Chapter 25: The Baroness of Sin and Smoke
[ATTEMPTING SYSTEM REBOOT... FAILURE!]
Pip's visual interface pulses wildly with warning messages as the demonkin Sylareth crawls over him like a starving beast. Her ash-tone 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 aaah." 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! SYSTEM OVERCHARGE DETECTED!]
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 demon in the realm."
Syraleth sits up, tracing her finger around his chest.