Chapter 174: An Endless Supply

On the bed above Bela, Hela holds a fistful of Nela’s fiery curls, guiding her sister vigorously as she swallows deeply between Pip’s thighs, lips parted wide with devoted focus, golden light already pulsing faintly beneath her cheeks with every downward pass, a slick, obscene slurp~ rising and falling in perfect rhythm with the movement of Hela’s fist.

"It’s been ten minutes!" Hela moans, watching with open, unashamed hunger. "You’re going to suck him dry at this rate, and I haven’t even had my proper turn yet."

Nela pulls back from Pip, gagging slightly at the effort, wiping a trail of glowing liquid from her mouth with the back of one hand, pupils blown wide with borrowed power.

"It just keeps coming! I’ve never tasted anything like it, like an endless well of origin nectar. It’s ambrosia poured right down my throat!" She turns back to the glowing shaft pulsing slightly before her, mouth already open and hungry, drooling shamelessly toward his pelvis for another taste, entirely lost to the craving, one hand already sliding between her own thighs like she can’t help herself any longer.

Hela’s eyes flash with holy light, sharp and sudden as she yanks Nela back by the hair mid-suck, a wet, obscene pop~ echoing through the room as Pip’s length gets torn from her throat. She flings Nela clean across the chamber, sending her cratering into the far wall in a shower of dust, plaster, and gold sparks.

"HEY!" Nela yelps from the rubble rubbing her neck with holy healing magic. "I was still milking that!"

"My turn!" Hela says, simply, eyes burning with overwhelming power and raw, undisguised lust. She flicks two fingers, and Pip lifts up off the bed, floating upright, glowing gold, the brightness of his divine member reflected in her eyes as she studies him like a woman studying the last morsel of meat in Elthrea.

She folds herself down onto the bed beneath him, bare bottom held high over the ruined, sweat-soaked sheets, holy power rising off her skin in visible, shimmering waves, golden curls fluttering around her shoulders like a halo made of sun-lit hair. She lowers him directly into herself, shuddering through every inch as he sinks into place up to the hilt, a soft, breathless aaahn~ slipping loose the moment he bottoms out.

Pip lets out a long, groaning, thoroughly satisfied chirp, jerking slightly as Hela’s warmth wraps tight around him, impossibly hot even through his plating, pulsing faintly in time with her own racing heartbeat.

She holds him perfectly still, wrapped in tendrils of holy light, and rides him with mounting, fervent rhythm, her cries climbing higher and faster with every roll of her hips. Every downward roll drags a fresh ripple of golden light across her skin, small, glowing motes peeling off her shoulders and drifting upward like sparks rising from a bonfire, and the air around the bed grows steadily warmer, thick with the scent of scorched linen and something sweeter underneath. Pip simply melts into it, utterly content to let her set the pace, chest glowing warm, systems humming quietly along in the background.

A man perfectly at peace with being worshipped.

Right up until her thighs are slapping against him hard enough to throw sparks and flashes of holy light with every impact, the marble bedposts cracking faintly under the strain, and something in him finally snaps loose.

[Structural Integrity: 74%... 68%...]

[Divine Overload Warning: Recommend Reducing Output]

He ignores it entirely.

[Activating Divine Touch Lv.3]

His arms punch through her magical hold, tendrils of holy light snapping apart around his wrists in a shower of dying sparks. Fresh gold light bursts off his frame in a great, blinding wave, rolling out across the bedchamber and setting every gilded surface alight.

He grabs her hips, fingers sinking into skin that feels less like flesh and more like sun-warmed silk, and unleashes his full suite of pleasuring powers.

[Activating Divine Thrust Lv. 3]

He hits her thighs at full output, three intertwined thrust vectors firing in perfect, punishing unison, each one landing with enough force to rattle the windows in their frames as sparks of holy energy flare between metal and flesh, the pace climbing faster with every pass until her knees buckle and only his grip keeps her upright.

"OHHHHH MY.... HNNNGGGG~!!"

Hela’s composure shatters instantly, every carefully maintained inch of divine poise dissolving into ragged, breathless gasping. Whatever physical satisfaction she’d been chasing gets shoved aside entirely, replaced by something far larger and overwhelming, a divine, brain-melting bliss that floods her whole body at once, crushing her mind into a singular, compressed point of erotic ecstasy.

The eventually climax together as Pip slams into her with one final, shuddering jerk, an explosion of divine nectar erupting from deep inside him, detonating between her thighs, radiating through her flesh as a pulsating waves of pleasure, her mortal mind cracking completely as pure divine-powered pleasure magic overloads every cell and neuron across her body.

A ringing cry of pure rapture tears out of her loud enough to shatter every mirror and pane of glass left standing in the room, gilded frames raining down in glittering fragments around them both with a bright, tinkling crash~.

