Chapter 98: A Taste of Heaven
Sera stood at the open doorway, sword clutched tight to her chest as her wide eyes locked on the chaos unfolding inside the room.
Pip was absolutely ravishing Mysa.
It wasn’t just sex anymore. It was art. It was war. It was divine punishment and decadent salvation tangled in one.
Mysa, completely undone, howled as Pip folded her into what could only be described as a flesh pretzel, her limbs curled in positions no mortal should survive. The cat-kin screeched in unholy bliss, her claws dragging across the bedpost as Pip thundered into her with mechanical fervor.
Sera whimpered softly.
"Why is it so noisy...?"
Vuvi’s voice drifted up from behind, and she rounded the corner, her sentence trailing off as her eyes fell on the unfiltered spectacle. She froze, blinking at the scene inside.
"...That looks... dangerous," she mutters.
Sera sighs, voice dreamy and faraway. "So dangerous... and sooooo good..."
She grips her sword tighter, as if bracing herself against the waves of pleasure Mysa was audibly surfing.
"I didn’t know Pip could be so... aggressive," she breathed. "And that cat-kin woman is absurdly flexible."
Pip’s servos groaned with effort as he flipped Mysa around, holding her aloft as he continued his rhythmic assault. The cat-kin screamed with glee, her tail wrapped around Pip’s waist, her ears flicking wildly.