Hearing Nilah's proposal, Faen raised an eyebrow with keen interest and asked, "What makes you think like that?"
"Sarah told me." Nilah gave Faen a playful wink, then smiled and said:
"They said your possessiveness is just as powerful and voracious as your sexual appetite, and the more actively we beg for your humiliation, the more doting favor and pleasure we'll receive. Of course, I know they were lying."
"Lying? What do you mean?" Although he was asking, a wicked smile had already surfaced on Faen's lips, clearly indicating he already knew the answer.
Sharing an incredibly high level of mutual understanding with Faen, Nilah smiled and said, "Of course they were lying to me~"
"They thought saying that might let them keep a little dignity, making it sound like they had no choice but to act that way for your sake. But I can feel it; it's what they themselves truly want. Those girls felt intense joy and bliss when acting as your cum-toilets, finding a true sense of belonging in their lives."
"Of course, I also know this is just their reserved modesty, afraid they might scare me away. But in reality, their worries were completely unnecessary. Because the very second your cock pushed inside my body, I knew it—my nether regions were naturally born to take your massive member."
"Just like how a living person needs to eat, drink, and breathe, I was born to be your personal toilet, your cum-dumpster, to bear you many beautiful daughters who will carry out the exact same mission as me!"
While speaking, Nilah swallowed hard. She then opened her mouth and took his semi-soft meat rod inside, her eyes brimming with love and obsession as she said, "So, are you going to use the upper toilet, or the lower one?"
"Right here, of course."
Faen smiled and stroked Nilah's head. Then, gripping her by the back of the head, he unleashed a violent torrent of fluids straight down her throat, right under Nilah's crazed, love-struck, and obsessed gaze.
Though called a torrent of piss, for a lifeform of Faen's caliber—who didn't even need to eat or drink and could replenish pure life energy just by breathing—where would there be any human metabolic waste?
But some things were just wondrous like that. Even if it was just a pure stream of water, being released and drained from a different place gave an entirely different sensation.
Like right now, watching Nilah gulp down his nutrient-rich fluids with a look of absolute obsession and total submission, Faen's desire to conquer was satisfied on an unprecedented level.
Once she had completely chugged down all the fluid Faen released, Nilah sucked and milked him hard until she was absolutely certain there was no residue left inside his pipe. Only then did she reluctantly spit out his cock. She patted the water orb at her waist, summoning a stream of crystal-clear water to continuously rinse her mouth, before swallowing that down as well.
After making absolutely sure that there was not the slightest trace of strange odor or residue left in her mouth, Nilah stretched the corners of her lips to show Faen the clean interior of her oral cavity.
"I swallowed it all down, there's absolutely no residue left."
Faen glanced at it for a second, then, satisfied, spat a glob of saliva right into her mouth.
But Nilah unhesitatingly swallowed it down without a second thought. Rubbing her cheeks with a face full of comfort, she lay back on the bed beside him and said:
"This is the first time I haven't had to force a fake smile like before—mmm, this feels incredibly nice! The muscles in my face have relaxed so much."
Saying this, Nilah sighed with a genuine smile and said, "At first, I thought this curse of eternally laughing out loud was a blessing. But later I realized that I had to maintain that wide grin no matter what. Thank goodness I have you now, otherwise I bet my facial muscles would've permanently frozen into that shape~"
"Haha, just wait until we go through a few more 'treatment sessions' later. By then, you won't be affected by the curse at all anymore."
As he spoke, Faen pulled Nilah into his embrace. His broad, thick arm slipped behind Nilah's neck, resting over the ascetic warrior's shoulder and reaching downward.
His large hand spread its fingers wide, completely grasping one of her perfectly proportioned, dove-like breasts.
Immediately after, Faen felt a slight dampness against his palm, which brought a smirk to the corners of his mouth:
"It seems your body truly has made absolute, complete preparations. You've already readied the food for our future daughter this quickly."
Saying this, Faen opened his mouth wide and leaned in.
Seeing Faen's action, Nilah burst into a fit of giggles, her cheerful laughter sounding as sweet as a string of silver bells.
"You're her father! Yet you're fighting to eat your own daughter's food!"
"When the time comes, I'll feed her an even more nutritious kind of 'milk'~" Faen's teeth gently tugged at her blood-engorged, erect nipple, continuously grinding and lightly biting it until he coaxed out warm, sweet breast milk.
Hearing Faen's words, Nilah panted softly and said, "Hearing you say that actually makes me a little jealous of our daughter~"
"Your portion is right here too~" Faen responded with a smirk.
While enjoying this cozy time together, Faen and Nilah discussed the power of Ashlesh. After sharing their respective insights, time slipped away until it was midnight.
A bright moon hung high in the sky. Nilah rubbed her lower belly—which had now returned to being perfectly flat, showing off incredibly distinct V-lines—looked at Faen, and said, "Our little baby has already completely absorbed all of Daddy's nutrient fluids."
Hearing the underlying implication in Nilah's words, Faen chuckled lightly. He then scooped Nilah into his arms and kicked off another passionate, lust-fueled night.
A night of wild, relentless fucking, like heavy rain ruthlessly battering frail plantain leaves.
The next morning, walking down the tavern streets of Bilgewater, some drunk sailors who had been drinking up all night rubbed their eyes in utter disbelief.
"What am I... what the hell am I seeing right now? Is that... is that woman Nilah?! Holy shit!"
In the eyes of the numerous drunkards, the Valkyrie-like warrior who sprinted wildly across the open sea and sliced massive sea leviathans to pieces amidst peals of laughter, was now sporting a smile completely different from her usual stiff grin. It was a smile radiating pure happiness, and she was snuggled up adorably against a man's side like a tame little bird clinging to its master.
That man was tall and muscular, wearing a peaceful smile on his face. But at this moment, absolutely no one dared to underestimate this man, who, purely based on his handsome looks, could easily be called a 'pretty boy'.
The reason was simple: anyone with eyes could clearly sense that Nilah's entire being was currently exuding an intensely strong maternal and female musk. She looked exactly like a tamed female beast that had recognized its master. Even without a single word being spoken, one could tell from her aura and the details of her behavior that she had willingly and enthusiastically become the dedicated sex slave of the man beside her.
"It's only... it's only been one night, right? Good heavens!"
A drunk sailor shook his head in absolute awe. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he shouted at Old Pete nearby: "Old Pete! Prep nine of your signature giant oysters for me too!!!"