The whole methodology of Snowcora's ability to 'visit' this place on Rephidim via stimulation of the embedded orb of Inala in her belly is confusing at best. Mainly because it somehow informs or summons others linked to her, and it's never been resolved whether anyone in the chamber is really there or some sort of astral body. But it feels real, so the temporal logistics are best set aside as far as the participants are concerned.
This time she isn't the first one to appear. As soon as the tattooed and bejeweled human opens her eyes after closing them in the Temple of Inala, she finds herself being grabbed! Or rather, arms and legs. She's being spread out and lifted up by four familiar Lapi does, while a fifth cradles her head.
The heavily tattooed woman squeaks in surprise. She wasn't expected to be suddenly grabbed, immobilized, then spread by Hortense's does as soon as she appeared. She had intended to just see her 'boyfriend', Mordecai, because for some deranged reason, that evil Eeee is comforting to the 'modified' human. Once she calms down (slightly, as her heart is still beating rapidly), she says, "Oh, ah, hello there. This is unexpected."
"Nobody ever expects the Hortense Inquisition," a familiar feline voice purrs from behind the doe holding Snowcora's head. "We will now test your limits.."
Snowcora blinks. "Oh, hello Mistress," the human says in a timid, submissive, voice to the familiar feline voice behind her somewhere. "I have missed you. But, I thought you already knew my limits...?"
"I still enjoy testing them," Hortense claims, the leather-clad Khatta appearing on Snowcora's ride side.. and wielding a feather duster. To the woman's left, Hortense's harem-buck appears, also armed with a feather duster.
Snowcora squirms! "That's not fair. You know how sensitive my skin is. I can't even wear clothing," the human complains loudly at the feline. It doesn't help that her body flushes a bit, perhaps hinting that yes, she's excited regardless.
"Don't worry, this won't hurt..." Hortense purrs, and begins lightly 'dusting' Snowcora's chest. Meanwhile, the buck starts in from below, dusting the human's butt after lying down underneath her.
"Eeeee," goes Snowcora as she is dusted off. The feathers tickle, and make her hairless skin 'goose pimple' none-the-less. It also makes anything with a ring or stud through it stand out prominently as the tissue tightens in response.
The pair of torturers are thorough, and never linger in one spot long enough for Snowcora to get used to it. They do tend to focus a lot on her inner legs, behind her knees and other especially sensitive spots. The restraining does occasionally lick her fingers and toes to remind her they are there. At least the one holding her head provides some natural pillows for comfort.
And poor Snowcora makes a symphony of sounds in the crystal chamber; most of which consisting of squeals and squeaks as she is tormented. Her body reminders her just how sensitive it is through this; particularly in the places the pair tend to linger. Numerous times she tries to complain or plead with her tormenters ... but ends up squealing instead as the torment makes it nigh-impossible for her to even form words!
Of course, it's inevitable that Hortense ends up brushing the blue orb.. first just in passing, but then more often, and more deliberately. Soon enough she's brushing it exclusively to see just how much arousal Snowcora can handle. It briefly reminds her of the original Snow, tied to a bed in a weird little town in Sylvania so she could practice arousal-transfer with a certain vampire Eeee.
The brushing of that gem makes her eyes go wide. Her back manages to arch, even when her body being restrained and spread. Oh, the groans and moans that come from her as intense arousal flows from her 'womb' out though her body, making every inch of her skin tingle; and leaves her lower abdomen feel very warm indeed; making her also remember briefly that the same abdomen hosted six horribs not so long ago.
When it seems that Snowcora is at her maximum limit, the brushing stops.. only to be replaced by something else! Hortense kisses Snowcora's right shoulder, and an intense orgasm spreads out in a wave from that spot.
The chamber soon resonates with the soft cry of release from the human as the build-up within her finally finds release. Every part of her tenses up then slowly relaxes as the waves flow through, then out of her. Its relief, in more ways than one. In that state, she cannot think. She only exists as a being of pure pleasure ... and that is terrifying, indeed. There is nothing she would not willingly accept to mate with her when she is lost in the rush.
The release, powerful as it was, wasn't quite complete. She's still in a state of supercharged arousal, especially since Hortense is dusting the orb again, vigorously, to keep Snowcora there. Once things feel like they're going to snap again, the Khatta gives the command, and all of the Lapi dip forward and kiss or lick the closest part of the woman they can reach.
"No no no," the human thinks she pleaded as the arousal was continued and re-enforced by the duster on that gem. She can't be sure, though, because when all the does kiss her the waves that follow cause her ability to think to stop again. She thinks she cried out. She thinks she moaned ... but all she can know for certain is the waves of pleasure that roll through her are the most intense thing she has ever felt! It's a moment of being a pure altar of pleasure to Inala; a conduit of ultimate, physical, pleasure.
