An Ear-Deafening Thunder

As Boomer's massive, sweat-slicked body pressed fully atop her delicate frame, their flesh melded in a torrid collision, his thick shaft grinding against her tender passage. Their combined juices flowed freely, a sticky testament to their union, and Elaine's overwhelming cultivation power erupted outward, its pressure rippling through the very fabric of the heavens. 

Above Balfton City, dark clouds gathered, summoned by the divine wrath and ecstasy radiating from her core. In an instant, the heavens unleashed their fury, heavy rain cascading down to wash the world below. 

Oblivious to the tempest raging outside, its fury muffled by the impeccable soundproofing of his opulent suite within the prime minister's mansion, Boomer remained wholly consumed by the divine spectacle before him. His massive, sweat-slicked body loomed over Elaine, his 20-centimeter-long, throbbing shaft poised with predatory intent. His gaze was riveted to the point where his engorged, angry-red glans pressed against the goddess's delicate vaginal threshold, the sight so intoxicatingly lewd that it held him in a trance, his breath shallow and ragged with desire.

Elaine lay upon the altar of silken sheets, her body a vision of celestial perfection, unmarred by any mortal imperfection. The flickering candlelight bathed her in a golden glow, casting molten hues across her plush, snow-white thighs, which seemed to shimmer like sacred relics under the soft illumination. Delicate shadows danced where her thighs converged, framing the sacred junction of her sex—a place so divine it seemed to hum with whispered prayers, a forbidden sanctuary laid bare for his profane gaze.

There, nestled between the elegant arches of her hips, her sexy intamacy was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship—hairless, smooth as polished moonstone, its surface radiating an ethereal luminescence that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat. The outer folds, pearl-white and kissed by the faintest blush of dawn-pink, were as tender as the petals of a newly bloomed flower, their softness an invitation to reverence and ruin. The threshold of her entrance, a shy, petal-soft pink, exuded an innocent warmth, yet it trembled with latent desire, a paradox of purity and provocation. Her slender, flawless labia, gleaming like sea-washed pearls, parted ever so slightly with each shuddering breath, revealing the glistening, dewy inner flesh—a promise of hidden sweetness that beckoned him closer.

The goddess's tender, plump vaginal threshold were forced apart by the relentless pressure of Boomer's crimson glans, the duck egg-sized tip stretching the tightly closed pink entrance into an oval of graceful, almost lewd arcs. Elaine's delicate, pink core, once a shy and unyielding barrier, now yielded under the brutal insistence of his intrusion, its surface glistening with a thin, translucent sheen as it strained to accommodate him. The wet, slippery passage was coerced open, revealing the vibrant, bright-red tender flesh within her sacred cavity, slick with her honeyed nectar that flowed like a divine offering, tempting him to plunge deeper with one forceful thrust, lubricated by her own sweet essence.

The torrential rain battered Balfton City, its relentless drops hammering the cobblestone streets with a rhythmic fury. In the northern heart of the city's center, where the citizen residential quarter sprawled, the once-lively avenues now lay desolate under the deluge. The gates of Zinger Clinic, typically abuzz with patients and practitioners, stood firmly shut, their iron bars glistening with rain, a silent sentinel against the storm's wrath.

Within the quiet confines of his marital chamber, Zephyr lay alone upon the expansive wedding bed, the silken sheets cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth he longed for. With a gentle, almost reverent touch, he pressed a shimmering jade slip to his forehead, its surface pulsing faintly with an otherworldly glow. According to his beloved fairy wife, Sun Elaine, this was an immortal dao artifact, a sacred relic capable of revealing the state of her spirit and soul. As he closed his eyes and blinked, a system-like interface materialized before his vision, ethereal and crystalline, displaying the intricate details of Elaine's soul-bound information.

