Snowcora's mind is foggy, and her flesh feels nearly the same. Time moves in flashes: Here she is being carried down stairs, then the splash of water as a sewer is traversed, more tunnels, but now of stone. When her head finally clears, she's lying on the stone dais in the cavern of crystals, with the Light of Nala standing like a pillar in the center. It is like she first saw it, floating in place and huge with light shining up from a flower-petal atop crystal shaft surrounded by a cage of woven bones with a cluster of feline skulls capping the bottom.
She's naked, atop the spread out cloak, her shadow-arm reaching out towards the light. Mordecai kneels next to her, and there's another presence.. Guy, the Vartan. He's the one who carried her; he's probably near the entrance of the cavern standing guard. The orb is glowing brighter and brighter on her hand, as her energy reserve fills back up.
"This is different. Is this because Nala declaring me her champion now?" Snowcora wonders as she floats in this odd time-jumping place. She isn't even sure when she got here but is now quite grateful that she is. She also has to wonder ... just where is Tulani?
As her energy returns, she's able to notice more things. There is a neatly folded pile of clothes near the Light, for instance. "Are you feeling better?" Mordecai asks. "I don't suppose you'll tell me of your connection to this.. ah.. thing? Or how you can change form? Are you really a dragon, as you appeared in the cemetery?"
"Yes, I am feeling better," Snowcora says as she sits up and rubs at her eyes. "I'm ... just an adventurer who through chance defeated a dragon and captured the Shadow of Amena," she explains as if that were no big deal. "It is through the shadow's latent power than I can change shapes to those I have learned. I can also change others with some effort." She looks over her shoulder at Mordecai, "Sorry. I know you were probably expecting or dreaming that I was somehow ... more."
"A goddess, perhaps," Mordecai says with a grin. "My social group is not one that puts much faith in gods, save one. But you have been holding out on me, perhaps.. although I find it comforting to know this body is that of a real person, somehow, and not a fantasy. How do you learn someone's body?"
"Oh, I'm quite real," Snowcora says with a laugh, "I'm just strange." The question elicits a shrug from her as she explains, "The process is called kenning. I learned it from a living shadow dragon. It's easier to explain what it feels like than how it works. It feels like licking someone from the inside-out."
"That.. is difficult to imagine," the Eeee says. "What happens the person so tasted?"
"You've watched me change, yes? It looks a lot like that, except the shadow engulfs the target instead of me and ... soaks all the way through them. It feels rather good, which makes it dangerous to do often," Snowcora says as she looks about and getting a little worried about Tulani. "Did you want to be kenned?" she asks the Eeee as her lips curl into a devious smile. "I could change you too if I did that ... into anything I know. I could make you look like I do now, for example."
"I would like to see the process first, from outside," Mordecai says, his Eeee suspicion kicking in. "Perhaps you could do it to Guy first? Also.. what other exotic forms do you know?"
Snowcora laughs at that. "Not many that I would consider exotic," she admits, "I have the form of an Igorina, which is a skreek, a male and female lapi, a savanite male, hogs, several bug-creatures, my friend Tulani - she's off-limits by the way, and several different Eeee. A bound spirit I ... know can add to that list with a elf, which is a pointy-eared human, and a couple dragon forms. I'm not sure she would agree to use those on anyone but me, though."
"I have seen the black dragoness, and the red drake," Mordecai says. Maybe he was hoping for something more fantastic. "I suppose an Aeonian would be too much to hope for, being so rare and.. chaste. Are there any types you wish to add to your collection?"
"Oh, yes, I do have a unicorn form, thanks for reminding me. The spirit ally of mine would have to apply it, though. I don't directly know its pattern," Snowcora adds as she taps her chin. "A unicorn is kind of like an Aeonian. As for add. Well, a vartan is on my list, and you might be..."
"I am.. unique enough that you wish to emulate me?" Mordecai asks with a grin. "Or so you can have me as a lover whenever you desire?"
"Maybe a little of both? Though the body doesn't duplicate the mind and attitude," Snowcora points out and grins. "I would need to turn back to my ... normal body to be able to do much, like say ken Guy. Do you still wish to see it? I could be talked into showing you the unicorn too, perhaps..."
"I'm sure Guy would appreciate a unicorn," the man notes. "And I wish to see if my art survives such a transformation. Show me.."
"Ah, you wish to see the unicorn now, before I ken anyone?" Showcora clatifies, just to be sure.
