Fallen Angels lost God's divine protection, but that didn't stop them from retaining mastery over sacred powers, such as Light, which is toxic to Devils.
The power of the Lower Fallen Angel Bloodline was ordinary, but if Ethan suddenly used it against other Devils in the future, it might be surprisingly effective.
Withdrawing his still-erect little Ethan from Kalawarner's body, the swollen flower-valley was rubbed again, and the dazed blue-haired onee-san let out a moan that was a mix of pain and pleasure.
After such a fierce first lovemaking session, where even her sacred flower-palace was conquered, Kalawarner was utterly limp, her mind seemingly having ceased to function.
She was oblivious to Ethan's departure and didn't even notice when the next round of conquest began beside her.
Even as Kalawarner was being fingertip-caressed to climax by Ethan, Amano Yuuma and Mitelt were already reaching down to their own beautiful, tempting flower-valleys, unable to control their urges.
They were inexperienced, but that didn't mean they were completely ignorant of such things.
As healthy, mentally sound Fallen Angels, both had experience browsing videos and self-gratification.
However, watching a familiar person do it live, as opposed to through a screen, was a completely different and far more stimulating experience, especially Kalawarner's near-breakdown expression, which left them both longing and fearful.
When Ethan stood up, the cute, lively blonde fanged Fallen Angel girl was fumbling under her pajamas with her small hands. It wasn't until she was heavily pressed down next to the still-recovering Kalawarner that she snapped back to reality.
Her slender arms wrapped around Ethan's neck, and her cute, small cherry lips pressed against Ethan's sexy, thin lips. Driven by lust, she had forgotten all fear and only wanted to satisfy the emptiness and itching inside her as quickly as possible.
Feeling the girl's surging desire, Ethan slipped his hand inside the cotton pajamas and pressed it onto her tender skin. Mitelt shifted slightly, then her small tongue began to twist even more frantically.
Ethan pushed his hand straight between the girl's warm, elastic thighs. His hot palm stroked back and forth along the tender inner thigh of the adorable Fallen Angel lady.
Mitelt's small mouth parted, and she let out a low, repressed moan.
"Ah... Mmm.... Deeper in...."
The girl's sexy, rosy lips were parted, and she was breathing rapidly. Ethan's hand slowly broke through the last line of defense, inserting itself along the slender, balanced thigh gap. His finger parted her soft, plush thicket and gently teased her petal-like, slightly blooming pink flower-lips.
"Oh...."
Mitelt let out a desperate, muffled sound. Her body trembled as if electrocuted. Her round, firm hips instinctively moved backward, trying to evade the wanton friction of Ethan's finger. However, Ethan's finger hooked completely inside the girl's alabaster-like, raised flower-valley, rousing her wet, soft clit until it stood up, shimmering and erect.
At the junction of the two flower-lips, his fingertip, smeared with the involuntarily flowing nectar, pressed against the girl's delicate, pink core. The layers of tender flesh in the flower-valley pulsed and squirmed under Ethan's teasing, and clear honey-fluid continuously flowed out...
To have her flower-valley so thoroughly played with under the nose of Lady Raynare was an initiation Mitelt had never imagined.
The blonde girl's cheeks were flushed like fire, her breath hissing. She panted, bit her lip, and uttered broken, ambiguous pleas from her throat.
"C-come inside.... I can't take it anymore..... Treat me like you treated Kalawarner..... Hurry up....."
The cute, pretty Fallen Angel girl was completely ready. Ethan glanced at Amano Yuuma, who was currently fondling her own body behind him, and decided not to waste any more time on preparation.
Skillfully stripping off the girl's pajamas, her white, slender body was exposed. Due to excitement, her skin was slightly flushed pink.
Mitelt trembled continuously in Ethan's embrace. Warm, sticky fluid overflowed. Her lips, exhaling hot air, moved closer, begging for affection.
Ethan tightly embraced her slender waist. His tongue frantically tangled with the girl's soft, sweet tongue. With one hand, he lifted one of her smooth, perfectly shaped legs. His proudly raised enormous member targeted the spot and slowly advanced toward the warm cave.
The sensitive glans first pressed against a soft, wet spot, then was enveloped by a slick, moist, hot, and tightly wrapped sheath of flesh.
