[ATTEMPTING SYSTEM REBOOT… FAILURE!]
Pip's visual interface pulses wildly with warning messages as the demonkin Sylareth crawls over him like a starving beast. Her ash-tone skin shimmers against the flicking candlelight around the room. Her tail lazily brushes along Pip's thigh, searching for its own pleasures while her black horns spark with demonic magic.
He tries to move, servos whirring and pulse crystals ablaze, ready to leap away, to flee, to escape the sexy nightmare before him, but he finds himself completely frozen in place. Arms, legs, even his pelvic port refusing to heed his commands.
"Na aaah." she purrs as she straddles him with a lazy elegance. "You poor little thing. You didn't think I invited you here for tea, did you?"
Sylareth raises a hand, then a single finger, and then, with a long obsidian-lacquered nail, she gently touches the center of Pip's breastplate.
[WARNING! SYSTEM OVERCHARGE DETECTED!]
A surge of dark magic suddenly courses through him, eliciting a stream of beeps as he loses control of his mechanical faculties.
She runs her hand down his chest with a slow, reverent grace, like a scholar unearthing ancient runes as she inhales deeply. Her eyelids fall close while she holds her palm to his chest, and with a moaning sigh, she opens them again, revealing eyes like molten rubies, focused on Pip and burning with hunger.
"Divine magic," she mutters, sucking air through her teeth. "... how delicious! I've tasted many, many magics and powers and souls. But never the divine. You hold inside you the rarest magic in the realm, little prince."
She leans in close, her shining, red lips brushing against his audio port. "Thank you… you're about to make me the happiest demon in the realm."
Syraleth sits up, tracing her finger around his chest.
"I'll extract your core, study it, consume it, and what's left will be mounted next to the remains of those that came before you." she explains with a grin, sliding her hand further down his systems-locked body. "But first, let's see what all the fuss is about. You don't mind, right, Prince of Pleasure?"
She pokes his pelvic port, flooding it with dark energies, forcing it to activate. It slowly opens, leaking divine light as the demonkin ogles with wide-eyed fascination.
"Ooooh… " Syraleth coos. "So this is what all the ladies have been moaning about."
His pelvic port slides fully open, drowning the room in the golden glow of his gods-given gift.
Syraleth falls back, hand on her heart, her mouth falling open as she gawks in awe at Pip's emerging metal manhood.
"Well now…" she giggles, eyes wide and brows raised. "This changes everything."
With a face twisted into an ear to ear grin, her eyes oozing with unrelenting lust, she grabs his glowing godhood like it was meant for her.
[WARNING! SYSTEM OVERRIDE DETECTED!]
[WARNING! FULL SYSTEM OVERCHARGE INITIATED]
[BOOSTING ALL SYSTEM POWER LEVELS TO MAXIMUM]
Pip's body jerks as he's flooded with divine energy, bursting from his chest as a searing pillar of brilliant light.
"Glorious!" Syraleth exclaims excitedly. "Divine magic! So much power! So much potential!"
She giggles gleefully as she ascends the bed and mounts Pip like a crooked queen usurping a throne.
"Lets see what the gods have built for me."
What follows, is a battle between darkness and divinity.
She rides him like chaos given form, pounding him with a feral intensity as her mad moans reach deep into the pits of the nether realms.
The chamber rumbles in the echoing reverberations of flesh meeting metal, her screams of satisfaction and cackles of carnal delight erupting from her like a hymn of insanity.
Every pulse of pleasure, every slap of skin and every mind-melting orgasm shattering more her self-control.
"GLORY! Glory to the gods!" she cries, dark energy erupting from her in streaks of violet lightning that rip across the room. "MORE! MOOOOORE! "
Pillows fly as the air around them whips into a frenzy, sucked into a vortex of magical energy as Syraleth loses all control of herself, unleashing her power without restraint.
Her next climax brings with it an eruption of dark magic that explodes across the room, blowing out windows, ripping through furniture, vaporizing the bed, cratering the ground beneath them and blasting through layers of brick and stone in an outburst of overwhelming demonic power and exploding orgasms.
