Hours later, Mithras lay in his bed with a napping Akamana, watching the conclusion of his Golden Revelation.
"No wonder, no wonder. This…is going to be a bit difficult," Mithras said with a wry smile, dispelling the Holy Sacrament, and turning towards Akamana. The Grand Priestess stirred immediately, rising with a long whimper and offering Mithras a morning kiss. He met her lips with his finger, pushing her mouth back a little.
"Cutie pie, why are you such a prick?"
"To keep you on your best behavior. The female specimen is a remarkable creation. You cannot give a woman peace, otherwise, she will give you problems." Mithras clapped back with an innocent look, blinking as Mana's brows furrowed at his words.
"Sounds like something a Hadu boy would say. You're indeed the Prince Who Was Promised." Akamana sent a veiled jab, rolling into her cushion and raising her butt Mithras' way.
"In more ways than you can imagine," the Human Aphrodisiac moved on autopilot, trapping his professor between his arms as he leaned over and nibbled her neckline.
At some point along the way, the perverted pair had moved to the mansion's master bedroom—Mithras' bedroom, which just like the mansion and other aspects of the estate, was designed, furnished and decorated by none other than the supermodel now lying face down on the oval mattress—ass up and eager for her final serving of Mithraic cockmilk.
Akamana sparkled like a gem set underneath a meteor shower, her feline eyes reflecting stars and rainbows as she bit into her cushion, dangling butt and cunt at her cutie pie's bobbing shaft. But having recolored his professor's love tunnels from pink to white for hours on already, Mithras opted for a different approach—burying his cock in Akamana's butt with a sneaky thrust.
"Ohhhh—I…wasn't thinking about that one," The Grand Priestess threw her head back, jaw dropping as her back tunnels spread to welcome Mithras' shaft.
"I was," Mithras said in the most natural of tones, spreading his professor's cheeks while pounding into her butt for a morning quickie.
After all, it was only right they ended the way they started.
Sadly for Mithras, he'd underestimated the addictive effects of a Naifem's Primal Essence, getting so consumed in his own lust that he didn't see time flying. And so, by the time the morning of the first school day had ended, Mithras was still in his bed, hammering at Akamana's bubble butt till he'd pumped her backdoor full of spunk.
*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*
*Plop* *Plop* *Plop*
*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*
"Woow…ohhhh, Lord I can't! Don't you ever get tired?" Overwhelmed by Mithras' lust, Akamana held onto her cushion for dear life, bracing her butt as her cheeks shook under Mithras' thrusts. Each time that Mithras unloaded in Akamana's butt, he'd clean himself with a shroud of solar flames, shift to her cunt, rinse and repeat for hours of nonstop grunting and pumping.
*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*
*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*
*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*
Akamana's Primal Essence flooded Mithras' Inner Flame, feeding Solar Genesis with each explosive climax. By the time their bodies had given out, the third school day was coming to an end.
Well, only Akamana really. Mithras could go on indefinitely. Sadly for the Grand Priestess, she wasn't built like that, now gasping in a pool of cum as she stroked her cutie pie's chest.
Still hard as a rock, Mithras had to stop himself from pouncing again—relying on the Reduction Secret to suppress his endless lust.
Or at least that was the plan. Sadly, Mithras could only hold on for 30 seconds before the sound of Akamana's gasping breath got him back to work, exploring his professor for another hour of lovemaking.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Hidden Quest: My Overdose…completed!]
[Achievement: Naiphilic Ecstasy…unlocked!]
<Naiphilic Essence (tyrant class): The Primal Essence of a Naifem, released during their first time. Can quickly improve the Sid level of the Naifem's partner…and grant them partial immunity against the powers of Apsaras and Demons>
<Note: While perfection can't be perverted, Naiphilic Essence is highly addictive. Akamana's Naiphilic Essence rose to the tyrant class when she mastered Divine Integration—making it one of the most intoxicating aphrodisiacs in creation>
The system's remainder popped up in Mithras' mind, but he ignored it, too busy sucking on his professor's tits while draining his balls for the final time.
And so, because he couldn't stop fucking, Mithras missed the first three days of school—completing his memorable entrance.
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Meanwhile, in the Paradise of Iron Maidens, an armored goddess with short golden hair buried under a ruby helmet hovered before an ancient stele, shaking from top to bottom as she stroked Akamana's missing name.
"My Lady, I am confused. Isn't the Iron Vow simply meant to preserve your Devotees from the hardships of heartbreaks till they find a worthy match? The First Maiden did. So why are you so…flustered?" A voice came from inside the List—primordial monument that recorded the names of Bhaira's Iron Maidens.
"That's only for the low to mid-tier maidens—not my boss girls! When have you ever seen one of my boss girls getting clapped? The Weaver promised me he would keep my boss girls pure! So why is my number one boss girl getting her cheeks clapped?" Bhaira broke into tears, banging her fists at the List in loud, metallic clangs.
"Who is it…the bandit, scoundrel, pilferer who hijacked my boss girl! Show me his handsome face!" Bhaira clawed at the void, conjuring a projection of Mithras and Akamana through a masterful use of Divine Secrets!
But as the images of their romp took shape, a binding flash of light lit Bhaira's eyes ablaze, making the Wrathful Goddess reel in a mix of grief and horror!
"Bhaira…don't be rude." The Lord's voice boomed in Bhaira's mind, making her realize that whoever was diddling her boss girl had the Lord at his back. But how could it be? Who could make the Lord smack down a Wrathful God for their sake?
'Could it be…the new First Devotee? My boss girl got hijacked…by the Lord's First Devotee?
Lord, why do you keep doing this to us? First, you let Mithras corrupt Vritra! Now you let your First Devotee ruin my boss girl! I won't forgive you! Vritra was right, you always let us down when we need you the most! It's time to rebel!' Bhaira snapped, her harsh words followed by a dreary silence.
"Ohh…" Realizing that she might have gone a bit overboard, Bhaira covered her mouth, trying to connect to the Lord.
"Lord? I'm sorry I didn't want to say that. Lord…I'm really sorry! Lord! Looord! No?
Aww…
Wait, wait. I'm getting distracted. Weren't my boss girls all in the Spiritual World? If that pilferer can get to Mana, don't tell me…aaah! I'm so pissed! Vel…don't let me down—I beg you, please!
All men are beasts! The only difference…is that some learn to hide their fangs to better tear into your neck and rip you to shreds!" Bhaira rattled off, a dreary sigh coming from the List as Vel'Asha's name replaced Akamana's at the top.