Her rosy oral cavity was stretched to its absolute maximum; Riven's not-too-wide throat was forced open to its very limit. Amidst the brutal usage, trails of saliva dripped from the female warrior's lips. The ferocious ramming against the young woman's esophagus caused a strong gag reflex, making Riven constantly want to vomit. However, the esophageal contractions caused by this gag reflex only served to further stimulate the monstrous meat inside her mouth, inciting Faen to thrust even more violently and relentlessly.
After quite a while, Faen finally slowed down slightly.
Watching Faen pull out of her mouth, Riven's eyes went wide. She smacked her lips a couple of times, confirming that the expected essence wasn't in her mouth, before turning a confused gaze back to Faen.
To this, Faen sighed. Stroking Riven's hair, he said, "Do you think I don't want you anymore because I have someone new?"
Hearing this, Riven pursed her lips, then harrumphed softly. "Isn't that the case? This time, you didn't even give me... your stuff."
As she spoke, Riven bit her lip tightly, her eyes revealing deep dissatisfaction.
"You know perfectly well that I was fucked into your shape a long time ago... Even if you're really tired of playing with me, you should at least tell me clearly, so I have time to process and accept it."
When she said the words "tired of playing with me," Riven's voice trembled slightly. Although Faen could feel Riven trying her best to restrain herself, when she actually said it out loud, she found herself completely unable to suppress the grievance, hesitation, and even despair in her heart. It was as if even the meaning and goals of her life blurred in that moment.
Riven knew very well that this was abnormal; it was a psychological dependence born from the Joy Factor. But Riven asked herself: could she really go back to the past? Or rather, was she truly willing to go back to the past?
Even though she had many words she wanted to say, in the end, Riven found that the only response she could give was silence.
Feeling Riven enveloped in a damp layer of sorrow, Faen rubbed her hair and said, "It's mainly because... the pressure from Syndra's side is a bit intense."
"...Syndra?" Hearing Faen's words, a look of bewilderment appeared in Riven's eyes. She then said suspiciously, "She... didn't let you? Seriously?"
Although Riven didn't know Syndra very well, they had "worked together" before—right after Syndra was freed from her seal, Riven and Syndra had served Faen together. And in Riven's impression, Syndra was absolutely not a difficult person to approach.
In all fairness, Syndra was indeed the most intensely emotional, dominant-charactered, and lustful woman Riven had ever seen by Faen's side. Even now, Riven still remembered the image of Syndra crawling on top of Faen like a beast in heat, craving him madly, violently bouncing her hips up and down. It was no exaggeration to say that even without Faen making any responsive movements, Syndra herself was able to slam out lewd waves of flesh across her ass. She was equally passionate about Faen's essence, seemingly very concerned about being the first to bear a small life for Faen...
But aside from that...
She shouldn't be considered a difficult person to approach, right?
Riven thought to herself—Although Syndra had also expressed a desire to monopolize Faen, she hadn't dwelled on it too much, even directly stating she knew it was impossible. Because she knew Faen wouldn't abandon any of the girls around him. Syndra simply wanted to become Faen's unique, beloved pet while acting as a part of the Spirit of Ionia to complete her revenge...
To this, Faen said, "Actually, right after I returned to the Material Realm, dealt with those besieging Noxians, and helped you all enter a meditative state, I took a specific trip to the Spirit Realm with Syndra."
"Eh?" Riven blinked, not knowing why Faen suddenly brought this up. Also—that happened? So Syndra's first time wasn't with me? No wonder I didn't see any virgin blood flow out...
Riven was well aware of some of Faen's wicked fetishes. In Riven's memory, although Faen was very straightforward about it, every time he took a virginity, he would record it, even cutting out the piece of cloth stained with the virgin blood to keep alongside the video. Even with girls like Zeri and Seraphine, who were claimed by Faen before he had the capability to record videos, Faen tirelessly used his Spirit Realm abilities to painstakingly extract those images from their memories and store them in the Spirit Realm.
To be honest, Riven found it hard to judge this hobby of Faen's—especially when, while playing her own video, the bloodstained bedsheet was framed right next to it. Every time she thought about it, Riven felt a wave of scorching heat and thirst in her body, making her feel like just another one of Faen's many collectibles, a toy used solely to vent his lust.
"Three hours."
Meeting Riven's gaze, Faen sighed with emotion. "Three straight hours without stopping. And this was Syndra's first time in the Material Realm."
Hearing this, a look of disbelief surfaced in Riven's eyes. "Three hours? Seriously? Just her alone?"
"Yes, just her. And afterward, she wasn't completely limp, nor did her flower-room prolapse," Faen nodded, a solemn expression on his face.
A look of deep shock subsequently appeared on Riven's face—Riven, to be honest, wasn't surprised that Faen could go for three hours. Because back in Piltover, when the mood struck, Faen would often hold multi-day sex parties in the Spirit Realm.
Every girl would take turns. When one was completely exhausted, her lower half so loose it couldn't tighten, she would be sent to rest temporarily. Then, in the morning, when they needed to work, they would go about their business with Faen's "stuff" clamped inside them. During their free time, lunch breaks, and after work, once their bodies had absorbed the life essence, recovered, and grown even stronger, they would specifically return to continue the party so Faen could enjoy himself fully.
Precisely because of this, treating Faen's life essence as food to replenish energy had almost become an instinct and habit for Riven and the other girls.
Eating a normal breakfast like they did this morning actually felt a bit unnatural to Riven... It was only because the quality of Ionian food was so high; otherwise, Riven might have actually had to endure the discomfort caused by breaking that habit.
But now...
Syndra? Alone? Fucked hard for three hours?