Chapter 85: A Meeting With Mysa
Pip sits at the edge of the glowing forest pool, ankles dipped in the water, legs slightly apart, still dazed and rebooting.
His optics blink a few times as he scans the mossy trees, the moonlight glinting off his golden plating.
A low whistle escapes him.
Mysa is already back between his legs.
She places a hand on his faceplate, cupping it with gentle warmth. "You blinked out for a second, big guy. Just a quick nap. Everything’s totally fine."
She eases upward out of the water, droplets gliding across her curves like they were hand-painted by the gods. Her eyes smolder and her smile promises both sin and salvation.
"Let’s carry on... right where we left off."
Pip gives a delayed scan of her, head to toe, then lets out a long, slow whistle of admiration.
His head tilts. His optics shimmer.
A slow nod follows.
She giggles and sinks back between his thighs.
His pelvic port clicks open with a golden glow. Pip leans back on his palms with a whistling sigh that sounds suspiciously pleased.