For Darha, Faen only had one evaluation—incredibly wet and supple.
She was different from the other girls. Perhaps it was because of her status and position, or maybe due to her own personality and her profound spiritual cultivation.
Although Darha ultimately acquiesced to Faen's demands, she didn't plunge into depravity at an astonishing speed the moment he plowed into her like Akali and Xayah did, exposing her truest and most utterly broken side.
Darha could be said to be their exact opposite; from start to finish, there were no violently drastic emotional swings. Although her emotions did fluctuate noticeably as he thrust deep into her flesh, one could feel that it escalated gradually. It wasn't like her body and soul instantly turned into Faen's personal sex slave the moment he stabbed into her womb.
At least on the surface, Darha managed to maintain her sense of self relatively stably, treating this deep penetration and intercourse as a compelled compromise and a necessary release of tension.
And here she lay, her gorgeous chocolate-colored body sprawled across the bed, entirely coated in a glistening sheen of sweat. Panting softly, Darha's entire being radiated an unimaginably seductive allure and potent female musk.
Thick, pale yellow cum, so dense it was almost solid, slowly oozed and flowed from between her thighs. Her breasts and perky ass were covered in bite marks and handprints. Her dignified face was drenched in sweat, with strands of hair clinging to her forehead and cheeks. Saliva from their passionate kisses still lingered at the corners of her mouth, alongside stray pubic hairs left from Faen ruthlessly feeding her his meat rod, and splattered, clotted stains of thick cum from when he erupted over her face.
"How do you feel?" Faen asked gently. "Do you feel the pressure in your body has lessened a bit?"
"...Phew."
Hearing this, Darha took a deep breath. She then glanced at Faen in front of her, and looking at the massive pillar that was still standing proudly erect, she couldn't help but gulp.
However, unlike the other girls, although a faint urge lingered in her heart, Darha suppressed it well and turned her gaze toward the mirror not far away.
Staring at her utterly disheveled and ravished reflection in the mirror, Darha said with a touch of helplessness:
"It truly is... No wonder Syndra is so obsessively devoted to you, to the point of using her own child as leverage just to make sure I got ruthlessly fucked by you. It seems she had more than enough confidence, believing that I, just like the other girls, would never be able to forget this feeling after being fucked by you just once, and would inevitably become your exclusive fleshy sex toy."
While speaking, Darha stood up.
The thick milky cum flowed out of her body, but because it was far too dense and viscous, the portion that squeezed out didn't drip straight to the ground. Instead, it hung suspended in thick, sticky ropes between her thighs, sliding down agonizingly slowly.
Seeing this, a complex look flashed through Darha's eyes. Then, she gently reached down and pushed those thick, yogurt-like—or rather, cheese-like—ropes of dense cum right back into her gaping pussy.
Feeling the surge of pure joy transmitting from deep within her body, Darha looked down and stroked her slightly bulging lower belly with complicated eyes. In a trance, a touch of maternal compassion graced her brow.
This deeply moved Faen. His giant cock, which was already standing tall and proud, immediately began secreting pre-cum, gearing up for battle once more.
Noticing the physical reaction of Faen's body, a look of helplessness flashed across Darha's eyes. She then shook her head, cleaned the filthy mess off her face, threw the stray pubic hairs into a nearby trash can, and directly scraped the remaining life essence into her mouth to avoid wasting a single drop.
Once she had mostly sorted out her appearance, she looked back at Faen again. Pursing her lips, she walked up to him and lowered her head to help him relieve his built-up pressure.
In order to calm Faen down more quickly, Darha used both hands to stroke his shaft up and down. She then buried her face into his massive, heavy ballsack, carefully kissing and sucking on his loaded testicles. Once she felt the seminal ducts within his ballsack beginning to pump heavily, she unhurriedly took his massive meat rod deep into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
To prevent the cum from overflowing her mouth and ruining her freshly cleaned face and body like before, this time Darha swallowed the thick meat rod entirely down her esophagus... She hugged Faen's waist tightly with both hands, practically locking her head firmly against his groin.
And Faen didn't hold back either.
Although she was pushed all the way down to the base, Faen grabbed Darha's head and used the thrusting of his hips to forcefully skull-fuck her throat.
As Darha felt the rushing, surging sound of fluids from the "pipe" pressed flush against her tongue, the very next moment, she felt thick, scalding loads erupting violently, shooting straight down her esophagus and filling her stomach.
When Faen finally pulled out... Darha cast a glance at Faen and said with extreme helplessness:
"How are you... how are you still not done yet? But I can't indulge you any further right now. Even if you still want more, it absolutely has to wait until the official business is concluded."
"Alright, alright," Faen said with a smile.
As she spoke, Darha tried her best to clench her lower half tightly shut.
There was no helping it; the sages in the Temple of the Everlasting were all true masters. Even if Darha used her own power to cast a spell, it would still emit noticeable magical fluctuations.
A spell to mask body odor was one thing, even if it was actually used to cover up the heavy, female musk of being in heat generated from her intercourse with Faen. As the Awakened One, Karma, maintaining proper presentation was equally important. Even if they detected the spell, no one would pay it any mind.
But if she were to concentrate magic directly onto her nether regions... Darha was unwilling to take even the slightest fraction of a risk that it might be noticed.
And the reason she opted to just clench it in manually was all thanks to the astonishing quality and extreme viscosity of Faen's seed. Thus, even without using magic to seal it, Darha could remain confident that it wouldn't easily leak out.
"It truly is unimaginable that you can violently shoot out a liquid that is so viscous it's almost solid... The physical intensity of your body and your seemingly gentle exterior are complete, polar opposites."
"Thanks for the compliment."
Saying this, Faen's hand landed unapologetically on Darha's ass, kneading and squeezing it freely.
Darha merely glanced at it briefly without caring. Instead, she silently arched her plump ass up higher, making it even easier for Faen to grope and fondle it perfectly.
"Just remember to be gentle, otherwise it'll be very troublesome to clean up if it spills out."
"Don't worry, I know my limits," Faen said softly. "Without your permission, I won't let them know that you've also become my personal little breeding bitch."
"Who is your personal breeding bitch?!" Darha rolled her eyes at Faen in feigned disgust.
"You said it yourself when you were lost in ecstasy," Faen replied truthfully.
"The mood was just right then; it was only dirty talk to spice things up. It doesn't count," Darha denied.
"Eh~ fine then." Hearing this, Faen let out a sound of pity. Immediately after, his hand slid directly into her flowery valley, grabbing and kneading it vigorously—
"Then after the meeting is over, I'm going to fuck you ruthlessly until you admit that every single word of it was true."
"Keep dreaming." Darha couldn't help but gulp, a flash of eager anticipation betraying her eyes.