"Lady Xichan, we're only twenty li from Moon Hua Sect now."
Outside the simply decorated carriage, a white-haired elder held the reins, cheerfully calling back to the compartment.
"...Lady Xichan?"
The usually gentle and refined fairy gave no reply. The coachman turned curiously, probing again.
"...Uncle Zhang... Mm... I'm a bit tired～ Hnn oh... I'll... rest a little first... Please wake me when we arrive."
A tingling, enchanting voice finally answered—laced with pained endurance and seductive charm. Any ordinary man would instantly recognize the beauty inside was in heat. But old Zhang, raised in Moon Hua Sect's foothills since childhood—herding cows before tending immortal herbs—held only deep respect and gratitude for the compassionate Moon Fairy. No lewd thoughts crossed his mind.
"Sorry for disturbing you, my lady. Qiao Yue Festival does exhaust you most. Rest well..."
No further response came from the carriage—but had old Zhang not been hard of hearing, he'd have caught faint, sweet moans...
Just then...
*Whoosh!*
Three sharp throwing knives sliced through the air. Two veered off inexplicably, but the third struck true—embedding in the coachman's face!
*Thud!*
Without a sound, the white-haired elder tumbled to the ground.
"Damn it—can't even throw straight? What's the point of you lot!"
The black-clothed leader emerged from the shadows.
"Who's there!"
The moans inside ceased. The fairy's sharp rebuke hid panic.
The horses whinnied in terror—two more knives severed their carotid arteries!
The carriage halted. Eight black-clothed men swarmed it.
"Heh heh heh—beauty, your loving husband has come to dote on you!"
"Haha—let's see how slutty the legendary Moon Fairy looks stripped bare!"
"Stripping her completely is no fun—leave the stockings and heels on. Fuck her while making her bark like a bitch!"
"Hahaha—if you serve us well, we'll let this cock-starved whore taste real dick..."
The men's vile laughter filled the fairy inside with rage and fear.
"Don't come closer! I... I am the Moon Fairy of Moon Hua Sect! Aren't you afraid of being crushed to dust?"
Her forced bravado trembled with terror—but she only scolded, never emerging. This confirmed the men's suspicions: the Moon Fairy was powerless now.
"Hahahaha! Darling beauty, once you see your husband's big cock, let's see if that mouth stays hard～"
The leader signaled. His men rushed the carriage as he excitedly unbuckled his belt—eager to ravish one of Lingxiao's most exquisite females.
"Die, filthy thieves!"
In a flash! A figure dropped from the trees above. Blade flashed—the closest black-clothed man lost his head instantly!
"Ambush!"
Before the leader finished shouting, the young man's blade reached his eyes!
In panic, he stumbled backward—miraculously dodging by accident.
What the hell! That bitch had a bodyguard? Not what the ancestor said!
"Surrender at once!"
Seeing the leader survive, Ling Shuo flicked blood from his blade and charged like a god of death.
Take the king first—these weren't professional assassins, just greedy thugs. Without their leader, the rest would scatter.
"Run! Run!!"
A companion's neck sprayed blood. Under moonlight, the fox-masked man with drawn blade charged. The leader nearly pissed himself, scrambling away. His men fled like birds and beasts, shoving each other to escape.
"Hmph!"
Ling Shuo raised his blade to pursue—but thought better of leaving the fairy alone. He sheathed the bloody weapon in his ring and turned back to the carriage.
"Hm? Corpses destroyed..."
The fleeing men had sprinkled bone-dissolving powder on the severed head—features already unrecognizable, soon only bone.
"Sigh... Sorry, old man. I couldn't protect you."
Ling Shuo gently closed the elder's eyes. If only he'd blocked all three knives...
"Fairy... Are you alright?"
Finally, he gathered courage to approach the pale curtain. His heart pounded.
Inside was one of the world's most beautiful, sensual women—a big-titted, long-legged mature beauty with rabbit ears... And drugged with aphrodisiac.
Ling Shuo admitted excitement—this temptation made his cock twitch uncontrollably.
"Young master... Did you save this slave? Um... Could you... not come in yet?"
A gentle, seductive, fragile voice drifted out—Ling Shuo's cock jumped at the sound.
"This voice is too heavenly."
He was instantly enchanted—what stunning vixen could produce such melting, feminine whimpers?
"Fairy, no need to be shy. Let me check if you're hurt."
Unable to resist his lust, he slowly lifted the curtain with anticipation.
"Kyaa! Young master, you..."
The moment he peered in, Ling Shuo met a pair of white, enchanting eyes. The Moon Fairy trembled under his heated gaze, letting out a sweet, shy moan.
"So... So beautiful... Supreme fucktoy... Slutty breeding mount..."
Ling Shuo admitted—no mental preparation could've saved his sanity invading the Moon Fairy's erotic domain.
First glimpse of her face: only "beautiful." Pure, untainted perfection.
