The morning suns' light pours through the thin curtains of the inn room, casting a warm glow onto the bed where Penelo and Pip sit facing each other.
Pip leans back, legs stretched out before him, humming patiently while Penelo kneels between his thighs, wide-eyed, fully determined and looking absolutely ridiculous.
Strapped to her face is a massive pair of customised alchemic goggles, darkly tinted, reinforced with magical lens filters and enchanted straps, cobbled together by Vuvi to placate the pleading bunny-kin.
She looks like a mad scientist preparing to perform dragon surgery.
"Okay, Pip!" she grins. "I'm ready! Hit me!"
She grips the goggles with both paws, pressing it tightly against her face as Pip nods and lets out a hopeful beep, then, with a dramatic flair, he activates his pelvic port.
Divine light pours forth like a heavenly sunrise rising between his legs.
Penelo stares directly at it, eyes spreading into full moons, her mouth falling open as she's struck with mind-melting awe.
"It's working!" she exclaims excitedly. "It's working! It's.. it's… not woooooah—"
Below them, in the inn's common room, Vuvi reclines at their regular breakfast table, basking in the sun, one hand wrapped around a mug of steaming herbal tea, and the other paging through her notebook as she reviews the week's appointments.
"Reschedule all our appointments for today." she mutters after a sip. "We deserve a break after dealing with a Baroness. I'm spoiling the team."
"How generous." Veena mumbles, cheeks stuffed with cream and berries.
She sits across from Vuvi, alternating between scrawling down notes in perfect, elegant script and inhaling slices of honeyed toast, spiced fruit and sweetened cream like they're trying to escape from her.
"It's not charity." Vuvi replies after another sip. "We celebrate victories in our house. And we deserve it after last night… you especially, Veena." Vuvi smirks softly. "You saved me. And Pip."
As if summoned, Pip enters the room, shoulders slumped, humming at low frequency, eye-cameras fixed to the floor. He falls into his seat, letting out a drawn-out beep dripping with defeat.
Vuvi sighs, not even bothering to look up from her notebook. "Goggles didn't work?"
Pip replies with mournful whistling.
"How many times has she fainted from looking at your… thing?" Veena chuckles between bites of her toast.
Pip sulks as he lifts six fingers.
Veena bursts out laughing, spraying half-chewed bread across the table.
"Veena!" Vuvi scowls. "In my tea?! You're worse than the bunny!"
Veena struggles through an apology, slapping at her chest as she chokes down her food and Pip tilts his head at her, beeping with amusement.
"So," Vuvi sighs as she flicks breadcrumbs off her face. "What's your story?"
Veena turns to Vuvi, brow raised, pausing mid-cough, cheeks still stuffed with food. "Muh whut?"
"Your story. Penelo tried to tell me a couple things about you, but she was crying with a mouth full of grilled mushrooms at the time, so I couldn't take her seriously."
Veena swallows hard, then starts tapping her pen nervously against her notebook. "I, uh, was abandoned." she answers, her usual firm, sophisticated voice slightly wavering. "Just like Penny. I was raised by… wolves."
Vuvi cocks an eyebrow. "Wolves?"
"Um… wolf people. Wolf-kin!"
Vuvi tilts her head and gives her a flat stare.
"Where'd you learn to write like that?" she asks, gesturing to Veena's notes. "You write like a royal scribe, you can handle paperwork, scheduling, arithmetic. And when you weren't stuffing your face just now, you had impeccable table manners."
Veena eyes flicker with violet light as her nerves waver. "Okay, maybe not wolf-kin. But I was definitely abandoned… In a monastery… They taught me things."
"Seriously?" Vuvi groans, rolling her eyes. "You're terrible at lying? How di you convince Penelo—"
"Ugh, fine!" Veena throws up her hands. "Yes, I have a formal education. Yes, I have etiquette and combat training. And no, I don't want to talk about it."
"Fine by me." Vuvi shrugs. "Your past is yours. Keep it that way if you want."
Veena's expression softens as she nods and smiles cautiously at Vuvi.
"Just make sure your past doesn't come back to bite us in the arse." Vuvi smirks.
Veena's eyes widen as she gives a nervous chuckle.
