The meat pestle drove deep, into layers of wet, soft, and fleshy flower petals.
It wasn't overly tight, nor was it loose at all; it felt as if everything was following its natural course, carrying a sense of maternal attachment.
The walls of her pussy wrapped around the thick shaft, writhing slowly and gently in rhythm with Faen's pace, giving an incomparably tender sensation.
Faen was no longer satisfied with just gentle intimacy; as the power of Ashlesh roared within him, his movements instantly became savage and aggressive.
He reached out with his broad hands, dead-locking Janna's pair of snow-white ass cheeks—which had become incredibly perky and firm like the finest soft jade as her spiritual form solidified.
With a violent burst of strength from his hips, his purplish-red meat stick, bulging with ferocious veins, smashed ruthlessly through Janna's tender cervix with a scorching heat.
"Ah... hng! Master... too deep... ngh!"
This sense of impalement reaching the depths of her soul made the stoic goddess completely lose her defenses.
Her tall frame bounced violently beneath Faen, her originally ethereal eyes instantly blurring into dazed heart shapes as she gasped for air.
Faen worked like a pile-driver at full capacity; every full withdrawal dragged out a mass of crystal-clear, viscous juices mixed with the shimmer of spiritual energy.
Every heavy lunge was accompanied by the deafening "smack-smack" of flesh hitting flesh.
Under the repeated grinding of that massive, baguette-thick organ, the inner walls of Janna's never-before-plowed flower path were forcibly stretched to their absolute limit.
Her tender folds were rubbed raw and swollen, continuously secreting an exotic, fragrant love juice.
Beside them, Zeri was already watching with her body turned to jelly; her private parts, constricted by her tight leggings, were a soaking mess.
One could even hear the irrepressible moans of desire leaking from her throat.
Seraphine's mind was even more of a blank void; she watched helplessly as the ferocious weapon lunged in and out of her idolized goddess.
With every deep thrust, a clearly visible stick-shaped bulge propped up Janna's flat lower abdomen.
That primal and savage visual impact caused a lewd thought to sprout uncontrollably within her pure soul—a craving to be treated just as roughly.
"Haah... so full... filled to the brim... with Master's thing..."
Janna's eyes rolled back, her originally snow-white skin dyed with a bewitching flush from the extreme ecstasy.
She looked like a delicate white lotus ravaged by a gale, able only to surrender to the pleasure and despair beneath Faen's hips.
As she felt the sensations within her body, Janna's eyes welled with moisture amidst her light panting.
Her white frame was tinted with a layer of soft pink; though she didn't wag her hips like Zeri—that happy little puppy—to express her lust and love, she still swayed her slender waist gently to match Faen's movements.
Watching the live sex performance happening before her eyes, Seraphine nervously covered her eyes, but from the gaps between her fingers, she watched the two as they collided with both softness and intensity.
The blush on her face had spread to her ears, but her sapphire eyes remained fixed, as if trying to engrave this scene into her brain for fear of forgetting a single frame.
Tasting the sweetness of the scene, Zeri watched Faen and Janna transition from initial familiarity into a heated acceleration.
She watched her lover ride and gallop wantonly atop Janna, the goddess loved and worshipped by the people of Zaun.
She saw Janna's perky buttocks being slapped into red marks by Faen's large hands and heard the goddess let out dazed, happy chirps.
Pursing her lips, Zeri felt a surge of warmth between her legs accompanied by a slight wetness.
Being naturally intense and lively, she was moved by the sight; sensing the hormones wandering in the air, Zeri stared fixedly at the pair coupling on the bed.
Her body reacted, and she subconsciously spread her legs, putting a finger into her mouth to nibble on it, while her other hand reached down in a dizzying haze.
Unfortunately, having tasted true pleasure, when her finger entered, Zeri didn't feel her impulses relieved; instead, she felt even more hollow and numb.
The bursting dam of her juices wet her pants, leaving visible water marks, and her frantic movements caught Seraphine's attention.
But with just one glance, Seraphine immediately looked away, her face full of panic and unease, like the only outsider in the room.
But at that moment, suddenly sensing something, Seraphine and Zeri both looked toward Janna.
Noticing the emotional stirring in Janna's heart, Faen nodded.
He reached out and hooked Janna's legs, lifting the girl in his arms as if holding someone to use the restroom.
This "train bento" position from the rear was a massive test of technique, stamina, strength, and length.
But as a literal "stat-monster," Janna's soft body felt as light as air to Faen.
In contrast, when Janna was lifted this way, with the details of her body and her honey-drenched core being pounded and ground in full view of Seraphine and Zeri, a trace of abnormality appeared on her face.
However, that look only lasted for a few fleeting moments, for as she tightened her flower house, Faen couldn't help but increase his force.
This chain reaction made Janna's consciousness exceptionally chaotic; in those few tranced moments, it felt as if her entire mind was filled with nothing but Faen.
"Is it uncomfortable? Do you need to change positions?"
Noticing the spiritual anomaly from Janna, Faen asked softly, but his movements didn't slow down in the slightest.
Facing Faen's inquiry, Janna panted softly for a while before saying brokenly, "It... doesn't matter. This is a good thing."
