Alptraum sits in the overstuffed recliner wearing his crimson robe while the fire crackles warmly. The globe next to the chair is open, a decanter of brandy opened and one of the pair of glasses next to it. The twin is in Alptraum's hand, half-full of the relaxing amber liquid. The slosh of water adds to the soothing atmosphere, as Igorina washes his feet, the golden-hooded, red-furred Skreek smiling up at him as she works, wearing her cute little Gallisian maid's costume.
"This has to be a dream," Alptraum remarks a bit dryly, just like his brandy. "But, if it has feet washing be someone cute, I'll take it. I have no idea why I'm having this dream, but I'll take it. Maybe it's Kaira's doing." He swirls the liquid in his glass, then takes a sip from it.
"Who says this is your dream?" Igorina asks, and then cackles. "How was the Coalition party? Meet anyone special during it?" the Skreek asks, an strange glint in her eye.
"The Avenger, and a grabby little girl who likes cookies and beating up boys," Alptraum answers. "I presume the girl you want, eh, Blakat?" he asks, smirking.
"How'd you guess it was me?" Igorina asks innocently, despite her colors matching Blakat's instead of the original's. "And was the Avenger handsome? Dark and mysterious? Was the little girl.. plucky?"
"It was the laugh. Only you laugh like that. Of course the red gives a clue too, you know," Alptraum points out. He leans a bit to the side so he can prop his head up in his left palm. "The Avenger is dark and mysterious, and a decent guy. The girl is ... demanding and grabby, but at least fun."
"She sounds just right!" Igorina-Blakat says, letting her wings show as she claps her hands. "She's looking forward to meeting me, isn't she?"
"What do you want with her?" Alptraum asks. "And, er, she doesn't even know your name. I mentioned it and she looked completely lost."
"What?" Blakat shrieks, dropping the Igorina guise completely - but keeping the skimpy maid's uniform for some reason. "How is that possible? She should be thinking that she is me! This isn't fair!" the goddess of madness insists, stamping her foot in the washing bowl and sending the splash everywhere.
"Ack, hey!" Alptraum complains as he pulls his feet up to avoid some to the spray. He also covers his brandy quickly! "If I had to guess, magic. It reminded me of a trace," he says. Then to spare his brandy any more assault, he does the rest in one gulp and tosses the glass over the back of the chair.
There's a muffled 'ouch' from behind the chair, and Blakat says, "Magic? It must be Zakaro then, jealously trying to keep me from rebuilding the Yodhblakat!"
Alptraum leans to the side and looks behind the chair. "It might be, it might not. I couldn't tell you. I only spoke with her for a few minutes. Too many prying ears to talk to her about much, you know. Plus I was wearing the skin of a rat and a woman. It would be weird to have talked to her about, well, you! I was supposed to be a foreigner."
Nicorina waves back at Alptraum from behind the chair, where she's sitting next to Nicora and Snowcora (who is rubbing her forehead and holding the brandy snifter). Behind them are Pierce, and Draketraum, and.. all of the others. Everyone Alptraum has been.
"Er, what's with the menagerie?" Alptraum asks, clearly confused as to why all the others would be there.
"I'm not happy," Blakat claims, crossing her arms across her pushed-up-by-corset chest. "It's not fair. They are trying to steel away my minion.. what?" The goddess pauses, and looks around the chair as well. "Oh, them? This is my realm, you realize. You'd go mad if you had all of those others in your had when I'm trying to focus you."
Pierce has started to lick the slight bruise on Snowcora's forehead, while Nicorina seems intent on grabbing Nicora's dragon-headed tail.
"Focus me?" Alptraum asks as he looks back. "Well, at least I can say I've got my own back this time, eh?" he jokes, grinning. "And I know I still have the task to get her for you. I just have to figure out how. Plus break the spell; I'm sure I can."
"So, you'll really do that for me?" Blakat.. purrs? It's more of a growl, really. She sits in Alptraum's lap, and asks, "You'd put my needs above the welfare of a child? I am really turned on by that.."