Vuvi takes a deep breath, grins wide and jumps to her feet. "All right team! Finish up breakfast, put on your power-panties, we're going shopping! And you, mister," she then turns to Pip with a smirk and shoots him a sly wink. "Time for some upgrades!"
Later that morning, the team strolls the bustling streets of Market Town.
The shopping district is alive with the sounds of merchants yelling out prices and musicians plucking out tavern tunes, while gleaming storefronts line the streets, showcasing treasure troves of fancy clothes, tools and trinkets and exotic snacks.
Vuvi leads their charge, weaving through crowds, list in hand. "Next up, we need to get nethercite wire, three polatrix conductors, the ribbon set for Penelo, and the soap that makes Pip smell like strawberries."
"And my gloves." Veena interjects.
"Right! And Veena's gloves." Vuvi jots it down.
Penelo skips beside her, gawking at every frilly dress, shiny piece of jewellery and soft set of scarves. "Can I get that matching bangle set? Oh, oh. And those earrings. And, wait, are those edible panties? Veena! Look! Underwear you can eat!"
Pip and Veena follow behind at a slower paceVeena tapping on her note book as she struts, eyes scanning the street constantly and hissing away any woman that gets too close to Pip.
She walks about with her horns fully on display, like black, marble flames curling from her head, shimmering with a sharp elegance. No longer covering beneath a cloak, she walks tall, owning her heritage with a newfound pride and confidence.
He strolls leisurely beside her, mindlessly scrolling through stats screens and status messages.
⌜ System Status:
- Pleasure Power Lv: 012
- Pleasure Points: 720/3200
- Battery Level: 89%
- Power Output: 25%
- Vibration Output: 0%
- Structural Integrity: 96%⸥
⌜ Skills / Abilities:
- Thrust Lv. 4
- Sensual Scan Lv. 1
- Sensual Touch Lv. 3
- Emotional Sync Lv. 2⸥
[All System Running Optimally]
[User Happiness Index: 88%]
Rumours and whispers surround them as they move.
"Is that the golem that struck down Lady Syraleth?"
"I heard his manhood reveal that she was a monster."
"He even has a demon-kin bodyguard, or perhaps his consort?"
After hours of splurging, they reach the blacksmith shop at the edge of the market district, a dark building covered in glowing runes. They enter through two heavy iron doors, inside, the two half-orc blacksmiths, Shrurag and Grogana, both tall, muscular and covered in grease, greet the group with sweet, soot-stained smiles.
"Lady Blackthorn." Shrurag, the taller of the two, says, eyes flicking between Vuvi and Pip. "What brings you to our shop?"
"I need your forge for a few hours." Vuvi replies, holding up a small bag of gold. "I pay well."
"Actually." Grogana grins. "We'd be happy to give you full access for a short session with him." she smiles, pointing to Pip.
He beeps approvingly, but Vuvi's eyes narrow and her brow bends with visible dissaproval.
"Nope." she says flatly. "He's not a snack to be bartered with."
"S-Sorry!" The orcs flinch. "We didn't mean any—"
"Gold it is, then." Vuvi grins smugly, tossing the hefty bag onto a counter.
They both give a soft bow and wave the group inside.
Vuvi turns to Veena and Penelo, tossing them each a small bag of gold. "I'm gonna be busy for a while, go enjoy yourself. Pip stays with me. Meet back here when you're done."
Penelo pouts and prepares to protest but is quickly dragged off by a chuckling Veena.
An hour later, Vuvi giggles gleefully as she twists bolts and etches runes before a billowing forge while Pip sits on a stool nearby, silently watching her work.
"Just hope the sub-plate heating doesn't overload your cooling systems." she grins.
Another hour passes as she loses herself in her tinkering and constructions. She reaches for a tool. "Hey, where'd that rune wretch go?"
No answer.
She turns to Pip, finding only an empty stool instead. "Seriously?!"
Vuvi scrambles through the blacksmith shop calling Pip's name, stopping only once she hears strained moaning coming from a small storeroom in the rear.
She bursts through the door, eyes shooting wide as they fall upon what was becoming an all to familiar scene.
"Mother's Mercy, Pip!" Vuvi scowls. "I turn my back for 5 minutes and you're already hip deep in an orc. Do I need to lock your ports or something?"
