Chapter 128: Tasting From The Tap
The Earth Mother paces about in a tight, agitated circle across the chamber floor, rubbing her temples like she’s trying to physically massage the concept directly into her skull by force.
"Okay, let’s go over it one more time. I want to make sure I understand this correctly," she says to the Desert Spirit before pointing at Vuvi twirly across the room. "The redhead is something called an Alchemist. She’s the one that built that..." she turns to Pip. "The metal man, which is called a ’construct’. The construct, called Pip, is powered by a divine crystal. And said crystal... contains the soul of a person from another world... beyond the Veil." She shakes her head. "Furthermore... It grows stronger from carnal relations with mortals and deities alike." Then she wags a finger in the air. "And to top it all off... he produces condensed, origin-tier magic? Did I get that right?"
"Yes, Mother," the Desert Spirit says, exasperated. "That’s what I’ve been trying to—"
"YES!!!" the entire team shouts in unison from inside their respective tornadoes, cutting off the the spirit completely.
Pip nods so vigorously his neck servos audibly whine.
The Earth Mother stops pacing and throws her hands in the air in disbelief. "That is the single most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my entire, extraordinarily long life. I don’t believe a word of it. It’s madness!"
"IN OUR DEFENSE..." Vuvi shouts from inside her tornado as she spins past, "IT SOUNDS WORSE... WHEN YOU SAY IT... OUTLOUD!"
"IT REALLY DOES!" Veena shouts back from hers.
Pip lets out a long, defeated string of beeps. Everyone else groans in frustrations.
The Earth Mother’s legs wobble beneath her, power visibly draining out of her frame like sand through a cracked hourglass. She reaches for her daughter, arms quivering, eyes welling. "I’m not going to last much longer, sweetheart. I’m so sorry I couldn’t..."
"Please, Mother, just listen!" The desert spirit pleads.
"I don’t trust mortals." the Earth Mother says, voice cracking. "They’re the reason I faded away in the first place. Trusted my soul to them... look where that got me."
Pip decides he’s out of patience for diplomacy. He rises from the altar, turns to face the the demi-goddess and collects every scrap of courage he has before activating his pelvic port.
The port slides open with a soft, mechanical chime, and the room floods with golden light.
The Earth Mother, mid-tearful-goodbye, feels its warmth wash across her back and turns, only to throw up a hand up across her brow, shielding her eyes from the sudden radiance. "What... is that?"
"Since you wont listen..." the desert spirit says tiredly, "See for yourself, Mother."
The Earth Mother drifts closer, cautiously, and squints her eyes into focus before they shoot open, wide and enormous. "It’s... it’s magnificent." She breathes through choked breath, "Like... like looking into the face of the Great Mother herself."
Pip beeps, bashful, somehow managing to look both proud and embarrassed.
She rounds back on her daughter. "You were telling the truth?!"
A solemn nod.
"You... you actually rode that thing?"
A bashful snicker and another nod.
"And it turned you into... this?" She gestures at her daughter’s new, magnificent form, raidianty and humming faintly with power.
The desert spirit grins widely.
"And that’s where the nectar comes from." Her mother points squarely at Pip’s incandescent crotch.
"YES!!!" the whole team confirms again, spinning past at various speeds.
"Okay. Oooookay." The Earth Mother says slowly before poking experimentally at Pip’s glowing goods. Pip beeps sheepishly.
She then looks up at her daughter, brow furrowed with deep consideration. "And how, precisely, does one extract the nectar from the construct?"
Snickering erupts across the chamber and the rest of the team bite back laughs.
The desert spirit demonstrates with two fingers. One straight, one making a circle.
The straight one pumping rapidly in and out.
"THERE ARE... VARIATIONS!" Sera adds helpfully from her tornado. "DIFFERENT... POSITIONS!"
"I did NOT ask for a techincal breakdown," the Earth Mother says, holding up a hand, though she’s watching her daughter’s demonstration with clear, undisguised fascination anyway.
The Earth Mother’s eyebrows shoot up. "Well then..." She turn to Pip, face beaming with a new, contemplating fondness. "I haven’t done that in centuries." She taps his chest plate. "Can this thing actually handle a deity? I’ve shaped mountain ranges between my thighs."
"HE HANDLED... THE SEEDMOTHER." Vuvi yells smugly from her tornado. "THOROUGHLY!"
The Earth Mother scoffs. "The Seedmother is a child. A few millennia old, born from mortal longing to tame the wilderness. I was born from the will of the land itself. Eons before a single mortal foot ever touched soil."
"Considering how the last few centuries have gone for you, that’s not exactly the intimidating comparison you think it is" The desert spirit mutters.