Holy light erupts from her skin in fluctuating, blinding waves, divine power pouring out of every pore, rolling off the bed in visible rings that ripple outward through the walls themselves, cracking plaster and rattling every chandelier on the floor below. Somewhere down the hall, a bewildered acolyte wonders if the dwarves are blasting new tunnels somewhere below the city.

The bed itself doesn’t survive. It buckles beneath them with a final, splintering groan, one golden post cracking clean in half and thudding to the marble floor.

The blast throws Pip backward off the bed entirely, tumbling through the air in a shower of falling debris and glowing embers, caught mid-air by Nela, who’s already floating there waiting, glowing softly herself now, red curls whipping wild around her in the shockwave, her own skin still faintly aglow from her own task of Pip’s nectar.

She settles him gently against her chest, chuckling down at him with open delight. "I think you actually broke my sister."

Pip gives a small, sheepish beep.

"Don’t apologize. It’s honestly impressive. She doesn’t break easy."

Bela pops up beside the ruined bed, hair singed slightly at the edges, shielding her eyes against the light still pouring off Hela.

"Is it my second turn yet?"

"NO!" Hela and Nela snap at her in unison.

Bela sighs and settles back down onto a pile of rubble to wait patiently, a soft smile settling over her lips as her still-quivering body gently reminds her of what exactly Pip had rearranged, twice, in the last two hours.

The glow finally fades, slow and reluctant, like a sunset that doesn’t want the day to end, and Hela rises to stand on the wrecked, splintered mattress, entire body still shining faintly at the edges, eyes like a pair of tiny, exploding stars, golden curls billowing around her like a personal sunrise, completely ignoring the destruction surrounding her on every side.

She raises one hand toward Pip and her holy magic wrenches him straight out of Nela’s arms, unwinding her hold on him like it was never there at all.

"Hey!" Nela scowls, arms curled around empty air. "You broke the bed, Hela! That totally counts as a turn!"

Pip streaks across the room and slams chest-first into Hela with a resounding thud that rocks what’s left of the bed, sending another marble fragment tumbling to the floor. She catches him in a crushing hug, arms winding tight around his frame, letting out a long, deeply contented sigh against the top of his head, golden curls falling loose around them both like a curtain.

"There you are." she murmurs into his metal.

[Primary Objective Completed!]

[Pleasure Performance Rating: SS+]

[Pleasure Points Earned: 7650]

[Pleasure Power has leveled up! Current Pleasure Power Lv: 073]

[Ability Upgraded: Wind Manipulation Lv. 3]

[Ability Upgraded: Earth Manipulation Lv. 3]

Then she pulls back, cups his faceplate in both hands, and presses her lips to it in a long, slow, thoroughly gratuitous kiss. Holy light pours from the point of contact in a steady, growing stream, spreading down through his neck and into his chest like liquid sunrise poured straight into his core, and Pip’s eyes flare to full incandescence as his whole body jerks and shudders beneath her mouth, systems screaming warnings he has absolutely no intention of heeding.

Bela and Nela’s eyes both go wide, twin expressions of dawning, matching horror, all traces of the earlier squabbling forgotten instantly.

"Hela!" Bela says slowly, rising off her pile of rubble. "What are you doing?!"

Hela finally pulls back, the glow slowly fading from both of them, heaving for breath, slick with sweat, golden hair falling loose and wrecked around her shoulders. She stares at Pip, smiling wide, eyes bright with something that looks a lot like disbelief.

"We are so dead!" Nela mutters under her breath.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Bela demands, hovering closer, arms crossed.

Hela’s face falls flat all at once. She drops Pip gently back onto the ruined mattress, where he slumps down giving a long, satisfied whistle, his chest glowing faintly, his whole frame humming with residual power.

"I got carried away," Hela admits, pressing a hand to her own mouth. She points an accusing finger at Pip. "It’s his fault. He did something to me. I wasn’t thinking straight. He broke my brain!"

Bela shakes her head slowly. "How much did you give him?"

"Clearly too much," Nela says.

"We aren’t even supposed to be here," Bela says, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Let alone hand the Prince a huge power-up. A tiny blessing, maybe, something we could’ve explained away. Not that."

"Maybe it won’t be so bad." Hela winces. "He probably won’t even know how to use it."

Pip’s eyes flicker as a message scrolls quietly across his vision.

[New Blessing Received: Gift Of The Sun Goddess.]

[Additional Pleasure Points Earned: 10000]

[Pleasure Power Has Leveled Up! Current Pleasure Power Lv: 075]

[New Ability Detected: Holy Manipulation Lv. 1]

He sits up slowly, looking around the wrecked room at the three naked women all staring back at him, wide-eyed, rubble still settling faintly around them in little trickles of dust and gold-flecked plaster.

He tilts his head, utterly confused and thoroughly spent.