We arrived at the dining hall. The plates were aligned with military precision, the chandelier cast a warm, golden glow, and the aroma of roasted meat filled the air.
"Everybody take your seat," Rose announced, recovering her composure instantly. She turned on her heel, marching toward the service entrance. "Kara, get back to the kitchen to assist with serving. Sofia, stand by the Lady."
The spell of the miracle was broken, but the damage to their loyalty was already done.
Kara looked at me one last time, mouthing a silent thank you before leading Chip toward the servant's quarters to get him settled. Sofia rushed to Julienne's side, her eyes darting between her mistress and me.
"Please… Eat and enjoy what we have prepared, Priest-san," Julienne said, her voice shaking slightly as she gestured to the spread. "After you are recovered... I would like a word."
I bowed my head. "My time is yours, always."
The food was served—succulent roast chicken, seasoned potatoes, and fresh greens. As we began, the door opened, and Pearl entered. She had been summoned from our room.
She walked in with her usual calm demeanor, but her steps faltered the moment she saw me. Her eyes locked onto the empty, flapping sleeve of my robe.
She didn't look happy.
Oh boy, I thought, shoving a chicken leg into my mouth to avoid speaking. Rose is suspicious, but Pearl is going to be the real executioner tonight.
"So, tell us, My Lady," I said, trying to deflect the tension. "How did you find the slums?"
That was all the invitation Julienne needed. She launched into the story of the day's escapade. She spoke of the healing, of Chip's miracle, and of the hope we brought. But as she spoke, the narrative shifted. It wasn't just about my power; she spoke with pride, as if she were the architect of this salvation, despite me doing the heavy lifting.
"It was incredible," Julienne beamed, a flush of excitement on her cheeks. "The people... they looked at us with such hope. I was thinking... perhaps it is time we reconsider the village faith. If Lunaria can provide this much—"
Clang.
Rose set a pitcher of water down on the table. Hard.
"My Lady," Rose said, her voice sharp. "Your husband is fighting on the front lines for the God of War. He fights for everyone at this table. To speak of changing faiths while he bleeds for you is... unwise."
The room went dead silent. Julienne shrank back into her chair, the light in her eyes dimming.
But while everyone else was cowed by Rose, Pearl was focused entirely on me. She had been staring at my shoulder the entire meal.
"You lost an arm," Pearl stated flatly, cutting through the awkward silence.
I swallowed a potato whole. "It was for a good cause," I whispered.
"Pearl-san?" Julienne asked, sensing the sudden drop in pressure. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing. I know Ten... no, Priest-san is very generous," Pearl replied, her voice sugary sweet, but her eyes promised murder. "Lady Julienne, I would like to borrow the bath later. The big one downstairs. If possible... we need to regenerate the arm he lost for today."
"O-Oh..." Julienne stammered, her face turning a deep crimson. "Of course... The thing you are doing... it is a greater service than we can provide. Use whatever you need."
I noticed the flush spreading not just on Julienne, but on Sofia standing by the wall, and even Kara, who had just returned to refill the wine. They all knew. They had all heard the sounds last night. They understood exactly how the regeneration process worked.
Dinner finished in a hurry after that. Everyone proceeded with their tasks, eager to escape the thick atmosphere. I stood up, groaning slightly, intending to head to my room for a quick nap before the inevitable scolding.
I was about to cross the threshold when a hand clamped onto my ear.
"Get in the bath," Pearl hissed, dragging me toward the stairs leading to the lower level. "If you think you're sleeping tonight before growing that back, you're dead wrong."
"Ow! Pearl! I'm injured!" I protested, stumbling after her.
"Not for long," she threatened.
I winced as she yanked me down the hall, but I couldn't help the grin spreading across my face.
Pain is temporary, I told myself. But a fanatic mother and a God Knight? That's forever.
The heavy wooden door of the bathhouse slammed shut behind us, cutting off the cool night air. Inside, the heat was immediate—a suffocating, humid embrace that smelled of sulfur and stone.
"Strip," Pearl commanded.
She didn't wait for me to comply. Her hands were a blur, undoing my sash, ripping the robe from my shoulders. Her nighties almost so thin i could see her body and judging she is not wearing undergarment
Zip. Rustle. Drop.
