Orca looks almost innocent, passed out on the small room's small bed. His mouth is open, and he's both snoring and blowing a snot bubble from his left nostril at the same time. Sometimes it looks like the bubble is going to get sucked in, but it is amazingly resilient.
And innocence is just an anathema to Nikky, and it makes her cackle, though muffled as it might wake him. She rubs her hands together ... and collects her pits of clothing. Well, mainly chains and straps. And they were brought for a reason. the female skreek goes about carefully wrapping a strap around each of Orca's limbs and slowly drawing them to the corner of the bed. One by one, he is secured, spread apart, on the bed. That's when Nikky licks her lips, then stands at the foot of the bed. Then the unspeakable happens! In a true evil-overload way, she spreads her arms and cackles in a chittery, high-pitched, laugh, "Ehehehehehe, you're mine now!"
"Waah!?" Orca jerks awake.. literally, and is jerked right back down to the bed. "Ahhh! No, I don't wanna be a priest.. er.." he blurts before fully realizing the situation. "This.. this isn't like a ceremonial thing is it? I get to keep all my bits?"
"Wha, y' think I'm gonna snip ya for being unable t' knock me up?" Nikky asks. She even grabs (gently) the referred-to bits. "S'not a bad idea. Might make yas more docile."
"Oorrrrrr," the Skreek counters, "you could do something to.. uh.. make me more potent! Yah... that.."
"I coul?" Nikky asks, "But vou already haf a tattoo honoring Inala." She then proceeds to lick that tattoo slowly. "An on such a tasty part."
The rat squirms his hips around, and.. well, he may be groggy still but that part is quick to wake up. "Jus' don'.. waste.. nothin'.." he moans.
"Aw. Wakey wakey. S'no fun iffin yer sleepy on me," Nikyy taunts. She then bites the other skreek. Enough to notice, but not enough to hurt.
"Squeeeeep!" Orca chirps, and blinks. "I 'wake! Hoo yeah!" he claims.
"Goo' cuz it be fore fun that way," Nikky teases. And demonsteates. Wow she's good with her studded tongue, and with how she can nibble just so. She works her way all over the other skreek, making him make all sorts of fun sounds; like a rat organ...
And boy does Orca make sounds! And while Skreek tails aren't exactly prehensile, he does his best to molest Nikky with his. "Please.. you no have feathers I hope?" he asks.
"No yet. De staff are gona bring me feathers, wax, and ice," Nikky teases, then licks Inala's mark one more time. "Cuz you be a bad ratty, an gonna get hurts, which takes yas away from me."
"Wax?" Orca gasps. "Oh.. you aren't.. I not gonna be a candle right?"
"No, you gonna be a placemat for wax," Nikky says, then whisper-cackles in his ear. "Eeheheh. Unless yas promise ya gonna come back to me intact an all."
"I promise! I.. wait, what're you gonna do with the wax?" Orca asks, curiosity overcoming concern for the moment. He also keeps trying to see far he can stretch his head towards Nikky.
"Make me own contraception by covering yas," Nikky teases, then grabs her intended target. "Cuz iffin ya don' get me pregnant now, yas have ta come back, cuz some day I do wan t' marry yas."
The rat sucks in his breath - but if it's from the grab or the promise of marriage is left for Nikky to guess. "Oh, I give it me best, you'll see! Just need to.. let 'em cook a bit more or something.."
Nikky disappears from view, but Orca can soon tell where she is because it's quite ... teasing, tormenting, and making him want to squirm and squeal! She's a very bad rattess.
"Ahh! What're you.. HEEEHEEEHEEE that tickles.." Orca gasps. "You ain't gonna stick nothing.. Ahh! HEEE!"
Nikky is quite insistent, and makes sure to push Orca to the edge, but then always backs off and never gives him any relief. "So, yas promise you'll come back?" the skreek asks, again.
"Yeah, yeah! I tie a thread to my tail..." Orca gasps. "You are cruel and sexy mistress. I bet this kinda stuff worth a lot o' coin! Yer spoilin' me. I like that!"
He may not like the bite that follows! It kinda hurts! But at least doesn't draw any blood. By the time Orca's eyes refocus, Nikky is straddling over him and looking him right in the eyes. The ring that sways from her nose just barely touches his nose tip. "I gonna hold yas t' that promise," she says with a mischievous grin. "I haf me ways."
"Ya sure do!" Orca grins back, and tries to snag the ring with his tongue!
And that's right about when Orca finds himself back in his rattess. When he rugs the ring, down she goes! When her body moves, it does not relent; it seems she fully intends to wear him out again!
"Oooooo! At leas' you didn't tie me off down there!" Orca moans, with a bit of a lisp since his tongue is stretched! And he can still move his hips, once Nikky gives him a chance to do so! He may actually be trying to draw things out longer though.
