[Attempting System Reboot…]
[CRITICAL FAILURE!]
Pip's visual interface pulses wildly with warning messages as the demon-kin Sylareth crawls over him like a starving beast. Her rose-tinted skin shimmers against the flicking candlelight around the room. Her tail lazily brushes along Pip's thigh, searching for its own pleasures while her black horns spark with demonic magic.
He tries to move, servos whirring and pulse crystals ablaze, ready to leap away, to flee, to escape the sexy nightmare before him, but he finds himself completely frozen in place. Arms, legs, even his pelvic port refusing to heed his commands.
"Na-ah." she purrs as she straddles him with a lazy elegance. "You poor little thing. You didn't think I invited you here for tea, did you?"
Sylareth raises a hand, then a single finger, and then, with a long obsidian-lacquered nail, she gently touches the center of Pip's breastplate.
[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!]
[CRITICAL FAILURE IN CORE CONTROL MODULE!]
A surge of dark magic suddenly courses through him, eliciting a stream of beeps as he loses control of his mechanical faculties.
She runs her hand down his chest with a slow, reverent grace, like a scholar unearthing ancient runes as she inhales deeply. Her eyelids fall close while she holds her palm to his chest, and with a moaning sigh, she opens them again, revealing eyes like molten rubies, focused on Pip and burning with hunger.
"Divine magic," she mutters, sucking air through her teeth. "... how delicious! I've tasted many, many magics and powers and souls. But never the divine. You hold inside you the rarest magic in the realm, little prince."
She leans in close, her shining, red lips brushing against his audio port. "Thank you… you're about to make me the happiest woman in the realm."
Syraleth sits up, tracing her finger around his chest.
"I'll extract your core, study it, consume it, and what's left will be mounted next to the remains of those that came before you." she explains with a smug smirk, sliding her hand further down his system-locked body. "But first, let's see what all the fuss is about. You don't mind, right, Prince of Pleasure?"
She pokes his pelvic port, flooding it with her dark energies, forcing it to activate. It slowly opens, leaking divine light as the demon-kin ogles with wide-eyed fascination.
"Ooooh…" Syraleth coos. "So this is what all the ladies have been moaning about."
His pelvic port slides fully open, drowning the room in the golden glow of his gods-given gift.
Syraleth falls back, hand on her heart, her mouth falling open as she gawks in awe at Pip's emerging manhood.
"Well now," she giggles, eyes wide and brows raised. "This changes everything."
With a face twisted into an ear to ear grin, her eyes oozing with unrelenting lust, she grabs his glowing godhood like it was meant for her.
[WARNING! FULL SYSTEM OVERCHARGE INITIATED!]
[BOOSTING ALL SYSTEM POWER LEVELS TO MAXIMUM!]
Pip's body jerks as his entire frame is flooded with divine energy, bursting from his chest as a searing pillar of brilliant light.
"Glorious!" Syraleth exclaims excitedly. "Divine! So much power! So much potential!"
"Let's see what the gods have built for me." She giggles gleefully as she ascends and mounts Pip like a crooked queen usurping a throne.
What follows is a bedroom battle between darkness and divinity.
Syraleth grips Pip's manhood with both hands, slamming his shaft inside her with a shameless display of debaucherous power. Pip can only lay there and endure, his frame locked under her magical manipulations as she rides him like chaos given form, pounding him with feral intensity as her mad moans reach deep within him, rattling his core-crystal, his body flooded with demonic and divine magic alike.
The chamber rumbles in the echoing reverberations of flesh meeting metal, her screams of satisfaction and cackles of carnal pleasure erupting from her like a hymn of insanity as she savagely impales herself on Pip's shaft, magic crackling along her thighs as they slam into him relentlessly.
Every pulse of pleasure, every slap of skin and every mind-melting orgasm shattering more and more of her self-control.
"Glory! Glory to the Great Mother!" she cries, dark energy erupting from her skin in streaks of crimson lightening that rip across the room. "More!MORE!"
Furniture flies as the air around them whips into a frenzy, sucked into a vortex of magical energy as Syraleth loses all control of herself, unleashing her power across the room without restraint, crimson-gold magic erupting between them flashes and sparks.
"HARDER!" She screams. "DEEPER!"
Long past any physical limits he's ever thought possible, the demon-kin continues to pummel into him with devastating thrusts, crimson light sparking off her horns as each strangling stroke shifts something inside her, her sanity crumbling under the crushing weight of the brain-breaking bliss erupting across her body. Every throbbing touch of Pip's presence inside her eliciting nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure, golden light throbbing through her body with each satisfying stroke.
