The black beauty followed her instincts, wrapping her arms around Ethan's neck and pressing her soft lips against his. Their mouths crashed together, teeth clashing as they tasted one another.
Ethan felt his lips being pushed open by a cold, jelly-like tongue that darted into his mouth like a nimble fish, crossing his teeth and sharing her sweet saliva. Ethan didn't stay on the defensive; he counter-attacked, his thick tongue wrapping around her soft, warm muscle, sucking the very air from her lungs.
Their tongues tangled and coiled together. The kiss was loud and wet, the sound of swapping saliva filling the room. Their lips were sealed tight, neither wanting to break the connection.
Soft, whimpering moans escaped Katereia's nose, heating the air and making Ethan's blood boil. Eventually, she pulled back, their tongues lingering for one last wet stroke, leaving a thin, lewd silver string of saliva between them.
The black beauty stared into Ethan's eyes—which were as brilliant as the night sky—and blushed again. She pulled him back in for another fierce, wet kiss.
Ethan's hands roamed over her exquisite body, finding her curves remarkably soft. Katereia twisted in his arms as his mouth moved to her chest.
Since she wore no bra, there was only a thin knitted shirt over her breasts. Ethan bit and sucked at her massive mounds through the fabric. The cloth was quickly soaked with saliva, clinging to the curves of her breasts and revealing the shape of her pert, hard nipples.
Ethan chewed on her flesh, molding her breasts into different shapes before catching one of the small "grapes" between his teeth and tugging on it. The stimulation of his hot tongue and teeth made Katereia lose control, her voice rising in a series of warbling cries.
Once he was satisfied with her breasts, he let go. Her shirt was now a soaked, transparent mess, doing nothing to hide her body. One pert nipple had even popped through a gap in the knit.
Ethan stood there naked, his dragon standing as straight as a flagpole, but he remained silent, offering no further command. Katereia was left hanging, her body desperate. She could no longer find excuses.
She gave him a gentle push. Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, legs wide, his purple-red dragon standing proud.
Katereia didn't take her eyes off it. She lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and turned around to sit down gracefully on his lap. The yellow skirt covered her lower body, hiding the dragon from view.
Though the act was hidden, the sensation on the dragon confirmed it: a hole-in-one.
"Oh... oh..."
The black beauty let out a low moan, wiggling her ass to adjust her seating, which only forced the dragon deeper inside her. Ethan was amazed by her technique. It was only her second time, yet she was already performing like a natural. She truly was a Satan-class "bitch" in the making.
He closed his eyes and savored the pleasure. The dragon was swallowed to the hilt by her moist valley. The warmth of her internal walls radiated through him.
The feeling of her "meat-cave" was incredible, and doing it through the thin skirt made it feel even more forbidden. The dragon swelled further, making Katereia moan again.
Ethan leaned back on his hands, using his muscles to make the dragon pulse and twitch inside her. The intense pleasure washed away the clarity in her eyes, leaving only pink lust.
Ethan's deep, seductive voice rang out. "Leiya-chan, what are you doing?"
"Nng... no... nothing... I just accidentally... mmmph..."
"Then please get up, my noble Lady Leviathan. I can't move properly like this."
"No... don't do this... ah... ohh..."
Katereia let out a long, soaring moan, as if she had been holding it back for an eternity.
"Ah... as expected of a Leviathan. You're so tight, and you won't stop milking my dragon."
Ethan sensed the timing was right for the final blow. He bucked his hips upward and said, "If you won't get up, is it because you want me to do this?"
"No... don't... ahhh... oh... don't..."
"Oh? You don't want it? Then I'll pull out."
"No! Don't... don't pull out!" Katereia's body tensed as she clamped her inner muscles around him.
"What? I can't hear you, Lady Leviathan. Speak louder."
"Ohhh... I... I want your cock! I want Ethan's cock... I want the Red Dragon Emperor to fuck Katereia's body!"
"What was that? Lady Leviathan is so slutty. You should have said so earlier instead of pretending. Now you're begging for it with your ass in the air. What a shameless, low-class bitch."
Ethan insulted her deliberately, breaking down her mental and physical defenses simultaneously. "Well then, you thirsty bitch, I'm going to move now."
"Ahhh... the cock... the cock is coming in... Ohhh... so big... so thick... so good! It's all full... ahhh... it's hitting the very back... ahhh!"
"Truly a thirsty nympho. You've turned into this mess from just simple thrusting? Your juices won't stop flowing."
Ethan sneered. "If that's the case, then things are about to get much more intense."
A series of sharp slap-slap-slap sounds followed as flesh collided at high speed.
"Ahhhh... so good... so good... so fast... it's too much! I can't stop... ohhh... you're going to break me!"
Her cries were depraved, though Ethan felt she could still go further. This was just the beginning of her "correction."
As the thrusting grew more violent, Katereia could only whimper. Her sexy, voluptuous body turned a sickly dark-red from the sheer intensity of the stimulation.
"Ah... mmm... oh... ah... slower... gentler... it's too good..."
Ethan listened to her shifting moans and the constant sound of their union, feeling a unique sense of power. Compared to normal dual-cultivation, playing with a Satan-class female expert brought a psychological satisfaction that was hard to describe. He was starting to understand Akeno's sadistic side.
Eventually, Katereia was face-down on the floor, her skirt bunched up around her waist. Ethan knelt behind her, gripping her elastic buttocks as he thundered into her flower valley. The veiny dragon flew in and out of her pink paradise, sending droplets of nectar flying.