Void Beetle Evolution Guide

After realizing that she seemed to have triggered some kind of bodily mechanism, Leona's movements unconsciously became more aggressive, demanding more wonderful feedback from Diana.

"You should have noticed something bulging in your hand, right? Gently knead and pull it, don't block it, let me see it."

Leona kneaded the dough and found the two prominent nipples the Wild Hunt had mentioned. She gently pinched them, and Diana, exposed to the Wild Hunt's gaze, immediately trembled and withdrew her tongue.

It was an interesting reaction; she immediately followed and chased after Diana, changing the subject. She had initiated the first kiss, but Diana immediately returned it—such shy behavior was rare.

"Give me one hand, there's more excitement to come."

Leona glanced at Wild Hunt, hesitated for a moment, then reached out her hand, inviting him to lead her through the deepest place.

A man's strong, thick fingers touched her, causing Leona's hands to tremble as if electrocuted. He pulled her to the entrance of Moonshadow Garden, searching for that delicate bud.

With just a gentle press, Diana in her arms immediately clenched her hips. She pinched the bud between two fingers, lifting it slightly, constantly teasing the Valkyrie's sensitive nerves.

Leona thought that was enough, but the Wild Hunt pressed down harder, ravaging her weak points. Diana immediately arched her back and started shaking her hips. But she wasn't resisting; Leona could feel it. It was a fierce response, her breath hotter than ever.

"Put your hand inside and feel it for yourself, and you'll discover a whole new world."

Wild Hunt pressed Leona's fingers inside again. A large amount of wetness had already flooded the garden, and the crystal-clear liquid stained her thighs. It wasn't too difficult for both of their fingers to squeeze in together.

Diana was less resistant to Leona's exploration, but still somewhat taken aback. In her excitement, her waist began to twitch. Leona felt the surrounding flesh walls writhing, creating a suction that lured her fingers deeper.

It was warm and slippery inside. Leona put a finger in her mouth to feel it carefully, and found that the covering below was much denser than she had imagined. As soon as she pulled her finger out, Diana took the initiative to suck the moistness clean.

As if a switch had been flipped, she became sexually frustrated. No wonder Wild Hunt said that Diana needed her to achieve the best state of mind-body harmony.

Wild Hunt went through the tutorial with Leona briefly, and she immediately began to explore on her own. She was a diligent and exemplary student, and all the teachers liked her.

Five fingers grasped the swaying flower chamber, easily sinking into its plump softness, wantonly kneading it into a lewd shape. The small hands were not to be outdone, one hand kneading the engorged and protruding flower core, while the other hand constantly flicked the pink bud, injecting pleasure into this gradually melting flesh.

He wasn't idle either; he inserted his fingers into Leona's honeypot and gently stirred them.

This was both to let her personally experience the wonderful feelings he brought to Diana, giving her a deeper understanding of what he was doing, and also to prepare her for future endeavors. (The last sentence is a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

Both were so engrossed in their own activities that they didn't notice Wild Hunt's subtle actions, but that's unlikely; perhaps they were simply too engrossed in the thrill to expose him.

Meanwhile, the moon maiden Larun, who was spying in the ancient temple, had widened her eyes.

Seeing the two Protoss beings lost in the sea of ​​desire, displaying such blissful expressions, she too, driven by some inexplicable impulse, began to grope herself.

Following the Wild Hunt tutorial, she reached up with one hand to grab a large expanse of white, smooth skin, while the other hand couldn't resist slipping under her skirt to touch her private parts.

She was immediately jolted, her expression turning even more astonished—

"How could it be...so wet...and when I touched it just now...it felt...so strange..."

Laluen bit her lower lip, not taking her hand away, but continuing to gently caress and feel it.

"So this place can evoke such a captivating feeling?"

"I must be insane to watch two Protoss beings commit such blasphemous acts!"

"It's strange, but it seems a bit...unstoppable...hmm~"

And so, under the influence of the heinous Wild Hunt, another woman found herself amusing herself on the moon of the spiritual realm.

Chapter 615 Giving Away Hands

As the sun rose, the power of the Celestials began to fill Leona's body. The symptoms of the Nightbloom poison had completely disappeared, and she felt full of power again.

However, at this moment she was already engrossed in exploring her lover's body, completely forgetting about resisting.

Under the Wild Hunt's patient persuasion, Leona has come to believe that Diana's senses have been numbed by the pain caused by the flower poison. To completely detoxify, she needs a pleasure several times more intense than usual to overpower the pain, ushering in a state of great harmony that allows the toxins to recede from her body like the tide.

