As Ethan thought about his plans, the high-and-mighty, arrogant black-skinned beauty no longer existed. In her place was only Katereia, a bitch completely submerged in carnal lust.
The wet, squelching sounds of friction echoed endlessly throughout the dim, quiet dark room.
Her smooth, rounded buttocks, clad in shimmering black silk, pumped rhythmically against Ethan's lower abdomen, creating dizzying waves of flesh. Her soft glutes would pull away for a split second before slamming back down, burying the "dragon" deep within her flower valley. Each impact of her silk-clad ass crushed her soft flesh into the lewd shape of a ripe peach.
Katereia's prone body was shaking like a leaf. The hard, thick rod thundered into her, the upturned tip scraping against her sensitive inner walls. She felt as though she was being lifted off the ground by the sheer force of Ethan's thrusts.
Ethan sat back with a smirk, supporting himself with his hands behind him, legs spread wide. He let the rock-hard beast between his legs be sucked deep into the black-silk-wrapped heat of her ass, savoring the service of her moist, tender flower path.
Katereia's rhythmic slamming grew more frantic. One of her hands reached up to knead her own breasts, while the other reached down to rub her clitoris. But it wasn't enough—not nearly enough. Driven by the overwhelming tide of lust, she craved more.
Suddenly, after her ass slammed into Ethan's belly, she didn't pull away. Instead, she paused for a beat, her greedy flower valley pulsing as it milked the dragon. Keeping the rod buried deep inside her, she twisted her body, performing a difficult 180-degree flip while remaining connected.
Having completed the turn, her ass was now pressed against Ethan's chest. Their lower bodies were fused together, her flower valley swallowing the dragon whole, while her long, black-silk-clad legs wrapped around his waist, resting limply on his upper thighs.
Katereia's back was pressed against the bed, her long hair scattered messily across the surface. Her exquisite face was a mask of desire and desperation; the calm, collected gaze of a Satan was gone, replaced by burning pink hearts.
"Fuck... me..."
She whimpered at Ethan. Her hands continued to climb over her own breasts and clitoris while she strained, her flower valley squeezing and pulsing around his cock as if to command him.
In this position, Katereia could no longer easily maintain the lead, but the upturned dragon was now perfectly positioned to hammer against her cervix, the tip grinding against her sensitive G-spot. Each micro-movement sent jolts of intense pleasure through her.
Ethan took a deep breath, gripped her silk-clad ass, and began to use her like a living fleshlight, pumping into her without mercy.
Her tender valley was incredibly sensitive. Her cervix was struck repeatedly, and her tight walls were slowly being molded into the dragon's shape by the relentless thrusting.
Feeling the electric jolts of pleasure in her lower body and seeing Ethan's face so close while her own legs were pinned up beside it, the feeling of being used so lewdly only heightened Katereia's ecstasy.
Ethan held her silk-clad flesh in his grip, the impact of each thrust creating ripples across her skin. Lewd moans spilled from her thin lips, and even her massive, rounded breasts bore red fingermarks from his rough handling.
"Ohhh... fuck me... fuck me harder... it's so powerful... your cock is so hard and hot... it's hitting my cervix... ohhh... you're going to break me... ohhh God..."
The moans were thin and high-pitched, almost beyond her control. Even though she craved the dragon with every fiber of her being, a tiny shard of sanity remained.
The moist flower valley, coated in nectar, had been pounded into an "O" shape by the dragon. Thick strings of lubricant dripped from where they joined, soaking Katereia's stockings and Ethan's thighs.
Finally, with one powerful, lunging thrust from Ethan, Katereia was pushed over the edge into a violent climax.
"Ah... so good... so good... it's coming... I'm coming... Ohhh!"
Her flower path spasmed and constricted. A river of nectar gushed forth, drenching Ethan's rod. Stimulated by this massive surge of feminine essence, the dam finally broke. Ethan's hips bucked as he unleashed a heavy, scorching torrent of life essence, filling Katereia's flower valley to the absolute brim.
Struck by the hot spray and the intensity of her own orgasm, Katereia arched her back, her ass trembling and twitching violently.
The wooden bed shook under the force of her spasms. Ethan quickly grabbed her, pinning her back down beneath him.
He savored the tight, sucking sensation of her constricting walls while looking down at the woman who had just tasted the ultimate pleasure. Her eyes were rolled back slightly, and her flower valley was overflowing with white life essence that now leaked from her gaping entrance, dripping onto the sheets.
The first session with a Satan-class powerhouse was over. The powerful yin essence was so potent that Ethan couldn't even process it all at once. If he could get the virginity of an unsealed, peak Satan-class female, he felt he could break through his limits instantly.
Because of the dual-cultivation effect, Katereia's own mana grew, which meant the duration of the "Magic-Sealing Body-Locking Dew" was significantly shortened. Ethan had lied to her when he said it lasted three days; for a Satan-class, it wouldn't even last one. At this rate, with a few more sessions, it would wear off in half a day.
Ethan sensed his strength skyrocketing toward SSS+, so he wasn't worried about the time. Even if she regained her power, her "bitch-like" performance just now proved she was already under his thumb.
After adjusting to his power growth, Ethan made Katereia change into a pure, cute outfit. She now wore a cream-white turtleneck and a fitted, pale-yellow cotton skirt. The white-stained stockings were replaced with fresh ones, just as glossy as before.
The dark-skinned beauty blushed deeply. "This... this is strange. I'm dressed so normally, yet..."
Ethan's eyes lit up. Seeing the contrast between her pure outfit and her previous performance in bed made the dragon stand tall again. A pure-looking black bitch was incredibly erotic.
He decided he wouldn't just correct her personality; he would fully develop her "true" self. The idea of having a personal, pure-looking black bitch that only he could use made him salivate.
Katereia glared at him, her face red, as if sensing his depraved thoughts.
Ethan stood up and stripped naked. A shadow flickered as his violent dragon sprang out. It was massive—as thick as a baby's arm, veiny, and topped with a purple-red head still glistening with fluid.
Katereia's attention was instantly captured. A spark of hunger flashed in her eyes. She suppressed her desire and waited for his command.
Ethan saw through her. Instead of barking an order, he stepped forward and embraced her like a lover, leaning in for a kiss.
Katereia froze, her mind a battlefield. One voice screamed that as a Leviathan, she couldn't fall this low. Another voice argued that she was forced into this and should just enjoy it until her power returned. A third voice whispered that Ethan hadn't commanded her this time, so she could refuse—but the final voice asked: What if he gets angry like before?
Before the voices could finish, Ethan's lips met hers. As the electric sensation hit her, the voices vanished, leaving her mind a blank slate.