Chapter 186: Weapons To Whimpers

A while later, considerably longer than the two minutes originally promised, Pip finally emerges from the room, slick head to toe in a mixture of fluids Penelo and Lula silently agree not to ask about. Through the open doorway behind him, the small chamber looks like it’s weathered a minor hurricane, sheets twisted half off the mattress, the basin of fresh water knocked clean onto its side.

Maribelle lies in a crumpled, boneless heap on the bed itself, mumbling contentedly into a small puddle of her own drool, heat still radiating slowly off her naked, sweat-covered body.

"I never in my life thought I’d see Vuvi’s mother like that." Penelo giggles.

Raikya chuckles at the sight, then claps her hands together, businesslike. "Come on, we need to move... Lula’s been alone with Eris for thirty minutes, hope she’s ok.

"We’ll have to give him a quick wipe-down on the way." Penelo states, already moving.

They fall into step around him, dragging damp towels soaked in herbal spirits and perfume across his frame as they walk, working fast and efficient. Penelo scrubbing at his shoulders, Raikya buffing the plating along his hips to a fresh shine. By the time they reach the next door down the hallway, he looks reasonably presentable again, if a little worse for wear.

They knock.

It clicks open a few moments later, and Lula slips out, holding a moist hand up in front of her own face like it might lunge at her without warning.

Penelo and Raikya both freeze, worry creeping into their own faces as Lula looks utterly shell-shocked, eyes locked wide and unblinking on her own fingers.

"What exactly happened in there?" Raikya asks, sniffing at the hand before quickly jerking back.

"I had no idea," Lula mutters, shaking her head slowly. "that my hand could do that to a woman." She swallows. "I genuinely don’t know if I should be proud or concerned."

"You’re absolutely showing us exactly what you did to Eris with that hand." Penelo laughs.

"After you wash it!" Raikya giggles as Lula’s grin spreads, slow and wide, eyes flaring with sudden mischief.

A moment later, Pip slips through the door, the other three calling soft wishes of luck after him before it swings shut. Inside, the room the sits dim and heaving, the air thick with the unmistakable scent of a woman edging hard toward the very brink of sexual desperation.

Pip freezes the instant he spots Eris, peeking up at him from beneath the tangled sheets at the foot of the bed, body hidden in sweat-soaked linens, eyes glowing a low, molten crimson in the near-total dark.

"Reveal your weapon!" She demands.

Pip chirps, gives a nervous little nod, and activates his pelvic port.

Eris’s eyes go wide beneath the sheets as he golden light fills the room, creeping up the bed towards her face, lighting up her fangs as she grins with hunger and anticipation both. Her tail pokes free, thrashing hard against the mattress.

"Even greater than the rumors say." She purrs as she licks her lips, slow and deliberate. "I’m impressed."

She rises up, sheets sliding away from her body in one smooth motion. She grins as her skin glows faintly with magic power burning from deep within. Rose-tinted and intricately decorated with scars and tattoos, Eris’ body looked like a temple built to beauty and destruction alike. Muscles that looked carved by master masons, breasts that seems to fill Pip’s entire visual processing capacity at once. A physique radiating so much overwhelming aura and dripping sexual desire, the air around it fluctuates as if reality itself struggles to contain all of it.

"My body is a weapon too." She smirks, beckoning him closer with two fingers. "Let us begin."

[Target Name: General Eris, First Sword Of The Demon Royal Gaurd]

[Species: Demon-kin]

[Arousal Status: 104%]

[Emotional Status: Lust / Desperation/ Hunger]

[Target Pleasure Objective: Legendary Satisfaction - Grade SSS]

Pip shakes his hands loose at his sides, steam venting off his collar in short bursts, and lets out a sharp, shrieking beep before launching himself straight at her, both hands aimed squarely for her heaving chest. They collide, both her hands closing around his glowing member, in the same instant his hands close around her breasts.

She grins, eyes flashing with pure, carnal hunger. "I’ve been waiting for this battle longer than you know, construst. Don’t you dare dissapoint me."

Her horns flash crimson, and the two of them lift clean off the bed as she mounts him mid-air, legs winding tight around his waist as she guides him into her with both hands, crimson magic crackling in thin arcs along the length of her thighs, the two of them hovering a full foot above the ruined sheets like the room itself has given up obeying gravity in their presence.

Pip’s servos spin up like jet engines gathering thrust, holy light venting in bright, pulsing streams from his hips. He grabs a handful of her butt in each palm, drags her fully down into place against his hips and unleashes his powers of pleasure.

