Chapter 101: Date With Watery Destiny, Part Four

{Grace}

Grace realized she’d miscalculated right around the time the Tide flipped her onto her back.

[Well, damn. So much for my smooth seduction plan.]

The Tide loomed over her, no longer just a sexy water-lady but something bigger, wilder, scarier. Her elegant features twisted into this weird mix of horny and pissed-off, those star-filled eyes narrowing like a predator spotting prey.

“You think you can manipulate me?” The Tide’s voice boomed through the underwater chamber, making Grace’s bones vibrate. “Like you did before? With soft touches and empty promises?”

Grace tried to sit up, but tendrils of water slammed her arms and legs against the floor. Like being pinned by ice-cold ropes that could think for themselves.

“I wasn’t—”

“Silence!”

More tendrils shot out from The Tide’s body, wrapping around Grace’s thighs and slithering up her stomach like frigid snakes. They were cold as hell now, way colder than before, and tight enough to make Grace gasp. Not the sexy kind of gasp either.

“For millennia, I waited,” The Tide growled, her form expanding until she filled the entire chamber with swirling, angry currents. “I built this new life while you built your precious Dominion. I carved out this existence while you created your precious angels.”

The Tide’s face kept melting and reforming as she ranted, features shifting between fury and heartbreak like she couldn’t decide which emotion to stick with.

“And now you return, wearing this…” she waved dismissively at Grace’s petite body, “this pathetic little form, and think a few neat finger tricks will make things right?”

[That was kind of my plan, yeah.]

Grace opened her mouth but a tendril of water shoved between her lips, effectively shutting her up. Not enough to choke her—The Tide clearly wanted her conscious for whatever kinky revenge scenario was coming—but enough to stop her from talking.

[This is bad. Very bad. What do I do!?]

“I will show you what loneliness feels like,” The Tide whispered, her face suddenly inches from Grace’s. “What it is to be hollow. To be filled with nothing but cold emptiness.”

The tendrils around Grace’s thighs tightened, spreading her legs wider than she thought possible. More tendrils slid under her robe, wrapping around her tits, her waist, her neck—basically turning her into the world’s most reluctantly horny pretzel.

Grace’s body responded despite her growing panic. The water was literally everywhere, touching her in ways that made her bite down on the tendril in her mouth to keep from moaning. Her body was definitely getting the memo, even if her brain was screaming “danger!”

She remembered how Meridian had looked, suspended in these same tendrils. The nerdy scholar’s expression had been pure sex-face, all resistance gone, her mind clearly drowning in pleasure even as her body remained dry.

Grace was headed toward that same end.

[I can’t end up like that. I need to stay focused. I have to—holy SHIT.]

A thick tendril pressed between her legs, not entering yet but rubbing against her with deliberate pressure. The sensation pulled a muffled groan from her throat. It felt way too good.

“You will stay here,” The Tide continued, watching Grace’s reactions with cold fascination. “Forever! A plaything. A reminder. My eternal companion whether you wish it or not.”

The tendril between Grace’s legs pushed inside her, the sensation so intense that her back arched off the floor. It was cold and solid and impossible to ignore, filling her completely.

The Tide’s face hovered over hers, watching with those starry eyes as the tendril began to pump in and out, setting a rhythm that made Grace’s thoughts scatter like startled fish.

“Does it feel good?” The Tide asked, her voice almost gentle now. “It should. I’ve had centuries to practice. To imagine all the ways I could fuck you senseless.”

Grace’s resistance began to falter as pleasure built between her legs. It did feel good. Too good. Her body responded to every movement, every twist of the water inside her. Her mind began to fog over with a mixture of pleasure and panic.

“Let go,” The Tide whispered. “Give in. Become mine.”

The tendril in her mouth withdrew, allowing Grace to gasp for breath. But before she could say anything clever or defiant, The Tide’s watery lips covered hers, kissing her deeply while the tendril between her legs picked up speed.

Grace felt herself slipping. The water was everywhere, inside and out, filling her, surrounding her. She couldn’t tell where she ended and The Tide began. Her eyes started to glaze over the same way Meridian’s had.

Then, like a slap to the face, Venus’s words floated to the surface of her mind:

“A kiss is just a kiss.”

