Sleep comes in short bursts between potty trips for Taahira. The lack of any windows makes it hard to keep track of the time - it could be day or night when the doe finally feels that she's had enough sleep (or serial napping at least). There's still some fruit from the night before, although the flowers are a bit wilted already. The soundproofing in the room is very good, such that conversations outside are reduced to buzzes of sound, but a very deep voice does stand out, mainly because her right hand itches at the same time she hears it.
"I am tired of peeing. So very tired of peeing," Taahira mutters as she stirs enough to get up and walk around for a bit. Her pacing stops when the booming voice comes; along with its itch. She grabs a bit of fruit and moves to the door to listen by pressing her hear against it. "Well, I can guess who that voice belong to! The mysterious, dead, opera singer, vampite ... thing," she thinks.
It's hard to make things out, confounded by the deep-voice's use of Eeee - normally a very high-pitched language, after all. At least Taahira can make out that there are two deep voices, just one not so deep as the other. They definitely aren't just outside, but the echoes suggest they may be in Chiyuta's office.
Taahira tries to open the door a crack to hear better.
Amazingly, the door isn't locked! It also makes things much clearer, if not perfectly clear. "... will she be ready?" Deep Voice asks. The higher pitched reply is clearly from Chiyuta: "Maybe ten days, I wouldn't expect longer than that." "Is she receptive?" Deeper Voice asks, and something about it makes the doe's fur crawl. "We haven't.. tried anything yet," Chiyuta replies, sounding uncertain of the questioner's intent.
"Isn't the myth that your ears burn when someone talks about you?" Taahira thinks as she munches on a piece of fruit as she listens, "Not one's right hand! And ... ready for what, exactly? And try what, hmmm?"
Someone is moving in the corridor outside, and through the crack Taahira can see Zeta the Savanite girl dragging along a crying Eeee girl.
Taahira opens the door a bit more. "Is she okay? the doe asks Zeta in a nervous voice while she peers around the door itself. "This cannot be good. And so much for being a kind house..."
Zeta jumps at the sudden question. Now Taahira can see that the Eeee girl is cradling her arm, but also trying to hide it behind a wing. "I'm fine, it's just a scratch," the girl claims.
The cheetah shakes her head to indicate that no, it isn't just a scratch.
Taahira slips the rest of the way out, thankfully dressed, and moves a little closer to them. "Are you sure? Where I'm from crying means a lot of pain," she says timidly, though her actual goal is to get a better look. "What happened?"
"Slipped," the girl claims.
Again the cheetah shakes her head.
"Do you want me to help? I know how to tie a bandage," Taahira offers.
"Who are you?" the Eeee girl asks, and looks a bit terrified by the doe for some reason. She hugs her arm closer, but her wing slips enough that Taahira can see it's been gashed. It looks like something tried to take a bite out of her.
"Oh. Forgive me. I'm Taahira. I'm .. new here," Taahira claims as she reaches up to rub absently at the collar around her neck. "I don't really know many here yet. Please forgive me, I was just trying to be helpful." She even bows her head as if embarrassed.
"Talia," the girl says, likely introducing herself. She's staring at the doe's belly now. "You're going to have kittens?" she asks.
"It is nice to meet you, Talia. And ... children, yes," Taahira admits and now rubs her stomach self consciously. "Maybe in a week. I don't know when for certain."
"Oh, that's.. pretty soon then," Talia says, blinking slowly and looking a bit wobbly. Zeta takes the opportunity to get a better hold of her, and starts pushing her along after casting an apologetic look to Taahira. "I'm feeling a little dizzy," the bat admits.
"Uhm, if you want to talk later or if i can help, I'm staying down the hall," Taahira says and even gestures towards her room. She would love to follow, but she can't risk breaking her cover; and being too nosy might do that. So ... she heads back to her room. "Something bit her. Of that I am certain," the doe thinks.
During the the encounter, she's lost track of the original conversation that drew her out, and now it seems to be over - but the itch remains. A few moments after she's returned to the room, Taahira hears a brief knock at the door before it begins to open.
"This might be the cause of the itch," Taahira worries. She climbs out of the bowl again as the door begins to open. "Hello?" she calls to the opening door, sounding nervous. One thing she is certain of is that she does not want to be in a bed, defenseless.
