After dozens of thrusts, Ethan sat upright, triumphantly riding Irina's beautiful, noble body. The proud Angel was now crying out in pleasure, letting him do as he pleased. The physical and mental joy of conquest made Ethan sprint even harder.
Irina was forced to moan and wail. "Ethan... slower... ah... it hurts a bit... ooh..."
Ethan knew not to take those words literally now. He thrust his hips even harder. The virgin path was so tight that every thrust was incredibly satisfying for him. Her cries for mercy only made him more excited.
Irina's jade-white body turned burning hot. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy. She was completely lost in the physical pleasure. She raised her long legs high, hooking them around Ethan's back, lifting her hips to meet every thrust.
On the thick, soft mattress, Irina screamed and moaned. Primal desire had conquered her logic. All the repression from her years in the Church was being vented.
Ethan wasn't satisfied with just the missionary position. He hauled her upper body up. Irina, finding herself face-to-face with him while still joined below, closed her eyes in shame but didn't move. Ethan pulled her into his arms and stood up on the vibrating bed. The massive, hot dragon began to pump up and down inside her tight valley.
Fearful of falling, Irina wrapped her limbs around him like an octopus. Her firm nipples ground against his chest muscles with every jolt. The pleasure was irresistible. She screamed lewdly, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
As she neared the edge, Irina finally let go. "Ah... ahh... so deep... mm... oh... I'm flying... I can't... stop... I need to... I need to pee..."
Ethan knew she didn't actually need to use the bathroom—she was about to squirt. "It's okay, just let it go," he whispered in her ear, thrusting even harder.
Irina reached a forced orgasm. "Ah! I can't... it's coming... I'm peeing!"
After the incomparable sensation passed, the girl—believing she had lost control of her bladder—started to sob quietly. Ethan pulled her hands away from her face, his dragon never stopping its rhythm. The room was filled with the lewd squelch-squelch sound of his shaft moving through her juices.
Irina felt like her flower heart was being branded. She saw stars as she hit peak after peak in the ocean of lust. Her waist arched, a tremulous moan escaped her, and her pussy spasmed, spraying hot, slick fluids all over the head of Ethan's shaft.
After 'peeing' again, she realized the truth and stopped crying. Ethan, seeing his goal was reached, let his own desire loose like a wild horse.
After a series of shudders, he erupted. A massive flood of hot "lava" sprayed into Irina's sensitive, sacred flower palace. The heat made her spasm again, sending her back to heaven. A mixture of life essence, virgin blood, and honeyed juices leaked from where they were joined.
They collapsed onto the bed together, gasping for air. Irina was limp, but she kept her limbs wrapped around Ethan like an octopus, refusing to let him pull out. His shaft, not yet soft, acted as a natural plug, keeping his life essence inside. Her flat stomach was visibly bloated from the sheer volume of his "genetic material."
Even in her post-coital daze, she didn't forget her mission to stay pregnant. She used all her willpower to avoid absorbing and refining the energy, managing to save about half of it in her womb.
Ethan didn't stop her. He knew that for Devils and Angels, conceiving was nearly impossible without human intervention. He planned to use this "mission" to eventually turn Irina into his personal angel. She only needed to serve one God: Ethan.
Looking at her snowy skin and porcelain face, Ethan was about to go for a second round when a knock came at the door.
"Ethan? Irina? Are you in there?" Xenovia's voice called out.
Ethan looked at the delirious Irina and then at the clock. It wasn't even 8:00 PM. He pulled out, opened the door, and yanked the blue-haired swordswoman inside before she could leave.
Xenovia knew what they had been doing. She didn't mind being a third or an observer. Getting pregnant was her goal, and she was curious about how sex worked.
Inside, Xenovia saw Irina lying naked, her body covered in red hickeys and her sacred flower valley a mess. The lewd, glistening fluids matted her hair. Her narrow entrance had been stretched into a red hole that was only slowly closing.
Seeing her friend in such a state made Xenovia's own body feel hot. Having just finished a large dinner, the blue-haired girl was in peak condition.
"Ethan, are we going to make a baby now?" she asked, her eyes moving from his face down to his throbbing, purple dragon.
Ethan answered with action. He stripped her like a little lamb and took one of her pink nipples into his mouth. He sucked and kneaded her while his other hand found the full, smooth mound between her legs. He signaled for her to spread her long legs, then began to explore her smooth, hairless pussy. Xenovia kept herself clean-shaven for combat efficiency, leaving her flower valley pink and bare.
Ethan felt her soaking wetness. She was already overflowing with love juices.