"Well, you wouldn't hurt her, right?" Alptraum asks nervously. A growling, turned on, Goddess of Madness is like having a boiling pot of pitch in your lap. "And besides, she's a kid. she should have a chance to live as less of a prisoner in the tower."
"Oh, I'm just going to make her my avatar of course," Blakat claims, and nibbles on Alptraum's nose-ring. "Raise an army to overthrow the Coalition, and rule Babel as a military dictatorship.. but nicely. It' will be all nice. Everyone will be insane, so they will enjoy it! Isn't that GREAT?"
"Except isn't it my role to keep you under control?" Alptraum asks and holds up his finger. He also really tries to not think about how weird it feels with someone nibbling on that ring in his nose.
"Control?" Blakat asks, all faux-innocent. "What's that? Control is an illusion, that's what it is," she claims, her eyes glowing. "Just ask Melusine. All of that distorting of your form. Was it for her pleasure, or because she needed to feel in control of something, deep down in her hole. Better to embrace chaos!" There's a definite hip-grinding motion accompanying that claim.
"All my more submissive persona's are behind me," Alptraum points out and then thumbs behind the chair. To accentuate that point when his hand comes back around, he puts it behind Blakat's neck ... then kisses her; forcefully! "I know my job is to tame all of you."
Blakat is actually surprised by the kiss. "Hey.. I'm supposed to be the forceful one here," she claims. "Is this going to be like the time Inala's Avatar promised she was going to tie me to railroad tracks but instead tricked me with Blakatball?"
"Well, if you were the one being forceful, what would you want?" Alptraum asks, grinning. "And you could have had your demon tie me down if you were worried about what I might do."
"You're supposed to be cowed by my powerful presence," the goddess dressed as a sexy maid claims, pouting. "Everyone fears me, for I am the Chaos of Battle, the Fever Dream, She Who Devours Mattress Tags, and.. like.. bunches of other things. I'm not an object of desire. No legends involve a hero pursuing me. Except for the mad ones. You would change this?"
"You're wearing a maid's outfit," Alptraum points out and pokes the corset for emphasis. "I've worn one, remember? I know what it is supposed to mean. I wouldn't change you, exactly. I like you. You're fun. I would find you less destructive outlets, is all. Or productive, destructive, ones, like killing Amena's minions..."
And then Alptraum leans in again and kisses Blakat again. "And you would be a lover of the Sabaoth, of course," he adds.
"Snowcora can be your demon's lover," he adds even to that, then thumbs behind the chair.
"Oh? You're promising me carnage?" Blakat asks, looking a bit more interested after the kiss. "You would loose my Rage upon them, so that they attack all around them indiscriminately.. or raise an army who will drink from my Cup to triumph in battle? Of course, if you become my lover, that would make you the Sabaoth.. but you have to take my passion, you realize?" She's back to purr-growling again. "And oh.. the Shrine Maiden. Hmmm. And the others.. Yes, you must take me with all of them!"
Alptraum laughs. "That's a tall order, but I'm sure they are up to it," he claims. He then leans in and bites Blakat's neck. Yes, he uses his fangs, too! She'll probably like it.
"Bardiphath!" Blakat protests, but.. doesn't struggle. Given the muddled mythology of the Sisters, it may actually have been the only move that could subdue Blakat!
Alptraum bites harder and even growls! And even though that little voice in his head is telling him this is a bad idea, he actually drinks some of her blood! Of course he runs his claws roughly down her back in the process.
But Blakat's blood.. is not like mortal blood. It sets Alptraum's mind on fire! He feels strong.. strong as a dragon, while still being Eeee, and he not only wants to take Blakat, but keep a trophy.
So ... claws start to shear through that skimpy maid outfit! And soon Blakat is on her back on the floor, with Alptraum on top of her. He's grinning wickedly, with bloody-red lips and teeth. There's no delicacy with what follows, either. His body becomes one with hers violently. Claws scrape, teeth bite, and ... well, the sounds in the room would scare half a city!
