Picking up the girl who couldn't stand due to her weak and sore legs, Zeri's petite figure looked like a baby in Faen's arms. After last night's attempt, Faen knew very well that the height difference between Zeri and himself literally meant that when he thrusted inside her, her feet couldn't even touch the ground.
It was only because Zeri's spark and electric arc magic, which was directly linked to her emotional state, actively took effect when she was aroused. Otherwise, a normal little girl, even with the forced conversion of the joy factor, would have fainted purely from the overwhelming pleasure.
Resting on Faen's chest, Zeri breathed heavily, taking in the scent emanating from him. It wasn't body odor like sweat. On the contrary, due to his spirit realm composition, Faen had almost no body odor; it was more like a spirit realm substance akin to pheromones. This allowed Zeri to faintly sense the wildness within Faen's heart.
Facing the raw wildness of her lover's heart directly, Zeri only felt that the instinctive lust within her body was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress. Not to mention that shameless little mouth down below, even her chest felt a faint, aching swell, with her two nipples feeling slightly cool.
Zeri knew that under the influence of the joy factor, the oxytocin in her body was taking effect. As a natural human hormone, oxytocin has many functions, such as enhancing trust and intimacy, fostering maternal attachment, promoting uterine contractions, preventing postpartum hemorrhage, stimulating milk duct contractions, and promoting lactation...
Feeling the girl who had fully entered the state, radiating a hazy and lustful aura all over, her eyes full of love, and even her jumping electric sparks turning into heart shapes as they radiated out, Faen didn't hesitate. He directly manipulated the flowing water to form sharp blades, pressing against her tight skin to slice apart the fabric of her pants, which now only felt completely superfluous.
Then, wrapping her arms around her lover in front of her, Zeri was thrust up and down as if riding a lively little pony, her small mouth gasping while tears and drool flew uncontrollably.
While holding Zeri and fiercely satisfying the deep lust in the girl's body, Faen walked towards their room. His unhurried steps left a dripping trail of wet fluids wherever he passed. Compared to this appetizer, Zeri knew very well that the real main course could only be truly enjoyed... or rather, be enjoyed upon, once they entered the bedroom.
Realizing this, Zeri's body almost immediately tensed up again, leaving a puddle of love juices on top of the already clear dripping trail.
Shortly after Faen and Zeri entered the room,
Faen backhandedly locked the bedroom door and tossed Zeri onto the soft, large bed. With his movements, the fabric that had already been shredded by the water blades completely fell away, unreservedly revealing the girl's naked, firm, and youthfully vigorous body. Her pink, tender pussy, which was already flooded and overflowing, was opening and closing unbearably, greedily spitting out crystal-clear slutty juices, causing the sparse pubic hair around it to stick messily to her mons pubis.
Faen didn't bother with any more superfluous foreplay. He directly pressed his body over hers, roughly pulling apart Zeri's round and slender legs, and flipped her into a kneeling, doggy-style position. His scalding hot, thick, purplish-red cock directly pressed against that muddy and messy vaginal opening. The massive glans rubbed fiercely along her two swollen labia, heavily crushing over that extremely sensitive, engorged clitoris, forcing Zeri's waist to jerk up suddenly as if she had been electrocuted.
"Ah... Faen, hurry up and... fuck me... please..." Zeri writhed her snake-like waist unbearably, actively sticking out her dripping peach-like buttocks backward to cater to him.
Faen let out a low growl. His hands tightly gripped the soft flesh of her waist, and his hips thrust violently forward. The terrifyingly massive object instantly impaled her tight and tender vaginal canal. With a lewd "squelch" of wetness, the entire thick, hard cock drove straight into the depths, breaking through layers of vaginal walls without any resistance, and smashed ruthlessly against her tender cervix at the very bottom.
"Ahhhhhh—! It's too deep! You're going to impale right through me!" Zeri arched her snow-white neck and screamed out loud. The tight inner walls of her flower path acted like countless crazed little mouths, sucking and squeezing tightly against Faen's massive girth.
