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A hint of resentment flashed in Falek's eyes. Then, he grasped the glans of the penis with one hand, raised it, pressed his face against it, and stuck out his tongue to lick it upwards from the base. After a few licks, he gently took the testicles into his mouth and sucked on them, repeating this process continuously.

Finally, Ronan gently patted her face and then patted the bed.

Without hesitation, Falek climbed onto the bed, lay down, and with his back to Ronan, stuck out his large, fat buttocks, swaying them from side to side a couple of times.

Ronan placed one hand on her lower back, guiding his penis against her wet labia, making slapping sounds, but he didn't penetrate her.

The vaginal fluids splashed, much of it landing on the stockings, leaving numerous dark brown spots on the light brown stockings.

"No, please stop," Falek pleaded.

"Heh, that works too." Ronan responded, then inserted the head of the penis. Just when Falek thought it was about to be fully inside, allowing her to experience that feeling of fullness, pain and pleasure, Ronan pried the penis out, then inserted it again, and pulled it out again. This went on repeatedly, causing Falek's genitals to become extremely wet, and her anus to contract and relax.

"Please..." Falek was about to speak when Ronan suddenly poured in, and her unspoken words turned into a long groan of "Ugh."

Then Ronan began to thrust wildly, creating waves of flesh and breasts. Falek's entire body swayed, and this sight only fueled Ronan's desire to accelerate even further.

The labia had turned outwards under the thrusting of the thick, long penis, and the viscous fluid on the edges produced a lot of white foam under the constant thrusting and stirring.

Falek's groans continued, "That's it, that feeling of each thrust hitting the mark perfectly, as if it's shooting straight to my head."

It was as if I was no longer a person, but a slave to that fleshy rod.

After a while, Ronan turned Falek over so that she was facing him, then grabbed her slightly thick ankles and lifted her upside down, leaving only her shoulders, shoulder blades and elbows on the bed. Then he bent down and penetrated her.

This position wasn't exactly comfortable for Falek, but she enjoyed being manipulated like a pillow. The old Sultan was very controlling and liked to change her position and constantly give her orders, but he was old and frail and couldn't manipulate her like Ronan could.

Falek didn't know why, but she was strangely addicted to the feeling of being manipulated at will.

After a while of this, Ronan put her down, then quickly leaned down and pressed himself against her, grabbing her breasts and biting them while thrusting his hips repeatedly.

Falek unconsciously crossed his legs behind Ronan's waist, using the momentum to push forward and meet the thrusts.

Ronan raised his head, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and began to thrust rapidly like a wild beast. Only one thought remained in his mind: burn, burn too much, pound away, pound this burning married woman to death.

Under Ronan's rapid thrusts, Falek tried to keep her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her toes clenching tightly inside her stockings, but her legs grew weaker and weaker, finally parting softly and letting Ronan charge at her.

After another burst of thrusts, Ronan gradually slowed down. Finally, he even pulled out, stood up, and gestured for Falek to give him oral sex.

Falek, however, was somewhat reluctant.

Having regained his senses, Ronan understood her meaning, gently pinched Falek's cheek, and said, "If I ejaculate inside at this time, you'll get pregnant."

Falek stared at Ronan like a sulky little girl, without saying a word.

“You are the Queen Mother of Suleiman, mind your image,” Ronan said. Seeing that Falek remained silent and motionless, he sighed, “Alright, once we reach Seris and everything settles down, I’ll give you one.”

Falek's expression changed instantly. "Really?"

"I really don't understand why you want children," Ronan said helplessly.

Falek smiled calmly, "You don't understand. I want a home. A home is only complete with children."

“I don’t understand?” Ronan laughed. “I’m a father of five, and I don’t know how annoying kids are.”

Falek's voice lowered, "People never appreciate what they already have."

"Alright, stop talking, or it'll go soft," Ronan interrupted Falek, urging him on.

Falek crawled over, opened his mouth and took the tip in, holding it with one hand, and began to stroke it continuously.

A moment later, Ronan removed Falek's hands, cupped her cheeks with both hands, and began thrusting his hips into her mouth.

Finally, Ronan ejaculated. Falek's pupils contracted sharply. It was too powerful and too much. She wanted to vomit, but Ronan wouldn't let her. She could only force herself to swallow. After a while, Ronan pulled out his semi-soft penis. Falek coughed and gagged, gasping for breath for a long time before she could recover.

At this moment, Ronan looked in their direction and said, "Still standing here instead of coming in? Are you planning to listen to another round?"

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and Faith walked in.

Chapter 692 Are you impotent? Yes or no!

Faith was dressed in a black nun's habit, with the Seven Star Cross of the Church of Seven Saints hanging on her chest. She was not wearing a nun's veil or hat, as she always did. This was not the proper attire of a proper nun, who should not have her hair exposed.

