Undoubtedly, even for Soraka, who had existed in Runeterra for thousands of years, helping someone get pregnant was an absolute first.
To the extent that the person she was helping get pregnant was the lover of the man who had taken her own precious virginity... Although for Soraka, having her virginity roughly taken by Faen wasn't something she found troublesome or paid much attention to. Or rather, as a lifeform of the Immortal Celestial Realm, even though Soraka chose self-demotion so Runeterra could return to its proper destiny, that didn't mean she could comprehend certain concepts held by mortal lives.
Soraka pondered this briefly—
"Of course I am willing to help you." Hearing Syndra's plea for help, Soraka rubbed her temples, then sighed, "In fact, I have already perfected the structure of this blessing recently."
Regarding Faen, Soraka's feelings were somewhat complex.
In Soraka's view, Faen, as an anomaly outside of destiny, should be a manifestation of the world's own self-defense mechanism, born to combat its inherent destiny and disasters. Although she didn't know why Faen possessed such extraordinary lust, if she could earn his friendship through something that was unimportant to her but incredibly vital to him, then to Soraka, there was nothing worth hesitating over.
It was just that, for some unknown reason, after being plowed by Faen, Soraka gradually began to realize that she didn't seem entirely insensitive to certain things.
This left Soraka a bit puzzled, but she didn't dwell on it too much, silently preparing the matters regarding conception. And now that Syndra was here, facing her request, Soraka offered her own suggestion.
"If possible, please form a sensory resonance ritual with me." Looking at Syndra, Soraka remained silent for a moment before dropping her gaze to her own lower abdomen. Gently caressing it with her violet hand, Soraka said peacefully, "I wish to perceive how mortal lives truly feel regarding this act..."
Hearing Soraka's words, Syndra nodded thoughtfully, then smiled brightly, "No problem."
Having reached a consensus on their respective needs, Soraka then stepped in front of Syndra. With a brief chant, wisps of Celestial power continuously emerged from Soraka and transferred onto Syndra. First, they completed the forging of the ritual. This made Soraka frown slightly involuntarily.
Almost the very instant the ritual was completed, Soraka felt a massive mental shock emanating from Syndra.
This mental shock wasn't born of malice, but from Syndra's own inner craving for the act of conception, which had already reached its absolute peak.
How to describe it? It was somewhat novel. Because to Soraka, conception and continuing Faen's bloodline wasn't something worth being passionate about. If Faen wanted it, as long as he was willing to do more good for Runeterra and allow the world itself to progress toward prosperity, becoming Faen's "pregnancy bag" and bearing his children was perfectly acceptable.
But now, through Syndra's perception, Soraka could clearly feel that the reason she wanted to continue Faen's bloodline wasn't for some grand ideal or goal like the sake of Runeterra. It was purely, as a mate, a lover, and even as a female, wanting from the bottom of her heart to do something for a male, thereby earning more of his affection and becoming the most unique flower among the many by his side...
Sensing these complex thoughts, Soraka didn't say much. After a brief silence, she silently administered the predetermined blessing.
It was a simple process. Soon after, Syndra let out a whimpering sigh. Her alluring figure swayed slightly before she lowered her head, gazing at her lower abdomen with eyes full of love. Even through the flesh and skin, the current Syndra could clearly feel that her body was perfectly prepared. It only needed the slightest stimulation from Faen to immediately begin ovulating and complete implantation.
The next day, nightfall.
Having prepared to rest, Sona, wearing a gauze dress, stretched lazily. With a soft pop from her joints, traces of comfort appeared between her brows.
Riding a horse might look easy, but doing it continuously for several days straight could shake even iron bones apart. However, thanks to Faen's protection, Sona only felt a bit sore, rather than suffering any unbearable aches.
Staying alone in her small tent with no one around, after a moment of silence, Sona gently lifted her gauze dress.
Between her legs, the plump, pale, hairless little mound was covered in glistening wet streaks. Having clamped down on Faen's searing heat for a long time, the two originally closed, fair cheeks were stretched slightly outward, revealing the tender pink soft flesh and the slightly wrinkled petals inside. At the very front, that tender pink bud was engorged and swollen from prolonged pressure and friction.
According to what Seraphine said, this was love. Although she didn't quite understand why Mr. Faen's love had to be expressed through such actions, according to Seraphine, her absolute favorite thing was being penetrated deeply by Faen like that. So Sona didn't think too deeply about it.
Driven by curiosity, Sona tentatively reached out and lightly touched the engorged bud. But the intense sensation immediately caused her body to tremble violently. After quite a while, once the already damp petals began to flow with a steady trickle, Sona finally returned to normal.
Because she was born without the ability to speak, combined with her inner timidity and inability to express herself, Sona was exceptionally sensitive, both physically and mentally. Like just now, a mere touch was enough to produce intense stimulation for her.
It's a good thing Mr. Faen and I had my pants and gauze dress between us, otherwise I definitely would have disappointed him...
Thinking this, a look of dismay appeared between Sona's brows.
After all, if the barrier of the pants and gauze dress were gone, Faen merely brushing against her might cause her to pee herself like she did just now... That would undoubtedly wet his pants and the horse, making everything exceptionally troublesome.
Just as Sona was lost in thought, a cheerful voice rang out from outside the tent behind her.
"Sona! Sona! Our hubby is getting ready to make a baby! Let's go watch together!"