Her snowy rabbit ears curved slightly in tension. Pale golden hair shone brighter than moonlight, radiating sacred compassion. Styled in elegant classical flying buns—heart-shaped from the front, accelerating his pulse.
Skin whiter than snow; her soft, foxy melon-seed face was every man's dream—yet on her, it blended seductive allure with thrilling, pure sanctity.
Most captivating: her white eyes—with milky-jade pupils. Utterly non-aggressive—whatever expression, they gazed with tender, loving warmth.
Unlike diseased opacity, her white pupils were lively—shyly glancing over him, as if lingering would burn against his firm, youthful muscles.
Yet Ling Shuo's mind flooded with "fucktoy," "cock-sleeve," "breeding mount." Because below her snowy collarbone, every inch of her luscious flesh openly challenged male virility.
She wore luxurious white lace gauze—likely unchanged from the ceremony. Her estimated 120 O-cup snowy tits spilled mostly free—rivaling Mother's, only slightly behind Lian-mama's, but easily enveloping his cock.
Most tantalizing: two wet spots on the gauze tube top, exuding arousing milky scent.
"Please... Don't look..."
Noticing his burning stare, the Moon Fairy whimpered shyly, covering her lewd, massive tits. Her lotus arms squeezed lush flesh overflowing—only heightening Ling Shuo's wicked desire.
Covering top revealed bottom.
Her legs were endlessly long—perfect proportions, sensual yet balanced, making Ling Shuo question the Creator's favoritism. Over-knee white stockings edged with pale blue butterfly lace garters; pearl heels adorned with cute rabbit-fur balls—moonlight-pure.
Tits so slutty and needy—her mature ass was watermelon-scale even from front: fuck-craving, cream-filled globes recalling riding Lian-mama's—his cock nearly exploding!
Most unbearable: her thighs soaked, a pink thong dangling from her right heel—as if interrupted mid-dressing by his intrusion.
"Such a fat, beautiful pussy..."
Ling Shuo glimpsed her lips—clean, plump, untouched for who-knows-how-long, lonely and drooling nectar.
"And pale golden heart-shaped bush..."
Barely any pubic hair—yet meticulously trimmed into a perfect heart, as if always awaiting a cock's claim. Utterly irresistible.
Too sensual—this fairy existed purely to satisfy male depravity!
"Want to fuck her!"
Primal urge—any functional male would feel it. For a moment, Ling Shuo even considered continuing the thugs' crime. But he forcibly suppressed it.
"Please... Go away..."
Hearing her tearful whimper, Ling Shuo snapped from the erotic haze, hastily closing the curtain.
"Fairy, forgive me—I didn't mean to offend."
The young sect master—surrounded by beauties daily—blushed. This proved the Moon Fairy's extraordinary allure.
Though Mother and the others were peerless, he'd grown immune from childhood. But this first encounter—in a confined, private space—ignited his masculine fire instantly.
......
"Young master... You may enter now..."
After a while—as Ling Shuo pondered apologies—the sweet, gentle doll-like voice called again.
"Mm!"
Adjusting his painfully erect bulge, Ling Shuo cautiously parted the gauze.
"Mm～ Forgive this one's earlier impropriety... Please don't mind... or tell others..."
Unexpectedly, the Moon Fairy apologized first—embarrassing Ling Shuo, who'd taken advantage.
Moonlight revealed her arousing body again—especially the milky-wet stains around her thick, protruding pink nipples.
"Young master..."
Feeling his predatory stare, she shyly covered her tits once more.
She knew her body was every male's ultimate conquest—accustomed to lustful eyes on her tits and ass.
But this masked youth felt different. Unaware of the aphrodisiac, Xichan felt her heart race—inhaling an overwhelming male pheromone making her lonely womb itch.
"Sorry..."
Realizing his lapse, Ling Shuo averted his eyes, scratching his head—speechless.
"This one... is named Xichan."
Surprisingly, she wasn't angry—and softly gave her name.
"Xichan Fairy... About earlier... I was impulsive."
Beautiful name—fairies truly are different.
"Just Xichan is fine. Young master saved this one's life... Don't worry—I hold no grudge."
Seeing his shy youthfulness, maternal affection stirred in Xichan. Her daughter was around his age—making her more mature and composed.
Her immortal blood carried rabbit traits—"Qiao Yue Soft Physique." Mid-month, she ovulated and went into heat—unfertilized eggs making her womb itch for cock until expelled, especially intense on Qiao Yue.
Like rabbits, fertile year-round—even pregnant, she could conceive again. A willing husband could keep her perpetually bred.
Moon Hua legends claimed the first Moon Fairy had this lewd breeding physique. The doting founding emperor diligently seeded her—siring over a dozen daughters, then claiming each in heat for his private harem. Only successive Moon Fairies knew this secret.
Thus, Xichan was numb to men's leers—knowing her body embodied sin and lust, existing to please males and beg seed. This self-loathing made her introverted.
