Ethan's suggestion to Ravel about "one more person" was just a possibility; he didn't expect Cerys to agree immediately. He had become more promiscuous, but mutual consent remained his baseline. He wouldn't use threats—at most, some verbal teasing.
If he demanded Cerys offer her purity as a condition for the agreement, the stubborn girl would probably agree with a 50% probability. But Ethan didn't feel the need to force it.
Facing Ethan's bluntness, Cerys bit her lip, her eyes wavering in conflict. Seeing her lack of movement, Ethan returned his focus to Xuelan. In his judgment, it wouldn't be long before this righteous Brave became his.
"Ngh...!" Xuelan opened her eyes as the rhythm of Ethan's thrusts intensified. Watching him move inside her, her face turned even redder. She gazed at him with deep affection as pleasure and fulfillment washed over her.
"Xuelan, does Master make you feel good?" Ethan teased, driving deep. Xuelan let out a few whimpers and gave him a seductive, playful glare.
"Mas... Master is the best..."
"You're supposed to be serving me, yet I'm the one working hard for you," Ethan joked.
"Ooh... I don't know how yet... later... I'll learn and serve you properly..." Xuelan's face was as red as a ripe peach. Ethan felt a surge of excitement and increased his speed, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing loudly.
"Ah!" With rapid thrusting and kissing, Xuelan reached her peak again. She closed her eyes and gasped, her breasts bouncing with her ragged breathing. After a while, she calmed down and looked at Ethan with misty eyes. Seeing him admire her body, she felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. She closed her eyes and covered her chest with her hands, moving into a state of meditative absorption.
As Xuelan began her cultivation sleep, Ethan turned his battle-ready gaze toward Isabella, who was already waiting in position. Cerys was free to leave, but if she wanted to stay and be influenced, Ethan didn't mind. Perhaps she would even join in voluntarily.
Ethan captured Isabella's lips, his tongue prying her teeth open. While sucking her tongue, his hand moved to her "garden," kneading the sensitive area. Soon, he moved his mouth to her breasts, acting wantonly. His expert technique made Isabella's chest feel heavy and aching with desire.
Ethan chuckled and drove his hot dragon into her soft, warm peach-blossom passage. The sudden fullness made Isabella moan in satisfaction. Because she was already extremely wet and had been "opened" before, he plunged in nearly to the hilt, hitting her "flower heart."
"So full..." Isabella stared at the ceiling with glazed eyes. "But it feels so good..."
Ethan moved gently, letting her savor the sensation. Simultaneously, he sent a pulse of magic through his member into her womb, circulating it through her body. This was a technique he had mastered after reaching God-class. The sensation was so intense that Isabella almost lost consciousness.
He wanted to see if he could fully conquer her interior today. As the frequency increased, Isabella felt a dizzying numbness spread through her. She felt like her "garden" was trying to swallow him whole.
Ethan decided it was time to push her to the limit. His member grew two sizes larger, expanding into a massive pillar nearly ten inches long. Isabella, feeling the sudden expansion, screamed out in a mix of shock and pleasure. It felt like an electric current was striking her lower belly.
He withdrew almost completely. Isabella let out a cry of extreme emptiness. Then, Ethan drove back in with massive force. A high-pitched scream echoed through the room and into the hallway.
Cerys's eyes widened. From her vantage point, she could see exactly how the massive, terrifying member disappeared into Isabella. She saw Isabella's legs kick straight and her waist arch high, her expression one of near-collapse. Looking at the small, round bulge appearing on Isabella's flat stomach, Cerys instinctively looked at her own belly, imagining that if she were the one, she wouldn't fare any better.
Just as Cerys's internal "spring tide" began to settle slightly, the "tortured" Isabella wrapped herself around Ethan like an octopus, refusing to let go. Then, to Cerys's shock, Isabella began to let out even more seductive cries, her body trembling with ecstasy.
Ethan's judgment was right. Isabella was a natural. After her "palace" was first breached, she adapted within minutes and began to extract even greater pleasure. Even without Ethan moving, she reached a peak.
Ethan glanced at the stunned, uncomprehending Cerys and began to enjoy himself. He stroked Isabella's back and legs, savoring the smooth skin. After a while, Cerys snapped out of it, her curiosity blooming.
Is it really that good? Even when being impaled like that... it gets even better?
Cerys had some common sense, but the evidence was right in front of her.