Riverside Pink Fox Erotic Tale

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The mighty Yangtze River, its surging waters separating the north and south banks

, stretched for over twenty miles, its waters a vast expanse of turbulent water. This remote location was the only ferry crossing for those hundreds of miles.

Due to its isolation, the area was sparsely populated, with only three to five people crossing each day. Uncle Zhang, the ferryman, ferried only one round trip a day, setting out at dawn to cross to the south and returning to the north at dusk, day after day, year after year.

Autumn on the north bank was unpredictable; this morning the sky was clear, but in an instant, a torrential downpour turned the river into a raging torrent.

Jiang Hanlong, wearing a straw hat and raincoat, braved the sudden wind and rain, his feet slid through the slippery mud, to reach the ferry.

Although remote, it was the only route from the south to Qingyue Manor, and the best spot to ambush the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall's attempt to rescue Qingyue Manor.

"It seems Old Zhang won't be returning today," Jiang Hanlong thought, gazing at the surging river.

About twenty paces from the ferry crossing, a solitary courtyard stood on this desolate land. The four characters "Linjiang Inn" on the yellowed banner were tattered and incomplete.

Jiang Hanlong stepped into the inn, looking around.

Though called an inn, it resembled more of a makeshift three-room thatched hut, rainwater leaking from the roof. Two faded tables and chairs sat in the main hall. Jiang Hanlong removed his straw hat and raincoat, finding a relatively clean stool to sit on.

"Innkeeper!" Jiang Hanlong called out loudly when no one was around.

There was no response; the surging river and howling wind drowned out his voice.

"How can there be business in a place like this, in this weather? The innkeeper is probably napping in his room," Jiang Hanlong said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

In the woodshed in the backyard of the inn, the clothes of a man and a woman were scattered on the floor. The man, a typical country bumpkin from the riverside, stood naked. He wasn't tall, but he was very strong, with dark skin, clearly from years of exposure to the river's wind and sun. His thick, dark penis drooped like a dead snake, lifeless.

The naked woman, in her twenties, had delicate skin, but unlike the fair skin of most women, it was a healthy wheat color. She had full breasts and a plump bottom, and a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand—a figure that no country woman could possess.

The woman was delicate and charming. She knelt between the man's legs, her slender hands grasping his limp penis, gently stroking it. Her cherry lips parted slightly as she took the glans into her mouth, looking up at the man with a seductive look in her eyes, her face flushed with spring.

"Miss... please let me go," the man pleaded with the woman, his face full of sorrow as the black penis entered his slippery mouth without any hardness.

The woman diligently sucked and swallowed the black dragon, her fragrant tongue entwining the glans, skillfully teasing the man's sensitive nerves, hoping the dead snake would regain its life. However, no matter how hard she tried, the dead snake stubbornly refused to harden, showing no sign of becoming erect.

"Useless!" the woman bit down hard on the black rod and cursed fiercely.

"Ouch!" the man cried out in pain, pulling the black rod out of the woman's cherry lips, a row of red teeth marks appearing on the large glans.

"It's not that I'm useless, it's just that I've already ejaculated on you more than ten times since last night, I really can't get hard." The burly man was at a loss, like a child who had done something wrong.

The woman sat on the broken wooden table, her two soft soles braced on the two corners of the table, her long and strong legs spread apart, the tender petals between her thighs slightly parted. The woman pressed her slender hands against the two flower lips, slowly parting the honey hole, the jade dew glistening between the lips, the flesh surging.

The woman said coldly, "Come and lick it."

"This..." The man hesitated, finding it extremely shameful to offer his genitals to a woman, even though she was young and beautiful.

"Don't you want to try?" The woman squeezed out a glistening drop of fluid from her vulva.

"Mei'er will be back soon; I can't let her see." The man, thinking of an excuse to escape, reached for his clothes on the ground.