Panting heavily, Faen began a series of wild, wide-ranging thrusts. Every time his purplish-red organ was pulled all the way out, it churned out a massive amount of thick white foam and slutty juices; every time it smashed deep inside, it was accompanied by the loud "smack, smack, smack" of his balls slapping against her ass cheeks. The rough friction ruthlessly pounded her most sensitive G-spot, forcing Zeri to completely lose her mind. The green electric arcs on the tips of her hair crackled along with the intense pleasure of her climax. Her lower abdomen spasmed violently, and the depths of her womb uncontrollably squirted out streams of scalding hot fluid, surging out wildly from where they were joined and soaking a large patch of the bedsheets beneath her into a muddy mess.
Seraphine, who was tossing and turning unable to fall asleep in her room, also climbed out of bed and poked her head out of the door wearing slightly too-small pajamas. After looking left and right, she followed the direction Zeri and Faen had left and arrived at the corridor corner.
Just as she took a single step, Seraphine immediately blinked in confusion. Looking down at the ground, her small, snow-white feet, still in slippers, had already stepped into an inexplicable puddle of liquid.
Why is there water here?
Seraphine felt puzzled. When she looked up, this puddle wasn't an isolated case; instead, it extended all the way down the hall in a dripping trail. By the time it neared the bedroom door, there was another large puddle.
She subconsciously looked up and sniffed. It was a scent Seraphine was familiar with—it was Mr. Faen's scent! Seraphine quickly realized the origin of the smell. After all, Mr. Faen's scent was so unique, and it was said to be related to the spirit realm?
She didn't take it too much to heart, as spilling some water was perfectly normal. The current Seraphine focused more of her attention on the first girls' night of her life.
So, immediately after, Seraphine excitedly ran over to Zeri's door. She didn't knock directly, after all, it wouldn't be good if Miss Zeri had already fallen asleep. Thus, Seraphine pressed her ear against the door. Very quickly, Seraphine heard a continuous series of sounds that were obviously being suppressed and let out in low whispers.
The voice belonged mostly to Zeri—even though Miss Zeri spent most of the time panting violently and letting out instinctive, rhythmic moans. But Seraphine could tell that it was indeed Miss Zeri's voice.
In terms of voice identification, Seraphine, who was born with the ability to hear the song of all things, still had some confidence.
Is she exercising? Still exercising this late at night? As expected of a warrior who dared to rise up alone against the Chem-Barons for the sake of the workers; she's too amazing!
Thinking this, Seraphine didn't make any association with Faen. The main reason was that Faen had already blocked Seraphine's perception of him in the spirit realm. Her cultivation was too shallow, and coupled with the fact that Faen was always effortlessly whispering softly into Zeri's ear while enjoying himself with her, apart from the intense sounds of flesh slapping together, Seraphine didn't sense Faen's presence at all.
With this in mind, Seraphine knocked on the door and whispered, "Miss Zeri! Are you exercising?"
Inside the room, like a fawning little puppy, Zeri's upper body was pressed flat against the mattress while her perky buttocks were raised high. Her eyes were rolled back in a hazy daze, her fragrant tongue slightly sticking out as slightly viscous saliva dripped from the tip to form a crystal-clear string of drool on the bed.
The magnificent meat pestle pounded repeatedly into her plump, tender, and tight flower path, the loud smacking sounds echoing endlessly. Submitting completely in both body and mind, the Spark of Zaun—who just a few hours ago had been slaughtering those chem-thugs in the factory looking valiant and heroic—was now utterly devoid of any power to resist.
Her breasts, which had grown slightly plumper due to oxytocin, were pressed against the bed along with her upper body like two squished snow cakes. Her face lay sideways against the mattress as she glanced back over her shoulder. Her brown pupils were flooded with fluorescent green electric arcs forming leaping heart shapes, and accompanied by the increasingly surging love, her entire person was like a broken electric water gun, squirting juices while leaking electricity.
