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I slunk to the lower levels of the teleportation chamber through a series of kobold-sized tunnels, squeezing myself through the tight corridors and spilling out to the other end, forming back into a fully-fledged shape. As I took in the device's inner workings, I learned its true machinations. It was nothing I had not anticipated, and it was something that I had been learning to dread with aweful excitement.

After all, on that day in the desert, delirious from the hot sun, Tik Tik had made the most startling and provoking of discoveries. As an artifact for an erotic tournament, the Stick of Champions was powered and guided not by some divine secret but by the generation of carnal pleasure.

And before me was a device, no, a full chamber, dedicated to extracting such feelings.

Tik Tik is a disarming woman of many contradictions. On the one hand, I knew her as a compassionate soul, eager to learn about her new friends and happy to share in delights with her old acquaintances. But on the other, there is every bit the defensive kobold engineer, brought up by a society that values survival over singular sentimentality. That is not a Tik Tik I had personally experienced, nor was it a Tik Tik who had been seen very often in previously recorded works.

But here and now, in the bowels of her most important invention, Tik Tik has hidden away a secret that gave me pause as I stared at it. Even recording my recollection here and now shows the unsteadiness of my hand.

Before me was the strange spirit known as Maram: the same Maram that had disappeared with Tik Tik at the closing of the Tournament of Pleasure and who had not been seen before his arrival or since his departure.

No one in the Tournament of Pleasure knew much about Maram. To the viewers, he was merely a spirit taking the form of a beautiful young man with power unlike any other. The more he exposed himself, the more irresistible he became.

I knew not the mechanism of his peculiar ability. At that moment, unprepared as I was, I had to meet it full-on, for the tubes and wires that connect to the teleportation device connected straight to a device at the end of this room, and in that device, suspended by golden chains, was Maram.

The spirit stood there, dangling with his head low. He wore not a stitch and was clad only in runic tattoos that glowed down his body, tracing a path down from his shoulders and chest and down to and over his manhood. The member glowed with a soft violet hue, matching his messy hair. His chest slowly rose and fell, his breaths indicating that he was unconscious where he stood. Around him, pink sigils thrummed with magical power in an alternating pulse to the glowing upon his body. Looking at him, I felt my core shudder with eager anticipation. The glowing throbbed faster and brighter, and the machine's hum became more intense.

"Desire," Tik Tik finally said, stepping up beside me. Her voice arrived as a soft whisper on the edge of my consciousness. "That power the device, and power Stick. Gods had great desire for Tournament, so Stick went where they want. Tik Tik often have great desire, so Tik Tik can sometime make Stick want, but other times, Tik Tik need another way."

I slinked closer toward the device, but a moment after, a spectral wall appeared before me, glimmering and hindering my view of the man. Without seeing him before me, my core lessened in its quivering, and my hunger quelled.

It would seem that no matter the apparatus of desire, Maram could tap into it, whether it be the reproductive urge of multicellular organisms or the hunger that comes from my own biology.

"Maram provide great resource for Tik Tik, so Tik Tik use device whenever Tik Tik wants, even when Tik Tik not horny. Sometimes, better that way. Never know where go when want to get off."

"But Tik Tik," I began, steadying myself against the wall. "Surely, you cannot keep someone here against their will? Maram is a living being recognized by the gods, is he not?"

"Lots recognized by gods," Tik Tik said, "But that no matter. Gods mess with Tik Tik, so Tik Tik take their things."

I slapped my hand against the wall, gripping my other hand into a fist, which trembled with some half-remembered sensation of pure want. "But surely, you can't keep him locked up!? Surely that isn't... isn't...."

I couldn't bring myself to finish those words. I had before that time a few misconceptions about Tik Tik that, as I looked at her calm gaze, I realized may be challenged right then and there.

"Isn't what? No good? No worry, Tik Tik no need do good. Tik Tik just need to correct, and this correct."

"But, how can it be...?"

My voice trailed off a second time from the disappearance of Tik Tik's clothing. Had she been making them from magic this entire time? How did I not notice that when she was inside me? How did she hide that from me?

The nude kobold stepped up to me, brazenly sticking an arm into my lower body. The wizard squeezed my slime and pulled, bringing forth a sticky glob of myself out from my form, and without much fanfare, she slipped that slime between her legs, keeping her eyes upon me the whole time.

She rocked her hips, coaxing my hands with her own as she watched me with a semi-closed glance and soft panting breaths.

"Now... you see... what here... you can... learn what... happened...

Tik Tik's desire tastes even better when she offers it so brazenly. I could not help but slip blissfully into the world she painted for me. While I cherish expressing ideas through words, no words can truly convey the understanding that comes with sex.

But in my next part, I shall endeavor to try.