"I wish to see all of it of course," Mordecai says, and licks Snowcora's throat. "And maybe a dragon for me? The lust of it was.. inspiring."
You are the demanding one," Snowcora remarks and taps the end of Mordecai's nose playfully, "I will see what I can do." So, she folds her hands in her lap and thinks, "Kaira, I'm being requested to put on a ... show. Sort of. They want to see the unicorn. Would you be kind and shift me? Please? I'll ... buy you a cookie?"
"It better be a good cookie," the dragon whispers back, and then.. darkness. The only darkness capable of keeping out the Light of Nala, probably. But only for a short time, with so much energy available to make the changes. And Nicora opens her eyes to see down a long muzzle, and feel the horn twisting out of her skull. But her night-black hide still shows some of the gold and blue through the short fur.. when she can see past her ample chest, that is.
There is also a bit of tightness as the chain and rings are pulled taught. She's a bit bigger than usual now, after all..
"The tattoos stayed. I should probably be worried about that," Nicora finds herself thinking once her mind is clear enough manage it. It's also about that time the uncomfortableness of what she's wearing kicks in. "Ow," she mutters as she looks over to Mordecai. "Excuse me, I need to loosen this some." And so the new unicorn enters the code and slips the lock off the chain, then slides the chain back out. She takes a moment to connect the lock back tot he chain to keep it from getting lost, then comments, "There, that's better. I should remember to take that off before changing..."
"So.. lovely," Guy squawks, leaving his sentry post to come closer. He doesn't seem so large to Nicora now.
Nicora actually hands the chain over to Mordecai before rolling her head to look at guy. Her eyelashes flutter as she asks, "Am I?"
"A black unicorn," Mordecai says, looking entirely too happy. "Oh, what people in the club wouldn't give to see this," he sighs, and then licks at the soft hide. "I want to taste you," he mutters, teasing at the mare's neck with his fangs.
"Well you might be able to confive me to go back into that harness like this," Nicora teases as she rolls her head to the side to let him easily bite. She also pats the spot next to her on the dais for Guy to sit next to her.
FIX: Convince
The Vartan hops onto the spot, and nuzzles at Nicora's chest while Mordecai bites down and drinks from her neck. She gets that familiar little twinge; the feeling of being in absolute control over these men.
"You know ... I'm big enough to handle both of you in ... different ways," Nicora mutters a bit evilly as the edges of her lips on that long muzzle draw back into a sly grin. She even guides Guy's beak to one of the pearl-studded parts of her chest.
At even the notion, the Vartan struggles out of his pants, without releasing his grip on barbell - they stand out like ivory stars against the black hide. "Just what did you have in mind, my dear," Mordecai asks, pulling his mouth away from the mare's neck to do so.
"You are going to lie right there," Nicora insists and pushes the bat onto his back with unusual strength. Those odd fingers of her then start to play with every one of Mordecai's own modifications, starting with his ears and slowly working down as they tug and tease each one. After a bit, she nudges Guy's beak free and smiles at him, noting, "Now, I think you can reach around me, a big fellow like you ..." And so her back is turned to Guy so she can lean down and lick along Mordacai's bare chest!
The Vartan's feathers tickle her back, where the marks of Sunala and the dragon are hidden, black on black. Talons reach around to add some support, along with kneading. It's pretty clear that Guy is ready to do whatever Nicora wants of him. Mordecai doesn't resist either - this is the sort of thing he's used to, and he's willing to let the larger female take charge for now.
Nicora's tail swats, then tickles the Vartan in rather ... interesting ways while she's occupied using those larger lips of hers to torment Mordacai and his own personal artwork through tugging and teasing. One place she daces around, though, is his most intimate. Neither lip nor tongue have touched him there. Her hips shift a bit as do her legs. "I'll only offer for a short time," she remarks softly between licks on the furless Eeee to Guy behind her. Wow, she is feeling a little evil. Or at the very least, quite in control.
With a squawk, Guy takes the offer. It's a near perfect fit as well, both unicorns and Vartans being smaller than Rhians. And the Vartan doesn't waste his time; no need to be slow and careful as with a human or Eeee woman!
And Nicora's reply to that? A contented sigh and the comment, "Good boy." As Guy tends to her, she returns her attentions to the Eeee she has practically pinned to the dais! She's cruel about it too, for the longest time never quite touching the area that would likely give Mordacai the greatest pleasure. It's only when the Eeee actually starts to squirm that she does. Her thick lips and tongue, well ... give a lot of surface area for those knobs, ridges and studs the Eeee has in intimate places. And cruelly, her pace is in time with Guy's!