Chiyuta appears, and looks around the room quickly before smiling to Taahira. "Are you feeling well?" she asks. "The master of the house would like to meet you."
"I spend far too much time behind the curtain, but I am otherwise feeling well," Taahira admits, pausing to rub at her ear self consciously. "The Master? Who is he? How should I address him?" she asks.
"You may call him Master," Chiyuta explains. "Or Master Herod. Herod bar Abbas, head of the clan."
"Does he have a preference? Am I attired okay? What angers him? I don't want to make him mad," Taahira babbles nervously. "Ah, I remember this one. He seemed ... okay, but tasted foul, so to speak." the doe thinks.
"You will be fine," Chiyuta claims. "He's waiting right now, so.. making him wait is not good." The Eeee then holds the door open the rest of the way, so that Herod bar Abbas can enter. The Sylvanian-blooded man seems to loom tall over the doe, a reminder of how much more robust they are than typical Babelites.
Taahira bows her head after looking up briefly. "Wow, am I that intimidating when I'm just normal me?" the doe has to wonder; she actually does feel scared of him! "Master," she murmurs, her eyes on the floor now. "Don't panic!" she thinks to herself.
"You understand Standard and Khattan?" the man asks (almost rumbles) in Standard.
"Yes, Master," Taahira answers, still staring at the floor. "Well, that explains one of the voices," she thinks.
The bat reaches down to tilt the doe's chin up with a finger, and scrutinizes her face, nudging it from side to side as well.
"Ack! he's touching me! is all Taahira can think. But, it does give her an excuse to look at him again. "What are you looking for?" she has to wonder in thought, "Hopefully not a doe-toy..."
"Do you have any old injuries?" Herod rumbles. "Did your husband whip or beat you?"
"No. He did not hit me," Taahira says, her tone soft and slow. "I have never been physically harmed like that."
The bat then leans down and scoops the doe up into his arms. He even bounces her slightly, as if weighing her.
That makes the doe squeak in surprise! "Okay, he's making me feel like a sack of tubers," she has to think as she bounces; her belly wobbles about some, and her chest bounces too! "I guess this is weighing the meal, eh?" she also thinks a bit sarcastically.
Finally, he sets the doe back down into the bowl. "Leave us, Chiyuta," he tells the head slave. "Prepare a fresh meal for Taahira. Breads as well as fruits."
"At once, Master Herod," the slave girl notes, bowing her head and closing the door.
Taahira curls up a little in the bowl, looking nervous. "He's up to something. I have to act afraid ... but this will be educational, I suspect," she thinks.
The lord of the house pulls a chair up next to the bed, and sits facing the doe. "Do you like it here?" he asks.
"I don't know, Master," Taahira claims as she reaches up to pull down one of her ears and fidget with it. "I haven't been here long. Most people seem pretty nice. But ... that could change once I am given actual duties."
"What if you could always be treated nice?" Herod asks, gesturing the room around her. "Did you have an easy life before?"
"Mostly? I had a home to care for, but I also had help so it was not bad," Taahira claims as she shifts around a bit. The doe then pauses and plays with her ear in silence for a bit. "I could always be treated nice here? Like, in a harem? Harem women in Abu Dhabi are treated very nicely from what I have heard in the markets."
Herod reaches over to brush the doe's ear that has the earring in it. "Hmmm, I suppose it could be like a harem," he says, and starts stroking the Lapi.
"Like? I don't understand," Taahira claims. she also twitches a bit nervously under the stroking, as if still quite nervous. "//Ah, the offers of pleasure and happiness for something evil; here we come,/" the doe thinks.
"Relax," Herod says, and goes about removing what clothing the doe has.
That is a hard command to obey when you're in the den of demons! But, acting is not unknown to Taahira, so she tries to appear relaxed; or at the least less twitchy. She also lets her eyes close so she can just listen and feel. She suspects she knows what is coming; and best to not fight it too much ... yet.
It's clear that either Mahalia taught her husband certain techniques, or he taught her, because he uses them on the doe until she's a quivering ball.
"Oookay, so not quite what I expected!" the doe thinks once she's able to. Before that though, she is a whimpering, often crying out, shivering, pile of pregnant doe. It's ... quite embarrassing.
And then she feels the bat enter her. Although.. he doesn't seem interested in actually making love, so much as probing to see if her plug prevents full insertion - as if that was the whole point of warming her up in the first place!