[Soul Bind]

> Sun Elaine

> Age: 19

> Cultivation Stage: Fourth Layer Dao Lord Stage

> Martial Techniques: [True Spark Spirit Eyes], [Divine Spark Glazed Sword Art], [God Spark Shadow Footwork Art]

> Status: 

 - Zephyr Zinger: Infatuated, deeply in love, yearning to capture Zephyr Zinger's every thought, her heart tethered to him at all times.

 - Boomer Boner: Kind of attractive

> Personality: Envious, sword path cultivator, cleanliness enthusiast, elegant, intelligent, yet plagued by subtle insecurities, unfaithful, lustful

Zephyr's lips curled into a wistful smile, his mind drifting to a distant memory of his past life, where he indulged in simulation games that allowed him to craft a "daughter-like" character to his every whim. He could choose her attire, her accessories, molding her into a vision of beauty tailored to his desires. This jade slip's interface felt eerily similar, a divine tool that let him peer into and even shape the essence of his beloved. With a playful flick of his intent, he added a new status to Elaine's profile:

[Soul Bind]

> Status: [New] Virgin

"Now my Elaine looks more pure and innocent," he murmured, his voice soft with affection. He leaned into her pillow, inhaling the lingering fragrance of her hair scent—jasmine and moonlight woven together. His lips brushed the fabric, a tender kiss as he imagined it was her rosy, petal-soft mouth. "Elaine-chan, my honey, I love you. You will always be my wife, forever," he whispered, his heart swelling with devotion, unaware of the storm—both literal and metaphorical—unfolding beyond his blissful ignorance.

Unbeknownst to Zephyr, his cherished immortal fairy wife, the embodiment of icy elegance and graceful dominance in the cultivation world, was far from the pristine vision he held. 

Sun Elaine, whose frosty demeanor and unyielding poise had once commanded reverence, now lay trembling beneath the grotesque weight of Boomer's obese frame. Her celestial beauty, once a beacon of untouchable divinity, was now stripped bare, her flawless curves adorned only by a lascivious gold body chain. The delicate links, studded with tiny bells, clung to her skin, their soft chimes ringing faintly near her pink, tender nipples and the slender dip of her waist. 

The goddess, reduced to a vision of primal lust, was no longer the regal sword cultivator but a creature of raw desire, her body and mind offered up to a filthy mortal in a debauched surrender that mocked her former glory.

Fat Bull's monstrous shaft surged forward once more, breaching the goddess's impossibly narrow passage with ruthless determination. At that precise moment, a thread of spiritual energy, sharp and resonant, pierced Elaine's mind, intertwining with the storm's roar outside. Her luminous eyes widened in shock, a gasp caught in her throat as the dual assault—physical and ethereal—overwhelmed her senses.

"Grrhhh♡ !!!… Haa♡ ! Fatty… Nah♡ … haa♡ ! Gnnhhha♡ ♡ !!! Wait, no!!! Uuunn♡ … Not too… Ar♡ , haa♡ … Not too fast♡ …" Elaine's flawless legs quivered uncontrollably, her pearl-white teeth clenching as beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, tracing delicate paths down her divine visage. Her voice, a fractured melody of protest and pleasure, wavered as she fought to anchor herself against the tidal wave of sensation threatening to consume her.

Boomer's thick, unyielding penis pressed deeper, its scorching girth forcing its way through the countless honey-slicked buds of her intimate flesh. The tight, velvety muscles of Elaine's vagina strained to accommodate him, each inch of his intrusion met with a reluctant, yet inexorable, embrace. The vicious shaft encountered a fragile barrier—a thin, sacred membrane—and with a single, forceful thrust, his engorged glans shattered it, plunging fully into the moist, secret cavern of the fairy's core.

Rumble!!!

The heavens above Balfton City roared, a deafening thunderclap echoing the violent collision of their bodies. The dark clouds churned, their fury mirroring the cataclysm unfolding within the goddess. Elaine's brows knitted in agony, her moan a raw, soul-deep cry as she felt the mute, unmistakable snap of something vital—her chastity—irrevocably torn asunder.