Village Head's Debauchery - Chapter 1390

Chapter 1390: Margona’s Virginity**
“It won’t,” Orion replied softly, sensing her anxiety.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Inwardly, he was surprised.

Unlike Ilse, Avarielle, and Aerialia, Margona was the only ancient goddess who had never experienced sex.

The revelation left him stunned.

How many lifetimes had she lived?

Thousands? Millions? Hundreds of billions?

And yet, across all those eras, her virginity had remained untouched.

Orion had never known anyone with such self-restraint, not even himself.

It left him genuinely impressed and filled with respect.

This was something truly worthy of admiration.

It took him several minutes to regain his composure.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Margona asked, frowning slightly as she noticed the look in his eyes.

“I’m just impressed that no one knows anything about this other side of you, not even Avarielle or Zera,” Orion said with a faint, hearty chuckle.

“And yet, you gave Zera advice on how to treat her man if she ever gets one in the future,”

“Hmph! Compared to them, neither I nor my children needed a partner to reproduce, so I never saw the point in it,” Margona responded with a snort.

“Besides, why waste time engaging in such inconveniences when one could be unravelling the mysteries of the cosmic structure, even as it continues to expand?”

“I’ve read through enough memories and fates to see that the only reasons are pleasure and reproduction, both of which I had other ways to achieve,” she added.

“Or do you think it’s every day I get to meet a young handsome man who saved me from seemingly endless torment, freed me from that good-for-nothing goddess, stole my heart, and whose seed could help me ascend to true goddess in one stroke?”

“If you’ve seen anything, then sign up, because I’ll need one for every one of my children once they are found.”

Despite her words, Margona still felt slightly embarrassed. She had been bragging about this event when, in truth, she had little to no physical experience.

Even if she could change it, she wouldn’t, because she’d rather not give Avarielle anything she could use to gain the upper hand during their banter.

Orion was curious about how Margona and her children reproduced, since they possessed the same trait as the Nymphs. However, because they weren’t of the same race, he knew the process would be entirely different.

But he didn’t ask. Since they had yet to uncover the whereabouts of her children, there was no reason to open such a scar.

“Then buckle up, because I’ll be the first to eat you up,” Orion said with a grin.

Margona grinned back. “That’s if you can handle it.”

She was dressed in her usual attire, an open-chested, blue-fitted shirt that flared slightly below her hips, tucked into thick black leggings made from an unknown material.

The shirt’s long, tight sleeves were paired with netting that ran from mid-arm to wrist, revealing her fair skin.

Over her gown was a black leather waistpiece with mysterious blue embroidery resembling a corset, held together by a beautiful blue gem at the top centre. It cinched loosely around her waist yet still emphasised her curves. On her legs were black-heeled boots laced with blue eyelets.

At this moment, her fur-lined cape lay beside her on the bed, with her blue diadem placed neatly above it.

Margona had wanted to take everything off to hasten the process, but Orion had insisted on removing her clothes piece by piece, especially since this was their first time.

To add a little more spice to fulfilling both his desires and those of his women, they often engaged in roleplay nights where they dressed however they wished. So this was a natural extension of that.

Orion was the only one naked, as Margona had also insisted it would be faster and less inconvenient that way.

“So, where are you going to start?” Margona said, uncrossing her legs and widening them. She trailed her fingers from her black leggings up to her corset, then plunged her hand beneath her big, voluptuous breasts.

Orion leaned forward and laid her gently back on the bed. Pressing his fingers against the inner edge of her shirt, he pulled downward, and as though his touch was like a blade, the fabric tore open.

Margona’s breasts spilt free, her nipples hard, betraying her arousal despite her stoic expression.

She continued to stare intently, as though committing every detail of his actions to memory.

Orion didn’t speak. He continued tearing open her shirt until her entire upper body was exposed.

As he reached her waist, he kept going, ripping through her black leggings until he reached her crotch.

He made a slow, deliberate circle with his fingers around her pussy and inner thighs, then pulled aside the last torn piece of clothing. Immediately, he was greeted with the sight of her glistening pussy, dripping with abundant juices.

Orion lifted Margona’s legs onto the bed in a wide V-shaped position.

Her pussy juices slid sensuously down toward her inner thighs.

Orion looked at the wet pussy before him.

It was a fascination that couldn’t be found even if one were to search every corner of the Material Realm.

It was, quite literally, the definition of a primordial soup.

Despite having no appetite due to his current state, Orion smiled, then dove in with his tongue extended.

He grazed her folds with saliva infused with his magical properties.

A small spark of blue light flared.

“AAHHHH~~~!!” Margona screamed, almost lifting her head in reflex and attempting to unleash her power.

However, she was quickly restrained by Orion’s primordial energy.

Orion pulled back, his gaze firm.

“Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you,” he said. “Before you ascend to become a true goddess, I’m going to give you everything I have so you understand, this won’t be our first time nor our last.”

“I’ll make you plead for it.”

Margona’s breathing was ragged, her eyes locked on Orion’s with a mix of fear and uncertainty.

He took his time because he knew that once Margona ascended to true goddesshood, she would throw herself into unravelling the mysteries of the cosmic structure, just like Seraphina.

The difference was that Seraphina understood their intimate sessions in depth. At the same time, Margona, who had lived an unknown number of eras without such experience, might eventually treat it as a chore just to keep him satisfied.

Orion didn’t want that.

He wanted her to crave it as much as he did.

That was why he planned to go all out.

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it,” Orion said, noticing her expression.

His tongue flickered with faint sparks of bluish lightning as he dived downward, lapping against her drenched vagina lips.

He pushed his way into her slit, each movement sending electric tingles through Margona, who in turn released even more nectar.

He teased her mercilessly with his hands, sliding in two or three fingers, caressing the outer edges, then pulling back to replace them with his tongue in a repeated cycle.

Sensing she was close to her limit, Orion didn’t let up. The liquid on his lips evaporated into thin air as he trailed soft, relentless kisses along her inner thighs, then moved upward toward her voluptuous breasts.

Without hesitation, Orion took one into his mouth, sucking firmly, while his other hand gripped the second breast, massaging it in gentle, kneading motions.

Faint bluish arcs of electricity sparked from his lips and hands alike.

“OHHHh~~ AhhhHH~~!!” Margona moaned sharply with every touch.

Her breasts, her slit, and her entire body felt as though they were aflame.

She writhed under the passion, but Orion’s restraints ensured she could not escape the overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through her.

He switched to her other breast, pressing firmly as though expecting something to emerge, but nothing did. Instead, the flesh moulded into a new, enticing shape under his grasp.

Orion admired it for a moment before leaning up to claim Margona’s gasping lips in a deep kiss. This time, he channelled no divine power; he wanted to savour her entirely.

“Mhhmm~~” Margona melted beneath him, no longer resisting.

Sensing her surrender, Orion released his restraints, allowing her freedom of movement once more.

They both rolled toward the centre of the bed.

Margona’s front was now pressed against the bed, while her back arched upward. Orion hovered over her, his legs straddling hers.

His throbbing, veiny cock was squeezed tightly between the thick curves of Margona’s voluptuous thighs. She clenched around him with deliberate pressure, her legs crossed backwards to lock him in place.

Orion didn’t rush to pull away. Instead, he lifted his hips slowly, savouring the friction as he rose, before plunging back down.

His expression twisted in pleasure as he repeated the motion, up, down, again and again, until a sharp, tingling heat built in his balls, signalling that he was on the edge of climaxing.

But Orion forced himself to hold it back.

Paahh!

His hand came down in a firm slap against Margona’s supple buttocks.