Hearing that Faen wanted her to realize her "value," Riven just rolled her eyes again, her voice muffled and unclear: "So you can feel even better when you're fucking me, right?"
"There is indeed a factor of that~" Faen shrugged, his expression perfectly candid. After all, though Riven hadn't taken the final step with him, her clever mouth already knew his "length and girth" inside and out. Hiding things would only add unnecessary trouble, so he might as well be direct.
"So, whether it's for your sake or mine, I'm going to help you find a way to achieve your self-worth~"
Hearing Faen's leisurely words, Riven nodded, her eyes flashing with an unspeakable sense of shame.
Seeing this, Faen patted her cheek and said with a smile, "Are you getting in the mood?"
"I'm... alright." Feeling the teasing in his voice, Riven couldn't help but swallow hard.
Though she hadn't given up her first time, her frequent cleaning duties and the "nutritional milk" she had ingested had allowed the Joy Factor to strengthen her while subtly increasing her sensitivity to Faen.
As the "pre-cum" she licked up slid down her throat and into her stomach, combined with the thick masculine scent hitting her brain and that faint sense of dependency she wasn't even sure existed, the current Riven was physically and mentally aroused.
Likely, that dependency did exist—a sliver of clarity remained in Riven's eyes as they blurred with watery lust. She knew that everything she was doing—being his servant, cleaning up after him and his bed partners, following him to Ionia like a "bed-warming maid"—was all dictated by Faen. She had almost no purpose or opinion of her own. Or rather, she didn't know what else she should be doing.
By contrast, Faen—despite his impure motives—genuinely wanted what was best for her in some ways.
If that was the case, then it was likely only a matter of time before she was sticking her ass up and begging him for favor...
The thought of herself in the future—lying on the ground like Seraphine or Vi, shamelessly prying her own petals open to beg for humiliation and a "filling"—sent a wave of intense shame through her heart. Lost in thought for a moment, Riven's body trembled slightly. She seemed to lose her strength, and her tongue movements slowed down.
Seeing this, Faen withdrew his rod. Because the movement was so direct, Riven was pushed back into a sitting position on the floor as he stood up. With her legs spread, looking at the water trickling from her narrow "secret valley," Faen chuckled. "You've only been 'eating' for a little while; have you already become this sensitive?"
An embarrassed flush crept onto Riven's face, but she tightened her legs and defended herself: "It's because there's always strange things in that milk of yours..."
"Then let's prove it properly," Faen said.
"Prove it?" Riven asked, confused.
Before she could process her confusion, she felt the world spin as she was thrown onto the bed. Realizing she was now lying there, a look of tension appeared in her eyes. But just as she clamped her legs shut to say something, she opened her mouth only to find the baguette already pressed against her face, sliding past her chin and resting against her esophagus.
"The spirit realm of Ionia is monitored by Karma. Without prior reporting, it's not easy to call Zeri and the others over to play." Faen lightly tapped Riven's face and said with a grin, "So, for the time being, I'll just have to make do with you."
Hearing that Zeri and the others couldn't easily come over for a while, Riven was stunned for a moment. Then, a mix of nervousness and an inexplicable joy surfaced in her heart. She was nervous because she knew Faen intended to fully claim her, and her body was already prepared to comply. But her "self" still didn't want to give up her virginity so easily... at least, she couldn't yet convince herself to become like Zeri and the others—women who lost themselves completely and became pure "breeding bags" for his lust.
Yet, she also felt a strange joy in the idea that Faen would have her all to himself for a while... and that she wouldn't have to just watch helplessly from the side.
But I clearly don't want to turn into them...
Her thoughts were a mess, but Riven ultimately understood Faen's intent. She wriggled on the bed, hanging her head off the edge so her mouth and throat formed a straight line, and used her hands to pull the corners of her mouth as wide as possible. The process was simple, but as her throat met the cool air and the thick masculine scent, she couldn't help but experience a series of involuntary swallowing reflexes.
Faen didn't make her wait long. He aimed directly for her throat and slid right in. At first, his movements were slow and gentle, but Riven was a warrior; her physical endurance far surpassed a girl as soft as water like Seraphine. Once he was certain the female warrior beneath him had adapted, Faen began to gradually increase his speed.
Before long, his "pile-driving" speed was no different from when he was deep inside Zeri.
"Squelch... squish... smack..."
Extremely sticky, wet sounds echoed in the quiet room—not just from the sound of Faen thrusting into Riven's esophagus, but also the lewd noises coming from between Riven's wide-open, firm, fleshy legs. With every heavy-handed plunge Faen made, driving that ten-plus-inch purplish-red giant into the deepest part of her throat, Riven's flat, tight lower abdomen would uncontrollably contract.
Under the deep erosion of the Joy Factor, the pressure and suffocation in her throat were twisted into the most potent aphrodisiac. Riven's secret flower house, which had never been truly pierced, was now in a state of frantic arousal due to this near-abusive deep-throating. Her red, swollen, out-turned flower lips twitched uncontrollably, spraying out scalding love juices like a broken faucet. Massive amounts of crystal-clear "slutty water" slid down her inner thighs, pooling on the floor in a puddle that would make anyone's heart race.
Because her throat was dead-locked by the thick, ferocious meat rod, Riven couldn't even let out a moan to beg for mercy. She could only roll her eyes in despair, tears mixing with the thick saliva overflowing from the corners of her mouth, smearing across her once-stern, cool face. Her strong waist, once honed for battle, was now arching upward like a bitch in heat, instinctively trying to rub the empty, itching flower bud between her legs against Faen's powerful abdominal muscles. This lowly state of "eyes rolling back from being throat-fucked while the lower half leaks incessantly from extreme hunger" caused the Noxian warrior's last shred of self-respect to be utterly crushed in the giant waves of pleasure.
Throughout the process, she tenaciously endured, feeling the hard baguette continuously traverse her esophagus, feeling the throbbing veins scrape against the inner walls of her mouth and throat as they contracted from her swallowing reflex. A deepening daze continued to surface in Riven's eyes.
The wrinkled "ping-pong balls" below him rhythmically slapped against her face. With the heavy touch and the thickening scent, Riven's body trembled slightly. At that moment, Faen's palm suddenly landed on the source of her "honey valley." His broad hand toyed with it casually a few times, easily finding the delicate clitoris amidst the layered petals.
He gave it a sharp tug, and the intense sensation made Riven's body bolt upright in a spasm. The water between her thighs turned into a fierce jet. She wanted to struggle, but was held down firmly by Faen. She could only emit a few weak whimpers from the gaps in her mouth, which was stuffed to capacity by her own tightening throat.