Kirsta tried to wave off Zerxel as she moved to pick up the human.<strong>"I'm... cough...I can..."</strong>but then another wracking coughing fit tore at her and Zerxel used the distraction to lift up Kirsta.  It was hard to make out the stone platforms in the dust cloud that filled the room, visibility was so bad she couldn't even see more than two or three feet.  Thankfully her memory was pretty good and she felt fairly confident that she knew where she was going.  She made the first small jump and felt her boots click down on sand covered stone and moved across the platform. But just as she was about to make the next jump she was startled.  Cradled in her arms, Kirsta had snaked a hand up and pulled down a silken cup, exposing one of Zerxel's pierced nipples.  Zerxel wisely tried to stay focused on the task at hand, but when Kirsta's mouth closed on that hardened black nub, and tugging lightly on the peircing with her teeth, drew Zerxel's nipple into her mouth, it was too much of a shock.<br/><br/>Zerxel stumbled as she landed on the next stone platform.<br/><br/>She stumbled forwards even as the waves of naughty delight flooded through her body, like warm sunshine centered on the wet nipple in Kirsta's mouth and radiating through her whole body from that point.  Oh by the gods, it felt so good to be licked, to be touched that way.  She stumbled forwards and then right off the edge of the stone platform, crashing down into the sand at the edge.  Kirsta cushioned her fall as the two landed in the soft powdery sand and Zerxel's face went right into the lust inducing material.  Instantly her body cried out for release, she felt like she was on the edge of orgasm, but denied it, only needing a push to go over the edge.  Kirsta's hands were clawing at her clothing and for more than a few heartbeats Zerxel wanted nothing more than to let her do it... do whatever... but somehow her iron willpower held out and she began to crawl away through the sand.<br/><br/>Kirsta mewled in frustration as Zerxel kicked away from her and moved in the direction of the exit platform.  But since Zerxel could hear just fine, she knew the lust fueled human was right behind her, so she crawled on, unable to even regain her feet in the soft sliding sand.  But then only a few feet later she found the first step that led up to the exit platform.  There was no more coughing now, from either of them, and that in a way was almost more worrying.  Their bodies had stopped trying to fight off the lust sand.<br/><br/>The dais that the statue was on was a full foot higher than it had been before.  Now Zerxel could see, even that there were scrapes and scratches around the base.  Peering through the dust cloud she looked at them and realzied that the scratches went horizontally around the base.  She reached out and touched it, then pushed on it, and it moved.  Fighting the nerves in her body that were screaming at her to rip off her clothing, plunge two, three, four fingers into her soaking wet cunny, she grabbed the statue and stood up.  Leaning on it for support she took a step and the statue moved, rotating clockwise as she walked.<br/><br/><strong>"Please Zerxel,"</strong>she heard Kirsta say from very close by,<strong>"I need to get fucked so bad, don't leave me like this..."</strong><br/><br/>But Zerxel continued onwards, focused on her task, and then a resounding click, followed by a grinding noise that shook the very room.  Zerxel felt like the vibrations from those shakes were causing a satisfying frustrating ache, centered on her erogenous zones.  She knew she couldn't resist any longer, she had to give in, had to give into the lust....<br/><br/>Then a great woosh and suddenly the door in front of her began to rise on it's tracks, and fresh air filled the room.  With a great flumphing sound the dust in the air fell to the ground and fresh air filled the chamber.  The haze of lust that flooded Zerxel's mind lessened, even though her normally dark skin was now white as it was covered in the lust sand, every single inch of her body coated with the fine white sand, but at least she could think for herself again.  She looked down to see Kirsta only inches away, one hand inside her trousers, the other reaching for Zerxel, her eyes mad with lust.<br/><br/><strong>"Go!" </strong>she said weakly,<strong> "Go or I'm going to rape you!"</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zerxel's stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cliches:<br/>Swordswoman  (3); Rogue  (3); Dark elf  (2); Seductress  (2); Mage (1)<br/>Willpower  (3); Purity  (3)<br/>Minimum lust  (3);  Current lust  (7)<br/><br/>Current items of note;<br/>Two uses of 'vampiric blood' (burn one to gain a +1d6 on any roll)<br/>Leather boots<br/>Two plain but sturdy scimitars<br/>Zerxel's Enchanted Lingerie<br/>Black leather boots that strap to below her knee<br/>Pale amethyst nipple rings of protection<br/>Two large blood oranges (These delicious and nutritious fruit count as a very filling meal and drink)<br/>Two small meals</div></div>