It isn't clear just how long this state lasts. When the clouds of sensation begin to clear enough for Snowcora to think again, she's lying on a soft bed of does, while Hortense and the buck nurse from her. "Hortense," says a familiar, oddly deep voice as Mordecai approaches. "You are going to break her, and she is not a toy.."
"Well, I am your toy," Snowcora squeaks out in a weak voice when she heads Mordecai approach. She also raises shaky arms to cradle both Hortense and the buck as they nurse on her. For some reason, she finds the nursing something that is comforting, and feels good.
"My toy, yes," Mordecai agrees, as kneels between the human's legs and lifts her hips. He's inside her soon after, holding onto her rump. "My, you're hot in there. Maybe I should let Hortense be responsible for warming you up all the time!"
"But if she does that all I will be is a whimpering body of lust that needs to be filled," Snowcora whimpers at that scary threat. The sounds she makes now that the Eeee is within her, with familiar studding and all, makes her sigh with contentment. "I have missed you so much," she murmurs.
"You've made modifications," Mordecai says, shifting around a bit to find the best angle for the studs to match up.
"Because I have missed your touch, your needles, and your implants," Snowcora claims softly, "And my body craves the joys of new things being added or inserted." If it weren't for the massive arousal she just went through, she might be horrified she actually said that!
The albino, hairless Eeee arches his neck and leans forward to clear the suckling cat and rabbit, so that he can suckle on Snowcora in his own way - by sinking his fangs into her neck.
"Yessss," Snowcora hisses when she feels fangs sink into her neck. She can't reach her arms up to stroke the Eeee, so she encourages. "Please, drink from me," she says, "Allow me to feed and satisfy your needs."
And so Mordecai does just that. He doesn't resort to using the orb though - he prefers to excite Snow the old-fashioned way. Eventually things become energetic enough that the buck and Hortense can't hold on (at least, not without biting and dragging sensitive bits), but the Lapi soothes the Khatta's frustration by stripping her bare and ravishing her right next to Snowcora and Mordecai. The two men occasionally switch partners as well! The does feel left out though, and start squirming around, kissing and rubbing and getting in the way until it's hard to tell just who is making love to whom.
And poor Snowcora starts thinking about how horrible she bas become. She is the pinnacle of an follower of Inala, inducing carnal pleasure by her presence. Yet, it's hard to even feel bad about it when she starts trying to challenge herself by how many she can pleasure at the same time. More than once every part of her is in use ... and what can be filled is. It's events like this that make her scared to face herself in Cyprian's magic.
The tables turn with a tumble, and Snowcora finds herself on top of Mordecai.. who is now having his limbs restrained by mischievous does! The buck also holds Hortense in a rather exposing way, grabbing her arms while she sits facing outward in his lap (although, she isn't really 'sitting' exactly). One of the does offers Snowcora a feather duster!
Snowcora takes the duster and smiles evilly. She reaches over and starts tickling Hortense in much the same was as she was tickling her; and like Hortense did, she focuses on Hortense's own version of Inala's orb; hers being far more natural of course. She also doesn't leave Mordecai out as she is rocking as she sits on him, making sure he gets stimulated in all the right ways. Then in pauses of ticklign the cat, she dips her head down and licks Mordecai, her tongue tracing over his scars and implants!
"I think I like this," Mordecai claims with a grin, and wiggles and bumps as best he can. Then again, he may just be trying to keep Snowcora from turning the feather duster on him.
Hortense is less pleased, and growls a bit at getting a taste of her own medicine.
And at some point she does turn it on him! Gleefully. Cackling briefly, even! Since the duster is now occupied on Mordecai, Snowcora leans over and uses her studded tongue in place of it!
Hortense squirms, but is still impaled on the Lapi and can't escape. Mordecai vibrates from the tickling, and it seems to make him even more passionate as well.
And so Snowcora keeps this up, tormenting the feline with her tongue and tormenting the bat with a feather and her body! She is determined that each of them come to a release somewhat close to that they inflicted on her!
Being mere mortals (if strange ones) Hortense and Mordecai are a bit more limited in that regard - well, Hortense less so than the Eeee, being female. Mordecai is the first to fall, shuddering and going limp despite the tickling. Hortense is semi-dependent on the buck as well, and seems determined to be the last one standing, as it where, even though it means hissing and gritting her teeth.