This causes the Eeee to squeak and gasp. And with all of the teasing beforehand, he doesn't have much resolve left. He doesn't hold out any longer than the passionate Vartan does.
Nicora ends her torment with a soft bite before withdrawing and just resting on her hands and knees. "Very good. I think I will keep both of you," she teases the pair. "I would ask if you would like to trade positions ... but Mordecai was more interested in a dragon..."
"The dragon?" Guy asks in alarm, staggering back. "Such sharp scales.."
"Oh, not quite yet. Not until my little Eeee recovers," Nicora claims as her tri-fingered hand pets over Mordecai's chest. "But it would be remiss of me to not tend to you if you still have the urge and will?" she says to Guy. "Are you still ... wanting?"
"Well.." the Vartan says, and licks his beak. His body answers for him though, showing it's interest.
"And what pray tell do you want?" Nicora asks of the vartan. "To take Mordecai's place on the dais...?"
"I wish.. I didn't have this beak right now," the man admits. "Proper lips to kiss you with, and hands that aren't all horn and talon. You're so soft, and I'm so rough.."
"What is your favorite species, then?" Nicora asks curiously.
"And do you want to be male ... or female?" she adds evilly.
"Oh.. I never really thought.." the bird-horse says in surprise. "This is magic.. but.. which is better?" he asks. "You've been many.. which is best to be?"
"Oh, each have their own good and bad points. It would probably be the most comfortable for you if you remained male," Nicora says, then smiles such that it even makes a unicorn look scary. "I have chosen," she says. "Kaira, turn me back to normal Nicora, I need to be able to use my shadow directly," she thinks.
A few moments later, and Nicora is.. well, Nicora again. Her tail lashes about, as if agitated.
Nicora pops her fingers and smiles all ... fangily. "Now hold very still No struggling," she promptly tells the Vartan as she reaches out and grabs his chest ruff of feathers with her right hand. Shadow oozes out like oil and rapidly spreads out over the vartan in her grip! "You might want to watch this," she murmurs to Mordacai.
The Vartan looks horrified at first, then calm as the shadow engulfs him..
Nicora's eyes narrow as the wonderful feeling of kenning someone begins to creep through her once the vartan is completely encased. She practically rumbles as she slowly kens the large male. She savors it in detail ... then that evil smile creeps across her lips as she begins to change him. The mass grows leaner and less imposing as she works. The shake is almost feline by the end. No, is feline when she draws the shadow away, leaving behind the young savanite male that she has worn herself a few times. "Much better, someone who can't complain, no matter what I do..."
The experience of being kenned and then shaped leaves Guy.. well, still aroused. His mouth opens and closes, releasing a squeak. He feels his throat and then his face, realization dawning.
"Could you change Hortense into a bunny?" Mordecai asks, his grin nearly as sardonic as Nicora's now.
"Good kitty," Nicora teases ... right before she pounces him and pins him to the dias! As she wastes no time in putting Guy's excitement to good use, she tells Mordacai. "I could make her the cutest little doe you ever saw."
"Or buck, if you would prefer that," she adds evilly.
The albino bat gives Nicora and her pet plenty of room. Once Guy realizes the opportunity, he puts those softer hands and lips and tongue to good use!
This time things are much slower so that Guy can enjoy his softer body for the time they are together. She's also discovering that her newer jewelry does add some new enjoyment to things now that the first two have started to heal some. Even with Guy as a savanite, things are far from quiet as she adds her own squeaks and squeals to his as she rides out and uses up his enthusiasm!
Finally, unable to draw power from the Light of Nala like Nicora can, the Vartan-turned-Cheetah is reduced to just a purring, happy mass. "How long will he be like this?" Mordecai asks. "Or is it permanent?"
"It lasts about a day, perhaps a bit longer," Nicora explains as she too basks in the glow afterward. "The change back is ... messy if not assisted. It can feel very uncomfortable and squirmy as the body shifts back to normal. Do you wish me to turn him back? Or ... do you want to change and enjoy him too? Perhaps as a human, hmm? Maybe a cute little doe..."
"What would be your choice?" Mordecai asks. "I have enjoyed your human form quite a bit, as well as your normal one. But you offer me a chance here to know what I am like as a lover. It is perverse and blasphemous a thought.. so I ask if you can do it? Change me into your albino woman, while you become me?"
