Void Beetle Evolution Guide

As the Wild Hunt commanded the giant claws to release their grip, Morgana, whose wings had been seized, collapsed to the ground. Giving up all resistance, she appeared as vulnerable as a helpless, ordinary woman, bearing the bitterness of her fate alone.

Before she could even stand up, Wild Hunt had already shamelessly slumped onto her lap, closing his eyes leisurely, clearly indicating that he wanted her to do it herself.

Although Morgana was extremely unwilling, she still reached out her hands under the influence of reason.

Like a loving mother, she placed the Wild Hunt's head on her lap, her soft, delicate right hand supporting his sharply defined jawline as she brought his cheek close to her slightly fleshy, soft belly, thus also concealing the twilight forest hidden in the triangle area.

With his free hand, he hesitated for a moment before reaching for the erect, muscular pillar. He enveloped it in his warm palm and gently stroked the veiny yet slippery skin of the stalk.

Morgana wasn't entirely clueless; she knew her task was to make the top cap burst forth with life-giving spores. The Wild Hunt wasn't controlling her with its armor; all her actions were of her own volition.

While she quietly continued her activities, Wild Hunt shifted his attention to Syndra. He hadn't expected to waste so much time, so he told Syndra that the mission was over and asked her to leave first, lest she suddenly barge in and interrupt his good time.

With no worries, Wild Hunt finally began to fully enjoy the goddess's services. However, Morgana's experience was still somewhat lacking; while it felt good, it couldn't arouse his excitement and instead made him drowsy.

Morgana, however, was unaware of this. Her broad chest blocked her view, preventing her from noticing the Wild Hunt's expression.

Her mind was completely focused on that little tail. The already grotesque and rough thing swelled up even more under her caresses, its insides engorged with blood and hard as if it were about to burst open.

This must be incredibly painful, right? Morgana's empathy kicked in, and she suddenly realized that the Wild Hunt might not be intentionally trying to humiliate her, but rather was seeking relief from the pain caused by this evil object.

She was trying her best to soothe its rage. As her soft palm touched the rough heat, Morgana's thumb and forefinger unconsciously formed a circle and gently rubbed against the indentation right below the umbrella canopy.

She noticed that whenever she did this, her little tail would twitch in response, so it seemed to be effective.

But soon, Morgana became puzzled. Why had the little tail returned to its calm state, and its hardness had also decreased considerably?

Morgana silently began to search for the reason, and it was then that she noticed through the gap between her breasts that Wild Hunt had opened his eyes at some point and was staring at her with a questioning look.

A strange shyness welled up inside Morgana, and she blushed deeply under his gaze, quickly looking away. Then, she noticed that the Wild Hunt's eyes were mainly focused on her chest.

Although inexperienced, Morgana was very understanding and, after thinking for a moment, pressed down on him with her broad-mindedness.

The soft southern hemisphere completely blocked the view in an instant, conforming to the contours of the face and sealing off all airways. If the Wild Hunt's mouth and nose weren't just for show, it would definitely have struggled violently from suffocation.

However, he was not completely at the mercy of others. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and kept groping around until he found the quietly erect purple grape. He put it in his mouth and sucked on it hard, occasionally scraping it gently with his teeth and swallowing the non-existent breast milk.

"Isn't this just like a mother breastfeeding her baby?" Morgana was too embarrassed to speak, lacking the courage to stop Wild Hunt. But feeling the little tail whipping forcefully in her hand again, she realized that this might be the kind of stimulation Wild Hunt needed.

She simply let the hunter suckle her breasts, ignoring him even as he pressed his hands down and vigorously rubbed them. Despite being such a domineering and unreasonable person, he had a particular fondness for breasts, making him, in some ways, no different from a mischievous child.

Morgana focused on speeding up her manipulations, wholeheartedly soothing the throbbing muscles. Finally, with her tireless efforts, the swollen cap, now red like a volcano, erupted with a series of spasms, spewing out a large amount of scalding lava. In an instant, the cave was filled with the breath of life.

