NTR: Choice Based System

Finally, he handed a bowl to Hell, who couldn't resist teasing Ye Yang, "If we can have her meat," he said with a sly grin, nodding towards Eva Angel, "then who wants this weak python's meat?"

Ye Yang, as usual, ignored Hell's teasing remarks and took his seat, savouring the delicious grilled python meat. He closed his eyes, relishing the tender flavour and texture, undisturbed by Hell's playful jabs.

Hell's sneer was accompanied by a warning, "Don't blame me later." His serious tone left no doubt that he intended to make a move on Eva Angel tonight, his words dripping with a sense of impending action.

But Ye Yang remained unfazed, too engrossed in savouring the delicious meat in his hands to pay heed to Hell's veiled warning. His focus was solely on the tender flavour and texture, blissfully oblivious to the undercurrents of tension simmering around him.

After few 15 minutes,

As First Elder finished her meal and headed towards her tent, Hell suddenly barked out at her, his eyes fixed on her, and began following her.

Meanwhile, he cast a sideways glance at Ye Yang, who was watching him with interest. Their eyes met, and Ye Yang caught the unmistakable smug look on Hell's face, a clear indication of his intentions.

First Elder raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with a hint of surprise, "Hell, you want to come with me?" She paused for a moment before nodding, "Okay, then. Tonight, you'll accompany me."

First Elder stepped into her tent, with Hell right behind her. In a swift motion, Hell set up a barrier around the tent's exterior, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief as he declared it was to protect his "sleep" from interruptions.

Ye Yang witnessed the entire scene, his eyes wide with disbelief. A burning question echoed in his mind, "Will he dare to make a move on First Elder?"

After standing there in a daze for over five minutes, Ye Yang finally shook off his stupor and retreated to his tent. He lay down, closing his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind and get some much-needed rest.

Meanwhile, inside First Elder's tent, a subtle yet palpable tension filled the air. Hell's eyes gleamed with a knowing intensity as he gazed at First Elder, who sat serenely, her expression unreadable.

The barrier he had set up outside seemed to amplify the sense of isolation, creating an intimate space that felt both captivating and unnerving.

With a quiet confidence, First Elder slipped out of her outer clothing, leaving only her undergarments, and reclined on her bed. She rationalized that Hell was merely a beast, unbound by the same social norms, and so saw no reason to be self-conscious about her partial nudity in his presence.

Hell's eyes gleamed with inner amusement, thinking to himself, "You've made my task easier." He approached First Elder with a fluid motion, his movements almost feline. Climbing onto her, he began to lavish her face with gentle licks, his warm breath caressing her skin.

"Oh, Hell, not right now," First Elder laughed, but her words were cut short as Hell's lips claimed hers, silencing her with a gentle yet insistent pressure.

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First Elder's mind whirled, "This beast is utterly dominant!" But a cunning plan took shape, and she halted Hell's advances, "Wait, Hell. Allow me to cast aside these final trappings." And with a fluid motion, she discarded her remaining clothes, unveiling her true self.

First Elder thought to herself, "This beast won't breathe a word about what transpired here, and I can utilize his... persuasive techniques elsewhere." With a sly smile, she erected a barrier around the tent, unaware that Hell had already set one up earlier, ensuring their privacy.

Hell gazed at First Elder, who lay before him, her body bare and inviting. She reclined on her back, her legs splayed in a tantalizing M shape, as she beckoned him with a sultry voice, "Hell, come, lick here." Her fingers danced across her lower lips, extending an unmistakable invitation.

Hell let out a primal bark before descending upon First Elder's lower lips, his rough, beastly tongue lavishing her with a single, electrifying lick. Unlike the smooth caress of a human tongue, Hell's tongue was coarse bu smooth, sending shivers through First Elder's body as she moaned in response.

With a few more licks from Hell's skilled tongue, First Elder reached her climax, her body trembling as her honey flowed onto his waiting tongue.

She moaned, her voice husky with pleasure, "Don't stop, Hell," her words a fervent plea for him to prolong the ecstasy.

Hell continued his intimate exploration, his long tongue gliding vertically along the outer contours of First Elder's lower lips, leaving no sensitive spot uncaressed. With unrelenting passion, he lavished attention on every fold and crevice, his tongue dancing with deliberate slowness.

" Faster, Hell... faster!" First Elder begged, her voice trembling with urgency, unsure if he would comprehend her plea. But to her surprise, Hell responded instinctively, increasing the tempo of his licking, his tongue moving with rapid, precise strokes that sent shivers coursing through her body.

While Hell was deeply absorbed in his task, Ye Yang found himself restless in his tent, his mind tormented by a recurring question: "Will he dare to make a move on First Elder?" The thought refused to let him be, echoing through his mind like a persistent drumbeat, as he wrestled with the possibility and its potential repercussions.

At his wit's end, Ye Yang decided to take a peek into the adjacent tent, but his attempt was stymied by the vigilant escort guards stationed outside. With no way to discreetly exit his own tent, he was left to rely on his other senses.

However, the unsettling quiet from the neighbouring tent suggested that a barrier might be shielding the occupants' activities, leaving him with more questions than answers.

As a final resort, Ye Yang activated his ancient eyes, doubtful if they would penetrate the veil. However, he was shocked to discover that they did, revealing a scene that left him reeling: First Elder, unclothed and vulnerable, with Hell nestled between her thighs, his face hidden as he indulged in her tender skin.

As Ye Yang beheld the intimate scene unfolding before his ancient eyes, his body reacted instinctively. A tent pitched in his pants, his dragon stirring with desire, urging him to unleash it and grant it freedom to breathe.