Gather some more.

With the aid of Fava, and less so Delphi, you managed to harvest three more in the general area before you feel that should be enough. It's not easy. One does erupt again for you, though you back away quickly as the gas begins to rise up from the crack like a plume of smoke from a chimney, and two do for Fava, though it doesn't seem to do much. It's unlikely her body has the need to actually breath. Either way, one plant should be all that's needed, though it's a safe bet to have more, just in case any rupture, and you're sure Dix will find use for them anyway. They may have many other applications in the art of alchemy.

Though you do feel a little strange. It may have been said Men's Bane isn't toxic, but it can't be good to just inhale a bunch of gas that comes from any plant.

Then, you jump in place. A rather sensual, "Ah!" escapes your lips by accident--a gasp of pleasure at the sudden intense sensation to your groin. You look down to see Delphi with both hands pushed against your flaccid cock, though the actual feeling is like it's your very first time. Your heart races as a rush of ecstasy fills your body, and the moment her hands start to move and her tiny, teasing massage makes its way up the shaft, you start rising up quickly. It feels as if you've been teased and denied for weeks, and now you're finally being touched. No, it's more than that. This is an unnatural sensation. Even if this was back before all you've done here in Absoterra, you wouldn't feel even close to this at a sensual touch. It's like in these brief moments, her physical touch alone is filling your balls to the brim.

Gasping again, you back up into the trunk of a rather thick tree behind you. This causes Delphi to flutter back with a devious grin drawn across her face. You move your hands down to cover your groin in confusion. Even at your own touch it feels amazing, albeit not as much. "Wh-What kind of magic is this?" you ask frantically.

Delphi claps. "Oh this is hilarious. Hey, Fava. Do you know anything about Men's Bane?" she asks.

Fava shakes her head. "No. I'm confused too."

"Oh no," you interject before she can reply. "It does something specifically to men, doesn't it?" With weird things like those red crystals that only affect women, I guess it was only a matter of time.

"That's right. It's called Men's Bane because there's nothing a man can do about its effects," Delphi explains. "It makes them extremely sensitive to sexual stimulation. A poor man made to sniff the gas from inside stands no chance to last at all with anyone they're with. How embarrassing~."

"Ooh, let me see," Fava says. Her sheer boldness catches you completely by surprise. You're not sure if it's the mischievous nature of pixies, the curiosity of artificers, or something else, but she reaches around to immediately grab your dick. Her hand wraps around it firmly--now prominently erect behind the fabric of your trousers.

You let out an audible moan again as her touch makes your knees weaken. Intense sexual pleasure fills you up the longer she keeps you held. You almost feel too winded and dizzy to find the strength to push her away, though a large portion of your mind is currently urging you not to do so. You can't decide. Right now, you're at their mercy, though it's rather humiliating too. Delphi wasn't exaggerating. You feel as if even you would hardly last in such a state.

"Sometimes it's called the Sprout of the Sensitive Swordsman," Delphi adds. "Though I feel like it would be a lot more popular between couples if it worked on women, huh?"

Fava releases you at least. "My heart races at the amount of chaos something like this could cause."

Your heart races as well, though not for that reason. It gets even worse when you hear the sound of giggling once again. Now they're not so much a mystery, however, as tiny figures start to emerge from between the branches above, as well as from tall grass below. One, two, three, and then four pixies all with different coloured hair and dresses flutter their way over like hovering flowers. They come in close enough to inspect the situation, though by the way they look to one another with mischievous laughter, they likely have been watching for awhile.

"Uh. How long does this last?" you ask Delphi nervously.

"Relax. The effects of Men's Bane only last like twenty minutes tops." Then her brows rise. "Rose... Is that you?"

Among the four pixies who arrived, one of them is familiar. "Mistress Delphi," she says in awe. "You're back!"

You didn't notice at first, but Fava's pseudo-body has been left against another tree not far away. The pixie herself appears beside you--golden wings trimmed with black, with the same messy blue hair but with a yellow dress and goggles above her eyes. Her real figure is certainly a lot more slender than the one she made for herself, though the cute artificer has brought the amount of fairies flying around you to a total of six.

Delphi lands on your shoulder. "Hey, Rose. You and your little friends there don't mind hanging with me and my friends, right?"

They look to each other. Rose speaks up. "No, Mistress."

She grins wide. "Then for old time's sake. Come play with the Dark Fairy."

It's impossible to ignore your current state with the hefty reminder barely contained in your pants. Even the feeling of it moving against the inside of your underwear causes you to shiver, though with how it felt both times it was touched, you grow worried of what's to come. The last time a hand grabbed it, you felt almost as if it put you right to the edge, and it's a bit embarrassing to be in such a condition surrounded by six girls flying around like a swarm of hungry bees.