And Snowcora won't let Hortense hold out. She pushes, and even tries to push some of the energy in her into the feline until the feline's body betrays her and releases! And even after the pair have found release, Snowcora evilly continues to torment them both for a good couple of minutes before she relents and stops; stilling her body and sitting upright. "Perhaps it is a good thing I do not see you two often," she remarks, amused.
The arousal-shifting ability kicks in, and causes Hortense to open her mouth and stop breathing for a moment as her eyes bug out. Her claws come out and dig into her partner, causing the Lapi to yelp!
And Snowcora looks smug. Very very smug. "Perhaps I should leave all of you to ride this out," she offers...
"Leave us?" Mordecai asks. "Don't we get a chance at revenge?"
"That depends on what your revenge is," Snowcora remarks as she tweaks and nudges the arousal in Hortense; making the poor feline go into a simulated 'heat'.
The cat mrowwls loudly, and the buck finds himself suddenly having to work harder as a result.
"What are you going to do to me though?" the still-held-captive bat asks.
Seemingly satisfied, Snowcora turns her attention to Mordecai. "What do you want?" she practically purrs at him.
Snowcora then smiles, perhaps evilly, as she 'clenches' her bat lover, channelling some of the arousal into him as well, leaving him with an almost painful firmness. "Well, I could leave you like this for a day, maybe two ... and you would have to find relief with the does, your other friends, maybe even ... Hortense," she teases the albino.
"That would be torture," Mordecai claims, clearly thinking it would be wonderful.
And so Snowcora pushes a bit more, making sure the Eeee will be quite ... hard for a couple days. "Now ... should I go ... or do you have some revenge?" she murmurs to Mordecai.
"Well.. ummmm..." the Eeee rumbles, and wiggles his hips. "You could tell the does to let go of me.."
"Go ahead and let him go," Snowcora encourages the does. "And oh ... if there are any facial piercings you think I would look good with, tell me sometime; I might get them for you..."
Once freed, Mordecai sits up so Snowcora is now in his lap, and licks her nose. "Hmmmm.." he ponders, just before biting the human again.
Snowcora hisses when the bite comes, her hands coming up to cradle the back of his neck as he drinks. "This works as some revenge, yes," she murmurs.
Of course, now Mordecai can go all out without fear of running out of stamina. While Gorphat's Curse isn't active in this form, it may well feel like it afterwards..
"Gorphat. Yes, I need to go tell her I dealt with the larvae," Snowcora thinks. Part of her actually misses them. The part that felt they were a gift from Gorphat, of course. Dealing with Goddesses makes you feel strange things, certainly. That thought, though, fades as Snowcora settles in for a long ride with her Eeee-lover. If nothing else, visiting him has been a relief of some pent up stress!
Snowcora opens her eyes in the familiar temple, and senses another presence nearby. This is to be expected, as whenever she uses the orb like this it sends out a powerful lure. What is surprising is that she's still aroused, but hasn't been taken advantage of yet.
Snowcora sits up and rubs her forehead. "Hello?" she calls out to the presence. "Who is there?" She also inwardly prepares to defend herself if she must, such as debilitating the attacker with arousal and fleeing. She just doesn't show any fear right now, that would be dangerous.
A piece of shadow detaches itself from an archway and approaches, each step clacking loudly on the marble floor. The creature at first looks like the Wraith - but it's Skekos, the demon of Sunala.
"Do you need Nicora?" Snowcora asks of the demon from where she sits upon the altar. "Ask of me what you desire and I will provide," she murmurs to the creature. It is a terrifying sigh, and it makes her skin run cold; but she also knows it probably means her no harm.
The demon stops at the altar, and reaches out to brush Snowcora's stomach with the back of a chitin-armored hand. Specifically, brushing where the horrib eggs were located. "Nicora.." he hisses.
Snowcora rubs her stomach after she was touched. "The larvae were removed; which is good ... yet leaves me feeling empty." she admits. The human shakes her head, then adds, "I will become her as you wish." She closes her eyes, and even with the demon present, comes in touch with the shadow. Out she nudges it, engulfing her body. And once in that place of limbo, she relaxes the shadow, and lets her body resume its Melusine-forced natural form; that of Nicora; the now Yodhgorphat in training and former clutch-host of some horribs.
Powerful hands grip Nicora and lift her off of the altar, as Skekos carries her out of the Temple.. and down towards the cemeteries.
Nicora squeaks once she returns to her focus and finds herself being carried. "The horribs are come," she tells the creature. I removed them. I didn't want to, but leaving them would have meant dying. Sunala is not angered that I was a host, is she?" the Eeee asks the spiny creature that carries her. She dares not struggle; she has seen his whip-arms and the thorns.
