Reena's final climax hit her like a raging bull.
She bellows a moo that seems to ripple the very fabric of reality itself, sweat dripping down mountains of glistening muscle and milk squirting from her massive mammeries as she leans back quivering violently through a long, intense and mind-numbingly powerful orgasm. She collapses to the bed with a guttural groan before giggling like deity drunk on carnal delight.
[Objective Completed: Survived.]
[Pleasure Performance Rating: A+]
[Pleasure Points Earned: 20]
[Pleasure Power has leveled up! Current Pleasure Power Lv: 004]
[Skill Upgraded: Thrust Lv. 1 -> Thrust Lv. 2]
"You must be a gift from the Great Mother." Reena whispers as she licks white, creamy goodness off Pip's faceplate. "...that was diviiiiiiiine."
She gently brushes her fingers across his cheek, her mouth curled into a grin dripping with satisfaction and eyes filled with something more than lust.
He stares at her silently, a digital smile frozen onto his mind. His soul felt warm, smothered with a deep sense of accomplishment.
He was where he was meant to be. Doing what he was meant to do. Fulfilling his divine purpose.
Reena's eyes suddenly widen as her fingers crawl across his lips. "Oh crumbling cheese curds! I think I'm falling in love here." she squeals before curling up under the milk-stained sheets.
Five minutes later, the cow-girl's steady snoring echoes through the chamber like thunder through a barn. Deep, rolling moos followed between each breath as Reena lay snuggled up, satisfied as sin.
Pip gently wiggles himself out from beneath her thick arm, tiptoeing across the room on metal feet, moving as softly as his ultrium reinforced body would allow him.
His thrust motors sizzle, humming at a low idle while his cooling systems spit out puffs of steam.
[Restoring Structural Integrity: 73%... 75%... 77%... ]
[Overheat Index: 56%]
[Core Cooling Status: Inprogress… 67%]
Pip climbs the stairs of the basement back into the house and sneaks through the creaking halls, poking his head into various rooms as he searches for Vuvi.
He finds her at the apothecary's storefront, slumped back on an old, wooden chair, a small blanket across her lap. She snores softly beneath candlelight, glistening drool dripping down her cheek.
Her head rolls to the side as she mumbles about "numbing-slime" and "vibrating mushrooms". The strap of her overalls suddenly slips off her shoulders and they slowly fold down to reveal a petite chest crowned with marshmallow-pink nipples.
He freezes. His visual interface flickers as he instinctively scans the young woman before him.
[Target Name: Vuvela Blackthorn]
[Arousal Level: 12%]
[Emotional Status: Admiration (Very High)]
He leans over her and tenderly pulls the blanket up to her shoulders as her mouth curls into a mischievous smile.
Pip stares at her for a long time. Red curls dripping down a face gently lit by soft candlelight. Fiery freckles dotting her chubby cheeks. A small, button nose hung low between her emerald-green eyes. And a tiny mouth with lips that look as soft as the touch of a petal.
"Thank you."
She was chaotic, brilliant, slightly unhinged… and beyond cute. But most of all, she believed in him. That mattered. It's all that mattered.
A noise from outside captures his attention. Soft rustingly of leaves, the wind whispering between bushes and cracking of branches that seemed… precise.
Overcome with curiosity and caution, he slipped through a side door of the apothecary and steps into a beautifully overgrown, moonlit garden.
Half-hidden behind giant leaves and swaying bushes stood Maribelle, a blade in one hand and the head of a glowing night-poppy in the other.
Beautiful. Graceful. And completely naked.
Her long, silver hair flowing down her back, undulating like a shimmering ocean as it waves in the gentle, twilight breeze. Her body was a fusion of regal elegance and refined savagery that seems to shimmer, as if reflecting starlight. She grabbed the head of another popping, and sliced through its stalk with clinical precision.
Then she spoke.
"Sounds like you've had your first satisfied customer…"
Pip nods nervously as she turns her head toward him with a calm, unreadable expression. Her icy-eyes focused on him as she softly spoke in tone dripping with intimidation.
"I assume Vuvi has told you about her plan to save the world…"
He nods again as she starts to strut towards him. Her slow, deliberate steps sinking her bare feet into the earth beneath her. Her body moves like the very concept of seduction itself, carrying curves that could crush kingdoms, a planet-ending presence and silvery ice-like eyes that felt like they could kill with a glare.
"Vuvi…" she starts, towering over him as his mental body quivers with apprehension. "She's everything to me. The only thing in this wretched world that gives me the strength to carry on. She's beyond reckless and very naïve. She's chaos incarnate when she gets her mind into something… but above all, she's hopeful."
She steps closer, cupping her hand beneath his chin and pulling his gaze up to meet hers.
"She truly believes in you." she says softly, brushing her fingers across his face with a sensual softness that sends shudders through his circuits. "But if you hurt her… betray her… rob her of her hope. I will rip you apart. Slowly. Painfully and completely."
She raised a hand toward the sky and it screamed in response.
Thick black clouds emerge from nothingness, swirling overhead as lightning ripped through the sky and the garden whipped about in a torrent of spiralling wind.
Vines and roots erupt from the earth around them as the air warped and reality struggled to maintain its structures in the face of Maribelle's overwhelming power.
[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!]
[Threat detected. Power-Level: SSS (Extreme)]
Just as quickly as the magical chaos had started, it ended as soon as Maribelle dropped her arm to her side.
"Do we understand each other?" she asks calmly.
He responds with a shivering thumbs up.
She chuckles as she rests a warm hand on his shoulder.
"But... if you can really help her. Make her happy. Keep her hope alive… then… I guess I'd owe you." she says, a hint of a smile edging on her lips.
She strolled back to her garden, snipping another flower wistfully.
"Her six-step plan sounds like a fool's errand." she sighed. "But… maybe I'm just a cynical, old hag that's given up on this world. She believes in it and she believes in you. And when people believe in something, when they really believe… then anything's possible."
[Primary Object Added: Protect Vuvela Blackthorn (Physically/Emotionally/Spiritually)]
She turned to him, lifted a flower to her nose and gave him a coy smile.
"You're good, Pleasure Prince, reallygood. I'll admit it. You're god-like in bed, and Vuvi tells me you're only gonna get better. But it's gonna take more than some good thrusting and reinforced hips to save this world…"
Pip nods nervously, rubbing together his metal hands as he contends with the woman's words.
"Go rest, little Prince. You're gonna need it for what my child has planned for you."