Chapter 180: The Power of Pleasure

"AH~"

Vhalla came from the single slam, her pussy clamping around his dick, juices spraying out like a high-pressure water jet.

"Cumming two times for two shots, that's crazy. So, how about I ask you again."

He pulled out, leaving her trembling.

"Answer my question correctly and I won't move at all. So, tell me the truth. Do you think I'm the most handsome man ever?" Kaisen looked at her with a smug grin.

Vhalla was moaning, coming down from her orgasm. He wasn't moving, but the pain and pleasure still mingled as his dick remained inside her.

"F-fuck you, vermin. There's no way a-ahhh~ no way a vermin like you is the m-most handsome man I have e-ever seen."

Despite panting and drooling, she managed to speak. Kaisen smiled again, shaking his head.

"That's a bad answer, Aveline."

Pluck~

Another hard thrust.

"FUUCKKKK~"

Vhalla came again, her pussy spraying more juices. This time, though, it wasn't just pussy juices. There was something else, a slick substance that coated his dick like oil.

"Damn, your virgin blood has tainted my body, Aveline..."

Kaisen leaned in, whispering in her ear, his voice like a vampire's silk-spun promise. Her eyes widened in shock.

Blood? She never thought she still had her hymen intact after all these years.

"You know what that means, eh?"

Her thoughts were interrupted, Kaisen's words wrapping around her mind like a predator's claws.

"Now, now, Aveline, let's see that pretty face when you moan and cum. Show me."

Kaisen teased, pulling her arms. She resisted, struggling like a cat being forced into a bath, but Kaisen had other plans.

He grabbed her legs and slung them over his shoulders, putting her in a classic missionary position.

She tried to resist, but in a world where levels ruled like the ultimate scoreboard, she was firmly on the losing end.

Kaisen, ever the opportunist, seized her hands and hoisted them above her head, pinning them down as if he were claiming the highest score on the leaderboard.

"Wow... you're even more stunning up close."

He said, making her pupils shake as she looked away, trying to focus on anything but him. His chuckle was low and mischievous.

"Let's just... fuck away all our differences and frustrations, alright?"

He leaned down, their eyes locking, her face a mix of defiance and anticipation. It was a silent acknowledgment, a green light for him to proceed.

And proceed he did, plowing her in every position imaginable. Missionary, pretzel dip—he was like a kid in a candy store, trying out every flavor.

Since it was her first time, he took the lead, doing all the heavy lifting.

There would be plenty of time for more adventurous escapades later; he didn't want to scare her off.

For the first time in 7 millennia, Vhalla felt like a kid in a candy store, reveling in the newfound pleasure.

She came dozens of times, never once saying she'd had enough, as if she was trying to make up for lost time.

But even the mightiest have their limits.

After several hours of a wild, bed-breaking romp-more like ground-breaking romp, Kaisen finally lay sprawled on top of her, his head resting on her heavenly breasts like they were the comfiest pillows in existence.

Both of them were panting like marathon runners who'd just crossed the finish line.

And so, the Queen of Darkness was defeated—not by power or epic battles, but by sheer pleasure, ending the long-awaited story in the most unexpected way.