Chapter 102: Date With Watery Destiny, Part Five*

Grace was… pretty sure she was winning now.

The Tide’s watery body rippled beneath her with each thrust, blue and gold energies swirling around them. Every push sent shockwaves through the water, making the Tide’s form shudder and pulse.

But here was the strange thing—some part of Grace didn’t really care about winning anymore.

Maybe it was her increasing Love attribute, or maybe getting tentacle-fucked had scrambled her brain, but she was genuinely getting into this.

[Is it bad that I’m enjoying fucking a water spirit who tried to drown me like ten minutes ago? Probably. Whatever.]

She pressed the Tide harder against whatever passed for ground in this underwater chamber, pinning those slippery wrists above her head. The water Pillar’s back arched, her starry eyes rolling back as Grace pushed deeper.

“How’s that for connection?” Grace growled, trying to sound dominant despite still being five-foot-nothing and probably looking like an angry kitten trying to intimidate a fish. “Still think I’m pathetic?”

The Tide didn’t answer with words. Instead, she moaned—a sound that went straight into Grace’s core.

[Holy… that was kinda hot.]

Grace leaned down, capturing those watery lips in a kiss so wild it would’ve made Venus slow-clap with pride.

[Wait, Grace, remember: she’s actually kinda sad under all that anger, isn’t she? Maybe you have to be softer?]

Technique:

「Tongue Twister – Ability to bring pleasure through precise oral manipulation」

Grace trailed kisses down the Tide’s neck, watching in fascination as the water formed goosebumps where her lips touched. She moved to the Tide’s breasts, which had formed into perfect blue globes with darker nipples. She sucked one into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nipple until it hardened. They looked surprisingly real for being made of water.

The Tide gasped, her fingers tangling in Grace’s floating white hair, tugging just hard enough to make Grace’s scalp tingle.

“What… what are you doing to me?” the water spirit whispered, her voice less “I’m going to drown you” and more “please don’t stop.”

“Showing you that you’re not alone,” Grace said against her skin. “That I still see you!”

Something shifted in the Tide’s eyes—like distant stars realigning. A moment of vulnerability peeking through centuries of anger.

But apparently, she wasn’t ready to surrender just yet.

With a sudden surge of strength, the Tide flipped them over again, pinning Grace beneath her. Tendrils of water wrapped around Grace’s thighs, spreading them wide enough to make her thigh muscles burn.

“Two can play this game, little angel,” the Tide purred, voice dripping with dark promise.

She slid down Grace’s body and wrapped her watery lips around Grace’s toy.

[OH…. CRAP!] Grace’s eyes pretty much bulged out of their sockets. She hadn’t been prepared.

The sensation was so weird and incredible that Grace’s back arched off the floor like she’d been shocked. It was like being sucked by living water, pressure and suction coming from everywhere at once.

[Holy shit holy shit holy SHIT!]

The Tide’s mouth worked the divine construct like she’d been practicing for centuries—which, Grace realized, she probably kind of had been. All that time alone, imagining what she’d do to Eternia if she ever came back…

The thought should’ve been creepy, but right now, with those water-lips doing ungodly things to her light-dick, Grace couldn’t bring herself to care.

“F-fuck,” Grace gasped, struggling to maintain control of both the situation and her light-dick, which was trying to dissipate under the overwhelming pleasure. Diana hadn’t covered this part in her lessons. “That’s—that’s not fair.”

The Tide pulled back, a wicked smile on her face. Little droplets clung to her lips like the world’s most obscene gloss.

“Surrendering already?” she asked, one eyebrow arched in challenge. “That’s not the Eternia I know.”

“N-Not even close!” Grace replied, though her voice was shakier than she’d like. Her thighs were trembling, and she was pretty sure if she’d been wearing actual panties, they’d be soaked.

Suddenly, the chamber darkened as shapes entered from various underwater passages—transformed villagers, their bodies blue-tinged and webbed, eyes glowing with the same starlight as the Tide’s. They moved with eerie synchronization, forming a circle around the intertwined Pillar and angel.

[Oh come ON. Group sex wasn’t on today’s agenda!]

