At this moment, there were four tentacles rampaging on the scene: the blue energy tentacle furiously pounding Aya's asshole, the granular cock vibrating as it scraped over the intestinal walls, intestinal fluids gurgling and overflowing; the purple and white tentacles taking turns toying with her two tits, milk spurting like fountains; the pink tentacle zeroing in on her clit, its filaments dancing wildly to make her lower body twitch like she'd been electrocuted! You couldn't even imagine how ecstatic Aya felt right now, her whole body flushed red, sweat beads rolling down to mix with bodily fluids in a shimmering glow.
It was precisely under this level of torment that Aya finally climaxed, her entire body—from top to bottom, even her brain, organs, and bones—shuddering in orgasm, her pussy and asshole gushing hot slick juices wildly, her two tits spraying milk in all directions, saliva drooling freely from her mouth, eyes rolling back to show the whites, her whole face twisting into an even more exaggerated slutty expression than an anime climax face—this left the culprit Ayn so thrilled he could barely tell up from down, unable to hold back a low growl as he cursed: "Slutty cunt, whore, you cock-hungry bitch!"
Of course, though he was cursing Aya with his mouth, this wasn't truly how Ayn saw her—the proof being that he was holding back his inner excitement and desire, gradually slowing the thrusting speed of his two big cocks to gently accommodate the aftershocks of her pussy and asshole's climax. Even the perverted thing stuffed in her asshole had its vibration frequency reduced accordingly. As for the three tentacles teasing her clit and toying with her two tits, they eased their rhythm too, shifting to gentle caresses that brought waves of soothing numbness.
He couldn't help but scoop Aya up into his arms, switching to a somewhat unpolished lotus position, an angle that let them kiss deeply right away, their tongues twisting together to exchange hot breaths and saliva. His hands stroked her back and hair, his palms channeling MP to quietly soothe the lingering tremors and discomfort in her body and soul. All of this was just to let her fully immerse in the ecstasy of her climax, minimizing that faint undercurrent of pain to the utmost.
Though Ayn was tenderly comforting Aya's body, her body seemed possessed by a devilish craving for more, making her ass and waist greedily twist, her hot tight pussy and asshole instinctively clenching to beg for the two big cocks inside to keep pounding hard, slamming into even deeper fullness of pleasure.
But Ayn's heart ached for her earlier breakdown, not wanting her to suffer too much, so he maintained just the right frequency, lightly thrusting the cock and tentacle with shallow friction along the slick pussy flesh to bring Aya waves of numbing aftershocks without letting her lose control completely.
After kissing with their tongues for a while, Ayn's lips gradually pulled away: first lightly pecking her forehead, his tongue tip sweeping over the fine sweat beads, the sweet sweat mingling with her body scent to rush straight up his nose; then kissing her cheek, sucking at her flushed skin to draw a low hum from her; next her ear, teeth gently nipping the earlobe as hot breath sprayed to make her spine shiver. From there, he trailed downward, kissing her neck with his tongue coiling around the pulsing curve of her vein, leaving wet red marks; then to her collarbone, his lips sucking hard at that sunken hollow, salty-wet saliva dripping in strings onto her chest.
These kisses let Aya, in the afterglow of her climax, feel not just pure ecstasy but also thoroughly enveloped by Ayn's warmth—that affection seeping into her soul like a soft hot flow, dispelling the deep-seated emptiness to layer the pleasure without a trace of pain, only overflowing satisfaction and attachment. A sweet murmur escaped her throat as her body melted even softer against him, her tits pressing quivering against his chest in friction.
Under Ayn's tender caresses, Aya's afterglow lingered on without fading, lasting a full ten minutes or so. Of course, an ordinary woman couldn't endure that long—even under multiple climaxes, it would be at most one or two minutes—but Transcendents weren't mortals. What's more, Ayn had deliberately drawn out the process, hoping she could soak in the ecstasy a bit longer for that extra bliss, so it stretched to around ten minutes.
When Aya finally came down from her climax, her heart felt stuffed full like a jar of honey, so cloyingly sweet it bordered on toothache. And right then, Ayn was holding her tight, his head buried in her full tits, gulping down the warm milk, while the tentacles that had been wrapped around her breasts had quietly dispersed to make room for his face. This scene filled her with Ayn's deep attachment, warming her chest even more, sweetening it further, and surging a profound sense of security through her, as if the whole world were steadily cradled in her palm.