If it were just Alptraum alone, he really would have been driven mad.. but all of his other selves are there as well, diffusing the effects somewhat. It does mean that there's something of a violent orgy taking place on the edge of his awareness, and Snowcora may well be orchestrating it since her laughter comes through the loudest. Blakat fights, and is strong, but not enough to dislodge her paramour. Chairs and furniture go flying, or are splintered from the impacts of their intimate wrestling.. until Blakat finally gives in, and starts getting into the lovemaking aspect more than the violence.
It's possibly the most disturbed orgy ever, given all the different forms he has worn (and all of them are active). But, maybe it's no different then when a young guy takes care of ... er. "I can make a good lover," Alptraum growls in Blakat's ear when she 'gets into it'. This is followed by him biting two holes in her ear! "So, is it all bad that I am to control you?"
"Nnnn! Not.. control!" Blakat cries, and summons up the strength to get the bat onto his back. And the he finds out what having such a strong lover means. But the chance of such an important part being torn off seem slim.. so long as the power-rush from Blakat's blood holds out!
"Team with, then," Alptraum growls from his back. The strength of everything certainly can be felt, and boy are the studs noticeable, even to him!
"AHAHHAHA!" comes a familiar yell as Nicorina leaps onto Blakat's back.. and grabs her ears!
Okay, that makes Alptraum actually bark a laugh. Nicky is such a loon; he knows this well!
Others come to help as well. Fnerftraum grabs Blakat's arms, while Pierce tickles her sides. Three different Lapis lick and caress, and Snowcora and Draketraum wait nearby until needed. The tide turns against the goddess, giving Alptraum the upper hand again!
And soon Alptruam is on top again, claws digging into her body. "You know you want someone stronger than you directing you," he growls in her ear. "Just give in and we can be such a team!"
One of the chairs is set back upright, and Dr. Twigtraum sits and watches, having recovered the brandy bottle. Hogtraum snorts and snuffles about, looking for spilled food.
"I'm Blakat.." the goddess protests, as her arms and wings are pinned. Then Snowcora's aura washes over them, and Blakat.. relaxes. She lets Alptraum run things again, even if he's being partially blocked by the nursing bunnies. Do all Lapis have oral fixations, or just the ones Alptraum runs into? "Should I tickle her some more?" Tulatraum asks, feathered wings at the ready. Although Twigtraum is ogling her from behind..
Alptraum waves his hand. "No, tend to the one in the chair," he tells Tulatraum. "And you will remain Blakat, and have more chances to revel, as I can find them for you," he growls to the pinned Goddess. It's then he goes silent to finish this and release the rage that burns in him ... and when it does release ... wow, it's hard to believe an Eeee can roar like that! And that he would tear a notch out of Blakat's left ear with his teeth, for that matter, but he does! It's no bigger than a shekel, but...
"Hey, I kin handle this!" Nicorina yells at Snowcora, while Twigtraum gets intercepted by Nicora. This opens the way for Draketraum, who drags the Sphynx off into the shadows.
"You.. took part of my ear.." Blakat gasps in surprise. With Nicorina wrestling with Snowcora now, and the bunnies in a pile by the fire, that just leaves Fnerftraum holding the goddess's hands down, and giving Alptraum an 'should I let her go?' look.
Pierce, naturally, remains well-behaved and standing ready to help up whoever might need assistance.
"So I did," Alptraum says, grinning evilly. He then nods to the fnerf, saying, "Let her go." That bit of ear is finally spit out into his right hand, and tucked away into the remains of a tattered pocket.
Blakat sits there for a moment, looking at Alptraum. "Okay, I accept you formally as my Sabaoth," she says. "I'd still like the girl of course, if that works for you. And.. wait, someone is missing.."
Sitting on a cushion with the recovered bottle of brandy, with the hog at her side, is Mavetraum. "Who me? I didn't see anything."
"I still plan to get her if at all possible," Alptraum agrees, looking rather smug. The comment someone is missing makes Alptraum looks around, then laugh. "Ah, that one. I rarely use either of those forms."
"Hmmph," Mavetraum snorts, and Hogtraum expresses his opinion with a bit of flatulence.
