Elana screamed as the connection to Moira hit something deep inside her. The very tip of it grazed painfully against the end of her pussy – sending pangs of pain through her. She pushed harder, knowing Moira was experiencing the same.
And the Saintess returned tho howl with one of her own. She dug her fingers deep into Elana’s skin, drawing blood as she dragged her nails down the Knight’s back. She revealed her own sadistic side, and jolts of electricity rattled her partner’s bones.
It didn’t stop Elana. This was nothing. The magic didn’t impact the pleasure she felt any! Her hips kept grinding down, punishing them both with inner pain. She let her mana move, too, but kept it in check, just sending a cooling breeze over Moira’s heated body.
The effect was incredible. On both of them!
The electricity overloaded Elana’s mind, making her finally forget about her objective of hurting Moira. She spiralled in madness – her waist raising and her vaginal walls brushing against the bumpy, almost spiky dildo.
Every part of her pussy was stimulated and massaged. The passing of the dildo stretched her tight hole and brushed against her most sensitive spots. Her sweaty body lost strength as pleasure shook it.
Meanwhile, Moira didn’t fair any better. The ice galvanised her skin and cooled her. But inside of her was churning and burning. Her muscles spasmed as explosions occurred in her pit. The unending current of fulfilment made her into a mindless beast that craved evermore.
And Elana provided. Finally, she raised her hips high enough for the tip of the dildo to almost slide out.
It was then that Elana slammed down, impaling them both once again. She howled with Moira as both of them were filled to the brim. Her back arched as orgasm threatened to overcome her. She gritted her teeth and repeated the rotation, wishing to destroy Moira’s cunt more than ever.
As Elana swung her hips and punched deep inside Moira, she sighed. The feeling of completeness and a sense of power muddled her mind as she swallowed Moira’s wild tongue and sucked on it. She moaned the very appropriate line into her wife’s mouth – ‘I love you’.
Moira returned it, continuing to invade Elana’s mouth while her pussy was abused by the Knight’s relentless assault. She twitched each time her lower hole was pushed to the limit and shaped by the love.
And through it all, Mary’s mournful wail accompanied their moans, gasps, and slapping of bodies. Elana’s sister was sobbing as she watched her obsession’s virginity be fucked away. The blood on the dildo showed it was gone. The pounding of the flesh proved it was gone. The vanishing of the tool inside Elana’s body flaunted it was gone.
But nobody cared.
Cinthia was too busy raiding Mary. Her slimy pussy left long trails on the girl’s back. Her hands were holding Mary’s shoulders now – leaving the girl’s mouth open for the sad song to accompany the sounds of sex.
Catarina was in a state of rapture. It was unclear if she understood anything happening around her. She lay sideways on the floor, flaring her nostrils. One of her hands worked her clit while the other prodded her ass. She whimpered as new experiences filled her mind and deprived her of the logic she loved so much. Her eyes were blank, devoid of thought – just mindless bliss existed in them.
Not that Elana was aware of any of it. Her mind and body existed just for the intercourse with Moira. She had never felt better – despite their attempts at slightly harming each other. It only added spice to their intercourse. It was all an expression of love. Elana deeply believed so.
And the Goddess seemed to agree. At first, light began to fill the shadowy room from the bracelets they never took off. The gentle embrace from the higher power filled everyone with vitality.
The Goddess seemed to appreciate the devotion her Saintess and the Knight had for each other. Her blessing grew ever stronger, reinforcing Moira’s and Elana’s bodies for more abuse and restoring the energy they had spent on each other.
This meant Elana could pump her wife with the length of the dildo with additional fervour. Her lack of breath finally made her end the kiss. She bit Moira’s lower lip and punched deep into the Saintess’s body.
Moira grabbed Elana’s dishevelled hair and yanked her back into the kiss – not allowing any break.
That hadn’t been Elana’s intent anyway. She had wanted to catch a glimpse of Moira’s face and had managed it before being thrown back into the sweet kiss.
The expression on the Saintess’s face had been glorious. Elana would never forget the messy, love-struck smile Moira had. She would never forget the moment she had given her wife her virginity.
With these thoughts, Elana continued to smash. Her own pussy suffered in the process – only the Goddess’s light keeping her from hurting herself. The powerful attacks against Moira’s depths reached the very limits. She knew her wife’s cervix was hit multiple times.
And Elana loved the idea. She kept pushing, doing the same to her own pussy she was doing to Moira’s.
The thrusts became more and more forceful as the second orgasm approached. Elana felt it. It was there. The tingles and shakes announced the orgasm’s arrival. Her abdomen clenched, and her ass cheeks slapped together.
“Oooooo!” Elana lost all sense in her lower region. She knew something wet was happening there, but her mind could not process it. Her hips rose and fell. The pounding didn’t stop – just as the culmination didn’t.
Each thrust – more powerful than the last. Elana destroyed Moira’s cunt and claimed it for her own. The Saintess was now hers. The cum she sprayed on the beautiful body under her served as proof.
As the bed collapsed beneath them, Elana did too. Her body never stopped – despite the mind being totally immersed in pleasure.
Moira didn’t move. She had lost her consciousness to Elana’s forceful entries a while ago. Her mind was washed away by the abusive training her pussy underwent. Her smile was blissful and without regrets.