Therefore, she focused intently on exploring Diana's body, following the basic steps taught to her by the Wild Hunt, constantly plucking and playing as if she were a melodious human musical instrument.

Their focused, almost oblivious attitude even made Diana slightly annoyed. Why did they have to pose so seductively for a third person to see?

During this time, the Wild Hunt casually stroked their bodies, paying particular attention to their groin area, which was one of the sources of Diana's dissatisfaction.

She hadn't even had a chance to touch Leona properly herself, and now a stranger had groped her completely. Besides, Leona was so engrossed in the act that she didn't resist at all, letting the Wild Hunt grope her.

When two women are together, neither their fidelity nor their possessiveness can compare to the division of labor between a man and a woman.

A soft, passionate moan escaped her throat. Under the combined caresses of Leona and the Wild Hunt, the continuous tingling sensations made Diana tremble violently. Her constantly writhing and contracting flesh was ready to welcome the visitors, adjusted to its most sensitive state.

"That's about enough." Wild Hunt suddenly gave the order, saying to Leona, who was a little annoyed at being interrupted, "This is all a woman can do. Now it's my turn."

"..." She didn't speak, her gaze fixed on the bulging, veiny, enormous thing. The image of intercourse between their private parts floated into her mind, and she suddenly felt curious about what kind of satisfaction it would feel to have that thing inserted into her body.

Why did she think of herself first? Shouldn't she be targeting Diana? Leona quickly banished this absurd thought from her mind.

Actually, Wild Hunt had just inserted his fingers into her area and pressed for a while. Although it felt good, she could feel her body instinctively craving a more masculine filling and infusion, just like what her gaze was currently focused on.

"Stop staring at my crotch. Leona, do you know that the heat of your gaze is stronger than the midday sun? My big bird is practically roasted by you."

Wild Hunt's sarcastic remark made the curious Leona blush, and she abruptly turned her head to the other side, hiding from two people. She was truly sorry for unknowingly using Protoss powers, and it was embarrassing to be discovered.

Then he said, "This is the final step of the treatment. Now, spread Diana's legs open; I'm going to detoxify her."

At this point, Leona seemed somewhat hesitant.

To ask her to hand over Diana would be too humiliating. But to spare Diana from further torment, she had no choice but to accept it.

With trembling hands, she reached for the no longer private area, her slender index fingers like a traitor opening the temple gates for the enemy, vaguely revealing the overflowing, deep secret passages inside.

The tender, moist flesh was both soft and firm. Diana's unease caused it to contract incessantly in resistance against Leona's betrayal, writhing and oozing a crystalline substance tinged with blood. It was the remnant blood left when the Wild Hunt first stormed in; this second time, he intended to carry out a thorough cleansing.

"Why don't you open it a little wider? What, you're already feeling sorry for him?" Wild Hunt said somewhat discontentedly, demanding that Leona open the door to Diana a little wider so that his great general could go in.

To ensure Leona could execute his orders accurately, he demonstrated them himself, but the teaching material he used was Leona herself.

The soft, ripe white peach, along with its juicy, thick clam meat, was pried open by the Wild Hunt with his thumb. Leona's output was no less than Diana's, and the conditions inside were equally unfavorable, requiring immediate clearing.

Some feelings can only be understood by women. The sudden stimulation made Leona feel the same way. She used four fingers to pry open Diana's famous genitals, revealing her most beautiful shape.

"Hmm. That's more like it. You must remember that Diana is my patient, and everything I'm having you do is to relieve her from her suffering."

Wild Hunt, holding the dragon's head, was about to insert it when he suddenly stopped, under Leona's wide-eyed gaze.

Thinking that her gaze had burned the other person again, Leona quickly turned her head, only to hear Wild Hunt say to her, "Leona, you put it in."

"Huh? Me?" She thought she had misheard, then flew into a rage: "Don't push your luck!"

She'd already given her lover away, and Wild Hunt still wasn't satisfied. If she were a man, she wouldn't have bothered with all that; she'd just take over herself.

"You're standing so close together, what if you accidentally slip down there? Do you need to detox too?" Mad Hunter sneered, making everyone furious.

"hateful……"

Leona gritted her teeth and reached for the muscular, hard rage. The hot, hard object felt incredibly solid in her hand, far superior to the leather-wrapped hilt of the Blade of Destiny, as if it had been designed for this purpose.

