There had been no climax—no psychological release, no physical peak—only the hollow, mechanical discharge of fluid from the relentless thrusting. Perhaps the machine at her apartment could satisfy her tonight, or perhaps it would simply overheat and die again, just like the day before.
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Diana used a pulse of magic to cleanse the scene. She donned her coat, her footsteps making a soft, rhythmic thud as she exited the faintly scented office. Outside, the night was deep and heavy—the perfect canvas for the Dark Legion to wreak havoc. But Diana hadn't caught the scent of that particular chaos in a long time.
Driving her sports car through the quiet streets, she felt a sudden, crushing realization: Is this all my life is going to be?
'If only I had kept a few,' she thought.
Now, she lay on her side on her sofa, still clad in her restrictive corporate uniform, her heels still on. A constant, maddening itch burned through her lower body. Reaching down, she flipped the switch on the heavy sex machine positioned beneath her. The dildo surged, thrusting back and forth into her warm, slick depths.
Her divine heritage was a double-edged sword: it granted her eternal youth, beauty, and vitality, but the side effect was a sexual appetite that was utterly insatiable.
'I should have spared a few of them,' she mused, staring blankly at the ceiling. 'The Legion Commander... he was wiped out before he could even reach an erection. Maybe the Dark Legion was designed as the only true mate for a Guardian like me.'
Lost in her thoughts, she scrolled through her phone, looking at eroticized images of her own heroic persona. Her breathing hitched, vaginal fluids splashing against the sofa as the machine hammered away. Her free hand slipped beneath her shirt, kneading her full breasts with a rough intensity. Her body began to tremble, her moans growing louder, but then—suddenly—she stood up.
She was dripping, her vulva open and aching, but her face was expressionless. The dildo remained on the sofa, swaying rapidly in the empty air. She wasn't playing a game anymore; she was bored, frustrated, and a little angry.
"I want to climax. I want to be fucked. Gods, I'm so bored!"
She slid onto the floor in front of the sofa, forcing her fingers deep inside herself. Her red lips uttered vulgar, obscene words, but her tone remained chillingly calm. Her fingers worked in a blur of motion, competing with the buzzing of the machine behind her. What kind of man did she even need? Perhaps as long as there was a pulse and a penis, her body would respond. She remembered a lukewarm encounter with a goblin after the war—it had been a rare, fleeting success.
Suddenly, her nostrils flared. Her small nose twitched as a faint, sharp scent cut through the air—the unmistakable musk of a strange creature.
A flash of white light erupted, and her conservative office attire vanished. In its place, her battle suit materialized. The fabric wrapped around her neck, plunging into a deep cleavage that showcased her full breasts. It tapered sharply at her waist, leaving her powerful legs and rounded hips exposed. Her white heels clicked against the floor, and her ponytail, tied with a playful bow, swayed as she vanished.
She reappeared in an abandoned, decaying complex. Months had passed since the Legion's fall, and these ruins remained a jagged scar on the city. Amidst the rubble, a powerful, monstrous aura beckoned. Following the scent into a damp basement, Diana found it: a half-human-sized egg.
It was a remnant of the Mother Nest that had exploded in space.
"Hmm? What are you... a little tentacle monster?" She leaned in, her battle suit already soaked through from her earlier frustration. "Without the Mother Nest, you've become malnourished. You're lucky you met me."
Diana channeled a spark of her magic into the gray-black shell. It swelled instantly, several slick, dark tentacles bursting through the top. The creature, driven by instinct, was immediately drawn to the radiant woman before it.
Pulling back the fabric of her suit, Diana's face finally flushed. She had been anticipating this moment for far too long. She stepped closer, and the monster pounced. Its nimble coils burrowed into her wet heat, thrusting with a frantic, newborn energy.
'I could shatter this thing with a single thought,' she realized, using her willpower to suppress the Amazonian instinct to destroy.
But the creature was too small; its movements were barely a tickle to a goddess. She needed more.
"Phew... monsters are definitely different. Too bad you're so tiny. Little one, let me help you grow."
She pushed pure, divine energy into her loins, allowing the greedy parasite to drink its fill. The effect was instantaneous. The monster's body bloated, its mass doubling as two more thick tentacles sprouted and joined the assault.
Diana's brow furrowed. Even this basic, rhythmic thrusting was sending shockwaves through her. An unbearable sensation rose in her throat, and a soft, seductive moan escaped her—a sound that startled even her.
"Mmm~ Ugh, I'm actually... I'm going to... this is so great. Little one, yes!"
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