“Okie Dokie, all things ready for me to go, yep, yep!”
Tik Tik bounces on her toes, staring at the giant portal before her, which brims with magical energy. Beside her is her bodyguard, Cynwrig, the beetle buzzing with all four arms crossed over his chest.
Behind the portal, the twinkish form of Maram, her spirit energy source, writhes with ecstasy as he is bound to the mechanism powering her most miraculous device. His moans and groans echo through the halls but are mostly background noise to the denizens of the wizard’s tower.
Eshere, Tik Tik’s slimy scribe, blobs towards the departing kobold, a frown forming on her gelatinous face. “Are you sure you only want you two to go this time, Miss Tik? Surely, another apprentice should come along and back you up.”
“Back up?” Tik Tik chirps, patting her partner on the head, the slime sticking to her fingers when she pulls away. “No, no, I’m perfectly fine. It’s just a return to see the bees. I need someone who knows what they’re doing to help mind the tower. You and your college friends will have a fun sleepover when I’m away, right?”
Eshere swishes from side to side in response. “You know me too well, Miss Tik. I’ve already sent the invitations.”
The kobold giggles with glee. “Be sure to tell the new apprentices to keep up their study and upkeep, okie?”
“You can count on me, Miss Tik!” the slime salutes, and with that, the portal finally reveals before them the pastel and verdant fields of the Floral Forest, home of Tik Tik’s bee friends.
Tik Tik smiles a warm, closed-eye smile before hopping into the forest, disappearing with her beetle companion for what promises to be an incredible adventure.
The moment the portal closes, the monstrous machine groans to a stop, spitting out steam and magical energy in loud and interrupted hisses. The boy battery, who was just climaxing in forced delight, falls forward, his arms shackled to the walls behind him, his entire lower body encased in the apparatus, and his eyes blindfolded. Drool drips from his tongue as sweat falls from his brow, his heavy breathing the only sound coming from the apparatus chamber for a good few moments.
“I know you’re trying to tempt me,” Eshere says. She places her hands on her hips, frowning. Though she faces Maram’s direction, she does not form her eyes, keeping herself from seeing his glistening, tattooed chest and perky, erect nipples.
He smirks, shaking his head, sweat dripping to the floor by the slime’s base. “Heh… it was worth a shot, right? Come on. Tik Tik’s away. Don’t you wanna just jam your pseudopod down my throat and rub my skin dry, Sex Jelly?”
“It sounds like a good time, but that’s the point, right, tempter?  Don’t worry, Maram, I get just enough feasting at my studies that I don’t have to be desperate enough to suck on you.”
“Heh… funny… Tik Tik expects you to be on your best behavior, but the lust spirit, well, fuck him, I guess? Lock him up like he’s a dangerous criminal.”
“Last I checked,” Eshere says, slurping closer to him, so close that his musk wafts up to her. She wrinkles her nose, turning away. “And as far as I know, you are a dangerous criminal.”
“Heh… I guess you got me there,” he responds, leaning in as far as his binds will let him, the chains of his bondage quivering as his lips languish right by her cytoplasm, whispering a husky breath into her.
In the subtle quiet that fills the room for a moment, Eshere sighs. “It doesn’t mean we cannot chat if you’d like to pass the time for a little bit.”
“That’s a good girl,” he murrs, licking his lips. “So, what exactly do you have planned for this sleepover of yours?”
“Well,” Eshere says, slipping her book up and flipping a few pages. First, Erin, Melia, and I will check the grounds around the tower and see what sort of flora and fauna are flourishing. Then we plan to use the baths while studying for our midterms, and finally, it’ll be time for dessert, courtesy of Baker.”
“Oooh, Erin. Yeah, heh… I remember her. She's a sweet, curvy thing. You could give her an explosive finale by letting me loose for some evening entertainment.”
Eshere slams her book shut, shaking her head. “None of us will spend time in this chamber, so you can relax and stay put with your nasty little thoughts.”
“Oh yeah, because I had plans to leave this tomb,” Maram sighs. “I'm sure at least one of you wants to flip the switch and go to some far-flung adventure. Give me some excitement while I’m powering this machine. What will it hurt if you teleport somewhere for a little bit? I won’t mind sending you somewhere fun, honest.”
“Just anticipate Miss Tik’s return. I’m sure whatever she’ll pull through the portal will bring you to completion.”
“Always does,” he quips.
“Of course,” says Eshere, her face shifting away from him as she slurps toward the door.
“It has been a while since you’ve gone on one of Tik Tik’s adventures yourself, hasn’t it?”
She stops.
“Aren’t you supposedly her scribe? Like, don’t you write her shit down for her little adventure serial?”
“She values my education enough to have me stay behind as of recently. What of it?”
“Ever wonder…” he asks, tilting his head this way. “What would happen if she found a use for you… powering some other machine?”
Eshere frowns. “Our relationship is not like that.”
“Well, that’s just some food for thought,” he says, punctuating his statement with a loud and long yawn. He lowers his head and lets his chest rise and fall in the rhythmic breath of sleep.
Eshere slurps away from the chambers, squeezing through the door's crack. But she stops, looks over her shoulder, and looks at Maram again.
“What if…?”