"Oh c-crap," Grace’s legs trembled as Diana pounded into her from behind, the glowing light-dick hitting spots Grace didn’t even know she had. In a few hours, Grace would be very, very embarrassed about how she was acting right now, and annoyed at Diana’s smug face. But that was a problem for Future Grace to deal with. "Diana! Right there!"
Diana’s hands gripped Grace’s hips with bruising force, pulling her back to et each thrust.
The slap of skin against skin echoed through the tent, mixing with Grace’s increasingly desperate moans.
"You like that, rookie?" Diana growled, giving Grace’s ass a sharp smack that made her yelp.
"Y-yes!"
Again, a problem for Future Grace.
Grace’s arms gave out, her face pressing into the bedroll while her ass remained in the air. Diana just adjusted her angle and kept going, her divine construct sohow hitting even deeper.
[I can’t... I can’t think...]
With one final, brutal thrust, Diana pushed Grace over the edge. Grace’s vision went white as pleasure crashed through her, her entire body convulsing.
"DIANA!"
Several minutes later, Grace stared at the ceiling, limbs splayed like a starfish, her body still twitching with aftershocks.
Diana had just finished railing her for the—fourth ti? Fifth? She’d lost count sowhere after Diana bent her over a random rock and fucked her until her legs gave out.
"You still with , rookie?" Diana smacked Grace’s butt. Her voice sounded way too amused for soone who’d just pounded another person’s brains out.
Grace managed a grunt that might have been "yes" or might have been "please call a healer, I think you broke sothing inside ."
The bedroll shifted as Diana flopped down beside her.
That was new. Usually, Diana would just get up, pat whoever she had sex with on the head like a puppy who’d learned a new trick, and swagger off to find her next victim—er, partner.
"You’re getting better," Diana said, stretching her arms above her head, boobs bouncing with the movent. "That thing you did with your hips? Nice improvisation."
"Thanks," Grace mumbled into the pillow. "I learned from a pro."
Diana laughed, the sound warming Grace’s chest in a way that had nothing to do with sex.
"I am pretty amazing, aren’t I?"
"And so humble."
They lay there in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound their gradually slowing breaths. Grace felt her curiosity bubble up.
"Can I ask you sothing?"
"You just did."
Grace rolled her eyes.
"About that... thing you make." She gestured vaguely toward Diana’s crotch.
"My cock~?" Diana raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. That."
Diana grinned and sat up.
"What about it?"
"How does it work? I an, I know it’s made of divine light, but..."
With a casual flick of her wrist, Diana materialized it again—a perfect golden shaft between her legs, glowing softly in the dim tent.
"Light manipulation. Like I said before, Venus taught the basics, but I improved on the design." Diana ran her fingers along its length like she was showing off a prize-winning vegetable. "The trick is to make it solid while keeping it sensitive."
Grace propped herself up on her elbows, fascinated despite her exhaustion.
"You can feel it?"
"Every inch. That’s the fun part," Diana winked. "Why do you think I enjoy using it so much? It’s connected to my senses. When I’m inside soone, I feel everything."
"Huh." Grace reached out, poking it. Diana’s sharp intake of breath and "whoa, still sensitive" confird she was telling the truth. "That’s actually pretty cool."
[So I wasn’t just getting screwed—I was getting screwed by sothing she could actually feel.] Grace blinked. [That’s... weirdly hot.]
"Sooo, wanna learn how to make one?"
Grace’s eyes widened.
"I can do that?"
"I an, if Venus successfully taught , I don’t see why a part-ti Love Sister like you can’t do it." Diana shrugged. "Takes practice, though. Lots of practice."
As if on cue, Grace’s System pinged:
「New Technique Available: Divine Extension」
「Requirents: 50 Love, Sexual Experience with Divine Light Construct」
「Current Love: 45/100」
「Learn this technique through dedicated practice with a skilled user」
[Of course there’s a System notification for divine... dicks. Why wouldn’t there be? What’s next, a quest to suck ten of them? ’Divine Fellatio: 0/10’?]
She swore she almost heard sothing like "don’t tempt " in the back of her head.
Grace groaned and flopped back onto the pillow.
"If we ’practice’ any more today, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. My body needs a vacation. A long one. Possibly with ice packs."