The white lava was everywhere, on Morgana's hands, her face and hair, but most of it landed on Wild Hunt's waist and abdomen.

Morgana cursed herself for being careless. Sure enough, Wild Hunt immediately told her to clean it up. She had no objection; it definitely needed cleaning up after all. Just as she was about to start, Wild Hunt's next request left her somewhat at a loss.

"While it's hot, use your mouth." Wild Hunt spat out a purple grape covered in glistening saliva, the bloody teeth marks around it indicating that he had used considerable force; it was a memento he left for Morgana.

However, this pain was insignificant now. Morgana looked at the still steaming slime and hesitated.

Isn't that the essence meant for procreation? To put it simply... she didn't even have a suitable word to describe the situation, and it would be strange to call it a waste.

Under that undeniable gaze, Morgana was finally forced to move. Unable to complete the action with Wild Hunt resting on her lap, she could only apologize and lay him flat on her skirt. Then, kneeling beside Wild Hunt, she bent down and extended her warm tongue to lick the white puff into her mouth, leaving a glistening sheen.

The moment it entered her mouth, a strong, fishy smell seemed to rush straight to her head, followed by a slightly sweet taste that irritated her throat. The taste was surprisingly acceptable. After licking the outer edge clean, Morgana aimed at the head of the penis, opened her full lips, adorned with black lip gloss, as wide as possible, and slowly took it into her mouth.

The familiar feeling returned—warm, tight, and moist, with a touch of awkwardness and cautious licking and entanglement… Seeing Morgana struggling to breathe, her eyes bulging upwards due to the size of her little tail, a wanton allure unconsciously blooming on her tear-stained face, Wild Hunt felt he should lend her a hand.

He grabbed Morgana's plump legs and made her straddle his head, so that in a perfect position he could see through the clouds and admire the crimson clouds flowing in the dark ravine.

Chapter 533 This is also pure love

The dark execution ground, this unknown corner, is a private space created by Morgana in the Shadowlands using the power of the Protoss. However, this place, usually used to punish prisoners, has now become a place for romance and pleasure.

The fallen angel, who had given up flying and decided to walk on the earth, remained naked in the center of the execution ground, surrounded by countless statues of tortured beings, serving her new master with all her might.

This was a desecration of her own dogma; her image as a wise saint was shattered at this moment, and no one would have imagined that the object of their repentance would be such a dissolute person.

However, Morgana also had her own reasons. In order to keep the Void outside the high walls, she resolutely chose to submit to the Wild Hunt. Her seemingly licentious behavior only highlighted her compassion.

However, some of the processes felt abrupt to her. For example, right now, Wild Hunt not only made her clean herself with her mouth, but also suddenly spread her legs apart and straddled his head without saying a word.

"what are you going to do?!"

Morgana finally spoke, her voice clearly flustered, but this time Wild Hunt responded with silence, which only made her more anxious.

She was now kneeling on the Wild Hunt's head in an extremely indecent posture, with everything she should and shouldn't see exposed to him, which was undoubtedly a great desecration for a goddess.

Her feigned question did not stop the mad hunter; instead, it emboldened him, as he spread her peach-shaped buttocks to examine the goddess's private treasures.

The purple twilight forest was exceptionally lush, filled with crooked, twisted trees. It was a dark, dense forest that even a piece of cloth could not conceal, and its vastness stretched all the way to two thick hills.

They have well protected and hidden the delicate area in the middle. Without parting the dense forest, one cannot clearly see the pink passage that is constantly contracting inside, and there seem to be a few curved hairs stuck to the moist flesh wall.

"A denser foliage is fine, but too much foliage affects the appearance, and it can be very painful if you accidentally get rubbed and caught in it."

Although the Wild Hunt didn't mention the main subject at all, Morgana somehow understood what he was saying, and quite vividly at that, causing a rare blush to rise on the tips of her ears.