"What? When do I need to be a hog?" Alptraum points out to them. "And I have the real one of you around." he points out at Mavetraum.
"Well, now that we've consummated things.." Blakat says, and then gets a crazy look in her eyes. "How do I rate against the others?"
"Far more energy and primal passion," Alptraum answers, grinning.
"And even if I regret it later, I enjoyed it," he adds.
"Hmmmm," Blakat says, apparently considering that reply a bit. "I'll accept that! I know I'm better than stuck-up Rephath! Always sooooooo serious, like she's better than me! Or like Barada, thinking she's the fun one. And I'm way wilder than Zakaro! I know she envies me. I've got a sport in honor of me, after all!"
Alptraum nods along with that. She's right about most of them, from various points of view, after all! He also wisely doesn't admit his favorite lover of the sisters is Gorphat.
Alptraum also looks around for Snowcora, since she was a bit of an instigator in this.
"Say uncle!" the now-multicolored albino says, riding the back of Nicorina and holding her arms behind her back while the Skreek ineffectually whips at her with her tail. "You call that a whipping? Pathetic!"
Alptraum laughs. He also leans in and whispers to Blakat, "The Shrine Maiden is the lover of the Demons. She's been with Gorphat's and Inala's and they both like her."
"Well it's easy to like a submissive girl with big breasts," Blakat claims. "They'd probably like the Fnerf too. I suppose I should ravish them all, of course.."
"That is up to you," Alptraum remarks and gestures to them. "Separate like this I won't experience it, but then I have experienced you now."
"Oh, I won't do it now," Blakat says with a wicked grin. "That would be too predictable! It will be a surprise when it comes.."
Alptraum smirks. "Ah, you want me to experience it, then," he remarks. "I can take anything you can throw at me," he challenges.
"Ohhh?" Blakat asks, all sweetly. "Heh. Hehehe! HAHAHAHAH!" she then cackles. "You're going to be fun! I like that!"
"I won't make it easy," Alptraum says, leaning in and flicking the ring in his nose with his tongue. "I have endured this after all!"
"Aha!" Blakat goes, and then bites the ring. "Mnnne!" she mumbles before yanking her head back!
There's a snap as the beads in the grommet pull out and the ring comes out of his nose, pinching the skin on the way! It also makes his nose bleed a little! "Ow!" Alptraum declare and grabs his nose in pain.
"BWAHAHAHA!" Blakat howls, her voice making Alptraum's head spin (along with the pain). The dizziness is short-lived, however, before Alptraum feels his head pulled against something soft and comforting. "Such a rough one," Inala tells Alptraum, rubbing the back of his head. "You shouldn't play with her, you know."
"Ow," Alptraum says and rubs his nose again, seeing if the ring is still gone. He has sort of gotten used to it finally. "She is rough, but I've tamed her, I think. I hope," he claims before realizes it's Inala. "Been a while, Inala," he adds.
The goddess kisses Alptraum's nose, and the pain goes away, then she cuddles him to her breast again. "I couldn't let you suffer the after-effects of Blakat's blood, now could I? You were my champion first, after all."
The study is gone, of course, replaced with.. clouds and fountains and hanging vines from marble pillars.. and a bed made of squirming bodies of course.
"And when I'm the Shrine Maiden I'm almost your daughter," Alptraum claims as he nuzzles into a very comfortable place. "I can't believe it myself, but I've come to really like that body. I even like your mark tattooed and where it is."
"Why wouldn't you love that which I've blessed?" Inala asks in amusement, as if the very notion of any other outcome would only be mentioned in jest. "With Blakat's acceptance, you must now face the next challenge: the Sabaoth's Path. You've come very far, and I'm proud of you."
"I only wish I could wear the body more often," Alptraum finds himself saying to the Goddess. He then rubs his forehead at the claim of another path. "What is this new task?" he asks.
"You must climb Mt. Dronnel, and face challenges posed by the Guardian Daemons," Inala claims, holding Alptraum like a child, but still being slightly smaller than him at the same time. Gods can be odd like that.
