Feeding the Tree

Deep in the void, a stirring.

The Summon Spirits had become restless. They were connected to each other, so what one felt, all felt. And they were all connected to Sheena, their pact-maker. Recently, Sheena’s mana had become increasingly sexual, and thus all of the spirits became more sexual as well.

When they were not being summoned, they mostly slept – or rather, relaxed without activity, since constructs of mana don’t sleep. Occasionally, Gnome, Aska, and Shadow would play cards, and Celsius would make cutting comments about the other “female” spirits – because, of course, they had no gender, but had identified as one or the other for so long that it became easiest to think of them as whichever gender they looked like.

But something new, now, as the pact-maker became more focused on physical interaction with the one who had the right to Origin’s power.

Celsius and Efreet started it; he grew tired of her catty remarks and used a flame to burn her clothes off. The sight of her made the rest of the spirits stop, shocked at her pale nudity. It lasted for all of two seconds (or an eternity; what is time to a Summon Spirit?), and then Efreet leaped upon her.

She tried, naturally, to resist. It was token, however, because their feelings were linked with Sheena’s, and there was substantial feedback within their own circle. Celsius herself was almost as aroused as Efreet was, and welcomed his claw-hands on her cold body.

His hands were hot with the fire encased within him, but he was still being careful not to burn her. It had been ages since she had felt warmth of any kind, and this heat on her bare, chilly skin was delightful. Celsius’s cool flesh likewise delighted Efreet, and he drew her in to himself, wanting the feeling of her body against his.

They kissed, her small face dwarfed by his savage, demonic visage. Efreet growled as her hands moved over him, touching and caressing. She wrapped her legs around where his body joined his tail, her arms around his shoulders, careful not to damage the wings that sprouted from him.

The other spirits watched motionless, feeling slight shock and more-than-slight interest. Gnome broke the silence by snickering and taking a step closer to Sylph, watching the three faeries eye him with interest.

After that, it was an avalanche. They were all attracted to their opposite numbers, like the poles of a magnet. Volt sent a small shot of electricity towards Undine, catching her on the chest, and she gasped as the tingle made her nipples (which she hadn’t known she had) stand up. Shadow and Aska moved to either side of Luna, pulling her staff out of her hand and sliding the straps that covered her breasts off.

Through it all, Celsius and Efreet were moaning and sighing, loving the feel of their opposing elements meeting.

Gnome tossed his shovel aside and grabbed Yutis who threw her bow and quiver aside as well as she tucked her butterfly wings in tight to her body. She reached out to stroke his soft fur, exciting him to the point where the propeller on his head began to spin. Fairess pitched her shield off to one side and glanced at Sephie. The final part of Sylph dropped her sword and flew lightly over to Fairess, wrapping her arms around the other spirit. They kissed, and then gradually made their way over to Yutis and Gnome, who were rubbing each other all over.

Volt was increasing the number of currents he ran between himself and Undine; there was now one to each of her breasts and one to the space between her legs. Undine herself was running a hand over Volt, letting him feel the wetness of her body (she being, of course, the Summon Spirit of water), feeling the increasing tingle as she touched him.

And Luna was letting Shadow flip her skirt up to touch her wet pussy, while Aska ran his bird wings over her exposed breasts. The light in the void shuddered as they touched each other, Luna’s brightness becoming eclipsed by Shadow’s darkness, then reversing. Aska flew up to the top of the moon that Luna perched on, and she reached up to brush her hands gently over him, her soft fingers making the bird-shaped spirit crow with delight.

Within minutes, the entire company of Summon Spirits was writhing and crying out, filling the void with the sounds and smell of sex. There were moans and sighs, fluttering wings and groans, screams and gasps. They all orgasmed at once, the resulting release of excess mana lighting the void like a rainbow lightning bolt.

As they relaxed in post-coital exhaustion, they felt a questioning thought from the pact-maker. She’d felt the outpouring of mana, and wanted to be sure everything was all right. They assured her – well, Luna assured her – that everything was fine, and she went back to sleep. All of the spirits looked at each other, smiled, and switched partners.