Instead of her usual monk strap shoes, she wore a pair of Mary Jane shoes with T-straps, revealing her feet covered by black stockings. Her insteps were extremely smooth, without a single visible crease, like a silicone model, breathtakingly beautiful.

Faith slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, crossing her legs and lifting her skirt slightly to reveal her ankles and a small part of her calves. The black stockings were not thick, not see-through, and did not reflect light; their even black color made them appear very conservative. However, this conservatism, combined with her nun's habit, was far more appealing to many men than open sexiness.

Ronan wrapped only a velvet scarf around his lower body, revealing his well-defined muscles, and looked at Faith, saying, "Speak quickly if you have something to say."

Faith ran her index fingertip lightly across her lips. "It's so late at night, can't we talk about business first?"

The implication is too obvious.

Ronan couldn't help but tease, "Do you have that ability?"

“Of course there are, and they’re quite special,” Fries replied with a meaningful smile.

"Oh, that's impressive," Ronan replied in a witty, straight-up line, then changed the subject, "Alright, enough joking, let's get down to business."

Unexpectedly, Faith, who was laughing and joking just a second ago, suddenly changed her expression, her face full of anger, and questioned, "What do you take me for, a socialite, or a prostitute in a nun's habit? To joke with you about something like this?"

Ronan was startled; this woman's change of expression was too fast. "Calm down, Faith, I didn't mean that."

Suddenly, Faith's expression softened. "I'm sorry."

"Are you alright?" Ronan asked with concern. They had known each other for so many years, and her current state was quite unusual.

“It’s nothing.” Faith shook her head, took a deep breath, “Don’t worry about anything, just fuck me.”

Ronan rubbed his furrowed brow. "You have to give me a reason."

“I’m sexually aroused, I want it,” Faith replied.

That makes so much sense, I can't refute it at all.

But that's definitely not the reason, Ronan knew that.

She let out another long sigh, then lowered her head, her face somber. "Actually, I want trust."

Ronan remained silent, and Faith continued, "Almost every intelligence agency in the Western Continent has a thick stack of information about you, even Suleiman has one."

“I can testify to that,” Falek interjected.

“You have a peculiar quirk.” Faith’s tone gradually lowered. “You never sleep around with women indiscriminately. The number of your lovers is not even a fraction of that of a certain queen’s husband. Every woman you’ve been with has been entrusted with important tasks.”

"This is exactly what I want."

Faith said this with a conflicted expression.

She actually wanted to seduce Ronan, but she didn't know how, and more importantly, she was embarrassed. Perhaps others thought that a woman who often did espionage work outside must be used to selling her body, but she really never did.

After hesitating for a long time, she awkwardly hinted at it in a clumsy, joking tone. As a result, Ronan thought she was just joking, and she immediately got angry—not at Ronan, but at herself. She felt like a fool.

“You know about marriage alliances, right? It’s about having shared interests first, then forming an alliance, not the other way around,” Ronan said. “It’s the same here. These kinds of things are just incidental, not like I slept with a woman and then I trust her.”

Faith sighed. "So, you still don't believe me?"

“No, perhaps there was some distrust when you first joined us, but after all this time and these events, you are now on our side. And only with me can you get what you want. Why would I not trust you?” Ronan explained, emphasizing that he was certain Faith could only get what she wanted from him.

Faith's somewhat gloomy face brightened instantly. "You should fuck me, I'll feel more at ease. I'm not a casual person, I'm a virgin. Although I don't have much skill, I'm very wet, and it will definitely feel great."

Ronan didn't know how to respond. He even wanted to ask Faith how she could say she was so wet and it felt so good in such a serious tone.

"Don't push yourself," Ronan advised.

“I didn’t force you,” Faith said firmly. “I genuinely like you.”

For a moment, Ronan was dumbfounded, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

“Is there anything wrong with someone liking someone who can give them what they want?” Faith retorted.

“That seems right,” Ronan admitted.

“I’ve never tried sex either. If I can feel pleasure, that’s great. If not, just use me as a tool for sexual release. As long as you’re happy,” Faith said calmly. “Give it a try.”

"Then, shall we give it a try?" Ronan asked tentatively.

Faith took off her shoes and then her nun's habit. Just as she was about to take off her pantyhose, Ronan stopped her, "Don't take off your pantyhose."

Ronan pressed Faith down, pulled her pantyhose up to her thighs, ripped off her underwear, and then pulled down his own towel, revealing his erect, huge, hard member.

Faith suddenly gestured for a stop, "Wait a minute, could you let Xiao Lai out?"

