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.

Vuvi winced. "That’s ... new."

At that moment, Penelo and Lula peeked around the corner.

Lula gasped, nearly stumbling backward. "By the Great Mother’s petals..."

Penelo just made a small, wheezing sound, eyes rolling up as she promptly fainted into Lula’s arms.

Twenty minutes later...

Pip stepped out of the room.

His entire body glowed, faint plumes of steam hissing from his shoulder vents. His frame clanked with each step, hips rotating just slightly off-sync like his stabilizers hadn’t quite recovered.

Lula and a wobbly Penelo flanked him immediately, ushering him toward the bath. "You need a cooldown soak and a oil rub, mister," Lula declared.

"Ice water, immediately," Penelo added with a weak voice and a swoon.

Pip beeped softly, his lights pulsing pink with bashful pride.

Sera remained in the doorway, watching as the steam wafted from his back and faded into the air.

Inside the room, Mysa lay sprawled across the bed like a well-worn, broken doll. Limbs numb, eyes glazed over, a bliss-drunk grin plastered on her flushed face. Her fur was matted, her tail twitching faintly, and she struggled to hold a glass of water Sera had brought her.

Sera fanned her gently. "You good?"

Mysa giggled. "He took me to heaven. Six times. I counted."

Sera snorted. "I stopped counting at three."

Vuvi re-entered the room, arms folded, her expression a mix of disdain and mild awe.

"You got what you wanted," she said curtly. "Now get dressed and go. And tell your brother to stay away from Pip."

Mysa sighed, dreamy. "You’re asking me to stay away from a god... That’s criminal."

"I’m asking you to stop being a problem."

Mysa rolled over and gave Vuvi a surprisingly soft look.

"...I’m sorry," she said. "For what I did. I was a jealous brat. You’re right to hate me."

Vuvi raised a brow. "That post-orgasm high won’t last, sweetheart."

Mysa just smiled slyly.

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Later that night, in a dim, run-down inn tucked behind the Nettlehusk marketplace, the door to a room creaked open.

Mysa stepped inside, still wearing that stupidly happy grin.

Raenly and Bilorial sat hunched over a desk, the table covered in schematics, blueprints, and scrawled notes. Strange devices buzzed with enchantments and elemental energy.

Raenly didn’t look up. "Did you get it?"

Mysa flopped dramatically onto the bed, giggling. "Oh, I got it! He gave me everything, darling. And more."

Bilorial snarled, sharp teeth bared. "Not that, you damnable wench. The data. The scan."

Mysa blinked. "Oh. Yeah, got that too."

She reached up, digging into her messy hair and pulling out a small, compact device embedded in a crystal hairpin.

Bilorial yanked it through the air with telekinesis and slammed it into a slot on one of the machines. With a sputter and a hiss, a magical projector flared to life above the desk.

Lines of magical frequency, divine resonance, and soul-binding energy arced across the air in glittering golden threads.

Raenly leaned in, eyes wide.

"By the crystal core of the cosmos... look at these readings."

Bilorial murmured, stunned. "He’s not just divine-powered. He’s a divine node. Self-sustaining. Interlocked soul-circuit. No wonder the Seedmother surrendered to him."

Raenly gushed, "It’s like... a perfect convergence of science and divine energy. He shouldn’t exist."

In the corner, a glowing figure scoffed.

Mika, the angel, leaned against the wall with crossed arms and a bored expression.

"You two gonna kiss or what?" she muttered.

Bilorial didn’t even look up. "You’re taking over guard duty. Xenara’s been watching them all day. Time to swap shifts."

Mika groaned. "You’re kidding."

Bilorial raised one long, spindly finger.

She raised her hands. "Fine, fine! I’ll go. But I swear, if I spend one more day babysitting a sentient sex-golem—"

"Divine sex-golem," Raenly corrected.

"—whatever. I’m gonna throw myself into a volcano."

Bilorial arched a brow. "You’re an angel. You won’t die."

"I hate being divine." she groaned.

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A portal sliced through the air above the pleasure house. Mika stepped through with a sigh and descended silently onto the rooftop.

There, nestled in a web hammock between two chimneys, was Xenara the arachnakin. She was lounging with a goblet of wine and a half-eaten cheese plate.

She groaned as Mika landed. "Ugh. You’re early. I just got comfortable."

Mika folded her arms. "Orders."

Xenara stretched with a long sigh. "Fine."

She rolled out of the hammock and cracked her neck.

"Did Mysa get her time with him?"

Mika nodded. "She came back glowing. Literally. She had glitter in her fur."

Xenara snorted. "Figures. I swear, every woman who sleeps with him acts like they glimpsed the divine."

Mika scoffed. "I am divine. It’s not that great."

Xenara chuckled as she opened a portal with a flick of her hand. "Hope I’ll get to test that theory one day with him."

Mika grimaced. "No thanks. I came to the mortal world to get away from divine interference. The last thing I want is to let some golden boy rewrite my soul with his... divine dick."

Xenara wiggled her brows as she stepped through. "Your loss."

The portal closed behind her, leaving Mika alone under the stars.

She turned and looked down, her divine eyes peering effortlessly through the roof and walls. She spotted Pip lying in Vuvi’s room, reclining with a large, illustrated book in his lap titled The Anatomical Oddities and Intimate Customs of Beastfolk Vol. II.

His aura pulsed softly.

Lust. Confusion. Deep, yearning curiosity. But also...

Mika tilted her head.

...Purpose.

Pure, genuine, unshakable purpose.

He wanted to help people. To love. To bring joy. To heal.

Mika exhaled sharply.

"He’s like a walking, debaucherous, lust-filled angel..." she muttered.

She looked up toward the heavens. The stars shimmered above her, silent and distant.

Her wings fluttered once, light sparking around her fingertips.

She sighed deeply.

"...What were you thinking, Mother?"