With all the signs of lost splendor, one might overlook that the top of the altar is an elongated depression, with drain holes for the blood of sacrifices. Despite her status as the most beloved and worshipped of the Kindly Ones, Inala still demanded flesh and blood at times, often of young and beautiful Eeee. It colors Snowcora's thoughts a bit, as she sets out her fur cloak atop the slap and lies down on it. The empty windows let in the night breeze to send a chill across her bare skin, but the Procession provides more than enough light for her to see with.
"Okay, so this is even creepier than I imagined it would be," the albino admits to the air as she lines, uncomfortably, in the depression, "It reminds me too much of the time I was kidnapped and about to be sacrificed by those crazy savanites." It's several minutes before she even has enough nerve to consider rubbing the gem on her lower stomach. She would get close, then stop, then get close again, then stop. The warning that it might attract things is worrying too! "Right, I just need to get this over with. Figure out how to get information from Mordecai or his weird associate, Hortense," she says. It has nothing at all to do with the fact she likes them. Nope. Nothing. The human sighs softly, then begins a gentle rub of the stone, fearing the sensations that are about to come.
The warmth and overall 'tingliness' grows the longer she rubs, and causes a flashback to that night with Snow in Gromit, where she was testing her limits. The odd thing is that it isn't clear if she's Snow or Alptraum in the flashback. Desire and tension increase. The temptation to pause and seek relief is powerful.. but she has to break though her physical limit of arousal in order to make the connection. It's a lot easier when she's tied down and someone else is doing it..
It also makes her want to rub something else; the something with a gold ring through it. It's a fight to strop her hand from moving lower. It also means she makes a lot of very 'complainy' moans and whines as her hand brushes that blue gem. "This is evil!" she thinks; when she can think that is. Still, she pushes forward, driving that desire ever higher.
She feels like she's glowing.. that her light is spreading out like water (or milk), covering the floors and climbing the walls. She can feel everything, and the slightest touch might send her into a paroxysm, even a stray wind-blown leaf! And then, finally, she passes a peak she wasn't aware of, and seems to dissolve into a cloud of sensation.. only to reform in a now familiar crystal-walled chamber on a distant Sky Island. And before she can catch her breath, Mordecai is upon her! Maybe some of that arousal is leaking through into him (like it did with Snow and Alptraum back in that odd little town), because he's going at the tattooed woman in a lustful frenzy!
At this point Snowcora doesn't care. He's there and he can help soothe the fire, so to speak. And in just the way the body wants, as the ridging on her friend feels just right. So does the bite on her neck, his rough claws, and well everything about him. There's no discussion, no negotiation; it's raw and direct.
Things culminate in an explosion of pent up arousal, followed by gentle licking with a long Eeee tongue as the pair try to cool down a bit. "I wasn't expecting you," Mordecai says, nuzzling Snowcora's cheek. "The muse has not returned to me."
"No, because I came of my own accord to see you. And maybe visit Hortense as well," Snowcora answers as she lies with her strange Eeee lover. "And I also need to speak with you about certain bits of information ... which requires that I contact you another way in a bit. You wouldn't happen to be sleeping right now, would you?"
Mordecai seems.. uncertain. "I.. think that I am sleeping," he says. "These encounters are often.. odd. I'm not sure if they happen in the real world, as I sometimes don't remember the walk to this place. But.. time is funny. I know when to find you here, to prepare. But this time.. I was just here. So yes, I think that I must be asleep."
"But, I don't have to contact you the other way quite yet. We can just have some more fun," Snowcora notes as she grins deviously. "I'm missed your touch. I've missed your needles, even."
"I seem to have just my hands with me this time," Mordecai says. "Roll onto your stomach, and I'll give you a massage."
Snowcora laughs and rolls onto her stomach. She uses her arms folded up under her chin as a makeshift pillow. "Far be it for me to refuse you anything," she murmurs.
It isn't a traditional massage, in that Moredecai doesn't follow muscles, but the larger symmetry of the Sea of Souls tattoo on Snowcora's back. He does tweak her by twisting one of the wing-rings embedded in her back every so often though. "I am sure there are things you would refuse me," the albino bat notes. "I just haven't figured them out yet."
"Hardly. The things you and I have done together should tell you I'm willing to do what you wish," Snowcora remarks and even bucks her butt once against him for emphasis of that point. The ring twisting does cause a reaction; an odd sounding hiss of breath between enjoyed and painful. "I am yours willingly," she murmurs, relaxing slowly into the massage anyway.
