Lihona, Sixth Saint Sister of the Church of the Great Mother, clasps Pip's hand gently in her own, smiling as if she'd just discovered a long-lost treasure.
"Come along." she says warmly, still completely naked, her long golden hair swaying like silk as she leads Pip down the stone steps of the restaurant and into the cobbled streets of Market Town.
Two royal knights flank them. Silent, stoic, armor gleaming, swaying hips betraying their masculine presence.
Behind them follow Vuvi, Penelo, and Veena, all three trailing in a confused, irritated procession.
"Where are we even going?" Vuvi asks, arms crossed.
"To the Cathedral of Mercy," Lihona answers, barely bothering to look back. "It's not far. A place of peace. And privacy."
Vuvi groans. "Great. You're gonna just strut through the streets, full birthday suit and all?"
Lihona gives a soft giggle and a flick of her hair. "Is that a silly question? We Saint Sisters always do this."
Penelo covers her mouth, wide-eyed. "Wait. Always always?"
"It's true," Veena mutters. "I've read about them. Fully devoted. Nothing hidden. Trained in body and mind to forsake all mortal desire. They live purely to fulfill The Great Mother's will."
"Indeed," Lihona confirms, "There is no greater calling than that given by The Great Mother."
As they move deeper into the city, curious heads turn towards them.
Then whispers.
Then gasps.
"Is that the golden one?!"
"The divine dealer of delights?!"
"That's the one the rumors talk about. He saved the centaurs. Slew a demon Baroness!"
One older man, tattered robes wrapped around his thin frame, falls to his knees. "It's him," he sobs. "The golden one. The promised pleasurer!"
Soon, a small crowd begins forming behind them. Men with hollow eyes and lost expressions watch with hope rekindled.
"He's gonna save us."
"He's the one foretold in the Forbidden Scrolls!"
As they walk, voices rise. A chant begins.
"Pleasure is peace! Peace is salvation! Hail the golden one! Hail his Shining Shaft Of Salvation."
Vuvi grimaces. "Okay, what the actual hell."
Penelo bounces in place. "They're starting a cult! Pip's got a fan club!"
"Don't encourage this," Veena sighs.
They finally reach the Cathedral of Mercy. Towering spires climb the sky, pale stone glittering in the moonlight. Stained glass windows shimmer with scenes of the Great Mother and her Maidens, etched with gold and light.
Lihona turns at the great entrance. "I must ask you to wait here," she says kindly to Vuvi and the rest.
"Like hell," Vuvi replies. "He's my construct. My friend! I'm going with him."
The knights step forward, blocking the door. "Orders from the Crown." One mutters.
"Ugh!" Vuvi slumps onto the wide cathedral steps, arms crossed. "You better not break anything in there!"
Penelo kneels beside her, rubbing her back. "He'll be okay. He's our Prince."
Veena gives her a look instead. "I could sneak in."
"You could?" Vuvi blinks.
With a grin, nod and puff of violet smoke, Veena vanishes.
Inside the cathedral, high vaulted ceilings echo with sacred quiet. Soft incense wafts from golden braziers while moonlight spills through the windows in radiant colors.
Lihona leads Pip down the aisle toward a polished marble altar while Veena materializes in the shadows of an upper window, cloaked in darkness as she carefully watches the proceedings.
Lihona turns to Pip. "The Church believes in joy. In compassion. The Great Mother teaches us to share love as one shares bread or water. But our scriptures are… censored." She trails her fingers across the altar's edge. "There are forbidden texts. Passages deemed too bold. Too strange. They speak of a man, unlike any the world had ever seen, who would appear when the world had withered, and stood on the edge of ruin. A saviour, a miracle, a gift from The Great Mother herself."
She cups Pip's face gently in both hands.
"I did not believe it… until I heard of you. I learned of the healing you provide to those broken by this cursed world." She gently seats him on the altar. "I will not harm you, Prince. I only wish to experience the truth."
Pip nods slowly and gives a half-excited, half-nervous beep of approval.
[Activating Sensual Scan Lv. 1]
⌜ Target Details:
Name: Lihona, Sixth Saint Sister
Species: Human.
Arousal Status: 78%
Emotional Status: Curious / Suspicious (High) / Aroused (High) ⸥
[New Primary Objective: Grade A+ Performance or Higher]
[New Secondary Objective: Use Divine Magic To Complete Primary Objective]
She reaches for his pelvic port, lips quivering anxiously, "May I?"
