TThe sun above the Forgotten Shore blazed with a harsh, indifferent light, gleaming off the waves and shards of broken shells scattered across the desolate beach. Midday silence was broken only by the clash of metal against chitin — a sharp, rhythmic song of survival.
Sunny and Nephis moved as if bound by instinct. She stood firm at the front, her makeshift blade flashing as it struck the hard carapace of a scavenger. Each movement was deliberate, controlled — she was the shield, the anchor in the chaos.
From the shadows behind her, Sunny struck with precision. One by one, the monstrous scavengers fell, their bodies collapsing into the sand. The scent of salt and blood mingled in the heavy air.
When the last creature fell, silence returned — vast and echoing. Sunny let out a slow breath, the tension leaving his shoulders. His eyes found Nephis, and for a moment, the battlefield around them disappeared.
Nephis's breathing slowed, though a faint flush still colored her cheeks. She moved with quiet control; each gesture deliberate as she retrieved the soul shards glimmering faintly in the light. The torn edges of her seaweed bikini clung to her damp skin, the sunlight tracing every line of her ass.
Sunny watched her, unable — or unwilling — to look away. The air between them felt charged, alive. Every heartbeat seemed to echo louder than the waves.
She must have felt it too. Nephis glanced back at him, her gaze lingering, unreadable — except for the faint curve of her lips.
"Are you going to keep staring," she asked softly, "or help me finish up?"
Something in him snapped. With a sharp breath, Sunny dismissed the [Puppeteer's Shroud]; the illusion fell away until nothing stood between them.
Nephis didn't turn. She kept working, slow and deliberate, the movement of her body a taunt wrapped in grace. She knew he was watching—and she wanted him to. Power flickered between them, shifting and dangerous.
When she bent to gather the last shard, the tension broke. A single heartbeat stretched thin as a blade. Then she felt him behind her—heat, breath, closeness—too near to be a mistake.
She froze, the world narrowing to that one electric moment.
She didn't sense him until it was too late. In a rush of movement, Sunny was behind her, the sand shifting under their weight as she fell to all-her-fours. His hands found her waist, firm, unrelenting — a grip that left no room for doubt.
The breath between them turned ragged. Heat rolled off his skin, his restraint hanging by a thread.
Nephis froze, heart pounding. It wasn't fear that held her still, but recognition — that same dangerous pull that had been simmering between them for far too long.
"Sunny…" Her voice caught, torn between protest and need.
He didn't speak. The silence said enough.
Nephis gasped, her back arching instinctively. The heat of him was obscene against her — shameless, throbbing with intent, rubbing against the cleft of her ass with slow, deliberate strokes that left no room for misunderstanding.
His other hand slipped inside her seaweed bikini and entered her now-drenched vagina.
Sunny let out a barely audible remark "So you were wet too".
But before Nephis could answer Sunny's dick plunged deep inside her.
"Ahhhh" Nephis let out a loud moan.
That's when they heard a soft voice.
"Nephis...Is that you?"
It was cassie the poor blind girl was riding Sunny's brand-new echo Steve, both of them kept silent as Nephis mouthed to Sunny 'do not move'.
"C-Cas, it's me . Sunny A-and I killed four M-more scavengers" Nephis coughed trying to cover her moans "T-take this shard".
Sunny was enjoying this more then he should have as he viciously grinded against Nephis's pussy. As she clenched even more tightly against him and his thick cock.
Sunny's hands crawled on her ass, groping them and then went even deeper, near her asshole. As his hands slowly circled around the rim of it. Then with a sudden jerk a single finger went it.
Nephis bit her tongue trying to hide her pleasure and the urge to moan.
But, Nephis's thighs clenched involuntarily.
And that was all the signal Sunny needed. As he started to finger her ass.
Sunny tilted his head, voice still dark and velvety.
"You like it, don't you?"
Sunny pulled her closer, pressing his forehead to hers.
Her lips parted — not in refusal, but in a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.
"…Maybe," she whispered.