Chapter 354: Perfect Timing
After several dozen thrusts, Haruto raised his upper body triumphantly, riding atop Irina's beautiful and noble form.
The once proud angelic busty beauty of the church was now reduced to continuous, melodious moans under the dragon's whip, allowing him to shame the flowers and break the buds.
The pleasure of physical ecstasy, combined with the thrill of conquest, drove Haruto to thrust with even greater enthusiasm.
Caught between pain and bliss, Irina was forced to emit incomprehensible, wanton moans and whimpers.
The young girl's willow-like eyebrows occasionally furrowed slightly as she pleaded with delicate sobs, "Ha...Haruto... gently... ah... it hurts a bit... wu..."
Haruto naturally knew not to take such words seriously at this moment. He arched his waist and thrust even more powerfully.
The maiden's floral path was extremely tight and narrow, each thrust snugly enveloping and grinding against his fiery dragon, bringing immense pleasure. Coupled with her moans and pleas, it only served to excite Haruto further.
Under the relentless, fiery dragon's movements, Irina's jade-like body, smooth as congealed fat, grew burning hot.
Her cheeks flushed, her eyes seductive and hazy, she continuously moaned and whimpered, completely intoxicated by the physical pleasure Haruto bestowed upon her.
The lust-filled, chestnut-haired, busty beauty raised her long, slender legs high, tightly hooking them around Haruto's back, allowing him to ride her youthful, sensual form.
The young girl desperately lifted her jade-like hips, wildly writhing in sync with Haruto's thrusting movements, completely lost in the overwhelming waves of carnal pleasure.
On the soft, thick mattress, Irina cried out and gasped passionately, emitting soul-stirring moans without cease.
Primitive desire overcame reason. The beauty who had long adhered to church teachings now reveled in Haruto's fierce assault, as if unleashing years of suppressed passion.
Haruto, full of energy, grew unsatisfied with the normal position of lying on the bed.
He wrapped his arms around Irina's snow-white, voluptuous upper body and lifted her. In her wanton, delirious state, Irina suddenly found herself face-to-face with Haruto, both completely naked and still intimately joined below. Instantly, her jade-like cheeks burned crimson, and her charming, expressive eyes closed shyly, not daring to move a muscle.
Haruto pulled her soft, powerless naked body into his embrace and stood up from the trembling bed. His large, burning dragon thrust up and down within her tightening valley.
Fearing she might slip, Irina wrapped her limbs tightly around Haruto's tall, sturdy frame like an octopus.
Her delicate, firm cherries continuously rubbed against his bare chest muscles with each of Haruto's fierce thrusts.
The dragon's thrusts within her tender valley grew increasingly fierce, irresistible pleasure overwhelming her mind. She met his movements with wild abandon, her wanton moans mingling with soul-devouring gasps.
As she approached her peak, Irina finally let go completely, crying out loudly.
"Ah... ahhh... so deep... mmph... oh... ah... I'm going to... fly... can't take it... stop... stopping... I want to... pee..."
Though Irina had some knowledge of intimate matters, Haruto understood this wasn't truly about urination but signaled the maiden's impending climax.
"It's alright, let it out if you need to."
Haruto whispered in her ear while vigorously pulling his member, intensifying his thrusts.
Forced to climax by Haruto's dominance, Irina cried out: "Ah! I can't... it's coming out... I'm peeing..."
After the incomparably exquisite sensation passed, the maiden who mistakenly believed she had lost control began weeping softly.
Haruto pulled away the delicate hands covering her flushed face, his dragon continuing its relentless pace within her valley—now glistening with crystalline spring nectar and producing lewd squelching sounds.
Irina felt her floral core being pierced until it burned, seeing stars as her soul scattered, rising and falling repeatedly in the stormy seas of desire.
Extreme pleasure once again coursed through her limbs, making her entire body tingle with unbearable sensitivity.
Arching her slender waist, Irina released heart-trembling tremolos through her nose. Her fleshy cavern convulsed, spraying warm, slick spring nectar that scalded the massive dragon head buried deep in her floral core.
After 'urinating' again, the maiden seemed to understand the truth of the matter and didn't cry from shame this time.