The doe becomes the squirming, whimpering, creature she was a few minutes ago; including arching her back when she feels herself being entered; actually encouraging it! Well until it hits her natural plug from her pregnancy. That's a bit painful and causes her to yelp! "He's quite a pervert!" thinks the doe when she can think, that is. Takes one to know one!
After testing the limit, Herod withdraws. "Now, show me what you learned from your husband," he tells her.
Taahira shivers. "If he's asking what I think he is," the doe thinks, feeling slightly ill. This will be an acting challenge; but her eyes open and with very soft and careful fingers, the doe removed what clothing remains on him. Her body continues to shiver nervously as she follows from there; slow massaging with her soft hands over his entire form, along with nibbles and nips along his cheeks, then up and slowly along each ear. She's careful to never bite hard. Nor squeeze too hard when fingers curl around sensitive places. She doesn't go further than that, waiting to see if the Eeee requests more.
"You're a bit cautious," Herod notes. "Did you husband have to instruct you all of the time?"
"No, Master. I'm just ... I don't know what Eeee like. I am trying to figure it out," Taahira claims softly. The doe then takes a braver risk (and one that makes her feel ill again!). Her head dips down and her light nibbling and licking is on a very sensitive part of Eeee anatomy. That slowly turns into practically nursing. To distract herself from thinking to o much about the act, she tries to listen to see if he's enjoying it.
Herod clearly enjoys this, since he's stroking the doe's ears as she works. "Ah, I wasn't sure about those teeth of yours. It's true that Lapi have mastered the non-reproductive sexual arts, I suppose. Keep this up.. a bit longer.."
"If Master would prefer, I could also take him underneath my tail; he would fit," Taahira offers, pausing in her work. "Ugh. It isn't that fun when you know about the person ... but ... I have to give him what he expects," she thinks.
"Next time, perhaps," Herod notes as.. well, it's a good thing there are plenty of towels and such around. "Do you enjoy this sort of service?"
Taahira tries to prevent too much mess; though it's a bit unpleasant for her in how she has to ... and is glad more fruit is coming soon, along with towels being available. "Yes, Master. It is what Lapi do to avoid children, after all," she claims as she gets a nearby towel to clean up what she ... missed. "It still feels good to me; just not as intense as the way of reproduction."
"You certainly seemed to enjoy being pleasured," Herod notes with a grin. "Are you looking forward to your children, even if they are responsible for your current situation?"
"I ... " Taahira starts to say, then looks confused. "I enjoy being pregnant," she ends up claiming, "But I do not know if I will enjoy the children; they will remind me of my mistakes." Her head hangs. "And saying that makes me feel like a horrible mother," she sniffles. "Maybe I will feel different once they are born."
"Perhaps you will," Herod says, and begins dressing himself. "The children will likely be sold off as slaves once they are old enough, you realize?"
Taahira nods, "I do, yes. I don't know if it will be hard or not for me to let them go. I hope you will be able to forgive me if it ends up being hard." She resumes playing with her ear (and remaining naked), then asks, "Do you have any orders for me? Will you be visiting me often? Is there anything I can do to make you happy with the money you spent on me?" The doe is, naturally, looking down again.
"I will think of something you can do that is not to taxing on your condition," Herod promises. "Until then, try to enjoy your new life." There's a knock at the door as Chiyuta returns with food.
"I can always do for you what I just did," Taahira offers the Eeee, then looks towards Chiyuta.
"That will be one service, certainly," Herod says, and then pats Chiyuta on the head before leaving.
"Did your meeting go well?" the head slave asks, as she sets down the plate of bread and fruit on the side table.
Taahira waves to Chiyuta now. "He seems ... nice," she claims as she tries to cover up her body again now that he is gone. "He explored me, then had me explore him. He seemed pleased when I .. nursed on him," the doe admits, embarrassed. She climbs out of the bowl to both stretch, and to get a bit of food.
"Would you like me to bathe you?" Chiyuta asks, noting the somewhat messy state of the Lapi.
"Yes. I am not good at judging Eeee and he ... erupted unexpectedly," Taahira admits. She eats a piece of fruit, then goes to get into the standing tub.
