“I’m sorry, you  must have me confused with the local yokels. You want me to do what, again?” I can’t help but question the Undine leader as my pinky swirls around in my left ear in the hope it was clogged and I misheard her statement.

Marla, the newly introduced Undine leader, sighs in exasperation. “You heard right the first time. In order to obtain the purified water you seek, you must mate with us.”

Well, this is a situation I never thought I’d be in. For all hot blooded males, the idea of rutting with multiple partners without strings or reprisal has always been a fantasy. I can even admit to myself, before I married Clair, that said dream was one of mine.

Now, I have the option to make that dream a reality - and all I can think about is my departed wife. Love makes men into sappy creatures, particularly when said love of their life is their best friend as well. That and any experienced man will know that more than one woman is too much trouble.

Seriously.

Rubbing my eyes in frustration and not a little sexual frustration, I can’t help but reply sarcastically, “So, to be clear, the reagent I’m looking for is the bodily fluid excreted from an Undines reproductive orifice?”

A nod is my reply, Marla’s face slightly darkened from what I’m guessing is the equivalent of an Undine blush.

“And the men from the village stopped coming here to collect over a decade ago, with no explanation as to why?” Maybe I should have been an inquisitor or detective.

Another nod is my reply.

“And every Undine here is more or less clamoring to be first for this?”

Another nod and the blush appear to be approaching atomic levels. Strange, since Marla does not appear to be young or a virgin. I’m guessing on the latter part.

I start pacing slowly around the room we adjoined to. Apparently, the Undines don’t live in or even on the waters but in carefully grown and constructed trees. Trees that have been grown and shaped into houses that are elevated over one hundred feet in the air. Feels like I’ve fallen into Tolkien lore or something.

Just waiting for the elves and dwarves to show up, muttering about rings.

I stop pacing and turn back to look Marla in the eyes, because damned if I didn’t want to oogle the rest of her. Undines apparently ooze sexuality, literally and figuratively. The pheromones are starting to set me on edge.

Deep breath. “Ok. Are men required to produce the purified water other than to sexually stimulate you?” I’m trying my best to keep cool, perhaps too hard.

Shaking her head, Marla replies, “No, men are not required. But the urge to mate during, ahem, production of the purified water is extreme.” Marla readjusts her sitting position, very obviously embarrassed and turned on. “While we can take care of each others needs, there is something about a males, uh…” She stutters for a moment before taking a deep breath herself.

“The ejaculation of a male inside us quenches the need to fuck anything and everything that moves.” Cue atomic blush.

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

Glad that there is only one Undine present, as the room is becoming more and more unbearably saturated with her need, I force myself to keep thinking about the issue without getting all squicky with them.

I’m not a prude, just mourning… that is slowly sounding more like an excuse than a legit reason. Ugh, damn it all.

“Let’s adjourn for the moment, I need time to think without being influenced. And no, I’m not accusing you.” I can’t help but add that when her expression falls. “Whether you know it or not, you are saturating the room with your need. I’m only human and don’t want to fall into a lust induced fucking frenzy.”

So stating, I leave her quaint tree-house and float my way back to the clearing I arrived in. I make sure to flex my mana and will by quickly cycling the air around me like a mini vortex, which helps to clear my nose of her scent and need.

I spend the next thirty minutes pacing in the clearing, thinking on ways to solve a problem with an extremely obvious solution.

Seriously, I’m about to kick the bucket and I’m going to turn away the opportunity for an epic orgy the likes of which everyone on Earth would be extremely envious of. Personal morals can suck so bad at times.

So, the orgy is ruled out in order to obtain what I want. To solve the problem, the Undines have to get themselves off while I keep a safe distance to prevent a lust induced fucking frenzy.

To accomplish this, they will need either help or a tool. As I’m present and extremely male, the Undines will be surly with me for ignoring their needs. Going back to the village to draft help would be a solution, but time consuming and I have nothing to offer except the opportunity for hot, carnal sex with another species.

Sure, there’d be some takers, but when they figure out what I’m having them do this for - the greed of all sapients will rear its ugly head. Or is it anthropomorphic? Ugh, not the time for philosophical musings.

That leaves me with… My skills. And what do I have the ability to do that many others do not?

Sigh. I never thought my first real enchantment work would be centered on the porn industry.

Knowing this decision will likely haunt me for the rest of my short life, I set down in the clearing and start crudely scribbling runes into the dirt while my mind attempts to work out what I want.

Idly, I remember my wife keeping a jack rabbit for the times I was away - which was more often than not due to work. Not something I’m proud of, but she has needs too and she never shared her bed with another. Male or female.

It may come as a shock to some, but not all military wives were quick to jump into another man’s bed for comfort while their husband was out fighting the good fight and defending their home and freedom. I was definitely blessed with her.

So, crude phallic shape of … of what? I look around the clearing and frown. Nothing obvious of use.

I reach my slowly growing sense of mana manipulation out and I ping on the bedrock not far below me. Nodding, I reach out to the bedrock and using my mana, pull.

I bring up a decent sized slab, about four feet long, one foot wide and half a foot thick. Flexing my will and mana, I start to seperate and shape as many as I can with the resource in front of me.

Several minutes pass and I finish with seventeen jack rabbit shaped phallic objects. Shaking my head, I start on the meat of the work.

Pulling the components I need out, the mana crystals, and two particular essences - fire and earth, I prepare for a stimulating enchantment experience.

Why fire and earth? Earth is simple, to keep the object hard and to limit breakage. Fire will be used to warm the stone I shaped and help give a more realistic feel.

The fact I could walk away from this with the essences I have already acquired has passed through my mind, several times. If the components are interchangable, why not leave the purified water behind given all the trouble it’s going to give?

Because I’m a stubborn ass and a completionist. Made gaming a chore sometimes with all the farming required in one shape or another.

While it seems silly to actually give a reason to stay, I could have gone with the simple reply of: reasons.

Now the runes and configuration. The essences will seep into the stone with my intent for their function, the runes will form from those essences, and the mana crystal will bind the enchantment while dissolving into the stone in order to hold said enchantment.

Rigid, unyielding, vibration, warmth. Basic set up that will feed off of the mana of the individual using it.

Simple set up, but I wonder if this idea will work… Adding a slight water accumulation build up and then discharge at orgasm, with mana variant added to imitate ejaculation…

With a slight ping noise, the enchantment is complete. I now can say I can make a vibrating dildo from stone.

Whoo, go me.

Wrapping up the rest takes about fifteen minutes, then I float my way back up to Marla’s Treehouse. Santa Claus is coming, bearing gifts for both the naughty and nice.