Time is relative.

After lunch, Cilla brought me to Sammy's room for a joint lesson on yet more geography. Entering the door, I find the room was just as our Slime had requested. A variety of alchemical bottles and what-nots, interconnecting and swirling about in a large, metallic room, with somewhat out of place furniture. Finely crafted wooden chairs, with leather cushions filled with a gentle filling; placed near a desk covered in a variety of doodles that had been drawn up by Sammy during our last night in the Domain; pinned to a large writing board.

"See! This is you, Teacher. And this is you, Boss!" She say, pointing at the two intersecting stick figures; a silly depiction of... lewder times.

"Yes, I see..." Says Cilla, hiding her blush under her hood. "... wait, where do you sleep?"

The Goop Girl slides into one of the open nozzles of the alchemical lab, zipping through the machinations in swirling, zig-zag patterns; popping out far above us.

"In the tuuubes!" She says, falling towards us, and splattering all over her bedroom. "Monster makes the best rooms..."

"Oh, please don't thank me too much." I beg; the last time I was "thanked" still fresh in my memory.

Cilla takes a seat at the table, pulling that familiar map from her cloak. "Anyway, once Sammy has gathered herself up, we will begin our lesson on the two primary continents."

Pointing to the familiar C shaped landmass, our Teacher begins. "This, is Lunari; named for its crescent moon-like appearance. This continent is known for its long, dreary history; empires rising and falling, most recent in that long line being the Kingdom of Krow, which was akin to a Capital for all of the Light. It's climate is average, and even, allowing for year-round harvests; even the trees grow faster in this soil. It's many, many mountains are rich with minerals, leading to a booming mining industry. The economies of most of this half of the world is reliant on exporting produce across the sea to the other continent, as it's plentiful harvest of food, lumber, and vast stone quarries are more than enough to supply itself, ten times over. Unfortunately, due to the Holy War of the Waters currently ongoing, much of this trade is being disrupted; even more so than the usual pirates or privateers usually do."

She then points to the swirling star-like continent, isles and archipelagos spanning out from the center likes rays of light. "This is Solaro; named for its sun-like shape. A much harsher, and volatile land. Its history is written more so in blood than ink, as the hundreds of distinct factions war for territory across it's wide span. Its climate is wild, with some regions being scorching desserts, right next to freezing mountains. The combination of ungodly weather, and constant territorial disputes, means that the land is riddled with constant strife, hunger, and shortages of material. Most stable nations rely on the imports from Lunari to maintain power, with a few exceptions; such as the Mohun, or the people of Yokong. Their economies are usually based in area specific goods that can be found or grown nowhere else but the strange envoirment of their territories. A tea-leaf that triples strength, a spice that makes rotten food edible once more, ect."

The lesson droned on and on, with her detailing more specific countries, exports, and even trade routes. My eyes began drooping; brain shutting down from the vast intake of information. Once the lesson was over, I decided to simply go have a nap before we leave to find work. I open the door to my room, slowly closing it behind me like a zombie. I flop into my comfy bed, and take in the sight if my room; something I hadn't been able to do yet.

Combining the homely feeling of my stay in Saltmoore, with the smooth, melted walls, and the smell of hand worked wood, I had added the finery and decorum found in the Domain of Haligcarnassus; while a horrid, manipulative bitch, she had nice tastes. My bed was a king-sized, silken thing, fluffier than a bloody cloud. Just off to the side was a wardrobe, a full body mirror for use with God's Eye, and a desk to study for Cilla's tests. A window peered out to the sight of that shore Piper had left here, a lovely sight to see, even if she had nearly drowned me in it.

My eyes were slowly closing, my mind drifting away...

"Oh, bang on digs, big fella!"

A pixie had landed on my chest; Trixie had seemingly snuck in while I closed the door.

"What do you want..." I ask.

She smiles coyly, closing an eye and sticking her tongue to the side. "Well... this wee fairy may or may not have kept a little cheeky secret spell; under that ****-hex gunk Mortsie left. A spell she want's to try?"

"Fine." I say, barely paying attention; eyes still drifting to the Seknium.

That is, until Trixie drops her dress onto my chest, and plucks off her undergarments; hiding her shame with only her hands.

"Let's crack on with the festivities, hun."

"Fun."

"This is gonna be bang on, a real catch."

"Snatch."

Something impacts my legs, as the blushing Pixie slowly lifts herself in the air, allowing me to rise and see what it is. A tubular object, the same violet hue as Trixie's petal-skin, rests on my thighs. Taking hold of it, I see at it's tip... the slit of a pussy; twitching, and dripping wet in anticipation.

Floating by my ear, Trixie whispers to me. "I ain't no floozie, but when I saw this new body of yours... well, there's a reason me and Mortise got along so well. Same taste in pretty fellas... take it out."

Now wide awake, and fully aroused, my pants were close to being torn open by a certain something. Pulling them down, my re-forged blade sprung forth, ready to answer the call. Unlike the rest of me, my throbbing cock had actually grown in size; gaining half an inch in girth, and a new addition. At the base, adding another inch and half, maybe two, was a bulbous, pulsing knot. When I had felt myself after the transformation, I had assumed this was my body's answer to my "failure" to impregnate any of my lovely mates.

"Jesus Christ on a uni-cycle!" Shouts the Tiny Tease, quickly floating down to my thighs for a closer look. "It's bigger than me! Oh... before you use it... could I?"

"Do what you want." I say, wondering where this was going.

She slowly tip-toes toward my cock, letting it tower over her. "Just like me fantasies..."

Trixie presses against it, almost in a hug; her arms not long enough to encircle it's girth.

"So fuck'n warm... ah! Just put it in!" She begs, pulling free, and shooting her hand down to her leaking pussy. "Pleeease use it! Use me!"

Not questioning her wording, I line up the toy-spell with the tip of my cock. I begin sliding it down slowly, the tightness threatening to crush the life out of me as I do. I eventually reach the base, my knot begging me to let it gain entry as well.

"Oh fuck..." Says the Pixie, as a small phantom-bulge forms in her belly. "God, keep going..."

I begin to use the toy at a steady pase, the phantom-bulge acting as my cock does to the toy; pounding the Pixie into submission. She cries "Faster" as she falls back, rubbing her clit like a bitch in heat. I increase my pace, my knot slowly poking into the spell-bound pussy. She cries out, tightening around me as she reaches climax; prompting me to slam down hard with the toy. My knot enters it, bulging the toy wide as I begin to unload the most seed I had ever felt leave my body. The flood of cum then somehow begins firing out of the Pixie's pussy, her belly growing like a ripening grape as the fluid pushes into her faster than it can eject from her small body. Halfway through my overwhelming orgasm, the toy vanishes, leaving me spewing out onto her bare body, coating Trixie in a bath of my seed.

After a solid ten minutes of blank-minded moaning, Trixie speaks.

"Could... you go get Ashes, love? I don't think a bath will do..."