Chiyuta pulls on the chord, and a bell rings. Zeta appears a moment later, and the Eeee girl tells her to fetch hot water and soaps. "He is a fair Master, I think," Chiyuta says. "Better than my old one."
"Was your old one bad? What did he have you do that is different from Master Herod?" Taahira asks.
"My old master bought me as an infant," Chiyuta explains. "He liked children, just not in a parental way if you understand me? I was not happy there, and when his tastes began to take a darker turn.. I'm not sure what happened. He brought me along to a meeting with Master Herod, and then.. I was given as a gift, I think."
Taahira frowns. "I am sorry to hear you were treated like that. No one should be treated like that," the doe claims. "I have been fortunate in I have never been treated that way. All Master Herod had me do was things I did before with my husband. I do not mind them."
"It would have been better for me not to have been born," Chiyuta claims, then looks apologetic. "Forgive me. Eeee are common as dirt in Babel, but Lapi are rare. I'm sure your children will be bought by better households, and fetch fine prices."
Taahira puts her hand on Chiyuta's shoulder lightly. "Don't say that about yourself. You have value as a person," she says softly. "And likely far more skill than I have. I'm just ... strange and fat here."
"And soft," Chiyuta adds. Zeta returns then, and the Eeee helps her pour the not-too-hot water into the bath. There are several kinds of soaps, each with a different fragrance.
Taahira actually leans over and gives Chiyuta a small kiss on the cheek while she's distracted. Honestly, a bath would feel very good right about now. Being pregnant is taxing. The doe idly waits in the bath, running her stomach and feeling for larval movement.
Things are twitching in there, certainly. Right now she can feel them more internally than at the surface. Chiyuta removes her own tunic to keep it from getting wet as she starts to wash the doe with a fancy sponge. "Do you prefer a particular fragrance?" she asks.
"Something floral, or perhaps a little fruity?" Taahira suggests. "Nothing too strong, please? Just a light scent." She also takes the time to just relax and look over Chiyuta; looking for scars or old injuries.
The Eeee girl chooses something mild but pleasant, and adds it to the water. She does show a lot of old scars, and her left wing-shoulder is a knot - she must have broken the bone at some point, and had it reset either poorly or deliberately to hobble her.
"You can't fly anymore?" Taahira actually asks of the Eeee, and even reaches out to touch the knot in the wing. That is a horrible injury for an Eeee; flight is one of the things she loves most about usually being one.
"Oh, I've never flown," the girl claims, as she wets the sponge again and works on Taahira's shoulders.
"Why not?" Taahira asks. "I thought all Eeee loved to fly."
"I would have escaped," Chiyuta notes. "So my wing was broken before I was strong enough to fly. It is not common, unless there is a risk of a slave running. The world is a dangerous place though, so hobbling probably saved my life."
"Maybe," Taahira says without much conviction. Right now the Alptraum aspect wants to break that shoulder joint, then fix it properly so that she can fly. Maybe some day ... if Chiyuta isn't part of the cult too. She still remembers the comment about being assigned a 'friend'.
"What were your dreams, back before?" the girl asks, sounding very curious. "Back in Abu-Dhabi?"
"Dreams? Oh, silly things when I think about it now,/" Taahira admits and looks down. "Wanting to the clothes that I saw the wealthier wives of others wearing. Wanting a bigger home with fancier tapestries, our own garden and fountains. Wanting the other women to be /jealous/ of me," she admits and idly kicks her left foot a little. "Seems ... /stupid/ when I look at you and realize even just feeling safe would have been a luxury. Maybe I deserved this punishment for being so ... just ... "
"Did the man who seduced you speak of such things?" the girl asks, almost lost in the thought of actually being seduced.
"Oh, he said I was far prettier than any of the other does. And that it was an injustice I was left without any comfort for long periods of time," Taahira says. Her hands even clench into fists for a brief moment. "And he bought me things; like a new scarf, shoes, and jewelry. But all he really wanted was to just ... he wanted more than being nursed or finding release in ways other than the way of children." She shakes her head, muttering, "I was weak and foolish, and finally gave in. He said it was the way of showing true love."
"Did you?" Chiyuta asks, pausing in her washing for a moment. "Love him, I mean?"
"Wouldn't you? I mean, he showed me attention; he doted on me," Taahira mutters. "But he did not love me; he just wanted ... what all males want in the end."
"What happened to him?" the girl asks next. "If you were exiled.. did he receive worse?"
