Chapter 24: The pain beneath perfection
The velvet, purple canopy of the Blackthorn Apothecary's booth shimmers in the late-afternoon sun. Though admirers still flock to the tent for a view of Pip, the line for bookings has slowly dwindled. The swooning barmaids and gasping nobles now replaced by quiet, post-satisfaction murmurings of those lucky enough to get a taste of Market Town's busiest secret.
In a dark, partitioned-off section of the booth, Pip sits upright on a small, cushioned chair, shifting cheerfully from side to side as steam puffs from his hips. Penelo, humming happily as her tail wiggles behind her, tenderly rubs Pip's thighs with a well-practiced touch, her chest and furry arms slick with sweet-smelling oils.
"The morning sessions went great, Pip!" Penelo beams as her hands move up to his pelvis. "Even that grumpy half-giant was swooning over when she was done. Vuvi says she asked if we provided a cuddling service!"
Pip replies with a proud little beep as he gleefully hums.
"You're too cute!" Penelo giggles. She slowly straddles his lap while biting her lip, resting her body on his chest while she rubs his hips.
"You're doing great, Pip. Everyone is singing your praises out there." she whispers seductively. He answers with a sly beep. "I just can't wait to—"
[Thrust Power Increasing: 5%... 8%...]
"Ooooh," she gasps, as his body's hum turns into a slowly growing vibration. "That's... hnnnngh... oh, Pip!... Oh, my... whoooooa.... crush my carrots... faster, Pip!"
[Thrust Power Increasing: 16%... 20%...]
Penelo's hands slip around Pip's shoulders and her chest falls onto his faceplate as his thrust motors gently vibrate her to the edge of satisfaction. He proudly gazes at her flushed face as it twists with devilish delight.
"Oh... I... I'm... Ooooooh—-"