Sensing the astonishment in Faen's eyes, Soraka's gaze remained utterly peaceful.
"Since there are lives outside of destiny in this world, it naturally follows that every object in this world also has its own destiny. My current body was formed acquiredly through self-demotion. Its existence has no inherent meaning; it was solely created so I could enter the mortal world for observation from within. The understanding and conclusions drawn from this observation originate from my spirit. This physical body itself has not received its proper destiny—that is, a connection with the world itself. Fundamentally, my body is merely a tool carrying my soul."
As she spoke, feeling Faen's hand on her chest, Soraka showed no rejection. She simply closed her eyes slightly, silently perceiving the feedback originating from the physical flesh.
Sensing the novelty surfacing in Soraka's eyes, Faen noticed her emotion and withdrew his hand, then reached down toward her lower body.
His broad hand slipped past the thin, holy robe. Feeling the sheer, form-fitting, seamless underwear inside, Faen blinked. He then moved behind Soraka, pressed close, and felt the Starchild's body temperature. Unhurriedly, he used his fingers to pull aside the gap in her panties, adopting a more expansive posture to explore the flower valley below.
Perhaps because it was her first time experiencing such a sensation? When Faen's fingers entered her body, Soraka frowned slightly, but quickly regained her composure and said:
"A strong craving emanates from your soul. This is the curse of that maddened soul, and also your soul crying out to me for help. It is not born of so-called love, but because this might very well be the proper destiny this body received when it was shaped—to connect me with you, who are outside of destiny. So you may rest assured; I will assist you in reinforcing the seal on Ashlesh, using the methods you are accustomed to and enjoy, as long as it does not affect other innocent people."
Hearing Soraka's words, Faen nodded slightly, somewhat understanding what she was trying to express.
She was not human; applying human nature to Soraka was inappropriate. In the face of her divinity—which made her willing to endure physical torment to descend to Runeterra and guide its people back to their rightful destiny—if this body, this "vessel" or "clothing" that carried her spirit, could help Faen better suppress Ashlesh's curse, it presented no moral dilemma for her. It was simply a matter of helping others and putting things to their best use.
Thinking this, Faen felt a surge of heat below. Feeling the gentle, compassionate, peaceful, holy Soraka—who seemed to have absolutely no feeling toward sexual matters—Faen, who had always been a carnivore, found his appetite greatly stimulated. His "lower house" immediately initiated a full-blown riot.
With this in mind, Faen placed his hands on Soraka's back and applied slight pressure. Sensing his intent, Soraka didn't mind. She peacefully bent forward and raised her hips. Although she had cloven hooves, her legs were actually quite well-proportioned; it was just that white fuzz grew on her calves, and her feet were hoof-shaped. During their closer contact, Faen also noticed that Soraka's figure was quite slender. Her breasts weren't massive, but of just the right size. The contour of her lower abdomen was distinct; even through the thin robes, the outline of her groin was clearly visible and palpable.
Faen had felt this contour on his other girls before. Based on his experience, Soraka's figure was closer to Janna's or Jinx's—prominent due to a slender build—rather than Vi's, whose distinct muscularity and power, gained through intense training, could be clearly felt during touch and use.
Thinking this, Faen tore off Soraka's seamless panties and gave her ass a pat. Soraka peacefully spread her legs, exposing the smooth, unblemished, slightly bulging, bun-like flower bud hidden within.
Seeing this, Faen didn't waste words. He grabbed the braid hanging down Soraka's back and thrust fiercely inside.
Accompanied by a slight sense of resistance, Faen felt a scorching heat within. Soraka's brow furrowed just slightly at the pain of losing her virginity, but she quickly returned to normal. Seeing that he had truly entered Soraka's body, and noticing that not only did she not resist, but she was even offering somewhat clumsy cooperation and response, Faen's Adam's apple bobbed. He then decisively pushed Soraka's upper body down onto the flat stone table she had been sitting on. Pumping into her vigorously, he said:
"Lady Soraka has walked Runeterra for thousands of years, so you must know that this behavior is usually reserved only for intimate lovers, right?"
"I... know."
Perhaps because it was her first time experiencing such a bizarre sensation originating from the flesh, Soraka's voice—along with her increasingly scorching, aroused body—grew more breathy and hurried. But the body's excitement did not affect the tranquility of her spirit. In fact, although Soraka's body had quickly gotten into the mood under Faen's expert handling, her voice remained steady, and her eyes were as peaceful, gentle, and immaculately holy as when Faen first saw them.
However, in this exact situation, that holiness only made Faen increase his firepower.
Sensing Faen's inner excitement, Soraka said peacefully, "As far as I know, it represents a certain kind of contract. I respect this world, so I will honor this contract. Likewise, I will respond to your soul, assisting you in reinforcing the seal in the manner you desire and are accustomed to."
Hearing Soraka's words, Faen no longer suppressed his inner desires. His thrusts grew increasingly brutal. Every time he pulled out, he withdrew almost entirely, the bulging veins on his shaft dragging out a few millimeters of pink, wet, tight inner flesh. And with near-perfect rhythm control, leaving only the very tip inside as an anchor, he would violently slam back in, burying it deep to the hilt.
As the Joy Factor began to secrete, under the intense sensory feedback, Soraka's brows soon furrowed slightly. Driven by neural impulses, her eyes rolled up slightly uncontrollably. Her delicate body trembled as she squirted several streams of fluid. Her overall aura weakened significantly, but while a cursory glance at her eyes revealed her physical arousal, a closer look showed that the underlying essence of her gaze remained as peaceful and compassionate as ever.
Like meeting a worthy opponent in chess or a matching talent in battle, Faen felt an intense surge of fighting spirit erupting from the bottom of his heart.