As Quinlan poured his essence into her, Nyxara's Limitless Lust Physique didn't just endure; it thrived once again. The platinum mark he had branded onto her lower abdomen flickered as the pink, heart-shaped energy of the demoness surged back like a rising tide. She was using the very essence he deposited within her as fuel to reconstruct her dominance.
"More... I want more of you!❤️ Fill me up!❤️ My Ruin~❤️" she gasped, her body vibrating with a terrifying resilience. Every time he ejaculated inside her, she absorbed the impact, her internal muscles weaving his power into her own.
Quinlan realized that better wasn't enough. He was a pressurized vessel of disparate forces: the density of Fire and Earth, the Hydro-Neural speed of Water and Wind, the exhausted but crystallized stability of his soul realm, and the predatory hunger of his Primordial Breeding Physique.
He stopped viewing them as separate tools and instead forced them into a singular, agonizing point of singularity.
