Not disappointing Xayah, as the excitement peaked, Faen directly pinned her to the ground.
After a brief, socially ruinous declaration completed the video recording, there was a slight burst of pain. As her cherry was popped and virgin blood bloomed like red plums, a trace of discomfort showed on Xayah's face alongside this minor pain.
But this discomfort was less about actual pain, and more like a prelude to highlight the absolute bliss that was to follow.
Faen merely thrust slightly—no, perhaps it couldn't even be called thrusting, he just pushed forward a couple of times along that tight, newly-opened narrow path, and a touching look of joyous ecstasy instantly surfaced on Xayah's face.
Standing on the side, watching this scene unfold, Akali's face revealed a strained and difficult expression.
There was nothing to be done about it; they had clearly made a tacit agreement earlier to resist Faen's temptations together, yet now Xayah was the very first to betray it and surrender.
Perhaps it was the so-called zeal of the convert? The way Xayah was screaming now showed absolutely zero intention of holding back. Under Faen's brutal ravagement, Xayah let out intense, heavy pants like a female beast in heat.
Or perhaps, she simply and utterly bared her female nature in the face of an absolute dominant male.
The beast-like part of Vastayans was displayed to its absolute fullest. Every time Faen pulled out, all the hairs on Xayah's body would involuntarily tense up, as if she wanted to use the soft, juicy, tender flesh down below to clamp down on his cock and keep it inside her body forever.
And when he plunged deep inside, Xayah would violently spasm and tremble, starting all the way from her womb. The bodily fluids she squirted out instantly soaked a large patch of the ground, making one marvel at her impossibly huge volume of wetness.
Suddenly, Faen violently thrust his hips forward. Accompanied by a torrent of hot cum pumping into her like he was taking a piss, Xayah felt a surge of scalding warmth in her lower belly. An intense sense of pure bliss overflowed from her soul; every inch of her flesh and skin seemed to revel in the joy and happiness of this instantaneous cream-pie injection.
"It's inside, it's coming inside!" Clinging to Faen for dear life, Xayah's slightly slender Vastayan body clamped down hard on Faen, gripping him tightly from both the inside and the outside.
"Faen's supreme life essence! It's pumping right into my inferior Vastayan womb!"
Seeing the excited Xayah, Faen's playful urges were heavily roused.
He couldn't help it; compared to her previous self-proclaimed nobility, the current Xayah felt even cheaper and more degraded than a whore from the sumps of Zaun.
Although the Raven tribe Vastayans naturally possessed greater muscle strength than humans due to their bloodline, their bird-like nature meant their skeletal structure and muscle fibers were extremely slender, just with a higher density. This resulted in the Raven tribe generally being quite skinny.
And now, just by Faen thrusting his cock inside, one could clearly see the bulging outline of it pushing against Xayah's belly.
Seeing how Xayah maintained her noble, aloof, and arrogant facade towards her own kind and outsiders, yet acted like a cheap, worthless cum-bucket towards him, Faen clearly understood the preferences of this kind of gap-moe slut. He directly raised his hand, pinched the bulging peak on her abdomen, and squeezed it ruthlessly.
Like using a fleshlight, Faen could clearly feel that the tip of his cock, which was already tightly enveloped, was squeezed even tighter under the external force. And with the squeeze, accompanied by Xayah's scream, massive amounts of milky cum squeezed out through the gaps of the entry hole, spraying out like a cream dispenser.
The intense stimulation caused Xayah's body to violently convulse and shudder. Even just watching from the sidelines, Akali worried whether Xayah would just pass out cold the very next moment.
But obviously, not only did Xayah not pass out, but she also erupted with an even more intense lust and affection, as if being humiliated and abused like this was a form of supreme happiness and honor. She didn't even need Faen to do it anymore; she started slapping and pounding her own lower belly herself.
As her womb trembled, the slight resonance produced a faint pain that highlighted the intense bliss even more strongly. Watching Xayah become increasingly immersed in it, Faen chuckled lightly. He then balled his hand into a fist and, with just the right amount of force, began pounding the girl's womb through her skin, perfectly matching the rhythm of his thrusts in and out.
Seeing Faen actually doing it himself, Xayah bit her lip tightly. Feeling her life-nurturing cells being constantly pounded and impacted, entirely steeped in Faen's superior life essence, the joy of fulfilling her life's ultimate purpose caused Xayah to climax continuously and endlessly from both body and soul.
"You have quite a few suitors back in the Raven tribe, don't you? If they saw you like this right now, what would your kin, your sisters, and your family think?"
"They... they're not worthy!"
Xayah spoke brokenly. The impact of the intense pleasure caused two streams of tears to fall down her face, which was plastered with a smile of utterly broken, mind-shattering happiness, filled with a hazy, twisted euphoria.
"My feathers are the most beautiful in the Raven tribe! The most colorful! Even the thought of them looking at me makes me feel disgusted! Because my feathers were naturally born to be used to wipe off Faen's... to wipe off Master's life essence!!"
Her scarf-like feathers behind her fluttered wildly under the violent thrusts, refracting gorgeous, dazzling colors in the sunlight. In the Raven tribe, this represented nobility and beauty. But right now, for Xayah, if they couldn't bring joy to the Master before her, they held absolutely zero value.
"My sisters, my kin... my family..."
Recalling her female friends, and remembering her mom and dad, a smile formed on the corners of Xayah's mouth.
"The beautiful girls of the Raven tribe shouldn't be wasted on our own kind. Such beautiful feathers, pretty faces, and perfect figures were born naturally to carry Master's life essence inside them. Otherwise, they're nothing but inferior breeding livestock."
Saying this, Xayah worked hard to grind her lower body against him: "Does Master need them? If Master wants, when I go back, I'll bring all those female livestock to your side! To be pumped full of your life essence would definitely be the proudest moment of their entire lives!!"
Hearing this, Faen simply smiled and asked, "And what about your family? What would they do if they saw you like this right now?"
"My family...?" Hearing this, Xayah laughed like a lovestruck fool.
"If they can't understand it, it just proves that they are too inferior—having never felt Master's greatness, they could never comprehend such magnificence!!
My mother... if Master is willing to bestow his grace upon my mother, it would only take one time for her to understand everything! She would think exactly the same way as me and make the exact same decision!"
Hearing Xayah's answer, even Faen couldn't help but marvel. Xayah was truly thorough when it came to utter depravity and mindbreak.
But thinking about it carefully, even a composed and level-headed girl like Caitlyn became so corrupted that she wanted to sacrifice absolutely everything—and only gave up in disappointment because Faen had no interest in tasting older, dry cake—so it wasn't surprising at all that a wild Vastayan like Xayah would fall into even deeper depravity.