NTRS Journey With My Beloved Immortal Fairy Wife

"GrrnnUnnn♡ ♡ !!! Ahh♡ , Haaaa♡ , haa♡ , haa♡ ♡ !!!" Elaine's entire body tensed, her pupils dilating as her delicate hands clawed at the gold gauze dress beneath her, fingers twisting the fabric in a desperate bid for control. Her exquisite eyebrows furrowed in pain, her divine form trembling as though locked in mortal combat with a ferocious demon beast. The searing pain of the thick, sword-like shaft piercing her lower body melded with an electrifying stimulation, leaving her mind a blank, frozen wasteland.

Snapping back to awareness only to be swept away again, Elaine's thoughts dissolved into chaos. Her consciousness was wholly consumed by the molten rod embedded within her, its heat and unrelenting presence obliterating all else.

"Zep… OwnnnnN♡ … Arh♡ , haaa♡ ♡ !!!" Her lips, pale and trembling, parted as her dilated pupils reflected a mix of disbelief and surrender. Words failed her, giving way to another quivering moan that spilled forth like a prayer to a forgotten deity.

Known to her, it was Zephyr's tampering with the soul bind status that had restored her virgin hymen. The foreign shaft, blazing with heat, tore through her reformed barrier, igniting a maelstrom of violent pleasure, raw pain, and an all-consuming fullness that flooded her senses. The primal, unfiltered lust it awakened stripped away her resistance, leaving her divine soul bare to the onslaught of desire. The thick glans, now firmly lodged within her intimate passage, stretched her vulva to its limits, shattering the symbol of her purity and slamming into her core with merciless force.

Boomer's rigid, blunt shaft was a sword of flesh, piercing her vulva and soul alike, burrowing into her sea of consciousness until nothing else mattered. All thoughts of dignity, cultivation, or Zephyr faded into insignificance. In that moment, Elaine craved only the intoxicating, forbidden sensation that consumed her, her body and mind surrendering to the relentless ecstasy that redefined her very existence.

"F... Fairy?! Elaine-chan? I… I love you," Boomer stammered, his voice quaking with a mix of awe and disbelief, his obese frame trembling as if struck by a divine revelation. The realization that Elaine, a goddess of celestial grace, could somehow be a virgin again sent shockwaves through his lust-addled mind. 

It defied all reason, an impossibility that clashed with the primal urges driving him. Yet, the undeniable truth lay before him—her sacred passage, tight and unyielding, bore the unmistakable resistance of untouched purity. Confusion swirled within him, but one thought burned brighter than all others: the imperative to conquer the divine beauty writhing beneath him, to claim her fully as his own.

The silken layers of Elaine's vaginal walls enveloped his raging shaft like a thousand delicate hands, each fold squeezing, caressing, and serving his sensitive glans with a devotion that felt almost sentient. The tender, velvety flesh massaged him with an exquisite tightness, wrapping him in a cocoon of pleasure so intense it threatened to unravel his sanity. Every pulse of her inner muscles sent waves of ecstasy radiating through his core, a sensation so profound it felt as though her body was worshipping his intrusion, welcoming him deeper into her sacred depths.

Gripping Elaine's plush, snow-white thighs with both hands, Boomer anchored himself to her divine form, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as though fearing she might dissolve like a dream. His hips twisted and swayed with frenzied abandon, each thrust a desperate plunge into her hairless, nectar-slicked pubic haven. The sensation was intoxicating, like a humble farmer tilling a fertile, fairy-blessed land, each stroke sowing seeds of pure, unadulterated pleasure that blossomed along his throbbing length. The rhythmic collision of their bodies echoed through the chamber, a primal symphony of flesh meeting flesh.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

The tiny golden bells adorning the lascivious body chain around Elaine's curves rang out in a frenzied chorus, their delicate chimes mingling with the wet, visceral sounds of their union. The thick, unyielding glans of Boomer's shaft forged deeper, inch by relentless inch, forcing the countless tender muscles of her honeyed channel to part in submission. Each thrust elicited a fresh surge of moist nectar, her body's own lubricant easing his conquest, as though her divine essence itself welcomed the new master claiming her sacred core.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Elaine's rosy lips parted, but no sound emerged, her voice stolen by the overwhelming force of the intrusion. The thick glans, now stained with the faint crimson of her shattered hymen, drove into her again and again, each thrust a brutal reminder of her lost purity. Boomer's obese frame loomed over her, its oppressive weight amplifying the tearing sensation that radiated from her core. The relentless pressure of his monstrous shaft seemed to displace her very insides, pushing her organs upward until they crowded her throat, rendering her mute, her mouth agape in a silent scream of agony and ecstasy. Her divine body, once a bastion of elegance and power, was now wholly consumed by the mortal man's savage desire, each thrust nailing her deeper into a realm of primal surrender.

Elaine's senses, honed to elite. cultivator acuity, were agonizingly clear, each sensation etched into her consciousness with merciless precision. She could feel the delicate, pearl-white lips of her vagina straining to grip the monstrous penis invading her sacred core, their tender flesh forced to yield under its brutal insistence. The small, pink-red intimate haven, once so delicate it could barely tolerate the light caress of her own finger, was now grotesquely stretched into a shameful oval, its diameter rivaling the width of her wrist. The violation was a visceral assault, her divine purity warped into a vessel for Boomer's relentless desire.

With each heavy thrust, her silken labia were dragged inward, sinking alongside the intruding shaft, their soft curves molded to its searing heat. The friction of her tender flesh against the scorching, unyielding rod sent shivers of torment and forbidden pleasure rippling through her, her innermost vaginal walls coerced into parting—slowly, inexorably—from their tightly sealed state to a quivering, accommodating embrace. The thick glans forged deeper, each thrust forcing her passage to stretch and yield, until it collided with the soft, sensitive ring of flesh at the end of her intimate chamber, a tender threshold that halted its advance, if only momentarily.

Boomer, his obese frame a suffocating weight atop her, drove his thick, engorged shaft into the peerless goddess with savage abandon. Elaine's flawless form was pinned beneath his crushing bulk, her long, sculpted legs forcibly splayed and hoisted wide, their elegant curves pressed down by his meaty hands until her knees nearly grazed the bedsheet beside her delicate face. Her lower body was lifted, her plush buttocks slammed repeatedly by the frenzied rhythm of his grotesque, fat-laden hips. The thick, ugly meat stick plunged in and out, each withdrawal and reentry a brutal desecration of her purity, tearing through the fragile remnants of her divine chastity.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Thin rivulets of virgin blood seeped from the juncture of their joined bodies, a crimson testament to her shattered innocence. The scarlet trails coated Boomer's throbbing shaft, glistening wetly as they trickled downward, pooling on his heavy, darkened balls before dripping onto the silken bedsheet below, staining it with the mark of her sacrifice. Another stream of blood traced a slower, more tortuous path along the inner curves of Elaine's smooth, snow-white thighs, winding and twisting like a river of shame, its vivid hue stark against her pristine skin. The shocking contrast marred her flawless buttocks, a cruel brand that spoke of her fall from celestial grace into the depths of mortal defilement.