Ara?! Is Sys worried about little old ?!
[N-Not in that manner! I believe Master has no idea how it feels like to be in a woman’s perspective in copulation.]
[Leave out the formalities! Vaelora won’t suffer alone!]
{Very well. I will cease to warn Master any further. Initiating [Magic Nexus] [Beast Demigod] alongside [Soul Link] for higher chance of success... Linking the individual Vaelora with Master’s soul... Complete!}
...Huh...?
The instant the connection snapped into place, a burning stretch between my legs—the sharp, tearing ache of forcing my way into Vaelora’s untouched pussy—suddenly felt distant, and nearly secondary.
A mory that wasn’t mine crashed through my mind like a tidal wave, shoving itself into every corner of my awareness whether I wanted it or not.
I saw Titania weeping, but not the soft, vulnerable tears I’d just witnessed.
This was sothing feral; her sclera was violet and glowing an unnatural, violent purple, eyes blazing with unchecked rage as silver tears stread down her face.
I saw two tall, voluptuous won who looked exactly like Tera and Tesa being ruthlessly beaten, slamd against stone walls, bodies crumpling under blows that cracked bone and split skin.
I saw entire villages of prival-looking people—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in rough hides and furs—sprawled dead in their stone-built hos and straw-thatched huts, blood pooling on dirt floors, limbs twisted at unnatural angles.
The scale was apocalyptic: smoke rising from burning roofs, screams echoing in the distance, and the ground itself trembling as if the world was ending.
It was possibly the most iconic, defining mont of Vaelora’s existence, I realized; like the glimpse I’d gotten of Kuzunoha’s past when we’d connected before.
Probably the author would dump more context in a bonus Chapter soday, but right now it hit like a freight train.
With the way Vaelora was staring up at , her big pink eyes wide and shimring, lashes glistening as if wet, I could tell she knew I’d done sothing.
Spirits were sensitive to soul-links like this. She felt the echo of her own mory rippling through .
"M... Master, did you...?"
"Shhhh!" I hushed her gently, pressing a finger to her plush lips before leaning down to press my mouth over her lips shortly. "I won’t let you go through this on your own."
"Master..." Her features softened instantly.
A small, trembling smile crept across her face; sweet and grateful, heartbreaking in its purity.
...Damn... It hurt. Like actual hell. It hurt so bad.
Were this really what girls faced when it happened?
I was still using my penis to stretch her insides—slow and careful thrusts that forced her tight walls to yield—but now it felt like I was stabbing myself with jagged shards of broken glass.
Every inch of penetration sent white-hot spikes radiating from my groin, up my spine, into my skull.
The friction burned as the stretch tore, the pressure built like sothing was ripping open from the inside.
And yet... on top of that agony was this taboo, forbidden pleasure.
The kind that made my hips want to keep moving despite the pain.
Because the hurt itself was twisting into sothing addictive, sothing darkly euphoric that had gritting my teeth and groaning low in my throat.
"I can feel Master’s pleasure too... I’m so happy..."
I’d really like her to keep her voice down so we wouldn’t wake the sleeping Titania curled up on the far side of the bed, silver hair fanned across the pillow, small chest rising and falling in exhausted motion.
She might demand I do the sa soul-link trick for her, and I wasn’t sure my sanity could handle doubling the female-perspective overload right now.
And then, as suddenly as it had slamd into , the pain began to fade.
Not gradually but abruptly, like soone flipped a switch.
One second I was gritting through glass-shard agony; the next, only paralyzing, overwhelming pleasure remained. Every nerve ending lit up like fireworks.
The sweet warmth of Vaelora’s pussy wrapped around felt impossibly good; her soft walls clenching and rippling, sucking at my dick every ti I pulled back, fluttering desperately when I thrust in again.
She was gripping so hard now it almost hurt in the best way, inner muscles spasming like they were trying to keep buried forever.
After a few more minutes of that slow, deep movent, I eased out of her gently, ignoring her soft whimper of protest.
I turned her over onto her stomach, guiding her hips up so her ass lifted; her soft, round cheeks jiggling slightly as she settled on her knees and elbows.
I lined up from behind and sank back in with one smooth glide, feeling her gasp and arch as I filled her completely again.
I slapped my hips forward, harder now, skin eting skin in wet, flowing smacks that made her ass ripple with every impact.
The mattress wobbled and bounced beneath us, springs creaking in protest as I fucked her from behind, hands gripping her narrow waist, thumbs digging into the dimples above her cheeks.
Her butterfly wings twitched weakly with each thrust, translucent veins pulsing pink and silver in ti with her heartbeat.
I’d already co like five tis tonight, thick loads painting Vaelora’s womb, then leaking out around my cock when I pulled free, but the female pleasure flooding through the link was endless, addictive, bottomless.
[Infinite Stamina] also kept going without tiring, hips snapping forward relentlessly while Vaelora moaned into the pillow, voice muffled but rising higher with every deep stroke.
We cycled through every position in the book; her on top riding reverse-cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce, missionary again so I could kiss away the tears that still clung to her lashes, spooning from behind so I could wrap an arm around her small breasts and tease her stiff nipples while grinding slow circles inside her, legs hooked over my shoulders so I could drive straight down into her pussy until she sobbed with pleasure.
We perverted ourselves for almost five full hours, sweat-slick skin sliding together, wet sounds filling the room, her sweet vanilla scent mixing with the musk of sex, my groans mixing with her high, broken cries, before I finally felt my vision start to dim at the edges.
Huh? Wait, my vision is going off!!
{Answer: Master’s body is exhausted from forcefully creating a clone, forcefully sharing aura and magic power, forcefully granting so of his abilities, receiving double of his power suddenly, and copulating with two god-like spirits in one fell swoop.}
[Noted. So am I dying now? I’m asking because I’ve died before and that’s the feeling I’m getting.]
{Master is experiencing nigh-evolution, because Master is now considered a creator-type individual. So rest is needed for it to integrate fully with Master’s existence. Master will fall unconscious now.}
Ah, wait—
TWIP!
Oh, darkness engulfed .
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