Of course, that little bump is enough for Mordecai to slide back into her as he works her shoulders and scalp. "You've had more done," he notes, his fingers finding the rings under Snowcora's hair.
The re-entry causes her to tense up, then let out a very long breath of contentment. "A few, yes. I wish it was your hand that did it, but you were not available. Those were placed so I could wear a mask at times," she murmurs her answer. "There are six."
"A mask? I imagine Hortense would find.. other uses for them," Mordecai suggests, before biting into Snowcora's neck and focusing on lovemaking over massaging for next few minutes.
"Oh? Then I should show them to her," Snowcora teases in a hiss-laced voice from the bite on her neck. The next bit of time is spent with her body rolling like a serpent what with being on her stomach, as she makes love to the strange Eeee.
Eventually, Mordecai flips Snowcora onto her back, and introduces her to a few new positions and angles. "You do like me better than Hortense, don't you?" he asks during a recovery period.
"Of course I do," Snowcora remarks as she looks at the Eeee oddly. "I just have her to give you some rest," she adds with a teasing smile. "Plus I learn from her how to manipulate others."
"Do you manipulate me?" Mordecai asks, feeling up the human woman and trying to tickle her with his tongue.
"Only to encourage you to spend time with me," Snowcora giggles as she squirms around from the tickling!
This time, Mordecai goes for the orb, licking Snowcora into another state of hyper-arousal.. just so she'll produce milk again! "I do like manipulating your body," he admits, after suckling a bit. "It does so many wonderful things!"
The squeal that follows is loud when the orb is assaulted! But ... the nursing is nice; particularly since she now has a better point of reference. She even encourages it after a fashion. "Good, because I like you manipulating it; and even decorating it. I need to think of a new ring, bar, or set, for you to add," she murmurs.
"Oh.. you will choose what's next?" Mordecai asks, sounding skeptical. "What have you chose so far?"
"Well, I probably won't choose so much as inspire," Snowcora says and smiles. "But I did choose the gold rings I have and where they were placed.
"Mmm, what inspired you to get them, do you know?" the Eeee asks, starting his hips up again, but in an almost relaxed manner.
"The desire to have something different and pretty," Snowcora answers rather easily. "And it is fun to use chains and locks..."
"And if you hadn't done that, would you have still sought me out?" the Eeee asks, giving the woman a playful ear-nibble.
"I would not have had as much a reason to find someone to continue the decoration, no," Snowcora admits as her head tilts slightly to the side. "Which would have been a pity as I still remember when you inserted those bars in my chest."
"Well.. fate has been kind," Mordecai notes.. and then starts playing with the bars.
And naturally Snowcora's back arches at the unique sensation that brings. "Wouldn't trade it for the world," she murmurs and licks her lips.
After another bout of fun, the Eeee asks, "Why did you ask before if I was asleep?"
"So I can contact you. I want information about someone who might be a guest of yours by now, an Eeee named Rikat," Snowcora answers. "And you might be able to tell me that way."
"I see.. and how would this work?" Mordecai asks. "Would it be.. like this?" He uses a wing to gesture to the chamber around them.
"Not quite. It would feel a bit more ... real," Snowcora answers after having to think about it. "And the venue could be many things; from disturbing elf creatures that look similar to me, to a garden."
"So.. quite literally a dream?" Mordecai asks. "I have had strange dreams. Would I remember it?"
"Probably, yes. Is that bad?" Snowcora asks.
"It's just that I don't always remember my dreams," Mordecai notes. "But whose dream would it be?"
"Mine, I believe. It is hard to explain," Snowcora admits. "Nothing that happens in there physically will follow you out, unlike how your tattoos followed me."
"They really are a part of your body then?" Mordecai asks, looking surprised. "I can't wait for you to return, so I can show you off to everyone.."
"Yes, they are quite permanent," Snowcora admits, flushing a bit from embarrassment. "I can't wear clothing so everyone sees them now."
"Mmmm," Mordecai goes, apparently spurred to more lust at the notion. "I will take you back on stage again," he whispers, stroking Snowcora as he builds up steam. "Show them.. everything.. Maybe let them feel the changes inside as well.. mmm.."