"I was told while being transported here he was castrated for corrupting women," Taahira says as she rolls her shoulders in a shrug. "But I do not know if it was true."
"Why lie to you?" Chiyuta asks. "Would you wish harm upon him, or your husband?"
Taahira sighs a little. "No. While I could blame him, it was still my fault for giving in to his wishes," she admits, "And that makes it my failing."
"That hardly seems fair," the girl notes as she washes the doe's feet. "I mean.. he set out to do this to you deliberately. What if you had resisted? Could you kept him from taking what he wanted from you?"
"Of course. I could have alerted the guards of the city, or told my husband. They might have done something," Taahira claims.
"Really?" the girl asks, in shock. "Nobody would do anything here. If you don't have power yourself, nobody is going to lend you theirs."
"Have you tried?" Taahira asks Chiyuta. "Asked for help, that is?"
"I..." the girl begins, and then looks around as if there might be eavesdroppers. "I pray," she whispers.
"Really? To who?" Taahira asks the girl in a quiet voice.
"I can't say just yet," Chiyuta whispers. "Just.. not any of the Kindly Ones. They never help those without power."
"Dagh take it. I'm going to have to kill her," Taahira says, her stomach sinking. "I see. Well, I hope you get your prayers answered," the doe mutters and looks at the floor again.
Thinks the parts in /
"Sometimes they do get answered," the girl notes, and then reaches into the water to sponge-wash under Taahira's belly.
"They do? What of yours has been answered?" Taahira asks softly.
The doe also has to squirm around a bit because washing under there tends to tickle.
"Well.. things happen to people I don't like, sometimes," Chiyuta admits.
"Like what?" Taahira asks.
"Accidents," the girl says, almost muttering now. "The last head slave slipped and spilled.. wine.. all over Lady Mahalia. So I was promoted into her position."
"Was she mean? What happened to her?" Taahira asks softly. She thinks, "Is she a servant, or a budding one? Can I save this one? Or will I have to kill?"
"She.. held herself too high over the rest of us," Chiyuta explains. "Like she wasn't a slave. Anyone who the Master favored would suddenly find themselves with harsher, messier duties. She was reassigned to serve in another building, I think."
"I don't want to replace you," Taahira mutters. "I know you think me exotic, but I don't want to take your position and would never ask for it."
"Oh, I didn't want the position, really," Chiyuta is quick to point out. "It's just that she didn't deserve it, you see."
"But you did accept it," Taahira points out.
"Well, it wasn't exactly offered," the girl points out. "I am a slave. If we're given a task, we do not have the option of turning it down."
"I worry that they will eventually become bored of me and my exoticness will fade," Taahira mutters, "And I have no other real skills."
"Maybe you should pray too then," the girl suggests. "It may work better here than back in Abu-Dhabi.."
"But to who? I don't know what Gods protect this city," Taahira admits.
"I don't know that any of them ever protected the City itself," Chiyuta says. "I will.. I'll see if it's alright for you to pray to my god. That's all I can promise right now."
"... okay," Taahira says in a wavering voice. "Does this God actually answer back?"
"I can't say I've heard Her voice directly," Chiyuta admits. "Others have though."
"Her?" Taahira asks. She then raises her hands and adds, "I know, I know, you cannot say more."
As the water starts to get tepid, Chiyuta urges Taahira to stand up so she can get the last remaining areas (namely the backside) on the doe.
Taahira stands up and turns around. she even bends over and presents her rather heart-shaped backside to the Eeee. "Maybe there is hope for her. It sounds like she is being courted," the doe thinks.
It's a bit cooler outside the water, but a cooled, damp rear-end at least helps focus one's thoughts. Chiyuta is very gentle with the toweling off, probably because she just isn't familiar with Lapi fur. "Did you have any servants?" she asks.
"A couple of savanites helped manage the house. They used to be slaves for my husband's family, but when they were freed, they stayed on anyway for the room and board," Taahira admits. "Why?"
"I was just wondering what sort of Master you were," the girl says, and smiles. "I suppose if your slaves chose to stay, you must have been a good one."
"They were not abused, if that is what you were wondering," Taahira claims. "They had room, food, and were paid a little once freed. They were a part of the family, really. That was not uncommon for many households I knew."