She heaves her chest upward, arching her back beyond its natural limits, power pouring off her naked skin in billowing waves as each thrust breaches further behind her belly, flashes of light detonating deep inside her, illuminating her body from within with a divine glow that brightens and fades to the rhythm of Pip's penetrations, like a lighthouse lit up by lust.
Her breath finally catches when he fills her fully, the peaks of pain and pleasure weaved through the pressure building inside her as she's stretched beyond the limits of mortal perception, her mind and body bursting at the seams with an overwhelming surge of satisfaction, shredding apart what's left of her sanity.
She climaxes with an eruption of magical power that explodes across the room, blowing out windows, ripping through furniture, vaporizing the bed, cratering the ground beneath them and blasting through layers of brick and marble in an outburst of orgasmic destruction.
The floor gives way entirely and they crash into a hidden, underground lair beneath the bedroom, a chamber lined with tomes, crystals, vials and strange demonic runes glowing red.
Syraleth, still firmly mounted onto Pip, screams in ecstasy as her mind completely cracks and her magic overloads, sparking across the room, tearing through wood and stone. Pip simply watches with delirious awe as the demon-kin's overwhelming power rips apart the reality around them as her body trembles through rolling waves of intense orgasmic aftershocks.
When the last of it twitches through her toes, and vortex of magic begins to face around them, she slumps forward, sprawled out over Pip, steam hissing from her body as she gasps for breath.
Pip's hips clunk, releasing faint sparks as his pelvic motors sizzle and coolant bursts from him in puffs from steam. He gives a nervous beep as the demon-kin woman lays silently on his chest, her breathing slow and shallow, her rosy skin glowing faintly from within, her hair a complete wreck of sweat-soaked curls sprawled across the both of them.
She mumbles something too soft for Pip to hear.
He beeps curiously.
"I love you." she mutters softly into his chest.
Pip answers with a shrill whistle of complete bewilderment.
"You're mine now." she whispers as she turns to face him, "Mine forever."
Her glowing crimson eyes now soft, wet and quivering as she stares at Pip, something like actual affection written across her glistening face. She wedges her hot, moist body into his, wiggling herself into comfort as she pulls his arm around her tightly, resting her head lovingly onto his chest.
"You're just perfect." she purrs, curling her tail tenderly around his thigh. "And you're all mine now"
Meanwhile, back at the inn…
Penelo paces around their room like a rabbit dancing on hot coals, her ears twitching, hands wringing and mumbling to herself, worried witless about Pip's whereabouts.
Vuvi sits at the edge of her bed, smiling widely as she stares blankly at the floor like a daydreaming doll, her red hair a frizzy mess.
Penelo kneels in front of Vuvi, holding her hands in her furry paws. "Vuvi! Please say something!"
But Vuvela Blackthorn responds with nothing but a dead smile.
"Vuvi! Where's Pip?!"
Still no response.
Penelo grabs Vuvi's collar and shakes her with all the strength her slender bunny-kin arms could muster.
"Vuvi! You never let Pip out of your sight! He's gone, Vuvi! WHERE'S PIP?!"
Vuvi only tilts her head, her smile fixed onto her face like a silent statue.
"Vuvi! Please!"
As the bunny-kin struggles, a window slowly creaks open and a tendril of violet smoke curls into the room, collecting onto a spot on the floor before swirling into a vortex.
Then, Veena appears, stepping out of the swirl, looking the same as before. Tall, cloaked and hooded. But her glowing, violet eyes now brim with panic.
"Penelo!"
Penelo spins around. "Veena?!"
"Penny! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" Veena pleads, her voice cracked and trembling. "I know you've been with her and that metal... thing. I know you're better off without me. But… I need you, Penny. I can't… I can't be out there without you. Please—"
Penelo rushes Veena, gripping her into a tight hug.
"You left me!" Penelo sobs. "You lied and you left and I was thrown in jail!"
"I know." Veena says softly. "I… I was scared. I panicked. But, I'm here now, Penny. For you."
Penelo pulls back, sniffling and wiping away tears. "Then help me! Please! Help Vuvi! Something's wrong with her."
"Penelo… I don't—"
"Veena! Please!"
Veena sighs and turns to Vuvi, her expression cold and calculated. She steps forward, reaches out her hand, and places a finger against Vuvi's forehead.
The hooded demon-kin closes her eyes as violet sparks spring from her palm.
"Demon magic." she whispers as she opens her eyes. "She's enchanted."
Veena strains, sparks bursting from her hands. Her finger passes through Vuvi's flesh and into her mind. She pulls it out again, dragging with it strands of condensed, dark magic that had been wrapped around Vuvi's brain.
And in an instant, Vuvi's eyes snap open. Clear, sharp and wild.
She jumps to her feet.
Then gasps.
Then screams.
"PIP!"