, not Sephie, making love with the Wild Hunt…

However, Cassiopeia's thinking cannot be judged by common sense. Faced with this situation, her chosen approach was not to criticize, but to join in...

Thus, in addition to dealing with the dragon girl who had become addicted to the game, the Wild Hunt also had to deal with a drunken and violent femme fatale.

After that, despite trying his best, he still couldn't get the two women to have their fill of the wild hunt, so he found an excuse to quickly slip away.

With business at hand, even if he were an inexhaustible ox, he couldn't subdue two fierce women in a limited amount of time.

The perspective shifts to Portil, where a white ice dragon soars through the scorching desert sky, a scene that feels somewhat incongruous.

"Are you hot?" Wild Hunt asked curiously.

"It's alright, just not quite used to it." Portil quickly swept across the sky, the white frost covering his body already melted away in the hot wind.

Her icy blue eyes saw that the air in front of her was distorted by the heat; she had only ever seen such a thing in the village of Lu.

The heat also made the ice dragon uncomfortable. Portil couldn't sweat and could only use magic to regulate his body temperature and keep it constant, which undoubtedly consumed more energy than usual.

"So what's your opinion on Shurima?"

Portil pondered for a moment, then replied, "...The soil is scalding dust, and nobody knows what snow is. The sun beats down mercilessly, a stark contrast to Freljord."

Shurima never has frost or snow, nor does it freeze. At first, she mistook the sand for snow of another color, but she soon realized she was very wrong.

Someone who has only experienced winter will find it difficult to understand the desert, no matter how much knowledge they have. If the Wild Hunt had explained it to her in the same way before she saw it with her own eyes, she would likely have thought it was nonsense.

As they spoke, a massive wind-eroded pillar appeared ahead. Narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, it was over two hundred meters high. Large and small stone pits were growing on the reddish-brown cliff face, and it made a whistling sound when the wind blew through them.

“This looks familiar. I think Kasha and I have been here before.”

"Perfect timing, I'm a bit tired from flying too, I'll go up and rest for a bit."

Portil had noticed the natural barrier early on. As a dragon, she couldn't refuse such a perfect stepping stone, so she immediately flapped her wings and sped over there.

But as she got closer, the yellowish-brown blocks on the stone pillar suddenly moved and roared at her.

Portil immediately understood the warning in the roar, because the other party was a dragon like her.

She flapped her wings forcefully, stopped in mid-air, and then looked closely. The other creature's scales were the color of sand, perfectly blending into its surroundings.

Having grown accustomed to the vast snowfields, she became somewhat blind upon arriving in the desert and failed to notice the other person's presence for a moment.

However, it was impossible for her to apologize. Her pride as a dragon would not allow her to bow her head, even though she was in the wrong.

"Is this your lair?" Portil noticed two young dragons crouching under the other's wings. Their huge heads had dark eyes, just like their mother's, staring at her warily, and they kept growling.

"What do you want? Entering another dragon's lair without permission, are you trying to start a war?!" The dragon flapped its elytra-like wings, stirring up a sandstorm. Portil squinted, the sand getting into her pure white fur, making her somewhat displeased.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Although they weren't the same kind of dragon, Potir could sense that the other was not as strong as herself, even in the desert. However, the fact that the two young dragons were the reason why the other wouldn't back down meant that she wouldn't gain any advantage in a fight.

The tense atmosphere eased only when Wild Hunt suddenly spoke up and greeted them in a familiar tone.

"Zhono Ifa, long time no see. It's been a while, and your baby dragons have even hatched."

“Zhonoifa?” Portil repeated the name, and then saw the dragon in front of him suddenly raise its head, which was covered by a thick deck.

"Who are you? Why do you recognize me?"

Do you remember the girl who returned from the void?

"..." Zhuonuo narrowed her eyes immediately. Her head was only made up of a few scales, and she could not move the scales on her forehead to make expressions like other dragons. However, judging from her eyes, it did not seem to be a pleasant experience.

"I remember it, it left a deep impression on me."