Alptraum doesn't answer at first; he's, ah, busy nursing on her. "Your demon abused my rat form," he says when finally lets go and looks up. "He went under her tail and it hurt."
"And I have to climb? I cannot just fly up the mountain? What sort of tasks will I face from them?" he asks.
"The life of the Yodhinala is not always a pleasant one," Inala notes, still smiling. "You must climb, unless you must not. The tasks will be ones relating to the Sisters, naturally. You must go alone."
"An I going to have to endure that sort of, ah, attention from him often?" Alptraum asks, brow arching. He rubs his forehead again. "What if I choose not to do these challenges?"
"Then Babel will fall, and the Sisters and all trace of them will be expunged," Inala says, still keeping her calm voice. "Diphath will rule over Babel."
"Then I guess I have to go. I assume I am to go in this form; normal me, correct?" Alptraum asks.
"Well, that is your choice," Inala says. "But you can have no help - so you must maintain any forms you choose by your own means. The dagger must be left behind."
"Then it might have to be Nicora, since that is the body I default to since Melusine made me ... female," Alptraum admits and shrugs a bit. "I will do what I have to. It won't be the first time I've had to do stuff that seems impossible."
"Be aware that most of the challenges will require the abilities of the Barsunala or the Shrine Maiden, as these are the figures most aligned with the Sisters," Inala notes. "You may want to practice those forms without the help of your dragon."
"So, I will need to spend more time as the Shrine Maiden? Oh, I do have a question for you. Do you know how Snowcora can contact Mordecai? She seems to have a link to him and well, craves him. I may need to satisfy that need from time to time," Alptraum says.
"And it might be a good way to practice that form," he adds.
"And you haven't seen that form since all the 'work' was done. It's quite a sight now," Alptraum admits a bit sheepishly.
"Well, you can easily interact with the Artist," Inala claims. "The Shrine Maiden need only go to the main altar of My temple, lay upon it, and summon my blessing via the orb until she can bear it no longer. The Artist will appear to her then, when she is at her limit."
Alptraum's brow goes up. "It's that easy? Well, not easy as touching that gem is intensely overwhelming. It makes me desire strange things," Alptraum says. "Scary stuff."
"Scary?" Inala asks, tiling Alptraum's chin up towards her. "It is my essence.. how can that be scary?" she asks.
"It makes me desire things inside me, to nurse, to kiss. Sometimes I even have the desire to bear a child," Alptraum explains in horror. "And it makes me desire to bring pleasure to others in any way they wish."
"Those are my gifts, and my virtues," Inala notes, sounding pleased that her champion is experiencing them fully. "Do not fear them, but embrace them, and through them.. Me."
"Embrace them? All of them?" Alptraum asks carefully.
"And I should learn to, uh, find enjoyment in things like what your demon did to my rat form?" he adds.
"Rugharo has his own desires; I do not control him," Inala claims. "You do not seem to have difficulty in handling the needs of the Artist. Of course, there must always be some consequence of invoking my power: anyone on the mountain may sense your condition, and take advantage. Since there are no longer pilgrims, that may default to Rugharo."
"Well, she can deal with him okay and that body seems to like large men," Alptraum admits and shakes his head. "Would you like to see the Shrine Maiden with all the work complete and her bearing the marks of all?"
"She is still a symbol of my beauty?" Inala asks, somewhat rhetorically, as she nods in agreement.
Alptraum's answer is to dip his head down and nurse on Inala. Why? Because it sort of seemed appropriate to slowly shift while he nurses on the Goddess; taking on the form of Her maiden as payment for the honor of nursing. Or maybe he just wanted the excuse! In any event, He tries to invoke the gentle shift; the loss of all body hair and the inversion of some places, with the growth of others.
In the realm of the Sisters (if it is indeed some place other than dreaming) the shift is easy. Soon Snowcora rests against the warm white fur of Inala, her own once-exclusively white hair now a spill of colored bands.
"On anyone else, the images and jewelry might seem.. too much," Inala notes. "But you have survived and incorporated the marks of my Sisters well, Shrine Maiden. I approve."