"I heard that!" She barks before stumbling again, catching herself against the altar.
"Please, Mother," her daughter begs, voice cracking. "Just give him a chance."
The Earth Mother closes her eyes, breathes deep, and finally gives a reluctant nods. "Fine. But if this construct disappoints me, I am smiting the lot of you into a very fine, very permanent powder."
A round of nervous gulping ripples through the team, followed immediately by a scattered, panicked chorus of encouragement.
"YOU’VE GOT THIS..." Sera yells upside down in her vortex.
"REMEMBER YOUR TRAINING!" Veena shouts, which is a strange thing to shout given Pip has never received a single day of training in his life.
"WHAT... TRAINING!?" Vuvi yells back, still spitting hair from her mouth
"I DON’T... KNOW." Veena shrugged, "IT SEEMED... SUPPORTIVE!"
Pip, for his part, gives one last determined little beep in their direction, chest puffed, shoulders squared, the exact posture of a soldier marching off to a war he’s fairly confident he can win.
The Earth Mother snaps her fingers.
Pip is swept upward on a rising throne of sand and carried through the inner doors deeper into the temple, which promptly slam shut behind them with a boom of finality.
The six tornadoes drop instantly, dumping the rest of the team unceremoniously across the stone floor.
Vuvi sits up, shaking sand out of her red curls with both hands. "I am never," she announces, voice filled with barely suppressed fury, "setting foot in another temple. EVER! AGAIN!"
"You said that after the Seedmother’s temple too," Veena points out, spitting sand out of her own mouth.
"This time I mean it."
"You meant it then, as well." Veena scoffs.
"Well, this time I really mean it." Vuvi pauses, glancing toward the sealed inner doors, faint muffled sounds already beginning to leak through the stone. "Temples are just a load of trouble. And we don’t even get paid!"
Inside the Earth Mother’s private chamber, there’s nothing but a vast, featureless expanse of flat sand stretching in every direction.
Pip looks around, thoroughly confused.
The Earth Mother sighs. "I’m afraid it’s not much. I lost most of my power. Forgive me for the terrible decorating."
She lifts a hand, and a small stone structure rises out of the ground, a bed woven entirely from billowing, suspended sand.
She sets Pip down on its edge before slowly kneeling down between his legs.
The Earth Mother sighs, shakes her head with disbelief, and mutters, "This is ridiculous. I am a being older than the concept of rivers, kneeling in the sand for a sex-toy made by a mortal girl." Then, pointing a finger at his faceplate: "This had better work, construct, or I will rip you apart piece by piece. Sloooowly."
[Target Name: Earth Mother]
[Species: Demi-Goddess]
[Arousal Status: 67%]
[Emotional Status: Weakness / Lust / Hunger]
[Target Pleasure Objective: Satisfy and Sustain]
"Show me." She commands, tapping his pelvic port.
He complies, and his divinehood emerges into the low light. She watches it rise with unmistakable awe, drawing one long breath, before rolling her neck, twisting her jaw and leaning in.
Pip’s expression cycles through roughly five distinct emotions in under two seconds as the demi-godess uses a complex fusion of earth and wind magic that wraps the length of Pip’s entire metal member, locking in place with a vacuum like pressure, and sucking against his frame with the full strength of a very honry hurricane, which happens to be localized to the throat of a very beautiful goddess.
His entire body locks rigid and he collapses back onto the sand bed with a series of deeply satisfied whistles and beeps.
Several vigorous minutes of magical application later, Pip jerks hard, and the Earth Mother lets out a muffled, startled gasp as something warm hits the back of her throat. She falls backward, swallowing hard and thickly before sputtering, struggling to catch her breath.
But then, Her eyes flash with a sudden surge of raw, divine power. The air crackles around her as her mouth hangs open from shock.
She wipes her chin with two fingers and stares in wonder at the glowing residue coating her fingers.
Pip sits up quickly, hands raised in innocent protest.
She looks at him, awestruck, chest still heaving. Her expression shifts, sly and hungry, lips curling as she licks them clean. Then one finger, then the next, taking her sweet time about it.
"Deeeeeeelicious." She purrs, tilting her head as she looks at her fingers, slowly considering, savoring the ethereal taste. "Not quite the real thing." she turns to him, eyes glinting. "But close enough."
She flicks a finger, and ribbons of sand lash out, coiling around Pip’s arms and neck, hauling him firmly back down onto the bed.
"Relax, little Prince." she tells him, already lowering herself again between his thighs, voice low and rough with decades of built-up hunger. "I’ve been staaaarving."
Pip lets out a series of increasingly worried whistles... and then, simply melted between the goddess’ lips with one long, drawn-out beep.