Even worse, the Wild Hunt didn't stop at just observing; he kept bending her legs to make her sit down, seemingly wanting to take things further. Morgana initially resisted desperately, but then she realized she was already providing a similar service with her mouth, so she half-heartedly gave in. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

When one of her facial features was completely submerged in the soft crevice of flesh, her heart couldn't help but feel a violent tremor, as if something had exploded in her ears—she was actually riding naked on a man's face? How utterly depraved!

She could clearly feel that the prominent part was the bridge of her nose, one of her facial features, as it was inhaling the rich, sweet-smelling fragrance of blood from the deep valley. The airflow caused the liquid to evaporate, making the inner walls feel cool. Then, the warm breath exhaled from the nostrils hit the sensitive nerves, causing the clam to contract and secrete more mucus.

Morgana didn't know what to say about the Wild Hunt. He was so eager to dig into her privacy, not only wanting to see her shape but also wanting to smell her scent. If he liked tea so much, she might as well just pour him a cup of hot black tea!

However, she only thought about it; she would never actually commit such a childish act of revenge that would damage her mature image. Her indulgence would only embolden the Wild Hunt, who actually stuck out his tongue and started tasting it!

"No, it's dirty there!" Morgana said in a trembling voice.

The Wild Hunt answered with his actions: he didn't care.

He plunged into the dense forest, kissing, his nimble tongue diving directly into the fleshy clam, the salty, moist taste of the sea immediately exploding on his taste buds. A cavity formed between their lips, and each extraction produced an embarrassing sucking sound—what was there to suck?

Morgana quickly realized what he was sucking. Every lick of his tongue was teasing her sensitive nerves. Under the stimulation, her glands secreted a large amount of love fluid, soaking the surrounding forest. The fluid lay wet and stuck to the clam meat, doing nothing to prevent flooding.

Under constant stimulation, the hidden switch finally snapped open. Wild Hunt knew it was the most nerve-rich area in the vicinity, and everything he did was to draw it out. He immediately kissed her, teasing her relentlessly with licks, sucks, and gentle bites. The successive waves of pleasure left Morgana breathless and in a state of blissful ecstasy.

So this kind of thing can feel so good? She reciprocated, mimicking his oral skills based on her own experience, giving back 120% to Little Wild Hunt, wanting to make him feel good too. She had completely forgotten her initial resistance, treating it as a special exchange of favors.

Under her persuasive and irresistible charm, the mad hunter's waist tightened, and he poured her a full cup first. She then gushed out a torrent of fluids in a violent spasm, washing away the budding crimson within.

Morgana swallowed hard, accepting it all. Then, she turned around shakily and saw that Wild Hunt's face was covered with glistening love juice. She felt apologetic, and her throat began to dry. Ignoring the fishy smell in her mouth, she bent down and carefully licked it clean.

She thought it would end there, but to her surprise, the Wild Hunt sat up again, scooped up her plump buttocks, and placed them on his thighs. This time, Morgana didn't resist. Having tasted the sweetness, she actually cooperated by parting the purple fur that was blocking the Wild Hunt's view, and even personally pried open his thick, fleshy clam so that he could easily guide his little tail inside.

Morgana twisted her waist and sat down fully, the two of them becoming intimately intertwined without exchanging a word. The flesh walls writhed, the folds wrapping around the burning heat filling her lower abdomen, already taking on the other's shape.

This unspoken understanding captivated her, filling her with longing, as if they were lovers from a past life.

She suddenly thought that maintaining this passionate relationship wouldn't be so bad. Who says pure sex can't be pure love?

Morgana quickly banished her chaotic thoughts. The Wild Hunt had already wrapped his arms around her waist and was moving, his movements gentle, lifting her hips as he thrust, then letting them fall naturally. Her soft, plump, fragrant buttocks provided excellent cushioning; the Wild Hunt even had to spread her buttocks wide to achieve a seamless connection.

