Seeing that Irelia was ready, Faen didn't wait any longer. Accompanied by the soft moans of the Riven in the video, he entered Irelia's body.
Although he could feel Irelia was quite tense at first, making the initial entry somewhat difficult, she was clearly a very obedient young girl. Furthermore, given her background as a dancer, she possessed a natural advantage in body control. Thus, in just a short while, under Faen's guidance, she took deep breaths and slowly relaxed her slightly nervous and overly tightened tender flesh.
Feeling Irelia's proactive cooperation and experiencing the young girl's transition from raw inexperience to gradual familiarity, Faen also got fully into the zone. Once Irelia moved past the initial pain of losing her virginity and began to feel the pleasure, Faen stopped waiting and holding back. Accompanied by the girl's soft cries, he lifted her entire ass and began to thrust into her with tremendous force.
Watching Irelia—who in her impression was gentle, elegant, always making people feel like a spring breeze, and carrying herself like a refined lady of a noble house—transforming beneath Faen, abandoning her usual grace, her face flushed red just like Riven's, tongue sticking out, shaking her ass and begging for pleasure, Riven rubbed her temples helplessly. She had originally thought that since Irelia was his junior sister, Faen might control himself a bit, or that Irelia might not fall so easily.
But looking at it now, she had clearly thought too much.
However, Riven wasn't too surprised. After all, she was speaking from experience; she knew very well just how massive an impact Faen's "tool" could have on a virgin girl.
Let alone a young, immature girl like Irelia in both body and mind, even LeBlanc—an ancient, scheming mastermind who could offer Faen strategic advice and clearly had profound cunning—didn't she also reveal the same depraved, hazy expression when Faen pinned her to the bed?
Although it sounded a bit insulting, to put it bluntly, even a whore in the slums of Noxus probably wouldn't show such a fawning, depraved expression, or utter such self-degrading, humiliating words. But on second thought, she herself was included in that, so she really couldn't say much...
With these thoughts, Riven let out a wistful sigh. She then leaned forward, hugged Irelia from behind, and amidst the young girl's soft cries, lowered her head to lick and tease the engorged, pink, erect nipples to provide extra stimulation.
"From now on, we're sisters... Mhm, later on, I might have to properly introduce you to the other girls."
Hearing Riven's words, a flash of surprise crossed Irelia's glazed, lust-filled eyes. In a daze, she asked, "There are... there are others... like... like us?"
"Like us in what way?" Riven asked, simultaneously a bit curious—would Irelia feel angry about this?
It wasn't impossible, right? After all, Irelia only knew about herself and Syndra. She had no idea that her wicked Master had used that sinful rod to turn the paragons of virtue and high society in Zaun, Piltover, and Bilgewater into cheap bitches who shook their asses and begged for mercy.
Hearing Riven's question, Irelia just swallowed hard. An infatuated smile appeared in her glazed eyes as she said, "Serving Senior Brother... together. Finding happiness... together."
Hearing this, Riven couldn't help but roll her eyes. She retorted helplessly, "Although I knew this would happen eventually, the speed at which you completely turned into Master's sex slave is way too fast, isn't it? Though I can understand why... And yes, just as you think, they are all very happy too."
Just as she was speaking, with a crisp smack, Faen's hand landed a heavy slap on Riven's perky ass. The sudden strike, accompanied by a slight sting, caused Riven—whose body was still in a state of extreme arousal from being used shortly before—to shudder violently, flicking a few crystal drops from between her legs.
"Are you hoping Irelia gets scared, thinks I'm a bad guy, and stays away from me~?" Faen asked. Though phrased as a question, his tone was full of playful teasing.
Riven, intimately familiar with Faen's personality, knew very well that he wasn't angry in the slightest. Therefore, she wasn't scared. She just trembled for a moment during a brief, sudden climax. Once she recovered, she shot Faen a helpless glare. She then lowered her head, placing her lips and tongue where Faen and Irelia were connected, gently blowing and rubbing the area.
"Isn't this exactly what you like?" Riven grumbled. As she leaned down to serve him with her mouth, Faen conveniently trailed his fingers down her back, reaching between her legs. His fingers slipped into her slick, wet valley, continuously digging and teasing the pearl within the clam. This sent wave after wave of climaxes through Riven, causing her voice to turn breathy and intermittent as she said:
"You just like... those pretty girls... keeping their sense of self... and their dignity... And then, just like now... little by little, being completely broken and fucked raw by you..."
"To speak of your lover like that? It seems I really need to teach you a proper lesson~" Faen said with a smile, showing no embarrassment at having his wicked fetishes exposed.
Riven wasn't scared either, just humming a few times and saying, "As if you wouldn't fuck me if I didn't say it..."
...
The next morning, Faen finished his night of meditation and woke up in the house.
It was called "the next morning," but in reality, within the Spirit Realm, Faen had spent a day and a half with Irelia, Syndra, and Riven. And during this time, the four of them did almost nothing else but engage in "pure love."
After continuous, rolling waves of climaxes, the sun should already be high in the sky in the outside world, but Irelia was still sleeping deeply. Her beautiful face rested in tranquil slumber, the slight curve of her lips seeming to tell of the young girl's sweet dreams. Her graceful body was exquisite as a work of art; only the thick, creamy cum still slowly trickling from between her legs told the story of the madness she experienced last night, and the color she had been pumped full of inside.
"Your own bodyguard, your own junior sister, and even your own student..." Lying gracefully on her side at the edge of the bed, her nipples still bearing the bite marks left over from the madness, and several trails of overflowing cream leaking from the gap between her thighs, Syndra stretched out her jade-like foot. Using her delicate toes to poke Faen's cock, she hummed, "Teacher must be feeling very satisfied in his heart, right? Turning so many outstanding girls into your playthings and sex slaves all at once."
"How could that be? I respect women the most," Faen shook his head. "Pure love. I've always been a man of pure love."