Just as Sona prepared herself for the agonizing sensation of being split in two, the sharp pain began to dissipate, replaced by a much harder-to-endure itch and a deep, throbbing ache.
Without waiting for her to speak, Ethan began to rhythmically thrust his hips. He could tell from her body's instinctive micro-reactions exactly when it was safe to move. Though a lingering sting remained, the rhythmic pressure perfectly soothed the internal fever. Under Ethan's masterful technique, Sona found her hands reaching out to clutch his shoulders, her facade of cool indifference shattering completely.
Ethan watched her reaction, but his pace didn't slacken. He lay flush against her, his chest pressing into her small, firm breasts, as "Little Ethan" worked tirelessly to conquer the tight, wet depths of her flower garden. He drove downward from above, his weight pressing into her snow-white thighs, forcing them wider with every deep plunge. Each time he hit her cervix, he ground his hips in a slow circle, coaxing a torrent of warm nectar from her sensitive body.
The impact was relentless. Ethan thrust with a focused intensity, ensuring that every drop of his life essence would be delivered deep into her womb when the time came. The first session of dual-cultivation was always the most potent; he wanted to brand his essence into her very soul while maximizing the growth of her power.
Sona remained with her eyes squeezed shut, her limp, trembling posture resembling that of a porcelain doll being toyed with. Only the occasional, involuntary moan escaping her lips proved she was a living, breathing girl experiencing overwhelming pleasure. Her silent endurance only made Ethan more feral. He began to intentionally hammer against her "flower heart," the dragon-head of his cock charting every inch of her vaginal walls.
"Ah... hnn... nnnh..."
"If that's all you can say, I'm not stopping, President," Ethan whispered, leaning down to seal her mouth with a deep, hungry kiss. "If we keep going like this, your body is going to be completely lost to me, my dear... President..."
As they kissed, Sona tried to muster a rational rebuttal, but her body was betrayed by the rising heat. Sweat beaded on her porcelain skin, mixing with Ethan's and their shared fluids to create a heavy, musky scent of raw sex. It drove Ethan into a frenzy as he ravaged her secret garden. He wanted to violate her, to conquer her—the thought pulsed in time with his racing heart.
He released her lips and pulled her tight against his chest, his skin rubbing against her soft "little rabbits." He was buried so deep within her that there was no space between their pelvic bones. The overflowing juices soaked into the pink bedsheets, turning the fabric a dark, wet crimson.
Suddenly, Ethan slowed his pace. Sona, who had been keeping her eyes tightly shut, finally opened them. She looked up at him with a gaze that was a confusing mix of intellectual pride and carnal submission. Her eyes were hazy, her face a mask of intellectual beauty melting into raw lust. Feeling her body being toyed with by his massive length, the sheer ecstasy of it caused her to kick her legs and writhe uncontrollably.
"Mmmph! Ahhh!"
Her sexy writhing only increased Ethan's pleasure, causing his counter-attack to become even more violent.
"Hah... ah... no... Ethan... stop... I'm going to... I'm going to break!"
A series of powerful, deep-seated thrusts finally broke her. The intense climax caused both of them to shudder violently. As Ethan felt Sona's "Primal Yin" flowing into him during her peak, her internal muscles clamped down on him like a thousand tiny mouths. He couldn't hold back any longer.
"Hah...!"
With one final, lunging thrust, he unleashed his hot life essence deep inside her. Their bodies spasmed in unison, clinging to each other as they rode out the waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
As the physical rush subsided, the life essence began its work. A rich, blue magical aura began to radiate from Sona's skin. Perhaps it was because Ethan was now so powerful, or perhaps their compatibility was off the charts, but Sona's initial growth was even more explosive than Rias's had been.
Starting as a High-class Devil (S), Sona's power surged before she had even finished absorbing the energy. Her magical signature rocketed to the peak of SSS-class. As the dual-cultivation cycle neared its end, she successfully shattered the barrier to the Devil King class. In a single session, she had crossed three major realms of power. While she was still a bit behind the peak-Devil King status of Rias and the others, it was merely a matter of quantity—a few more sessions with Ethan would close the gap.
Once the magical fluctuations settled, Ethan couldn't help himself. He began to lick and suckle on her white breasts and pink nipples. His lips moved downward, kissing her flat, smooth belly before descending further toward her white thighs.
Just as Ethan was about to "admire the flowers" up close, he suddenly felt "Little Ethan" being guided into a warm, wet place. He looked up to find that Sona had finished her initial absorption and was now launching a counter-offensive. Having confirmed the incredible benefits of the technique, she shed her shyness and let her dormant Devil nature take control.