Reality often proves more convincing than verbal comfort. Seeing his goal achieved, Haruto no longer restrained his runaway desires.
The dragon trembled violently before releasing its floodgates, shooting powerful streams of scorching magma deep into Irina's tender, sacred floral palace. The heat made the large-breasted beauty with chestnut hair convulse around her core once more, ascending to paradise.
Thick, slippery fluids—a mixture of life essence, maiden blood, and feminine nectar—dripped from their joined bodies.
Haruto and Irina collapsed onto the trembling bed with limbs tightly entwined, breathing heavily.
After her release, Irina's delicate body went limp, yet her limbs still clung to Haruto like octopus tentacles, keeping his dragon within her valley.
The still-unsoftened dragon served as a natural plug, preventing excess life essence from escaping and causing her pale, flat abdomen to swell noticeably.
Even in passion's most exquisite moments, the maiden hadn't forgotten her mission—to retain Haruto's genetic material within her body as much as possible.
Yet the powerful life energy proved irresistibly tempting, constantly making her unconsciously absorb and refine it.
With tremendous willpower, Irina finally managed to preserve about half the contents of her floral palace.
Though Haruto didn't currently want children, he had no intention of stopping Irina's efforts.
If life were so easily conceived, the demon, angel, and Fallen Angel races wouldn't suffer declining populations, reduced to relying on humans for survival.
Moreover, getting her pregnant was something he had promised, and he intended to use this as a reason to fully make Irina his own.
It was unlikely that a single encounter could completely change the mind of a buxom angelic beauty, but with day after day and year after year of such interactions, Haruto was absolutely certain he could turn Irina into an angel who belonged solely to him.
The only god the maiden needed to serve was Haruto.
Gazing at Irina's snow-white skin and lotus-like oval face, Haruto gently swayed his hips, preparing for a second round, when a knock sounded at the door.
"Haruto, Irina, are you in there?" Xenovia's voice called from outside.
Haruto glanced at Irina, whose eyes were dazed and body limp, then checked the time.
It wasn't even eight in the evening yet.
Without hesitation, he decisively withdrew his dragon, opened the door, and pulled in the blue-haired Holy Sword Wielder beauty who was hesitating over whether to follow Haruto's earlier suggestion and leave.
Xenovia, of course, knew exactly what Haruto and Irina were doing in the room. She didn't mind the idea of the three of them together, or even just being an observer.
While having children was her ideal, she was also deeply curious about the act of sex itself.
Once pulled into the room by Haruto, Xenovia's eyes immediately fell upon the naked Irina on the bed.
The maiden's sensual, pale body was flushed pink and covered with vivid red kiss marks, while her most private and sacred valley was in complete disarray.
A lewdly glistening fluid had soaked the chestnut-colored thicket, matting it together.
The originally narrow entrance to her flower path had been stretched into a crimson fleshy opening, now slowly and gradually closing back up.
As she curiously observed her friend's lingering state of arousal, Xenovia inexplicably felt her own body growing warm and restless.
With a full stomach comes lustful thoughts—the blue-haired, buxom beauty, having just finished dinner, was at her physical peak.
"Haruto, are you going to have a child with me?"
Xenovia turned her head to look at Haruto beside her, her gaze traveling from his handsome face downward, past his perfectly sculpted body, until it was captured by the towering purple-red dragon standing proudly.
In response to Xenovia's question, Haruto answered with action.
With swift movements, he stripped her until she was as bare as a tender little lamb, then took one of the pink buds into his mouth.
Haruto alternated between sucking and kneading, while his other hand found its way to the moist, swelling mound between Xenovia's legs.
After playing for a while, he signaled for Xenovia to part her long, rounded legs, and began exploring her smooth, pink valley.
Having learned from past experience that long hair could hinder combat, Xenovia had kept hers short ever since. Similarly, she naturally didn't maintain any thick growth below that might cause discomfort.
While colorful, neatly trimmed foliage had its own charm, Haruto's true preference was for the slick, smooth, and tender fullness of a bare valley.
Satisfied with the silky softness under his fingers and the moist sensation at his fingertips, Haruto knew Xenovia had already produced considerable love juices.