This extremely masculine and powerful weapon was so hot that Leona only dared to gently pinch the swollen and engorged spearhead with two fingers, and even then, her cheeks were burning red.

Diana noticed her unusual behavior and, unable to speak, gave her a disapproving look. Leona looked away in shame, then held the tip of her gun against the excessively wet entrance.

With a thrust of his hips, the filthy spear once again plunged into the profaned temple. Diana almost immediately arched her back, raised her chin, and opened her eyes in an exaggerated arc, allowing Leona, who was pressed against her, to see everything clearly. "You Lin, are you free? You Lin, are you here...?"

Her body had become much more sensitive after the treatment, and the pleasure from the second filling far surpassed that of the first. The electric-like tingling sensation made her tremble all over. It felt so good that she even felt she had been cheated out of everything, letting Wild Hunt ravage her for so long while her senses were numbed by the flower poison, wasting so much pleasure.

Diana's soft buttocks tightened instantly, becoming as hard as a rock, and even Leona below could feel Diana's exertion.

She couldn't imagine how wonderful that moment must have felt, because she neither possessed the evil artifacts of the Wild Hunt nor was she the one the Wild Hunt sought to heal; she could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded before her eyes.

A strange thirst gripped her, as if all the moisture had been drained from her mouth. Leona suddenly remembered the techniques the Wild Hunt had taught her about increasing sensitivity, and then applied them to herself.

Chapter 616 A Sea of ​​Desire Surges

What happened before was just the beginning. The Wild Hunt was merely securing territory; the real purge was yet to come.

He bent down and kissed Diana forcefully, but the two Valkyries would certainly not allow him to defile the last sanctuary.

Leona even stopped praying, reaching out her restless little hands to block the Wild Hunt. Diana, too, tightly shut her mouth, determined to defend the last bastion of peace.

The Wild Hunt easily thwarted their defenses, bypassing Leona's arm and sticking his thumb into her mouth to pin her cheek. Leona immediately struggled to break free from this humiliating oppression.

Meanwhile, Diana pinched her jaw muscles, which were tense, and her mouth naturally opened.

While Leona was still trying to break free with her hands, the Wild Hunt had already thrust his tongue into Diana's warm mouth. His nimble tongue swirled and greedily explored every area it could reach, filling her nostrils with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance.

Diana tried to resist, but weakened, she was no match for the Wild Hunt and quickly succumbed to its superior skill. The sensations the Wild Hunt gave her were incomparable to anything Leona could ever experience.

Her upper mouth was blocked, but her lower mouth was forced open. The medicine to relieve her pain was thrust into her wet and warm passage, filling it completely. With the thrusting of the mad hunter's waist, she let out uncontrollable moans.

Seeing Diana so easily succumb to the Wild Hunt, revealing an unprecedentedly dazed expression, Leona felt a complex mix of emotions, tears welling up in her eyes.

There was a sadness of anger at their lack of ambition, and an unease of fearing that her love would be stolen away... but more than anything, there was jealousy arising from looking into those bewildered eyes.

Yes, jealousy.

Because they were both women, she was able to understand from Diana's expression what the latter was going through, and that the immense pleasure was not something she had brought to the latter, which was why she was jealous.

At the same time, she was also resentful that only Diana could enjoy this immense happiness, while she had to remain chaste for this relationship and could only watch longingly, which is why she was jealous.

Jealousy is a woman's underlying logic; even with her lover, sometimes they don't want their partner to eat better than they do.

Unless... the flower poison returns to her body, allowing the Wild Hunt to heal her once more. Are you free, Lin? Are you in the forest?

Wild Hunt braced himself with one hand on the ground, his entire weight pressing down on the two of them as he thrust, the impact traveling through Diana's body to Leona's. Even though the impact was mostly absorbed by her soft buttocks, Leona could still feel waves of strong and frequent force hitting her.

Diana seemed to have fallen in love with the Wild Hunt's lips and tongue, and without realizing it, she wrapped her arms around the back of the Wild Hunt's neck, wanting to continue their passionate lovemaking.

Her lover's lips and teeth had been taken, and her chest and lower body were blocked from being touched. Unable to bear the loneliness, Leona could only suck on the thumb that Wild Hunt had stuffed into her mouth.

Just then, Wild Hunt placed his hand, which was bracing itself on the ground, on top of her hand, which had nowhere to go. She read the invitation in his eyes and intertwined her fingers with his.