Her comprehension was also astonishing. She knew it was her turn to do something as soon as she was patted on the butt. She reached out and hugged the back of Wild Hunt's neck, twisting her waist back and forth like she was running an engine, grinding the lever all over every corner inside.

The soft, bouncy breasts became like a lone boat in a storm. No one had the hands to hold them up, and there was no bra to support them. They inevitably swayed violently in the wind and waves, pounding against the Wild Hunt's chest again and again.

They engaged in a silent, deep exchange. Although neither of them spoke, they both understood that the other was very satisfied with the union.

Wild Hunt took out the veil he had previously torn from Morgana's face, and she understood and put it back on.

With her vision blurred, Morgana suddenly felt that the other person seemed even more handsome, and couldn't help but lift a corner of her veil and kiss him with her still slightly swollen lips.

The intertwining of lips and tongues created another kind of wonderful sensation that touched her soul, causing her to involuntarily move her sealed wings, protecting the Wild Hunt as if it were her prey.

The whole process was quiet; she didn't moan like others, and these physical movements were her way of expressing her feelings.

Chapter 534 This is the real angel

The clouds dispersed and the rain ceased; he imparted all his knowledge. The dark execution ground fell silent once more; in this unknown corner, only two heavy, gradually calming breaths could be heard.

At the center of the execution ground, the fallen angel tightly embraced the repentant believer, like a loving mother embracing the latter with her broad bosom, responding to the yearning for tenderness with her own heartbeat.

Her folded wings completely concealed them, revealing only a beautiful jade back, the outline of her spine, and the legs of a man sitting beneath her.

Compared to the previous scene, Morgana now resembles a compassionate mother goddess. It's as if she sacrificed herself to appease the evil demon king, successfully converting him into her follower.

Afterwards, Morgana thoughtfully offered to clean Wild Hunt up, but he told her not to move. So the two lingered in that position for a while, with Wild Hunt's penis still twitching occasionally within her tight embrace, clearly indicating that she didn't want to let him go.

Among all the experiences I've had with Wild Hunt, this one was definitely one of the top three in terms of comfort.

Wild Hunt had expected Morgana to resist and had even prepared to blackmail her, but she was so cooperative that he couldn't even get the words he wanted to say and just enjoyed himself.

However, what needs to be said still needs to be said, but there's no need to use force and coercion to get answers anymore.

“Morgana.” The Wild Hunt suddenly spoke, lifting his head from between the giant peaks to look at her sorrowful face.

"Hmm?" Even through the veil, one could see a hint of seductive charm on her serene and peaceful face, indicating that she was truly in love.

“I can let you stay here, but only if you accept my Skin Armor’s loyalty to me.”

Wild Hunt needs to establish a stable anchor point in Demacia to facilitate future teleportation.

Lux didn't meet his requirements. Her family, the Crownguard, was the Demon Hunter's biggest partner, and the Wild Hunt didn't want to have to be sneaky every time he teleported.

Morgana, who lives alone in the deep mountains and forests, is a perfect fit, as she doesn't have to worry about attracting trouble.

Seeing Morgana's furrowed brow, Wild Hunt, fearing she might misunderstand, explained further: "Don't worry that you'll be shackled because of this. On the contrary, you'll gain more freedom than before. For example, you can hide those wings that you hate so much, so you can appear in public openly."

"Besides that, skin armor has many other benefits; concealing your magic is just the most basic function."

Upon hearing Wild Hunt's words, Morgana suddenly remembered. Syndra's magic also contained a great deal of pain, but she hadn't sensed it at all before the opponent attacked, concealing it extremely well. Moreover, theoretically, her Shadowflame could ignite Syndra's magic, but it was blocked by her armor, leaving her completely unharmed.

However, what ultimately drove Morgana to agree was her desire to understand the horrific scene she witnessed. If she could comprehend and master this power, perhaps she could keep the apocalypse outside the high walls.

“For the sake of this land I love, I promise you.” Morgana agreed with great conviction. She sat on Wild Hunt’s lap, looking down at him with an overwhelming sense of pressure from her chest.

