After a wild bout of frenzied fellatio, Aya grew a bit bored with the monotonous piston motion; she panted as she spat out the big cock, the shaft now coated in her saliva, glistening crystal-clear with a watery sheen on the surface, emitting an enticing sweet aroma that made one irresistibly want to lean in and savor it, the glans still quivering faintly as it leaked more pre-cum.
After spitting out the cock, Aya didn't stop; she continued lowering her head to lick the shaft, coiling her tongue from the base all the way up, then sliding down to suck on the ballsack, slurping those plump testicles in and out with endless smacking sounds, before finally starting to rim Ayn's asshole again—this woman loved Ayn's asshole way too much; as her tongue tip delved into the wrinkles and stirred, her own pussy clenched in response, leaking hot slick juices, a scorching wetness that made her thighs tremble with building need. But this time, the ass-licking didn't last long, because a new idea flashed in her mind—she wanted to try some fresh tricks to tease him.
Next, Aya reached up to pull off the two tentacles wrapped around her breasts, straightening her back and clamping Ayn's big cock between her full tits, starting to stroke it up and down in a titjob, the soft flesh enveloping him in a warm, yielding embrace that sent shivers of anticipation through her core.
Just like last time, she wrapped the soft, fluffy breast flesh around the shaft to squeeze and rub while rhythmically kissing the glans, even parting her lips to let the head briefly rest in her mouth, quickly teasing the sensitive coronal ridge and slit with her tongue, each flick drawing out a gasp from deep within her.
This stimulation made the glans secrete a flood of pre-cum, which mixed with Aya's saliva and splattered out, hotly sprinkling into her cleavage and making the titjob slide even smoother and stickier, the lewd slickness heightening every friction until her skin tingled with shared ecstasy.
Ayn groaned low in ecstasy, his hands clamping down hard on Aya's shoulders, his hips instinctively thrusting forward as his cock pistoned faster and fiercer between her tits, the pressure building like a storm in his veins. Perhaps as a reward for Aya's diligent titjob, Ayn finally reached climax, his cock pulsing violently as it ejaculated, the release crashing over him in waves that blurred his vision with raw bliss.
Thick, scorching white semen erupted in thick ropes, shooting straight onto her face and hair, forcing Aya to instinctively close her eyes and receive those wave after wave of hot impacts, her body arching into the deluge with a thrill that made her pulse race. The sticky fluid trailed down Aya's cheeks in glistening strings, the air filling with a sweet semen scent that made her pussy clench involuntarily, leaking even more juices.
Truth be told, this ejaculation was just a token reward one—the proof being that the semen volume was only about 100ml, whereas last time Ayn had climaxed with up to 500ml, filling Aya's intestines and stomach to the brim. So, it was easy to tell that Ayn had only had a minor orgasm. But even this small climax thrilled Aya to no end; once she felt the ejaculation end, she slowly opened her eyes, gazing straight at Ayn with eyes full of satisfied lust and affection.
At this point, Ayn was a bit unsteady on his feet, because he was still immersed in the afterglow of his climax—Transcendent orgasms were far beyond what ordinary people could compare to, and even for men, they lasted longer and deeper, his soul as if teased repeatedly by hot waves, leaving him so blissed out that his thighs went weak.
So, Aya quickly hugged her lover's body, letting him pillow his head on her full thighs as she gently stroked his hair, trailed her fingers over his chest, and grasped that cock still fully erect, her palm softly stroking it to let him sink even more thoroughly into that warm ecstasy.
Of course, while Ayn savored his climax, Aya wasn't idle; she channeled her MP to meticulously gather the lewd fluids and semen from her face, hair, and the floor, those sticky white masses converging like living things into a crystalline semen orb, its surface quivering faintly with a sweet glow.
With a mere thought from Aya, those fluids flowed like a little stream from her lips into her mouth. She couldn't bear to throw away these treasures—they were her spoils of war, the embodiment of her love for Ayn. So, she wouldn't allow herself to do that, because to her, it would be like saying "I don't love you anymore, so I don't want to eat your semen," an intolerable betrayal of a thought that drove her to greedily suckle every drop even more.
Of course, there was another important reason for swallowing Ayn's semen and lewd fluids: the taste was absolutely amazing! Just like savoring a fine red wine, she carefully rolled her tongue over every drop in her mouth, feeling the silky texture and the layered bursts of sweet fragrance, only then slowly swallowing it down. The hot flow slid along her throat to the depths of her soul, making it quiver.
Transcendent semen and lewd fluids were all crystallizations of MP, mental power, and soul power—their taste and texture were incomparable to mortal things. And with Ayn's strength being so great, the mouthfeel and flavor were even better, even replenishing the MP Aya had expended and perking up her spirits, her pussy faintly craving more.
This special and wonderful liquid filled Aya's heart with boundless joy; she even wanted to store it away, develop it into desserts or brew it into fine wine to slowly savor this lascivious afterglow that belonged only to them. However, because she lacked a suitable container, Aya had no choice but to temporarily shelve the idea.
After drinking down those sticky, sweet fluids, Aya's desire burned even hotter; she temporarily laid Ayn's body flat, then quickly stripped off her damn leather pants, shoes, and socks. Then, Aya knelt beside him, lowering her head once more to engulf that big cock, her tongue tip coiling around the slit to greedily suck at the leaking crystalline pre-cum.
Even after ejaculating, this big cock showed no sign of softening at all, staying rock-hard with bulging veins and a swollen, flushed glans that gleamed brightly—this left Aya feeling a mix of anger, affection, and helplessness all at once.
She was angry that after all her diligent service, it still hadn't fully surrendered; affectionate toward her man for being so powerful, able to fuck her to heaven every time; and helpless... because this meant that she alone couldn't satisfy Ayn's lust, and she'd need help to conquer this big cock. In other words, she'd have to share the man with other women. However, what woman would want to share her lover with another woman? So, her heart felt utterly helpless...