Her eyelids half-drooped, Janna's gaze showed a trace of haziness, which, combined with the pink on her cheeks, gave the impression of a beauty intoxicated by wine.
"My consciousness... is gradually being filled... with you. This means the ritual is proceeding perfectly, even more... perfectly than I imagined. You are gradually... possessing me completely."
Panting, Janna felt her material body being filled, stuffed, possessed, and perfected, while trying to explain her state as clearly as possible.
"I am becoming... your thing. When the ritual is finished, we will be inseparable... and you will become... my eternal... Master."
Even as Janna spoke, Faen felt her flower house contracting incessantly.
Combined with that slave-like declaration, Faen's excitement soared, and he couldn't help but accelerate his pace.
Initially, Faen thought the peaceful, serene, and even cold Janna would have more endurance than Zeri.
Yet, just as he was prepared to floor the gas pedal, he felt a surge of pressure as the medicine pestle was clamped from all sides.
Janna's neck arched back, resting against Faen's cheek as her whole body trembled slightly.
Seeing this, Faen sped up his grinding, and a moment later, matching Janna's state, he relaxed the gates of his essence.
Accompanied by a wail-like whimper, Janna's trembling became exceptionally violent.
With Faen's cooperation, she sprayed a stream of fluid that lasted for several seconds before finally coming to a stop.
Slumped against Faen, her limbs spasming and twitching, Janna felt her body lose all its strength—though this was limited to her current material realm body.
If she wished, she could recover in a few breaths by injecting spiritual energy.
And Janna did indeed think of doing so, but after leaning against Faen for just a short while, she felt a strange affection beginning to grow in her heart.
Was this "cuddling"? Janna wasn't entirely sure, as this was knowledge she had gained from Zeri's memories.
Feeling it now for the first time, Janna seemed to understand why Zeri wanted to rest for a bit after a round rather than immediately starting the next.
But now was not the time for rest.
Janna tried to prop herself up to stand, but before she could move, Faen sensed her state and said, "It's fine, don't force it. If this is more comfortable, stay as you are."
Hearing Faen's words, Janna nodded and gave up the idea of recovering her strength.
Instead, she leaned against him, matching Faen's slow pace as he used the medicine pestle to soothe the flower house deep inside.
Unlike the previous intensity, the slow cuddling brought not violent stimulation, but a moist and gentle warmth.
This comfort was somewhat addicting to Janna, but the Wind Goddess's face remained clear and elegant, as if the person who had just sprayed fluids wasn't her at all.
Unfortunately, no matter how elegant her expression, the dripping fluids flowing during their intimacy—with traces of red and white mixed in—exposed her enjoyment.
"This ritual requires three parts," Janna's voice carried the softness and drift of exhaustion. "The first round is over. By blending soul and flesh with Master, I have molded my body in the Material Realm."
Hearing Janna's words, Faen noticed her body was indeed more solid than before.
Or rather, it was more material, instead of appearing as if it could turn into a breeze and drift away at any moment.
Upon this beautiful body, Faen could also sense a physical connection to Janna in addition to their spiritual one.
This connection was subtle, as Janna's body was crafted using Faen's essence as a mold.
It wasn't quite father and daughter; it was more like mitosis or asexual reproduction.
Faen wasn't sure what category this fell into; secular ethics aren't exactly authoritative when it comes to magic.
Regardless, he could feel the bond between himself and Janna becoming even tighter.
And the nature of this connection...
Well, it really was like the bond between a demon and its familiar, or a master and a servant.
But as said before, Faen preferred mutual blending, as that allowed for the exploration of more "knowledge."
As for the forced ones... well, Runeterra had plenty of bad girls too.
While Faen was still thinking, Janna accompanied a warm breeze and "drifted" off him.
But as the plug was pulled out, the contents within the socket immediately began to flow out.
Although the vast majority had become part of Janna's essence during the ritual, the residue left several clearly visible red and white water streaks between her long, slender legs.
"Um... doesn't that need to be cleaned up?"
Zeri, standing aside, pointed at Janna's legs and asked carefully.
To this, Janna only cast a calm glance at the marks on her legs, then shook her head and said gently, "No, it doesn't matter..."
"But..." Zeri seemed to mind.
Seeing this, Janna continued calmly, "Perhaps it is a sense of conquest, or perhaps possessiveness; Master's heart is feeling happy because of this. Regardless, it is a good thing."
Hearing this, Zeri cast a look of disgust at Faen, while Faen nodded solemnly.
"Hmm... it's actually more of a sense of satisfaction, psychologically speaking. Also, stop calling me Master, just call me Faen."
"So you don't even want to hide it at all, do you?" Zeri was still disgusted.
"But when I called you Master, you didn't resist and felt happy." A look of confusion appeared on Janna's face. "Especially just now... is it because there are no outsiders here? Then I will adjust according to the environment."
Faen didn't speak, but silently gave a thumbs up.
On the side, Seraphine kept her head down; she wanted to say that she hadn't actually been in Zaun for very long.
But strangely, after discovering that Faen and Zeri didn't think there was anything wrong with what Janna said, Seraphine felt a slight joy bubbling in her heart.
"So what's next?" Zeri turned her gaze to Janna. "The remaining two parts."