Pip dutifully complies.
She gasps in awe, biting down on her lip as she watches the port click open. Her eyes gleam as his metal member reveals itself in all its golden, glowing glory. Divine light pulsing between thick veins of wraith-glass.
"Great Mother!" she mutters, breathless. She tilts her head up to face him, her eyes aglow with astonishment. "Please, allow me to experience your gift. All of it."
Pip beeps a nervous approval, shifting his hips forward, as if beckoning the Saint Sisters to begin.
She kneels down between his legs and begins her communion, sliding her tongue slowly up his length, savouring every inch, every taste, the very warmth radiating off him.
His head jerks back, steam spouting from his collar vents as soft, pink lips melt over his metal and her moist mouth consumes his glow, divine metal slowly disappearing between her lips.
Her murmurs and moans get caught in her throat, slipping out as wet whimpers while she slowly presses him deeper still, her hands braced against his thighs for leverage, her nails digging into ultrium-infused plating as light pulses from within, pulsing along her neck while she fills herself with Pip's glowing, golden rod.
He tilts his head with growing concern, sending out a worried string of beeps as tears begin to streak down Lihona's cheeks, her throat hitching around his shaft as she struggles to find a breath.
She eventually pulls away from him slowly, gagging through every inch, before looking up at him, eyes wet and dreamy, a soft smile stretched across her face.
"Undeniably divine," She utters, her voice cracking from deep in her throat. She casually wipes the drool from her chin with the back of one hand, "I felt it before, smelt it, touched it, even heard the Holy hymns, but never… never have I tasted divine magic so clearly." She murmurs.
Pip tilts his head, chirping confusedly.
"Only The Great Mother's influence can produce divine magic within our mortal realm." She states, her fingers tenderly tracing down her neck as the last tingles of Pip's magic fades from her flesh. "You clearly bear Her gift." Lihona smiles, "And it is my duty to learn the full extent of the blessing she had laid within you. Whatever it may take."
Whatever it takes, Pip ponders quietly before accepting the statement as a sanctified sign of permission, and his duty to show her the full extent of his divine gift.
He nods, beeps approvingly, perhaps a little eagerly, and gently slides his fingers through Lihona's hair as he grips the back of her head.
Her eyes flutter closed as she bites back a moan, takes a deep breath instead, and with lips parting, dutifully slides his glowing gift down the back of her throat.
Outside, Vuvela and Penelo wait impatiently.
The bunny-kin lays sprawled out across the steps, feet swinging, humming to herself as she studies the stained glass windows. "I wonder if they'll add one of Pip."
"Wouldn't be surprised," Vuvi mutters. "This place is insane."
Inside the cathedral, Veena observes in stunned silence as Pip shamelessly satisfies a Saint Sister's curiosity.
With a gentle precision, Pip grabs Lihona beneath each arm. She gags and gasps as he swiftly lifts her naked body off the floor as if she weighed nothing at all.
His manhood tears out of her throat with a satisfying slurp before she can even react and Pip places the dazed and drooling Saint Sister onto his lap to start the next stage of her divine revelation.
[Activating Sensual Touch Lv. 4]
He reverently wraps his hands around Lihona's hips, metal fingers digging into the suppleness of her flesh as he begins tenderly working his glowing metal into her petite, fragile body. His new adaptive heating plates synchronize to the temperatures of her flesh, heightening the sensitivity of every never ending that he touches.
She inhales deeply, breath quivering, eyes rolling behind closed lids as he settles his shaft deep inside her, and a slow, sultry, deeply satisfying rhythm begins rolling through his hips.
[Activating Thrust Lv. 1]
She bites back a yelp as Pip digs even deeper into her body. Into her mind. Into her soul. His divine magic works inside her, pulsing through flesh and buzzing through bones, caressing her with each throbbing thrust. She murmurs prayers and chants and hymns of devotion as Pip eases her through multiple thrust vectors, building up to a climax worthy of Saint Sister's praise.
[Activating Thrust Lv. 2]
She slumps forward onto his chest, her arms no longer able to maintain their function as she whimpers, softly, joyfully, trembling through her first orgasm as Pip holds her tightly against his warm, glowing chestplate, his internal vibrations synchronizing to her short, rapid breaths.