Coincidentally, Diana, seemingly afraid that she had been forgotten, reached out and took Leona's other hand, which gave Leona a strange sense of happiness, as if she were also a part of it.

After a brief moment of passion, Wild Hunt suddenly stopped. Her body was completely ablaze, and to stop abruptly at this point would be to let the burning desire consume her mind.

"Change your position, let Leona see how wanton you are."

Diana was already delirious from the fever and didn't care about the Wild Hunt's contemptuous words. She turned around cooperatively and lay on top of Leona on all fours, just like at the beginning.

Leona was still somewhat lucid, pleading with her eyes for Diana not to be so submissive, but the latter's gaze could no longer be focused on Leona's face.

Wild Hunt abruptly grabbed Diana's arms from behind, causing a massive avalanche of white flesh to fall from her chest, exposing her ample breasts to the air. With the soul-stirring impact, they swayed up and down, vaguely tracing circular paths.

The milky white snowflakes were flung onto Leona's face. As she was on the verge of tears, she saw the Wild Hunt's large hand reach out from the side and grab her swaying flower garden. Its five fingers easily sank into the plump softness and wantonly kneaded it into a lewd shape.

Less than ten centimeters from her trembling pupils, she could see even the tiny opening on the nipple clearly. Her wild hands fluttered over the tender bud, pulling it up and gently scraping it with her sharp nails, making a soft scraping sound.

Under this meticulous observation, Leona was so shocked that her mind went blank. Then the Wild Hunt pulled Diana back into his arms and held her, letting her see the glistening, intoxicated smile on her lips.

The wider field of vision also allowed her to notice the point where the two were joined, and the visual impact there was ten times stronger! Her gaze gradually became lost in the passionate and wild intercourse between the two.

As she put herself in Diana's shoes, imagining the feeling of the huge rod being inserted into her body, she unconsciously began to review the imagery.

Perhaps due to increased sensitivity from stimulation, Diana's passage became noticeably wetter, and each thrust caused a significant tightening of the folds and a trembling of her delicate body.

Feeling the impact on her buttocks, the hard heat filling her flesh, and the ravages on her chest and lips, Diana felt herself being lifted to the clouds step by step.

"don't want!!!--"

A long-suppressed moan escaped from deep within her throat, as she fully unleashed her desires. Her forbidden relationship with the third party fueled her lust, and amidst uncontrollable screams, she reached the climax with Wild Hunt.

Wild Hunt growled, felt a numbness in his waist, bent down, and pressed his soft, delicate body against Leona in the cramped space, both of them lying on top of each other.

After the intense final scene featuring both of them, Leona felt a string snap, as if she had touched the threshold of that realm.

"This feeling...am I...going to break down...?"

Leona's remaining rationality made her quickly pull her finger away, and she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Diana, you just spoke! Are you... all better?!"

Afterwards, Diana was like a stranded fish, trying to correct her disordered breathing, only managing a couple of twitches in response.

Wild Hunt explained for her: "She's still in the throes of orgasm and can't speak, but the flower poison has definitely been expelled. Do you want to check her out? It's a complete mess inside right now."

His malicious smile sent chills down Leona's spine. Determined to investigate thoroughly, she had the Wild Hunt pull out medical instruments coated in a glistening oil, then spread Diana's legs and made her kneel down for a proper examination.

The cream puffs were indeed a complete mess, so much so that just one glance would make anyone envious, and she dared not look at them for long. However, there was indeed a puddle of water on the blanket beneath Diana, with many dewdrops clinging to the tips of the fur.

The tent was filled with a decadent atmosphere, even overpowering the scent of herbs. She was somewhat curious about the smell of the liquids, but considering their potent poison, she chose to stay away.

Just then, she felt a pair of hands grip her buttocks from behind, holding her firmly like a pair of pliers, and the still-hot cannon barrel, which had just been fired, was placed on her gun carriage.

"What do you want to do?!" Leona shouted in alarm. She had expected the Wild Hunt to attack her, but she hadn't anticipated it would happen so soon.

"You think you can escape this by sticking your ass out like that?" Wild Hunt slapped her, the violently trembling, plump buttocks making a crisp echo.

“I saw the desire churning in your eyes long ago. Just pretend to resist for a bit. True wholeness isn't about physical perfection but mental health. I'll put in the last piece of the puzzle and show you both what love is…”

Chapter 617 Laluen is exposed

Just as Diana collapsed, Wild Hunt felt something being rapidly pulled away from her body. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the initial statement.)