With Ayn's toying, Aya's moans and pants grew ever more lewd, those intermittent low hums plaintive and sobbing like a lover's plea, the "Hnnng oh... mm ha..." slutty sounds echoing through the grove and stirring the leaves with their raw need. The musky hot waves of her scent rushed straight to Ayn's nose, a scorching tease that made his cock swell and throb with aching pain, veins pulsing like they begged for release.
Aya increasingly craved the big cock to ruthlessly thrust into her empty asshole or little pussy, that longing tormenting her soul like fire burning within, pussy juices gurgling down her inner thighs in sticky trails, the pussy mouth twitching to suck at empty air in desperate hunger. Yet Aya still wouldn't beg aloud for insertion, her face flushed red with inner turmoil, biting her pink lips to stifle the rising slutty cries, looking so pitifully vulnerable as she panted with head lowered, tears glistening at her eye corners like dewdrops of unspoken plea, her tits quivering to spray milk arcs that splattered the grass wet and shimmering.
Seeing her refuse to beg aloud for insertion, Ayn refused to satisfy this slut, continuing to toy with her little pussy or asshole—sometimes sliding the shaft up and down against her swollen labia, the glans grinding that engorged little bean clit, electric numbness shooting straight to her G-spot and pleasuring her until her pussy flesh spasmed to squirt hot scorching pussy juices that splashed the shaft slick and gleaming; other times shallowly topping the asshole wrinkles with the glans, the coronal ridge squeezing half an inch into the tight ring muscle before pulling out to bring sticky lewd strings, hot waves of swelling tease churning from the intestinal depths, making her waist instinctively arch back, her ass twisting to grind against the big cock in silent, desperate craving.
But even so, Aya could still endure it, reduced only to moans and pants, those tempting slutty sounds enough to make Ayn want to fuck this slut to death—yet he stubbornly held back from thrusting in. Because Aya could still hold out, Ayn simply escalated with toys, the pink tentacle mouthpart morphing into an oval buzzing vibrating egg that clamped dead tight to her little pussy, rubbing back and forth against the swollen labia, grinding the sensitive clit tip, the vibrating currents drilling straight into the pussy flesh depths and pleasuring her until her walls spasmed in layers, squelching pussy juices spraying to drench the tentacle surface in glistening sheen.
At the same time, the glans of his crotch big cock shallowly inserted half an inch into the asshole, the massive coronal ridge swelling the ring muscle like a living vibrating egg buzzing with vibration, its granular texture scraping over the intestinal wall's wrinkles to send hot swollen itch waves surging from her deepest sensitive spots, making her intestinal walls instinctively wring and suck, her panting turning to suppressed screams as her body arched like a crescent moon in quivering ecstasy.
The purple and white tentacles reached for Aya's tits, mouthparts opening to engulf the stiff nipples, fine hair-thin filaments burrowing into the areola pores to tease the nerves, coiling the sensitive tips there and pleasuring her until milk gushed like springs, sweet sticky milk flowing straight through the filament conduits to Ayn's stomach.
Of course, toys alone were far from enough; the pink vibrating egg, glans vibration, and filament teases continuously released MP to invade Aya's body, tickling every nerve like electric numbness; mental power drilled into her mental world to toy with her inner shyness and craving, amplifying the "fuck me... please..." begging thoughts; soul power delved even deeper into her soul core, stirring that shy essence and pleasuring her until her soul quivered and spasmed, every pore flushing red to secrete lewd fluids in a haze of overwhelming bliss.
With this level of toying, even Aya couldn't hold out anymore; she began murmuring things like "I really can't take it" and "Big cock daddy, fuck me quick," her voice growing ever more lewd, her pants coming faster and more urgent.
Amid the moans and words, the shapes of her little pussy and asshole became even more enticing, the labia swelling and parting like blooming petals, lewd fluid gurgling down her inner thighs, her body scent mingling with the scent of arousal to rush straight to Ayn's nose, igniting his primal urge to fuck her dripping slutty pussy rotten. At the same time, At the same time, Aya's MP, mental power, and soul power started counterattacking, hot threads of energy wrapping around his cock base to tease the nerve endings, making his glans swell and throb with pleasure, his spine tingling in ecstasy.
Perhaps Aya's counterattack took effect, or maybe that little pussy and asshole were just too fucking tempting, or perhaps Aya's teary-eyed pitiful look poked right at Ayn's heart—he finally decided to thrust in. However, before thrusting in, he still wanted to toy with this slut. So, he asked: "Slut, is your slutty pussy itchy?" Aya's heart itched unbearably, her pussy flesh spasming as she panted: "Itchy... fuck, so itchy..." Ayn pressed: "Do you want the big cock?" She hummed low: "Yes... hurry and stuff it in..." Ayn asked again: "Where do you want me to fuck you?" Aya's face flushed red with shame, her voice trembling: "Slutty pussy... my slutty pussy feels so bad..."
