Faen could feel Riven's inner defense had loosened, but she hadn't completely let go of all grudges and mental barriers. So although Faen's movements were slightly rough, they just happened to be stuck at the limit Riven could accept.
Although somewhat uncomfortable, accompanied by this discomfort, she also felt intense joy from the Joy Mark and spiritual resonance. This subtle difference was like sugar and salt; they sounded like two completely opposite things, but actually could produce a wonderful layering when combined.
"Suck it." Pulling the bunny ears to bury Riven's lips and mouth into his black forest, looking at the female warrior whose eyes were full of ignorance accompanied by joy, Faen said gently: "Suck clean what's left in the pipe too."
Hearing Faen's words, Riven's misty eyes flickered, but then she began to clumsily try to suck and swallow.
About half a minute later, feeling Faen's movement, Riven spat out the things in her mouth somewhat sluggishly. If her heart was still full of resistance before, then now, having licked some of Seraphine's leftovers, and her hormone levels starting to secrete constantly under the influence of the joy factor, although Riven barely suppressed the desire to pounce upon realizing something slightly wrong, looking at the big pendulum swinging left and right between Faen's legs, her eyes still showed bewilderment and hidden desire.
Seeing Faen about to pull up his pants and ignore her, Riven shuddered, then her mouth squirmed as if wanting to say something.
Seeing this, Faen raised his eyebrows, stopped the action of pulling up his pants, and asked with great interest: "What's wrong? Anything else not done?"
Hearing this, lowering her head and pursing her lips, although she detected the impulse in her body, Riven still maintained her reason. Just feeling the desire in her heart, she settled for the second best, looking at Faen's waist and saying: "Down there... hasn't been cleaned yet."
Hearing Riven's words, feeling the female warrior's inner reserve and conflict, Faen didn't rush for success either. He just leaned forward again, placing his hand on the girl's silver-gray hair, rubbing it while saying: "Then I'll leave it to you."
Hearing this, Riven didn't speak either, just reaching out to hold the rod, licking along the outer wall towards the root. Then she buried her face into that wrinkled ball sac. Feeling the hair flapping on her face, the wrinkled skin sac, and the rich masculine scent, even through the skin membrane, she could still clearly feel the heavy mass and vitality...
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Riven could hardly imagine just a few minutes ago, Faen just filled LeBlanc and Seraphine up... This simply didn't feel reduced at all!
Licking the essence and even dirt landed on the ball sac clean, Riven could feel her body still hadn't received any satisfaction. But feeling Faen's smiling gaze, Riven hesitated for a long time and just took a deep breath saying: "Then... my cleaning is finished..."
Although saying so, Riven could feel a burst of strong loss and reluctance sweeping over her heart. Even saying, in this process, Riven's heart showed slight expectation, for example, Faen forcibly demanding her, controlling her, forcing her or something.
In that case, no matter how unwilling, in the end she could probably only lie weakly on the bed, then let Faen play with her, finally being filled up in her mouth, intestines, breeding bag at will like Seraphine... discarded on the bed, on the ground like a rag after use... finally digesting the essence in her body alone, licking her wounds.
Just as Riven's brain was still thinking wildly uncontrollably, suddenly, Riven heard some rustling sounds.
Turning her head to look, what entered her vision was the scene of Faen pulling up his pants. That ball sac just flapping on her face and the baguette stuffed into her esophagus were obscured by the pulled-up pants. The strong desire and impulse fell through instantly, replaced by a strong sense of loss following closely.
Just as Riven was still bewildered, Faen patted Riven's head and said: "Hard work on you. Remember to digest what you ate properly. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask LeBlanc; this way you can adapt to this spirit realm power faster."
Saying this, Faen stretched his limbs with a face full of leisure. Looking at Faen turning to leave, Riven just lowered her head covering her mouth. After sorting out her thoughts for a moment, she raised her head in hindsight, then tidied up the attire on her body, glanced at LeBlanc who was looking at her smilingly, didn't speak, just followed Faen's departing figure.
Seeing Riven following up, a look of confusion appeared on Faen's face, then he asked: "Why are you following? Is there something?"
Hearing this, Riven took a deep breath and said: "Although I don't think there is such a need, I am now your... guard. Even if I am no longer a Noxian, promises are still important to me. I promised you, so I will guard by your side... hmm, deal with those guys who pose no threat to you but waste time."
Hearing Riven's explanation, Faen nodded thoughtfully, then said: "Good proposal, pretentious guys indeed waste time."
And equally hearing Riven's words, LeBlanc on the side said with a smile: "This is indeed a duty a guard should fulfill... but besides this, there are also a servant's duties, don't forget."
Hearing LeBlanc's words, the corner of Riven's eyes twitched twice, but she didn't try to confront or argue anything. Just standing quietly behind Faen, as if she didn't hear.
And looking at Riven's appearance, LeBlanc wasn't anxious either, just saying as if sighing with emotion: "Master's needs are always so vigorous, maybe sometime help will be needed to handle it... if only there was a portable toilet."
More or less hearing the meaning in LeBlanc's words, Riven still remained unmoved, seemingly unaffected. But perceiving Riven's inner entanglement, forcing herself to hold on, and the compromise under forcing herself, and the self-pity as if comforting herself through the perception of the Joy Mark, LeBlanc just cast a smile seeking credit at Faen. After getting a serious thumbs up from Faen, subsequent Faen also began to handle the only remaining business in the Twin Cities.
Darkin, these threats entrenched in various places of Runeterra, still needed to be planned for in advance.