I wasn't sure if it was because Ravel was a noble lady, pampered from a young age—not in a derogatory way, but quite literally—or because her power level was higher, but Ethan felt that her skin was even finer and smoother than Isabella's or Xuelan's. Not only that, but her tightness was just as impressive.
The skin texture of Xuelan and Isabella was already top-tier, yet Ravel managed to surpass them. Ethan couldn't help but caress her delicate frame with fascination. In the bedroom filled with the scent of a young girl, the atmosphere of intimacy continued to spiral upward.
After the "warm-up" provided by Isabella and Xuelan, it was finally Ravel's turn, and the mood had reached its peak. The two beauties, having completed their treatment and feeling fully satisfied, lay on either side of the large bed, leaving the prime cultivation spot in the center for their mistress... and their master.
Ravel's plump, rounded breasts appeared even more swollen under Ethan's touch and gentle bites. Her pink aureolas surrounded two tender buds that stood erect in the air.
Ethan happily cupped Ravel's jade-like mounds in his hands, kneading the soft snowballs wantonly. Meanwhile, his burning, turgid member continued to rub and slide rhythmically against her wet, pink crevice. Ethan discovered that Ravel truly had hidden potential; she looked modest when covered by her dress, but now that he was manually measuring her, he realized one hand could only cover about half of her bounty. For someone of her age and petite stature, she was truly "a slender branch bearing heavy fruit."
Ethan marvelled at the sensation—the roundness was soft yet full of elastic tension, lubricated and warm. It felt incredible. He pressed down on the white, plump mounds, kneading them forcefully from side to side. The towering, smooth breasts would dip and then bulge, the tender white flesh occasionally spilling out from between Ethan's fingers.
Seeing those pink buds swaying like precious pearls, Ethan felt another urge to suckle. He didn't hesitate, following his inner desire. He lowered his head, burying his face between Ravel's fragrant, ample breasts. A sweet, ethereal scent pierced through his heart. His soul stirred as he bit down on the small, round cherry that was trembling from shyness.
Immediately, he took it into his mouth and began to suckle vigorously. Ethan sucked while using his tongue to flick the sensitive nipple, occasionally nipping it gently with his teeth. Ravel felt an itching sensation spread from her chest to her entire body, a numb pleasure that vibrated through her spirit.
In the depths of passion, the girl caressed Ethan's black hair with her delicate hands, letting out soft, enchanting gasps.
"Ah... oh... mm... Lord Ethan... it feels so good... right there... it feels so good..."
Ravel's porcelain skin flushed red, her mouth slightly agape as she moaned softly. The tender, pure little cherries in Ethan's mouth gradually grew harder. Hearing Ravel's moans, Ethan felt his heart race. He used his raging member to rub desperately against her "mound of venus."
"Ah...!"
Ravel's heart fluttered and her body shook. She felt a strong electric current surge from her garden, followed by a dizzying sensation. The extensive foreplay had actually caused the pure devil heiress to reach a small peak just like that.
After the brief joy came an even more unbearable sense of emptiness. Ravel instinctively rotated her rounded, perky buttocks, trying to create better friction against Ethan's burning member. Though it was like "scratching an itch through a boot," it was better than nothing and slightly eased her longing.
Ravel's translucent face was flushed with spring-like passion. Her moans grew louder, and her breathing became heavy and ragged. Ethan sucked and licked the fullness of her chest more forcefully, his large hands wandering constantly over her body. Among her features, her slender, white legs and tiny, cute feet received the most affection.
Her snowy buttocks rose and fell, her rounded little behind twisting and turning. Her pink, cute panties had long since lost their function, sliding completely off her ankles and drifting loosely to the floor.
Ethan stripped the girl in his arms completely, and the cute, white little lamb appeared naked before him. He took in every inch of the golden-haired devil girl's figure—it was sexy, alluring, and yet retained the pure charm of a virgin. Ravel had a small amount of golden down on her pubic mound; though she wasn't "bare," this budding garden had a unique flavor.
Actually, being naturally hairless wasn't common; most girls used magic to adjust themselves. Apparently, our cute, pure, and usually sharp-tongued lady didn't know about this. Otherwise, given Ravel's love for beauty and cleanliness, her lower region would certainly have been a smooth, hairless expanse.
Ethan's right hand kneaded the fullness of Ravel's chest, while his left hand reached inside the skirt draped around her waist. He teased the edges of her garden, rubbing the two wet petals at the entrance with his fingers. Occasionally, his thumb flicked the protruding pearl while his middle finger slid toward the center, poking and prodding. The teasing made Ravel's body sway; transparent, slippery fluids flowed like a surging tide, and her lips parted.
