As time passed, the effects of the treatment began to show. Sif could feel her sliding life force and power stabilize. The spiritual emptiness vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and joy.
She was too busy to focus on the technicalities, though. Her entire universe was centered on her crotch. While Sif was lost in the pleasure, Ethan was focused on the rhythm. Feeling the internal "love-flesh" sucking and squeezing him, he nearly let out a moan of his own.
"Sif... your inside feels incredible..."
Sif was melting. She gripped Ethan's arms. "Ngh... I can't... I'm going again..."
Ethan, a veteran of the bed, held his ground. He sent Sif over the peak again and again, her high-pitched cries filling the air as she sprayed. He didn't even use any special techniques—just raw, primal power.
Ethan gripped her ass so hard his fingerprints left marks. He arched his back, driving his cock so deep that half of his balls seemed to follow him inside. Sif reached her limit, her cute face on the verge of tears from the overstimulation.
She was spasming, her walls clamping onto his cock and refusing to let go.
"Truly... I can't anymore, Ethan... go to Frigga..."
The stimulation was too much. Even though the final injection of life essence hadn't happened, Sif begged him to switch targets.
"Oh? You sure?" Ethan smirked and stopped his movements.
Sif had been at the height of ecstasy, and suddenly, the movement stopped. Falling from the clouds was agonizing. She wanted him to switch, but not like this! She needed to finish! She pinched his arm and began to grind her own hips, trying to rub herself against him. Her juices overflowed as her internal muscles sucked desperately at his thick, swollen member.
Ethan grabbed her thin waist and resumed his assault, a wet squelch-squelch sound echoing as he hammered her.
"Heh... your body is more honest than your mouth."
Ethan was sweating, his lower back aching with the effort. He leaned down, growling into Sif's ear. He drove her to an even more extreme peak.
"Ugh... ahhh... so good..."
"So much water..."
Ethan decided it was time to end it. Sif looked down, her breathing ragged, watching the massive dragon vanish and reappear in her body. Her internal muscles sensed a change in the pulsing of his cock.
"Give it... give me your life essence... fill me up... I want it all... AHHH!"
Ethan couldn't hold it any longer. He opened the floodgates, pinning his cock against her cervix and firing. The life energy was scalding hot and immense in volume. Sif was blasted into another climax by the sheer force of the internal "creampie." A wave of her own honeyed nectar sprayed onto his pulsing cock head, making Ethan hiss in pleasure.
They lay together, panting, Ethan's softening cock still buried inside her. He kissed her sweaty face. "Digest that. I'm going to treat Frigga now."
"Mmm..." Now that the time had come, Sif didn't want to let go. She hugged him tighter.
Ethan chuckled and gave her a quick peck on the lips before pulling out and pouncing on the blushing Frigga. Frigga's body was just as ready; when Ethan kissed her, she opened her mouth to receive him. Her tongue tangled with his while his hands moved from her waist to her heavy breasts.
He kneaded the soft mounds. "I haven't even touched them yet, and your nipples are like rocks."
"Ngh, no..." Frigga moaned. "I've been watching you two for so long... it's a normal reaction..."
Her honesty only made Ethan more excited. He grabbed her waist, flipped her over, and pulled her milky-white legs wide.
"If the top is ready, I bet the bottom is too..."
Ethan's dragon was fully engorged again. He found the slick entrance and pushed. With a wet thud, he breached her tight entrance. He pressed her waist down so she was flat on the bed with her ass high in the air. He thrust upward, his massive dragon flattening her internal ridges until he hit her cervix.
Ethan had skipped the foreplay entirely, and the sudden invasion made Frigga jump. Her body tensed, her insides clamping down so hard Ethan let out a grunt of pain.
Frigga was more maturely built than Sif; she could handle his size. And since she had been watching for so long, she was well-lubricated. Even as her virginity was taken, she didn't feel much pain. As the blood and fluids mixed, Ethan's movements became smoother. After a few dozen thrusts, the red tint vanished, replaced by pure pleasure.
"Miss Frigga, does it feel good?" Ethan whispered.
Frigga squeezed her eyes shut, covering her mouth with her hands to keep from screaming. Ethan began to thrust with short, sharp strikes, hitting her cervix repeatedly. Frigga's body rocked under the force.