"There are so many of us here, and it is such a large household.. family bonds are hard to come by," Chiyuta admits. "Unless one of the Masters takes a liking to you."
"Have any taken a liking to you?" Taahira asks.
"Lady Mahalia has taken me under her wing, in a way," Chiyuta notes. "She taught me to read and write and do numbers, so that I could be better in my role."
"That is a good thing!" Taahira claims. "I am sure I will become dull in time and forgotten."
"While sometimes it is nice to be forgotten, it is not always a good thing," the Eeee claims. "You must maintain your uniqueness."
"But I cannot be continually pregnant," Taahira points out as she finally completely exits the tub, "Which seems to fascinate the Master and Mistress."
"Hmmm, not without a male of your kind, no," Chiyuta admits, after lightly fluffing up the bunny. "Something will present itself to establish your position here, I am certain."
"Hopefully," Taahira agrees as she heads to the curtain to relieve the pressure that has once again built up on her. Once that is handled, she heads towards her bowl-bed. "If you ever want someone to sleep with, you are welcome to join me," the doe offers as she climbs in to rest a bit (and see if the weird squirming inside her calms down again).
"I'll let you rest," Chiyuta says. "I need to sleep at my station, to answer any requests."
"Okay. The offer remains if you ever want to take it," Taahira offers as she snuggles into the blankets; and has to shift around until her distended gut is positioned where the weight isn't too much.
After draining the tub back into the bucket, the Eeee girl carries the various supplies out with her, saying, "Sleep well, Taahira. May your dreams bring you inspiration."
"They usually just disturb me. Even those I enjoy spending time with are disturbing," Taahira thinks. What she says, though is, "I will see you later, be well."
Dreams are hazy things - in this case literally, as Taahira seems to be walking through mist. To one side, she hears the sounds of a party, and through the fog she can make out just that: a fancy ball, with herself at center stage, bedecked in jewels and Zolk.
To the other side, however, is.. darkness. But a familiar darkness.
"Ah. More temptation. Lures of what it thinks I want," Taahira thinks as she pauses to look at the party. She rubs one of her ears, then looks tot he darkness. Why she does this, she doesn't quite know, but she heads into that darkness. Maybe it is the familiarity.
Even as sight fades, other things happen. Her belly seems to melt away with each step, wings sprout from her back.. and once more she is Nicora - or Yodhgorphat Scourge. The ground gives way to soft furs as she enters the underground lair of Mordecai, who is watching the fire in a small stove.
"Well, well, if it isn't my handsome and wonderful lover," Nicora remarks with a bemused smile on her bare, pale, and somewhat hideous, face. "You have no idea how much I miss you at times." She even walks towards him, knowing he probably will not recognize her.
Mordecai turns and startles. "Who.. your voice is familiar.." he says, and looks the naked (and furless) Eeee up and down.
"I'm Nicora. Or rather I am called Yodhgorphat Scourge now. Gorphat ... claimed me. Stripped me bare of my fur and pealed my skin until I was pale," Nicora explains, "And left me like this; a symbol of sacrifice and trial. She has also blessed me twice ... and because of her I carry a large clutch of horrib eggs in my womb that will be unleased on her enemies when I give birth." Her brow arches a little, then she asks softly, "Am I now hideous in your eyes? Do you no longer desire or wish of me?"
Mordecai stands up. The contrast is large: while the albino is also bleached of skin and furless, he is decorated with an array of colorful tattoos. His dragon tattoo, in particular, rises up to express his interest. "You will always fascinate me," he claims, and brushes his fingers across Nicora's bare cheek. It's an interesting sensation.
Nicora's head tilts at the touch as she enjoys the sensation. "Do you not fear touching a Yodhgorphat, though?" she asks him. "I may be dangerous to be with now."
"I have no fear of Gorphat," Mordecai claims. "Why would I? What more can she do to me?"
"Plenty, lover," Nicora coos as she runs her fingers down his chest. "But right now I am wondering what you would want me to do for you." She pauses, then smiles, "And I like my new body; it is another canvas for you to work upon. Perhaps even mark in the glory of Gorphat."
"Hmmm," Mordecai ponders, looking over the blank canvas, and running his fingers over it. "I need to be inspired of course," he notes, and then pulls Nicora down to the furs.