Falek gave Faith a wink and a smile, then pulled on his robe, put on his shoes, and went outside.

Faith's body is truly beautiful; apart from Didi, Ronan has never seen such a near-perfect physique.

They looked at each other in bewilderment. Ronan gently stroked her skin, which felt exactly like a real person. Being looked at and touched like this, Faith couldn't help but close her eyes.

After a few rapid breaths, Ronan inserted himself.

It's tight, but very elastic, and very moist. You don't need to force it in; it goes in easily.

“Hiss, oh,” Faith made a soft sound.

"What?" Ronan asked.

“It hurts a bit,” Faith said, sounding surprised.

"Really? It won't hurt in a bit," Ronan said with a smile. "But there's nothing special about yours."

As he became fully immersed, Ronan soon realized he was wrong, terribly wrong; Faith was truly special.

It automatically contracts, sucks, and vibrates—it's practically a juicer. If someone else tried it, they'd ejaculate in less than half a minute, let alone make any movements.

With a soft groan, Faith opened her eyes and said in a concerned tone, "Are you impotent? If not, I can reduce your activity level."

"Damn, I can't do it?" Ronan suddenly grabbed Faith's shoulders and began to thrust vigorously.

After a series of vigorous thrusts, Ronan asked, "Was that good?"

“It’s somewhat comfortable,” Faith replied softly, “but not as comfortable as they said.”

Ronan gritted his teeth and increased the intensity and frequency.

After a while, Faith couldn't help but close her eyes again and whispered, "That's enough, just this much pressure."

"No!" Ronan shouted.

Today, Ronan Artes will not stop until he has fucked Faith, this human-shaped masturbator, until she begs for mercy and begs to stop.

Chapter 693 Truly Different, Can't Withstand Provocation, Yet Has This Skill

Soon, Ronan discovered that Faith was truly different from normal human women. Normal women's sensitive areas are mainly on the outside, but hers were on the inside, just like Dinya. However, Dinya still had some human intention and needed skill; she was only extremely sensitive inside when she was about to climax, and her whole consciousness was in a daze. Faith was different. Her genitals were like a mechanical device, receiving, responding, and giving her pleasure feedback, which was completely directly proportional to Ronan's size, hardness, strength, and speed.

The faster it was, the more pleasure she felt.

That's so lewd, it's practically a sex toy.

After one hour.

Faith lay on her back on the bed, her hair disheveled, her eyes vacant, her expression blank, and her mouth slightly open.

Her lower body was covered in a tear in the crotch of her black pantyhose, which was already running. Her vaginal opening and anus could not close properly, and thick, white fluid kept oozing from her red, fleshy hole. She was limp on the spot, her muscles and joints weak and powerless, and her shoes were so loose that they could fall off.

It's like it's been ruined.

Ronan was also slumped there, his chest expanding and contracting like a blower, one hand on his waist and the other kneading his thigh, panting heavily.

He had done it five times in one night with Dinia and ten times with Ambrina from one night to the next, but neither of those three times was as tiring as the last one. Even with his strong physique, he felt like his back was about to break and his legs were about to snap.

Those three times he relentlessly and violently pounded into me could no longer be called sex; it was simply an outpouring of sexual violence.

At that moment, Falek pushed open the door and walked in. Looking at Ronan's appearance, he said, "You're like a child trying to be strong, and now you're just lying here."

Ronan was too exhausted to respond.

“But she’s quite cute,” Falek said with a smile.

In just over a decade, he pulled a declining nation back up and brought it to an unprecedented peak. This man, whom the entire Western Continent feared, looked exceptionally endearing in this state of disarray.

A minute later, Ronan struggled to sit up and looked at Falek. "Men are animals that can't stand being provoked. Whether it's childish or not, I won anyway."

Ronan's expression was one of extreme pleasure. A super sex slave? So what? He, Ronan, would still fuck Faith, who possessed all of this, until all that remained on her face was a broken expression.

Three minutes later, Faith gradually regained consciousness. "I said it eleven times, that's enough."

"You still have a clear memory," Ronan said through gritted teeth, wishing he could get up and have sex with this woman again.

Falek looked at Fisse and asked, "How is it?"

"It's too stimulating, I can't take it anymore. I'm starting to understand why the church has always advocated abstinence. If someone really likes excitement, they'll definitely fall into depravity," Faith said. Reflecting on it, she felt it had gone a bit too far. If it had been reduced to half, it would have been perfect.

Falek couldn't help but laugh. "You're overthinking it. Most men wouldn't act like him, not even himself. And no woman would want to be treated like this, being violently abused and still enjoying it."

Faith breathed a sigh of relief. "Really? That's good."

Having calmed down, Ronan leaned against the headboard, half-lying down. "Alright, let's get down to business."