"Dead, but not put to rest," the odd demon says, as it marches into the mists clinging to the mountain. They chill Nicora, and seem to get thicker than she remembers them being. She has no idea where they are, exactly, or where she's being carried to.
"But they were just half-forced insects," Nicora says, confused. Her wings curl in around herself a bit, trying to ward off the chill in the air. Her ears flick about as she tries to place where they are, perhaps a futile effort.
"They were a part of you," Skekos claims. The mists give way to a shrine. It has a plinth, and an area for offerings, but inscribed on the stone is the outline of a horrib. Skekos lays the Eeee down on the flat offering area. "Some of you became part of them as well."
"I would have kept them if I could have; but if they were born I would have died," Nicora claims as she places her hand over her lower abdomen where the eggs once were. "I didn't have a choice. They were Gorphat's gift to me, and it was also her instruction to remove them..." She bites her lip, terrified. She's laying on an offering area; one with a horrib mark.
Skekos is not a gentle or subtle creature. And Nicora, while still aroused, is not Snowcora. It hurts when the armored rod enters her, and Skekos just.. well, he knows the basics, but clearly doesn't understand things like pain or soreness or that some beings do not have external skeletons. But, as with Hosheb, Nicora's body (or the shadow) reacts and begins to modify her, until she's started to become a female version of Skekos!
The shrine, shrouded in the mists, is pierced by the cries of pain as her body is taken by a creature definitely not build for pleasure of any sorts. It's agony to have him inside her, and even more when her body starts to warp and shift to match it, her face closing over with smooth, eye-less chitinl her arms becoming more whiplike, and her skin being replaced by rapidly-growing chitin!
This doesn't result in the experience being in any way pleasant, only bearable. And when Skekos releases.. it's something more spiritual in nature than anything else. Nicora can feel it spread up into her, and into the former locations of the eggs - and then she can feel those again, as if they'd never been removed. And the larvae are even more active, impossibly!
If Nicora has eyes left, they're wide. Or she imagines they are. Insect-like hands come up and clutch at her gut where she can feel the larvae-eggs squirming about within her; pressure on her insides, and tendrils growing out into her body. "No, no," the former Eee tries to say, only for it to come out in a hissing raspy-sound, not unlike that she has heard other insects make. "What have you done?" she hisses to Skekos, perhaps understandable to only him, since she is still impaled upon him!
"They must go to their rest," Skekos claims. Nicora can feel the eggs hatch and the larvae emerge... but also, not feel any of that at all. It's as if she had two bodies - one infected and one not. The horrib larvae emerge from her stomach without leaving a mark - they're in spirit form.
This causes the insert-Nicora to quit squirming. Now she somehow watches in fascination; both from no pain, and from seeing the six horrib larvae emerge. She reaches out and actually tries to touch one with her mutated fingers. "I'm sorry I could not carry you to term," she clicks at it. Or tries to.
She can actually touch the spirit, and it wiggles in her grasp. The others keep squirming and 'crawling' into the air once they're free of Nicora, and all head for the horrib-image on the stone.
Nicora strokes it with awkward claw-fingers, then lets it go so it can go to the mark on the altar as well. "Why do I feel attached to them so? Like they were my children?" she clicks, "Is it because of Gorphat?"
"It is because of your spirit," Skekos claims. "You created the attachment, and it clung to them. Now it is released."
Nicora now looks at her own hands, well, what passes for hands, then to Skekos. "What have you turned me into? Am I a demon...?" she clicks rather inset-like.
"I did nothing," Skekos replies. "You transformed yourself."
"I will not bear your children now, will I?" the terrified insect-Nicora clicks at her still-joined lover.
"I am not a biological being, so such would be impossible," Skekos says, and then leans in to brush Nicora's 'cheek' with a mandible. "I suspect that you transform to please us."
"Does it?" Nicora clicks with her own mandible. She actually nuzzles back as at the moment, it isn't painful to be mated with this horrifying insect-demon. She even rolls her oddly-shapes waist slightly, testing the appendange still within her and if it still hurts to move.
The motion elicits a reaction - it's like the scales encasing it flare out to lodge it firmly in place.
This causes a moment of panic in insect-Nicora, she tries again, and discovers that he's firmly embedded within her; and possibly not coming out anytime soon! "You're stuck in me," she clicks at Shekos. "Is this ... normal?"
The demon clicks several time... and then wrenches free of Nicora.. leaving behind an important part. "Yes," the creature replies.
Nicora makes a horrified clicking sound of terror when she sees Skeos pull away, but can feel him still quite inside her! Her mutates fingers go down and fumble, trying to pull what e left behind out. "It's stuck," she clicks at him, almost frantic. "How do I get it out?"