Pip freezes mid-thrust, bent over Grogana's muscled body, the both of them glistening with oil and grease. He lets out a short, apologetic beep before he removes himself from between her thighs in a hurry, quickly shuts his pelvic port, and lowers his head in shame.
"Oh, ooooooh." The half-orc squeals through his quick exit. She turns to Vuvi apologizing through clenched teeth. "S-Sorry! But he offered and then… oil happened."
"He can't even speak! How'd he make an offer?!" Vuvi snaps back at her.
"Hand gestures and puppy eyes." Grogana giggles as she pushes herself up on trembling arms.
"I'm not even gonna bother trying to make sense of that." Vuvi sighs, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "I need a rune wretch. Size 3."
"N-Next to the anvil, third draw on the right." Grogana answers with a quivering grin, face flushed as she clenches together her thighs in a failing attempt to hold back the orgasm edging between them.
Vuvi turns to Pip and shoots him a glare before rolling her eyes with an exasperated sigh. "I'll be done soon. You better be too."
Pip cracks off a stiff salute, whistling a tune of appreciation before promptly ramming into Grogana's rear with an intensity she was clearly not prepared for.
"N-Numbing…s-slime." She stutters through a breathless gasp, her mind fighting against her body as well-trained muscles instinctively pushes back against Pip's pumping.
[Activating Thrust Lv. 3]
She lets out long, rasping groans as he works deep-seated tension out of her body with meticulous, methodical, almost medicative care. Her muscles release long held stress as each of Pip's thrust bursts with divine magic, pulsating metal pushing past all resistance, through the pain, leaving only a muscle-melting euphoria that reverberates up her spine like a song sung into her very soul.
Shrurag steps into the room carrying a large jar of dark green liquid in her hand, grinning from ear to ear. "Got the numbing slime." She announces excitedly.
"Too late!" Grogana barks as Pip ravages her rear with stroke after savage stroke, leaving her a drooling, sweat-soaked wreck. Her eyes rolling and breath hitching each time his pelvis presses against her posterior.
Shrurag settles in beside Vuvi, who was somehow still finding her way back to the forge. They watch Pip work with the fixed, professional attention of women who've spent a considerable amount of their lives around forges.
"It's like watching a master blacksmith at work," Shrurag murmurs. "Looks wild from the outside. Chaotic, even. But every single movement's measured. Precise." She tilts her head, following the rhythm of his hips like she's reading a technique off a diagram. "A good blacksmith knows exactly how to treat raw metal to pull the best out of it. Never too much heat. Never too little. Always right on that edge of perfection." She snorts, a small, appreciative grunt. "It's like he was built to deliver the exact experience a woman needs, perfectly measured and balanced."
Vuvi snorts. "That's deep. Would probably sound a lot more poignant if we weren't currently watching Pip pack Grogana's arse full of glowing metal."
Shrurag barks out a laugh as she slips out of her overalls "That's exactly what we want, though. Orcs love a healthy dose of pain with their pleasure. It's in our blood. And Pip just... knows how much. Every single time. Like he can read what our bodies need before we even know it ourselves."
"That actually makes sense." Vuvi nods, blinking, slighting awed as the half-orc beside her casually lathers her thighs and butt with a shimmering substance.
"He truly is a blessing." Shrurag sighs wistfully as she finishes applying numbing slime to herself. "And now, if you'll allow me, I'd like to have my backside blessed as well."
"Of course." Vuvi snorts with a laugh, finally backing out of the room, "I'll be by the forge." She calls back calmly, her eyes taking a little too long to turn away from the spectacle inside before she passes beyond the doorway.
And as she slowly walks back to the forge, she finds heart fluttering hard in her chest as her traitorous mind ponders, without permission, what it would feel like to be a certain half-orc at that very moment.
A short while later Pips lets off a long, thoroughly satisfied beep as he finishes with Grogana, parting carefully from her battered behind, the built up pressure inside her releasing with a pleasantly wet plop. He slaps a buttcheck proudly, impressed by her unyielding grip, which somehow survived the savageness of their session firmly intact.
He leaves Grogana shuddering on the workbench, mumbling incoherently, her thighs still quaking through the aftershocks of his relentless ravishing while Shrurag beckons him closer, her fingers tapping impatiently against her glistening, slimed-up backside.