The floor gives way and they crash into a hidden, underground lair beneath the bedroom, a chamber lined with skulls, crystals, vials and strange demonic runes glowing red.
Syraleth, still firmly mounted onto Pip, screams in ecstasy as her mind cracks and her magic overloads, sparking across the room, tearing through wood and stone.
Pip watches in awe as the demonkin's overwhelming power rips apart the reality around them.
And then, when it's finally over, she slumps, sprawled out over Pip, steam hissing from her body as she twitches through waves of intense pleasure still rolling around inside her.
Pip's hips clunk, releasing faint sparks as his pelvic motors sizzle and coolant bursts from him in puffs from steam. He gives a nervous beep as the demonkin woman lays silently on his chest, her breathing slow and shallow, her ashen skin glowing with faint shades of red.
She mumbles beneath her breath, too soft for Pip to hear.
He beeps again.
"… I… I love you." she mutters before giggling into his chest.
Pip gives two very confused beeps.
"You're mine now." she whispers as she turns to face him. "Forever."
Her blood-red eyes now soft, wet and quivering as she stares at Pip… swooning.
She wedges her hot, moist body into his, wiggling herself into comfort as she snuggles him tightly, resting her head lovingly onto his chest.
"You're just peeeerfect." she purrs, curling her tail tightly around his thigh. "And you're all mine"
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Back at the inn…
Penelo paces around their room like a rabbit dancing on hot coals, her ears twitching, hands wringing and mumbling to herself, worried witless about Pip's whereabouts.
Vuvi sits at the edge of her bed, smiling widely as she stares blankly at the floor like a daydreaming doll, her red hair a frizzy mess.
Penelo kneels in front of Vuvi, holding her hands in her furry paws. "Vuvi! Please say something!"
But Vuvela Blackthorn responds with nothing but a dead smile.
"Vuvi! Where's Pip?!"
Still no response.
Penelo grabs Vuvi's collar and shakes her with all the strength her tiny bunnykin arms could muster.
"Vuvi! You never let Pip out of your sight! He's gone, Vuvi! WHERE'S PIP?!"
Vuvi only tilts her head, her smile fixed onto her face like a silent statue.
"Vuvi! Please!"
As the bunnykin struggles, a window slowly creaks open and a tendril of violet smoke curls into the room, collecting onto a spot on the floor before swirling into a vortex.
Then, Veena appears, stepping out of the swirl, looking the same as before. Tall, cloaked and hooded. But her glowing, violet eyes now brimming with panic.
"Penelo!"
Penelo spins around. "Veena?!"
"Penny! I'm sorry! Please forgive me! Please!" Veena pleads, her voice cracked and trembling. "I know you've been with her and that metal... thing. I know you're better off without me. But… I need you, Penny. I can't… I can't be out there without you. Please—"
Penelo rushes Veena, gripping her into a tight hug.
"You left me!" Penelo sobs. "You lied and you left and I was thrown in jail!"
"I know." Veena says softly. "I… I was scared. I panicked. But, I'm here now, Penny. For you."
Penelo pulls back, sniffling and wiping away tears. "Then help me! Please! Help Vuvi! Something's wrong with her."
"Penelo… I don't—"
"Veena! Please!"
Veena snorts and turns to Vuvi, her expression cold and calculated. She steps forward, reaches out her hand, and places a finger against Vuvi's forehead.
The hooded demonkin closes her eyes as violet sparks spring from her palm.
"Demon magic." she whispers as she opens her eyes. "She's spellbound."
Veena strains, sparks bursting from her hands. Her finger passes through Vuvi's flesh and into her mind. She pulls it out again, dragging with it strands of condensed, dark magic that had been wrapped around Vuvi's brain.
And in an instant, Vuvi's eyes snap open. Clear, sharp and wild.
She jumps to her feet.
Then gasps.
Then screams.
"PIP!"