Ethan fully agreed with Ophis's perspective. She didn't understand the societal purpose of bearing children, but she understood pleasure and bliss perfectly. Even before they had fully merged, the mere friction of their skin and the intimacy of their proximity provided her with a sense of happiness she hadn't felt in her eons of existence.
The shrine maidens were no ordinary humans. The shockwave of Ophis's arrival had awakened them all. In truth, none of them had been truly asleep. Knowing their deity and their young mistress were currently enjoying the carnal delights of becoming "real women" made it impossible for the lonely maidens to find rest.
Moreover, their quarters were in the same wing as Yasaka and Kunou's. Even if they tried to ignore it, the air was thick with the rhythmic thuds and high-pitched squeals of ecstasy. After hours of waiting, they thought they could sleep once Ethan and Kunou finished, only for a presence of staggering power to suddenly descend upon the shrine.
Seeing Yasaka and Kunou standing outside the barrier, the maidens could no longer contain their curiosity. They spilled out of their rooms, some having just come from the bath, wearing nothing but oversized white shirts and black lace panties, leaving their bras and trousers behind.
The boldest among them slid open the wooden shōji doors to peak inside. Ethan's barrier wasn't designed to block sound or light; the sheer density of his magic created a "frosted glass" effect. They could only see two blurry silhouettes engaged in an act of profound intimacy. This hazy view was enough to make the virgins' hearts race and their own desires flare.
Yasaka and Kunou, having tasted the nectar themselves, watched with a mix of concern and regret. They knew exactly what was happening behind that barrier. Since Ethan and Ophis weren't fighting, but were instead "loving" each other, there was nothing to fear. The regret came from the fact that Ophis had effectively hijacked their "second round." As Nine-Tailed Foxes, they were far from satisfied, despite the rough treatment Ethan had given them earlier.
Inside the barrier, Ophis had her long, pale legs wrapped around Ethan's waist, her arms locked around his neck. Ethan's hands were busy kneading her massive, heavy breasts, squeezing them until the pale flesh spilled between his fingers. They swapped saliva in a desperate, hungry kiss while their lower halves clashed in a frenzied rhythm.
Minutes earlier, Ophis had ground herself against him until her virginity simply vanished. Her ripe body was like a bursting peach; under the slick, transparent juices of her arousal, the iron-hard "Little Ethan" had slid smoothly into her tight, pink garden. The pain of the tearing hymen was non-existent to Ophis. She hadn't even flinched when she was lethally wounded; a bit of stretching, accompanied by intense pleasure, wasn't going to make her blink.
"As expected of the Infinite Dragon God... truly incredible," Ethan exhaled. Given his monstrous size, it was rare to find a woman who could handle a full-force battle immediately after her first time.
Even through the barrier, the maidens outside could hear the wet, rhythmic splat-splat-splat of their union. The sound triggered a physical reaction in the watchers; transparent honey began to leak from their own "gardens," soaking their lace panties. They leaned against the doors, panting softly, their hands sliding into their own underwear to rub and poke at their aching walls, mimicking the motions they saw in the shadows.
Inside, the heat reached a boiling point. Ethan gripped Ophis's face, tilting her head back to claim her lips again. The order was entirely reversed—sex first, then kissing, then hand-holding—but Ophis didn't care. She didn't know how to kiss, so she simply met his tongue with her own, letting him guide her into a deep, wet exchange of fluids.
"Chuu... nngh... haah..."
Ethan kissed her passionately, his flexible tongue swiping every corner of her mouth for sweetness. Ophis's face flushed a deep crimson, and trails of silver saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth. Her hands, previously still, began to wander over Ethan's muscular back, her nails digging into his skin.
"Nn... don't... don't lick my breasts while you're thrusting like that... ahh!" Ophis moaned. Her protests, punctuated by sweet cries of pleasure, only made her more irresistible to Ethan.
Under his rapid-fire thrusting, Ophis's body suddenly went rigid. A surge of pleasure like an electric current shot through her nerves. Her voluptuous body trembled violently, and she lost the strength to move her hips. She let out a muffled cry as her internal dam broke—a literal flood of honey sprayed out, drenching Ethan's thighs and the tatami below.
Ophis collapsed into Ethan's chest, breathless and drained. However, Ethan was still rock-hard. He laid her back on the futon and flipped their positions, but instead of taking her from below, he decided to feed her first.
