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CHAPTER 7: THE SALVATION RITUAL
Author: Amoy
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"Ahhh!"

A long groan escaped Cindy's lips as she fully took him in. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her forehead furrowed as she endured the sudden, full sensation that stretched the walls of her Heavenly Grotto. Her body trembled, not from cold, but because Satria's Magic Staff inside her felt unnatural.

It was hot. Burning hot.

Like an iron rod freshly forged from a furnace. Yet strangely, the heat didn't burn her soft skin; instead, it sent electric shockwaves that traveled from her groin all the way to her toes.

"Tight..." Satria hissed. His eyes were wide open, his vertical golden pupils narrowed.

[CONTACT ESTABLISHED]

[ENERGY PATHWAY OPENED]

[INITIATING INITIAL ABSORPTION...]

Satria felt a sensation he had never experienced in his life. The pain that had been crushing his bones seemed to be pulled out, replaced by a cool flow entering through their point of union. It felt like drinking ice water in the middle of a barren desert.

"Cin... stop..." Satria tried to restrain Cindy's hips with his trembling hands. His human consciousness rebelled. "This is... too intense... you could get hurt..."

"Be quiet!" Cindy's breath hitched. She opened her eyes, staring straight into Satria's face beneath her. The girl's face was wet with sweat, her hair plastered to her cheeks, but her gaze was fierce and determined. "Don't move yet... let me... adjust."

Cindy gripped Satria's shoulders, her nails digging into the young man's skin. She stayed still for a few seconds, allowing their bodies to get acquainted in the intimacy forced upon them by this emergency.

Inside the cramped cabin, the air was heavy and humid. The smell of sweat, the scent of the sea, and thick pheromones mingled together.

"Are you in pain?" Satria asked weakly, his fingers stroking Cindy's smooth thighs that clamped around his waist.

"Just... shock," Cindy answered honestly. She bit her lower lip. "Yours... your Staff... it changed. Bigger. Harder than I remember."

Satria turned his face away, embarrassed. "It's the system's effect. I'm sorry."

"I told you to stop apologizing," Cindy straightened her back. The movement caused her voluptuous Twin Peaks to gently sway, showcasing their beauty and firmness before Satria's eyes. That sight, combined with their joined position, made Satria's primal instincts run wilder.

[LUST DETECTED: INCREASING]

[ENERGY TRANSFER SPEED: +5%]

"We have to move, Satria," Cindy whispered, her voice hoarse. "Your system said we have to reach the peak, right? If we just stand still like statues, you'll die a ridiculous death in this position."

Cindy began to move her hips. Slowly. Up, then down.

"Ughh..." Satria looked up, his back arching off the sofa.

Every friction inside Cindy's Heavenly Grotto sent explosive pleasure signals through Satria's brain. The walls of the passage gripped him gently yet firmly, slick with the natural Heavenly Nectar that was beginning to flow from the friction.

"Keep going... Cin... don't stop..." Satria pleaded unconsciously. His large hands moved on their own, kneading Cindy's rear bumper, helping the girl set the rhythm.

"You like it?" Cindy offered a faint smile, though her breathing was ragged. She was starting to find her rhythm. Up. Down. A slight rotation. "Do you like me saving you like this?"

"Yes... It feels so good, Cin..."

Outside the cabin, the wind roared and waves crashed against the rocks. But inside, the world narrowed down to just two bodies locked together.

However, this was not merely sex.

As Cindy's rhythm accelerated, something magical began to happen.

The horrific black veins crawling across Satria's face and neck began to glow. They were no longer pitch black, but turned gray, then slowly faded. In contrast, Cindy's skin began to shine. A thin pink aura enveloped the girl's body, as if she were a goddess descended from heaven.

"Satria... I feel something..." Cindy closed her eyes, tilting her head back.

She felt a warm current flowing from deep within her abdomen, being pulled out by Satria's Magic Staff. It wasn't pain, but a strange yet pleasurable weakness. As if her energy was being drained, but at the same time, her arousal was being pumped up many times over.

[ENERGY TRANSFER STABLE]

[PURE YIN ESSENCE RECEIVED]

[CORE BATTERY: 5%... 6%... 7%...]

