The next day, early morning.
Climbing out of bed, the complete relaxation coursing through her body made Caitlyn involuntarily stretch lazily. Just as Caitlyn was marveling at how perfect the morning sunlight was, she suddenly noticed something and subconsciously cast her gaze to her side.
Entering her vision, a thin blanket casually covered Faen's robust physique. Although she had some grievances regarding Faen's private life and romantic affairs, even Caitlyn had to admit that Faen's physique could satisfy almost any woman's pursuit of beauty. Whether it was his posture, the firmness of his muscles, or that explosive power and speed that could only be sensed but not described. Considering differing aesthetic tastes, she didn't know about others, but Caitlyn herself found it hard not to give him a perfect score.
Her physical condition... was excellent, almost unimaginably so.
Refocusing her attention on her own body, although her delicate skin still bore some traces of Faen's wanton ravaging, Caitlyn could feel that her condition was superb. Every inch of muscle across her body was exceptionally relaxed, and every single cell was singing with joy. Her mind and body had reached an astonishing harmony—two complete extremes compared to the loss of control and distortion she felt yesterday evening before returning to Zaun.
Thinking this, Caitlyn slightly parted her legs. Having regained her calm, Faen's sheer size was undeniable; within the stretched-open petals, a slight turbid whiteness was slowly flowing out. However, under the effect of magic, it would at most reach the edge of the petals before stopping and flowing back inside.
Her lower belly felt warm. The feeling of being filled to the brim made Caitlyn realize that, alongside physical satisfaction, an indescribable sense of happiness had bloomed in her mind. Subconsciously rubbing her slightly bulging belly, Caitlyn even felt that if she just lived like this, giving Faen a few daughters like LeBlanc had suggested might not be a bad thing...
Wait, no. No matter how you think about it, that goes way too far against ethics and morality!
Rubbing the bridge of her nose in exasperation, Caitlyn clearly realized that her thoughts had undergone subtle changes along with the carnal pleasure of her body. More importantly, Caitlyn realized that upon discovering these things, she only felt somewhat helpless and speechless, but didn't produce the anger and disgust a normal person should have.
And judging by Faen's vigorous demands, Caitlyn was almost certain that even if she truly became pregnant with Faen's baby, Faen probably wouldn't let her off the hook just because of that. Instead, as her belly grew bigger and bigger, even when it became as round as a watermelon, he would still pound his "baguette" into her deepest depths as always, continuously sowing his seed and injecting his essence...
Thinking this, Caitlyn surprisingly didn't worry that this would harm her or the baby. Because Caitlyn more or less realized that when that time truly came, both she and the baby would likely have already transformed into a state of total submission to Faen—this wasn't a matter of biology, but the absolute authority of the Progenitor of the Spirit Realm over his kin.
With these thoughts in mind, Caitlyn cast her gaze beside Faen. Just as Caitlyn thought, after playing with her until she fainted, Faen hadn't stopped there. He had called LeBlanc and Janna over to join the "party." Janna was fine; even after a night of conquest, the unique nature of being a Spirit Realm lifeform still made her appear transcendent and ethereal.
But LeBlanc was a different story. Caitlyn could still see the traces of Faen's ravaging all over LeBlanc's body. The soft mounds on her chest and her plump buttocks were a spanked pink. Her "red bean" nipples had not yet lost their swelling, and the saliva and teeth marks from Faen's biting were faintly visible. Her plump, fleshy legs were crossed, yet one could still see that the petals between them remained unable to close, even maintaining a considerable degree of wetness...
LeBlanc was very strong. Caitlyn knew very well that, aside from Janna, there was practically no one in the Twin Cities who could defeat this woman named LeBlanc...
Perhaps that Darkin named Styraatu could win? Caitlyn wasn't sure, nor was there a need to dwell on it. After all, that Darkin had already been incorporated by Faen, becoming a special weapon used to protect his love slaves like herself.
But even so, for an "injury" of this degree, LeBlanc could heal herself seventy or eighty percent in just a few breaths. The fact that she remained like this now could only mean she was deliberately maintaining it, thereby maximizing the satisfaction of Faen's possessiveness...
To possess such powerful strength, yet everything she does now is entirely devoted to pleasing this man...
Shaking her head, Caitlyn didn't need to know what kind of hatred and ambition LeBlanc bore, but that didn't stop her from marveling at the absurdity of this world. Glancing at the soundly sleeping Faen, and then at the "baguette" propping up the thin blanket like an angry tent, seemingly greeting her, Caitlyn sighed. She then tucked some slightly messy strands of hair from her forehead behind her ear, then began to peck and lick at it in small bites, finally taking it into her mouth to swallow and feast.
That intense male musk instantly filled Caitlyn's oral cavity. Her dignified red lips, originally only used to read the laws of Piltover, were now wrapping around that thick, ferocious purplish-red meat rod without a shred of dignity. Driven by the Mark of Pleasure, she even instinctively—without a teacher—extended her nimble tongue tip to repeatedly lick and circle the coronal sulcus of the massive, umbrella-like glans.
"Smack... slurp..."
The lewd, wet sounds were exceptionally clear in the quiet morning bedroom. While greedily sucking the transparent pre-seminal fluid oozing from the eye of the glans, Caitlyn proactively swallowed the ten-plus-inch giant object deep into her throat. The rough, pulsing veins scraped against the tender inner walls of her mouth, bringing waves of numbing tingles where slight pain and ultimate bliss intertwined.
It wasn't just her mouth. With every deep-throat swallow, her long legs kneeling on the bed involuntarily clamped tighter. Her secret flower house, which had been thoroughly churned by Faen last night and still couldn't close, was frantically secreting crystal-clear love juices due to the pleasure of her mouth being filled. It dripped down her smooth inner thighs, soaking a small patch of the bedsheets. She even felt her red, swollen soft flesh opening and closing emptily, subconsciously wanting to coordinate with the movements of her mouth to welcome the thick medicine pestle that brought her endless joy.
A long while later, Faen, who had originally seemed to be fast asleep, reached out and pressed down on Caitlyn's head. Feeling Faen's movement, Caitlyn wasn't surprised at all. After all, long ago, Caitlyn had already realized that trying to approach Faen without him noticing was an impossible task.
Caitlyn had equally anticipated Faen suddenly waking up like this. Submissively following Faen's desire, she buried her head downward between his legs. Immediately after, with Faen applying slightly more pressure with his hand, Caitlyn felt a sense of suffocation mixed with a subtle wave of ecstasy climbing into her heart. Before Caitlyn could recover, Faen's waist trembled slightly, his bulbous sacs contracted, and he provided Caitlyn with a free serving of nutritious yogurt.
Finally, Faen released his hand. Caitlyn almost instantly raised her head and spat out the baguette stuck in her esophagus. Then, with her eyes rolled up slightly, she covered her mouth and chewed for a good while before finally swallowing the yogurt—so thick it glued her throat shut—down into her stomach.
But even so, the initial intensity of the milk-pumping left Caitlyn's face looking a bit disheveled; a little had even been choked out of her nose. Having finally swallowed it down, she looked at Faen's still-hard erection. After slightly tidying her hair, Caitlyn squatted on the bed and spread her legs. Displaying her "layout," she asked with a hint of resignation, "Do you need to use this place?"
Nodding in satisfaction, Faen said leisurely, "I'll leave it to you, then~"
"Mhm." Hearing this, Caitlyn nodded. She crawled on her knees until she was in front of Faen, aligned her layout, and proactively sat down, moving up and down to serve him.