The thick, throbbing rod pressed against Ophis's nose. The pungent scent of his musk filled her senses. Dazed, Ophis reached out to grip the "terrible giant python," but she didn't know what to do next.
"Open your mouth, Ophis. Take it in. Don't use your teeth—use your tongue, just like when you eat ice cream or a lollipop."
Ophis's eyes locked onto his. The monstrous rod became the "lollipop" she craved. She opened her mouth and took the head in. "Haa... nngh... so big... it fills me up... tastes good..."
She wasn't just holding it; she was swirling her tongue around the glans, sucking and licking with a focus that drove Ethan wild. He grabbed her hair and began to thrust into her mouth. After a few seconds of deep-throating, he let her go, and she spat him out with a trail of thick saliva.
"Ophis?"
"It's okay... continue. I like the taste. I can handle the back of my throat."
She began to stroke him, using her saliva as lubricant, while leaning down to suck on his heavy balls as if they were candy. Ethan couldn't take the teasing anymore. He grabbed her head and thrust his entire length down her throat, bottoming out in her gullet. As a Dragon God, Ophis's body was durable beyond measure; she could handle the "internal damage" that would have shredded a human's throat. The sensation of him hammering into her lungs was a new, violent kind of thrill.
Ethan let out a guttural roar as his balls tightened. Ophis sensed the shift and took him as deep as possible. He clamped his legs around her head, pinning her face to his crotch as he erupted. Ropes of hot, white life-essence blasted into her stomach like a pressure washer. She didn't even need to swallow; the force of the "White Tide" sent it straight down.
Ophis sat up, licking the white cream from her lips, her eyes glimmering with the massive influx of energy. "So much... such powerful energy... mmm."
Ethan smirked. "You've fed the top mouth. Now, let's fill the one below."
He pulled her up, spinning her around and pressing her against the wall. He forced her to bend over, her rounded, pale ass sticking up toward him.
"Is this position okay?" she asked innocently.
"It's perfect. I'll teach you everything, Ophis."
Ethan didn't bother with a slow entry. He spread her petals and drove his monstrous spear home in one go. Ophis screamed into the wall as he began to jackhammer into her. The sound of their flesh colliding was like thunder in the small room.
Ophis's stoic mask was completely gone now. She was a mess of moans and gasps, her massive breasts swinging wildly as Ethan hammered her from behind. He began to slap her pale, wobbling cheeks, the smack-smack-smack adding to the symphony of lust.
"Ophis... you're amazing..." Ethan whispered, his dual-cultivation ability heightening the pleasure to an unbearable level. He flipped her onto the floor, pinning her in a "doggy-style" position, but lifted one of her legs high into the air—a "fire hydrant" pose.
"N-no... this position is... too strange..." Ophis protested weakly.
"You'll get used to it."
He lunged forward, his entire length burying itself deep in her womb. Ophis's eyes rolled back. "Ah... it hits... the very bottom... it feels so good!"
She relaxed her internal muscles, allowing him to pound against her cervix. Ethan gritted his teeth, his thrusts becoming violent. With every lunge, Ophis's flat stomach bulged outward from the force of his head hitting her "flower heart." Finally, he bottomed out and released his third charge, filling her womb until her belly felt tight and distended.
By 4:00 AM, the onlookers had long since dispersed. Inside the barrier, the air was heavy and humid. Corner of the room were littered with discarded pillows.
"Nngh... faster... Ethan, faster! More... deeper! Kiss me!" Ophis cried out, now completely addicted to the sensation. She was on top of him now, riding him in a frantic cowgirl position, her heavy breasts bouncing as she worked to drain him again.
Ethan smiled, grabbing her waist. "If you insist." He delivered a fourth, massive load into her, filling her so completely that her lower abdomen visibly protruded.
Ophis collapsed onto him, their bodies glued together by a thick layer of sweat and mixed fluids. After a moment, Ethan reached down, his finger sliding toward her tight, sensitive "daisy"—her anus.
"Ophis... let's try here."
Ophis didn't hesitate. "Mmm... okay." She trusted him implicitly. She didn't think such a small hole could take him, but if Ethan said it was possible, she would let him try.
The Dragon God of Infinity was ready for her final lesson of the night.