CHAPTER 82: THE WIND BENEATH A WITCH

Vuvi turns to her drink with a snort.

"Okay. Someone say something useful. I’m emotionally exhausted."

The witch smiles dreamily. "Would you like to know about the source of our magic?"

Vuvi pauses mid-sip.

"...What now?"

The team sits up. Even Zora appears beside Vuvi in a puff of blue smoke, quill already scribbling mid-air.

"We were trained under a dryad demi-goddess," the witch explains, her voice a soft hum that makes the leaves tremble on the walls.

"A dryad demi-goddess?" Veena asks, ears perked. "Like an actual spirit of the forest?"

"More than a spirit," the witch says. "She was one of the last demi-goddesses of the Green Vale. She walked in roots and vines. Fed on moonlight. Her touch turned sap into gold."

Zora gasps. "Do you remember her name?"

"She never gave it. Only called herself the Seedmother."

Penelo mouths the words with a reverent squeak. "Seed...mother?"

Vuvi coughs on her drink. "Don’t read into that."

"She taught us the power of pleasure," the witch continues. "The link between joy and magic. To give is to grow. To receive is to bloom. That is the tenet of her magic."

"She sounds like a druid hippie," Sera mutters.

"She was," the witch agrees. "And she was perfect."

"Why haven’t we heard of her before?" Penelo asks.

"She’s been forgotten by most," the witch sighs. "Pushed aside by time. By stricter gods. But her power lingers. But with the Prince of Pleasure... if the divine pleasure flows again. Then maybe... maybe it’s time we restore her temple."

Ka’Lula blinks. "You have a temple?"

"Oh yeah," the eldest says casually. "Just past the Glade of Giggling Mushrooms. Half-buried under vines. Totally abandoned. We’d love to restore it, but, you know, budget."

"Of course," Zora mutters. "The tragic reality of all holy quests. No funding."

Veena flips pages in her notebook. "This Seed-Mother... could she be linked to the magic in Lula’s book?"

The eldest nods. "Possibly. Her script is ancient. Pre-Kingdom."

Vuvi sits up straighter. "If this goddess is legit, and connected to divine pleasure magic, we might finally be onto the source of Pip’s energy matrix."

Penelo claps excitedly. "Temple quest!"

Zora stands on the table. "We shall journey! To the Glade of Giggling Mushrooms! Through ferns! Through vines! Through—"

Sera grabs his ankle and pulls him down. "We’re not going anywhere until Pip finishes the last round."

Inside the room, Pip releases another round of harmonic beeps, followed by a yelp and a delighted squeal from a witch drowning in carnal bliss. The middle sister lay sprawled across the bed, glistening in sweat as her chest rapidly heaved. Pip looms over her, showering her with thought-waves of gratitude and compliments to her flexibility.

She moans dreamily as her mind is overcome with waves of divine warmth, then beckons Pip closer with a curled finger.

She whispers into his ear-ports.

"Break me."

[Activating Divine Touch Lv .1]

Pip grabs her ankles, folds her into a shape built for sin, and enters with a resounding, rippling thump.

Her reaction builds up through her bones, quivering into her flesh and erupts from her throat as a visceral howl that tore through the cottage, growing to a crashing crescendo as Pip broke her concept of reality with a surgically precise rendition of Thrust Vectors 12 and 23.

"O-Oooookay." she whimpered, face buried under a pillow as Pip gave her a moment to rest between positions. "Something’s definitely broken."

He beeps nervously and tilts his head.

She takes a deep breath and huffs, then a smirk curls over her lips.

"I think I can handle a little more..." she purrs, biting her lip.

Pip nods softly as his chest emits a faint glow. He slides over her gently, folding her ankles over his shoulder, arching her back slightly, and entering her with reverential tenderness.

Her eyes twist, she moans deeply and her mind blissfully drowns in dreamy delight as Pip rides her rhythmically.

"D-Deeeper."

[Activating Power Thrust Lv .1]

Her breath hitches.

He activates Thrust Vestor 16.

Her mind breaks.

POP~

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOTHER OF MEEEEEEERCY!!!"

The middle sister’s scream echoes from the room again, a book falls off a shelf and everyone winces.

"Sounds like the pleasure connection is going just fine," Vuvi mutters. "But you’re right... we could learn something, and he could gain more divine power. Like he did with the water nymphs"

The eldest witch nods, still dreamy. "The Seedmother once said: ’Only the one who gives without asking shall light the stars in the forest’s heart.’ I think your Prince of Pleasure is that one."

Penelo sighs. "Pip is the best boy."

"He is a celestial marvel

," Zora agrees.

The conversation quiets for a moment as the door creaks open again.

The middle sister floats out. Literally.

She’s gliding midair, spinning slowly like a lazy leaf on a breeze, arms dangling, hair frizzed with static joy.

The eldest reaches up and stabilizes her. "How was it?"

She opens her mouth but is only able to mumble something unintelligible through her daze.

"Good talk," Vuvi groans

Pip strolls out, his frame gleaming. He glows like polished gold, steam curling from his joints. Penelo and Lula bolt to him with oil and wipes again. He beeps bashfully, sinking onto a cushioned log.

The third witch stands now, vibrating with anticipation as she practically bounces toward Pip.

"I have been meditating for this moment since we summoned you," she announces. "I am ready. Soooooo ready."

"Any last words?" Sera teases.

"If I perish," the witch grins, "bury me under the lemon tree."

The team watches as she skips toward the room. Pip waves cheerfully to everyone, his pelvis already leaking divine energy.

As the door closes once again, Veena sighs, brushing hair from her face. "Honestly, he truly is a god send... despite his... methods."

Zora nods. "Pip could start a religion."

"Please don’t give them ideas," Vuvi groans.

"Too late," Lula says, scribbling on a leaf. "Divine pleasure, core beliefs... founding texts... Maybe a holy symbol shaped like his—"

"STOP." Vuvi snaps.

They all laugh.

Vuvi sighs. "Alright, after this, we rest. Tomorrow, we check out that temple."

She raises her flask.

"To Pip," Zora declares.

The team echoes with a toast, and in the room, Pip starts his final performance of the evening as a giggle young witch stares at his open pelvic port in, eyes glowing with awe..

The forest stirs gently outside.

And somewhere, deep beneath the roots of the Green Vale, an ancient temple shudders with awakening.