"If I kenned you ... of course I could," Nicora replies, practically purring herself. "As for what you are like, you're... quite amazing." She holds out her hand to him and offers, "Take my hand and you shall become me, and I you."
The man grins sardonically again, and takes Nicora's hand. "And then I'll be yours, isn't that so?"
"Oh, I don't know. I still prefer belonging to you," Nicora teases as she lets her shadow loose again and it crawls up and along Modercai's arm. She's slow about doing it so that he can feel it all until the last few minutes, of being engulfed by the shadow. This turns out harder than it seems, if only because if feels so good to ken that she wants to rush it. Yet, she manages not too. It takes minutes before he is completely engulfed and she's sinking her shadow into him to ken him. Tis lingers, tastes, and teases as she holds him in limbo. Her eyes slowlys tart to narrow now as she focuses on his body, then in the image and pattern of Snow in his mind. Slowly she applies it to Modecai, easing out his hips and chest, pulling in his wings ... and the most complex, turning certain parts inside out and making new chambers deep within Mordecai's abdomen. A foll body shiver runs through Nicora at the delight of the change ... and withdraws the shadow to see the results of her work before she ask
asks to take on his form.
Snow lies on the spread out cloak, her body covered in a scene out of nightmare. She is pierced and decorated in all the ways Mordecai was, with raised ridges of deliberate scars spread about. Her eyes open, and have a pink vampiric glow to them.
Nicora leans down and /licks/ Snow. "Now if you will give me a few minutes..." she tells Snow as she sits back up. "/Kaira, can you apply that albino make Eeee shape I just learned to my body...?"
"It won't be completely accurate," Kaira notes, as the shadow spreads over Nicora. "Scars can be tricky. Should I try to force them?"
"If you can, just be careful," Nicora thinks as she feels the shadow cover her once more. She's so terrible these days...
It itches. And she's very aware of the scars when the shadow retreats. But now she's a man again, although covered in the symbols of the goddesses. A few of the scars are there, but not all - not the ones that required something inserted beneath the skin. That makes his genitals at least 'normal', despite having a bit of blue ink to them and the golden rings. Despite not being in a dragon form, he can still feel the gold somehow at work, subtly pulling the two halves of his spirit back into connection.
"Well ... this is different," Mordtraum rumbles in Mordecai's own hollow voice as he feels over the oddly smooth and pale skin. Being completely hairless, is different. He's always had at least hair on his head. Still it's interesting. His head rolls a bit and he eyes the human woman on the rabbit-fur cloak. "Well, hello there," he says as he reaches over and traces a claw down her chest.
Snowdecai shivers. "So.. which of us is to dominate the other?" she asks, reaching out to touch Mordtraum's own chest, tracing the Tree inked there in gold.
"Well, perhaps we should be ... equals," Mordtraum suggests as he leans down to lick one of Snowdacai's own pierced teats. "Or it might be hard for me to return to being your human canvas later..."
"There is one thing.. a small thing.." the human girl says, smiling. And then she brushes back her hair and turns her neck to her suitor.
"Oh, I was planning to do that, regardless," Mordtraum says and smiles a scary, fanged, smile. His head dips in and he bites down on her neck, just as he rolls on top of her. His hips shift, and although he is not fully linked yet, it is enough that he impales the human in much the same way Mordecai first impaled Nicora in his work chair...
Things do click soon afterwards; the combination of blood and a male Eeee form combining. Snowdecai squirms and gasps, until she gets comfortable with her body, which then responds on its own. And as always, there's a wonderful flavor to the blood, mixed in with that certain zest added by the vampire spirit within.
Perhaps Mordtraum was a bit wrong about who would control who because once things begin ... he ends up very much being in change. He hasn't been with Snow in a long time and he missed how her body felt, though it still doesn't quite compare to Rosalind. He feeds slowly, using the time to torment Snowdecai with his movement as he drinks. When his instinctual responses kick in that he has consumed enough, his jaws withdraw and he focuses more on current matters at hand ... namely enjoying the woman he has pinned to the dias.
It's heady, especially when wearing Mordecai's body. And it's also.. different.. because those special implants of Mordecai's are now on the inside of Snowdecai.. but still just as stimulating. And the bat certainly has admirable stamina! It's a shame there isn't a harness here though..
