Ethan's movements grew fierce and irresistible, his hips driving forward like a surging dragon as he relentlessly pounded the young girl's delicate flower. Under the sheer force of his assault, Siris could no longer suppress the overwhelming pleasure his massive cock provided, and her screams filled the room.
"Ohhh... it's so deep...! My core... you're going to shatter my core...! Oh... Ethan... Master Ethan is too incredible...! Ahhh... I can't... I can't move... I'm going to come! I'm cumming...!"
The sexy body hanging from Ethan trembled violently. Streams of transparent honey gushed from their junction—the undeniable sign of a soul-shattering climax. At a glance, it almost looked as if Siris had lost control of her bladder.
Ethan didn't let up even as Siris peaked. He continued to plow through her passage, venting his volcanic desire to ensure the girl had a perfect first experience of "dual cultivation." After another two hundred thrusts, Siris spasmed once more, surrendering her virginal essence to his rhythm. Finally reaching his own limit under the spray of her nectar, Ethan pulsed, shooting a hot, thick torrent of life-essence deep into the girl's womb.
Siris's constitution was excellent; as the dual cultivation took effect, her slightly bruised entrance began to heal, becoming soft and tender again. However, after such an intense ordeal, she could only lie limply on the bed, gasping for air.
As soon as Ethan laid Siris down, Karamine—the brown-haired, busty beauty who had been in heat for a while—crawled toward him like a hungry pet, her soft tongue licking his thigh.
"Master... Master Ethan... I want it too... I want your cock... I want your essence..."
Ethan turned around to see Karamine's sexy lingerie in a state of absolute disarray. Her outfit was a peach-pink set that she had turned into a depraved mess through her own self-pleasure. Two thin straps crossed her snowy neck, barely covering the pink tips of her heavy breasts, while the rest of her cleavage was fully exposed. Below, a similar string-like strap cut through her crotch, forcing her plump, wet labia to bulge out on either side.
Aside from those few scraps of fabric, her pale, gorgeous body was almost entirely bare. The translucent black lace that once covered her waist was gone, leaving only a pair of sexy black stockings with peach-colored lace trim clinging to her shapely legs.
The word about Ethan's "leg fetish" seemed to have spread among the girls. For every "treatment" session, someone made sure to wear a pair of stockings to maximize their allure.
Seeing her nearly naked, porcelain-white body, Ethan felt his "dragon" surge back to life. Despite having just finished with Siris, the prospect of taking another beautiful virgin was enough to make his blood boil with excitement.
"I just finished, Karamine. Are you really that desperate?" Ethan teased, reaching out to grab her slender waist.
The girl's face flushed a deep crimson. "It's... it's not like that... I just want to start the treatment quickly... I don't... I don't just want it..."
Despite her denial, she didn't resist his wandering hands. Instead, her small, white hand reached out and grabbed his hardened shaft, stroking it eagerly. Ethan squeezed and kneaded her rounded, soft buttocks, enjoying the feel of her firm flesh. He pulled her into his embrace, pressing her against his chest, while his other hand hooked under her thigh, hoisting it up high.
He forced her into a standing split. With one leg raised, her soaked, pink entrance was spread wide open before him. Her labia twitched with every breath she took, seemingly begging for entry.
Ethan didn't hesitate. He flicked the thin strap aside and pressed the burning head of his cock against her entrance. He tilted her chin up and asked, "Do you really not want it, my dear Knight?"
"I... I want it... I want you..."
Karamine was far more direct than Siris. Her earlier denial was her last shred of dignity. Now, with that terrifying yet enticing monster pressing against her, she couldn't resist. From the moment she started watching him fuck Siris, her heart had been filled with him. The "treatment" was just an excuse; she simply wanted to be pinned down and destroyed.
"What do you want, exactly?" Ethan teased, rubbing the head of his cock against her slit without entering, stoking her lust to the breaking point.
"I want Master Ethan's cock... I want to become one with you... it's so itchy down there... it hurts... I want your cock inside me... only that will stop the itching... Please, Master... fuck me..."
Her eyes were glazed with lust, her reason long gone. She even began to wiggle her white ass, rubbing her wet folds against him.
"Alright. Let me satisfy my favorite Knight."
Ethan drove his thick, purple-red shaft deep into Karamine's core. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck, one black-stockinged leg hooked tightly around his waist while the other struggled to keep her upright. The massive head of his cock tore through her tight walls, easily piercing the thin, virginal barrier. A few streaks of red mixed with her transparent honey, flowing down her thighs and soaking the peach lace.
"Ahhh... Master...! It's so itchy... please, harder...! Ohhh! It's so good... I feel like I'm flying...!"
Because of Siris's earlier experience, Ethan controlled his power better this time. Since Karamine had already worked herself up into a frenzy, the pain of being broken was instantly replaced by a tidal wave of pleasure.