Axel couldn't tell if this was how the ritual should originally go, or if it was just ad-libbed to match the current situation. Either way, he had to do it.
He had no other choice anyway, unless he gave up on saving Fenrir.
With Nina on top of Fenrir, their pussies pressed against each other—one dripping with cum and the other dry as a sponge but supple and soft-looking… Axel gulped.
"I understand," he said, his dick nodding upwards. "I'll do it…!"
He inched closer to the two before pressing his tip against Fenrir's opening. Of course, even with the powerful aphrodisiac filling the air, there was no way she'd get wet when she was literally soulless at the moment.
Thankfully, Axel's shaft was still wet with Nina's love juices. He carefully spread it on Fenrir's pussy before slowly pushing himself in.
"Ugh…!"
It was essentially a brute-force approach, with minimal lubrication.