Mordtraum actually rumbles as he enjoys Snowdecai. More than once over the course of an hour. This body may have an aversion to sun ... but it compensates in other ways and well, the human is just so good. When he finally gives Snowdecai a reprieve from his attentions, he says, "Oh, I should give you to Hortense like this, like you gave me to her. Not that I minded in the end..."
"It's true that women have.. a very different experience," Snowdecai says. "And would you turn me over to her like that, instead of claiming me as your own?" she asks, coyly.
Mordtraum rubs his chin. "Oh, I would have her train you first, as I am not as experienced as you are in such things. Then when you were properly ready, she would return you to me," Mordtraum claims with a fangy grin. "So ... do you wish to stay that way ... or return to normal?"
"I think I need to practice my whiles for a bit," Snowdecai says, and turns her decorated face towards Mordtraum. "Am I beautiful?" she asks.
"Yes, in a scary-woman sort of way ... with all those scars and tattoos," Mordtraum remarks as he leans in to lick along Snowdacai's neck again. "And alas, none of your piercings will work with my chain and lock..."
"Why would you lock me up though?" Snowdecai says, brushing Mordtraum's cheek. "And.. will you show me a dragon now?"
"Ah, you want a male dragon," Mordtraum remarks evilly, "Now, as for why ... well, to torment you of course and deny you the urges you have."
"And I'll be a bit large as a dragon, you know. It might ... hurt," Mordtraum warns. Or is it really a warning?
"I never denied you your urges, did I?" the woman says, running her fingers over Mordtraum's belly. "As a man, I had you while you were a dragon. Fair is fair.."
Mordtraum grins evilly. "It's me again. New body request. I need a male dragon now to satisfy some person's lustings..." he thinks to Kaira. He's going to really owe her at this rate!
"Mmm-hmmm," Kaira goes. "Well now, which one? The one you created for me? The red and gold one I know so well? Or a Steel Dragon? My choice, or do you want a particular outcome?"
"Well, something scary-ish, but wouldn't be hazardous to a human like Snow, Mordtraum thinks, "Other than that, it can be your choice..."
"The one you made for me then, black as space but not so cold as steel," Kaira says, and the shadow covers Mordtraum again.
And back into the void goes Mordtraum. "I am so terrible, indulging my own fantasies and those of others," he thinks, "But it is at least a distraction from what is to come."
It feels good, as always, to change. And when the shadow releases him, he feels.. powerful. Eager. It's only right for the human to give herself to him, after all. And the gold.. well, it will let him test her stamina certainly. And the way her eyes widen, the whites showing through the pink glow, and the musk..
Wait, humans don't produce that. It's dragon musk, and an aura and..
"Who dares invade my territory!" a monstrous voice bellows, as the silver dragon rushes into the cavern. "I claim this place!" Tulani declares..
Alptraum has just pinned the pale human to the dais. There is a rumble from him as he prepares to stake his clam, then abrubtly turns and growls at Tulani! "Tulani," he growls at the silver dragon as he stands protective of Snowdecai, "It is your friend, Alptraum."
"My lair!" Tulani growls back, bumping noses with Alptraum. She has a size advantage at the moment. "I claim it. This cavern, this island."
Get a grip on yourself and change back," Alptraum growls right back, refusing to give ground even if Tulani is bigger than he is right now! "You are losing yourself to that body!"
"Do you submit?" the larger dragon asks, a snort from her nostrils frosting Alptraum's chest. Guy is awake now and scooting away, while Snowdecai curls up and watches wide-eyed.
Alptraum bares his teeth back at Tulani and growls for a few seconds. The growl then slowly fades away and he bows his head to the larger dragon. "I submit to you," he agrees, hoping it will calm her enough to change back. Even as much as he would want to fight, his mass doesn't come close to hers at the moment.
The silver dragon considers this a moment, and then steps onto the dais to stand next to the Light of Nala. There, she begins to change.. but not like Alptraum remembers. Her scales aren't melting away at all as her body shrinks and shifts. Instead of becoming a Sphynx again, she seems to be stopped half-way; a silver dragon with Tulani's shape and mammalian attributes, and slightly blunter muzzle, but still as much a dragon as Alptraum is at the moment. Guy has stopped trying to escape, staring open-mouthed at the shiniest thing ever.
"Kaira, are you seeing this?" Alptraum thinks as he stares at the still draconic, but smaller, Tulani. "How ... how did you do that?" he asks her.
"I watched you, before," Tulani growl-purrs. "I was curious, and tired of being wet when I changed. And I'm frustrated from a failed hunt."