"Nngh... mm..."
Holding Ravel, Ethan finally tore away the pink, puffy princess dress, revealing the girl's perfect, holy, and beautiful body. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, her body trembled, and her voluptuous silhouette was displayed without a stitch of clothing. The most beautiful and mysterious zone of her body was laid bare before Ethan.
Her snow-white body was flat and fair. Three inches below her navel grew pale-golden grass, veiling the charming and mysterious pink slit. Seeing Ravel's white, voluptuous, and sexy mature body, Ethan's excitement continued to soar.
He once again grabbed the girl's plump, rounded "white rabbits" and rubbed them gently. Ravel felt a numb sensation in her breasts reach her whole body, making her limp. Ethan's hand moved to her back, stroking the pure white, smooth skin. He could clearly feel the girl's body reacting to his fingers as if fueled by desire.
Slowly, Ethan's hand slid down to Ravel's fragrant buttocks, forcefully kneading the rounded, delicate pink mounds. He felt Ravel's butt was incredibly smooth and perky; stroking it for a while made him reluctant to let go. The girl's moans grew louder, and Ethan's hands began to slide more rhythmically over her backside. As her moaning intensified, his movements became bolder—light sliding turned into forceful kneading of the translucent, pink-tinged flesh.
Ethan leaned over, kissing Ravel gently near her ear. She couldn't move her body, only allowing his hand to slide from her buttocks down to her inner thighs, moving toward the sensitive garden, eventually cupping the mound between her legs. Ethan pressed his lips to her cherry mouth again, suckling softly.
The golden-haired, twin-tailed lady's face was now flushed and hot. Her body shook uncontrollably, producing an inexplicable longing and expectation for the coming invasion. Ethan felt her body trembling uncontrollably; his fingers had already touched the entrance to her garden.
So wet...
Ethan's other hand wandered above, kneading Ravel's soft snowballs and teasing those hardened little cherries. In their intimate embrace, their positions slowly adjusted until they reached the traditional posture best suited for Dual Cultivation.
Ethan's hot, swollen member pressed against the girl's secret garden, which was already incredibly wet and slippery. Feeling she was ready, Ethan spread her buttocks with his hands and placed her delicate feet on his shoulders. His member first rubbed gently against her crevice, getting the entire shaft drenched.
Ravel couldn't help but moan with her lips parted, her beautiful face a picture of endless passion. Ethan rubbed gently, in no hurry to begin the cultivation. He wanted to see if the proud, sharp-tongued devil heiress could drop all her reserve before her master and reveal the deepest desires of her heart.
He slid his member twice against her crevice, then teased the "pearl" twice. Listening to her moans getting louder, Ethan felt a surge of excitement. The long dragon could slide through her entire crevice, claiming it all—the head could even reach her cute little navel.
The desire in Ravel's heart was rising steadily. The sliding member made her feel incredibly empty, and her cute mouth continuously let out "nnn... ahhh" sounds. The girl was extremely tempted, wanting him to come inside and start the formal Dual Cultivation. But she was too embarrassed to ask, so she just pouted her lips and stared at Ethan with watery, seductive eyes.
Ethan read her gaze. He didn't continue to torture his cute little Queen. As the little princess of the Phenex house, Ravel had already lowered her guard enough before him. He aimed for the entrance, pushed aside the tender, wet petals, and in one go, drove himself into the girl's peach-blossom passage.
"Ah... it hurts!"
As the saying goes, short pain is better than long pain. But this short pain was very real. Despite all the preparation, Ravel's tender, narrow secret garden still found it hard to endure Ethan's startling size. A pained cry reached Ethan's ears. Between the girl's thighs, spots of red representing her purity seeped out, staining the pink-white sheets, looking exceptionally vivid.
"Ah—!"
Hearing Ravel's cry, Ethan immediately stopped his next movement. He held her tensed body tightly, his hands constantly stroking her smooth back and his lips kissing her ear and neck to distract her from the pain in her lower body.
Ravel held Ethan tightly with a pained expression, and the pain made her instinctively bite his shoulder. It wasn't until a bit of blood flowed that she realized what she was doing. She hurriedly let go of his shoulder, looked up at him with a nervous face, and asked, "Lord Ethan, I'm so sorry! Are you alright? Does it hurt?"