Poor Snowcora shivers at the suggestions! Then in a moment of insanity even admits, "I have considered adding more inside; it was offered..."
"I would be tempted to never leave you then," Mordecai claims, giving Snowcora little bites. "I would have Hortense make a special harness, so that I could just carry you about, always connected to me.."
Snowcora laughs at that as she wraps her arms around Mordecai. "So, that must be a vote of yes," she teases. "I'm not sure Hortense would do that, though ... because she might want some time with her unicorn brood mare now and then."
"She is fond of her toys," Mordecai gasps, then bites down hard so he can drink Snowcora's blood until he finishes. "I'm curious as to what your dreams are like," he notes after he slows, and licks the wound clean.
"You will get to find out soon," Snowcora promises as she lies there, in blissful afterglow, though pain-tinged, as the wound is licked. "Before I go set that up, though, is there any chance of seeing the cat? I could try to become the unicorn and you lead me to her," she offers, not knowing if it's even remotely possible.
"Since I'm asleep.. I don't know how to summon her. But she may be asleep as well," Mordecai says. "Can't you just .. add her to your dream, or however it works?"
"To this dream?" Snowcora asks. "Or the other? I suppose I could appear as the unicorn in that dream," she muses. "But I might need a bigger nose ring for that..."
"In a dream.. do such things matter?" Mordecai asks. "Can't you just do anything?"
"Even dreams have rules," Snowcora quips, then licks his nose with her studded tongue.
"They do?" the Eeee asks, sounding surprised. "Well, I know there are rules to this form of dreaming. So I suppose yours could follow some as well."
"Yes, but it is a bit more flexible," Snowcora admits as she lounges and tries to look seductive. Well, as seductive as a heavily-tattooed human can look!
This earns more licks and nibbles from the bat. "I suppose I will have to let you be in control then," he notes.
"Only in part," Snowcora notes as she kisses his forehead. "Well, time to wake up from this..." she murmurs as she closes her eyes and tries to go back to 'reality'.
At first, it doesn't seem like anything has changed.. but Snowcora realizes she's on her side.. between two people. Once her consciousness has clicked back into place with her body, she finds herself the meet in a barsunala sandwich! She recognizes the guards from her previous visit to Sunala's Temple, and both of them are inside of her at the same time, writhing and thrusting as if possessed.
This is a new feeling! A very new and very full feeling! Snowcora was warned it could summon others and they were not kidding. Why they were out this far she doesn't know, but here they are! She's about to object but all she can manage are more guttural sounds and the sensations tend to disrupt the ability to talk! So ... she tries to focus on getting them to release and rest, even if it means being doubly ... sticky.
It may be that the two men already have released, since they seem to be exhibiting some signs of discomfort. The one in front is drooling a bit and his eyes look unfocused and glazed, as if he might not even be conscious. Their bodies are responding to Snocora's aura of lust! And since the bites she's gotten don't seem particularly fresh, they may have been lured in shortly after the spirit-bridge formed.
Snowcora tries to pull the aura back then, and give them rest. It'll give her some rest, too ... once she's able to pull herself off them. "Focus. Relax the aura," she thinks.
It isn't easy relaxing when two Eeee are trying to become one with her.. but it does occur. The Eeee collapse into sleep as soon as the aura is pulled back, leaving Snowcora to extract herself. She's a bit messy from dried milk on her chest, but otherwise isn't feeling any ill effects. It does make her wonder at the range of the aura though. The men were familiar with her - maybe missed her after their first tryst, and that could have been a factor. Or, more disturbingly, they were lurking about on Mount Inala in search of her.
After checking herself over for obvious injuries, she goes about collecting her cloak so she can go back down to the hidden bunker. At least walking won't be as uncomfortable as after Rugharo. "I hope the range isn't that far; that's worrying. Or if they were looking for me..." she mutters, then shakes her head. She has to go deal with other things; like getting real information! And perhaps growing a horn from her forehead; time will tell! "Sleep well, guys. Maybe we'll meet another day," she whispers to both before leaving them to nap where they lie.
Things are quiet in the bunker. Tulani is asleep in her side of the 'nest', and Mave.. is sitting in the dark and puffing on her pipe. Being a Yodhinala, she probably couldn't help but notice the aura.
"I don't need any comments," Snowcora tells Mave as she goes to deposit her cloak in the corner. The next thing she's doing is fitting her chain back into the rings. It's been a while since she's worn it!
