Chapter 123: Sand, Steam, and a Sprite’s Salvation
Pip looks to Vuvi, eyes glowing a soft, yearning gold. His body was already vibrating slightly with eagerness to help. The sand sprite hovers beside him, arms wrapped around his slim figure, watching him with the desperate, starving, lust-filled hope that makes his chest hum warm with purpose.
"No! Absolutely not!" Vuvi snaps, arms crossed, sand clinging everywhere. "We know nothing about her. She trapped Raikya here for a month. She’s not a potential client. She’s a walking liability."
Zora steps forward and clears his throat... or rather the sound a lich makes when he doesn’t actually have a throat to clear.
"Actually, Lady Blackthorn, if you think about it. It’s quite worth considering. Pip does seem to get stronger when he’s done pleasuring a magical being. Surely you remember what happened with Seedmother?"
"And the water nymphs too." Penelo adds as she shakes sand from her fur.
Pip nods eagerly, chirping a series of eager whistles that somehow conveys please, please, please!
Vuvi scowls at him. "You’ll take literally any excuse to satisfy a woman. Even a cranky, half-feral desert spirit who tried to hex us into a nap five minutes ago."
She sighs, pinches her nose and reaches for her flask. "Fine! Zora... could you conjure up something private, please?"
"With pleasure!" Zora claps his bony hands together, delighted, and with a flourish of gold and violet light conjures an absurdly opulent silk tent right in the middle of the dune, complete with tassels, a little welcome mat and a ridiculously large, comfy bed.
Vuvi drops into the sand beside it, flask already at her lips. "One hour." she calls toward the tent flap. "And then you’re telling us everything you know and leading us out of this godsforsaken oven."
"Deal!" the sand sprite chirps, practically vibrating with anticipation.
Penelo and Lula flop down next to Vuvi, groaning about the heat, fanning themselves with their own hands like it’ll do any good against a desert that hasn’t cooled off in years.
Zora offers to conjure shade, but Pip whistles. He has a better idea.
His hands glow green and blue as magical vines and glowing water weave together in the sand, carving it up, until a shallow pool blooms out of nothing. Crystal-clear, lined with softly glowing, shimmering roots that pulse in time with his own light.
Penelo and Lula don’t even hesitate. Clothes go flying as the two of them dive in with twin gasps and reckless abandon.
"Ooooooh, It’s like the water is caressing me," Penelo moans, sinking to her chin, eyes fluttering half-shut.
"I love Pip’s magic!" Lula groans blissfully, stretching out along the glowing vines like they’re a bed. "So soothing."
Zora gives a proud little slap to Pip’s shoulder, mumbling something about "remarkable dexterity with elemental weaving." Pip gives a proud little beep in return, chest puffed out.
Then the sprite grabs his metal hand in both of hers and hauls him bodily toward the waiting tent.
"Careful!" Vuvi calls, already peeling off her own shirt on her way to the pool. "Go easy with with the... you know. The love juice. We have no idea what that stuff does to a magical being."
Pip snaps off a crisp salute just before he’s yanked through the tent flap by a very enthusiastic sand sprite.
For a few minutes, there’s only muffled giggling.
Then a flash of divine light spills through the seams, followed by a gasp so reverent it could’ve been a prayer.
"It’s... It’s GLOWING!" comes a breathless shout shortly after.
A pause, some shuffling and then a joyful shriek. "OH GODS! It VIBRATES too?!"
The group dissolves into laughter from the pool. Zora starts to rise. "Perhaps I should check on them. For science of course."
Sera grabs his cloak and yanks him back down. "He made the Seedmother orgasm. Six times. A starving little sand sprite isn’t going to break him."
Zora settles back down, grumbling something about "just being thorough," while Sera pointedly keeps a fistful of his cloak in her hand, just in case.
Sure enough, the sounds drifting from the tent begin to shift.
Softer, breathier, unmistakably pleasured.
Vuvi peeks over the pool’s edge, curious despite herself. "You know... I’ve never actually seen him with a magical being before."
The whole team trades a look. Slow, sly grins spread across every face.
"A peek?" Venna grins.
"A tiny peek." Vuvi says, already climbing out.
Five pairs of eyes creep to the tent flap and part it an inch.
Five pairs of eyes go wide with wonder.
The sand sprite was straddling Pip... and they were floating, a full foot above the cushions, her head thrown back in open-mouthed bliss, his whole body haloed in divine gold light, shimmering sand shedding off her in waves as every inch of her quivers in a delight pulsing from deep within.
"That looks magical!" Penelo whispers in awe. "I didn’t know he could float!"
Vuvi opened her mouth to answer, but the sprite’s moan suddenly hitched into something higher, uncontrolled, sharper.
Pip jerks once.
His glow flares blinding-bright as the sprite lets out a layered, echoing cry of pure rapture and Pip locks his hand around her waist and plants her masterfully against his hips. Quivering flesh meeting vibrating metal.
"OOOOOOOH MOOOOOTHER!!!" The sprite howls and she grabs her head and slumps back in mind-melting ecstacy. Limbs jerking, eyes rolling, mumbling sounds of euphoria and reverence.
A jet of steam bursts from Pip’s back before the entire tent detonates, a pillar of raw magical light erupting from Pip, enveloping him and the sprite in a divine, ethereal warmth.
The team is flung backward across the sand in a pile of limbs and shrieks.
Zora barely manages to conjure a wall of pillows in time to catch them all in a soft, undignified heap. They throw their arms up, shielding their eyes as a howling whirlwind of suddenly sand rips upward where the tent once stood.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?" Vuvi yells over the roar.
Veena’s already on her feet, slamming a shimmering shield dome over the group as sand and grit lashes against it.
Inside the swirling funnel, barely visible through iridescent sand, Pip and the sprite were rising. Ascending together at the whirlwind’s glowing center, still locked in a carnal embrace.
"I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that!" Lula murmurs as she stares up at the soaring duo, completely awestruck.
Veena simply stares, mouth gaping at the sight of their shiny sex-golem rising hundreds of feet above the desert, still pumping and pounding. Ever diligent, ever aiming to please.
The sprite releases a final squeal of overwhelming bliss, and then the whole thing collapses. One final concussive blast of sand throwing the dunes into chaos before the wind dies as fast as it came.
Slowly, from the settling haze above, Pip gradually descends. The sprite clutched tight against his chest, both of them glowing faintly like embers, desert sunlight dancing across his glowing metal frame as he sinks to the earth like a slowly descending star.
His feet touch sand and he sets her down gently before him.
The group gasps as one.
Because the "her" standing there is not the tiny, flickering, half-starved sprite from an hour ago.
She’s stood tall now. Statuesque, radiant, sand shimmering off her skin like scattering diamonds, raw magical energy rolling off her in sparkling waves of pure energy. The air itself fluctuating around her as if struggling to find a hold on her glowing body.
Before them now stood a full-grown desert demi-goddess.
She looks down at her own hands, turning them over in wonder, running her palms down the length of her new body like she doesn’t quite believe it’s hers. The sand-dusted curves, the ridiculous height, the sheer power humming under her skin like a second heartbeat.
Then her eyes snap up to Pip, glassy and stunned.
"That," she huffs, "was transcendent!"
She breathes and the dunes seem to breathe with her.
"Literally!" she grins, twirling as sunlight glitters on her skin. "I look like my mother! I feel... AMAZING!"
Vuvi, still soaking wet, half-dressed, body covered in sand, just stares between the newly-minted demi-goddess and her very smug, very glowing construct.
"Okay, okay..." she mutters, reaching for her flask again. "Now I want notes!"