Chapter 63: Teng, Hug Me
Two prehistoric giant pythons were strangling each other, and the females of the Cangshan tribe quickly surrounded them.
"Brother Mo Yan! Brother Ting! Stop fighting--" Mo Mu hurried over. Her eyes were red and she looked at the brave black giant python in shock. She recognized his identity at a glance.
The female leader Lan followed closely behind, her face pale as she looked at the broken and peeling scales on the scarlet python's body.
From under every fallen scale on Mo Yan's body, sticky blood beads oozed out, gleaming with lightning in the sunlight.
Obviously, even though Mo Yan also has a six-star mutant beast crystal, it is still not enough in front of the wandering thunder.
Teng's lightning talent naturally restrains beasts. Every time the electric arc explodes, Mo Yan's hard snake scales become charred and curled up, and the air is filled with the fishy smell of burning flesh and blood.
He is no match for the Teng.
The snake body of the Teng tightened around the scarlet python like an iron chain, and the friction between its scales produced a harsh sound of metal and stone.
He suddenly raised his head, and his scarlet tongue cut through the stagnant air.
The dark green vertical pupils swept across the gradually approaching female orcs, and a cold warning flashed in the bottom of the eyes.
He suddenly exerted force, and his thick snake tail with the force of thunder hit Mo Yan fiercely, sending the scarlet python flying several meters. He only slowly retreated to Fu Ying's side after confirming that the latter had no strength to resist.
The black snake body of the Teng was coiled in a defensive posture, and its dark green eyes were like blades, scanning every figure around it that was ready to move, protecting Fu Ying tightly.
Fu Ying reached out and touched the snake scales, which felt very nice, with a smile on his face.
"Sister Huahua...Brother Teng..." Mo Mu murmured, somewhat incredulous.
Fu Ying didn't explain, only saying, "We've found the antidote for the viper saliva. Mo Yan will recover soon. You don't have to worry too much." After she finished speaking, she looked at Teng and said, "Shall we go back?"
The sturdy body of Teng sank, and he lowered his huge triangular head to the ground, motioning Fuying to sit on him.
Fu Ying sat astride the snake body of Teng. He was stout and strong, and when he sat astride it, his legs were hanging in the air, not touching the ground at all. The cold and hard scales were very prickly and uncomfortable, but it was fresh at the same time.
Fu Ying could clearly feel the tense scales beneath her body slowly relaxing. Teng was obviously trying to adjust his position so that she could sit more comfortably, but he was not born to be ridden.
This is also an important factor why snake orcs are not liked by females in the Orc Continent.
Compared to cold-blooded orcs, furry ones will obviously be more popular.
The snake suddenly stopped mid-sailing, raised its head high and looked at Fu Ying, its tongue flickering before finally darting around her fur skirt. Its dark green pupils suddenly shrank into thin lines. "Is it bleeding?"
His voice was filled with suppressed rage, as if he was going to eat alive the person who hurt her in the next moment.
However, when Fu Ying got off him and Teng turned into a human form, he saw that the inside of her thigh was bleeding from being rubbed by his hard scales.
Teng half-knelt between her legs, his dark green pupils suddenly contracted, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times.
He stared at the wound for a long while, then suddenly lowered his head. Xinzi carefully licked the scars, being extremely gentle with every inch, even breathing lightly, for fear of hurting her again.
"Does it hurt?" When he looked up at Fu Ying, the corners of his eyes were red and his handsome pale face was full of regret.
From this perspective, it doesn't look like a big snake, but more like a big dog that has done something wrong.
Fu Ying lowered his eyes and looked at Teng who was half-kneeling in front of him, and gently stroked the slightly red corners of his eyes with his fingertips.
The tamed beast retracted its fangs and even breathed cautiously, revealing a kind of piety that was heartwarming.
Fu Ying put her arms around his neck, put her bloodstained leg on his waist, and whispered in his ear, "It hurts..."
The warm breath brushed past his ears, like a feather brushing past: "Teng, hug me, okay?"
The ending of Fu Ying's words had a hint of coquettishness, which made Teng's whole body stiffen. His arms subconsciously supported her knees and held her firmly in his arms. He lowered his eyes to meet her smiling eyes and nodded: "Okay."
Teng carried Fu Ying back to the cave, gently placed her on the stone bed, and bent down to look at the wound on her leg.
Fu Ying looked at Teng's trembling fingertips and rubbed his palm soothingly twice: "It's okay, I lied to you, it's just a minor injury, it doesn't hurt."
She glanced at the clear water in the bathtub, then turned back to carefully examine Teng's pale face.
Her eyes slid from his slightly damp forehead to his tense jaw. Suddenly, she reached out and pinched his chin. Her thumb rubbed his cold lips with a hint of lust. "Are you okay? Is there any pain anywhere?"
Teng's body suddenly tensed up, a tremor appeared in his dark green eyes, and an undercurrent surged.
The next moment, he leaned forward, his cold lips brushed against her fingertips, and then he gently rolled his tongue, leaving a wet and hot mark on her fingertips, his handsome eyes full of temptation.
When he raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, a strange red appeared on his pale face, and even his voice was wrapped in a bewitching hoarseness: "I feel so bad, Huahua, can you help me take a look, okay?"
As he spoke, he grasped her hand with his slender white hand and led it to his heart.
The corner of Fu Ying's mouth twitched slightly. Is this...really a Teng?
Turbid mist filled Teng's dark green vertical pupils, his Adam's apple rolled, his pale skin flushed, and even fine scales began to appear on his waist and abdomen. He parted his red lips and called her softly: "Huahua..."
The snake beastman's request for sex is straightforward and pitiful.
Fu Ying's fingers were guided by him, gently stroking his slender waist and abdomen, outlining his taut lines.
Teng rested his forehead on her shoulder, his voice hoarse and trembling, like begging, but also like some kind of cautious test: "Huahua...can I?"
Although it is an extremely aggressive snake, it now trembles with restraint even when touched.
Fu Ying put her red lips on his cheek and whispered, "What do you think?"
The beast crystal returned to her heart, the medicine repaired her body, and she finally saw Teng in his full vigor and vitality.
His snake-like body was powerful enough to crush rocks, and was filled with a thrilling wild tension.
In his human form, he had a slender body, with thin and sharp muscles with very smooth lines, and every inch of him contained power ready to be unleashed.
However, the white at the end of his hair did not return after the beast crystal returned.
The temperature in the cave gradually rose.
Teng was concerned that Fu Ying was pregnant with a cub, and he suppressed the wildness surging in his blood.
He deliberately maintained his human form, and his slender fingers stroked her waist and abdomen with very light force. Only in the occasional low moan that escaped from his throat could one hear a hint of the hoarseness unique to snakes.
However, when Fu Ying's fingers brushed across the indentation pattern on his neck, Teng suddenly bounced back as if struck by lightning.
His pupils shrank into two dangerous thin lines, his pale knuckles clasped the deed mark tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if he wanted to cut off the mark of shame with his bare hands.
A half-whisper rolled out of his throat, but was crushed between his teeth.
He suppressed his discomfort, stood up from the stone bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Huahua, are you hungry? I'm going hunting. The rainy season is coming soon, and we need to store a lot of food to survive the rainy season."
"I'll be back soon." After saying that, Teng left the cave.
Fu Ying frowned. Although the person was put back together, he still felt stressed mentally.
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