With a slight movement of the woman's hand, the man's knees went numb, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He felt his arms and legs were paralyzed. Although he wasn't a member of the martial arts world, he knew of a technique called "pressure point striking" that could immobilize someone.

He hadn't expected this woman to be a martial arts practitioner; it seemed she could easily harm him. Cold sweat poured down his back.

The woman laid him on his back, her round, plump buttocks squatting in front of his face, her thick, moist vulva pressing against his mouth. "Lick it well," she said. "If you dare bite, you and your Mei'er will be in trouble." Looking at the alluring flesh between her thighs, and thinking of his daughter, the man reluctantly opened his mouth, his tongue parting her labia and plunging into her vulva.

"Mmm..." the woman moaned softly, swaying her plump buttocks, her thick labia rubbing against the man's face.

The man, named Huang Liu, was the innkeeper. Seven years ago, his wife passed away, leaving him and his daughter to run the inn. Few people crossed the river at this remote ferry crossing, and even fewer women. For years, he hadn't seen a woman. For the past seven years, Huang Liu had focused on raising his daughter, rarely having the opportunity to be with women, and when sexually aroused, he could only relieve himself through masturbation.

Yesterday, the arrival of this fairy-like woman allowed Huang Liu to completely unleash the desires he had suppressed for seven years. That night, he experienced divine pleasure, taking whatever he wanted from the young, jade-like body, wantonly ravaging it. Watching the fairy-like woman revel beneath him, moaning and groaning, Huang Liu never imagined he would ever be able to sleep with such a woman in his life.

The entire night left Huang Liu feeling completely drained. Exhausted after breakfast, Huang Liu wanted to rest, but the girl pulled him into the woodshed, leading to another lewd morning.

The torrential rain gradually subsided, the sky after the rain was a clear blue, and the air was exceptionally fresh.

Jiang Hanlong stepped out of the thatched hut, looked at the clear sky, and took a deep breath; the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums filled the air.

The weather had just cleared, and although the river was no longer roaring and surging like during the downpour, the current was still rapid.

In the swift current, a small, thin figure struggled to swim towards the ferry. From the frantic paddle, it was clear the swimmer was a child. The small figure struggled in the river, like a lone leaf on the water, seemingly about to be submerged by the turbulent current.

Jiang Hanlong's heart tightened. He was considered one of the top martial arts masters in Jiangbei, yet he couldn't swim and could only sigh helplessly at the surging river.

Fortunately, the figure in the river was an excellent swimmer. Struggling through the swift current, the child reached the shore, utterly exhausted, and was pulled ashore by Jiang Hanlong.

Before him stood a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a linen vest and matching linen shorts. Her arms and long legs were mostly exposed, and her skin, from years of exposure to the wind and sun by the river, was similar in color to her linen clothing.

"Thank you, Uncle," the girl, exhausted, said, lying on the grassy bank, panting heavily.

The girl had delicate features, her large, watery eyes fixed on the sky. Her panting lips were alluring, her soaked clothes clung to her body, her budding breasts rising slightly against her vest, heaving with each breath. Her legs, long and shapely from years of swimming in the river, were almost perfectly proportioned, making her irresistibly alluring. Her underwear clung tightly to her thighs, her prominent vulva appearing taut and rounded, a thin slit visible through the fabric.

The girl's beautiful face was pure and innocent, completely unaware of the allure of her figure. Her bright eyes were clear and innocent.

Jiang Hanlong felt a surge of heat in his groin, his erection rising. Faced with the innocent, undeveloped eyes of the girl, Jiang Hanlong felt the filth in his thoughts.

The girl lay there for a while before sitting up, looking at Jiang Hanlong beside her and asking, "Uncle, are you here to stay?" "Yes," Jiang Hanlong mumbled, answering the innocent girl.

"Uncle, you're too late. There's only one room in the shop, and it's already occupied," the girl said.

"How did you know?" Jiang Hanlong asked.