Mave remains quiet, but not still. Soon she's next to Snowcora with a bowl of scented water and a cloth and offering to give the woman a quick wipe-down.
"It was dangerous. Two Barsunala showed up," Snowcora explains as she accepts Mave's offer. "They took me at the same time. That was ... new."
"Were you aware of it?" Mave whispers as she wipes down the girl. The liquid is smoother than water, so must have some flower-petal based soap or lotion in it. It does soothe Snowcora's sensitive skin.
"Not during the trace, no," Snowcora admits, "But when I woke up I found them still in me. That part I felt."
"Hmm, I'm sure you can get them both to repeat it while you are awake though," Mave notes with a grin. "All Yodhinala challenge one another to how many lovers they can satisfy at once."
"Are you suggesting I should push my limit? Try to satisfy three at once?" Snowcora asks, smirking slightly. "So you're finally considering me a Yodhinala?"
"I am simply saying that these things are natural," Mave notes. "And the record, if you are curious, was twelve."
"I could never manage that. It's uncomfortable to have someone using the ah, alternate passage," Snowcora remarks, flushing a bit and pausing to rub her backside briefly.
Mave's response.. is to wash Snowcora's backside. "Did you accomplish what you set out to do?" she asks.
"Mostly. I have to contact him again, and perhaps Hortense, through the dagger-dreams. He can probably speak more freely, and let me find out about Rikat and the goings-on in Rephidim," Snowcora explains as she holds still. "So, it's back to dream-land soon."
"Do you need to be Alptraum or Nicora for that, or does it matter?" Mave asks, and actually sets up some cushions for Snowcora.
"I'm not sure it matters. I've been others in that place. I'm probably going to be the unicorn, for a change of pace," Snowcora says as she waits for the pillows to be set up, then settles into them soon after.
Mave kisses Snowcora on the forehead, and offers, "Pleasant dreams then, Shrine Maiden."
"They're usually pleasant!" Snowcora bubbles. Sometimes she's more girly than she wants to admit to. Now that she's settled into the pillows, though, she closes her eyes and tries to focus on the knife that is part of her ... and to dive into it.
A dark elf woman hangs naked on the wall, apparently asleep since 'death' is meaningless in this bizarre world. Two Eeee sit on a bench; one pale and hairless, but decorated by fantastical tattoos and body piercings, and one dark an mysterious, with silver eyes and long white hair. Looking very out of place is a black unicorn mare, half bent over to keep her horn from striking the low ceiling. Blinking nearby is a confused looking Khatta woman, wearing a wide leather belt around her hips and nothing else.
"Well, this works, mostly. The ceiling could be a little higher," the Unicorn mare remarks from her uncomfortable position. "Welcome to ... well, a world and a not-world. It's hard to explain. I brought both of you here, Mordecai, Hortense," she explains. "I think you know who I am!. I'll be hurt if you do not."
The Khatta puts an arm across her breasts, and smiles to the unicorn. "I know you and Mordecai of course," she purrs, and pats the mare's flank. "The other one seems familiar.. but.."
The mare traces her finger around her neck, and leaves behind the cloth-collar with the H clasp. "Good, I hoped I wouldn't be too forgettable," she admits as she finds herself a place to sit down. She also rubs her nose a bit; since in this form, and in here, the ring has been replaced by a more -bull-like ring. "As for him," she adds and gestures, "He's someone important to me. And partially why I called you both. I wanted to know if a refugeee came to the club that looked like him. and if so, is he still okay?"
Hortense looks Alptraum up and down, then goes up and stares at his face. "You look like my pet, but you have Nicora's jewelry."
The unicorn's brow arches. "Your ... pet?" she inquires.
"Oh yes," Hortense notes, and pries Alptraum's mouth open to check his teeth. "Hmm, I should stud his tongue like this. He needed to be.. hidden.. so I being a generous and selfless soul took him in."
"And you haven't had any work done to him?" the Mare inquires, a bit surprised by that. "Where is he staying now? Is he well?"
"He is behaved," Hortense notes, with a feline grin. "I think he needs more training yet, but he needs a firm hand to guide him. He seems to enjoying staying with the Lapis so far. I am thinking of having a collar made for him though. One with bells, perhaps.."
