Chapter 29: Pink passion and plushy powers
Syraleth's haunting howls crack through glass and stone as she edges on the threshold of her final climax.
Her body trembles and her mouth hangs open as her demonic cackles and screaming magic ring and burst across her hidden lair in violent, crimson pulses of lightning and bliss.
She straddles Pip, her head thrown back, hair billowing in the vortex of dark energy surrounding them. The air fluctuates around her, shimmering like molten silk as reality begins to tear under the overwhelming weight of her euphoric bliss.
"YES! YEEEEEESSSSSSS! YEEEEEEE—"
A sudden flash of pink light cuts off her shrieks of satisfaction.
"WHUH?!"
She barely has time to blink as a small, furious, pastley-coloured cannonball crashes into her like a fuzzy comet.
"GET OFF MY PRINCE!!!"
Penelo, powered purely by alchemically-boosted passion, slams into the baroness' torso with the full weight of a love-starved, bunny-kin goddess.
The impact launches Syraleth across the chamber with stranged yelp. Limbs and wings flail as she smashes through a thick, stone wall, vanishing in an eruption of smoke and debris.
The dust barely settles before Penelo scoops up Pip, who is still frozen to the floor, eyes flashing and beeping in confused patterns.