Only then was Ayn satisfied, gripping the big cock to tease that ravenous little pussy, the glans first rubbing the swollen labia, the coronal ridge scraping the tender flesh as pussy juices coated the shaft in sticky strings dripping to the grass; then grinding the clit, that engorged little bean prodded until electric numbness surged through her, her waist trembling as her tits swayed and milk sprayed into the tentacle mouthparts. Finally, the glans aligned with the pussy mouth and slowly inserted, the thick coronal ridge parting the layered pussy flesh bit by bit, the insertion's pleasure making Aya hum muffled in her throat.
But Ayn this slut pulled the glans out right after inserting, switching back to tease the asshole wrinkles, then retreating to shallowly stir the pussy mouth again, pleasuring her until pussy and asshole juices squirted to drench the shaft. This drove Aya mad with frustration; she wanted to reach back and seize the big cock behind her ass. However, she held back her inner impulse, merely silently enduring this pervert's torment, the empty swollen itch burning like fire from her lower body straight to her soul, tears rolling from her eye corners, pink lips bitten to a thread of blood.
Even though Aya had her back to Ayn, he could still clearly see her pitiful expression, while feeling the torment in her heart—that fiery empty hunger. Though Aya had teary eyes before, though she'd strongly held back her craving for the big cock, this time it really made Ayn feel "a bit too much, look what he's tormented her into," softening his sadistic urge a touch.
So, Ayn couldn't hold back and gripped the big cock to slowly insert into that slutty little pussy, his movements not so rough but gently advancing, the glans exploring the hot tight vagina inch by inch. Feeling the big cock finally stuffing in, the hunger in Aya's heart finally eased a bit; she instinctively twisted her ass to meet him, pussy flesh layering to suck the big cock, pleasuring Ayn until he hummed low.
As the glans slowly advanced into the hot tight slutty pussy, Ayn soon felt a resilient resistance—that was the hymen. Of course, this membrane wasn't natural; the original one had been torn by his glans during his first rough fucking of Aya, and the thin layer now was simply one she'd recreated with Transcendent energy, restored purely to heighten the lovemaking thrill.
Though it wasn't natural, that didn't mean it was inferior—it was Transcendent, crystal-clear and thin as a cicada's wing, elastic to the brim, its surface shimmering with faint pink veins, its shape so flawless it seemed like a work of art, the touch warm and slick, striking straight at Ayn's soul. Precisely because it was so beautiful, so adorable, Ayn hesitated to break it for a moment, only gently pushing the glans forward, the slit shallowly brushing the membrane surface to feel the rebounding hot tight squeeze, pleasuring him until he panted low.
After contact, the hymen didn't budge an inch, because it was Transcendent, not something easily broken. Realizing it wouldn't yield simply, Ayn's playful mood struck, using the glans to tease the membrane surface, moving back and forth to prod the thin film, the coronal ridge scraping its crystalline face to bring electric numbness, pleasuring him until his spine tingled, like a child with a new toy, playing with unrestrained delight.
Ayn played with unrestrained delight, but it tormented Aya terribly—because that hymen's sensitivity rivaled her clit or nipples, the glans prodding sending current-like numbness straight to her nerve endings, swelling itch hot waves surging from the membrane into her uterus and soul, making it unbearable for her. So, she couldn't hold back and begged: "I feel so bad... fuck me..." Her voice trembled with a sobbing lilt, tears rolling from her eye corners.
Though Ayn wanted to keep playing a bit longer, Aya was truly suffering so intensely, so he said: "We can skip it this time, but next time you have to let me play~" Aya didn't care about next time right now; first enjoy this big cock fucking her, so she panted in hasty agreement.
Only then was Ayn satisfied, thrusting hard to break the hymen; the instant the glans tore the thin film, blood mixed with pussy juices splashed hot and scorching, the salty-sweet musky scent assaulting his nose. The hot tight stuffed fullness rushed straight to the uterine inner wall, pleasuring Aya until she screamed in moans, psychological satisfaction flooding like a tide, pussy flesh layering to strangle the shaft. Ayn too felt an indescribable conquest and achievement, as if he'd truly fucked a virgin, that hot wave pleasuring him until he growled nonstop, his cock base twitching faintly.
As the glans slowly advanced into the hot tight slutty pussy, Ayn soon pressed against the cervix. With a forceful thrust, he broke through the cervical opening, the glans stuffing full and swelling against that cute uterine inner wall, pleasuring Aya until she screamed out loud.