Since sharing was inevitable, Aya decided to seize the initiative for herself. She would personally pick a woman for Ayn—one she could accept—rather than letting him fool around outside and one day drop a bomb like "I have a woman out there, even a child," which would truly be deadly.
The mere thought of sharing her lover stirred waves of displeasure in Aya's heart. She wasn't one to smash things in a tantrum; instead, she directly straddled Ayn's waist, gripping that still-hard big cock and aligning it with her slick pussy before slamming down hard. The hot, tight pussy flesh layered around the shaft, suddenly spearing through the hymen in a tearing swell of pain that instantly melted into stuffed ecstasy, plunging straight past the cervix to press the glans against the inner wall, the scorching ache transforming in a flash into overwhelming fullness and bliss! From there, she began wildly riding up and down, pussy juices splashing everywhere, the squelching thrusts echoing through the air.
Wait, where did that hymen come from? Hadn't Ayn already fucked away this woman's virginity long ago? That's right, but a Transcendent's self-healing was powerful—restoring a hymen was a piece of cake for her. Think about it: given the choice, wouldn't Aya restore it for the thrill, so Ayn could savor the conquest of breaking it every time? Of course, she'd originally planned it as a little surprise for him, but unfortunately... she couldn't wait any longer now, breaking it herself with this big cock first, blood mixing with pussy juices to trickle down her thighs in hot, sticky trails.
However, one wasn't enough; Aya grabbed the deep-blue energy tentacle nearby and shoved the closed mouthpart straight into her tight asshole, the hot stretch of her anus opening sending a jolt straight up her spine. The moment the tentacle entered, it excitedly morphed: the mouthpart instantly turned into a big cock—not the ordinary kind, but a perverted thing covered in rough granules that buzzed with vibration! And damn it, it even started thrusting rhythmically, the granules scraping her intestinal walls in electric layers of numbness that stacked up, making her asshole clench involuntarily to suck it in.
With two big cocks pounding front and back in tandem, Aya was fucked to the brink of heaven and hell.
As she kneaded her own quivering tits with both hands, she wailed out "Hnnng oooooh..." in slutty cries, her body and ass frantically riding up and down, pussy and intestinal walls gripping the shafts hot and tight, every impact ringing with slaps of flesh on flesh and squelches of fluids splashing, the air thick with the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.
And all of this happened in the brief interval while Ayn was immersed in the afterglow of his climax; when he finally awoke from that wave of ecstatic heat, what met his eyes was Aya riding atop him, extremely proactively riding up and down on the two big cocks in a lascivious display—her pussy and asshole simultaneously swallowing the flesh rod and tentacle, the squelching sticky thrusts unending, hot pussy juices splashing to make their joined parts slick and wet.
This sight made Ayn burst out laughing happily; he suddenly flipped over, pinning Aya beneath him, roughly spreading her quivering beautiful legs and gripping her waist with both hands as his hips thrust forward and back fiercely, his big cock pounding her pussy like a pile driver, each slam hitting the uterine wall with slapping flesh sounds and muffled grunts from her throat, the pleasure tingling up his spine.
But this was far from enough, because Aya was right then kneading her own swaying tits with both hands, milk spurting into the air in crystalline arcs, this was nothing short of a provocation to Ayn: "You useless waste, leaving my tits so lonely!"
So, Ayn directly pried open her hands; the pale purple tentacle quickly flared its mouthpart open, engulfing the hard nub of her left nipple and starting to lick and coil madly, the tongue surface scraping over the rough texture of her areola to shoot straight to her nerves; then, with a thought from him, the tentacle split once more, a white tentacle forming immediately, its mouthpart opening to reveal dense white filaments inside that latched directly onto the nipple, the filaments drilling into the pores like countless tiny tongues to stimulate a wild spray of milk, the sweet milky scent spreading through the air.
Now things were perfect, but Aya's mouth and tongue were still empty with nothing to play with—yet Ayn didn't summon a tentacle to stuff her little mouth. Why? Because at this moment, her lewd cries were utterly slutty, those "Hnnng oooooh... your cock's so thick... fuck me rotten..." screams plaintive and wanton, making Ayn's cock swell another notch.
And this wonderful lewd crying was his achievement—fucking this slut to the point of uncontrolled howling! In his heart, the most joyful, most exciting thing in the world was listening to her cry out like this in abandon, so stuffing a cock in her mouth now to reduce her to mere hums and grunts? That absolutely wasn't Ayn's choice; he wanted to hear her scream even louder, scream until her soul trembled!
As he fucked on, Ayn realized he didn't actually need to grip Aya's waist so tightly with both hands anymore, because she was frantically matching his thrusts on her own, that slutty ass like a bitch cat in heat, proactively bucking up with every impact as her pussy and asshole simultaneously devoured the two big cocks. So, Ayn's hands were freed up just like that.
However, those freed hands couldn't stay idle for long: one hand braced at his own waist, like pumping himself up with "Come on, fuck this slut to death"; the other went straight for her erect clit, now swollen like a pink tender gem, engorged and hot, and with a light pinch from his fingertip, it drew scream after scream from her, pussy juices gushing out.
This scene made Ayn's chest tighten with excitement, and under that surge, he split off yet another tentacle—a pink one, much thinner than the other three, only two fingers thick. The moment this tentacle appeared, it lunged straight for that "pink tender gem," its small mouthpart opening to engulf the clit, the filaments inside precisely teasing every sensitive nerve ending from the hood's edge to the slit-like pore, without missing a spot, stimulating Aya's pussy into violent spasms as she wailed "Hnnng oooooh..." in frenzied lewd cries.
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