And the nursing continues on for a bit; gentle. When her lips finally release, she murmurs, "Hello my Mistress." The heavily-tattooed human looks up at the Goddess, blinking and smiling. She then takes Inala's hand and places it over the mark on her stomach and the blue gem in its center. "I am glad you approve. You will always be the first mark I took, though, and the one I cherish the most."
"The first you took voluntarily you mean," Inala says with a grin. "Am I still your favorite?" she asks.
Snowcora pets the side of Inala's face lovingly. "In this form, you are my favorite," she murmurs. "I serve and worship you gladly. I desire your blessings and touch."
"Very well then," Inala says, and kisses Snowcora on the lips. This causes an immediate surge of arousal, of course. It isn't all that different from Blakat's blood, just... smoother. It's no surprise that Mave was able to concoct Blakat's brew for the Slakash who acquired her.
The sigh that comes from Snowcora is one of contentment, tinged with excitement. Her arms wrap around Inala's neck as she willingly kisses back. The furless skin also goes all goose-pimply from the rush.
At Inala's touch, each of Snowcora's piercings and implants... well, it's like a dragon and gold, really. And given the often sensitive locations, it's more widespread than with Draketraum.
Oh the murmuring and gasping that Snowcora makes. "Will serve you forever; feels so amazing," she says in a hissy-whisper as she clings to Inala. "Thank you, thank you," she mutters over and over.
"Remember, when the time comes, you must help Mave to betray me," Inala whispers into Snowcora's ear, making that tingle as well.
"I know," Snowcora shivers. "But will that mean I will never feel this again?"
"You carry a piece of me with you," Inala reminds the girl, and touches the blue orb on her belly.. which just leaves Snowcora momentarily twitching.
"May I ask one more favor," Snowcora asks timidly once the sensations subside to just the 'nearly' overwhelming state.
"A 'favor' is it?" Inala asks, as she starts to trace her mark with her tongue. "You may ask," the goddess offers.
"It is something I know I should not experience outside of your realm, but I think I can experience here safely," Snowcora says nervously, shivering and pausing to gasp from the lick. "Can you show me what this body would look like and feel like were it with child in here? If not, I understand; the thoughts come to me now and then."
Inala laughs, and scoops Snowcora up into her arms. "Oh, that I can do," she coos, and sets the woman down onto a giant feather-cushioned pillow. "We must, however, follow the procedures," she notes, and snaps her fingers. An impossibly beautiful Barinala appears, and joins Snowcora on the cushion.
"Well, hello there," Snowcora coos in her half-dazed state of lust and desire. She's soon reaching up and caressing over him. "Will you bless me with the fountain of life?" she asks of him.
"Many times," the Barinala says.. and then proves his promise. But this time, Snowcora can feel something happening, in accelerated time. Her body begins to change, becoming more gravid - clearly she's going to experience human pregnancy instead of what an Eeee would go through. Things begin to swell up!
And during the process, Snowcora's own oral fixations make themselves known ... but when the real part starts, and her body begins to change ... boy do her eyes get big. She struggles to sit half upright so she can watch the change. At one point she's caressing over her swelling stomach. The look on her face is scarily serene and content; she's obviously in the throes of Inala's blessing!
The weight is.. oppressive, really. It pushes Snowcora's body to the limit of what it can carry. And then the messy parts of the birthing process begin: water and painful contractions. It seems impossible to bear with. How can anyone deal with this level of pain! It seems to go on forever, with only Inala's instructions coming through, telling her to squat, and when to breathe of all things..
The sounds of pleasure are gone with the sounds of pain. It's oppressive pain; heavy and unending. The urge to just push is overwhelming and it's all she can do to scream and cry, she can't manage to say anything at all. How long it takes is lost to her; a haze of agony and Inala's soft voice guiding her through. When things do finally move and birth begins; it feels like she's being torn in half! She has to cling to Inala's shoulders for support!