"Your Yin energy..." Satria's voice changed, becoming heavier and more authoritative. His golden eyes shone brightly in the dim light. "So pure. So sweet."

Satria couldn't hold back anymore. His system's hunger demanded more. He couldn't let Cindy do all the hard work alone.

With the remaining strength that was beginning to return, Satria sat up, making Cindy gasp in surprise at the deepening penetration. Satria wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist, then buried his face between Cindy's Twin Peaks.

"Satria!" Cindy gasped, muffled.

Satria didn't answer. He kissed, licked, and sucked the valley between the two firm hills greedily. His tongue played on Cindy's sweat-salted skin, stimulating every sensitive nerve.

"Ahhh! Satria! Right there... don't bite!" Cindy moaned, her hands clutching the back of Satria's hair. "It tickles... it feels good..."

Cindy's hip movements became erratic. She began to lose control of her logic. The pleasure came in waves, hitting her brain mercilessly. Her Heavenly Grotto pulsed, gripping Satria's Magic Staff as if unwilling to let go for even a second.

"Faster, Cindy. Keep going, don't stop," Satria commanded. His voice was no longer a request, but a King's decree.

"I... I can't handle it if you suck it like that..." Cindy whimpered. Her Twin Peaks felt swollen and extremely sensitive. Every touch of Satria's tongue on her nipple sent an electric current straight to her sensitive area.

"You are strong. You are my woman," Satria murmured against Cindy's chest.

Satria lay back down, but this time he held Cindy's hips with his strong hands. He began to guide Cindy's movements.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The sound of skin meeting skin began to fill the small room, echoing their heavy breathing.

"Andy... what if Andy hears?" Cindy sighed amidst the pleasure, her social fear briefly surfacing.

"Let him hear," Satria growled, his eyes blazing. "Let him know who owns you. Who is recharging his life inside your Heavenly Grotto."

Those dominant words somehow fueled Cindy's desire even higher. She forgot her shame. She forgot Abigail who might be outside. She only wanted to satisfy this man. She wanted to save her lover.

Cindy accelerated her movements. Her long hair swayed wildly, following the rhythm of her body moving up and down. Sweat poured from her temples, dripping onto Satria's chest, mixing with the man's sweat.

[WARNING: SYNCHRONIZATION APPROACHING 50%]

[SOUL RESONANCE DETECTED]

The cabin room was suddenly illuminated by a soft golden light. The light did not come from a lamp, but emanated from the pores of both their skins. Dust particles floating in the air glittered like gold powder.

"Satria... look..." Cindy opened her eyes, mesmerized by the aura enveloping their clasped hands. "It's so beautiful..."

"This is our energy, Cin. We are merging," Satria replied.

The pain in Satria's body was completely gone. All that remained was power. Pure power flowing fiercely, demanding release. But the system held him back. Not yet. They had to reach the peak simultaneously for maximum results.

"Don't come yet," Satria said, restraining Cindy's hips as the girl began to slow down due to exhaustion. "It's not over."

"I'm tired, Sat... my legs are weak..." Cindy whined, her breath ragged.

"Hold on. Just a little longer," Satria lifted his body slightly, gently biting Cindy's earlobe. "Remember the Professor at the pier? Remember the shark earlier? I need that strength to protect you. Give me everything, Cindy. Give me your Heavenly Nectar."

Hearing that, Cindy's spirit reignited. The image of the monsters made her realize that this sex was fuel for their survival.

"Take it..." Cindy whispered, her eyes clouded with passion. She resumed pumping her hips, this time wilder, more desperate. "Take it all, darling! Be strong for me!"

Satria groaned in pleasure. The friction inside intensified. Cindy's Heavenly Grotto felt tighter and wetter, embracing his Staff with deadly intensity.

"A little more, Cin... A little more..."

The golden aura in the room grew brighter, flickering in sync with their heartbeats, which were now beating in the same rhythm.

DUB-DUB... DUB-DUB...

Outside the cabin, the sun had completely set. The island was pitch black. However, a glimmer of golden light seeped out from the cracks in the curtained cabin windows, causing crabs on the beach sand to scurry away, as if sensing the presence of a sacred power that had just been born.

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