Earlier, unable to resist, she'd masturbated in the carriage—only for thugs to attack, rescued by this dashing youth descending from heaven...
Xichan gazed at his sharp, handsome jaw. Mm... Why is my body softening...
"Xichan... Madam, this one is surnamed Ling."
Better not reveal his full name—though tempted by the Moon Fairy, many coveted her. On Moon Hua turf, fucking her could cause massive trouble—needing Mother to bail him out.
"Young Master Ling... What now? Uncle Zhang..."
Xichan hesitated.
"...I couldn't save him."
Ling Shuo mournfully shook his head.
"It's my fault... Xichan will ensure your proper burial."
Tears welled in her eyes. Uncle Zhang—adopted by the previous Moon Fairy—had watched her grow...
Ling Shuo leaned in to comfort, gently wiping her tears until she calmed.
"Madam—if that kind elder lived, would he want you in danger?"
"We can't stay—must reach Moon Hua Sect quickly."
"Sorry... This one now..."
Regaining composure, Xichan flushed crimson. The youth's exposed handsome face—piercing, dominant eyes, firm chest—made her tremble. His gentle tear-wiping softened her further. That potent pheromone dazed the mother-rabbit; realizing too late—her lewd lips were soaked, plump outline visible through drenched panties.
In heat, she could barely walk.
*Gulp... Madam, pull yourself together...*
Feeling the spring-vixen in his arms shift, Ling Shuo's cock couldn't hold—thrusting hard between her thighs!
"Ah～ Young Master Ling, you're poking..."
Her plump, neglected lips—starved of cock for ages—made Xichan cry out. Her soft hands pushed his advancing hips—accidentally brushing his massive shaft.
"Whimper oh... So big～"
Her rabbit ears twitched—what was this? Far thicker and mightier than her late husband's—like insect versus dragon.
Young Master Ling's cock... So impressive～
"Madam... It's just a natural reaction... I..."
Embracing the heat-fawning vixen, Ling Shuo teetered on the edge—only a thread of reason holding!
Xichan was drugged—taking advantage would bring trouble.
"We should leave quickly..."
Finally, cold reason doused lust. Reluctantly, Ling Shuo separated his swollen crotch from the tall, curvaceous temptress.
"Mm..."
The handsome youth resisted temptation—stirring greater fondness in mother-rabbit Xichan. Yet a nameless disappointment—like her body, built to please males, failing to captivate him.
"Young Master Ling... Are you perhaps... not interested in this one? Or... do you already have a sweetheart?"
Women's minds twist so—had Ling Shuo whipped out his cock and fucked this big-titted, fat-assed mother-rabbit, she'd deem him weak to temptation. His restraint made her doubt her allure.
Ultimately, Xichan had fallen for him—unlike with other men, she never thought so girlishly.
"But... This one can't walk..."
Xichan swayed her legs shyly. Pearl heels with fluffy rabbit balls; half-exposed stocking toes made Ling Shuo swallow again.
If those feet clamped his aching cock...
"Twenty li to Moon Hua... How about this: I'll carry Madam to my inn for rest. Once you recover strength, return to the sect."
Safest plan.
"Mm... Thank you, young master. Please turn around first—this one is... a bit heavy..."
The Moon Fairy tugged her translucent gauze, covering her erect pink nipples—embarrassed, thighs rubbing.
"Nonsense—Madam is lush and ripe. Most men adore your full figure."
Such massive tits and ass—with slim waist and long legs—weight was natural. Ling Shuo squatted without hesitation, signaling her to climb on.
"Young Master Ling, stop teasing this one... This one has... borne children..."
Blushing at his praise, the widow's heart fluttered. She hooked her pink-lotus arms around his neck, pressing fully onto his back.
"Such huge, soft tits!"
Ling Shuo felt two molten, overflowing milk-bags spread across his back—thick, erect nipples teasingly rubbing.
"Not heavy at all—every ounce in the perfect places～ I've never seen a beauty with a figure like yours."
Ling Shuo bounced her playfully—proving no strain.
Raised among beauties, his tongue was silver-sweet.
Like Lian-mama and Godmother Fei—lush where slutty and needy, slender where graceful: a perfect cock-pleasing, breeding mount!
"Young Master Ling, enough... This one will die of shame..."
Xichan begged sweetly—a widowed mother with lewd tits and ass—undeserving of such a talented youth's affection.
Introverted Xichan always felt inferior about her crime-inducing body—seeing herself as lowly, a wanton temptress.
Her husband's early death fueled rumors: her fox-like allure "cursed" the sect master—deepening her guilt, blaming her constantly horny body for leaving daughter Xiyan fatherless.
"Ahem—we'll set off. It's close."
Feeling wet nipple-trails on his back, Ling Shuo suppressed fire. Though his cock tented massively, he endured the awkwardness—carrying the fairy away swiftly.
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