The pain reaches its crescendo, and then.. the baby is there. Inala picks it up, before another wave of contractions ejects the afterbirth. The infant held to Snowcora is objectively the ugliest thing she's ever seen, but it's also beautiful, and all of the pain and its memory is starting to fade in the face of it.
To Snowcora it's just beautiful in its bloody mess. She finds herself holding the child and cooing to it softly, the mess around her and the afterbirth not even registering in her mind. "That was amazing," she says to Inala as the memory of the pain is already fading. Hormones are a powerful thing.
"This is my true blessing," Mave notes. "The one that outshines all others, or indeed any other from any of my Sisters. Not even Death can overshadow Life."
"And one I will never experience directly outside of what you have given me today," Snowcora murmurs as she looks up at Inala, "Thank you for allowing me to know the experience." She leans over heavily against Inala now ... and lets the baby nurse. This sensation she knows; Hortense has inflicted it on her before.
It's not so disturbing this time, and the warm glow she feels is much better. "I know of my sister Gorphat's promise to you," Inala says. "You will experience this again."
"I doubt it will be the same. She said I would not be large, or bear any of the other marks of childbirth," Snowcora notes. She can't help but smile as the glow of the nursing flows through her.
"Perhaps you will have the power to change that, in time," Inala suggests, smiling at the maternal essence.. and ignoring the mess.
"What, become swollen again. And ... pop?" Snowcora asks, sounding very uncertain about that. "Is there more you wish of me? Should I come to you more often?" she asks.
"Or should I invoke your blessing often and let your gifts ripple through me?" she adds.
"Share my gifts, when you are able," Inala requests. "Eventually, you must do so with all of the gifts of the Sisters - but mine will be more welcome."
"That I can believe. I will make sure your demon remains satisfied as well; he seemed to like me," Snowcora promises. "And I can share your gifts with The Artist and his friends."
"Thank you for treating me as if I was your Daughter," Snowcora says; her voice a soft coo as she looks back down at the child nursing on her.
The warmth suffuses Snowcora, until it seems that there just isn't anything else in the world. But slowly the world creeps back in; roughness underneath her, instead of the feather softness. A chill in the air. The shift in the sound of the baby, and it's weight.. until the Shrine Maiden realizes she's sitting on the Altar in the ruined Temple of Inala, with a toothless old rag-dressed man suckling sloppily while held in her arms. Which means he might have been the Barinala as well..
Snowcora ews and gently eases the old man off her chest. "And I wanted to try and contact Mordecai," she complains softly to herself, frowning. "That was a weird dream. Why do I let the Goddesses control me so much? Why do I ask for it?" she has to wonder.
The old man falls to the floor with a contented 'plot' and immediately begins snoring.
"Well, at least I leave them satisfied," Snowcora remarks as she wipes off her drooled-on chest. It's then she also remembers something and reaches up to feel her nose to see if the ring is still there or not.
And seemingly still in the mood to please Inala, Snowcora doesn't go home. Instead she walks through the ruins and heads towards the memorial hill. No, towards the lair of Rugharo. "He has his own desires to satisfy and rarely gets to really satisfy them," she mutters to herself, perhaps trying to convince herself this is a 'necessary' thing. If nothing else, it does improve their bond. As she approaches the dark passage, she rubs the jewel below her navel very slightly.
The bull-like monster is there almost immediately, scooping Snowcora up and laying her out atop a grave. "You came back!" Rugharo rumbles in surprise, and then begins nursing on the still lactating human.
This is very distracting! And not that she minds. So, she pets his head for a bit. "Your Mistress tells me you have your own urges and desires. I thought I would come here today and fulfill them. Well, ones you want fulfilled today, anyway. I have come to serve you," she tells the bull.
"This is like the old days," the monster says once it comes up for air, just before plunging into Snowcora's holy-of-holies. "I would rape the new mothers who had blasphemed, drain their milk and then devour their newborns!"
This takes Snowcora by surprise! All she can do is gasp when she's, well, very full all of a sudden. "He did all that? Eeek," is all she can think for the moment. Still, she curls her legs lightly around him and well, pushes back. "I can come to you a few times a week, if you like," she offers, trying to not think about his former duties.