And Nikky, being evil, just won't let him tdo that. She pushes it harder and faster, proving she is in control. "I do dat next time," she promises, cackling!
"This is weird, but at least I no' gagged!" Orca says, trying his best to control his moment. He tries distracting Nikky a little with his tail. It's half-hearted though, as he may already be hypnotized by the bouncing bosom of Nikky.
And Nikky kisses him. She's being quite insistent now and not giving him any rest at all; it seems like she's trying to get him to pass out, again!
The big bound rat is hyper-ventilating and squeezing his muscles as hard as he can.. but Nikky isn't to be denied! When Orca gushes it's certainly clear that the slow buildup ... built it up. He arches and goes rigid for the duration, making a slight wheezing sound as he holds in his breath.
And Nikky presses down, making sure his gift goes where it's supposed to. "Good bot," she murmurs in his hear as she keeps him excited as long as she can, "Das jus what I want...." Her lips draw back, and boy does she cackle!
"Wha'ver you wan.." Orca wheezes, and just groans for a bit. All of the foreplay.. and Nikky's vigor.. has left him ultra-sensitive. It's also possibly that parts of his brain have shut down so that the blood can be redirected for more important matters.
"Why don' you jus take a nap, hmm?" Nikky asks, then licks his cheek. "I vill too, and stay right here." And what she means by that is, she stays joined with the rat. Were she fertile, this would be an excellent way to ensure pregnancy. But she's probably doing it to just drive him nuts. "Nightly. See yas in a few hours, eeheheh," she mutters.
"Gotta.. uh.. sometin'.. later.. Zzzzzz" Orca mutters as he passes out into a pleasant haze.
Appearing in the crystal cavern was a bit unexpected. Last time, Nicora had to link to Mordecai herself instead of using the 'divine astral body' system that made the Shrine Maiden's tattoos possible. That Nicora is here now - and in her bleached, furless Yodhgorphat form - implies the hand of one of the Sisters; and it isn't difficult to guess which Sister.
"Mrgh?" Nicora mutters as she sits up and looks around. She also looks down at her stomach, seeing how she looks since she 'gave birth'. "Well, this is unexpected. Did you send me here, Mother?" the ugly Eeee remarks to herself, and to Gorphat presumably.
The answer to that comes in the form an ultrasonic ping, as Mordecai enters the chamber. Behind him is a white-furred Khatta in black leather that's so tight it creaks when she moves. And behind Hortense is her line of.. minions? It's never really been made clear why the Lapis serve her, but the bunnies are burdened with wooden.. things.
Nicora's eyes go wide and she wraps her wings around her bare body. She also scoots backwards on the dais a bit, though that's uncomfortable when you're completely bare! "What is going on?" she asks of Mordecai; her rather scary and probably deranged Eeee lover. She also eyes Hortense nervously; that khatta cannot be trusted!
"It is time to be my canvas once again," Mordecai claims, setting down his tattooing case and embracing Nicora. "Hortense is here to help. Isn't that generous of her?"
"Yes, she's just very ... generous," Nicora eyes Hortense, even while she hugs Mordecai. She should probably be worried that it feels good to hug another bare Eeee, but she doesn't.
The deranged Khatta's minions begin assembling something on the dais - it looks like some sort of adjustable framework.
"Mmmm, now what is your pleasure this time," Mordecai asks Nicora. "Front or back?"
"Gorphat, are you sure about this?" Nicora thinks as she eyes the framework being build. The question makes her blink, and she looks to Mordecai, asking, "What do you mean?"
"Well, I am very inspired, and you are such a large, blank canvas," Mordecai notes. "I can start at the back.. or the front. Since you can't be flipped over to do both without some recovery time, it will be just one this time."
Nicora bites her lip as she thinks. Both are likely equally ... horrible. "Front," she tells Mordecai since the last time major work was done it was her back first.
"Lie back and relax then," Mordecai says, and Nicora finds herself been lifted up by bunnies and carried backwards.
"Can I choose none?" Nicora asks in a last ditch effort as she's carried backwards. It's likely towards whatever it was they were assembling!
"That is hardly a choice," Mordecai replies. Nicora is set down on the framework.. and fur-sided leather straps are brought to bear. Her ankles are strapped low, keeping her knees bent as she lies back on a padded bench. But her arms bent back and wrists secured to the bottom as well, a bit awkwardly. Then her wings and stretched and secured to satellite structures using padded clips. Finally, her head is laid back on a pillow, and no strap is applied to secure it.. because a wooden 'stock' is used instead, blocking off her view of her body! The stock itself looks disturbingly like it was once part of a guillotine. A used guillotine.