"Let me talk to your dragon for a bit to inspire you," Nicora teases before she disappears down to perform an act that earlier she was reluctantly performing on Herod! This time she is far more into it; and certainly far more vigorous!
Mordecai moans, and wraps his wings around to caress Nicora's bare body as she wakes his dragon, and gets it ready to ravage her countryside.
"This.. this is a real dream, isn't it?" the man asks.
Nicora seems determined to take the dragon's first breath of fire this way before she'll even consider allowing him to ravish her countryside. Or perhaps she fears the risk he may be in if he actually makes love to a Yodhgorphat! "It is a dream, but what I have told you is true. This is how I look currently," she tells him, pausing only for those seconds.
"Still.. uhnnn.." the albino artist moans. "That means.. nobody will interrupt us.." He shudders and releases his dragon with a hiss.
And this time Nicora manages to keep anything from getting messy by how she contains the dragon's fire. There's another pause for him to recover, then she licks the dragon one more time and slides back up to look him in the eyes. "Do you like me like this?" she coos the question, then kisses his cheek.
"You are best like this," Mordecai claims after catching his breath. "Skin bare to me, like the human.. but with the familiar features of an Eeee. Like me." He then hugs Nicora.. and bites her neck, naturally.
"I could ask Gorphat to make it permanent," Nicora offers in a pained hiss; the sharp pinpoints in her neck flaring, then easing to dull throbs. Then she holds still, letting him drink while she strokes the back of his neck.
After drinking for a bit, Mordecai asks, "You mean it isn't already?" He rolls Nicora onto her back, and uses her blood to doodle on her chest. "How could you bear to change back from this?"
"In time I will heal back to the way I was," Nicora admits as she plays with his ears. "It would take a divine act to make this stay."
"Then you must cause one," Mordecai says, and starts to lick and kiss over the bare Eeee's torso. She's experienced this as Snowcora of course.. but it's not the same. Bare Eeee skin just seems more sensitive than always-bare human skin.
"I will ... see what I can do," Nicora claims. Of course she's soon too distracted by the licking to say much else at the moment!
Licking gives way to kissing and nibbling, then more licking and using the extra-long Eeee tongue to good use. When Mordecai can actually use his mouth for talking again, he's already inside Nicora and being very vigorous about it. "You will come back to me, and I will tie you up down here," he promises.
"What, you would keep me?" Nicora asks the albino. And even with the way she hisses and moans, she does manage to whisper to him, "My altar is blessed by Gorphat, as is my womb. I am her brood-mother of horribs. There may be risk to you being within me." But ... she makes no move to pull away from him. In fact she's quite vigorous about making sue he stays there.
"I am not afraid," Mordecai says, and redoubles his efforts. "I'm sure she owes me.." Nothing yet indicates that Nicora's 'curse' is going to strike - but then it's not supposed to apply to Bargorphats, if Mordecai actually counts as one like Gorphat suggested.
"And it does not bother you that horrible creatures grow within me?" Nicora asks next while she is kissing down his cheek and neck. She then bites him in the throes of passion.
"I live in a sewer," Mordecai moans, finding release with the bite. A moment later he's started up again however, after rearranging Nicora into a new position.
"I take that as a no; it's fine if I'm a horrib brood mother," Nicora teases, ending that with a gasp and a shudder as her own release is found; and a new position is welcomed soon after. As tiring as it may be; there is a carnal craving for this spooky Eeee which drives her on and keeps her excited.
Mordecai actually licks Nicora's wing-spars, creating a very new and novel sensation. "You are the only Eeee I have ever had," he whispers.
"And will continue to have," Nicora claims; flexing those wings as they are licked. "Be it by your dragon, or by your needles of ink or inserts," she offers in the moment. "My body is yours."
"And.. it is an altar to Gorphat now?" Mordecai asks a few minutes later, when he pauses to catch his third wind.
"I am her Altar and Her Temple," Nicora answers; pausing only to kiss along his bare flesh and marvel in the sensations of her own.
"I've never seen a Temple or Altar of Gorphat before," the artist admits, before diving back into things. "What is it like?"
"Horrors, darkness, insects, parasites, and slime," Nicora groans out. An odd thing to be groaning! But then these are two very odd Eeee!
"Hmmm," Mordecai pauses to think for a moment, then makes up for lost time afterwards. "What kind of insects, parasites and slime?" he eventually asks.
