Mo Xingyun was overjoyed.
He had never expected such a chance.
As a young man full of vigor he had already fallen for her beauty.
His fellow disciples openly spoke their lewd thoughts and vowed they would kiss her.
Every time they came back they would fantasize about this incredibly sexy female master of the demonic sect and masturbate several times before they were satisfied.
Mo Xingyun looked down on his fellow disciples’ lewd talk, but in secret he admired the Demon Queen too.
The young man’s heart yearned for her voluptuous, fiery body.
He often fantasized about erotic scenes of the two of them rolling in bed.
Now the dream had come true, and his lust burned fierce.
He knelt before her, his eyes on her beautiful feet in phoenix-patterned high heels and black stockings.
Excited, he cupped her plump, fleshy right leg in his hand, licked the stockinged instep peeking from under the high heel, then slowly took off the Demon Queen’s high heel and drew a deep breath of the scent inside.
There was no sweaty odor in the golden high heel.
Instead a faint, pleasant fragrance drifted toward him.
“Holy Mother, your feet smell so good…” Mo Xingyun could not help saying it.
He trembled as he caressed the beautiful legs and feet of the enchanting queen and breathed in the fragrance from her high heels as he spoke.
The Enchantress looked at the young man’s pious and somewhat ridiculous actions with a seductive face.
She lay back, gently raised her jade-like legs, and giggled, as if she were playing with a toy with her feet.
Mo Xingyun swallowed hard, then took the phoenix-patterned high heel from her plump, delicate foot and set it on the ground.
Her fair, delicate feet, painted with red nail polish and wrapped in black stockings, swayed seductively in the air.
To Mo Xingyun they looked utterly lewd.
Her feet in black stockings were warm and smooth like jade, clean and neat, with full, smooth heels and slender, delicate toes, the red nail polish gleaming.
He brought his face close to the Demon Queen’s beautiful feet, drew a deep breath, and shamelessly breathed in their scent.
The faint fragrance mixed with the smell of the stockings drove him to breathe even harder.
He reached out and took the Demon Queen’s soft, plump, silk-stockinged feet, gently caressing and kneading them, feeling their softness, tenderness, and unique fleshiness.
“Giggle…” The Demon Queen let out a triumphant moan.
Mo Xingyun then put out his tongue and began to lick and kiss large stretches of her tender soles.
He tore open a section of the black stockings in the center of her soles with his teeth and tasted the beautiful woman’s white, tender feet directly with his tongue.
His tongue licked down the soles to her heels and left a glistening trail of moisture on the stockings.
A ticklish feeling spread through her feet.
The Demon Queen watched with hazy, seductive eyes as Mo Xingyun licked her beautiful feet.
A seductive, wanton smile sat on her lips.
Looking at the plump, fleshy heels of the mature woman, Mo Xingyun opened his mouth wide and took the Demon Queen’s heel into his mouth, sucking hard through the black stockings, his tongue licking broadly.
His other hand gently caressed and kneaded her stockinged feet, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, now and then stroking her delicate toes, then bringing his fingers to his nose to smell them before sucking and licking the mature beauty’s soft, fragrant feet even more vigorously.
The Enchantress had not expected this man to be so skilled at licking.
A slight tremor of pleasure ran through her.
Her fiery eyes stayed on the muscular, bare-chested man kneeling before her.
His youthful, athletic body made her a little infatuated.
She licked her slightly dry red lips with her tongue.
Her toes, painted with scarlet nail polish, curled hard as she endured the pleasure of his vigorous sucking and licking.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught the large bulge between his legs.
Mo Xingyun was caught by the Demon Queen’s intoxicating fragrance and delicate feet.
He licked her soles, arches, and smooth, full heels with passion, pinched her five slender white toes, and slowly pried them apart.
Through her black stockings he slipped his tongue between her toes and gently licked her soft, slightly damp toes, tasting the subtle fragrance of her plump white toes.
Now and then he pressed her black-stockinged feet against his face, rubbing and kissing them to feel their delicate smoothness and softness.
The Enchantress tilted her head back and moaned softly, “Mmm… mmm…” A tingling, itchy pleasure ran from her silk-stockinged feet straight into her heart.
Her round black-stockinged thighs trembled and swayed.
She twisted gently and showed the snow-white, plump flesh at the base of her full thighs, the part the stockings did not cover.
Mo Xingyun could not help looking at the Enchantress’s slightly exposed private parts.
