What started as a quest for power and mental healing had turned into something else. As time passed, Sona could no longer feel any pain. There was only a vast, oceanic craving.
She craved Ethan's conquest, the nourishment of his energy, and the sheer ecstasy of being one with him. Her rear was slapped rhythmically, and her lower belly was poked and prodded by his fingers. Ethan explored every fold of her passage, massaging her internal weak points until she was forced to bite the bedsheet to keep from screaming.
Suddenly, Sona shuddered. The dam broke, and she let go of the sheet to let out a beautiful, soaring moan. "Hah... stop... no... I can't..."
"If you don't like it, you have to say it clearly, President."
Ethan continued to feast on her body. He slid "Little Ethan" between her peach-like butt cheeks, rubbing against her skin before lining up with the entrance. He drove home in one smooth motion!
"Oh god!"
Her white body shook as the thick sensation invaded her. Her breasts swung back and forth as he hammered into her from behind. Every thrust brought more intense joy. Sona wasn't ready for the sheer force, her stomach bulging slightly as he reached her deepest depths.
"Hah... so deep... ah... you're hitting... too deep..."
"You're a Devil, President. You're wet enough to handle it."
Ethan leaned down and took her earlobe into his mouth, swirling his tongue. He moved down her neck, biting and licking her skin with practiced ease. He could feel her pulse racing under his lips.
"Stop... my ears... ah... not there!"
"So the ears are a weak point? I'll have to pay special attention then."
He licked his way down her jaw, neck, and collarbone. Finally, he lifted her arm and sniffed her smooth, hairless armpit. There was no foul odor, only a faint, sweet scent of a girl's sweat mixed with perfume. The act made Sona intensely embarrassed, which only fueled her arousal.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. Sona felt like she was being completely colonized. Every thrust made Ethan more important in her heart.
"Why... why are you so good at this... do you really love it this much?"
"Of course. But not just because it feels good—because it's you, President."
"Hah...!" Sona looked back at him, her mind melting. "Call me... call me..."
"Call you what?"
"Call me by my name. Call me Sona. Don't call me President. And then... fill me up! HARDER!"
Ethan roared and redoubled his efforts. He hammered into her flower heart, fulfilling her deepest desires. Her breasts rubbed against the sheets until her nipples were swollen and red. Sona went into a trance, her body spasming around him in a series of "mini-peaks."
"Ethan... mmm... hold me tighter!"
"Got it!"
Ethan lunged forward, hugging her tight as he buried himself to the hilt. He aimed for her "holy palace" and erupted.
"....!"
A silent scream passed between their joined lips. Ethan's body weighed heavily on her as he pumped his life essence into her slender frame. They lay there for a long time, panting and staring at each other.
When she regained her senses, Sona was too shy to look at him. She buried her face in the bed, her rear still raised and connected to him. After a few hours of letting the energy settle, Ethan withdrew and held her tenderly.
"Ethan, did you forget we were training? That was way more violent than the first time."
"Was it? My bad. I got carried away. I'll be more careful next time, Sona."
"Next time..." Sona blushed. "Hmph, you little pervert. You're already thinking about next time?"
She smiled, snuggling into his chest. She had always known he was a womanizer, but now she only regretted not doing this sooner. This "training" was perfect.
Ethan left the room late at night. He found a familiar figure waiting in the hall.
"Tsubaki. I wondered why no one knocked."
"You knew people would come?" Tsubaki looked stunning in her school uniform, her long legs emphasized by her skirt.
Ethan felt his throat go dry. "I've had my fill for now, but looking at you... I could go again."
Tsubaki rolled her eyes. "Are you really not satisfied after the President?"
"It's not about satisfaction, it's about you. I'd do this all day if I could."
Tsubaki sighed. "You and your lust... anyway, how did 'comforting' her turn into 'bedding' her?"
Ethan explained the situation. Tsubaki nodded. "That sounds like Sona. But how do you plan on dealing with Lady Serafall?"
"Sera-sister? Why would she be mad? I helped Sona."
"Sera-sister..." Tsubaki looked thoughtful. "Well, good luck with that. I'm going."
She turned and left before he could ask her to stay. She wanted to preserve what little "decency" Ethan had left. If he slept with Sona and then immediately slept with her in the same house, Serafall might actually kill him.
Ethan watched her go and shrugged. He didn't care what Serafall thought. In fact, he had a lot of thoughts about the sexy, "magical girl" Devil King.
In his past life, Serafall was far more popular than Sona in the fan community. Seeing the real thing, he could see why.