Although she was confused and puzzled inside, the arrow was nocked and had to be loosed. Looking at Faen close at hand, Caitlyn could only take a deep breath, reach out tentatively to hold that magnificence, and then, imitating LeBlanc's action just now, padded her tongue over her lower teeth and began to swallow and spit with difficulty.
Admittedly, her past upbringing and education made Caitlyn's technique far less intoxicating than LeBlanc, who had let go of all inhibitions. But for Faen, watching this female officer, who came from a powerful family but still harbored justice, seriously learning how to serve still brought mental pleasure.
Patting the officer's face, looking at the girl enduring throat discomfort because it was stuffed full, Faen said: "Get up."
Hearing this, Caitlyn nodded. She naturally knew that Faen saying "get up" didn't mean it ended here. On the contrary, it meant the real service and intercourse had just begun.
Climbing up from the bed, Caitlyn hiked up the short skirt she was wearing. As another section of firm thigh was revealed, Caitlyn could even feel the heat from the Pillar of Creation spraying onto her private parts. Biting her teeth lightly, Caitlyn didn't feel discomfort. Instead, she felt a satisfaction originating from deep within her spirit and a growing desire constantly overflowing.
Look, immediately after, a thread of crystal-clear, viscous water line was seen sliding down from between her legs and the skirt hem. Falling on top of that magnificent gift, outlining threads of lewdness.
"Slower, my little sister." Aside, LeBlanc came again. Shamelessly leaning on Faen's waist, resting her face on the master's lower abdomen only a few centimeters from the object. Looking at Caitlyn sideways, while lightly licking the scorching hot rod, she said with a tone full of bewitchment: "Rub with your little sister first, moisten it, then slowly sit down... This isn't just for Master's comfort, but also for you to have a nice experience. After all..."
Saying this, LeBlanc stroked it with her hand and said: "You also saw how magnificent Master is... Of course, if you have confidence in your uninitiated virgin territory, you can also sit down directly."
Hearing LeBlanc's words, Caitlyn pursed her lips. But lowering her waist, feeling that amazing size, after just a brief silence, Caitlyn followed LeBlanc's advice. She used her two petals covered in flower dew to scrape back and forth on that smooth mushroom head, soon coating the whole rod shiny and slippery.
Although it was just slight rubbing, when she was only halfway done, Caitlyn was already trembling all over, her face flushed red, sweating like rain. And that shameful place was practically flooding, trickling down distinct water marks from the roots of both thighs.
Seeing Caitlyn could hardly hold back anymore, Faen signaled that she could proceed. Seeing this, Caitlyn swallowed, her once sharp eyes now trembling with arousal. Accompanied by her gradually sinking body, after a brief pain, a faint regret and unwillingness accompanied by strong joy and happiness erupted simultaneously.
The emotions of losing her precious virginity and her inner desire finally being satisfied erupted together, intertwined. The complex thoughts even made Caitlyn lose the ability to think for a moment; she could only stare wide-eyed at her distended lower abdomen. Amidst hesitation, accompanied by the feeling that her internal organs seemed to be bursting, Caitlyn took deep breaths constantly, relieving the pressure from inside her body.
And Faen didn't rush to pile-drive. Instead, he hugged the officer's body, which was trembling from the tearing pain, gently patting the girl's straight back. Accompanied by threads of bright red dripping down the gap between their legs, soon a few blood plums blossomed on the sheet.
Maybe because of the hug? Maybe because her body's desire was satisfied? Or maybe because accompanying the negative-distance contact, the massive fluid exchange made more joy factors start to work? Soon, Caitlyn felt the pain rapidly decreasing, replaced by a numbness and comfort seeping into her marrow. The intense contrast before and after made Caitlyn feel sweat pouring all over her body, her mouth constantly secreting saliva, and her private part flowing with crystal fluids more fiercely.
But before Caitlyn could get used to this feeling, immediately, Faen looked up, easily pried open her white shell-like teeth with his tongue, falling into that mouth constantly secreting and swallowing saliva to ravage wildly—Hmm, enough saliva secreted, washed clean enough, no weird smell.
A trace of panic revealed in her gaze, but Caitlyn found her first thought and behavior wasn't resistance, but trying to reciprocate as much as possible.
Seeing Caitlyn's body had almost entered the state, Faen started slowly swaying his waist. Feeling Faen's movement, Caitlyn didn't care to think why she subconsciously catered to Faen's behavior, but suddenly hugged Faen tight, trembling all over as she endured the surging love and strong comfort in her body.
Although it was her first time, Caitlyn obviously exercised a lot, and thanks to family tutoring, her whole body was exercised very balanced, with no obvious shortcomings. Although her body's endurance upper limit wasn't as good as Zeri who could instantly strengthen via emotion magic, the average value in her normal state far exceeded Zeri's.
Confirming Caitlyn's state, Faen withdrew his tongue stirring in Caitlyn's mouth. First, he nodded satisfied, then gently licked away the slightly salty tears falling unconsciously from the officer's eyes: "Looks like you've entered the state too. Your body flexibility is good, so get ready... Hmm, from now on, let's do it until tomorrow afternoon."
Hearing this, Caitlyn froze, then looked at the clock on the wall, then looked nervous—counting the time visiting Bluewind Manor and LeBlanc and Janna's service, it was just barely 1 AM now.
Nervousness, constraint, uneasiness, and an inexplicable joy seemingly produced because Faen was keen on playing with her body?
Many emotions intertwined in her heart. Faen could also feel Caitlyn's body tightening constantly, obviously nervous about this. And through the soft flesh squirming and fluid secretion during tightening, Faen could also detect the female officer's expectation and joy.
Thinking this, Faen stood up, pinned the still hesitating female police officer directly onto the bed. While swiftly driving straight into her depths, he chuckled and said: "You have to answer 'Yes! Sir!'"