Her lips found my skin, then my manhood, wrapping around me with a warmth that jolted me back to the present. I realized, damn, we could have taken this to the bedroom. Yet, her earlier words echoed in my mind, hinting at a deeper need. "To regenerate twenty tentacle clusters and a primary left arm? I need the domain. I need the water."
She was right. Despite walking on human legs—legs I had crafted for her from my own tentacles because her original tail and scales were lost forever—she remained a creature of the deep. As did I.
I gripped her hair, watching her pleasure in the intimate play. I leaned down and whispered my intent, "I want to shoot everything inside your pussy." She nodded, her agreement a silent fire. With that, I stepped into the large stone bath.
Splaaaash.
The water was scalding hot, perfect for loosening the stiff, dead flesh around my closed wound stump. I sat down, the water rising to my chest, my lower body submerged in the liquid heat.
Pearl didn't join me immediately. She stood by the edge, reaching into her bodice to pull out a small, crystal vial. Inside, a thick, pearlescent liquid swirled—almost like milk, but glowing with an inner light.
"The Queen Mermaid's Milk," I whispered, recognizing it instantly. "Pearl, that's rare. That removes fatigue... heightens senses...".
"It's an omnipotent stimulant," she corrected, uncorking it with a sharp pop. "And we need everything tonight."
Glug... Glug... Hiss.
She poured the milk into the bath. The moment it hit the hot water, it didn't dissolve; it exploded into a fragrant mist. The scent hit me like a physical blow—sweet, musky, and overwhelmingly erotic. It was an aphrodisiac vapor that would drug anyone who breathed it in.
"Mmmph..." My head swam. My blood felt like it was turning into magma.
Splash!
Pearl jumped in. She didn't hesitate. She straddled my lap, the water churning violently around us.
"Feed," she ordered.
She grabbed her heavy, soft breast, squeezing it with both hands until the nipple was hard and inviting, then shoved it toward my face.
"Suck it, Ten. Like a hungry baby."
I didn't need telling twice.
Slurp. Suck. Smooch.
My mouth latched onto her, my tongue working frantically. It wasn't just physical; I was drinking in her mana, her devotion.
"Ah... Haaah..." Pearl moaned, her head thrown back, her wet hair slapping against the water.
Beneath the surface, my remaining tentacles—all eight of them—came alive. They were my hands, my will. They writhed around her thighs, gripping her ass, caressing every inch of skin she had.
Squish. Squeeze. Rub.
"More... focus on me..." she gasped, but I knew this wasn't about her pleasure. It was about me. It was about the harvest.
She lifted her hips, positioning herself over my erection which was already throbbing painfully hard beneath the water.
"Teasing..." she whispered, rubbing the wet, swollen lips of her pussy against the head of my cock.
Slick. Rub. Slide.
"Pearl... put it in..." I growled against her skin.
SHLOCK.
She dropped down. My penis slid past her wet entrance, burying itself deep inside her in one smooth, devastating motion.
"Hnnngh!"
Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' as the tip of my shaft hit her cervix, poking the deepest part of her.
Thump. Thump. Splash.
The water erupted around us as she began to move. It wasn't gentle. It was the frantic, desperate mating of two sea creatures fighting for survival.
"Harder... suck harder!" she cried out.
My tentacles tightened, writing intricate patterns on her skin, milking the pleasure from her body to fuel the regeneration of my arm. The stump on my shoulder began to itch violently—a sign the cells were knitting.
Plop... Splash... Smack.
The sounds of our bodies colliding echoed off the stone walls, amplified by the water.
"I'm... I'm close!" Pearl shrieked, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. "The milk... it's too strong...!"
She was nearing climax. The mana in the room was thick enough to taste.
But suddenly, my senses—heightened by the Queen's Milk—snapped into sharp focus.
Ping.
My aquatic radar picked it up. The vibrations in the floor. The shift in the air pressure.
We weren't alone.
My tentacles paused for a fraction of a second.
One presence was at the door—hesitant, familiar. That would be Kara.
But there was another.
Scritch.
Outside. At the high window.
I could feel it. A presence trying to find an angle to peep through the fogged glass.
Red hair.
I didn't stop thrusting. In fact, I grinned against Pearl's breast.
"Pearl," I whispered, my voice vibrating against her nipple. "Scream louder. We have an audience."