"Ah, so you want an outlet," Alptraum says, his expression returning to a grin. "So, do you want new prey?" he asks and motions towards Guy, "Or an old, but very good friend?" His brow ridge waggles.
"You have to prove your submission to me," Tulani claims, placing her hands on her hips. "Then.. I may play with the others, if you don't satisfy me."
"I offer submission as well," Snowdecai says, ogling Tulani's shiny new form.. or maybe just trying to see her own reflection in the scales.
"I have to give at least one of them her experience later," Alptraum says as he saunters up to the other hybrid-dragon, "But you would always be first." He leans over and licks her cheek, making sure she feels the stud still in it, then lowers himself to his knees before her. "I am yours."
"On your back then," Tulani commands. "I get to be on top.." From the lick, Alptraum could tell that the normal chill was gone. Tulani was warm again.
Alptraum's serpentine-flexible body leans backward until he's on his back and only then does he pull his legs out from under his body and stretches out for Tulani. "As you wish, my dragoness," he rumbles at her, playing the game again ... only with Tulani this time.
Tulani takes her tribute rather aggressively, working off her stress. There is a lot of biting and scratching involved, before finally becoming licks and nuzzles of a gentler nature.
Alptraum can't actually complain, it's quite enjoyable when Tulani is being rough. He returns her vigor, but only to a point so that she always feels that she is in complete control of the situation. His pace matches hers and for the moment, he's thankful for the gold since it gives him the stamina to keep up with her. "At one point he whispers in her ear, "We're both terrible..."
"I blame you," Tulani retorts, and then shifts her weight.. inviting Alptraum to reverse their positions if he wants. "Who are your toys?"
"You know a few gold rings like I have and you'll really appreciate that dragon body," Alptraum teases. "The others are Mordacai the Eeee, you can tell by the tattoos and his vartan guard, now currently the savanite..."
And Alptraum /does reverse positions, taking the upper and playfulyl pinning Tulani to the cave floor.
"You made him into Snow," the dragoness giggles as she's pinned. "Will you become her as well again, so there are two of you? I hear Hortense is very fond of you now.."
"Hortense is fond of me? Why is that? And yes, while I'm at the club I do intend to remain is Snow's body. Things are getting .. itchy in Nicora's body in certain areas. I haven't had a chance to deal with that yet," Alptraum admits quietly.
"Oh, something about you never wearing out," Tulani claims as she wiggles under the drake. "I've been exploring. I know the tunnels well now.. and I think I've found the warehouse."
"Ah, that is good. Could you tell if any were rooms underneath Rikat's room?" Alptraum whispers as his pace slows so neither will be too distracted that they can't communicate. "And, ah, I should probably warn you ... Mordecai tattoed me. A lot. It only really shows on Snow's body, but ..."
"Why am I not supriiiiiised," Tulani rumbles, pressing herself against the gold. "Not his room, but close," she says. "I sniffed out a hidden access. It was probably a drain in the warehouse originally, but was widened for smuggling."
"You'll have to show me later. I think our best action is to let him know about it, but ask him to not use it unless in mortal danger. Hopefully he'll be safe long enough hat we can still use their transport. I don't like leaving him like that, but if we don't get to Babel, it will be even worse for him and us," Alptraum whispers. There he pauses in the conversation to grind those rings against Tulani for a but. "And if I keep making friends at the club here ... they might be willing to hide him."
FIX: For a bit...
"He needs someone to look after him, certainly.. the Morgue is a fitting place," Tulani gasps. She's speechless for a time, using just body language. "I found a way to Underside," she whispers. "The denizens respect dragons."
"Do we have need to go there?" Alptraum asks as he gives Tulani a reprieve ... but only for a short time. "And I'm telling you a couple gold rings. I'm sure Mordecai would do it for you..."
"You are tempting me," Tulani purrs. "But I have them on you, which is nearly as convenient. I thought we might want to look at the airship on our own when it arrives."
"Ah, that is a good idea," Alptraum agrees and rewards Tulani with some interesting rolling action. "Have you heard when the ship arrives? How much longer shall I plan to be the guest of the Morgue and toy of Mordecai and Hortense?" he asks in whisper.
"No word yet from Mave," Tulani growls. "Underside ships don't follow set schedules, and tend to have outdated charts of Rephidim's course."
"So, several more days, most likely," Alptraum rumbles in Tulani's ear. "You won't recognize me by the time I leave, then..."