"Horribs are Her insect, though many live in her Temple in Babel. Many kinds of worms and even horrib eggs themselves are parasites," Nicora explains while shuddering. "Pools of glowing green slime abound; sticky like mucus."
"Describe the sounds and smells," Mordecai urges, acting as if the imagery is driving him to greater efforts of passion.
"Damp, humid," Nicora hisses out, "Smell of mold, sour milk, and fetid growths. The sounds of dripping water, the tick of falling pebbles, and the occasional creak of a great rock shifting. The scurry of vermites and other creatures across the floor."
"Like the sewers here," Mordecai says, and exhales slowly before taking a deep breath and doing this thing with his hips that drives Nicora mad!
Nicora can say no more! She arches her back; her cries reverberating in Mordecai's dark lair! The intensity of it makes her feel dizzy!
With his finishing move successful, the albino pants and lies next to Nicora to recover a bit. "Tell me about the horribs," he gasps. "I've never seen one."
"They are spiny, horrible creatures with large pincher's and a stinger on its tail," Nicora explains while she recovers by leaning against him and panting. "Normal ones are maybe a foot long. The queens are much larger and have an additioal needle-like appendage for laying eggs. They reproduce my paralyzing someone and injecting their eggs into that victim. The eggs then grow until they hatch .... and the larvae eat their way out." She pauses there, then adds, "But I am a special case; the queen was guided to implant them within my womb; which was then sealed so that I could not remove them while they gestated. When the time comes, I will be giving birth to the larvae before they can actually eat me." At least, she really hopes that is the case.
"Their father is Hosheb, one of the Sabbaoth Seven; a mix of Eeee and Horrib," Nicora adds.
"I'd like to meet him," Mordecai says. "And the image of giving birth to hungry worms is.. interesting.."
"I don't know what that will look like; larvae being born from me. When they were placed within me it was ... both terrifying and interesting," Nicora admits. As for Hosheb, she concentrates ... and tries to see if she can touch that demon even from here, and bring him to them.
It's an effort.. but apparently demons don't respond well to dream summons, at least not at the moment. "I shall send one of Hortense's minions to the library," Mordecai says, "and gather references. I have.. a notion.."
"Oh? What are you thinking, lover of the spooky and gross?" Nicora teases as she nuzzles into his neck.
"It is too early to reveal," Mordecai claims, waving a hand in the air above them. "Should Gorphat be my muse once more.. or if I can find the proper images.. then you will become my canvass once more!"
"I may be able to show you how I look now with her insects within me," Nicora teases, "If you are interested..."
"You don't look as you do now?" Mordecai asks.
Nicora shakes her head. She concentrates a bit, and tries to see if this body can take on her pregnancy aspect; and give her the bulgy-Eeee gut at late-term.
As the Eeee's belly inflates, Mordecai gets progressively more wide-eyed, until he scoots away as if Nicora is about to explode! "What is that!?"
"What I look like. What a pregnant Eeee looks like," Nicora explains and runs her hand over her distended stomach. "It has been over a week like this now; I can feel them squirm during the day if I move a lot," she explains.
"What.. all Eeee women do that?" Mordecai asks, astonished. "For how long?"
"Normally for six months or so. I will only be this way for two weeks or so total," Nicora explains with a grin. "It's strange and terrifying knowing a dozen or so larvae eggs are within you growing slowly, and could kill you. But I have faith I will survive."
"That is not much worse than having a little person inside there," Mordecai says, still keeping his distance. "It looks awkward and painful. It does go away though afterwards, doesn't it?" It's clear that the artist has never encountered a pregnant woman before. But then, who knows how long he's lived down in this hidden lair.
"It will go away once they are born, yes. And I will not explode. Come, Touch," Nicora offers.
It takes time, but Mordecai does eventually make it over to press an outstretched hand against the distended belly.
"Boom!" teases Nicora. Shades of the skreek in that comment, it seems. "Relax," she then says and lets herself return to 'normal'. Come, hold me until morning. Or until my bladder decides to wake me...
"Your bladder?" the Eeee asks as he cuddles up with the restored-to-abnormal Nicora.
"I have to pee a lot in this condition," Nicora notes as her eyes close within the dream. Can you dream within a dream? Hard to say! She does know she now feels tired and a bit of rest would do her good...