The mare laughs. "Well, I am glad to hear he is safe. Also a bit envious that he gets more of your time than I," the unicorn says and waves her hand, "But such is the fates, I guess. Do please keep him safe. There are those who would use him. It is a benefit to a city and beyond if he remain hidden for now."
"But then who is this?" Hortense asks, as she explores Alptraum further. "He's got studs!" she exclaims as she examines that part. "Ah! Another of your myriad forms then? But how is it there are two of you?"
"I'm special. I exist in two ways; this one is my other mind, you could say," the Unicorn tries to explain as she rubs her forehead around the horn. "And the one you now protect is ... a copy of me; someone intended to imitate me for ... less than good reasons. It was not his choice, and he does not know. I also ask that you do not tell him that."
"Hmm, a secret then?" Hortense purrs, turning her attention back on the mare. "Come here," she says, and moves towards one of the odd armatures.
"It would do him no good to know it. He has been told that one is his older brother and that is close enough," the Mare admits. She eyes the feline curiously for a moment, then heads over (stooped) to the odd armature. "I have all the same jewelry he does, just in ... different places," she notes. "And ah, new rings on the back of my head."
"Bend down so I can see them," Hortense commands.
The mare lowers down to her knees in a kneel, then bows her head. "As you wish," she says with respect.
Since a unicorn's mane is just along the centerline of the head and neck, the rings are all exposed. Hortense gives a little squeal and tugs on them all. "You have these in every form, hmmm?" she asks, and also plays with the nose-ring a bit.
"I do, but the position changes. Well, except for the nose ring," the Unicorn admits; her neck-skin twitching after each tug as horse-skin is known to do. "They were ... forced on me."
"You are just such a submissive little thing," Hortense purrs, and uses the ring to guide the mare to the strange torture device, she the Khatta swishes her tail as she puzzles over it. "This is not big enough.. mostly," she concludes, but starts unstrapping restraints and fiddling with hinges and gears anyway.
"I suppose you can change me into other forms here?" Mordecai asks, watching curiously.
One thing is true about a nose ring. You do follow wherever it pulls! "I am to the right people," the unicorn tells Hortense. To Mordecai she says, "I believe so. Why?"
"Well.. you are a big girl now," Mordecai notes. "Or I could be the human girl for your male aspect.."
"Oh, that could be dangerous," the Unicorn notes. Her gaze goes blank for a moment, then Alptraum says, "Very much so. I could make you into a Lamia. Or something weird."
"Something weird?" Mordecai asks, grinning. "Weirder than I already am?"
"A half-serpent is rather odd," Alptraum points out and pops his knuckles, at that. "Are you sure?"
Hortense takes advantage of the unicorn's 'distracted' state to secure her wrists and neck, similar to where they'd be positioned in stocks, while leaving her rear standing and bent.
"I wouldn't want to waste an opportunity to experiment," the white Eeee claims. "After all, I trust you."
Alptraum glances over at the unicorn. "That looks vulnerable," he remarks, just before he places his hand on Mordecai and tries to shadow-engulf him in here to force a shift...
It's ridiculously simple here in the daggerworld - after all, Alptraum's 'guests' are linked directly to him in order to be there.
And so Alptraum whistles while he works. A lamia is a good base; certainly different. It's also a form he's done before. Once the base is established, he starts to tweak. A nice set of horns; a more serpentine face, and a set of for tentacles (not as sharp as the frog demon monster's, though!), on her back. Maybe the Eeee really channeling Melusine! Also, a very forked tongue, and only two fangs and no other teeth; just like a snake. This will naturally give her a serpents senses of smell and sight, and remove the sensitive Eeee ones...
When the transformation is complete, Mordecai nearly falls over! The serpent form is very different, much more so than the change of gender. "Ahhh, thisss issss... ssssssssssssssss!"
Hortense, meanwhile, is looking over the various leather implements. The elfess is awake as well, but silent. She's just watching things with an amused air.
"I did warn you," Alptraum points out as he polishes his claws on his chest. "You might want to take a moment to get used to it," he adds and playfully grabs her tail-tip with his left foot. A moment later the Unicorn speaks up. "I suppose asking you to let me out of this is out of the question?" she asks Hortense.
"That depends on how you ask," the Khatta says, taking a soft-looking cat-o'-nine-tails from the rack and brushing it across Maretraum's butt. "A shame there aren't any feathers here.."
Mordecai has to hold onto Alptraum to level off, coils and tentacles waving about. "Thisss iss a real creature?" she asks. "It feelsss.. sssso much in contact with the floor.."