[Activating Thrust Lv. 3]
Pressure builds into pleasure while Pip fills her body with a divinely delivered level of euphoria unlike anything the young Sister had ever felt. Inch after blessed inch crawling through her body, delivering pulses of divine light directly into the most intimate parts of her soul.
[Activating Thrust Lv. 4]
Her next climax brings with it an exhalation of reverent joy as Lihona slides off Pip, crumbling into a shuddering, boneless heap beside the altar, leaving him staring at the stained glasses windows,
She hops up a few moments later, sweat-slick, swaying heavily, grinning wildly, and crowned with a golden wreath of knotted curls.
She stumbles onto the altar wordlessly beside him, lying on her back, moonlight glistening off her moist skin as she smiles softly at the construct that had just shown her glimpses of heaven between his thrust.
She beckons him inside her and he climbs over Saint Sister gently as she eagerly guides him into place and he guides her sensually to ethereal bliss.
Slowly. Deeply and Thoroughly.
Her fingers dig into the softness of his metal plating and her back arches as he digs deeper into her.
[Activating Thrust Lv. 5]
"MOTHEEEER!" she screams.
Then gasps.
Then whimpers and quivers, breath stuttering, eyes twirling, sending her adrift through a thousand dreams. Her final orgasm erupts across her body, breaking across her brain as she collapses completely into Pip's arms.
For a long, lingering moment, Lihona found herself completely at the mercy of a construct's embrace. Her body reduced to a twitching, breathless wreck of melted muscle and blissed out bones.
Eventually, she pushes herself up against his chest, smiling down into his faceplate.
"Thank you, Prince. I will never forget this."
[Primary Objective Completed: Grade A+ Performance or Higher]
[Secondary Objective Completed: Use Divine Magic To Complete Primary Objective]
[Pleasure Performance Rating: SSS (Divine)]
[Pleasure Points Earned: 1275]
[Pleasure Power has leveled up! Current Pleasure Power Lv: 022]
She rises, wraps herself again in her sheer, white gown, and takes Pip's hand once more.
The cathedral doors creak open and Pip stands in the moonlight, divine metal gleaming with a soft internal glow.
Behind him, Lihona bows respectfully to Vuvi, Penelo, and Veena, who has reappeared from behind a pillar.
"My thanks," she says quietly. "He is... blessed. And a blessing to those lucky enough to experience his gift."
Vuvi blinks. "Wait, you're done? That's it? No choir, no sermon, no voice from heaven?"
Lihona just smiles. "Miracles come in many forms." She bows and then swiftly vanishes back beyond the cathedral's doors.
The trio swarm Pip. Vuvi checks his joints, Penelo hugs him around the neck, and Veena offers a pat on the back.
"So?" Vuvi asks Veena. "What happened there?"
"Well," Veena scratches her head. "She, um… it was really—"
"Spit it out, woman!" Vuvi snaps.
"Her mouth." Veena mutters, "She was doing things to him with her mouth at forst." She shudders at the thought, "He was having… doing it… with her throat."
"Throat sex?" Penelo gasps, "That's a thing?" Then she pouts, ears drooping down the side of her head, "I can't even look at his shiny shaft, and Pip's already pounding throats and butts. So unfair! What about me?"
"You can barely handle a cooked carrot." Vuvi scoffs before turning back to Veena, "What else? She just gargled his goods?"
"After that," Veena continues, "It was surprisingly gentle. Mostly. I counted at three orgasms, she cried for her mother, prayed a few times, there was some chanting, another orgasm, and then she thanked him and they left. It was kind of beautiful, honestly. Civilized at least. Still don't know how she actually fit all that metal into—"
"Right!" Vuvi cuts in, "I think we get the idea."
Throats and butts, Pip thinks to himself as he lets out a soft musical chirp along with a small, self-satisfied nod. The path to global salvation. A path he was more than ready to walk.
Meanwhile, inside the cathedral, Lihona stands alone at the altar. Moonlight bathes her from the stained glass above as her chest rises and falls with slow breaths.
Then she suddenly collapses to her knees, clutching her heart, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Oh, Great Mother," she whispers between tears. "Thank you. Thank you for answering my prayers. Thank you for giving me back my faith, my hope. Thank you… for giving us the PromisedPrince."
She presses her forehead to the cold marble and weeps.
Not from sorrow, but overwhelming joy.