The cloth under her skirt was a provocative transparent lace.
Through that transparent lace her thick black pubic hair was clearly visible.
The Enchantress’s private parts were swollen and bulging, wrapped tight in her panties.
Sparse black pubic hair showed from the side and sparsely covered her crotch.
The black and white against her fair, tender thighs made the sight extremely lewd.
Mo Xingyun watched the mature, voluptuous woman hold such a seductive, wanton pose, and his penis became fully erect in his trousers with excitement.
He was no longer satisfied with only her delicate silk-stockinged feet.
He licked and kissed her long, slender legs through the stockings with passion, starting from her tight, slender calves and slowly moving up to her thighs.
Then he rubbed his face hard against her plump, round black-stockinged thighs, caressing and kneading them with force.
The Enchantress’s delicate body trembled a little.
Her ample breasts heaved and swayed.
Her eyes were full of seductive allure as she looked at him.
Her voice was sweet and seductive.
“You little rascal… you have made my legs weak from licking… a little higher…”
Mo Xingyun, burning with lust, cupped her thighs in his hands.
His tongue licked along the edge of her stockings to her inner thighs and sucked on the snow-white flesh along the lace, leaving wet stains.
He looked up and saw the sheer lace panties under her skirt covering her plump mons pubis.
Her vulva showed faintly, seeping with lustful fluids, giving off a rich, mature woman’s scent.
He gasped, “Holy Mother… you smell so good here…”
The ambiguous lust between them kept rising.
The Demon Queen’s pet silver dragon was unusually obedient and quiet, lying on the artificial hill, its small dragon eyes fixed on the lewd scene, as if it could understand.
Just then the Enchantress chuckled in a light, frivolous way, rose, and gently pushed away Mo Xingyun’s head, which had been kissing and wrapping around her beautiful legs.
She drew her pink legs back under her skirt, put on her high heels, and said in a flat voice, “All right.
That is enough for today.”
Mo Xingyun knelt on the ground, still panting, and looked at the enchanting woman before him.
Her face had gone cold again.
His eyes were full of loss.
The Enchantress leaned closer.
A fragrant scent washed over him.
Her large, round breasts pressed against his chest.
The waves of her flesh made a sensual curve under the thin veil.
She kissed his forehead with her lush, full red lips, then pressed her face to his, playfully nibbled his earlobe, and whispered softly in his ear, “Serve me well.
Go and kill that man, and I will not mistreat you…”
After that she set her palms on his shoulders.
Black mist surged from her palms and quickly wrapped his whole body.
Mo Xingyun felt a chilling force enter his meridians.
He realized the Demon Queen was about to pass power to him, so he quickly circulated his internal energy to take it in.
The Demon Queen gave a soft shout.
The fog thickened all at once.
His internal energy surged.
His meridians throbbed with a dull ache.
In no time the black fog faded.
The Demon Queen drew her hand back.
Her alluring eyes sparkled.
She said, “This Hidden Dragon Demon Art is a secret technique of our sect.
I will teach it to you.
This demon art can be started with internal energy to hide your form and your sound.
It can also hide your aura for a short time, so it is easier to get close and kill an enemy.
You must use it well.”
Mo Xingyun knelt on one knee and said with respect, “Thank you, Holy Mother, for this gift.
Xing’er will certainly not fail you!”
The Enchantress straightened, swaying her hips with grace as she stood.
She looked down at Mo Xingyun’s face and said in a coquettish tone, “As long as you do things well, you will naturally taste my flavor then.
Hehehe…!”
After that she gave him a firm kiss with her full red lips.
Her fragrant tongue gently explored and lingered with his tongue for a moment, sucking on his lips and leaving sweet, glistening saliva, before she drew back from his mouth.
Mo Xingyun still smelled her sweet scent on his lips.
His penis was so hard it hurt.
Lust and awe mixed in him.
He admired this goddess who was both his foster mother and a goddess even more.
He felt he could give his life just to kiss her.
He drew a deep breath to calm his tangled feelings, stood, and walked out of Evil Moon Palace.
Torches flickered outside.
The guards stood at attention.
When they saw him come out they all bowed their heads in respect.
Mo Xingyun drew another breath, used his lightness skill to go down the stone steps like a ghost, and vanished into the darkness of the cave.
A moment of quiet returned to Evil Moon Palace.
Only the candlelight made a soft crackle.
The Demon Queen leaned lazily against a soft couch, her jade fingers tapping the armrest.
