The moment Irene formed her final thought, she collapsed, utterly drained from the overwhelming experience of multiple orgasms.
While the Ineffable could endure for years without pause, she was, in truth, quite the virgin and had never encountered anything like this before.
It wasn't due to any saintly purity, but rather because of the customs of the Source of Expansion.
There, sex was never treated casually; it was considered a sacred act of growth and transformation.
As mentioned, the birth of Primedivas brought forth entirely new novels and abilities they could emulate, making it, in their eyes, something far greater than a mere exchange between man and woman.
Celeste appeared in the mind space of Sylvie like a quiet dawn breaking through fog.
The space was a soft, hazy realm of swirling purple and pink mist — the lingering echoes of pleasure still thick in the air, carrying the faint, sweet scent of sex, sweat, and floral perfume.