The Demon Horned Dragons scratched at the ground with its thick forelimbs. She had been bribed by Kasha with a cart of fruit and a box of treasure in exchange for helping her exterminate the insects.

What she thought was a trivial matter that could be easily resolved turned into a near-fatal incident when she was chased by a swarm of bees. How could she not remember it vividly?

However, after that incident, she no longer dared to underestimate someone like Kasha who could survive in the perilous underworld, so she was currently behaving quite politely.

“Since we’re acquaintances, how about letting the Ice Dragon rest at your place for a bit? Portil is Kasha’s friend, he won’t do anything to you and your child.” After Wild Hunt finished speaking, Portil nodded in agreement, making a nasal grunt of no objection.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhonoifa finally retracted its wings, nudged the two small dragons with its claws and retreated a few steps, making room for Potir to land on the cliff edge.

"I don't have much to offer you. A female dragon with cubs is lucky if she can even feed her babies," Zhuonuo said self-deprecatingly.

"It doesn't matter." Portil felt it was too crowded, so he transformed into human form and landed on it.

Zhuonuo was astonished when he saw it, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and he exclaimed, "How can you turn into a human?!"

Although Zono's tone was full of surprise, Portil could still detect a hint of envy in it, which made her feel smug and completely forget that not long ago she had been very resistant to becoming human.

"I did it using some secret methods, which makes things easier. What? Are you interested?"

“Raising two baby dragons alone is too difficult. Many poachers are eyeing my children, and I dare not leave the nest to hunt until they learn to fly.” Zhonoifa pressed the two curious little dragons, who were peeking out, back inside, and sighed, “If they could become human, I think it would be much easier…”

“Indeed, you won’t be noticed if you become human. However, my secret technique comes at a heavy price, especially for a female dragon like you with cubs.”

Portil was just showing off, not sharing, and the Wild Hunt wasn't really interested in real divorced women with two kids like this.

"let it go."

Zhonya's wing coiled her tail and lay down again. She noticed that Potil was staring at her baby dragon, not hiding the envy in his eyes. She then realized that the so-called price was most likely the inability to reproduce normally, so she stopped asking about it.

She envied the other person for being able to move freely, while the other person envied her for being able to reproduce. There are gains and losses in everything, so she didn't feel that anything was unfair.

Little did she know, all of this was just a story Portier told her to believe.

Before the ice dragon was even hatched, it was modified by black ice and was born without the ability to reproduce. She did envy Zonoifa, who had both a son and a daughter, but it had nothing to do with her ability to transform into a human.

Zhonoifa used her tail to encircle the two little dragons, preventing them from getting close to Portil, the "strange aunt" who seemed to like children.

On the one hand, it was to prevent them from doing anything offensive, and on the other hand, it was to prevent Portil from doing anything to them.

As she lay there, she seemed to remember something and looked up to ask, "Potil, do you have time to look after the baby dragon for me? There's no food left in the nest, so I have to go out hunting."

She was initially worried that Portil might steal her baby dragon, but then she realized she had no one she could truly trust. If she couldn't trust her own kind, could she trust humans?

If Potir really likes baby dragons, perhaps he could ask her to look after them for him, so he could fly to a more distant place to hunt, otherwise the prey nearby has almost been hunted to extinction.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it. She was afraid that Portil would pretend to agree and then take her baby dragon away after she left.

To her relief and frustration, Portil refused without even thinking.

“I’m chasing a Darkin and don’t have time to waste here. I’ll rest for a bit and then continue on my way.” Portil refused decisively, then added, “Also, I advise you to find another place to nest. More Darkins will be passing through this area, and more than one. For the sake of your baby dragon, you should leave as soon as possible.”

"Really?"

"You may not believe it, but by the time you see them, it will probably be too late. As far as I know, one of the Darkin used a dragon as a host."

"..." For a single mother raising her children alone, this news was absolutely terrible. Her own children couldn't even fly yet. Zonoifa was troubled for a while, and finally sighed helplessly, "Thank you for your advice. I will try to move as soon as possible."

Chapter 362 Is Naganeka a free-range chicken?

After exchanging a few words with Zonoifa, Portil continued on his journey.