When Aya finally released Ayn's shoulder, the originally bruised purple bite marks had completely vanished, the skin returning to its pre-injury state—this was because her tongue and saliva, infused with Transcendent energy, had quietly healed the traces.
Seeing this, Aya lifted her head with satisfaction and whispered in his ear: "From now on, without my permission, you're not allowed to let any other woman bite you, got it?"
Hearing this, Ayn lightly pinched her dainty little nose and smiled back: "Besides you, what other woman would come bite me? You're just imagining all sorts of nonsense. Even if there was one, I wouldn't look at those women! In this world, what woman could compare to you? You're not just beautiful—you're so slutty, slutty enough to make my cock rock-hard; other women couldn't get me this hard. And besides, if I accidentally go too far and fuck one of them to death in bed, I'd probably end up in prison~"
Listening to Ayn's vulgar yet sweet words of affection, Aya giggled delightedly, her body shaking with laughter like a blooming flower, her tits swaying in enticing arcs across her chest. In her buoyant mood, she wanted Ayn to taste this heat too, so she leaned close to his ear, breathing hotly as she murmured: "I want to lick your big cock..."
Ayn chuckled lowly by her ear, his voice husky with flirtation: "You want to lick that cock—I've got several~"
Hearing this, Aya pretended to be shy and lowered her head, looking so innocent like a girl untouched by the world; she coquettishly said: "Hate you~"
Ayn burst out laughing and stood up from the floor; the blue tentacle extending from his tailbone reached toward Aya's tits, while the 20cm cock in his crotch stood proud like a boxing champion, veins bulging, the head glistening brightly. Two cocks, up for Aya to choose.
Of course, Ayn knew full well that what Aya wanted was this main body cock, not the tentacle one. He offered two choices purely to show off—look, I've got two cocks, pretty awesome, right? Though Aya already knew about it, he couldn't help but want to flaunt it in front of her, just like a little kid!
Spotting Ayn's little scheme, after kneeling properly, Aya didn't rush toward the main body cock; instead, she grabbed the energy tentacle wandering near her tits and fiercely kissed the closed mouthpart at the tip, her lips sucking hard at the lewd fluid inside—it was identical to the fluid secreted from Ayn's cock head.
Though the tentacle was made of pure energy, it felt hot and throbbing in Aya's hand, pulsing just like Ayn's cock, even with vein-like textures slightly raised on the surface. As for the closed mouthpart, egg-sized and teardrop-shaped in deep blue, energy veins occasionally slid across its surface like a brilliant blue gem. Kissing it felt remarkably close to the supple warmth of Ayn's actual cock head, with a hint of metallic slickness that filled her heart with delight.
After Aya kissed it a few times like this, the closed tentacle head slowly bloomed open like a lotus in full flower, revealing the dancing deep-blue filaments inside, dense as silk and shimmering with faint light. This sight thrilled Aya to no end, because in her eyes, it was strikingly similar to a girl spreading her legs, baring her pink tender pussy completely to a man—the mix of exposed shame and craving instantly igniting her lust.
In her excitement, she extended her lewd tongue to lick and tease those filament-thin threads, and each time her tip curled over them, the filaments would briefly glow, trembling in joyful response, sweet saliva dripping in strings, filling the air with an enticing aroma.
And whether it was the tentacle, the mouthpart, or the filaments inside, they were all part of Ayn's body—Aya toying with them was just like wantonly teasing his cock. So, Ayn felt pleasure shooting up his spine, his main body cock twitching wildly, the slit gushing out copious glistening pre-cum that dripped straight onto Aya's full tits, sticky and stringy as it slowly trailed down her cleavage.
That scorching hot liquid dripping onto Aya's full tits snapped her back to reality in an instant, making her realize she'd been neglecting the thick, long cock throbbing with veins right under Ayn's crotch. She immediately ended her blowjob on the tentacle, reaching out to grip that bulging, rough shaft, stroking it up and down eagerly while leaning her head in close, her pink tongue extending to lap at his ballsack.
The slick tongue coiled around those plump sacs, then she sucked one testicle into her mouth with a big gulp, slurping and swallowing with wet smacking sounds. Next, her tongue tip deliberately probed toward his perineum, and with the boost of Transcendent power, she effortlessly licked up to Ayn's asshole, slipping into the tight wrinkles for a shallow stir.
This slut spent more time rimming his ass than sucking his balls and sack combined, which showed just how much she truly loved this degrading act of service. Of course, she didn't neglect the other spots entirely, occasionally turning back to nibble at his testicles, her tongue's surface scraping over the rough texture of the scrotal skin to ensure Ayn savored layers of stacked pleasure. In this way, the smacking sucks, the squelching licks, and the gulping swallows of saliva filled the narrow entryway, utterly lascivious.
As for Ayn? He was of course thrilled to the point his spine tingled! He especially loved watching this slut kneel on the ground, submitting beneath his big cock, using her nimble tongue to serve every sensitive inch—that psychological rush of total conquest satisfaction made hot blood surge in his chest, a wild urge to grab the back of her head and brutally fuck her little mouth to vent his inner sadistic impulses.