At this moment, though the hunger in Aya's heart gained a little release, that emptiness, craving, and desire remained overwhelmingly massive—so she instinctively twisted her ass, her little pussy riding the big cock, the tight vagina sucking the glans as slapping sounds rang out, pussy juices coating the shaft slick and glistening.
At the same time, Ayn gripped her waist tight, his ass rocking forward and back to fuck her slutty pussy, the glans grinding the vaginal walls with every motion to pleasure Aya until she hummed low in her throat, her snow-white tits swaying in utterly lewd arcs.
After fucking for a short while, Ayn craved the asshole again, so he pulled out the cock and thrust fiercely into the pink tender chrysanthemum hole. The long-empty asshole welcomed the big cock it had longed for, instantly clamping the shaft tight, intestinal walls layering to scrape the bulging veins and pleasuring Ayn until he growled nonstop. With every impact against Aya's ass flesh, his ballsack slapped intimately against her little pussy in "pops," lewd fluid moistening the scrotal skin in crystalline strings, the slapping flesh sounds setting their desire ablaze.
Of course, Aya always craved Ayn to satisfy her asshole and little pussy at the same time—and with so many tentacle big cocks at his disposal, it should have been easy. But Ayn stubbornly refused to use the tentacles to play, so Aya could only endure the restlessness, silently bearing his arbitrary whims. Aya was indeed tormented, but wasn't this torment also a twisted form of pleasure?
After all, when Ayn fucked her little pussy, the asshole itched with empty hunger; but when he switched to the asshole, that emptiness instantly turned to hot tight stuffed satisfaction; the little pussy grew empty again, and when he returned to thrust hard, that emptiness melted into wild ecstasy. This back-and-forth of emptiness, fulfillment, emptiness, fulfillment created a pleasure that even made her soul quiver, a twisted happiness that felt addictive.
Under this twisted satisfaction and happiness, Aya craved to kiss Ayn. But at this moment, she braced against the tree trunk with her back to him, making a kiss inconvenient—though she could twist her neck 180 degrees, she didn't want to. Because that would be too inhuman; she worried it would scare Ayn, dampening his desire to fuck her pussy. So, Aya didn't do it, instead panting as she spoke, hoping Ayn would change positions.
By now, Ayn was a bit tired of the doggy-style fucking too, so he agreed, briefly pulling out of the asshole, the glans bringing sticky lewd strings dripping down. Aya had wanted to lie on the ground facing Ayn so he could fuck her from the front, but as she turned, Ayn grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off the ground with a slight effort. The big cock under his crotch found the pussy mouth like a living thing; Ayn's ass gave a light thrust, stuffing it straight in, the glans parting the pussy flesh to swell the uterus full, the hot tight touch pleasuring her until she hummed low. Then, his ass rocked forward and back to fuck the little pussy, hands cradling Aya's ass to shake it up and down, making the shaft impact deeper and fiercer.
This position delighted Aya to no end; her legs instinctively wrapped around Ayn's waist, her ass meeting the cock's thrusts with his motions, pussy juices splashing to wet their lower bellies. At the same time, one hand hugged Ayn's neck, the other cupping his face for a deep kiss, her tongue plunging in to twist and tangle, sucking sweet saliva with squelching wet sounds mixing with their panting.
Aya wasn't worried at all about tiring Ayn out, after all—he wasn't ordinary; even holding her like this to fuck for ten days and nights wouldn't exhaust him. Of course, Ayn was panting, but that wasn't fatigue—it was excitement and agitation in his heart, his body instinctively panting to heighten the lovemaking experience; compared to expressionless fucking, panting, moaning, and slutty crying made it far more thrilling and passionate.
Of course, in this position, Ayn's hands were occupied—after all, he was holding Aya's ass. So, under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to fuck the little pussy whenever he wanted or the asshole whenever he felt like it. But Ayn wasn't ordinary; even now, he could toy with Aya at will. That big cock seemed to come alive, precisely thrusting into the hot tight pussy mouth when Ayn wanted to fuck the little pussy; when he craved the asshole, it pulled out from the pussy and rammed fiercely into the pink tender, shy little beauty. This pleasured Ayn until he growled nonstop, playing with utter delight.
And at this moment, Aya no longer cared which honey hole Ayn fucked, because she had a channel to release the torment in her heart: frenzied tongue-kissing Ayn. Moreover, she didn't just deep-kiss; she hugged his head, straightening her waist to adjust the position and bury his face in her chest, gaining immense security from it. Why? Because this pose was too much like a mother breastfeeding, stirring Ayn's Oedipal complex and awakening Aya's maternal love—that taboo love and being loved, the wondrous mutual attachment from the soul's depths, made one feel warm and happy.