Because affection flooded her heart like a tide, Aya couldn't help but hug Ayn's head tighter, gently stroking his hair to let this "nursing child" suck more comfortably. Of course, at that moment, his two big cocks were still stuffed front and back in her pussy and asshole, the lingering heat of desire making her instinctively wiggle her ass, lightly riding the cock and tentacle in pursuit of that faint stuffed pleasure. But she didn't twist too vigorously—compared to pure lust, love had firmly taken the lead now, dictating the entire rhythm.
Ayn keenly felt her movements, knowing the climax had passed, but he didn't rush to stop; instead, he kept sucking greedily at the milk, savoring the attachment and security Aya brought him, while letting her feel his own longing for her even more deeply.
After lingering like this for a good while, he finally released the nipple, swallowing the mouthful of sweet, sticky milk before looking up at her: "Your tits are fucking delicious—like they've gotten even tastier than before." This wasn't flattery but the truth—he knew the reason, because Aya was stronger now, and so her milk had upgraded too, sweet with a soul-deep richness.
Hearing this, Aya smiled with her eyes crinkling into crescents, her heart blooming with joy; she loved when he said things so bluntly: "Your big cock is super tasty too—the semen is even more delicious than before... I-I love it so much... I want to brew wine with it; I bet the wine would be amazing..."
Ayn's heart leaped like he'd hit the jackpot; he absolutely loved that submissive vibe when Aya swallowed his semen, that psychological conquest feeling was simply explosive, but he teased on his lips: "No way, unless you make me a cake with your milk and your lewd pussy fluids~"
The words made Aya adore it beyond measure; she blurted out without thinking: "Deal!"
Ayn saw her laughing so happily, and a warm surge of joy welled up in his heart too; he leaned close to Aya's ear and murmured lowly: "My cock is so hard—I want to keep fucking your pussy, will you let me fuck you?" Of course, this was a question he already knew the answer to, but he just had to say it out loud; if he didn't, his heart itched unbearably, like a fire burning in his chest.
Hearing this, Aya's face flushed and her heart raced for some reason—not feigned, but a genuine shyness surging up. She didn't dare meet Ayn's eyes, lowering her head like a girl who had never tasted forbidden fruit, and softly replied: "Mm..."
Seeing her in this bashful state, Ayn loved her even more, but he didn't rush to pounce; instead, he scooped her up and left the entryway, heading toward the bedroom. It was right at this moment that the two big cocks stuffed in Aya's pussy and asshole finally withdrew briefly from her honey holes. The moment they pulled out, the shafts were coated in sticky pussy juices, and with Ayn's steps, drops of hot liquid splattered onto the floor, trailing glistening strings, the air filling with a sweet, musky scent.
Of course, this house wasn't Ayn or Aya's home—they were visiting for the first time. But Ayn knew exactly where the bedroom was; his Transcendent intuition guided him, his Transcendent radar scanned the direction, and even his body instinctively pointed there like a compass needle, so he strode straight to the target without a single misstep.
Along the way, Aya wrapped her arms around his neck and couldn't help but ask softly: "Am I heavy...? Lately, I've felt like I've gained a bit of weight..."
Ayn burst out laughing at that and replied: "No, not at all—you're not fat one bit; your figure is amazing. The first time I saw you, my cock got so hard it hurt."
The words made Aya's mind flash back to their first meeting—the apartment stairwell, where in her memory, Ayn had been trembling in fear, clutching a baseball bat and shaking... Of course, now she knew that was all an act; he wasn't afraid of zombies at all.
Recalling that scene, Aya pouted and said: "I couldn't tell at all that your cock was hard back then—you're definitely lying to me again! Hmph, I'm ignoring you." With that, she turned her little face away, refusing to look at him, but her hands still clung tightly to his neck, her alluring body nestling softly in his arms.
Ayn could roughly guess the "first meeting" scene playing in her mind, and he laughed out loud: "The first time I saw you wasn't in the stairwell~ I was upstairs from you at the time; you were packing up to head out, and I used my Transcendent radar to peek at you through the floor. You know, Transcendent radar can see through clothes to the naked body, so my cock got rock-hard."
Aya smiled slyly at that: "So, our 'chance encounter' was deliberate on your part?"
Ayn nearly blurted out something like "It was the system task forcing me—I had no choice," but he caught himself just in time, realizing that would surely make her jealous, so he quickly changed his tune: "That's right, it was deliberate—I just wanted to fuck you!"
Hearing this, Aya giggled so hard her body shook like a blooming flower, praising him as "smart" and saying "You're really good at sweet-talking girls." Why say that? Because she knew full well it was the system's "Companion" task that had brought about their meeting. Without the system giving a nudge, Ayn would have steered clear of her for sure, since he didn't want to reveal his Transcendent identity, and having a companion made it easy to slip up—so going solo was the freest way.
