Night With Cynthia (2)

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Slurp~Slurp~Slurp~

Cynthia's rod's head could be seen repeatedly sinking in and out of Ayla's mouth. After stopping, her eyes glared down at Ayla. "Swirl your tongue around it... pleasure me! You don't want me to have this sex go on for another day, do you?"

Hearing this, Ayla naturally wanted to protest, but she truly didn't want this to continue on for another day; it was already unpleasant for her to be dominated in this manner. Sighing mentally, she slowly swirled her tongue around the head before moving down the shaft.

Her rod began to twitch more frequently as she shuddered with every passing second. "Good. You're being obedient. I enjoy turning women into submissive women."

Ayla glared at Cynthia as she made her way to her lower region. 'I can't let her turn me… I'm hardly keeping my mind straight... If I don't want to become submissive, I'll need to increase my tolerance…'

'And the only way to do that is to…' Cynthia's rod rubbed up against the entrance to her wet clit and sent a jolt throughout her body, causing her mind to blank out for a second. '… endure…'

From above, Cynthia saw her slender, vulnerable, and flawlessly beautiful figure. Of course, it couldn't be compared to her beauty, but that would change over time. The last straw that stopped her from penetrating her vanished as she placed her rod before the magnificent hole.

She paused, her rod stopped inches before its final destination, and she suddenly and hastily dug in.

"Ah… mmmn~!"

Instead of the pain of losing her virginity, she felt an overwhelming amount of pleasure enter her body, jolting throughout. She grew slightly shaken, clenching her fists tightly to the point where they were trembling, before gritting her teeth. Unlike with Ayla, Cynthia had no blood flowing down her shaft—she had already lost her virginity.

Seeing this, Cynthia drew her rod back, leaving its head inside, but... she neither stopped nor worried for Ayla, who had lost her virginity. In a single motion, she thrust her hips forward, stabbing the rest of her rod inside. The blissful look was wiped off her face and replaced with a surprised one as she gasped.

With her intimate parts in view, she proceeded to thrust in and out, watching as her rod rioted inside of her—her body twitched heavily as her hole tightly clenched down on her rod.

No matter how hard she tried, words couldn't escape her mouth. Blissful... It felt good; there was no pain but an endless pleasure that ransacked her insides. It was an experience unlike any before.

With each thrust, it only got better and better, and to top it off, Cynthia began fondling her breasts—her back, which lied across the bed, began to arch as her moans began to escape.

"Ah... Ahmn~ Ahn... stop," her gentle, seductive voice moaned out.

The pleasure of losing her virginity was gone, but that didn't stop the following pleasure from invading her insides.

Cynthia stopped, and she crawled off the bed and stood before Ayla. suddenly, the tendrils latch onto her, causing Ayla's arms to wrap around her. She placed both arms beneath her thighs and grabbed her ass before lifting her up.

While she backed her against the wall, she thrust her rod inside and didn't stop even for a second. Cynthia's rod penetrated deeper and deeper before ultimately hitting against a wall.

By this point, Ayla was losing her mind to the pleasure. Every time she hit against the wall, she felt her entire body tremble uncontrollably as an unforeseen pleasure ransacked her insides.

Her eyes were slowly rolling back, and her moans grew louder as Cynthia began to pick up the pace. It was growing so loud that one could hear it from the room next door, but she neither cared nor did she desire to silence Ayla's moans—the moans were like a melody to her ears.

As Ayla proceeded to lose her mind in pleasure, Cynthia began to ram it in with even more speed and power; the sound of clapping permeated as their crotches slammed against one another with her every thrust.

She moved with an overwhelming speed to the point where Ayla at first thought she was done as she had paused; her body hadn't recognized the pleasure, and suddenly...

"Ahh... Ahn~ mnn!"

A burst of pleasure swept through her spine, straight to her brain, as her head cocked back. Her body trembled and twitched heavily as she squirted bodily fluids out of her crotch while she climaxed.

All the thrusts she had delivered in a short time with her overpowering speed rushed in at once, slamming against her insides repeatedly in the very instant that Cynthia had stopped.

As her consciousness grew closer to fading into the darkness, Cynthia pulled out her rod, and the lingering bodily fluids trickled off its shaft. She grabbed Ayla's waist and turned her over, leaving her large, curvy ass on display before her eyes as her face and chest were backed up against the wall.