Suddenly a barely visible shadow twitched in the corner of the hall.
An old, hoarse voice rang out, carrying a chilling air.
“It seems you are becoming more and more interested in him.”
The Demon Queen’s alluring smile did not change.
She said in a coquettish voice, “Grand Ancestor, you seem to be in quite a good mood, watching from the side the whole time?
Do I have to report everything to you when I teach my disciples?”
A tall figure wrapped in a wide black robe slowly came out of the shadows.
It was the Evil Ancestor.
He tapped his crow-headed cane on the ground.
The sound was dull.
His face stayed hidden under the hood.
Only two points of eerie light flickered beneath it.
“This boy is crucial to our grand plan, so I will naturally keep a close eye on him.”
The Evil Ancestor’s voice was completely calm.
He said in a low tone, “You have been more generous than I expected, passing the Hidden Dragon Demon Art to him today.”
The Demon Queen chuckled.
Her voice was like silver bells, but a chill sat under it.
“Ancestor, you jest.
Xing’er was raised by me.
If I do not love him, who will I love?
Besides, if you want a horse to run, you have to give it some fodder, right?
Otherwise why would he willingly risk his life for us?”
She paused, then changed the subject.
Her alluring eyes narrowed a little.
“But I am somewhat curious.
Ancestor, you value this child so highly.
What is so special about him that you go to such lengths?
Could it be… related to that thing?”
After a moment of silence the Evil Ancestor said slowly, “Do not ask questions you should not ask.
You only need to know that he is a key link in resurrecting the Demon Emperor, and also our hope of breaking free of our present shackles.
Train him well.
Make him work for you and for us.
Do not have improper thoughts.
Do not let him know too many things he should not know.
His use far exceeds your imagination.”
The Demon Queen smiled.
Her red lips curved up.
She said sweetly, “Ancestor, you jest.
Xing’er was raised by me, so naturally he belongs to me.
As for my thoughts… I only hope the Demon Emperor will recover soon, so that we can see the light of day again.
Is that not right?
But…”
She drew out the word.
“Grand Ancestor, please do not forget that I am not a pawn to be moved as you please.”
The eerie light under the Evil Ancestor’s hood flickered.
He gave a cold snort.
“Hmph.
I hope so.
Remember your place, and remember our agreement.
Do not disappoint me.”
With that the Evil Ancestor’s figure vanished into the shadows again, as if he had never been there.
Only that chilling aura had not fully faded.
The smile on the Enchantress’s face slowly died.
A cold light flashed in her alluring eyes.
She gave a soft snort and whispered, “You old fool.
Just you wait and see.”
Then she stretched.
With a few alluring clicks of her high heels she walked behind the screen, her fragrance filling the air.
The black lace skirt of the Enchantress billowed.
The tightly wrapped silk skirt swayed and showed a voluptuous wave of fleshy buttocks.
Her round, plump buttocks swayed from side to side.
Her graceful figure disappeared, leaving only the seductive afterimage of her long, voluptuous black-stockinged legs.
The silver dragon let out a sharp shriek and followed the Demon Queen.
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Not long after Mo Xingyun left, a slender, graceful figure arrived in silence.
The man was dressed in black.
His face was handsome but sinister.
It was none other than his junior brother, Minglong.
He hid in the shadows of the stone wall and watched Mo Xingyun vanish into the distance.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes.
He muttered, “You bastard, Duanxing.
You have won the Holy Mother’s favor again.
I will see what you got out of her!”
Minglong had been raised in the demonic sect since childhood.
He was lewd and lustful by nature and had long coveted the beauty of the Demon Queen Yin Luoyan.
Whenever he saw her voluptuous body he could not help fantasizing about pinning her down and ravishing her.
But the Demon Queen spoiled Mo Xingyun, and that fed his jealousy and hate.
Hearing that she had summoned Mo Xingyun alone, his itch grew worse.
He decided to follow and find out what was going on.
He circulated his inner energy, hid his figure, and quietly climbed the stone steps, heading straight for Evil Moon Palace.
The palace was heavily guarded.
Minglong dared not go close.
He circled to a hidden crevice in the stone beside the palace and listened hard.
After the Demon Queen left, the palace was silent.
Just as he was about to go, he suddenly heard the clack-clack-clack of high heels from deep inside the palace, along with a familiar, charming laugh.
His heart jumped.
He held his breath and peered through the crack in the stone.