Chapter 90: Divine Revelations
Pip’s hips roll like clockwork against the seedmother, metal thighs gleaming with a soft golden sheen. She moans and gasps, her body pressed up against the broad trunk of an ancient tree, vines wrapping around her wrists like eager assistants.
Each thrust sends tremors through the earth. With every one, the forest shivers in delight.
Blossoms unfurl, streams gurgle happily, and the leaves above quiver as Pip, the ever-devoted divine construct, works his golden hips like a god-made metronome. The seedmother squeals softly, legs wrapped around Pip’s waist as her radiant body thrums with ancient pleasure.
"Divine," she whispers, breath hitching. "So divine..."
Pip beeps proudly, metal hands braced firmly against the trunk, moving with focused, rhythmic precision. The earth pulses beneath them. As she climaxes, vines burst from the ground, coiling lovingly around her limbs, a thousand tiny flowers blooming in a radiant spiral around her glowing body.
She slumps, spent and smiling, to the mossy earth.
Elsewhere in the seemingly endless garden, the rest of the team meander through the sprawling greenery, staring wide-eyed at towering trees that glow with emerald light and flowers that sing in faint whispers.
Zora drifts above them, mumbling notes aloud to his floating quill. "Chronomoss. Illusion orchids. Ooh... squeaky ferns! Oh my stars, this is heaven."
The witches trail reverently behind him, touching leaves like holy relics.
Vuvi and Veena walk side-by-side, boots crunching softly on a trail of moss. Veena’s expression is tight. Thoughtful.
"I’ve been such a brat," she murmurs. "All this time, blaming my mother. Hating her. I thought she ruined everything. But she didn’t choose the curse. She didn’t create it. She was just... there when it happened."
Vuvi walks beside her, sipping from her flask as she swats away a hummingbird-sized pollen fairy. "You’re not a fool," she says with surprising gentleness. "Just a girl with too much power and not enough answers. We’ve all been there."