Fear, an emotion she hadn't felt as a dragon, rose within her; a fear for what the pleasure would do to her rose up from her chest as she was still experiencing another orgasm. She couldn't think clearly; her voice just wouldn't come out.

Suddenly…

As if a time field had spread across the room, everything ceased their movement, forcing Ayla to stay up as it froze her just as she was about to finish her orgasm. However, time hadn't stopped; it was just that Cynthia was moving so quickly that everything seemed to be frozen in time.

From behind, Cynthia thrust it all in at once, watching as her hips and crotch seemingly sank into her plump ass.

As she repeatedly rammed her way inside, she grabbed Ayla's neck, and with her other hand, she smacked her ass.

Ayla, who hadn't realized the turbulent storm heading her way, drowned further and further in the pleasure of her orgasm, which still hadn't ended. She tried to tell Cynthia to wait, but her body wouldn't listen to her; she couldn't stop herself from being unceasingly ransacked.

'Wait… Don't… Don't do that again. If you do all of that, I'll go crazy!'

Cynthia smiled; she could feel herself reaching the end point—her rod expanded as it began to twitch, heavily and with even more frequency than before. She was on the verge of bursting.

And…

'Don't-'

Spurt~Spurt~

Ayla's back arched once more, her hole's walls squeezed tightly around Cynthia's rod as she heavily squirted out once again. Cynthia's rod simultaneously and repeatedly spewed her fluids inside of her with immense speed.

"Ah… Ahn~!" Ayla moaned out in pleasure with every thrust.

Her drool could be seen trickling down the side of her mouth as her legs trembled slightly, but she still had the strength to stand while her mind had almost completely faded, despite the fact that she was able to hang on by a thread, letting out soft moans with every twitch.

Seeing her back arched as her chest pressed further against the wall and her erect nipples, sending further jolts of pleasure throughout her body while she heavily twitched with her hit milky fluids spilling out of them, satisfied her. She couldn't see the look on Ayla's face, but the view alone was enough for her to instantly get another hard on.

As soft pants escaped her mouth, Ayla finally was able to voice her words, "Can we be done? I won't be able to hold on for very long."

"What? A dragon such as yourself can't hold on any longer; where's your pride?" She teasingly mocked in a lustful tone. "If you want me to stop, use your strength to overpower me."

"And if you're unable to do so, I'll continue…" She further added that, like before, she began to ram her rod into Ayla.

Meanwhile…

Ayla attempted to pull herself from the tendrils that cemented her to Cynthia before her mind could fade into the abyss from the pleasure, but... Her relentless attempts were futile—the difference between her, a dragon whose race is considered almighty, and the goddess, Cynthia, was too wide.

Her unnatural strength was like a grain of sand within a sea of sand when compared to Cynthia.

Whilst Cynthia rammed her rod inside, two shadowy figures emerged alongside Ayla, who took her form, and a sensual body link formed between her and the shadowy figures...

"Shall we begin… You'll experience the pleasure of being in absolute nature."

She pulled Ayla back from the wall.

Realizing what Cynthia was doing... She tried to voice her complaints, but nothing came out.

'No… no-'

Her worries came true as a shadowy, veiny rod jammed inside her mouth, while the shadow that emerged under her grabbed her breasts and groped them, teasing the nipple as she did so.

Once she was about to orgasm, they increased their speed and power.

It didn't take long for her to be pushed past the edge. Her head cocked back and her eyes rolled as her body twitched uncontrollably.

Squirt~Spurt~Spurt~

A large burst of pleasure shot through her body as her bodily fluids squirted out with greater force. At the same time, Cynthia and her shadow before Ayla simultaneously squirted out their bodily fluids inside of her.

By the time their rods stopped squirting into Ayla, her consciousness had faded into the abyss, and she had fallen unconscious from the overwhelming pleasure.

'Hmph. Why did she have to fall asleep? Now I can't pleasure her... I desired to pleasure her until morning…' Cynthia's childish nature returned as she viewed Ayla's limp body. 'But… it was still enjoyable; taking her virginity and seeing her pleasured face was gratifying…'

'Before I return to my godly duties, we'll sleep together.' A delighted smile formed across her face.