Although it appeared to be a simple camp tent from the outside, the moment one stepped into Faen's quarters, the world transformed from a cramped space barely big enough for two into a vast, expansive hall.
Without a doubt, this was a manifestation of the Spirit Realm.
Admittedly, the Spirit Realm in current Ionia, especially near northern Navori, was exceptionally chaotic. Even for someone like Faen, opening portals recklessly could allow malevolent spirits to slip into the Material Realm and cause havoc.
However, from another perspective, if a mountain tunnel only has a door opened on one side, it is merely a cave or a dead-end; it only becomes a "tunnel" if it connects two sides. Similarly, as long as the other side of the portal remained closed, the evil spirits of the Spirit Realm had no way to intrude.
Perhaps this act of boring a hole into the "Mountain of the Veil" would weaken the local fabric of reality, but if any spirit were foolish enough to try and break through, Faen would simply ensure they felt a very "physical" form of persuasion before they ever reached the Material Realm.
Knowing Faen's capabilities and his reasons for doing this, Riven merely rolled her eyes.
She moved sluggishly to the floor before him, kneeling between his legs, and with a series of low hums, she reached out to pull the zipper on Faen's trousers.
Though her face was initially masked with clear resistance, that defiance crumbled the moment the zipper moved. Before she could even pull it all the way down, the sheer pressure of a small opening allowed a wave of heat to hit her.
Immediately, a terrifyingly large "dragon" surged out, as if it couldn't wait to force the gap open and reveal its brutal girth.
It wasn't her first time, yet every time that monstrous object broke its restraints to press against her lips, cheeks, or nose, Riven found herself in awe of the surging, endless life force it radiated, like a Great River in flood.
She instinctively swallowed. After a period of "development," Riven was now a woman who had been molded into Faen's shape from the inside out, save for the very last bastion of her pride.
Simply being pressed by its weight and smelling its scent caused her body to react violently; even that final bastion began to cave from within, leaking fluids onto her thighs.
Riven's breathing grew rapid. As she looked up, she met Faen's smiling, playful gaze.
This brought a wave of profound shame to the proud warrior, but sensing the power so close at hand, she knew that as long as she took it into her mouth, that surging vitality would make her even stronger.
She gave the veins of his rod a few light kisses. Knowing Faen's wicked sense of humor, she didn't bother hiding her thoughts. Right before taking him into her mouth, she asked with a trace of lingering stubbornness: "If I keep refusing until the very end... would you force me?"
"That depends on you." Faen wasn't in a hurry. He gently reached out and rested his hand on her head.
His slender fingers ran through her silver-grey hair, which had become incredibly smooth after being "nourished" by him. Sensing her internal conflict and suppressed urges, Faen said unhurriedly:
"In truth, even if I pinned you to the floor right now, you wouldn't refuse. You would put up a symbolic struggle and then surrender with half-hearted compliance, wouldn't you?"
Riven instinctively wanted to deny it, but the words died in her throat. If Faen hadn't said it out loud, she might not have admitted it to herself. But now that he had exposed it, she realized with total clarity that it was true.
Moreover, Faen could read her heart. He already knew she had tacitly accepted the idea of being humiliated and used by him.
"Then... why don't you just do it?" Riven asked, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and a hidden, dark expectation as she meticulously licked every inch of the shaft.
Looking up at Faen, Riven shifted her kneeling legs outward, settling into an honest "duck-sit." Her face burned with shame as she exposed her constantly leaking secret valley.
But then she remembered the past few days—how Faen had toyed with her, pulling, rubbing, and stretching her petals. How he had pressed his rod against her until she was covered in his filth, only to watch with a grin as she pathetically licked every drop off her own skin to swallow it down...
Fine. It's not that shameful anymore.
Riven spoke as she continued her work: "Or do you have other plans... wanting to find more 'creative' ways to... ruin me?"
She swallowed hard. She believed Faen was capable of anything. Although her "final gate" hadn't been breached, she had been the one in the Twin Cities responsible for cleaning up the fluids that overflowed from Faen's other bed partners.
Riven knew very well that when it came to turning a woman into a total, mindless female animal, Faen was a master even more proficient than he was in the Way of the Dancer.
To this, Faen replied peacefully: "Because you are a steadfast, stubborn girl. For others, tacit consent is just a way to save face, but for you, you would use that as a reason to push yourself—even if it's just an excuse."
Every woman had a different personality, so Faen adapted his approach. A girl like Seraphine, shy and gentle, had her mind shattered just by accidentally seeing him with Zeri. She fell deeper into the abyss of her own thoughts until her mental defenses collapsed when he caught her masturbating. For her, he only needed to give a little push, and she would convince herself to enjoy her position between his legs.
But Riven was different. "You're the type to hit a brick wall and still not look back," Faen said with a sigh.
"I don't want a day to come where you start overthinking again, convincing yourself that this was never your intention. Though I could simply fuck you into submission then, I'd much rather you stay by my side willingly, while keeping that fiery spirit of yours."
"Spoken like a true gentleman..." Riven panted, her voice full of disdain. "But you just want me to spread my legs of my own accord, admit I'm your love-slave, and satisfy your twisted desires... nothing more."
Despite her biting words, Riven couldn't control herself. She reached down with one hand to pleasure herself while her mouth and tongue continued to serve him, completely abandoning her dignity.