The battle with Styraatu had just concluded, but Faen's body and spirit showed no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, with the conclusion of the fight and the satisfaction of his battle-lust, his entire spirit was exceptionally active. The restlessness of his physical body goes without saying. Now that Janna was curious about her material realm body, as her intimate lover, Faen naturally offered his "assistance" to help her better understand her current physical state.
Beneath Faen, Janna focused intently on the thick, long medicine pestle invading her flesh inch by inch. The slight pain made her frown slightly, but the intense pleasure that followed smoothed her brow. As Faen began to sway his hips, Janna could clearly see a bulging outline appear on her belly, moving back and forth with his rhythm.
"I think I somewhat understand why Zeri is so addicted," Janna said, panting slightly as she enjoyed the sensation, watching Faen pull out, dragging out a few millimeters of pink, tender flesh along with splashing juices. "Compared to the resonance of the spirit realm, the physical reaction in the material realm is much more direct. Are these nerves? The things transmitting emotions into my mind... I feel my body yearning to be played with more fiercely by you."
"How fiercely?"
Faen chuckled, reaching out his hand. He ruthlessly grabbed the two soft mounds on her chest. His rough, hard fingers dug deeply into the twin plumpness, the intense stimulation causing Janna's body to tremble lightly. Not stopping there, Faen pinched the two tender pink "red beans," pulling and twisting them, stretching the soft water balloons into various shapes. It wasn't until the dazed look on Janna's face became increasingly obvious, and she began to struggle somewhat unbearably, that he finally relented and withdrew his hand.
Escaping those teasing large hands, Janna cupped her soft mounds, letting out a series of pants.
Although the pain from the pulling was relieved once she broke free from Faen's grasp, Janna could feel an empty sense of loss in her heart. Immediately after, a slight itch came from her nipples. Frowning slightly, Janna presented her chest to Faen once again.
Seeing Faen just smiling at her without making a move, Janna blinked in confusion. It was only through her perception in the spirit realm that she understood his intent. She took the initiative to grab Faen's hands and placed them on her chest.
"You clearly want to play with me too, so why must you make me take the initiative like this?" Janna asked, a hint of confusion in her voice as she guided Faen's hands onto herself.
Hearing Janna's question, Faen let out a light laugh and grabbed her tightly once more. But this time, as he grabbed her, he pinned Janna directly onto the bed.
"This is the so-called sense of conquest and possessiveness, and it is also the source of my joy!!!"
As he spoke, Faen's distinctively muscular and robust waist moved like a motor... no, rather than a motor known for frequency and speed, it was more like a heavy battering ram. Though it didn't seem that fast, every thrust sank powerfully and deeply into the deepest part of Janna's flower house. The collision of buttocks produced loud "smack-smack" sounds, and with every echo, ripples spread across Janna's well-proportioned body.
Faen's rough and heavy pounding plunged Janna, the aloof and divine patron goddess, completely into a quagmire of sensation. With every full immersion, the massive glans would ruthlessly push aside the wet, soft flesh, reaching straight to the spiritual core at the deepest part of her womb, bringing waves of ecstasy that made her soul tremble. In that material body, which had become extremely solid due to the continuous infusion of power, Faen's giant, vein-bulging, iron-like object acted like a scalding steel drill, thoroughly churning and crushing the goddess's dignity and divinity.
"Ah... hng... Master's... is too deep... it's going to churn me to pieces..."
Janna's originally indifferent eyes had completely lost focus, the depths of her pupils reflecting dazed heart shapes. Her tall body bounced violently beneath Faen, her skin, originally as white as jade, flushing with a bewitching red due to extreme sexual arousal. As Faen's waist pounded madly like a heavy pile-driver, her narrow meat hole simply couldn't withstand such massive filling. The lewd, squelching sounds of water, accompanied by wisps of shimmering spiritual light, constantly sprayed out from the crevice of their union, soaking the bedsheets into a messy ruin.
This sacrilegious pleasure caused Faen's blood to boil completely. He pinned down Janna's plump breasts—which had been kneaded red and even showed obvious finger marks—and the frequency of his waist's sprinting suddenly accelerated. Every deep thrust brought out large amounts of stringy, crystal-clear love juices.
It was precisely at this moment, when the carnal desire reached its peak, that LeBlanc's smooth, warm body pressed up against him like a venomous snake. The Deceiver embraced Faen tightly from behind without hesitation, her nipples, swollen and hard from arousal, restlessly rubbing against his back. Her long, shapely legs locked tightly around Faen's waist and hips, while her slender fingers skillfully reached downward. In the gaps of the fierce battle between the two, she greedily groped the scorching meat stick that had completely sunk into Janna's body, her eyes filled with a craving for the thick, honey-like demonic essence that was about to erupt.
Wrapping her arms around Faen's robust body, LeBlanc had returned to Faen's side after completing some necessary tasks on his behalf. Possessing the memories of the original LeBlanc, handling minor affairs between the Twin Cities was child's play for her. Especially since her expertise lay in illusion magic, combined with Faen's absolute control over her. Although Faen hadn't appeared on the scene later, LeBlanc had created illusions to make it seem as though he were present, executing his goals and commands.
Now, having finished her mission, she returned only to see the Master who held her life and death in his hands endlessly conquering and ravaging the goddess of the Twin Cities. What could LeBlanc say? Naturally, she immediately joined in, wanting to gain more of her Master's favor, to have him help her more, fill her more...
"I was out conveying Master's will and executing Master's commands, but to think Master was busy conquering and ravaging another girl..." Gently biting Faen's earlobe and seeing the curve rising at the corner of his mouth, LeBlanc knew she had brought her Master joy.
This brought a slight joy to LeBlanc, so she pressed her entire warm body against Faen's back as he continuously pounded into Janna's flower house. Feeling the explosive life energy, the mark on her lower abdomen gradually glowed and heated up, causing the illusionist witch's mouth to go dry. Finally, she proactively took Faen's hand and guided it toward her own valley, which was already overflowing.
This made Faen raise his eyebrows in surprise. He dug his fingers in a few times and said, "Didn't I just fill you up? You absorbed it all so quickly?"
Hearing this, a greedy aftertaste appeared on LeBlanc's lips.
As someone adept at studying and researching, although offering her first time to a man so suddenly and proactively made LeBlanc feel somewhat unsettled, as her thoughts gradually calmed, she discovered the effects of the Joy Factor. Especially since she was Faen's familiar in the spirit realm, the Joy Factor from Faen would bring immense benefits to her growth in that realm.
This made LeBlanc clearly realize that currying favor with Faen wasn't just to get more of his attention. Even if only for the sake of her own future, for her existence in the spirit realm, she should actively demand, actively help Faen conquer these girls. This way, she could also gain more in the process, steal more tastes...
She didn't hide her thoughts; in fact, while thinking these things, LeBlanc kept looking proactively into Faen's eyes. Upon discovering that Faen wasn't dissatisfied in the slightest—and that the smile on his face had grown even richer—a smile also appeared on LeBlanc's face. She knew her Master was very happy with her doing this...
"Good girl."
As he spoke, Faen finished pumping his essence into Janna. He patted the panting Janna's buttocks, then turned to LeBlanc and said, "Your turn."
Hearing this, LeBlanc licked her lips, then lay on top of Janna and raised her buttocks high into the air.