CHAPTER#138

Naia. Why was Naia here as a statue, and not as a game piece? He had seen her as a game piece before, but why the fountain, why not wander the house in his mind and dig through its many rooms?

The sparkling lights returned, surrounding him.

"You're trying to tell me something, aren't you?"

The home's laughter filled the garden, the lights bobbing up and down in wave like patterns that made him think of ripples. This made him look at the fountain once more. The Architect had met Naia and built this home on top of her hot spring, locking the home to her. Naia was, in a way, an extension of the house, but the house was also separate.

The lights rippled around him again, then again. They all turned blue and green, softly changing colors.

The house. The fountain. They were tied to each other. Sticking his hand in the water, he half expected to pull the emerald out, but his hand closed on nothing. Spinning on his ass, he planted his feet in the water, contemplating the cool liquid.

The house. The fountain. Naia. His magic. Contemplating the liquid in front of him, he thought back to what Ratu had told him about magic. It required some form of intent, or symbolism. A means of acting out the desired result. He wanted the emerald, but it was buried deep in Naia's spring. But the spring was also part of the house, which, by proxy, was currently a part of him.

He had an idea, but it was weird, even for him. Still, he needed to try something other than just cooling his heels in the fountain.

Closing his eyes, he spread his legs and touched the smooth skin of his thighs. Small chills passed through his body, and he could feel his magic resonate deeply in response. Picturing the emerald in his mind, he imagined it buried deep inside of him, waiting to be teased out. Moving his hands up his thighs, the white gown he wore was split along the side, and it was easy enough to cast it to the side to reveal a thick patch of pubic hair over wet, puffy pussy lips.

Stroking the pubes, he found that his clitoris was thick and swollen, peeking out from beneath the hood. Feeling like a huge pervert, he stroked himself, moving long fingers across engorged flesh, exploring his vaginal opening and gasping in surprise. The water in front of him rippled in response, and he squeezed one of his breasts, thumbing at the nipple.

"Naia," he gasped, his magic seeping through him and into the water. The lights all around him shifted through the light spectrum, glowing brighter with every stroke. Teasing his vaginal opening, he let out a large gasp as heat flooded his groin, his pussy now soaking wet. He thought of the nymph, of the time she had sucked his cock and brought herself back to life, of the memories she had shared of her and Emily. Stroking his pussy faster, he pictured his own orgasm as a shining green emerald buried in the core of his body.

Water filled the fountain, and soon overflowed the edges, soaking the grounds of the ephemeral garden. The liquid below his feet was turning blue, swirling beneath him as he rubbed at his clit, then took the hand off his breast to finger himself, struggling with the awkward angle of it all. With every gasp and moan, the lights around him shimmered in response, and the spring began to bubble, heat flooding through it and up his bare legs.

The fountain rippled, water gushing over the sides as a figure formed beneath the surface. Naia's features emerged from the spring, her hands sliding along Mike's legs. The statue was still there, and he instantly knew that he was looking at the piece of her that he carried within him.

"How...?" he asked.

"This place is very much like the Dreamscape," she told him, then kissed his inner thigh. "You look like you could use a hand."

"I could use both," he muttered, squinting in sweet agony when Naia slid her fingers into Mike's pussy, stroking him from the inside. "I... need the... emerald..."

"Let me help you with that," she said with a smirk. As Naia penetrated him with her hands, she leaned forward and rolled her tongue around on his exposed clit. His whole body tensed up for a second and then relaxed, waves of pleasure radiating out from where they were connected.

He closed his eyes, picturing the house. Somewhere, deep within, the spring was waiting, pressure steadily pushing water to the surface. With every small contraction of his pussy, he imagined the emerald squeezing its way toward the surface, rolling around tight corners and flowing freely through small caverns no more than a foot across.

"Yes," he hissed, his magic permeating the pool and swirling beneath the water. Naia's tongue danced circles over him, and her fingers stirred his arousal into a frenzy, forcing the emerald ever upward through the tight passages. His breath came faster now, and Naia grabbed him by the legs and yanked him into the water. It flowed around him, and he was suddenly covered in watery hands that caressed every erogenous zone of his body.

Water flowed through the spring, the emerald tumbling ever upward as it approached the surface. The cries emanating from Mike were those of a woman on the edge, and he closed his legs, pinning Naia's head in place. Lifting his hips, he allowed her to fill him completely with fingers made of water. His entire body felt like it was ready to burst, and when he opened his mouth, a cry emanated from him that caused the flickering lights to spiral up into the sky and then fall like stars.

The fountain exploded, water gushing upward like a waterfall in reverse, and his limbs went rigid, the sky above falling down upon him in chunks. He closed his eyes and let the warm, soothing waves carry away his mind until all was dark.