Ethan groaned with pleasure. His massive member became even harder. He held Mitelt's slender waist tightly and slowly penetrated deeper.
The wet, tight petal-path closely coiled around his behemoth. The cute Fallen Angel girl let out a soft moan, her entire body suddenly trembled, and her soft body instantly went rigid.
A familiar piercing sensation came from his little Ethan. Ethan knew he had pierced the symbol of the Fallen Angel lady's purity. No matter how many times, this feeling of conquest remained intoxicating.
"It hurts...."
The girl's flower-valley was still too narrow for the enormous member. Even though she had prepared herself fully, she still needed time to adapt.
Listening to Mitelt's soft moans next to his ear, Ethan held her smooth, small hips and slowly pulled down. Amidst her cries of pain, the behemoth mercilessly broke through the untouched, fresh petal-path until the glans finally pushed against the delicate cervix.
"Ah...."
The Fallen Angel girl let out a long, repressed groan, sweat pouring from her forehead. The emptiness and unbearable itchiness were soothed, and the intoxicating pleasure suppressed most of the pain.
With nearly half of his massive member still exposed, Ethan held this position and began to play with the two cute, firm mounds.
Although they weren't too large to be grasped in one hand like the blue-haired onee-san's, they had the unique elasticity of a young girl. They fit perfectly in his hands, feeling soft and delicate to the touch, making him linger.
Ethan forcefully stroked Mitelt's high-standing mounds, pinching her gradually hardening pink nipples, continuously stimulating the lust within the girl.
"Ah.... Oh..... I.... I'm hot...."
The pain of her deflowering gradually disappeared, replaced by unbearable craving. Mitelt restlessly twisted her small body, uttering sexy moans.
Sensing the Fallen Angel girl secretly trying to thrust her lower body, Ethan curved his lips into a smile. He slowly raised her round hips. The behemoth, tightly enveloped by her delicate petal-path, was smeared with honey-fluid. He slowly pulled out, rubbing against the soft flesh walls. When only the glans remained, he thrust in fiercely. The glans whooshed, squeezing past the soft, wave-like layers of flesh, and rammed inside.
Hit by such a strong impact, Mitelt nearly collapsed completely. Her small mouth whispered gasps next to Ethan's ear. Every time his little Ethan rammed in hard, she would convulsively clutch him, biting her lip, and letting out a low moan.
The thrill of making love in public like this made Ethan extremely aroused. Since he still had the most important course to savor next, he focused his energy on the intimate friction of their skin and lower bodies, greatly enhancing the pleasure brought by this primal stimulation.
Ethan felt his little Ethan swelling with fury, moving powerfully and deeply in and out of the cute Fallen Angel girl's tight core with a slight tsk-tsk squelching sound.
The continuous onslaught made Mitelt mentally confused. She couldn't help but cry out several times. Ethan also couldn't help but moan and gasp slightly, the tender, tight flesh-cave squeezing him too comfortably.
Mitelt's small honey-core was truly tender and tight. Warm, sticky fluid continuously overflowed, lubricating the hot behemoth.
This combination of tightness and slickness made it impossible for Ethan to continue thrusting slowly. His heart was filled with brutality and the urge to conquer. Just then, the Fallen Angel girl reached her limit of endurance and let out a sweet moan.
"Mmm..... Master..... Mmm... Master.... So.... So good... You're going to kill me with that thrust?~~~"
Ethan let out a low roar, grabbed her two straight, slender beautiful legs, forcefully pulled them apart, and slammed his thick behemoth into the girl's soft flower-valley, fiercely thrusting it to the very bottom. The powerful pressure made the girl's flat abdomen bulge outwards.
Even though Mitelt's flower-valley had been fully lubricated and stretched, this brutal, fierce thrust still made her scream. Her slender fingers tightly clawed at Ethan's firm back, leaving ten crimson scratch marks.
Gazing at the five or six centimeters of the behemoth still outside, Ethan tried to push open the sacred flower-palace, but Mitelt was genuinely too tight. Despite her enduring the pain and cooperating several times, the bulge on her abdomen appeared and disappeared. Her flower-palace was being pushed out of place, but he still couldn't successfully open it.