After nearly half an hour of passionate coupling in the bathroom, Seraphine finally began to lose her strength.
Faen carried her out, performed a brief cleaning, and then brought the girl back to the room for another bout of intense lovemaking.
Despite it being her first time, Seraphine displayed stamina and physical endurance far beyond imagination.
The primary reason was that although Seraphine appeared thin and weak, possessing only two seductive v-lines on her groin—unlike Zeri, whose abdominal muscles became more pronounced when electricity surged—her magical power was inherently inclined toward recovery, reinforcement, and control.
When Seraphine began to actively accept the power within the silver Mark of the Chosen, her prowess in bed—combined with Faen's exceptional physique and care—was remarkably impressive for a first-timer.
Faen showed no mercy, pinning the Piltie idol's petite body into the soft mattress and spreading her long, shapely legs wide.
Seraphine's secret garden, never before glimpsed by a mortal, was now a vivid, swollen red from the initial plowing in the bathroom.
"Ngh... Mr. Faen, please... please be gentle..."
Even as she pleaded for mercy, her breasts—swollen a size larger from extreme sexual arousal—actively rubbed against Faen's chest, her pink nipples as hard as nutmegs.
Faen let out a low growl and pressed his hips down violently.
His massive, ferocious meat rod, ridged with dark blue veins and carrying a scorching heat, instantly impaled the tightest of vaginal canals, driving straight to the cervix at the deepest part of her flower house.
"Ahhhhh—! I'm... I'm going to break!"
Seraphine arched her snow-white neck and screamed.
The tearing sensation of receiving such a gargantuan object for the first time was instantly distorted by the "Joy Factor" into a mountain-collapsing wave of ecstasy.
Faen was like an untiring heavy pile-driver, thrusting violently within that muddy, ruined tunnel.
Every time he withdrew completely, he dragged out a mass of pinkish fluid—a mixture of first-night blood and crystal-clear love juices.
Every time he plunged back in with a heavy "smack," a clearly visible rod-like outline propped up Seraphine's flat lower abdomen.
The extreme sense of being filled caused Seraphine to lose her reason entirely.
Her sapphire eyes dilated into dazed heart shapes, and her small mouth hung open, greedily sucking in the thick scent of male musk in the air.
With Faen's final deep thrust, the glans flared, and a massive volume of scalding, thick white cum erupted like a high-pressure hose, ruthlessly watering the depths of her impossibly sensitive flower house, completely filling and drowning the Piltie goddess's body and soul.
Even after returning to the bedroom, Seraphine, who had let go of her inhibitions and released her true nature, did not rest.
Instead, she sprawled her entire body over Faen, her perky buttocks tightly clamped around Faen's medicine pestle.
She swayed violently up and down, spraying the surging vernal waters everywhere.
With every rise and fall, one could see Faen's rod dragging out several millimeters of tender, pink soft flesh.
Her pair of snowy "rabbits" bounced back and forth in front of Faen.
Sensing the daze and infatuation in the girl's gaze, Faen kneaded them forcefully with one hand while lightly nibbling them with his teeth.
Feeling unsatisfied even at the end, he flipped her over and pinned her down for another round of rhythmic pounding.
Every thrust was buried to the hilt, the brutal action making the girl's body tremble violently.
She had thought she was becoming familiar with Faen's size, but the reality proved that with the experience gained from Zeri and Janna, the gap between Faen and Seraphine was more than just a little.
Even though she had peaked several times and her body was losing strength, every time Faen showed his true capability—withdrawing and then re-entering completely—Seraphine would leak several trails of hot fluid from her wet yet exhausted groin.
An hour later, by the bedside, Faen used water currents to wash away the sweat from his body, his brow filled with relaxed leisure.
In truth, just two hours before this encounter with Seraphine, Faen had just finished with Zeri and Janna.
Now, after another barrage of bombardment with Seraphine, although his body remained full of energy due to the growing joy, the mental satisfaction left him in a bit of a trance.
Now, among the girls in the High-tower Manor, only Jinx and Caitlyn remained... oh right, and occasionally Camille.
Faen didn't take it too much to heart.
For him, such matters were mostly a bonus based on mutual consent.
However, when the other party was hesitant, Faen was more than happy to give them a push.
After all, who would hate having more beautiful girls around them? Zaun isn't exactly a place for celibacy.
Thinking this, Faen cast his gaze behind him.
After such a round of passion, the current Seraphine looked as if her soul had been drained.
She lay spread-eagled on the bed, her face full of exhaustion and weakness.
Because Faen had truly entered the zone toward the end, holding Seraphine in his arms with her feet off the ground during a fierce sprint, her flower petals remained pinned open even as their rest began.
They opened and closed with her tired breaths, and a large amount of viscous white paste flowed slowly out.
Neither the mound bulging on her lower abdomen nor the essence flowing from the bud showed any sign of decreasing.
Her lower body was a mess, and her upper body was no different.
Covered in traces of Faen's handling, her soft breasts were littered with slightly rough red marks.
The two "red beans" on her peaks, after continuous development, hadn't yet reached Zeri's level of non-pregnant lactation triggered by the Joy Factor's hormonal surge, but they were already beginning to weep some transparent fluid.
Just like Zeri had in the beginning...
Usually, it takes a long time of lovemaking with Faen to be developed to this extent.
But this was only Seraphine's first time.
According to Faen's guess, it was likely that while she was sensing through resonance with Zeri, she had unconsciously begun the secretion of estrogen and progesterone, silently starting the development of her own body.
No wonder there was so much "water" for her first time.
Thinking of this, Faen stepped forward and tried to stroke the pink "nutmeg" above the valley between the girl's legs.
The clitoris, which had been engorged and erect from over-excitement earlier, had now returned to its original state, retracted within the petals.
Faen poked around for a while before finding the right spot.
First, he rubbed it with his calloused fingers; Seraphine's body twitched occasionally with his movements.
Finally, he pinched it gently and gave it a mischievous tug.
The girl's over-taxed body twitched visibly.
Her limbs spasmed violently as if they no longer obeyed her, and several streams of vernal water flowed out weakly.
Both the volume and force were worlds apart from before.
Clearly, Seraphine's exhaustion was total, from the inside out.
Sensing Faen's movements, she arched her neck to look at him.
Meeting her lover's eyes and feeling the large, wicked hand playing in her valley, a doting, foolish smile appeared on Seraphine's face.
She forced her weak body to spread her legs once more.
While using her finger to scrape the essence leaking out and bringing it to her mouth, she gazed at Faen with utter obsession, tiredly pinning her petals open.
"I... will be good. I... will listen to Mr. Faen..."
"Still calling me Mr. Faen?" Faen asked gently.
Seraphine blinked, sensing the warm sensation coming from the Joy Mark on her lower abdomen.
She swallowed, speaking with a mix of nervousness and anticipation: "Then... Master?"
Faen replied with some helplessness, "That sounds even worse than 'Mister'..."
"Then I'll only call you that in private," Seraphine said, her face hanging with an obsessed smile.
"You will always be the Mr. Faen I love and admire most. Of course, if you want to do anything... then no matter what it is, no matter when or where, I will always be ready... to satisfy any of Master's... requirements..."