"I'm ready!" Shrurag giggles excitedly as the numbing slime starts to take effect.
He struts over to the orc and she kneels down before him as the glow from his pelvic port washes over her face. Her eyes stretched wide with reverent awe, shimmering with golden light, her gaze firmly fixed on the magical manhood moving toward her.
[ACTIVATING SENSUAL SCAN LV. 1]
⌜ Target Details:
Name: Shrurag Gorlak
Species: Orc Hybrid.
Arousal Status: 95%
Emotional Status: Lust (Very High) / Arousal (Extreme) ⸥
[New Primary Objective: Grade S Pleasure Performance or Higher]
[New Secondary Object: Pain To Pleasure Ratio of 50% or Higher]
"Hope you're not planning to take it easy after all that." She purrs as she folds down onto the cold stone of the workshop floor, lips quivering with anticipation, her butt perfectly positioned to accept Pip's divine gift.
Pip beeps and trills, utterly delighted as he slides himself into her butt without a second thought, pushing through her body effortlessly as magically numbed muscles entirely forgo any type of resistance, slipping and sliding through her backside like he personally owned the place.
[Activating Thrust Lv. 3]
His shining shaft plunges unhindered, reaching depths within her body that natural law and biological limits should simply not allow for.
[Increasing Thrust Output: 175%... 200%...]
Shrurag responds with nothing more than short, rapid breaths as he works her gut with increasing ferocity until her toes curl tight, face pressed flat against the cold stone, eyes twisted and glazed over, her insides completely hollowed and every single thought she can muster focused entirely on the increasingly difficult act of staying conscious as Pip diligently shatters her body and mind, unmaking her muscle by muscle, bone by bone.
The entire concept of herself being unmade thrust by thrust until all that's left of her mind is very the concept of pleasure itself as erotic enlightenment detonates through every single one of her brain cells.
Pip barely notices, eagerly ravaging the half-orc without restraint. His servos straining, coolant systems venting jets of steam with every stroke, pulse crystals sparking through his seams while he gleefully revels in the sounds of their rutting. Each of his thrusts producing sick, shameless slurps and wet, sticky slaps of metal and against flesh, completely unaware of his complicity in her ongoing spiritual awakening, nor the fact she lost consciousness roughly 20 seconds ago.
Shrurag suddenly jolts up with a startled yelp, eyes blown wide.
Pip pauses mid-pump, beeping in surprise as every muscle in her body suddenly tenses around the throbbing wraith-glass covering his manhood.
"W-What happened?" Grogana groans, eyes half-lidded as her head pops up from a puddle of drool.
"That was… spiritual." Shrurag shudders, breathless, mind blown into a hundred different directions as she tries in vain to make sense of what Pip's pounding had just produced.
She slumps back down onto the floor instead, a slow grin spreading across her face as she guides Pip's shaft back between her buttcheeks, groaning through every inch as his hips end up flush against her arse, and the glowing tip of his divine metal settles somewhere below her ribs.
"Whatever that was," She purrs over her shoulder. "Do it again."
Two hours later, Grogana and Shrurag return to the forge beside Pip, glowing with satisfaction, humming as they share soft smiles and knowing grins, their bodies broken and divinely rebuilt with a new, enlightened understanding of their inner selves.
Guess this is normal now, Pip muses as the two orcs drift about the workshop, floating on air, smiling from ear to ear.
He spent two hours methodically ravishing every orifice they own, and they thank him for it, praise him even. His chest glows a little brighter as he considers how his life was turning out, divine crystal pulsing as his soul fills with a sense of physical contentment and spiritual fulfillment he had never once managed in his previous existence, his self reflection is interrupted by a familiar and very welcomed voice.
"Thank you so much, Vuvi!" Penelo yells across the shop. "This is the happiest I've ever, ever been!" She stands before a smudged mirror, testing out various ribbons and accessories while Veena relaxes on a chair, scribbling in her notebook.
"You deserve it." Vuvi chuckles. "Enjoy it while you can. It's not gonna be all shopping sprees and foot rubs. We've got a lot of work ahead of us, not to mention, a continent to cross."
She turns back to the workbench, grinning madly as she finishes polishing the last of her constructions.
"Now then," she smirks, cracking her knuckles as she faces Pip. "Time to rip you apart!"