Chapter 81: The Sacred Oil and the Essence Transfer

Chapter : The Sacred Oil and the Essence Transfer

Fafnir rose slowly from the bed with a regal bearing, as though his massive body, covered in muscles sculpted like the statues of ancient gods, were awakening from a divine slumber. He had just ejaculated inside Griselda, driving his glowing pure energy deep into her womb to nourish the fetus growing within the darkness of her body. He stood on his feet and slowly stretched his body, his joints giving a faint sigh as though the universe itself were resting. Then he turned toward Sonora, a faint, majestic smile forming on his lips, while his eyes burned with a calm yet dangerous flame.

He said in a deep voice resembling the whisper of winds between eternal mountains:

“Sonora... it is time to put your idea into practice.”

Sonora was still savoring the taste of his burning semen on her tongue, her green eyes gleaming like the jewels of ancient forests beneath the moonlight. She heard his words, and a brilliant light erupted deep within her pupils. A feverish smile of joy illuminated her face like the rising of a forbidden sun.

She replied in an enthusiastic voice trembling with longing as she wiped her lips with her tongue:

“I’ve been ready for a long time, darling... more ready than you can imagine.”

She leapt gracefully from the bed like a legendary cat. When her white feet touched the ground, her massive, heavy breasts collided with lustful force, producing a wet, enticing sound that echoed through the room like forbidden music from an underworld. Her plump buttocks swayed like waves of a raging sea beneath a storm, while droplets of ancient oil slid over her curves like golden tears.

Fafnir watched the scene with eyes burning with an overwhelming lust he could barely control. He saw her breasts collide and her irresistible buttocks sway, causing his penis to become erect once again until it was hard as a volcanic rock purified by fire. He barely restrained himself from pouncing on her and tearing her apart in savage pleasure. After calming himself somewhat, he said in a voice pretending to be calm while desire consumed him from within like smoldering embers:

“My dear Sonora... do you have any more of that oil we used before?”

Sonora was surprised by his sudden question. She replied as she leaned slightly, her breasts hanging heavily and enticingly beneath Fafnir’s gaze:

“Yes... I have an enormous amount of it. But... what do you need it for?”

Fafnir’s face lit up with a deeply mischievous expression, as though an ancient shadow were smiling from behind his eyes. Without answering, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A gentle wave of pure energy struck the wooden floor. The ground trembled slightly, and then thick green plants began growing from the cracks, becoming thicker and stronger with every passing second. They intertwined and fused together until they formed a wide, deep basin made of tightly woven roots and stalks, a full meter deep, as though it were a natural altar from a primordial world forgotten by the ages.

Sonora watched the scene with anticipation and curiosity mixed with excitement. She quickly asked, her voice trembling slightly:

“A basin?... Why did you make a basin, Fafnir?”

He turned toward her with the same mischievous expression, then disappeared in the blink of an eye and appeared behind her. He embraced her waist from behind with regal strength, buried his face in her white neck, gave her a hot kiss, then whispered into her ear in a voice dripping with lust and mischief like sweet poison:

“We’ll fill this basin halfway with oil... then have sex inside it. I’ll submerge your body in the viscous oil and penetrate you while you absorb the energy and pour it into your womb... until I absorb it.”

Sonora’s entire body trembled from head to toe. Her vagina contracted tightly and released hot, fragrant fluid that slid between her thighs. She turned her head backward, her eyes gleaming with feverish desire, and said in a trembling voice:

“Darling... you always surprise me with your depraved and exciting ideas. My body is burning with longing now. I’ll go get the oil... quickly.”

She vanished from his arms like a golden mirage.

Fafnir smiled with deep happiness as he watched the emptiness she had left behind. He walked toward Griselda, who was sleeping on the bed, gently adjusted her body into a more comfortable position, then lowered his head until their foreheads touched. He murmured in a tender voice mixed with sorrow and determination, like an ancient prayer:

“My dear... I truly missed you. I’ll make you awaken soon... and bring you back to me and our child.”

He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, then slowly stepped away.

Sonora returned a minute later, accompanied by a calm magical force. She waved her hand, and five enormous barrels filled with golden-yellow oil appeared. She raised them into the air and poured them into the basin. It gradually filled until it reached seventy-five percent full, the oil gleaming like a sacred liquid. Then she brought out a small bottle filled with a mysterious pink liquid, opened its cap, and poured its contents in. The liquid mixed with the oil until it shimmered with a faint, enchanting pink color, as though the blood of ancient gods had been mixed with sacred gold.

Fafnir asked in a deep, curious voice as he watched the mixture ripple:

“What is that pink liquid you added, Sonora?”

She smiled a mischievous, mysterious smile and replied in a whisper:

“That’s a secret... you’ll find out when the oil enters your body.”

Fafnir realized that the matter was not ordinary, but he did not insist. In a flash, he reached her, wrapped his arms around her back and legs, lifted her like a legendary princess, and threw her into the basin. She cried out in surprise:

“Ahhh!”

Her entire body sank into the viscous, warm oil, disappearing beneath its shimmering pink surface for a moment before her head emerged, her hair clinging to her face, her eyes gleaming. Fafnir jumped in after her and swam toward her with an unmistakably lustful expression, the oil sliding over his muscles like a second skin.

He approached until his face was only a few breaths away from hers, then embraced her tightly, causing her massive white breasts, submerged in the oil, to collide with his muscular chest and slide against it enticingly. He whispered in a voice dripping with primal desire:

“Sonora... every time I touch your body, I feel an overwhelming desire that is difficult to restrain... a desire to have rough sex with you until I destroy you and fill you.”