"Please?" the mare asks of Hortense. Not a great ask, but hey. Mordecai is told, "It's a combination of several types. I could have done stranger, but I do not want to scare you..."
"Ssso, how doesss thiss.. work?" the Lamia asks, hugging against Alptraum.
"How does what work?" Alptraum now asks as he helps hold up the odd serpent. "Have you ever watched Naga? You have to undulate your lower part to move. Also, you smell with your tongue..."
"Just please?" Hortense asks, and gives Maretraum a swat for that. Then she runs the tool under the unicorn's tail, and up under her belly. "I wonder what is down here that would want a nice juicy unicorn, hmmm?"
Much tongue flicking and coil-wiggling later, Mordecai lets go of Alptraum and manages to move about on her own. The tentacles still squirm about at random though.
"Ow!" goes the Mare as the mind shifts again and swishes her tail, actually whapping Hortense lightly in the process.
"Well..." the she-elf on the wall speaks up. "There's a bugbear.."
"You need to relax a bit. You're flailing around. Just .. try to breathe and relax," Alptraum explains to the odd creation. "Once you are calm and still, then move one part at a time..."
"I don't know what that is, but go fetch it!" Hortense says, and unshackles the elf woman.
"Too many limbsss," Mordecai claims, but does take deep breaths, which reduce the squirming to mere dangling and twitching. "They are sssensitive."
"It isn't as large as a horse, is it?" the Unicorn mare asks. She still remembers when the Rhian porter at the club came to her. Oof.
So, naturally, Alptraum starts petting those twitching limbs. "Just relax and enjoy the sensations," he explains as he guides the serpent-thing to coil around him.
The elf woman briefly lies on Maretraum's back, and says, "Oh.. much bigger," she coos, before sliding off and sashaying out of the playroom.
The mare's lip, and nose ring, quivers. "That could be bad," she admits. "Please let me out, Mistress?" she asks of the feline.
And coil Mordecai does. "Sssso warm," she hisses, getting her tentacles to wrap around and hold their torsos together.
Alptraum knows where things are, so shifting a bit this and that and the serpent feels something warm and bumpy soon within the body. "Enjoying it?" he asks with an amused grin as he tickles and torments the sensitive serpent.
"Mmm, better," Hortense notes, and comes around in front of the unicorn. She strokes the equine cheeks with her fingers, and rests her head against the mare's brow, next to the horn.. which she licks.
"So it means you will let me out before the creature is brought?" the Unicorn asks hopefully, ears flicking.
"Yessss!" Mordecai admits. As with Alptraum, what was previously external is now internal on the serpent, providing a certain 'interlock' as it were. "I want to sssqueeze you.."
"Don't squeeze too much," Alptraum ends up gasping," You're a bit strong!" Of course he also tries to distract the serpent with more caress and ... he uses the shadow a bit too. A liquid blanket of warm...
"Do you really want that though?" the Khatta whispers into one long ear. "Such a pretty thing.. you must be shared, not hidden away, hmmm?"
"I wish I had a bit to bite down on, just in case," the Unicorn admits. It was useful last time as a distraction. "And if it will make you happy ..."
Mordecai masters this form of muscle control quickly, causing ripples instead of squeezing all at once. There's also the inherent muscular nature of a serpent's reproductive organs.
"You seem to be getting a lot better," Alptraum encourages, grinning rather deviously. Then comes the lick of the serpent's nose. "I could just keep you as a prisoner..."
"Oh, of course," Hortense says, and slips the handle of the leather flail into the unicorn's mouth. It's just after that when the female elf returns, pulling on a heavy-looking chain. The other end of it connects to a silver collar around the neck of a monster. It's got giant, compound eyes and ant-like mandibles, looking like a Zelak wearing a fur coat. The body is massive and shaggy, with a stubby tail.
"You were never my prisssoner," Mordecai claims, clearly enjoying trying to 'milk' the Eeee.
crack goes the handle when Maretraum bites down hard in shock. "It's huge. There is no way!" she thinks and starts squirming in the contraption, trying to get out of it!
"One of me almost was," Alptraum notes. It's getting a lot harder to talk .. and it's more about enjoying, encouraging, and doing. Apparently he did learn a few things from Melusine on how to use the shadow to encourage...