"Fair point." Diana dismissed her light construct and stood up, stretching like a satisfied cat. "Rest up, rookie. Only two days until the new moon."
The ntion of their deadline sobered Grace instantly. Two days until she faced The Tide again. Two days to figure out how to use the pearl they’d found.
[Two days until I have to seduce a water goddess. No pressure.]
"For what it’s worth... You’re not entirely hopeless, I guess."
"I hope you’re right."
"I’m always right." Diana pulled on her shorts—her only concession to clothing—and headed for the tent flap. "Get so sleep."
[Sure. Sleep. Right after I regrow my spine that you just screwed out of .]
---
The afternoon sun was harsh after the dim tent.
Grace squinted as she walked through the refugee camp, nodding to villagers who greeted her with thinly disguised awe. Word had spread about the angels’ mission, and Grace’s "morale boosting" activities hadn’t exactly been discreet.
[Great. Now I’m the village bicycle. Venus would be so proud.]
She spotted an elderly woman sitting outside a makeshift shelter, weaving what looked like ceremonial wreaths from seaweed and shells.
"What are those for?" Grace asked, crouching beside her.
The old woman looked up, her wrinkled face breaking into a gap-toothed smile.
"For the offering, of course. The new moon celebration."
"Celebration?" Grace’s interest perked up. "What kind of celebration?"
"Since before my grandmother’s ti, we’ve honored Mother Ocean during the new moon. We give offerings, sing songs." She tied off another wreath. "Though this year feels different. The water calls more strongly."
"And these wreaths are offerings?"
The woman nodded.
"We place them in the water at midnight. If Mother Ocean accepts them, the tide takes them away. If not..." She shrugged. "Bad fishing for a month."
[Mother Ocean. The Tide. Sa thing, different na, I’m guessing. Just my luck, having to try seducing a primordial being.]
"What happens during this celebration, exactly?"
"Oh, the usual. Singing, dancing. Then at midnight, we all go to the shore. The elders speak the ancient words, and we give our offerings." The woman’s eyes clouded. "So say... so say Mother Ocean will take more than wreaths this ti."
A chill ran down Grace’s spine.
"What do you an?"
"People have been having dreams. Dreams of walking into the sea. Becoming one with the water." The old woman’s hands trembled. "My daughter had such dreams. Then her lips turned blue, and she walked into the waves three days ago."
[... Fuck.]
Grace placed a gentle hand on the woman’s shoulder.
"I’m sorry."
"Will you help us, angel? Will you stop Mother Ocean from taking us all?"
"I’ll try," Grace promised. "I’ll do everything I can."
[Even if that ans fucking a water spirit or whatever. Which, given my recent track record, seems increasingly likely.]
Standing, Grace surveyed the camp. She spotted Petriel tending to a child with a scraped knee, her gentle healing light glowing around her hands. But ridian was nowhere to be seen.
[Wait a minute.]
Grace approached Petriel after she finished with the child.
"Have you seen ridian?"
Petriel looked up, her golden eyes troubled.
"She said she wanted to examine the temple we found. To look for more information about the artifact."
"Alone?" Grace’s heart sank. "When did she leave?"
"About an hour ago. She insisted she’d be fine." Petriel bit her lip. "I tried to stop her, but you know how she gets when she’s pursuing knowledge."
[Crap. Super crap. The biggest crap. Why is ridian so fucking stupid for soone so smart?]
Grace sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Just what they needed—their scholar wandering into The Tide’s territory alone, probably scribbling notes while water zombies circled her.
"I should go after her."
Petriel nodded.
"I thought you might say that. Should I co with you?"
Grace considered it. On one hand, having Petriel’s healing abilities might be useful. On the other, if sothing happened to both of them...
"No. Stay here with Diana. If we’re not back by sunset, tell her what happened."
[And tell her it’s not my fault ridian has the self-preservation instincts of a lemming.]
"Be careful," Petriel said, squeezing Grace’s hand. "The Tide might be watching sohow."
"Counting on it," Grace said grimly.
She spread her wings and took to the sky, hoping she wasn’t too late to stop ridian from doing sothing stupid. Or worse, becoming the Tide’s newest blue-lipped recruit.
[Just one day. Can we go just one day without a crisis?]
Apparently not. Grace really couldn’t be asked.
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