Chapter 92: Bright Ideas*
"Oh c-crap," Grace’s legs trembled as Diana pounded into her from behind, the glowing light-dick hitting spots Grace didn’t even know she had. In a few hours, Grace would be very, very embarrassed about how she was acting right now, and annoyed at Diana’s smug face. But that was a problem for Future Grace to deal with. "Diana! Right there!"
Diana’s hands gripped Grace’s hips with bruising force, pulling her back to meet each thrust.
The slap of skin against skin echoed through the tent, mixing with Grace’s increasingly desperate moans.
"You like that, rookie?" Diana growled, giving Grace’s ass a sharp smack that made her yelp.
"Y-yes!"
Again, a problem for Future Grace.
Grace’s arms gave out, her face pressing into the bedroll while her ass remained in the air. Diana just adjusted her angle and kept going, her divine construct somehow hitting even deeper.
[I can’t... I can’t think...]
With one final, brutal thrust, Diana pushed Grace over the edge. Grace’s vision went white as pleasure crashed through her, her entire body convulsing.
"DIANA!"
Several minutes later, Grace stared at the ceiling, limbs splayed like a starfish, her body still twitching with aftershocks.