บท 776: A Weapon of Life Force!

The sterile medical chamber throbbed with a new kind of energy. The sterile scent of disinfectant, once comforting in its familiarity, was now a forgotten ghost overpowered by a musky aroma that sent shivers down both Tempest and Penelope's spines. Its source was unmistakable – the pulsating weapon grasped firmly in Penelope's hand.

Her movements had morphed into a hypnotic dance, her hand gliding rhythmically up and down the length of the alien appendage. With each stroke, the translucent liquid at its tip grew larger, its heady fragrance intensifying, igniting a primal yearning within them both.

"What is this nectar, Penelope?" Tempest stammered, her voice a mere whisper. Her body thrummed with an unfamiliar current, a cocktail of desire and trepidation that defied definition.