[ACTIVATING HOLY THRUST LV, 1]

The demon-kin’s eyes twist over themselves, lips bitten so hard they almost draw blood as warm holy light floods out between her thighs. He sinks into her in slow, measured, punishing strokes, pressing past every physical limit she has, reaching down deeper still, into something that feels less like a body and more like the very depths of her soul. Her eyes roll back as a shudder rolls up from between her legs, rattling every bone in her body until it settles in her skull.

[INCREASING THRUST: 180%... 250%... 300%]

A scream starts building low in her chest as her breath hitches through each new rhythm, time losing all means as thrust after thrust steals every coherent thought she still tries to hold onto. She tries to fights it, every quivering muscle locked rigid against the overwhelming force rolling through her hips as Pips slides every holy-powered inch through her. Sparks biting against her thighs with every slap of impact, pleasure detonating across her mind with every single pulse of holy power he pumps into her.

She claps a hand over her own mouth, trying to vain to muffle the scream as Pip’s pressure pushes all the air from her lungs. She sinks against his chest, gasps for breath, melting along the length of him as he fills every corner of her, body and mind both, with his glowing presence, the crackling crimson magic along her thighs guttering out one arc at a time as her focus fractures completely around the power pulsing out from him while holy light pours out from deep inside her.

A soft whimper slips out into his chest at last, breath hitching through one long, thoroughly wrecked moan, and her whole, sweat-soaked body slumps back onto the bed, boneless, blissed out somewhere far past what her mind can properly process.

"I concede..." she manages through quivering breath. "You... win."

[Pleasure Objective Failed!]

[Average Pleasure Performance Rating: SS]

A jet of steam bursts of of Pip’s spine, his eyes flashing crimson briefly as he reads the message across his vision.

Pip steels his resolve, unwilling to accept failure, not when Eris thanked him for it.

He leans over her, and a wave of pure thought floods out of him, washing across every cell of her body. Gratitude, immense and warm.

Eris smiles, soft, running a hand along his faceplate. "You’ve earned it, Prince. That was—"

Then another thought-wave hits her.

Pure, unrelenting, lust-filled hunger.

Pip’s eyes flash gold and Eris squeals with joy as he flips her onto her belly without warning, hauls her hips back flush against his, and closes a fist tight around her hair.

She cackles with delight, arching her back to its absolute limit, wings flaring, riding the motion of his hips with wild, grinning relish, eyes rolled halfway back as her own fingers work frantically between her thighs, servo-driven thrusts cycling through vector after vector, tearing hitching moan after deep, dizzying groan out of the demon general with every single pass, sweat and magic both sheening bright along her spine as she ecstatically endures stroke after devastatingly intense stroke.

A shriek tears loose as another climax rips clean through every muscle, her whole frame seizing rigid before collapsing forward, Pip’s grip on her hair the only thing keeping her upright at all.

Barely conscious, mind shoved somewhere well past the outer edge of sexual satisfaction, Pip seizes the opening to finish the job thoroughly, twisting her tail up over his arm, lifting her hips a few inches higher, and sliding seamlessy in between buttchecks.

Eris jerks upright with a gasp, breath completely caught as Pip brings her into a completely new field of battle. Eyes rolled completely back, a toe-curling shudder tearing through her whole body from horn to tail as he fills her from a entirely different and utterly unexpected angle.

She reaches back with one hand, claws digging hard into his chest plating as her face sinks into the sheets, muffling her screams of pain-filled pleasure, sparks pulsing down her back with each spine-shaking thrust.

"Don’t! Stop!" She chokes out, a single, ragged plea peeling from lips, her thighs slick and soaked as she gushes uncontrollably beneath Pip’s non-stop pounding.

Pip complies with every carnal ambition his neuro-circuits can produce, crushing every preception the demon general had about him, her, sex, everything. Rewritting her entire concept of satisfaction around the very shape of his shaft as he fills her so deeply, and destructively, his divine glow seems to erupt from the very seams of her soul. Holy light pulsing at the base of her spine with each electric thrust of his hips against her backside. Eris, discovering in realtime, parts of herself she didn’t even know could feel so pleasured as she gets ravaged raw by Pip’s relentless rhythm.

At the door, three sets of eyes stare in absolute, reverent, mind-blown awe as a demon general, one of the most feared warriors in all of Elthrea, gets wrecked well past any concept of satisfaction any of them had ever thought physically possible.

"I-I think..." Penelo swallows hard, throat bobbing visibly. "He’s been going easy on us."

"I think I prefer easy mode." Raikya mutters, wiping at her own eyes.

Ka’Lula just stares on, a thin trail of drool sliding slow down her chin, gasping softly each time Pip’s pumping tears out another muffled scream from deep within the demon general.