Ren wasted no time. He stripped off his clothes, revealing a body that looked like it was carved from obsidian and steel. His skin was cool to the touch, radiating the Void energy that Seraphina's burning body was desperate for.
Seraphina lay on the red velvet sheets, her white lingerie torn, her skin glowing with painful golden light. She reached for him like a drowning woman reaching for a raft.
"Please..." she wept, her hips bucking involuntarily as a spasm of holy fire tore through her. "Hurry!"
Ren climbed over her. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide.
"This is going to shock you, Saintess," Ren warned. "I'm not gentle with divinities."
He positioned himself at her entrance(pussy). She was tight, untouched, and radiating heat like a furnace.
Ren thrust forward.
TEAR.
He broke the seal of the High Church in a single, brutal motion.
"AAAAHHH!" Seraphina screamed.
Her back arched off the mattress, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent cry. It was a mix of tearing pain and sudden, overwhelming relief.
The moment his dick entered her, the Void rushed in.
[Skill Activated: DUAL CULTIVATION (Holy Eater)]
[Siphoning Excess Divinity...]
It was like ice water hitting molten metal. Steam actually rose from their joined bodies.
"Ren!" She gasped his name, her nails digging into his shoulders, drawing blood. "It's... it's cold! It feels so good!"
Ren began to move. He didn't pace himself. He couldn't. The energy inside her was massive, a tidal wave of XP waiting to be harvested. He pounded into her, matching the rhythm of her frantic heartbeat.
"More!" Seraphina cried, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Put it deeper! Extinguish the fire!"
The Saintess was gone. In her place was a woman starving for salvation. She met his thrusts with a desperate fervor, grinding her hips against his, seeking the friction that drained the agony away.
Ren grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. He looked down at her—her blonde hair fanned out like a halo, her face twisted in ecstasy.
"Look at you," Ren growled, driving into her core. "The symbol of purity, getting railed by a Void mage in a drug den."
"I don't care!" she sobbed, shaking her head. "I don't want to be pure! I just want this! Make me empty, Ren! Make me yours!"
[System Alert: Target Seraphina Integrity Compromised]
[Holy Magic Conversion: 40%]
Ren felt the power flooding into him. It was sweet, like honey, but spicy. It mixed with his Void mana, creating a volatile, powerful reaction.
He picked up the pace. The bed frame slammed against the wall.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Seraphina was delirious. Her prayers turned into moans. Her vows turned into dirty pleas.
"Oh god... oh god... I'm breaking!" she wailed.
"Break then!" Ren roared.
He released her hands and grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly to change the angle. He slammed into her deepest point, hitting the source of her mana core.
The connection was absolute.
Seraphina screamed as her climax hit her—a blinding, golden explosion that wasn't painful, but euphoric. She clamped down on him, milking him with spasms that nearly crushed him.
Ren groaned, his control snapping. He drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt.
[Skill: VOID SEED]
He poured his energy into her.
The golden light in the room flickered and died. The burning veins on her skin faded, leaving behind smooth, pale flesh.
The Fallen Angel
Silence returned to the suite.
Seraphina lay limp on the bed, her chest heaving. She was covered in sweat and the fluids of their union. Her eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling with a glazed, happy expression.
The pain was gone. For the first time in ten years, she wasn't burning.
Ren sat up, wiping sweat from his forehead. He felt... charged. Overcharged.
[Status Update]
Level: 11 -> 13
Mana Pool: DOUBLED (Holy Attribute Absorbed)
New Skill: [Divine Regeneration] – Heals wounds automatically over time.
Target Seraphina: [Status: FALLEN] (She is now dependent on your Void Mana to survive).
Ren looked down at her. She reached out a trembling hand and touched his thigh.
"Master..." she whispered. The title came naturally to her lips. She had served a silent God her whole life. Now, she served a living one. "Is it... over?"
Ren grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.
"The pain is over, Seraphina," Ren said. "But your work is just beginning."
He stood up and began to dress.
"Get up," Ren commanded softly. "Fix your robes. You're still the Saintess. The Church needs to see their idol."
Seraphina sat up slowly. She flinched as she moved her legs—she was sore, stretched, and filled with him. But the sensation wasn't bad. It was a reminder of who owned her.
"Yes, Master," she said, pulling the torn silk of her lingerie together.
Ren threw her heavy ceremonial robe back at her.
"But first," Ren said, buttoning his shirt. "Tell me about the Demon Blood. Why is the Church buying it? Why are you buying it?"
Seraphina froze. She clutched the robe to her chest.
"It's not just me," she whispered, looking terrified. "The Bishop... he's using it to create 'Miracles'. He's feeding it to the orphans to awaken their mana."
Ren stopped. His eyes narrowed.
"Feeding it to orphans?" Ren repeated, his voice dropping to absolute zero.
"Yes," Seraphina cried. "He calls them the 'New Paladins'. But most of them die. The ones that survive... they aren't human anymore."
Ren clenched his fist. The Gauntlet materialized for a second, humming with rage.
"Where?" Ren asked.
" The Cathedral of Saint George," Seraphina said. "In the Crypts."
Ren walked to the door.
"Get dressed, Seraphina," Ren said. "We're going to church."