Lian faced a lustful black horse, its equine eyes locked on her, the massive, erect horse cock beneath it both thick and daunting. Instinctively, she stepped back.
"Neigh!"
Her retreat drew an annoyed snort from the black horse, its beastly gaze turning distant. It paced a few steps, shifting as if to leave.
"Wait!"
Having chased this creature for so long, finally encountering a being with such potent dragon blood and aura, letting it escape now would mean years before another chance. Lian urgently called out to stop it.
"Neigh!"
Hearing her call, the black horse raised its head with a whinny, exposing more of its underbelly, making the cock between its abdomen and legs even more prominent.
"This..."
Even for a bold northern female general like Lian, used to a carefree demeanor, this situation left her at a loss.
As a cultivator of the Dragon Halberd, her aura closely resembled a dragon's. This black horse, with its rich dragon bloodline, naturally mistook her for an alluring young dragoness or, rather, a mare, instinctively wanting to mate with her to produce offspring.
If she were an ordinary mare, her ovaries would likely have already released eggs, succumbing to estrus, willingly allowing the black horse to penetrate and seed her, birthing noble-blooded progeny.
But she was not!
A flush crept across Lian's refined face as she cautiously approached the black horse. Moving lightly, she reached its front, raising a hand to stroke its head. Channeling the Dragon Halberd's inherited technique, she could clearly sense the terrifying power within the creature. She whispered softly, "Hold on... I can take you to a place with many mares..."
She considered subduing it by force, but she sensed the black horse's dragon blood was exceptionally potent, rivaling some legendary dragon descendants recorded in ancient texts.
Moreover, the horse's extraordinary traits, particularly its speed, far surpassed her own. Lian was not confident she could subdue it in one move. If she startled it and the horse bolted, she would be left with nothing but regret.
"Snort!"
The black horse exhaled white vapor from its nostrils, its eyes flashing with a highly intelligent rejection. It shook off Lian's delicate hand and turned to leave.
Clearly, it wanted no one but Lian.
But what could she do?
Feng, I do not know...
Lian's mind conjured Feng's face. She closed her eyes gently, watching as the black horse gradually disappeared into the misty depths of the dense forest.
It was just one opportunity. There would be others.
She consoled herself.
But then, she recalled her master, Seth, a figure akin to a terrestrial immortal, both mentor and fatherly presence.
His silhouette was always so proud, yet so lonely.
Seth had spent his life chasing and seeking dragons, forsaking everything: family, friends, even his beloved, the current leader of the Xian Sect.
Lian remembered the final moment when Seth set sail on a lone boat across the eastern sea. She had asked if he ever felt pain or regret.
He replied that he felt pain, yes, but no regrets.
How many had cast aside dignity and life for the path of the Dao?
"Wait!"
Lian took a deep breath and called out to the faint shadow of the black horse in the mist.
Biting her lip, she approached again, soothing the horse by stroking its mane, causing it to squint in comfort.
"Just with my hands... just my hands..." Lian took another deep breath, steeling herself. She crouched down, her graceful figure bending into an alluring curve, and buried her face beneath the horse's abdomen.
A massive, thick horse cock appeared before her refined face, far more imposing up close than from a distance. She could see the veins coiling around the enormous shaft, nearly as wide as her entire face. A pungent musk emanated from the stallion's cock, invading her nostrils, making her dizzy. The shaft seemed to radiate heat, with the pink tip of the cockhead exposed.
From afar, it had seemed imposing, but up close, it was staggering. The dark base alone was over thirty centimeters long, and the erect pink flesh, topped with a flat, hammer-like cockhead, added another twenty centimeters. Thick and long, Lian mentally measured it, horrified to realize this beastly cock was nearly as thick and long as her own leg.
Even for a spirited, sun-kissed beauty like Lian, accustomed to the rough camaraderie of military life, her face flushed with embarrassment. She had seen plenty of soldiers' bodies in the barracks and witnessed stallions mating with mares at breeding grounds.
But this horse cock surpassed any ordinary stallion's in size and length. The thought of personally relieving this dragon-blooded black horse filled her with shame and indignation.
Her trembling hand reached out, touching the colossal shaft. The moment she made contact, her hand recoiled as if shocked by lightning. "So... so hot!"
The steaming cock, swollen with veins, burned with the heat of boiling dragon blood, like touching a red-hot iron rod. The scalding temperature felt like grasping a smoking chimney.
Taking another deep breath, she inhaled more of the cock's musky stench and the beast's unique odor, making her head spin. The dragon aura emanating from the shaft caused her Dragon Halberd technique to surge within her.
Her trembling hand touched the massive horse cock again, this time enduring the shame and not pulling away. She gripped the dark, stretched skin, feeling its immense girth and hardness. One hand could not encircle it; even two might not suffice.
"So hot... and so hard!"
To her surprise, this cock differed from those of ordinary warhorses. She had seen breeding stallions at the grounds, their cocks large but soft, even when erect, due to insufficient blood flow in their overly long organs.
But this black horse, likely due to its dragon blood, was different. Its swollen veins seemed to pump endless blood, making the cock scalding and rigid, like stroking an iron rod.
Compared to the pale, flawless skin of women like Qing or Suya, Lian's years of training and military life had tanned her skin to a healthy wheat hue. Though it appeared rough, her cultivation refined it to a smooth, delicate texture. Her hands, despite wielding weapons daily, bore no calluses, allowing her to keenly feel the terrifying heat and hardness of the cock, sending shivers down her spine.
This length and hardness... even Feng...
Lian's hand froze on the shaft, her mind wandering.
"Snort!"
Her stillness displeased the black horse, which shook its leg, causing the thick, scorching cock to twitch in Lian's hand, nearly slipping from her grasp. Snapping back to reality, she quickly soothed, "I know, I know..."
Lian pursed her lips, suppressing her shame. Her hand began to stroke the cock, but one hand could not manage its girth, prompting another annoyed snort from the horse. She hurriedly added her other hand. Though both hands together could not fully encircle the shaft, far surpassing human or even typical equine proportions, they could tug the dark foreskin. Her delicate hands, gripping the rock-hard, searing cock, performed such a lewd act, intensifying her shame. She could feel the cock growing harder and hotter under her touch.