"It is not permanent," Skekos assures. "The Shrine Maiden would convert it to Sunala's gift, as before. For you.. it is merely a spirit manifestation like myself. It will dissipate in time, when it has run out of energy."
Of course, that's when the thing starts moving, using the scales like tiny feet to keep mating with Nicora.
"So, hours, possibly days?" insect-Nicora asks as she now sits up on the offering slab. The movement practically causes her to jump, but instead she ends up walking rather bowlegged for a few steps and making all sorts of bizarre clicks. "It's still moving," she clicks at Skekos. "And pushing deeper, it feels like!"
"The more active it is, the sooner it will wear out," Skekos says. "This is not uncommon, is it?
"It is very uncommon," insectNicora claims as she tries to get it to still. It's not exactly comfortable when it moves, but at least not as painful when it first entered.
"Relax," the demon advises. "Enjoy it." And then he starts to walk into the mist.. which reminds Nicora that she has no idea where she is or what path they took to get here!
"This means I am now your lover as well?" insect-Nicora clicks at Skekos as he leaves. It's hard to relax like this, it's very disturbing. She waddles about, then has to lie back down on the altar because it's too hard to walk with something moving inside her.
"Death is everyone's lover," Skekos notes before vanishing into the mist.
"Gorphat, can you hear me?" insect-Nicora thinks from the altar. "I have dealt with the larvae. Though with a heavy-heart. They were your gift to me, and your punishment for faltering in my faith." She twists a bit on the altar; she may not have larvae in her anymore, but something large is still very much in her and moving.
"I don't care for this new look of yours," Gorphat says, sitting cross-legged atop the shrine's plinth. "You regret the deaths of parasites, which is good. It is a step further along the Path: to recognize the need to destroy in order to preserve life, but not to take pleasure in it."
"The shadow sometimes makes decisions on a form for me. often during acts of sex. Please forgive that I have been active in sex recently," insect-Nicora clicks as she struggles to sit back upright. "I would accept the parasites again, if it would serve and please you, Mother," she also clicks to Gorphat.
"You've learned what they needed to teach you," Gorphat says. "Sentimentality is a distraction, Nicora, especially in one so closely tied to Sunala. The Fifth Station awaits you."
"It was more they helped remind me of you. I am ready and will go to the fifth station at daylight," insect-Nicora click-claims, "Is there a different form you wish me to have now in your presence? You can shift me, can you not?"
"This form is only a spirit-overlay, not a true body change," Gorphat notes. "Would you like me to remove it, before you are finished with Skekos?"
"Perhaps not," insect Nicora admits. "Are you going to punish me for my carnal indulgences?" she asks worriedly. "I do not mean to get distracted from the Path."
"When you return to your normal form, you will already feel my Blessing in full force," Gorphat notes. "Are you saying that it is insufficient now?"
"Perhaps I have grown stronger and it does not deter me enough on the Path," insect-Nicora admits, unable to lie to Gorphat. "Part of me feels I should be punished for being distracted from the Path. I want to honor and make you proud."
"It is not about punishment," Gorphat says. "It is about enduring the bad with the good and becoming stronger. You are doing that, and that honors me. The Fifth Station may be difficult for you, but I hope you will overcome that and make me proud."
"Then I maybe wish to become stronger still, I ask as your Daughter to be, to increase your blessing upon me," insect-Nicora actually asks and bows her chitin-encased head slightly. "And is there anything I will need to bring to the fifth station or other preparations I require?"
"Spite," Gorphat says. "That is what you will require."
Insect-Nicora nods slightly at that. "I will endeavor to make you proud," she clicks as she struggles to sit upright. She proceeds to nuzzle Gorphat's thigh with one of her mandibles, pausing once in a twitch when the part of skekos within her moves again.
"I'll leave you to.. find your way from here," Gorphat says, and fades away. There's a flurry of movement from Little Skekos, then stillness.. and a sense of fading away there as well. The insect form begins to melt away soon after, until Nicora is herself again.. and then the Blessing kicks in with a real kick, as it feels like her birth canal is trying to clench into a fist!
"Augh," whines Nicora as she curls up for a moment in pain; whether it is from Gorphat, just the brutal mating that she endured, it's hard to say. But, it definitely hurts. "Right, find home. Walking will help ease this I'm sure," she tries to tell herself as she gets off the altar and wobble-walks into the mists. Ears flick about as she searches out where she is. She has to find something familiar sooner or later; and it's hard to be scared with the pain she feels in Inala's passage.