"So, Sister Anna, even you have moments where you can't hold back. I thought you were a statue with no emotions at all."
Alistair watched her face finally contort, a surge of satisfaction filling his heart. He'd been forced to release twice while she looked like she was reading a grocery list. Even with all his tricks, he'd only gotten a faint blush out of her. Now, even though he was "cheating" with his skills, seeing her break was worth it.
"Hah... haah... hah..."
Anna tried to return to her calm state, but her ragged breathing and trembling lips betrayed her. Alistair, meanwhile, was in heaven, though he was surprised to find that her "secret garden" was incredibly complex.
At first, it was extreme "high pressure." Then, as if she were adapting, it softened, but it was replaced by a sensation of a thousand tentacles wrapping and sucking around him. Even more surprising was that her garden had layers of ring-like muscles that squeezed him in waves from the entrance to the very end. At the very tip of his cannon, there was a persistent, grinding suction.
It was hard to endure. While the Horse Talisman restored his stamina, it also reset the "natural" endurance boost men get after the first round. Usually, a man lasts longer the second time because the body needs time to recover. But since Alistair was always at 100% peak condition, that "temporary endurance" was "cured" away.
In short, he was ready to waste more "ammo" already. He gripped Anna's waist tighter.
"Don't hold back. If you want to, let it all out," Anna whispered, leaning into his ear. Her voice was now soft and melting, her hot breath tickling his ear and making his whole body feel weak. The self-control he had over his cannon vanished.
"Tch, so arrogant. You think you can still control me with that calm face? Pride is one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Sister."
Alistair refused to let her win easily. Even if he couldn't be emptied, he didn't want her to have a quick victory.
"Lust is also a Deadly Sin, Alistair. My 'calm' is simply my composure because I am in control. Your 'tough' act is the true pride. And do you really think a few little tricks can break me?"
Anna seemed unfazed by his "rotation technique." She cupped his face, looking him in the eye while she secretly commanded her internal muscles to speed up. The slow waves became a rapid-fire assault. The suction at the tip increased, trying to vacuum the "ammunition" right out of him.
"But Sister, I'm from another school. I don't believe in your God, so I don't care. You, however, are a nun. This is literally 'the sin of fornication.' Shouldn't you be repenting?"
Alistair was starting to feel the pressure. This woman was a monster. Anyone else would have been sucked dry in the first minute. Even with his experience, he was struggling. She was a natural at this, or perhaps her control over her body was just that high.
"As long as the act is for the purpose of procreation, it is not a sin," Anna said, her lips curling into a rare, slight smile. Alistair was too distracted by her words to notice the change.
"Procreation? Wait, you mean—"
"Yes. Give me all of your stock. I will help you raise a superior descendant."
She said it so matter-of-factly, as if having a child was a minor errand.
"Wait, you... I..." Alistair's mind was spinning. Raise a descendant? Are you that casual about it? What did that ring do to your brain?
Despite his confusion, Alistair remembered his own ring gave him control over fertility. He could turn his "ammo" into pure energy that strengthened the woman's body instead of impregnating her. He wasn't ready to be a father yet!
"Are you serious?!" He looked at her.
Anna glanced at him and suddenly squeezed with everything she had. Alistair, distracted by her shocking claim, lost his focus for a split second. His lower back went numb, the safety switched off, and he fired.
Purt~ purt~ purt~
The longer it's held back, the more violent the release. Alistair's cannon entered "Infinite Fire" mode. Wave after wave of heat crashed into her. Anna hadn't expected such a massive volume; combined with the [Pheromones] stimulation, she finally lost herself, her strength leaving her body.
Alistair could barely stay upright. As Anna collapsed, he was pulled down with her, pinning her to the floor as his cannon buried itself deeper into her garden, firing relentlessly into the depths.