"Because this is my family's inn," the girl chuckled, then continued, "We only have three rooms, one for my dad, one for me, and one other room for overnight guests. Unfortunately, a pretty lady checked in yesterday."

The girl chattered on, and Jiang Hanlong interrupted her, asking, "Is the ferry coming back today?" "Hmm... if it doesn't rain, Uncle Zhang will be back in about two hours," the girl said, glancing at the sun.

"Uncle, help me up, I'm so tired I can't even stand up," the girl said, extending her slender hand.

The girl raised her hand high, and from under her armpit, her newly developed breasts, the size of eggs, were visible beneath her coarse cloth vest. The color of her breasts differed from her flaxen arms; the slightly protruding nipples were a soft, snow-white.

Jiang Hanlong reached out and pulled the girl up, his eyes quickly shifting away from her.

"Uncle, why are you so high up here?" the girl asked in surprise, looking at Jiang Hanlong's crotch.

Jiang Hanlong looked at the girl's large, blinking eyes and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Uncle, my name is Mei'er, I'm thirteen years old, you can call me Mei'er." Few people frequented this ferry crossing, and the girl rarely spoke to anyone. Today, finally meeting Jiang Hanlong, she kept talking non-stop.

While talking, Mei'er led Jiang Hanlong back to the inn. Although the inn wasn't large, it had a fairly complete menu. Jiang Hanlong didn't say anything, and Mei'er started cooking and got busy.

Despite her young age, Mei'er was very efficient, and in no time, she had the cooked dishes and warmed wine on the table.

"Uncle, would you like to try my cooking? Is it good?" Mei'er moved a stool and sat down next to Jiang Hanlong.

Jiang Hanlong took a bite of Mei'er's cooking; the food was extremely delicious. It was hard to imagine that a thirteen-year-old could cook such dishes.

"I didn't say I wanted to eat any dishes," Jiang Hanlong teased Mei'er, sipping his wine.

"Eat without worry. If it weren't for Uncle's help by the river, Mei'er would probably have been swept away. Uncle saved my life, so this meal is Mei'er's way of thanking Uncle for saving my life," Mei'er said enthusiastically.

"Then you should eat with us too," Jiang Hanlong said, watching Mei'er swallow her saliva.

Hearing Jiang Hanlong's invitation, Mei'er felt like she had received a royal decree. She picked up her chopsticks and wolfed down the food on the table without any restraint.

"Why haven't I seen your father?" Jiang Hanlong asked. "No guests usually at this time. Father should be taking a nap in his room in the backyard," Mei'er said as she devoured the food on the table.

Watching Mei'er wolf down her food, Jiang Hanlong couldn't help but chuckle. Thinking of his three-year-old son still in Zhuo Linqing's hands, his whereabouts unknown, he couldn't help but feel saddened.

Jiang Hanlong barely touched the dishes on the table; Mei'er devoured them all. Looking at the empty plates, Mei'er wiped her mouth, stood up, patted her round belly, and muttered, "I need to change quickly, or I'll get scolded by Father again." Just as she stood up, the sounds of a man's voice and a woman's soft laughter came from the backyard.

A gentle breeze lifted the curtain at the back door of the hall, and a burly man with dark skin walked in—it was Huang Liu, the innkeeper. Behind him stood a beautiful young woman in her twenties.

Huang Liu saw Mei'er and asked somewhat angrily, "You crazy girl, swimming in the river again? In this heavy rain, aren't you afraid of drowning?" "Father, it wasn't raining when I went," Mei'er protested softly.

"Go change quickly; you'll freeze in wet clothes," Huang Liu waved his hand, telling Mei'er to go back to the backyard.

Mei'er, as if granted a pardon, ran out like the wind, her long black hair cascading down her back as she ran. Her swaying waist revealed a shapely, rounded bottom, though not full.

"Have you eaten well, sir?" Huang Liu asked, moving to block Jiang Hanlong's view.