Of course, this was just a fleeting savage thought; Ayn wasn't lost to lust. He stayed gentle, looking down from above as he stroked Aya's beautiful hair, his fingertips lightly combing through it to convey the joy and indulgence bubbling in his heart, encouraging her to lick even more fervently.
Of course, beyond the mental fulfillment, there was also extreme pleasure on the physical and soul levels. Truth be told, this blowjob was fiercer and more intoxicating than the previous ones, making Ayn's cock base twitch faintly with ecstasy. This was because Aya's abilities had leveled up again—her tongue and mouth weren't just more temptingly pink and tender in shape, but the pleasure they delivered to a man had upgraded too; when her tongue enveloped his testicles, that electric numbness shot straight up his spine, something no ordinary woman could match even with all her tricks.
Of course, Ayn didn't feel any urge to cum from it—his power far outstripped Aya's, so he wasn't that easy to break. But damn, it felt so fucking good! Ayn could hardly describe the sensation; he just knew it was better than before, delving deeper into his soul, to the point his cock head leaked even more crystalline pre-cum, dripping onto her cheek. And this pleasure was something he'd never tasted before, carrying an intensely fresh thrill comparable to the tearing conquest ecstasy of first fucking Aya's pussy, asshole, and mouth.
This rush of sensation, this freshness, made Ayn so happy he nearly laughed out loud. Why so happy? Because he'd always feared that one day he'd lose interest in bedding Aya—after all, they'd fucked so many times, tried every trick in the book, and it was bound to get stale. But now, this stimulation on par with their first night directly erased his worries—he knew that every time this woman's power rose a level, she'd bring him brand-new, unexperienced surprises, keeping his cock forever hard and his lust eternally burning.
It was this intense joy that made Ayn's mood surge so wildly his cock jumped, to the point the energy tentacle Aya had been ignoring suddenly flared its mouthpart open, lunging at her tits like a starving wolf, greedily sucking at the sweet, sticky milk flowing freely over her breasts, the squelching slurps echoing as hot milk gurgled down the filaments, splattering her chest in a sticky mess.
But there were two tits, and only one tentacle—the other full breast was left neglected. This irked Ayn to no end, so the tentacle split in an instant—at the one-third point near his tailbone, the energy forked like a tree trunk branching, a second tentacle sprouting from it, just as a single trunk can bear a lush canopy of limbs.
This second tentacle was identical to the first, except in a tempting pale purple hue, its surface veins glowing faintly as it slithered like a flexible snake straight for Aya's overlooked tit, the tip's mouthpart opening to coil around the stiff nipple, licking until her areola gleamed wet and slick.
Inside this pale purple tentacle's mouthpart weren't dense filaments, but a soft tongue—exactly like the one in Ayn's mouth—while the mouthpart itself morphed into pink tender lips, clamping tightly around the areola to suck out more milk, the sweet milky scent hitting straight to the nose.
Of course, learning from the earlier lesson, Ayn didn't dare go all out on Aya this time—no injecting MP, mental power, or soul power; he just let it be normal body contact, with Transcendent energy flowing naturally along with his mood. So, Aya didn't climax straight to eye-rolling oblivion; instead, she thoroughly enjoyed the dual tentacles' caresses and licks, the stacking itchiness making her desire blaze like fire, her pussy clenching involuntarily to leak hot slick juices that trickled down the insides of her thighs.
It was precisely under this surge of heightened desire that Aya could no longer hold back her craving for the big cock; she stopped her tongue's teasing of Ayn's asshole, directly parting her wet mouth and engulfing that thick glans in one go, her head bobbing back and forth wildly as she gave Ayn a frenzied deep-throat blowjob.
The moment the glans entered her warm oral cavity, Transcendent energy began surging like wild electricity to stimulate the head and shaft, a numbing hot wave shooting straight from his cock to Ayn's brain and soul, making him shiver down his spine with ecstasy as he could only cry out: "Mommy..." And his hips instinctively rocked back and forth in sync with Aya's rhythm, thrusting the glans even deeper.
Hearing that "Mommy," Aya's heart bloomed with delight, and she redoubled her efforts in sucking and swallowing. She no longer cared about rhythm or technique, only wanting to give Ayn more and fiercer pleasure; with every forward and backward motion of her head, that 20cm big cock plunged root-deep into her throat, the thick glans and shaft ramming straight into the depths of her esophagus, her throat tube bulging with obvious ridges from the stretch.
But Aya didn't feel the slightest discomfort or nausea—only pure joy and excitement washed over her, that intense thrill making her motions grow ever more brutal, as if it wasn't Ayn fucking her little mouth but her greedy little mouth raping his cock, her tongue coiling around the veined shaft in mad licks while saliva overflowed from the corners of her lips, stretching into glistening threads that dripped onto her chest.
An ordinary person couldn't last five seconds under this level of deep-throat assault before erupting in ejaculation, but even as Aya pulled out all the stops—her throat contracting to squeeze the glans, her tongue surface repeatedly scraping over the slit—she just couldn't make that big cock surrender, only sending wave after wave of scorching pleasure crashing through Ayn, his cock base twitching faintly yet staying rock-hard and unyielding.