“Take her,” the Tide commanded, her voice suddenly a lot more imposing, pointing at Grace with a watery finger. “Hold her down while I—”

“Oh no you don’t!” Grace shouted, channeling divine energy through her entire body like Venus had taught her. She wasn’t about to be the main attraction in some weird oceanic orgy.

She burst free from the Tide’s grasp in an explosion of golden light that lit up the entire chamber. The water-people were pushed back by the shockwave, floating like confused seaweed in the currents, bumping into each other and the walls.

Grace didn’t give the Tide time to recover. She tackled the Pillar to the floor, pinning her there with renewed determination. Her light-dick pressed against the Tide’s entrance again, glowing twice as bright now, practically casting shadows in the underwater space.

“You want to play rough?” Grace growled, feeling a surge of confidence she wasn’t sure was entirely her own. Maybe this was the Bravery attribute kicking in? “Fine. But it’s still my game.”

She thrust forward, entering the Tide with enough force to make the water Pillar cry out—a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure that sent ripples through the chamber. Grace set a punishing rhythm, pounding the Tide into the chamber floor with each thrust, her small hips moving with surprising power.

The transformed villagers hovered nearby, clearly confused by their mistress’s obvious pleasure, unable to intervene. Their webbed hands twitched at their sides, star-eyes darting between each other as if asking “uh, what do we do now?”

“Send them away,” Grace demanded between thrusts, her voice commanding despite her ragged breathing. “Now.”

The Tide’s eyes were unfocused, lost in pleasure, but she managed a weak gesture. The water-people retreated, disappearing back into the passages they’d come from like awkward party guests who realized they’d walked in on something private.

“That’s better,” Grace said, slowing her pace slightly. She leaned down to kiss the Tide again, gentler this time, running her tongue along those water-lips. “It’s just you and me now.”

The Tide’s hands clutched at Grace’s back, nails digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks. Her watery body had become almost solid, warm instead of cold, yielding instead of resistant.

“Ah…. I can feel you,” the Tide whispered, wonder in her voice. “Really feel you.”

“That’s the point,” Grace said, continuing to move within her, finding a rhythm that made the Tide’s breath catch with each thrust. “You missed this, huh?”

The water around them began to glow brighter, currents swirling faster. Grace could feel something building—not just in her own body, but in the Tide’s, in the water itself. Like a storm gathering force or a pot about to boil over.

The Tide’s breathing quickened, her body arching with each thrust. Her starry eyes locked with Grace’s, something like recognition dawning in them.

“I’m… I’m…” The Tide couldn’t seem to form words, her voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed her.

“Let go,” Grace urged, increasing her pace again, driving her hips forward with renewed purpose. She was close too, the sensation of fucking the Tide’s watery-but-somehow-solid body unlike anything she’d experienced before. “I’ve got you.”

The Tide’s body suddenly tensed, her back arching so dramatically she nearly bucked Grace off. She cried out—a sound like a tidal wave crashing against a cliff—as pleasure overwhelmed her.

The water around them exploded with light, blue and gold merging into blinding white. The energy wave hit Grace like a physical force, triggering her own orgasm so intense she nearly blacked out. It felt like cumming and being struck by lightning at the same time, pleasure and power fusing into something transcendent.

Then everything changed.

The underwater chamber disappeared. The water vanished. Instead, Grace found herself standing on a shore—the same shore where Diana and Petriel were fighting, but somehow different. Brighter. Cleaner. The sky was a perfect blue, the sand golden, the water crystal clear. It looked like noon. For a moment, Grace wondered if she’d passed out and woke up the next day.

[Don’t tell me I orgasmed into a coma and she went and killed everyone or something.]

But, that did not happen.

And standing next to her was the Tide, no longer made of water but solid, real. She looked almost human now, with pale blue skin and hair like sea foam that flowed around her face as if underwater, even though they were on dry land. Her eyes still contained galaxies, but they were calmer now, less wild.

This wasn’t the real world. That became apparent immediately. It was a vision, a memory, or something in between. Grace could still feel her body somewhere else, but her consciousness was here, on this perfect beach.

The Tide turned to Grace, a sad smile on her face. The anger was gone, replaced by something worse. Resignation.

“You aren’t actually Eternia, are you?”

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