"These words aren't spoken, they're said," Wild Hunt snorted. "Don't talk. If you'd like, just lift your butt and sit down."

Upon hearing this, Morgana, who had originally looked dignified and awe-inspiring, became shy and blushed again at the hint of flirtation.

As the Wild Hunt instructed, she placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage, lifted her plump buttocks, and then sat down deeply, causing her breasts to ripple and her hips to surge.

Wild Hunt controlled the rhythm, lifting the Kyoho grapes and sipping them every now and then, repeatedly asking: "Mei, have you thought about it? Lin, have you had time?"

"Are you willing to sacrifice yourself for those who have been abandoned and exiled?"

Please sit down! (I'd like to!)

"Are you willing to lie in order to reveal the truth?"

Please sit down a little longer! (I'd love to!)

"Would you rather people be treated fairly and justly than betray your sister?"

Sit down hard! (I'm willing!)

Wild Hunt asked several questions in a row, and although he received affirmative answers each time, Morgana's responses became more and more urgent and frequent, and another conflict erupted.

He became increasingly playful and his demands gradually became more outrageous, such as not being allowed to wear underwear when alone at home so that he could use her immediately. Morgana agreed to all of these without even thinking about it.

I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do… Soon, the cave was filled only with the continuous slapping sounds, the sound of Morgana's oars pounding as she sank into the sea of ​​desire.

The Wild Hunt seized the opportunity to complete the fusion, transforming Morgana into one of its familiars. The entire process was very quiet; she remained silent and restrained, only actively seeking kisses or gently flapping her wings when excited.

This was a win-win collaboration. Morgana's Protoss power expanded the Wild Hunt's hive space dozens of times in an instant, and the number of Hive Mothers it could accommodate reached a terrifying number.

From then on, he no longer possessed just a special force, but an entire legion and an arsenal!

He can now create the apocalyptic scene Morgana saw. Therefore, it was Morgana herself who gave the Wild Hunt this power that she deeply feared.

Morgana was completely unaware of this; she was also a beneficiary of the event, acquiring the Void Skin armor and gaining the favor of the Wild Hunt.

“Morgana, you satisfy me.” Wild Hunt picked Morgana up and stood up, then slowly put her legs back on the ground.

"Are you leaving?" Morgana was reluctant to let go of him, revealing her true nature as a lustful woman.

Wild Hunt grinned: "I'll be back to see you soon, and I'll be bringing a guest with me. I need you to help me tell a little lie."

After saying this, Wild Hunt left. His departure was also quite peculiar; he merged directly into Morgana's armor, as if he remained within her.

Although he could appear anytime and play a game with Morgana, the latter is too enthusiastic. Rather than striking while the iron is hot, letting things cool down for a while would actually help solidify the relationship.

After confirming that the Wild Hunt had truly left, Morgana felt a pang of loss. This shared feeling was so poignant that it was hard to look back.

The experience just now felt like a dream, full of unreality. But the armor I'm wearing proves that it all really happened.

As she touched her lower abdomen, she suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to record this experience.

Wild Hunt told her she could use skin armor to cover her wings and become invisible. Without even trying, she removed the skin armor and felt inspiration flowing out from between her legs like white fluid. She squeezed her legs together and hurriedly picked up a hammer and chisel to carve a statue, wanting to remember this feeling and not wanting to erase it.

And so, Morgana didn't even have time to put on her clothes, working tirelessly for three days and three nights until she finally sculpted a piece that satisfied her.

She sculpted the scene that left the deepest impression on her during her interaction with the Wild Hunt—a fallen angel tightly embracing a repentant believer, like a loving mother embracing the latter with her broad bosom. The folded wings completely concealed them, revealing only a magnificent jade back, the outline of the spine, and the legs of a man sitting beneath her.

Morgana believes that the statue perfectly captures the feminine grace and the mother goddess's inclusiveness, and is a perfect replica of the atmosphere at the time, which is undoubtedly a positive promotion of her image.