Sin continued to prove herself as an enjoyable experience. In the history of both this world and the last, rare was it for the Prime Destroyer to believe he'd been missing out on something, but this was such a case. He plunged into her body across infinite possibilities, feeling every last one with his own body... twice. In all these possibilities, there wasn't a single bad experience for the male. Each possible angle and velocity of every thrust was nothing short of blissful─ as was every ejaculation that occurred.
The height of pleasure may have been reached for now, but there was always more. Was Sin broken? Well, something being broken could only be known as such when it was tested once more. Both versions of Anos would have purpose in doing so. At Sin's fore, one Anos laced the fingers of one hand through her hair to keep her head lifted. At the same time, the other reached out to grab her by the wrists. "Nothing to say? I'll never figure out if I'm doing this 'dam' thing properly at this rate~" the Anos behind Sin teased. Each magical effect Anos had applied to the woman was dispelled at once, from the subjugation to the chains that bound her. She'd be given her sight and freedom of movement back, all to see the one Anos holding her head in front of his dripping phallus. In the meantime, the first Anos used his hold of her wrists as leverage to pull himself in for further collisions with her backside. The womb of a Creator was something he found to be addictive once visited, so his leave of it was not assured quite yet. No, he was still pummeling away a thousand times over, still spewing the fruit of his loins constantly, still watching the reddening of her backside be renewed with every passing second as a river of white that flowed out continued to be fueled.
The height of pleasure may have been reached for now, but there was always more. Was Sin broken? Well, something being broken could only be known as such when it was tested once more. Both versions of Anos would have purpose in doing so. At Sin's fore, one Anos laced the fingers of one hand through her hair to keep her head lifted. At the same time, the other reached out to grab her by the wrists. "Nothing to say? I'll never figure out if I'm doing this 'dam' thing properly at this rate~" the Anos behind Sin teased. Each magical effect Anos had applied to the woman was dispelled at once, from the subjugation to the chains that bound her. She'd be given her sight and freedom of movement back, all to see the one Anos holding her head in front of his dripping phallus. In the meantime, the first Anos used his hold of her wrists as leverage to pull himself in for further collisions with her backside. The womb of a Creator was something he found to be addictive once visited, so his leave of it was not assured quite yet. No, he was still pummeling away a thousand times over, still spewing the fruit of his loins constantly, still watching the reddening of her backside be renewed with every passing second as a river of white that flowed out continued to be fueled.
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