"Mm? Sif, what's wrong?"
Feeling her delicate body begin to writhe restlessly against him, Ethan realized he had gotten a bit too carried away in his excitement and almost hurt her. He quickly let go of her, his hand moving to gently caress the smooth, pale skin of her back.
Sif hadn't managed to snatch the chance to swallow his life essence, but under Ethan's relentless tongue, she had reached a screaming climax. For a moment, she wasn't sure if she had won or lost the encounter.
Frigga was still vigorously sucking on Ethan's cock, drawing out every last drop of residual life energy. When she finally pulled away, it was with a wet pop.
Ethan heard a faint, distinct gulping sound followed by a soft cough.
Wait... did Frigga just swallow all of his cum?
The thought flashed through his mind, and despite having just ejaculated, Ethan felt a sudden surge of vitality. His semi-flaccid cock throbbed and snapped back to full, iron-hard attention.
He couldn't help it. Discovering it was the dignified, elegant Frigga who had just given him such an intense throat-fuck was mind-blowing. Even Chisato Hasegawa might not have been able to handle a deep-throat like that.
The contrast was intoxicating—the poised goddess of the Norse pantheon was currently swallowing his seed like a starved slut. The mental image of her earlier bashful face combined with her current lewd behavior made Ethan's blood boil with lust.
He turned his attention back to Sif's soft, wet "garden." It wasn't that he didn't want to reward Frigga, but in their current position, Sif was his primary target. He had to fully break her before he could move back to Frigga.
Gulp, slurp... haaa...
Frigga sat up, wiping her mouth. "Sif-neesan, get down. I saw it—you've already had your turn to feel good."
"Ngh..." Sif's body was limp against Ethan. She didn't want to move. With her divine constitution, she could handle ten more orgasms. However, seeing her usually composed sister so desperate for more, she allowed Frigga to push her off and dismount.
Ethan feasted on Sif's nectar. Her secret garden was incredibly soft and juicy; every lick drew out a flood of sweet, slick fluids. They say women are made of water, and Sif seemed to be the ultimate proof.
As he was busily lapping her up, Sif suddenly knelt and arched her back, presenting her plump, round ass. Saliva and vaginal juices dripped between them, forming sticky silver threads between her labia and Ethan's lips.
Frigga stood over him, her breasts heavy and swollen. She was drenched in sweat, her golden hair clinging to her flushed face in a messy, erotic tangle. There were even a few stray pubic hairs caught in the corner of her mouth.
"Finally... my turn..."
Frigga didn't even notice the hairs. She straddled Ethan's waist, her dripping pussy hovering over his massive head. With a shudder of anticipation, she slowly lowered herself down, impaling herself in a girl-on-top position.
She pressed her hands against Ethan's chest, rhythmicially swaying her hips as she buried his dragon deep inside her. In this position, she was the master of her own pleasure, controlling the depth and speed. She began to learn how to use Ethan's cock to hit her own spots—tilting her pelvis to grind against the G-spot or slamming down to bottom out.
Her moans were pure ecstasy. Her large, white breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. Her ass swallowed and spat out Ethan's length over and over, splashing fluids across his stomach.
Ethan reached up to knead her high, firm breasts. Frigga, who had never known such pleasure, felt like her brain was melting. As she neared a climax, her internal muscles tightened. Ethan arched his back, meeting her downward thrusts with powerful upward lunges.
This drove Frigga over the edge. Her body convulsed, her pussy gripping him with incredible force. Every time she started to come down from the peak, Ethan would deliver several more hard, deep thrusts, reigniting the fire.
Eventually, the continuous waves of pleasure were too much. Frigga let out a broken cry, her eyes rolling back as she fell into a blissful, semi-conscious stupor.
Ethan's own limit was approaching. He pulled his glistening cock out of her, leaving her leaking a thick, milky puddle. After a brief moment to catch his breath, he plunged back in, hitting her cervix with a growl.
"Ah...!"
Her pussy felt like a warm, tight velvet sleeve, the walls twitching and sucking on his head. Frigga felt his cock like it was a living thing, throbbing inside her, forcing more moans from her throat. Ethan knew she was desperate for him to strip away the last of her "ladylike" dignity. He gave her exactly what she needed—ruthless, fast, and hard pounding.
After hundreds of thrusts, Frigga's moans turned into frantic cries. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his glutes as she took every inch of him.
"Ngh... Ethan-kun... you're... too big... too deep... it feels so good!"
Ethan smiled. He had completely conquered her. He leaned down and bit into one of her swaying, pink nipples while his cock battered her cervix.
"Ah... I'm going to... I'm going to leak...! Ethan-kun, I'm dying...!"
With one final, violent surge, Ethan buried himself to the hilt. Frigga's inner walls clamped down in a frantic spasm. Ethan felt the internal heat wave hit his cockhead—a sensation of pure, stinging bliss. He pinned her down, pumping his seed deep into her "inner garden."
"Ah...!"
She screamed, feeling as though she were flying, then slumped against him, breathless and dazed. Her soul and body were finally satisfied. She began to feebly punch his chest, hiding her face against him in shame. She didn't dare look at Sif or Chisato.
Ethan, however, wasn't done. He had a "healing mission" to complete via creampie. He flipped her over, pinning her under him and lifting her long, white legs high into the air. He began to hammer away again, the sounds of wet friction filling the room.
"So hard... so big... ah... Ethan-kun... so deep...!"
Her cries were music to his ears. Ethan eventually grabbed her plump buttocks, pulling her onto him so she was sitting in his lap while he remained upright. She clung to his neck like a vine, her breasts crushed against his chest.
With a final, primal roar, Ethan delivered a series of rapid-fire thrusts. Frigga felt her insides twitching in a frantic rhythmic contraction. Ethan poured his life essence into her, a hot, thick flood that made Frigga feel warm all over.
"I'm coming too... so good... I've lived so long... but I've never felt this... I wasted my life before this...!"
After a long time, Frigga finally recovered. She pulled herself off Ethan's softening cock with a wet thwack.
"I... I need to go recover my injuries now. Don't touch me anymore." She turned away, her back to Ethan, hiding the blissful glow on her face. She was exhausted and wanted only to sleep and heal.
Ethan didn't waste time. He moved back to Sif. The night was long, but the morning sun was already beginning to peek over the horizon.
By the end of the night, Chisato, Frigga, and Sif were all stabilized at the peak of the Demon Lord level, just a step away from Godhood. With Ethan's help, regaining their former power was inevitable.
The ten-day winter vacation was over. School was back in session.
The third semester was short but busy. For Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, it was their graduation year. This meant the Occult Research Club (ORC) needed a new leader.
"It's only for a year, but I'll have to trouble you," Akeno said, handing Ethan a mountain of paperwork in the clubroom.
Ethan looked at the files with a grimace. Managing a club was a headache, even one as small as the ORC. "Fine... I'll do my best."
Rias laughed. "I'll be waiting for you all in the University division. I'll make sure to have a new, even better Occult Research Club ready for when you arrive."
While the ORC cheered, Ethan was summoned to the Student Council room by Sona Sitri.