But even though she was this lost and out of control, the girl still instinctively, as naturally as breathing, allowed these electric arcs to take the form of bioelectricity to strengthen her lover behind her rather than harm him. Though even if the girl completely lost control, wanting to hurt Faen with just this level of dissipating magic power was nothing but a fantasy.
However, with her control, this undoubtedly gave Faen an even more meticulously nuanced experience. Fine electric arcs shot outwards through her two nipples and her clitoris. The surging emotions linked together with the flow of her magic, washing through her body and making every part of the girl grow even tighter.
After a few more thrusts, even though a final thread of reason remained in Zeri's mind telling her this was because of love, rather than her becoming some sort of sex toy. Feeling this omnipresent joy, Zeri still felt as though her body was falling apart, continuously battered by the crashing waves of pleasure.
Her supporting legs trembled weakly. Feeling the massive pestle close at hand, which had already churned out copious amounts of thick white strings, her hungry flower house continuously sank down amidst the girl's intense feelings of humiliation and joy.
Right before the girl was about to experience this ultimate bliss—
"Miss Zeri? Are you exercising?"
"Eek?! Eeek!!!"
Hearing Seraphine's voice, Zeri's mind suddenly went completely blank. Immediately after, an overwhelming sense of shame swept through her mind like a landslide and tsunami. Even though he was somewhat prepared, accompanying this howling panic, feeling the extremely tight comfort brought on by the girl beneath him tensing up in an instant, even Faen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and gasp.
Although amazed by the sensory impact of this moment, Faen didn't pause in the slightest. Instead, he used even greater force and more brutality to pound his meat pestle into her sunken flower house, which had just begun to clamp its gates shut out of nervousness.
Intense shame came from her mind, while her body experienced intense euphoria. The collision of these two extreme sensations caused Zeri's reasoning, caught in the middle, to shatter instantly.
Her prone upper body arched up instinctively, the arches of her feet bowing backward, her toes curling tight. Her entire body spasmed violently, twitching uncontrollably all over. Her highly arched neck looked as beautiful as a swan's. Her thrown-back face opened and closed its small mouth without making a single sound. A pair of eyes, completely destroyed by pleasure, trembled as they looked at Faen. Then, she bit her jaw shut, and a fierce stream of squirting fluids sprayed out violently from where the meat pestle and her pussy connected.
Seeing this, Faen reached out and scooped up his lover's knees, holding up her limp and wanton body just like holding a baby to pee.
The meat pestle didn't stop pounding; silver threads of fluid splashed everywhere, and the squirting juices sprayed a full three to four meters away, only gradually slowing down after more than ten continuous seconds.
Outside the door, having already waited for two or three minutes but finding that Miss Zeri still gave no response at all, Seraphine tilted her head in confusion—did she hear it wrong?
No, she absolutely didn't hear it wrong. She could even say that the exact moment she knocked and asked, Seraphine felt a powerful, intensely thick melody like a roaring tsunami coming from inside the room. Although it quickly vanished, as if someone had hidden it, Seraphine could feel that it was Miss Zeri's melody.
Is it because it's inconvenient? After all, it is already this late...
Thinking this, just as Seraphine was wondering whether she should go back to sleep and rest, and ask Miss Zeri again tomorrow, from the window not far ahead came an incredibly exhausted, weak voice, yet laced with slight reluctance, shame, indignation, and an immense amount of excitement, satisfaction, and anticipation.
"I! I... I'm over here...—Wait, I just—Eek!!!"
Even with her ability to hear the song of all things, Seraphine had never heard such a complex and intense melody, so Seraphine quickly trotted over.
The windowsill was a bit high, so Seraphine had to lift her head slightly to see Zeri. And Zeri was desperately clutching the curtains, only exposing her sweat-drenched face. Feeling Faen start to thrust again, Zeri could only roll her eyes back, biting her lip tightly to suppress the sounds in her throat from escaping.