After being Targeted by a Madman [PART 1]

Western Fantasy 3: Being fucked by the devil in a dream

Western Fantasy 3: Being fucked by the devil in a dream

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Yang Yanjun dreamed that he was standing in a magnificent hall. The walls were engraved with densely packed scriptures. The handwriting was so weird that it made people feel uncomfortable.

Yang Yanjun frowned slightly, but out of curiosity he still chose to step in.

When I walked in, I saw a man sitting on a black chair. Next to the chair was a statue with an eagle body and two snake heads. The eyes of the statue were inlaid with red gems. The sculptor was very professional and made the statue look lifelike, as if it would rush over and cut the man into pieces in the next second.

The man on the chair had a handsome and tough face like that of Europe and America, a pair of narrow and long eyes that were extremely red, and a nasty smile on his face. He kept looking at Yang Yanjun.

The tips of his ears looked like an elf's ears but were not similar. He wore a ruby ​​earring on his left ear and wore a black robe, emitting a strong and domineering aura.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Falson. Welcome to my palace, Your Highness the charming Holy Son." The man stood up and walked over slowly.

"Falson?!" Yang Yanjun was shocked and looked at the man vigilantly.

As the son of God chosen by the God of Light, Yang Yanjun has been taught the history of the three great demons by the Pope since he was a child, including the demon Falson.

According to historical records, there were originally three demons, but they were devoured by Falterson, causing Falterson to become increasingly powerful. He even made the world bloody at one point. Later, everyone joined forces to summon the God of Light to seal it up.

Now that Falson appeared in front of him, how could Yang Yanjun not be surprised.

Now that I think about it, those infectious diseases and black air were probably caused by this demon.

"How did you get unsealed?" Yang Yanjun looked at the man with the evil smile and already had a guess in his mind.

"Don't you already have the answer in your mind, Your Highness?" Falson looked at Yang Yanjun, who looked like a little wild cat with his fur standing on end, and felt that he was so adorable.

Everyone in this world has his or her own desires. In order to satisfy their desires, Falson, as the embodiment of desire, naturally becomes the object of these people's faith.

Although Falson was sealed, his spiritual consciousness could still move. Seeing that his believers worshipped him so much, he didn't mind satisfying their desires.

For him, the greatest pleasure is to see humans reveal their ugly faces in pursuit of their dirty desires.

Now that he has found someone who is more interesting than these, he will naturally not let him go easily.

Falson teleported and appeared behind Yang Yanjun, then opened his arms and hugged Yang Yanjun.

"What are you doing?! Let me go!" Yang Yanjun was shocked and began to struggle.

Falson lifted a strand of Yang Yanjun's hair, sniffed it deeply, and revealed an obsessed look: "It smells so good."

For Yang Yanjun, Falson's hooligan behavior made him feel uncomfortable.

"I wonder if the Saint's slutty pussy will satisfy me too?" Falson's hand slowly moved down, and when he touched the perky buttocks, he pinched it.

"Um, what are you doing?!" Yang Yanjun turned pale with fright at this action.

"Of course, it's to let the Son of God enjoy bliss." As soon as Falson finished speaking, he pressed Yang Yanjun under him in the next second.

Yang Yanjun felt his robe being torn off, and he was so scared that he shouted, "Stop! Let me go!"

The robe was stripped off by Falson, revealing a smooth back, every inch of which was just right, and the buttocks were round and white, making people want to leave marks on them.

Falson leaned his face forward, pressed it against the buttocks, opened his mouth and kept licking and biting, leaving water marks and teeth marks on the white buttocks.

Yang Yanjun felt something wet. He turned his head and screamed, "Ah!" He kicked Falson repeatedly and shouted, "Get out of here! You dirty devil, I will let God punish you!"

After hearing this, Falson smiled and said, "You say I'm dirty? I'll see who's dirtier later." After saying that, he unzipped his pants and took out his painfully hard cock.

The meat stick was abnormally large, as thick as an adult's arm, with veins surrounding the shaft, and looked hideous and terrifying.

Yang Yanjun was horrified and struggled even harder.

Falson gave Yang Yanjun a grin, then aimed his dick at the hole and thrust it in.

The tearing pain in his anus made Yang Yanjun scream in pain.

After the meat stick entered, the wriggling intestines covered it layer by layer as if to welcome it.

Falson thrust his hips hard, driving the cock deeper, and then the slow movements became fierce.

Yang Yanjun's long hair was scattered all over the ground, and his blue eyes were misty, making him look extremely charming.

"Ah, no...ah..." Yang Yanjun was trapped under Falson, and was confused and dazed by this strange feeling.

"Your Highness, do you like it?" Falson roughly kneaded Yang Yanjun's nipples, making the pink nipples turn bright red.

"God...well, God will definitely...not let you go!" Yang Yanjun said viciously.

Falson just chuckled at this and increased the strength of his crotch, fucking Yang Yanjun so hard that he cried out in pain.

The flesh hole became red and swollen from being fucked, and the love juices were pouring out desperately, wetting the junction.

"There's so much water, could it be that the Son of God himself is a slut? Does he hide in the room to masturbate every day?" Falson touched a handful of the lustful water and said deliberately in Yang Yanjun's ear.

"I didn't!" Yang Yanjun turned his face away and couldn't help but retort.

"Really? But why is there so much water?" Falson said with a smile.

Yang Yanjun pursed his lips and said nothing, as if he could deceive himself in this way.

When Falson saw this, he knew that he had pissed off the little guy, but he thought it was adorable. He felt that this Son of God was born for him.

The meat stick kept grinding the center of the hole, and the intestines spasmed wildly under the constant whipping of the meat stick, constantly squeezing the meat stick.

"Catch my semen." After saying that, he held Yang Yanjun down to prevent him from escaping. After hundreds of thrusts, the cock finally shot out of the hole.

"No!" Yang Yanjun let out a cry of despair, his mind going blank.

The intestines twitched a few times under the high temperature of the semen and then spurted out a large amount of obscene fluid.

"Now you are dirty, Your Highness." A vicious voice sounded in Yang Yanjun's ears.

I'm not dirty, I'm not!

"I didn't!" Yang Yanjun was awakened, his expression still dazed, and then he realized it was just a dream.

Yang Yanjun breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that nothing was true.

"Sir, are you awake? The Knight Commander asks if you would like breakfast?" The servant's voice sounded outside the door.

"Okay, I'll wash up first and go later." Yang Yanjun shouted to the outside of the door.

"Yes, sir." The servant left after hearing the response.

After Yang Yanjun tidied himself up, he went to have breakfast, but he didn't hear a voice saying, "See you next time, Your Highness the Holy Son."