Chapter 661 The Demonic Empress Wipes the Sacred Milk from Her Eyes

Chapter 661: Chapter 661 The Demonic Empress Wipes the Sacred Milk from Her Eyes

Yang Yixue looked at her three disciples one last time.

"You should all get some rest. We have a long road ahead of us."

The three goddesses nodded.

"Yes, Master."

Yang Yixue then turned around and continued toward her chamber.

She didn’t need to explain anything further.

Her disciples were ancient beings themselves.

They understood her choice, and more importantly, they trusted her.

As Yang Yixue disappeared into her room, the three goddesses remained standing in the corridor.

For several breaths, nobody spoke.

Then the Flame Goddess finally broke the silence.

"...Our master really doesn’t hesitate once she makes up her mind."

The Shadow Goddess smiled.

"She waited millions of years for someone to save her. Why would she hesitate now?"

The Sun Goddess glanced toward the closed door.

"More importantly, she looks happier than she has in a very long time."

The other two fell silent.

That was indeed the most important thing.

Their master had suffered enough.

If Lin Feng could give her a peaceful and happy future, then they would support her decision without question.

The Flame Goddess suddenly grinned.

"Well, since Master has already taken the lead..."

The Shadow Goddess immediately looked at her suspiciously.

"What are you thinking?"

The Flame Goddess laughed.

"Nothing."

But the mischievous sparkle in her eyes clearly suggested otherwise.

The Sun Goddess could only shake her head.

"Let’s go. We’ll discuss it tomorrow."

The three goddesses finally returned to their own rooms.

And for the first time in countless years, Yang Yixue slept without the fear of waking up inside eternal ice.

Her past was finally behind her.

***

The next night arrived much as the previous one had, the quiet of the room broken only by the soft rustle of clothing and the steady, measured breathing of the man lying on the bed.

Yang Yixue took the final slot in caring for Lin Feng without hesitation this time.

The familiarity of the task had stripped away some of the earlier awkwardness, though a residual nervousness still fluttered low in her stomach as she approached.

She started with her hands, just as before.

Her slender fingers wrapped around the thick, heavy cock that rested against his thigh, still so hard and warm beneath her touch.

She stroked slowly at first, testing the weight of him, the way the dense shaft thickened further under her palm.

Confidence grew with every pass of her hand. She tightened her grip slightly, thumb gliding over the broad head, spreading the clear bead of fluid that had begun to gather there.

The skin was hot, the veins prominent under her fingertips.

She worked him with steady, deliberate strokes until he was fully rigid, the massive length standing upright and demanding.

Then she leaned down.

Yang Yixue hesitated only a moment before parting her lips and taking the swollen head into her mouth.

The stretch was immediate and intense. She thought her lips might tear from the strain.

Even with her jaw forced as wide as it would go, she could barely fit the massive head past her lips.

The thick shaft filled her tight mouth completely, pressing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth at once.

Saliva welled up almost at once, forced to the corners of her stretched lips.

She made a soft, muffled lewd sound.

"Hmmmp..." and closed her eyes, concentrating. Still, she persevered.

She forced herself to take more of him, inch by careful inch, while her tongue worked along the underside.

The heavy weight of his cock pressed down on her tongue, the taste of clean skin and the faint salt of his arousal filling her senses.

Her free hand remained wrapped around the base she could not yet reach, stroking in time with the shallow bobbing of her head.

Every time she tried to sink lower, her throat tightened in protest, and she had to ease back, breathing carefully through her nose.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the effort, but she did not stop.

She adjusted her angle, tilting her head, and tried again.

This time she managed to take a little more, the broad head nudging the soft palate at the back of her mouth.

Her tongue pressed firmly along the thick underside vein, stroking in slow, deliberate sweeps.

Spit dripped from her chin onto the sheets. The wet sounds of her mouth working him filled the quiet room... soft, lewd, and constant.

Lin Feng’s breathing grew heavier above her.

She felt the subtle tensing of the muscles in his thighs, the way his cock twitched against her tongue.

Encouraged, she redoubled her efforts, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing as she pulled back almost to the tip before sinking down again.

Her jaw ached. Her lips felt swollen and overstretched.

Still she kept going, determined to take as much of him as she could.

Her efforts were soon rewarded.

The first thick pulse hit the back of her tongue without warning.

Pew.

A heavy rope of white, milky cum flooded her mouth.

Yang Yixue sealed her lips tightly around the spurting head and tried to drink it down, swallowing hard.

The volume was simply too great. Another powerful jet followed almost immediately.

Pew.

It filled her mouth completely, overflowing past the seal of her lips and spilling down her chin in thick rivulets.

She kept swallowing, throat working visibly, but more kept coming.

Pew.

Lin Feng came hard, as usual.

It was long, heavy pulses that painted her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and the back of her throat.

Thick ropes of potent yang essence splattered across her cheeks, her nose, and her lips when she finally had to pull back just enough to breathe.

She tried again to catch every drop, sealing her mouth around him once more and sucking greedily, but the excess seed continued to spill from the corners of her lips and run down her chin in slow, heavy trails.

By the time the last weaker spurts had faded, Yang Yixue’s pretty face was a complete mess.