Simple words that Venus had drilled into her head during training. A reminder that sex was just sex. That pleasure was a tool, not a trap. That getting fucked senseless didn’t mean you had to lose your mind.

[I can’t let this control me. It’s just sex, for goodness’ sake!]

Something clicked in Grace’s mind. A switch flipped. The fog cleared.

The Tide might be a spirit, but Grace was an angel with a mission. And she’d be damned if she’d fail because she was too embarrassed to take control of her own pleasure.

With a surge of divine energy that lit up the water around them, Grace broke free of the tendrils holding her wrists. Before The Tide could react, Grace grabbed her face and deepened the kiss, taking control of it. No more passive victim stuff.

The Tide made a surprised sound, clearly shocked that her plaything was suddenly fighting back.

Grace pushed harder, rolling them over so she was on top of the startled water creature. The movement sent them tumbling through the underwater chamber until Grace pinned The Tide against what felt like a coral wall.

[My turn!]

Technique:

「Divine Extension – Ability to create a divine phallus for application during morale boosting」

Grace focused, channeling divine energy between her legs. Light gathered, forming the golden phallus. It glowed brightly in the underwater chamber, a beacon of warmth against The Tide’s cool blue form.

“What are you—” The Tide began, her starry eyes wide with surprise.

“Shut up!” Grace said, trying to put on a strong tone. “We’re doing this on my terms now!”

Grace positioned herself, pressing the glowing cock against The Tide’s entrance. The water goddess’s eyes widened even more, ripples of shock spreading across her features like someone had thrown a stone in a pond.

“Y-You dare—”

Grace pushed forward, entering The Tide with one smooth thrust. The sensation was bizarre, but The Tide’s reaction made it worth it.

The Pillar gasped, her entire form lighting up with blue-gold energy where they connected. Her watery hands clutched at Grace’s shoulders, suddenly growing actual fingernails just to dig into Grace’s skin.

“Yes,” Grace whispered, finding her rhythm. She grabbed The Tide’s watery hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. “That’s it. Feel me!”

The Tide’s expression shifted from shock to pleasure, starry eyes wide as Grace moved within her. Her watery body rippled with each thrust.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Grace said, picking up speed. “To feel this way again!”

The Tide moaned, her voice like waves crashing on a distant shore.

“I-I’m not…”

But Grace grinned, thrusting harder. Beginner as she was, even she could tell the Tide was enjoying this.

The golden phallus pulsed with divine energy, lighting up The Tide from within. The water around them began to swirl faster, currents pulling them into a spinning vortex of pleasure. Grace held on tight, continuing her rhythm even as they tumbled through the underwater chamber.

The Tide’s body began to pulse with blue light, matching the golden glow of Grace’s divine toy. Each thrust sent shockwaves through the water, ripples of energy that expanded outward into the ocean beyond.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Grace promised, leaning down to whisper in The Tide’s ear, “that you’ll never get angry at me again!”

—

{Diana}

Diana wiped sweat from her forehead, breathing hard. The water-zombies kept coming at them like the world’s most determined swimming class, but at least they’d managed to set up a defensive perimeter around the village center.

“How you holding up?” she called to Petriel, who was using her healing powers to keep the few human villagers who’d been injured stable.

“I’m okay,” Petriel replied, though her face was pale as a sheet. She looked ready to pass out. “But I don’t know how much longer—”

“Look!” one of the Ascended Nerds shouted, pointing toward the shore.

Diana turned. The spot where Grace had disappeared beneath the waves was glowing with intense blue-gold light, pulsing rhythmically, like a heartbeat. Or like someone was having very enthusiastic sex down there. The water around it swirled in unnatural patterns, forming whirlpools that somehow didn’t disturb the glowing center.

The transformed villagers paused in their assault, heads turning in unison toward the strange phenomenon like synchronized swimmers.

“What the hell is going on in there?” Diana muttered, gripping her sword tighter.

The blue-gold light intensified, flashing brighter with each pulse. The water-zombies stopped advancing completely, transfixed by the display. Some of them actually started walking back toward the shore, as if being called home.

“Is that… good?” Petriel asked, coming to stand beside Diana.

“No idea,” Diana admitted. “But at least they’ve stopped trying to kill us.”

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