CHAPTER 49: MOONLIGHT, MOSS, AND BINOCULARS

The moon hangs heavy over the glowing pond, its silvery light cutting through the canopy in long, dappled columns. Crickets hummed softly in the warm forest air. A perfect night, at least, according to Mysa, who is currently buried chin-deep in a mossy bush.

"By the Maidens," she whispers reverently, her voice barely audible as she adjusts the dials of her ridiculous binocular contraption. "The precision. The control. Look at the flex on that pelvic rotation. Raenly, you absolute fool, you’ll never outdo this! Blackthorn has built a sex-god!"

From behind a gnarled tree, Raenly groans.

"Please stop talking," he hisses, voice cracked and hoarse. "I’m begging you, Mysa. I haven’t slept in two days. I haven’t eaten. My soul is cracking like a kiln-fired glaze. Every sound of satisfaction she makes is another chisel to my ribs."

"But listen to her," Mysa whispers, grinning so wide her cheeks hurt. "She’s making noises I didn’t even know the female vocal cords were capable of. That’s like... eighth-note moaning in perfect tempo. He’s playing her like a symphonic flute, Raenly. He’s perfect! Perfect! Gods, I need to get a taste!"

"I said stop!" Raenly sobs.

A particularly exuberant cry echoes from the glowing pool beyond the trees as Pip folds Sera over and introduces her to his 8 new thrust vectors.

Raenly clenches his jaw. Somewhere deep inside him, something small and vulnerable snaps like a twig underfoot.

"This is torture," he moans, curling up against the tree bark like a wilted fern. "This is scientific torture."

Mysa, still peeking through her vine-camouflaged binoculars, clicks a dial and zooms in.

"Oooh," she coos. "And now we have guests."

Raenly lets out a choked yelp.

A short while later, at the glowing pond...

Pip hums softly as he kneels by the water, the subtle rhythms of his internal systems harmonizing with the sounds of the forest. The swordwoman, Sera, sits across from him on a flat rock, her armor folded neatly beside her, her dark, muscular form gleaming beneath the moonlight. Her body relaxed, sprawled with the air of someone who’d just won a decades-long war. Her smile was bright enough to reflect off the pond.

"You," she says, laughing quietly, "are going to get me in so much trouble."

Pip beeps once, then makes a delighted chiming noise that echoes softly across the pond’s surface.

He’s about to respond with another whistle when the water stirs.

Two small ripples lap the shore.

Then, rising from the glowing pond like spirits of moonlight, comes two water nymphs. They look youthful, small and waifish, even shorter than Penelo. One has hair like cascading kelp, the other like rippling silver threads. Their skin shimmers with an opalescent sheen, like mist caught in sunlight.

They slowly float toward Pip, silent and graceful.

He blinks, hesitates, and gives a questioning beep.

Sera merely raises an eyebrow and gives a lazy nod. "They’ve been watching all night," she says, tilting her head toward the deeper waters. "Water nymphs. Harmless, but drawn to magic."

The nymph with silver hair circles Pip like a cat. The other places a slender finger on his chest and giggles, a bubbling sound like the splash of spring water.

"Do not fear," one whispers. "We do not seek to harm."

"We only seek to... partake," whispers the other.

Pip looks between them and Sera.

Sera leans back, folding her arms behind her head. "Looks like you’ve made a few more believers tonight, golden boy."

A melodic beep leaves his throat.

The two nymphs, now glowing brighter by the second, take Pip’s hands and guide him gently into the shallows. The water swirls with ethereal light.

"May we..." one asks, her flowing hands wrapping around his inner-thigh.

"...indulge?" the other purrs, lowering herself slowly into the water beside his hips until her chin brushes the surface.

Pip gulps with a nervous whistle before unlocking his pelvic port.

Divine light erupts from beneath the water’s surface, shimmering in a kaleidoscope of color across the trees that surround the magical pond.

The nymphs squeal with delight, and swiftly slip in the water around Pip’s pelvis.

He jerks, whirls, whistles and beeps.

Steam bubbles to the surface as the nymphs introduce his metal manhood to a new range of aquatic-based pressure differentials.

His eyes slowly brighten to incandescence, then flickers dimly as he lets out a sudden and deeply satisfied beep.

Sera chuckles as she watches on from the shore, sipping mead from a travel flask.

"I swear an oath!" Mysa whispers, now perched on a tree branch for a better viewing angle. "I won’t rest until we have the Pleasure Prince in our grasp!"

"Seriously!?" Raenly whimpers, perking up slightly.

He swallows his pride, overcome with curiosity, and claws his way through a bush to peek at Pip.

As his eyes find their focus, they widen into small moons as he watches Pip float just above the water’s surface, suspended on the magic of water nymphs.

"WHAT!?" he gasps, before his eyes roll back and he slumps to the floor, his mind overwhelmed and his ego shattered.

As one of the nymphs swirl into the air above Pip, like an aquatic angel, her body shifts and morphs around him until she’s perfectly positioned, straddling him, face to face.

She beckons him to begin.

[Target Name: Unknown]

[Species: Water Nymph]

[Arousal Status: 95%]

[Emotional Status: Lust / Hunger]

[Target Pleasure Objective: Satisfy & Provide]

Pip activates his full suite of powers, and as he releases his divine magic into the nature-spirit she pulses with light and energy. Her screams of delight echo like gentle waves crashing on the shore. Deep, intense and reverberating with the beauty and power of nature.

Her body ripples as she quivers through climaxes, pulses of light erupting inside her as Pip pumps her full of pleasure beyond anything she had ever known.

The second nymph, waiting in the water below them, and unable to contain her lustful excitement, grabs Pip and pulls him under.

Pip bubbles out a beep, finding himself in a blueish blur of liquid flesh and seduction as the nymph weaves around him beneath the surface, grabbing him in a swirl of bubbles and mounting him in a way he barely comprehends.

[Activate Thrust Lv. 5]

[Thrust output increased to 250%]

Her howls of delight register only as a haze of bubbles breaching the surface, followed by a frothy foam as Pip’s relentless thrusts churns up the water while he slowly drowns the nymphs mind in blissful satisfaction.

He breaks the surface first. Eye-cameras flickering as he scans the area and triangulates his position.

The surface then shimmers as the nymphs slowly exits after him.

Where once stood two petite nymphs now rose regal beings. Tall, graceful, statuesque. Their hair flowing like rivers of light. Their eyes burning with ancient power, reborn through pleasure and purpose.

Pip tilts his head, mesmerized.

They don’t speak, not with words, but through a blooming emotion that echoes inside his divine core.

They are thankful.

Reawakened.

And devoted.

Pip’s HUD begins to flicker.

[Multiple Objectives Completed!]

[Average Pleasure Performance Rating: S+]

[Pleasure Points Earned: 165]

[Pleasure Power has leveled up! Current Pleasure Power Lv: 023]

[Skill Upgraded: Thrust Lv. 5 - Power Thrust Lv. 1]

[Skill Upgraded: Sensual Touch Lv. 4 - Sensual Touch Lv. 5]

[Spiritual Achievement Unlocked: Saviour of the Vale]

[Additionl Pleasure Points Earned: 3000]

[Pleasure Power has leveled up! Current Pleasure Power Lv: 028]

[Skill Upgraded: Sensual Touch Lv. 5 - Divine Touch Lv. 1]

[New Skill Unlocked: Moisture Manipulation Lv. 1]

[New Skill Unlocked: Spiritual Communication Lv. 1]

Then, Pip’s divine crystal suddenly sparks, the glow in his chest burning brighter.

Sera, watching from the shore, gives a low whistle.

"Never seen an orgasm do that."