Huang Liu's face darkened, clearly displeased that Jiang Hanlong was staring at his daughter. Jiang Hanlong, feeling somewhat rude, coughed and took a sip of his wine.

"Wine without food, how boring! Please add a dish of peanuts and two catties of beef," the girl following Huang Liu said, looking at the empty plates on Jiang Hanlong's table.

Jiang Hanlong saw that the girl wore a bright yellow light gauze dress with a purple-gold cinched waist, her slender waist easily encircled, her hips prominently displayed, and her breasts, high and full, overflowing, seemed ready to burst forth.

The girl was dressed boldly, with a seductive figure, her beautiful features exuding an alluring charm. As she walked, her slender waist swayed, her breasts jiggled, and her hips gently swayed, displaying undeniable allure. "You…this…" Huang Liu stammered,

watching the girl sit down next to Jiang Hanlong. "Aren't you going yet?" The girl's eyebrows shot up, glaring at Huang Liu. Startled by her glare, Huang Liu fell silent, meekly heading to the kitchen to busy himself. Although the girl glared at Huang Liu, her captivating eyes curved slightly downwards like crescent moons, as if she were always smiling. Her eyes seemed to be naturally smiling, an expression that gave her a sense of intimacy. "Why is Chief Jiang only arriving now? I've been waiting for you all day," the girl asked, looking at Jiang Hanlong, her fingers lightly twirling a strand of hair. The young woman was boldly dressed, her steps light and graceful, her movements alluring yet incredibly steady, displaying considerable skill in light footwork. It was clear she was a member of the martial arts world. However, when she revealed her identity, Jiang Hanlong remained wary, his rough hand touching the hilt of the Purple-Gold Dragon Scale Blade beside him. Seeing Jiang Hanlong touch the hilt, a flicker of fear flashed in the young woman's bright eyes: "Chief Jiang, don't frighten me. Elder Zhuo ordered me to come here to assist you in blocking the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall." The young woman quickly stated her identity, while her slender hand gripped the edge of the table, ready to flee at any moment. Jiang Hanlong's Purple-Gold Dragon Scale Blade and Lin Yuerou's Butterfly Twin Blades were the two great weapons of Jiangbei, so the young woman naturally dared not be careless. "Pink Fox Lan Ling?" Jiang Hanlong's tense arm relaxed. "It is indeed me." Lan Ling breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Jiang Hanlong relax. The Demonic Sect, from its leader down, consists of three elders: Thunder Arrow God Yue Zhonghai, Sky-Supporting Saber Evil Mo Buli, and White-Haired Flower Thief Zhuo Linqing. Under these three elders are four hall masters: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise. The Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise halls belong to Thunder Arrow God Yue Zhonghai, the Vermilion Bird hall to Sky-Supporting Saber Evil Mo Buli, and the White Tiger hall is led by Zhuo Linqing. The White Tiger hall master, Lan Ling, nicknamed Pink Fox, is dissolute and lewd. Two days ago, she received a message from Zhuo Linqing via carrier pigeon, requesting him to assist Jiang Hanlong in blocking the experts from the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall who were aiding Qingyue Manor. Since crossing the river to arrive here yesterday, she has been having a passionate affair with the innkeeper, Huang Liu, taking from him eight times in one night, almost draining him dry. Lan Ling lowered her alluring face to look at Jiang Hanlong, her delicate fingers lightly tracing the rough back of his hand. Her nimble tongue lightly licked her upper lip, igniting a burning desire within him. Seeing Lan Ling's expression, Huang Liu felt a nameless jealousy rise within him. He slammed the plate full of beef onto the table and turned to leave. Lan Ling didn't even glance at Huang Liu; her crescent-shaped eyes were fixed on Jiang Hanlong. Jiang Hanlong looked at Huang Liu's unsteady steps and sneered, "Your lover's angry. Judging by these unsteady steps, you must have drained him dry last night." Lan Ling giggled, "Huang Liu hasn't touched a woman in years. I'm doing this on behalf of Heaven. But the one I most want to drain is the one known as the Land Dragon King, Chief Jiang." Lan Ling looked at Jiang Hanlong seductively, pressing her slender hand against his rough hand on her exposed breasts. Her smiling eyes on her pretty face were even more captivating. Jiang Hanlong forcefully shook off Lan Ling's slender hand and smiled coldly: "Hall Master Lan, there's no need to use your seductive arts on me. I have a natural resistance to seductive arts." "I originally wanted to let Gang Leader Jiang experience unprecedented pleasure, but I didn't expect Gang Leader Jiang to be so unromantic," Lan Ling said with some disappointment.