He buried his face in her oil-shimmering neck, kissing and sucking her skin forcefully until he left crimson love marks like royal seals. Sonora felt overwhelming pleasure and intense heat in her vagina. She wrapped one arm around his head and said in a soft, lustful voice like the purr of a legendary cat:

“My beloved Fafnir... my body, my soul, and my entire existence already belong to you. Do not restrain your desire. The more you desire to possess me... the deeper I sink into my love for you.”

He whispered after barely managing to control himself, his voice trembling with the effort:

“Let us begin implementing your method.”

He slowly turned her body until her back faced his chest, then pushed her forward until she bent over the edge of the basin. Her heavy breasts hung outside the basin, swaying enticingly under their weight, while her plump white buttocks rose from beneath the oil, droplets of pink oil sliding down their cheeks and returning below in an obscene yet majestic scene, like a living offering.

Fafnir raised his hips slightly until his erect penis, hard as steel, emerged from the oil, gleaming with the pink liquid. He aligned its tip with her swollen pink entrance and pushed gently. His penis slid completely into her hot folds with little resistance until its tip struck her cervix.

Sonora let out a loud, arousing moan, her eyes glowing like two embers:

“Ahhhhh... yes... that irresistible penis has returned... penetrating my vagina... it feels wonderful...”

Fafnir said in a voice dripping with excitement as he pressed against her firmly:

“Ooooh... Sonora, my dear... begin gathering your energy inside your womb... so I can absorb it.”

She weakly nodded and replied in a broken voice:

“I’ll begin now... start thrusting.”

She gathered her immense energy and began continuously channeling it into her womb, as though a river of green light were flowing through her depths. Fafnir began rapidly moving his hips, his penis penetrating her with the aid of the slippery oil, while loud slapping sounds rose like a ritual rhythm:

Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap...

“Hnnnn... haaah... yes... haaang... don’t stop...”

The tip of his penis struck her cervix repeatedly with force until it widened and he penetrated through it. Fafnir felt as though his penis had entered a source of dense, pure, tranquil energy imbued with the element of nature. He began greedily absorbing it through his penis and storing it in his testicles, a sensation like swallowing living light. He gripped her white hips and squeezed until his fingers sank into the soft flesh, moaning in a trembling voice:

“Ahhhhh... Sonora... absorbing your energy while having sex with you... gives me an indescribable sensation... ooooh... I can’t stop penetrating you...”

She answered with obscene moans, her voice rising with every slap:

“Haanng... yes... Fafnir... hnnn... don’t stop thrusting your hips... keep going... haaah... penetrate me...”

Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap...

Sonora reached her first climax, moaning loudly with her tongue hanging from her mouth:

“Hnnnnnn... I’m climaxing... haaang...”

A river of hot, fragrant nectar flooded his penis, increasing his excitement. He continued thrusting at tremendous speed, and white foam formed at her entrance from the mixture of her fluids and the pink oil, creating an obscene and sacred sight at once.

The sounds of slapping and moaning echoed through the room like forbidden chants:

Slap... Slap... Slap...

“Hnnn... Fafnir... I love you... haaang... keep having sex with me...”

“Haaah... Sonora... I regret not... ooooh... having sex with you throughout all these years...”

Fafnir bent his oil-glistening torso and pressed her white back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist and breasts. He continued moving with force, making the flesh of her buttocks redden from the repeated slaps, while the oil splashed around them like golden spray.

Slap... Slap... Slap...

“Hnnnn... haaang... ahhhh... haaah...”

“Ooooh... wonderful... ahhhh... I can’t stop... haaah... thrusting...”

He continued absorbing her energy with every thrust until he felt semen gathering inside his testicles, mixed with her energy. He began channeling his own energy to combine it with his semen and Sonora’s energy. The semen began glowing with a beautiful energetic radiance, a sign that it had become saturated with an enormous amount of cosmic energy, as though a tiny star were forming within its depths.

He increased the speed and force of his thrusts until the movement became terrifyingly fast. The two moaned without pause, their voices blending with the slapping sounds:

“Hnnn... faster... Fafnir... don’t stop... haaang...”

“Ooooh... Sonora... your vagina and energy are delicious... haaah... to the point that stopping myself from tasting them is impossible... ahhh...”

After several more minutes, he said in a voice trembling from exertion and pleasure:

“I’m going to climax at any moment...”

He suddenly withdrew his penis, the oil sliding from it in gleaming strands. He disappeared from the basin in the blink of an eye and reappeared beside Griselda on the bed. He climbed between her legs with a slow, majestic movement, grasped her small, beautiful feet, and lifted them apart until her entrance became visible. He aligned the tip of his glowing penis with her tight entrance and pushed gently like a needle entering silk. He penetrated her folds like a spear until the tip struck her cervix.

A long shudder of pleasure swept through his body like a raging wave. He released a deep moan:

“Ooooh...”

Then he released his load of semen, glowing with Fafnir’s and Sonora’s energy, into Griselda’s womb, slowly filling it with solemn majesty, as though he were pouring the very essence of life into the depths of the one he loved. He continued thrusting slowly until the final drop, while the pink oil in the basin rippled slowly behind him, a silent witness to an ancient ritual of pleasure, energy, and destiny.

The room then settled into a heavy, sacred silence, broken only by Fafnir’s deep breathing and the pulse of energy that had begun slowly spreading through the body of the sleeping Griselda.