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.