Hortense grabs the nose ring and gives a stern tug. "If you struggle, the beast may grow more excited," Hortense warns.. too late, as the monster rears up and roughly mounts the captive unicorn.
The pull on the ring does still the Unicorn, who is now very wide-eyed! This makes her vulnerable; and exposed, and soon very, very, very, full. Painfully full of something hard and covered in shell plating. What comes next is a bit of a surprise for the mare; she whinnies. Loudly. And tries to dislodge the 'attacker'.
This excites the bugbear even more, which causes it not only to be more forceful, but to drool on the unicorn's mane before clamping down on both sides of her neck with its mandibles. Hortense has disappeared underneath the unicorn as well..
It's hard to think for the Mare at this point. The creature on her is painful and its movement is not delicate in the slightest! So is the grip on her neck. But, the bite does still her fight of the, well, rut. Again she whinnes, but it sounds a bit more ... defeated? Or maybe accepting? That
Alptraum has to deal with Mordecai's growing excitement, which leads to unintentional 'squeezes' and encounters with the horns as she tries to bite.
"She doesn't sound like she is having much fun," Alptraum comments before he has to focus more on guiding that strange creation (and ducking horns!). "Maybe this was a really bad idea," he thinks to himself.
It finally dawns on the Lamia that she easily outweighs the bat, and Alptraum finds himself being forced backwards onto the bench. The attempts at biting have also resulted in Mordecai's jaw becoming unhinged, however, which takes up her attention for the moment, giving Alptraum a chance to counter.
Alptraum now tries to use the shadow to pry the lamia off. "I can shift you back if you don't behave!" he threatens. "Or send you out!"
Under the unicorn, Hortense is squeezing and kneading away to try and get some mare's milk. By stopping her struggles, the mare finds the bugbear also becomes more docile.
Which then the mare tries to push the bugbear off! She has flashbacks of giving birth from that!
"Allgahal," Mordecai voices, until she figures out how to get her jaw back in place. "Ssssorrry, it iss.. hard to control.." she apologizes.
"Maybe this place is too dangerous for you," Alptraum suggests as he withdraws the shadow a bit (since he was placing it to shift her back).
"Gronk!" the monster yells, as a hoof impacts something delicate. The creature falls back and curls up around the point of impact, while the elf woman laughs loudly.
"Now if you'll behave," Alptraum tells the Lamia. "And once he recovers and if you can guide him to, ah, mount nicely," the Unicorn mare notes around the handle, "We'll have some fun."
"Vermite-droppings," Hortense complains. "We need a unicorn stallion.."
"Oh, you want gentle?" the elf asks, surprised. "Well, help me shackle the beast down to the floor, then your unicorn and be on top.."
With some twisting, the Lamia lays across the bench, and uses her tentacles to hold onto it instead of Alptraum. "Thisss is better," she claims. "I won't be aggresssive on my back, I think.."
The mare also apologizes to Hortense, "Sorry, I know I am supposed to be a brood mare." She then shakes her head. "No, I was ... I shouldn't have," the unicorn says. "Mistress Hortense prefers them to be rough with me. I will remain like this and ... let him remount."
The unicorn's tail even flicks out of the way as an invite.
It takes some coaxing, but the bugbear resumes his place.. but is much more gentle, after the kick. It clicks and coos even.
"One gentle, one rough. Well, this is interesting," Alptraum tells the Lamia while grinning from his new position. "Close your eyes, relax, and see the would through your sense of smell and touch. And he shows his creation how interesting serpentine bodies can be.
It's still a bit uncomfortable, but not painful, this time. The unicorn even encouragingly rolls backwards against the creature. "Better?" she asks of Hortense, seeing if her request for it to resume pleased the weird khatta.
"Well, you might need a little more encouragement," the Khatta notes, and starts licking the unicorn from underneath, in sensitive areas.
Mordecai is mostly docile now, keeping the muscular contractions internal. "I will sssurely rememeber thisss dream," she hisses. "And ssseee about getting ssssome Nagass at the Morgue.."
That gets an interesting sound from the Unicorn! It also gets some squeezing and rolling; which just might encourage the creature on her. "This isn't so bad," she even thinks. "The size is kind of ... nice."
"Good girl," Alptraum teases and licks her scaley neck. "Of course you might also forget it. It is hard to say..." he whispers, "But right now it's fun. And imagine me with three more rows of studding..."
