It was unprecedented. Never in her life had the Grand Priestess faced such a violent and overwhelming burst of sensations. It was like going from zero to bombing on the most potent of aphrodisiacs—orgasming nonstop with no outside stimulation.
Akamana's knees went weak, and for the second time in less than five minutes, the Grand Priestess was about to go down. This time, however, she balled up her fists, gritting her teeth and as she desperately tried to suppress the eruption of orgasmic sensations and perverse desires triggered by Mithras' blood.
On the other end, the Human Aphrodisiac laughed nonstop, so euphoric that he couldn't spare a glance at the gashing wounds all over his body.
"Poor, poor Akamana. Truth be told, while on the surface my body's exceptional defense and quasi-invulnerability is my most overpowered physical attribute, in truth it can't compare to the drugs in my blood.