It was precisely in this position that, as Ayn relentlessly pounded Aya's asshole or little pussy, she finally couldn't take it anymore and climaxed, her little pussy squirting wildly, hot scorching pussy juices splashing Ayn's crotch, legs, and lower body all slick and sticky, the salty-sweet musky scent assaulting his nose.
Of course, while Aya squirted freely, Ayn was fucking her asshole, so the little pussy could gush without hindrance. Feeling wave after wave of warm hot squirt striking his body, Ayn grew even more excited, shoving his cock straight into the little pussy with malicious intent to block this fountain, not letting her release fully—this was purely treating the slutty pussy like a toy to play with.
And after stuffing the cock in, Ayn felt even better, because the little pussy was excruciatingly tight right then, with wave after wave of hot springs rushing over the glans, slit, and shaft, the uterus sucking the glans like a vortex. This pleasured Ayn until he cried out wildly, frantically slapping Aya's ass to vent his inner thrill and excitement. Yet even so, Ayn didn't climax, so he kept pounding Aya in her climax without pause or slowing. While fucking her, tongue-kissing her, and using two tentacle mouthparts to suck milk at the same time, gulping down sweet sticky milk with swallows.
Aya in climax passively took impact after impact, hot wave after hot wave, unable to recover from ecstasy at all—instead constantly climbing higher in climax, as if so-called "ecstasy" wasn't the peak, but there were even loftier layers of wild joy.
And after Aya's body finished squirting, Ayn craved the asshole again, so the cock pulled out from the little pussy, bringing white semen mixed with pussy juices splashing down, then thrusting into the pink tender chrysanthemum hole, his ass rocking forward and back, hands cradling Aya's ass up and down to make the big cock slam deepest every time, the glans impacting the intestinal sensitive wall flesh.
At this moment, Aya's body was extremely sensitive; Ayn's fucking like this directly led to her asshole climaxing too. Though the asshole didn't squirt or have a uterus, the intestinal tract was far tighter than the vagina, the tight clamping experience on the big cock utterly wondrous. How tight was the asshole? Each time Ayn pulled out the cock, it brought out a segment of pink tender intestine, the ring muscle biting the glans dead tight without letting go.
Admittedly, this was prolapse, but it wasn't ugly at all—instead adorable like a girl's cherry blossom blooming for the first time—not a metaphor, but visually the pink tender wrinkles everting like a shy face, crystalline intestinal fluid coating in strings that glistened, like a girl's lips parting slightly in sweet murmur, utterly without the horror of typical female prolapse. This sight excited Ayn until his cock jumped wildly; he fucked that hot tight asshole frantically, the glans slamming the everted intestinal wall, wildly ravaging that segment of pink tender intestine like a shy beauty at his mercy.
Under Ayn's frenzied raping thrusts, Aya's little pussy endured two squirting climaxes, her asshole welcoming three waves of ecstatic peaks—before Ayn, that bastard, finally reached his major climax. His cock slammed deep into the uterine depths, spurting thick white semen wildly against the inner wall, hot scorching cum carrying soul power like massive waves flooding her full, expressing his endless love for this woman, rewarding Aya for the pleasure she'd brought him. Of course, the major climax's volume was enormous; luckily Aya was a Transcendent, able to rapidly digest those energy hot flows—otherwise, an ordinary woman would surely have her uterus burst from the swelling.
Before Ayn ejaculated, Aya was already immersed in layered ecstasy clouds, climbing new heights with every impact, her soul floating light as a feather, utterly powerless to recover from this joyful vortex. After Ayn's ejaculation, Aya surged into an unprecedented new climax, her whole body flushing red, little pussy twitching to gush wildly, asshole wringing tight in pulsing throbs, mouth parting slightly in pants, uterine inner wall quivering to suck the glans; every pore blooming with hot waves, blood boiling like surging warm currents, bones shivering light as wings unfurling, cells cheering in unison "I'm so fucking good"; her brain melting into sweet honey clouds, filled with pure joy that left no room for other thoughts, only layers of blooming pleasurable light; and her soul and mental world screaming in release, climax colorful as a rainbow, blurring all boundaries of existence, leaving only infinite warm echoes of happiness.
Aya's ecstasy naturally transmitted to Ayn, letting him share this uniquely female soft wild joy, so he reached a double climax—savoring the sweet feedback of Aya's soul quivering while drowning in his own ejaculation's hot surging waves. Of course, Ayn's strength surpassed Aya's, so he wasn't completely overwhelmed into cock-obsessed madness; he simply soaked in pure joy, ascending to heaven's lightness, plunging into hell's depths, oscillating between the two without distinguishing the world's myriad things, feeling only that everything was an eternal warm embrace.