Lan Ling's seductive expression vanished, replaced by a serious one. "According to intelligence from Jiangnan, the three top experts of the Thunderbolt Hall have arrived at the riverbank. They will arrive today by ferry. We will ambush them from the shadows and strive to annihilate their reinforcements in one fell swoop." Lan Ling's previously alluring expression suddenly became dignified and serene, even the exposed flesh of her breasts seemed sacred, giving off an untouchable aura.

Jiang Hanlong looked at Lan Ling and couldn't help but think that this foxy woman was indeed fickle, transforming from a harlot to a proud princess in an instant.

Jiang Hanlong looked away from Lan Ling and asked, "Which three top experts of the Thunderbolt Hall?" "Mad Lion Lei Meng, Iron Calculator Lei Mingwei, and Fire Whirlwind Lei Ruoer," Lan Ling said, counting on her fingers.

"The Lei Bao couple didn't even make a move?" Jiang Hanlong was surprised.

Lan Ling smiled slightly and said, "Jiangnan has more important matters for them to handle. Now we just need to conserve our strength and deliver a fatal blow to the Thunderbolt Hall." "More important matters, even more urgent than Qingyue Manor!" Jiang Hanlong was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself.

Lan Ling stood up, preparing to leave, but Jiang Hanlong pulled her into his arms, his large hands roaming over her body.

"Oh my, I thought Chief Jiang was as hard as stone, but I never expected him to be so charming." Lan Ling let out an exaggerated moan, her prim and proper expression instantly transforming into her usual alluring one.

"Elder Zhuo, with Hall Master Lan here, the White Tiger Hall members must all be in Jiangbei, right?" Jiang Hanlong played with Lan Ling's breasts through her clothes.

"Hehe, Chief Jiang, feel free to use your charm on me. I'll tell you everything you want to know." Lan Ling reached out and hooked her arm around Jiang Hanlong's neck.

Jiang Hanlong had intended to use his closeness with Lan Ling to extract more information about the Demonic Sect, but now that Lan Ling had hit the nail on the head, his face flushed, and his large hands, which had been fondling her breasts, stopped.

With a clang, seeing Jiang Hanlong embracing Lan Ling, Huang Liu angrily threw the plate on the ground, grabbed a kitchen knife, and charged at Jiang Hanlong, furious that Jiang Hanlong had taken away the tenderness he had just enjoyed.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" Huang Meier, who had just changed her clothes, saw Huang Liu storming out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in his hand.

Seeing Huang Meier return to the hall, Jiang Hanlong shoved Lan Ling away; he still couldn't be as carefree as he wanted in front of the child.

Lan Ling skipped out of the inn like a little girl, her hands behind her back, and waved to Jiang Hanlong as she looked at the sky.

In the setting sun, Lan Ling looked delicate and charming; her naturally smiling eyes, combined with her exquisite face, were breathtaking.

Jiang Hanlong walked to her side, and Lan Ling tiptoed to whisper in his ear, "The ferry will be back soon. We have an hour. I'll wait for you there." Lan Ling smiled charmingly and pointed to the overgrown woods beside the ferry landing.

[The End]

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