"Ngh..."
She was in bliss, wanting to scream, but with Sif and Chisato watching, her pride forced her to stay quiet. Her garden was overflowing, the slick fluid dripping onto the sheets.
Ethan moved with minimal effort but maximum depth. Chisato, watching from the side, was getting hot herself. She leaned against the headboard, rubbing her own breasts. Ethan reached out, pulled her close, and started sucking on her nipples while he continued to plow Frigga.
Dual-wielding goddesses, Ethan was in heaven. But he couldn't play forever; the longer they waited, the weaker the girls would get. He didn't delay—when the feeling peaked, he opened the valves and filled Frigga with a massive load of hot life essence.
The heat sent Frigga straight to the clouds. Before she could even enjoy the afterglow, Ethan pulled out and turned to Chisato. Frigga watched, a bit annoyed but helpless, as Ethan began to hammer Chisato.
The sounds of squelch-squelch returned. Ethan sucked on Chisato's lips and tongue—she was far less shy than Frigga, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling her tongue with his. Silver strands of saliva connected them.
Once Sif had finished digesting her portion, Ethan finished his business with Chisato, filling her to the brim. He stayed inside for a few more dozen thrusts, enjoying her tight walls, before reluctantly pulling his semi-soft member out.
Before he could say a word, a desperate Sif crawled back on top of him. She tried to guide him back inside, but because of her lack of experience, she kept missing. The "doll-faced" goddess was almost in tears from frustration.
Ethan laughed. One time was all it took to turn her into a total addict. He helped her line it up.
"Ngh... it's finally back in..."
Sif hugged his neck, her long legs wrapped around his waist as she slowly sank down until she was sitting on his thighs. They began a second round of "treatment."
Frigga watched the dragon vanish and reappear in Sif's body, swallowing hard. Her legs clamped onto the blanket. She had been the one with the shortest session, and her pride had kept her from fully expressing herself. Now, she was burning with lust.
She wanted to be treated like Sif—pounded without mercy, cherished with raw lust...
She didn't realize it, but she was no longer a passive participant. She was ready to beg for it.
Ethan eventually lay back, letting Sif take total control. Sif, however, stopped grinding and sat on his chest instead. She was light, so the weight of her plump ass on his chest wasn't a problem. Then, she shifted her position, lowering her body until her soaking wet garden was pressed directly against Ethan's face. The sweet, musky scent filled his nose.
Her breasts pressed against his abs, and her cool, soft hands gripped his cock, beginning to stroke it. Her movements were clumsy, but it felt amazing. Ethan opened his mouth and thrust his tongue into her pink slit.
Sif let out a sharp moan, her garden secreting even more juice. Ethan slurped at her nectar while Sif took the head of his cock into her mouth. After one round of treatment, his "dragon" was no longer at its "smallest" size—the head was now as big as a baby's fist. Sif's teeth grazed him accidentally, but the slight scrape only made him harder.
Ethan licked her slit more fervently, bucking his hips so his cock head tapped against the back of Sif's throat. Sif used her tongue to swirl around the "crown" of his cock, licking away the salty pre-cum.
This blatant display of service broke Frigga's last bit of restraint. The "lady" of the group crawled down to Ethan's crotch and began to compete with Sif. Two beautiful goddesses—one a cute doll and one a refined lady—were now fighting over his cock. They shared his member, stroking it together and taking turns sucking him off.
Ethan was in heaven. Who knew Frigga had such a hidden "slutty" side?
Sif, feeling the competition, tried to take the whole thing in, opening her throat to bury the dragon as deep as possible. Ethan felt like he was going to explode; Sif's mouth had an incredible suction power. Between the two of them, the slurping and sucking sounds filled the room.
Ethan reached his limit. He grabbed Sif's ass—still pressed to his face—and nibbled on her swollen clitoris while bucking his hips hard, driving his cock into someone's throat—he couldn't even tell whose anymore.
He opened the floodgates.
"Mmph! Mmmmmm!"
Frigga had managed to claim the "dragon" for the finale. She swallowed every drop of the thick, hot essence, her body trembling with a minor climax of her own. She felt victorious.
Ethan continued to pump his life energy into her mouth, his brain drowning in dopamine. The feeling of her wet, hot throat squeezing him was almost too much to handle.