Phei felt the next wave leave him through the deep, rhythmic suction of her pussy around his cock. Her hips gave another slow, unconscious roll, the wet sound of her stretched folds sliding along his shaft mixing with the creak of the bed. Her thighs trembled against him.
Phei felt the next wave leave him.
Huge.
Deep.
His fingers dug into the sheets again.
It was too much sensation, too much wrong pleasure, too much of himself being pulled away through a bond that was still far too intimate to think about cleanly. His body wanted to move. His instincts wanted to grip, thrust, claim, resist, surrender. His mind wanted to calculate capacity, mission rewards and whether the Omni-Primordial Path had just found its first major side effect.
So naturally, he did the only reasonable thing.
He laughed under his breath:
"I take one goddess's virginity," he murmured, "and she immediately starts drinking my sealed Soul Energy like birthday wine."
The system remained silent.
Coward.