In just a few words between them, the two pushed open the bedroom door and stepped into the master bedroom of the house. Ayn had expected it to be a chaotic mess, but he found everything in impeccable order: bedsheets flat as new, bedding folded neatly into squares, pillows plump and inviting, carpet so soft it felt like stepping on clouds—practically high-end hotel quality. Even stranger, the surroundings were utterly empty—no husband-and-wife photos, no children's pictures, as if the house had never been lived in, clean like a brand-new model room straight from the factory...
Ayn vaguely felt something off; he was almost certain the system had cleaned it up in advance, specially swapping in brand-new bedding. He'd wanted to ask the system outright if it was its doing, but the words caught in his throat and he swallowed them back—why not ask? Because whether it was the system's handiwork or not made no difference; he'd fuck Aya senseless here anyway, and he wouldn't switch spots just because the sheets were dirty. What's more, if it really was the system, it was just kindly helping out—Ayn not only couldn't blame it, but had to thank it...
Aya also sensed something odd about the house, clearly suspecting the system was up to tricks, but she was too lazy to probe deeper, just smiling sweetly: "Looks like someone cleaned up for us in advance~"
Ayn smiled and replied "Maybe," then sat on the edge of the bed, his hands wrapping tightly around Aya's soft waist, leaning down for a deep kiss. His tongue delved into her warm wet mouth to twist and tangle, sucking out sweet saliva, the smacking kiss sounds echoing in the quiet bedroom, his cock rock-hard pressing against Aya's belly.
Aya wasn't idle either; one hand gripped Ayn's 20cm thick long big cock, gently stroking up and down, her palm truly feeling the throbbing of bulging veins, the scorching hardness of the shaft, that rolling hot wave surging straight to her fingertips—a heat that made her own desire flicker with urgent need. Because she knew the cock was hard as an iron rod, realizing Ayn was burning with desire to fuck her, so she took the initiative to end the tongue kiss. After lightly pecking his lips, she trailed kisses down his neck and chest, her tongue tip gliding over sweat-damp skin, leaving wet red marks that tingled with shared anticipation.
When passing Ayn's nipple, her playful mood struck, and she coiled her tongue around that stiff little nub, lightly sucking and scraping with nibbles, teasing Ayn until his spine tingled with pleasure, his cock twitching and jumping like a living thing discontentedly slapping against the skin of her inner thigh, the glans' scorching heat seeping straight through—a warmth that sent a shiver of excitement up her own spine. Feeling the heat wave and twitching from the glans, Aya realized she'd neglected the big cock, so she stopped toying with the nipple and continued kissing downward along Ayn's body, her tongue surface scraping over the textures of his abs, finally kneeling between his spread legs.
By now, Ayn was seated steadily on the bed edge, legs spread wide, that big cock standing proud and arrogant. The glans purple-red and swollen, slit gurgling with leaking fluid, shaft veined like coiling dragons, emanating enticing heat that made the air around it throb with promise. This sight heated Aya's heart, and she couldn't help but lean in to kiss the shaft, her pink lips engulfing the glans for big sucks, tongue gently coiling around the coronal ridge, licking until the glans was slick and shining, sweet pre-cum mixing with saliva in stringy drips that trailed down in lewd invitation;
Of course, she didn't neglect the ballsack and testicles, knowing just sucking cock wasn't enough—she needed to give Ayn multiple pleasures, so she eagerly lowered her head to lick the sack, tongue surface scraping over the rough skin, slurping those plump testicles into her warm wet mouth with endless smacking sucks, her tongue tip deliberately prodding the sensitive wrinkles at the base, pleasuring Ayn until he panted low, his cock base twitching faintly with building tension that made her pulse quicken in response. Naturally, titfucking Ayn couldn't be missed, after all, Ayn loved this pair of quivering full tits to death.
She gripped the big cock base tight with one hand to steady it, the other lifting her own tit to bring the stiff nipple close to the glans, gently rubbing and teasing the coronal ridge, milk seeping out to moisten the glans surface, making the slide smoother and stickier, the hot milky scent rushing straight to the nose and stirring a deeper hunger in her core.
But even with the glans already coated in milk, she still felt it wasn't enough; she gently squeezed her breast harder, sweet sticky milk spurting out to splash on the glans in white arcs, instantly wrapping the whole big cock in milky liquid, lascivious like glazed with honey, the shaft glistening with water light, every inch of vein pulsing with desire that seemed to beg for more of her touch. This scene made Ayn's eyes redden with excitement, his inner sadistic urge surging like scorching fire, and he couldn't help but want to grab the back of her head and rape her little mouth...