"The babies were so sweet," the monster reminisces. "But you do not scream, or struggle or claw at me. You are all soft, and smooth and salty. Come as often as you like!"
"Would you prefer I scream?" Snowcora asks in a rather loud gasp as her body responds favorably to the demon.
"No, this is better, because you still have your tongue," the thrusting brute claims. "You choose not to. For me. You come to me!" The grave is little more than an overgrown mound, but it's still a bit rough against Snowcora's back.. and hopefully the demon is mindful not to slam her head into the stone marker..
Snowcora continues this for a bit, glad he likes her, because if he didn't he sounds horrific! But as her back starts to complain from the rough ground, she finally asks while her body shivers him, "Would you prefer me on my hands and knees?"
"Huh?" Rugharo asks, clearly having trouble thinking straight at the moment. Instead, he sits back and pulls Snowcora up against him, so that she's in his lap, more or less (depending on how one would define a lap on a creature like Rugharo). So now, instead of dirt and gravel, Snowcora is up against fluffy wool. It's not soft but it's better than dirt. Why couldn't there be a convenient Lapi-Eeee demonic hybrid?
"I want you to take me like you would anyone normal," Snowcora murmurs as she pets into his wooly chest. "I want to learn to be, more like a Yodhinala?" She sounds uncertain, but then when you're with a demon like this it's pretty confusing.
"Yodhinala hate me," Rugharo snorts, as he grabs Snowcora and shakes her up and down. "Only call me for ritual execution. Tease and hurt me otherwise. No respect," he grunts.
Poor Snowcora jiggles a lot! "Well, I don't hate you," she claims, her voice stammering. "Want me to show you?"
"Show me? How?" Rugharo asks, without slowing down even for a moment.
"I'm willing to lick you, or let you try my other, ah, passage," Snowcora offers, feeling her face flush red. She can't believe she offered that.
"Okay," Rugharo says, and then Snowcora is yanked aloft before being set down on her hands and knees.. and the demon is in her again, and it feels very different. The tightness seems to spur Rugharo more, however, as he starts foaming at the mouth as he ruts vigorously.
Snowcora's face is ... contorted. The sensation is quite different! Uncomfortable, full, tight. It's not agony like it was for Nicorina, and for that she's very grateful! "Better?" she growls the question to him as she has to spread arms and legs to stabilize herself against his forceful and even faster movement!
"Grawwwww!" the beast moans, and shudders to a stop. Hot drool covers Snowcora's back as Rugharo just.. leans over her breathing heavily.
"I guess so! Snowcora thinks when she feels the beast find release. Definitely a new experience! It's not enjoyable for her; it's uncomfortable at best. But, with the way he seemed to find his end it worked out and served him; it's about giving the other pleasure after all correct? When it seems he won't collapse on her, she reaches back with one arm and rubs his neck. "There," she says softly to him, her own breathing haggard, "Which ... did you prefer?"
"Both," the best says, before pulling away from Snowcora and starting to lumber back to his shrine. "And the milk. It was good."
"You're already done?" Snowcora asks as she gets up to her feet and wobbles after him. After that, her gait ... is a bit bowed.
"Done.." the monster stays, already looking hazy. Whatever power allows Rugharo to manifest must have its limits, or be tied to his satiation somehow it looks like.
Amelia says, "DEP soon? Fighting to stay awake :}"
"Then I will come serve you again another time," Snowcora calls to him, then turns to head back to the 'bunker'. Walking is slow. She's not in pain, but ... well, she's still recovering from that. It's good the demon likes her, it really is. He sounds horrible ... and so unconcerned about that. "You've become a right mess," she chides herself as she descends into their bunker several minutes later. "But at least you're having some fun."
"You need to clean up," Mave comments when Snowcora returns. "And perhaps I should start giving you something for your sleep-walking?" she offers.
"How about a good whack on the head? Maybe it'll knock some sense into me," Snowcora retorts as she makes her slow way to their makeshift bathing chamber. "And now I really shouyld focus. I have Thath to handle, then Mt Dronnel."