Ethan grabbed the girl's slender waist and captured her pink lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He knew exactly what she was thinking. To her, he was just a lecher. She expected him to demand more "outrageous" things now that she had humbled herself.
Ethan had been a little annoyed earlier, but his logic quickly took over. He wanted to turn this righteous blonde Brave into his personal "toy" as quickly as possible. Cerys, lost in his expert kissing, felt her small tongue conquered, and the fire in her body reached its zenith.
Ravel, Xuelan, and Isabella had recovered somewhat. Their eyes, filled with curiosity and amusement, watched the couple. Even though they had just seen each other in various states of undress and ecstasy, witnessing a new "sister" fall was always interesting—especially a "genius" from the Brave clans who usually looked down on Devils.
Ravel, Xuelan, and Isabella surrounded the couple in a triangle, observing from 360 degrees. Amidst Cerys's blushing, Ethan released her mouth and began the next step.
Cerys was a virgin with only basic theoretical knowledge. She needed a master to guide her. Ethan's hands moved from her waist down to her rounded, silk-covered thighs, caressing them. This provocative move triggered an intense wave of longing in her. Cerys's body writhed; her legs, kneeling before him, rubbed together as her black-clad butt moved to follow his touch.
Finally, Ethan's hand slid under her ultra-short pleated skirt, moving along the damp black silk toward her forbidden zone. When Ethan's finger hooked into the edge of her panties, Cerys instinctively squeezed her thighs shut and pressed her hand over his.
Ethan didn't rush. He stopped and looked at her with a smirk. Cerys quickly realized her mistake, let go of his hand, and slowly opened her legs, allowing his long fingers to rest against her entrance. Her soaked panties offered no resistance.
Ethan didn't use his fingers to explore yet. Instead, he pressed his entire palm against the plump, smooth mound of her mons, gripping the tender flesh. He squeezed and released, savoring the slippery, delicate sensation. His other hand traveled down her long legs to her perfect, silk-covered feet, playing with them until Cerys was swaying on her knees.
Then, his hands moved back up to her rounded, silk-clad buttocks. He bypassed the edge of her panties, his fingers easily finding the crevice of her pink valley. Because she was kneeling, he couldn't go deep yet, but the sheer plumpness of her felt more like a mature woman than a young girl.
Ethan's fingers teased her within the limited space of the skirt. He tried to slip a finger into the narrow, pink slit, but her tensed muscles kept it shut tight. Ethan wasn't in a hurry. He continued to caress her through the black silk.
After a while, the chaos in Cerys's mind was replaced by pure pleasure. Her body went limp, and she slumped onto the bed before him. Under the gaze of the other three girls, her white uniform was slowly removed. Her sexy upper body was exposed, her firm, rounded breasts encased in semi-transparent black lace.
"I didn't think you'd wear such sexy lingerie underneath, Cerys..." Ethan remarked, kneading her snowy mounds.
Cerys turned her head away in embarrassment. Her lingerie was always in this style; deep down, she was indeed quite lustful. Ethan didn't tease her further; he reached behind her and unclipped the bra. The black lace fell away like a butterfly.
When her breasts were freed, they bounced like two white rabbits. Her pink nipples were already erect. Ethan didn't suck them immediately; he simply watched them bounce while teasing them with his fingers.
"Oh... ah...!" Cerys moaned as he finally leaned down to suckle her left nipple, while his fingers pinched the right. She instinctively hugged his head to her chest, giving him a face full of soft, snowy cleavage.
After he had his fill of her breasts, he removed her pleated skirt. Now, the tall, blonde Brave was wearing nothing but her black tights—which Ethan had used magic to "open" at the crotch, leaving the rest intact.
Ethan lunged forward, his athletic body pressing her snowy breasts into "meat pies." They locked lips in a fierce, wet kiss. After a while, Cerys whispered into his ear, "Lord Ethan... take me..."
Knowing she had reached her limit, Ethan didn't wait. He positioned his iron-hard "dragon" against the flowing pink valley. He slid the purple-red head up and down against her slit, finding the narrow entrance. He entered slowly, a move designed to tease and build anticipation.
Cerys, despite her impatience, felt a strange sense of gratitude and affection for his slow, deliberate pace. She hooked her arms around his neck, her body trembling as he pushed further. He could feel her shaking and heard her small whimpers of pain.
Despite her arousal, the first time was still painful. Ethan was at his smallest—about seven inches long and two fingers thick—but it was still a lot for her. He pushed through the final barrier. As a mix of clear fluid and bright red blood flowed out, Cerys let out a few crystalline tears.
Ethan wiped them away tenderly. "Relax, leave it to me. Just enjoy it."
He began to move from slow to fast within her narrow flower passage. Simple thrusts were enough to push the inexperienced Cerys to her limit. She clung to his neck, her crying gasps echoing in the room.
"I'm going... I can't... Lord Ethan, no... ah!"
Inside her, Ethan was like a relentless pile driver, his massive head hitting her "palace gate" with every strike. Cerys was both pained and ecstatic, reaching climax after climax. Her "garden" became a literal fountain of honey, soaking her tights once again.
Ethan gripped her breasts, pretending to be annoyed. "You're coming without me again? You've 'stolen' the lead several times now, Miss Brave."
He thrust even harder, the "squelch-squelch" sound filling the air. "Damn... you're so wet..."
He was already on the verge, and the sensation of her tight, virginal walls clamping down on him during her orgasms was the final straw. Ethan pulled her into a sitting position, facing him, and began a rapid-fire assault.
Cerys, dazed with pleasure, felt her passage tighten reflexively, nearly forcing him to erupt. Ethan gave her butt a playful smack. "You want my life essence that badly?"
Cerys shook her head, her golden hair swaying. "I can't... ah... too fast... Lord Ethan... I'll never be able to go back..."
She was soon incoherent. Ethan gripped her long, black-stockinged legs, lifting her hips as he cultivated with her wildly and joyfully in front of the other three girls.