"But I guess that does give Hortense more time with her new favorite, eh?" Alptraum teases as he nips Tulani's neck. "And educates me on all sorts of things I can do to you later..."
"What else are you going to have done then, hmmm?" Tulani teases, and nips at one of Alptraum's horns. "Oh, you think so, do you? You submitted to me. So until you have your own lair.."
"I need to find someone to help deal with ... stubble," Alptraum rumbles, "Other than that, I'm not sure. "Do you have any requests?"
Not be left out of things, Guy and Snowdecai are having some fun on the other side the Light. It looks like Snowdecai is on top, naturally.
"I'm happy with how you are," Tulani purrs. "Do you like this form? Is it as nice as my full one?" she asks, jiggling parts that her older, larger form lacked.
"It depends. When I'm feeling really draconic, I like the full form. When only a little, well, I like this one quite a bit. There is more to ... play with," Alptraum claims and takes a bit of time to enjoy those additional jiggly parts.
The conversation lapses for a time, as mouths are occupied. Eventually though, it's time to collapse atop the dragoness and catch one's second (or third or fourth by now) wind. At least the gold isn't as driving as it is to a full dragon, or to a female one.
As Alptraum lays there near Tulani, he asks her in whisper, "So, think each of us should pounce on one of them?"
"Oh.. hmmm.. you made the bird into a kitty?" Tulani asks, rolling her head lazily to see the others. "Was that for me, or you?" she asks.
"He wanted to be something more cuddly ... and I figured a better toy is one that can't talk," Alptraum says as he smiles draconically. "And it's a form we both like..."
"And I know you like Snow," Tulani purrs, then rolls onto her stomach so she can push herself up to her feet. "Do you think he'll still be mesmerized by shiny things?" she asks.
Alptraum also rolls over and gets to his feet. "I think he'll be putty in your claws," he purrs to his newly hedonistic friend. He leans over to lick Tulani's neck again. "I like you better, of course," he claims. "But 'she' now has this desire to be with a dragon ... so... Shall we?"
"Sacrifices must be made," Tulani says, "for the use of my lair." She swishes her hips as she walks towards the cheetah, who's still pinned under Snowdecai. His eyes go wide at her approach.
And Alptraum is right behind her. "Please excuse me, my dragoness, while I remove this person from your toy," he tells Tulani as he reaches over and simply lifts Snowdecai off of the savanite! "I intend to treat you in the way I know that body likes," he whispers in the albino girl's ear. "I leave you your sacrifice. I will tend to mine," he says louder and bows to Tulani.
"I was just getting warmed up," Snowdecai claims, as Guy is obscured by silver dragon wings. "Really warmed up..."
"Good. Then you are ready for me," Alptraum claims as he carries his prize over to another section and lays her down. "Tell me while you can still speak, is there anyone at the club who deals in personal grooming matters? One of my forms needs some tending," he says as he crouches down before the albino and eyes her from head to toe.
The woman is flushed, turning her into a black and pink canvas. "The Stylist is who you want," she claims, licking her be-ringed lips.
"Then I want to to schedule a session with him for my Eeee body. There is ... stubble now in areas with my lovely gold rings. I have found it is far more comfortable to have that area bare skin. Both for the rings, lock and chain, and the general sensitivity," Alptraum says rather matter of factly. "And now, I shall eat my sacrifice." And he does. Dragon tongues are like Eeee ones and since Alptraum vividly remembers what Mordecadi did to Snow's body ... he now does the same to Snowdecai.
And Snowdecai learns.. well, how a woman's body really responds. It's nearly overwhelming for her, until she just lets go and rides with it.
The meal is slow. Sacrifices are to be savored after all. All during it he uses his greater weight to hold her down and make her feel completely helpless, just as she felt when he was tattooing Snowcora. Nor does it end with the meal. He draws back, only to come forward and pin Snowdecai to the stone floor. He doesn't ask, he takes. What he takes is her body in a smooth motion. He feels close to perhaps how the vartan felt with Snowcora. It's ... very snug. The dragon is gentle, yet insistent. He isn't going to stop until he's satisfied. Over the next hour the dark dragon teaches Snowdecai just how enjoyable it felt when their positions were reversed. Why? Because he's a dragon mainly. but perhaps on a smaller level to reassure this strange new friend that everything he to Snowcora did was fine. Nothing quite shows that like a full demonstration...