Now that a rhythm is established, things go more smoothly - much to boredom of the elf woman.. who is eyeing Alptraum and the Lamia now. And with a bit more encouragement, the unicorn makes Hortense happy with the gift of milk.
And now that things are more enjoyable, well, the Unicorn is actually encouraging the creature to be more aggressive! Fickle unicorn; actively trying to excite the bugbear! Her next whinny even sounds ... wanting.
"I could try to change into a naga. That might be interesting," Alptraum whispers to the lamia, just before biting her neck!
"Ooooo, have you ever done that before?" Mordecai asks.
"Yes," Alptraum whispers.
"I'd like to ssseee that.." the Lamia hisses.
The unicorn then actually presents the back of her neck for the creature to bite onto again. Seems she's submitted.
The bugbear clamps down on the neck again, and starts to really get into things once more.. but not to roughly, even though at this point the mare is much more accommodating.
Alptraum then tries to shift himself while coiled with the Lamia. It's eacy to change, his body goes to smooth black. And soon the Lamia also discovers just how naga males are endowed ... and how much more they can both coil and squeeze!
He's also bigger than the Lamia now. The odd double-endowment makes for twice the ridges as well. Mordecai is squirming in really ecstasy now as the bigger serpent completely dominates her.
Even though it's never quite comfortable, the mare seems to be getting into it herself. She's encouraging the creature actively, she's actually trying to get him to release! Maybe its because of the khatta beneath her; the nursing does feel nice and brings back memories of child ... and well with the current act it's probably encouraging her too!
Alptraum's jaw separates and he actually devours half her head for a few seconds, possibly to surprise her. Or maybe to hold her still because his body is squirming, shivering ... and well; his gift has arrived!
The shock of being in Alptraum's mouth puts Mordecai over the edge.. and since everyone is linked, this triggers the unicorn and Alptraum as well. The feedback is.. interesting, certainly!
The mare makes one amazing whinny and the way she bears down on the bugbear is probably a welcome surprise to it too! The room is an echo of the sounds of debauchery! Inala would be proud. Kaira is probably sitting somewhere with pillows stuffed in her ears.
"You're coming along nicely," Hortense coos to the panting unicorn. "Good girls get brushed down."
Mordecai slowly goes slack, mouth gaping to release excess body heat.
"I wouldn't mind another ... creature," the Unicorn admits in a panting whisper; her head hanging in embarrassment. "A stallion, a dragon, just something ... big."
"She's hopelessss," Nagatraum whispers in a hissy-laugh to the lamia. "HArd to believe that is an aspect of me."
"I can believe it," Mordecai hiss-laughs, and gives Nagatraum a flicky-tongue kiss.
Nagatraum huffs a bit at that. "I should change you back before your mind ssstarts to change to match the form," he tells his coil-mate.
"In that case.. change me into a unicorn ssstallion?" the Lamia suggests with a grin.
"Oh, I think I could manage that..." As Nagatraum uncoils, he also engulfs the lamia. Shifting is dangerously easy here, and crafting a muscular unicorn is a simple thing. The only thing Nagatraum does, perhaps as a tease to the other aspect, is the unicorn walks on four legs. It can speak, but no hands!
"I feel.. strong.." Mordecorn notes. His nostrils flare, and sees the now vacated mare, her bugbear paramour curled up asleep with an elf maid sitting on it. "Excuse me.." he rumbles, and clumps over to the waiting mare.
Seeing Nagatraum alone now, the elf woman smiles (showing lots of teeth) at him, and makes a come-hither gesture..
The unicorn whinnies to the approaching stallion. Her head dips and that tail flicks out of the way; definitely an invite. She's motionless and exposed, and the unicorn can mount her however he wants.
Nagatraum grins right back, showing fangs, as he slithers towards the elf. "You look good enough to eat," he hisses at her.
"But do I taste nice?" the woman teases. Meanwhile, Mordecorn is nibbling on Maretraum's neck as he takes over for the bugbear.
"Letssss find out," Nagatraum teases the elf. As he coils around her tighter and tighter, the mare's head stretches out as she whinnes again! YEs, it seems Alptraum made sure he was very well endowed, indeed. It's a good thing there are distractions, because, really, who wants to see Hortense looking that smug. Or for that matter, think about explaining and apologizing to Kaira later. Facing Thath soon doesn't seem that scary in comparison...