Sona rolled onto her side, resting her head on Ethan's thigh. She reached out and took his thick, fluid-slicked cock into her mouth, her soft hands rhythmically stroking the base. Her wet mouth slid over the dragon-head, suckling on it as if savoring his flavor. Her nimble tongue flicked across the tip, coating it in her saliva.
"Mmm... as expected of the President. Turning the tables so quickly..."
"It's... so big... Ethan... mgh!"
Sona lay across his thighs, her small mouth working to accommodate his girth. She alternated between light suckling and suddenly taking him all the way to the back of her throat. She was attempting a deep-throat, her throat muscles contracting involuntarily, clamping around him so tightly that Ethan could barely pull back.
The thick pillar slid back and forth against her throat. The stimulation was becoming unbearable. Ethan gripped the back of her head, guiding her movements as he looked down at her. With his other hand, he reached for her chest, kneading her soft, creamy breasts as if they were fresh dough.
Sona's body shivered, her legs clamping together and rubbing against each other as her face flushed a deep pink.
"Devils really are creatures of deep desire... even a cold, intellectual beauty like the President follows the rule..."
"Guh... I... I would only ever be like this for you..."
The confession made Ethan's heart skip a beat. But he realized he wasn't really the "true love" type anymore. Better to just work harder and give her more pleasure. He watched her work on him, her pale face dominated by his large, veiny cock. She looked almost pained as she licked every inch of the shaft, one hand fondling his balls while the other reached down to play with her own dripping flower garden.
The stimulation was too much. After dozens of forceful gulps, Ethan reached his limit again. A fresh torrent of life essence flooded into Sona's mouth.
"Mmph! Nnnh!"
Forced to swallow the thick, hot liquid from deep within her throat, Sona's eyes went wide. Her body instinctively tried to resist, but the energy-rich essence forced its way down, compelling her to gulp it all down until the last drop was licked clean from the tip.
Sona placed one hand on her stomach, feeling the energy in her gut, and the other on her lower abdomen, feeling the essence still being processed in her womb. The womb works better, but the stomach isn't bad for a bonus, she calculated logically.
"Phew—"
Releasing him, Sona let out a long breath. Covered in Ethan's scent and radiating power, she gave him a serene, satisfied smile. With her strength restored and surpassed, her mental block was gone. Ethan pulled her into his arms, enjoying a moment of quiet warmth.
But Sona mistook the gesture. She looked up at him with hazy, beautiful eyes. "Ethan... do you want more?"
"I mean, I always do, but I was just trying to be sweet..."
"You weren't then, but you are now~" Sona teased, stroking his cheek. "Or did you plan on just holding me all night?"
"Ahem... well, let's get back to training then."
He pushed her back down onto the bed. "Kya!"
Sona let out a small cry, a look of mock-worry on her face. She was still a virgin until an hour ago; despite the healing power of the dual-cultivation, she needed a buffer. Otherwise, she wouldn't have used her mouth first.
But Ethan didn't go for her chest or her garden first. Instead, he grabbed her dainty feet. He admired the clean, white soles, rubbing them gently.
"Ah... stop... please..."
Her feet were pristine, the soft flesh folding into delicate creases as he massaged the arches.
"Hah... ah... don't... it's too much... that sensation... ahh!"
Sona writhed, but her feet were held firm. She had to watch as he toyed with her toes until her arousal peaked again. The ticklish, electric sensation spread through her entire body. Ethan showed no mercy, stimulating her until her sensitivity was at an all-time high.
"Hentai... Tsubaki was right... I should have protected my feet from you..."
"Oh? Tsubaki tells you about that?" Ethan laughed, biting her earlobe.
"Hmph... ah!"
Ethan launched his second attack. It was no secret he loved beautiful legs and feet, but he was surprised Tsubaki had warned Sona. Then again, the girls in his house talked about everything. When girls get dirty, men can't even compete.
Sona let out a lewd cry as Ethan's fingers found her dripping entrance again. He teased her clitoris with expert precision. Her internal walls greedily clamped around his fingers, sucking on them. She groaned and writhed, her long legs rubbing together to find relief.
Realizing she wanted the real thing, Ethan flipped her over.
"Ah!"
He lifted her hips from behind, a position that left Sona panicking. Her wet garden was fully exposed, the juice dripping onto the sheets in plain view. Ethan gripped her butt cheeks, kneading the soft flesh with his large hands. Sona could only bury her face in the pillow and moan.
"Ethan... slow... slow down... I'm not used to this..."
"Can't hear you, President! You're too quiet~"