Having shared some intimate secrets, a look of relief washed over Darha's face.
Humans are social animals; they need communication, especially with peers of their own age. And right now, although Xayah's mind might be a bit abnormal—or rather, her way of thinking was deeply flawed—she was indeed close to Darha's age.
Pondering this, Darha shifted her gaze toward Xayah, her eyes sparkling with keen interest as she asked, "What about you? When did it happen for you?"
"Mine was just a few days ago~" Hearing that Darha was willing to discuss such things with her, a smile blossomed on Xayah's face.
Just like Darha, Xayah actually really wanted to share her recent experiences with someone. But the problem was, the only people around Xayah right now were Riven and Akali.
Riven's personality went without saying; you couldn't beat a word out of her with a stick.
Rather than chatting, this relatively introverted female warrior much preferred straightforward combat. As for other times, perhaps because she had grown accustomed to her role as a bodyguard, she tended to stand by with cold eyes, throwing out sarcastic remarks.
As for Akali, she was clearly still hung up on the fact that they had agreed not to fall into depravity, yet Xayah had completely surrendered her body and soul to him not long after agreeing.
Even though Akali, when ruthlessly fucked into submission, would obediently serve Faen alongside Xayah, whenever Xayah tried to chat with her in private, Akali would usually just let out a light hmph and turn away, as if she didn't want to get tangled up with a traitor like her.
To be honest, this left Xayah feeling a bit puzzled. Because serving Faen was clearly such an incredibly blissful thing to do. During the act, Akali would also happily coordinate, even taking the initiative to lick Xayah's own nipples and clitoris. So why was she so cold the moment they finished?
The only one who was somewhat fine was Sona, but Sona obviously wasn't a girl who liked to express herself verbally. Most of the time, she would just quietly stay by Faen's side, using her massive, soft, fragrant breasts and plump, perky ass to rub and press all over Faen's body.
This actually made Xayah feel a bit guilty. As a member of the Raven tribe, her build leaned toward the slender side. Although her figure was still curvy and well-proportioned, she wasn't nearly as voluptuous as Sona, making her feel like she couldn't fully bear the qualities and responsibilities expected of a full-time sex slave.
Although she was working hard to learn from Sona's advanced experiences, trying to train her body to lactate more milk and secrete more juices, there was still a massive gap between her current self and the plump, voluptuous figure in Xayah's mind—one capable of nursing and bearing Faen's children while simultaneously enjoying his endless doting and fucking.
But now, finally having someone willing to listen to her, Xayah quickly grew excited, recounting exactly how she surrendered her virginity to Faen.
And upon hearing the details of the process, although Darha had somewhat anticipated it beforehand, more or less guessing that given Faen's personality, he probably wouldn't have been able to resist plowing them on the road.
But the thought of him keeping that massive thing buried deep inside Xayah and the others' bodies even while horseback riding, fucking them relentlessly the entire journey... even Darha couldn't help but feel a wave of shock in her heart. While her nether regions inexplicably grew soaking wet, she also shot a helpless look at Faen, as if saying, 'I knew you played rough, but I didn't expect you to play this rough.'
To this, Faen simply shrugged his shoulders without much reaction.
Although they called it a casual chat, it was actually mostly Xayah talking unilaterally. Because Darha's experience in this area was still extremely shallow—so shallow that she couldn't even begin to compare with a Raven tribe sex slave who had plunged into utter, irredeemable depravity like Xayah.
Just simply recounting it made Xayah recall the experiences of the past few days. Accompanied by the intense arousal in her heart, Xayah's breathing grew increasingly heavy. Towards the end, Darha and Faen could clearly see that a small, sparse puddle of water had already dripped onto the floor beneath her feet.
And as she continued her story, the pool of water accumulated faster and faster.
Later on, even Faen couldn't just sit and watch anymore. He reached out and tugged at the empty air. Immediately, as if triggered by some intense stimulation, Xayah violently thrust her hips forward, a seductive, flushed blush spreading across her face. Her fragrant tongue lolled halfway out of her mouth, and her body twitched and shivered continuously in slight spasms.
Even without looking, Darha could clearly hear the sound of a torrent of water squirting violently from Xayah's body and splashing heavily against the fabric of her clothes.
After this, seemingly to answer the doubts in Darha's heart, Faen activated his magic. A transparent magical chain materialized and glowed in the palm of his hand.
The chain was extremely fine, even thinner than Faen's pinky finger. Link interlocked with link; one end remained in Faen's hand, while the other extended downward, disappearing beneath Xayah's skirt.
It seemed to be tied to something.
With just a slight flick of his wrist, all the buttons on Xayah's overcoat instantly burst open.
Revealing the flawless, naked body underneath, adorned and bound by nothing more than a few silk ribbons. Across her entire body, the item covering the most skin was actually a pair of black pantyhose worn beneath the coat.
But anyone with half a brain could tell that this pair of pantyhose was absolutely not worn for modesty, but purely to accentuate an even more breathtakingly seductive charm.
And the other end of that fine chain in Faen's hand was tied directly to the swollen clitoris between Xayah's thighs.
An exquisite piece of jade pierced through it as a connector. Whenever Faen flicked his wrist, the chain would yank directly on her tender clitoris, sending jolts of intense stimulation through Xayah's slender frame.
This also meant that the wetness in Xayah's nether regions was completely different from Darha's. The intense physical stimulation, combined with the overwhelming love for Faen in her heart, and the pride and ecstasy of being Faen's exclusive breeding bitch, caused thick, viscous strings of silver fluids to drip almost continuously from between her legs.
Especially when Xayah realized that her entire body was now fully exposed to the gaze of Ionia's spiritual leader, the Awakened One Karma. The immense shame and overwhelming arousal in her heart almost completely shattered her nerves. Her legs gave out, and she instantly collapsed right into that soaking wet puddle of her own juices.
It took her quite a while to catch her breath and recover a bit of her spirit. Then, displaying a pleading expression, she laid her body completely flat on the floor, raising her perfectly round, perky ass high into the air. Swaying her hips exactly like a bitch in heat wagging its tail, she turned her back to Faen and took the initiative to spread her pussy cheeks wide open, fully exposing the dripping, juicy flower core hidden inside.
"Apologies for this."
Seeing this, Faen offered a brief apology. He then pulled out his thick meat rod and smacked it twice against Xayah's perky ass, leaving two faint red marks on her snow-white flesh.
"This girl Xayah is an absolute slut. Being this thirsty and desperate, I have no choice but to educate her properly."