"I can't see anything!" Nicora squeaks in shock and possible terror. Being strapped into a device formerly used to kill people is not a comfortable device to be strapped into! The fur-lined straps creak as she trains against it, and her wings; but as always it holds firm. But, how bad can it be? She tries to reassure herself that she has bedded demons, so this should be easy.
Hortense leans down right behind Nicora's head, and purrs as she runs a finger along the Eeee's cheek. "So smoooooth," she says. Elsewhere, the bunny brigade of fluffy fluffers are going to work on Nicora's body with soft fur-padded hands, clever tongues.. and at least one grip firm enough to wrangle Nicora's tail.. which admittedly doesn't struggle for long, once the stroking begins.
"Yes, because all hai ... eep! was, ooh! removed," Nicora says defiantly to Hortense. She even tries to glower, but one think about being bare like these, when you flush from being embarrassed, it shows. Not to mention it is very evident that her body is responding.
The feline's whiskers tickle Nicora's cheek as Hortense gazes down at her upside-down and nearly nose to nose. "How was it done? I would use this.." she purrs.
"I was made to soak myself in a chemical that removed all hair, then a horrible one that bleached my skin," Nicora says very nervously. "To make me endure, and mark me."
"Where can I find this chemical?" Hortense asks, and then licks Nicora's nose.
"In one of Gorphat's temples in Babel," Nicora says and looks at her pierced nose, crosseyed. "The final test to become Her daughter."
"That sounds inconvenient," Hortense pouts. Nicora is distracted from this, however, when one of the does massaging her breasts pauses, and quietly says, "Mistress, you should see this."
Nicora is about to complain, then ends up gasping at the massage. "See what?" she wonders, since she cannot see herself!
Hortense gives Nicora's nose a final lick, and then vanishes behind the stock. A moment later, the Eeee feels probing fingers slide into her chest.. or rather, into one of the well hidden 'pockets' between her breasts and chest. "Oh ho! This is new!" Hortense crows, and soon Nicora's left breast is being massaged from within and without.
Nicora makes the most unusual face, with one eye wider than the other at that suddenly strange sensation. "I forgot about those!" she thinks and starts twitching about, positively squirming. "Those aren't important!" she blurts.
"But are they sensitive?" Hortense asks. Sure enough, the next sensation is of bunny tongues exploring the pouches (not to mention the one that is most certainly the buck's exploring further down).
"A little!" Nicora squeals, as she's most definitely explored, and rather intimately.
Almost lost in the attentions of the Lapi is a damp sensation. Alcohol! Mordecai must be washing her belly in preparation. And she can tell he's about to start tattooing, because he's not 'in position', which means he's inside of Nicora. This does, however, free up the buck, who comes around and nuzzles the Eeee's cheeks.
"My stomach? Why my stomach?" Nicora thinks when the cold of the alcohol hits, and hits hard. Of course once Mordecai puts himself in position, she can feel it from the studding, and the meshing of her own. "H...hi?" she whimpers to the buck who just came and licked her. "You do not find me ugly?"
"What is ugly?" the rabbit asks. The first needles are brought to bear.. on (and slightly inside) Nicora's navel! Mordecai begins to move his hips in rhythm with the soft hammer taps on the needles.
"Oookay, that feels really strange!" Nicora has to admit to herself to have needles inside her navel of all places! "Most people consider Yodhgorphat to be hideous and not worth touching," she admits to the lapi, just before she has to gasps and squirm. Spending two weeks with constant squirm in her body has made her apparently appreciate it all the more from Mordecai!
"I don't know Yodhgorphat," the Lapi notes, and starts to clean Nicora's ears with his tongue. Hortense is still fascinated by the Eeee's cleavage-coin-purses, giggling every so often. Mordecai is using the small tattooing tools, Nicora can tell - which means fine details, verses swaths of color.
"Okay, that feels nice," Nicora has to admit when her ears are groomed. Of course she could also mean Mordecai. She would never admit that to Hortense, though, since she would like it too much. It's hard to focus, but she's trying to guess just how bit this tattoo is going to be.
The problem is that Mordecai seems to.. jump around. He'll work around the navel and then suddenly move over or up or down. He's certainly taking his time, of course, and pauses the tattooing to focus on lovemaking every once in a while. Nicora can't be certain, but suspects her tail is being treated to someplace warm and moist. The constant muttering of the bunnies (and purring of Hortense) are nearly hypnotic as well.
At some point Nicora has let her eyes close some and she just ... enjoys. Yes, her stomach burns from the needle, but the work elsewhere, and her tail being treated so kindly makes her just gasp and murmur as well. "You would think I would be used to this by now," she thinks.
It isn't clear how much time passes. Her belly is burning, moreso in some places than others. Nicora is certain that Hortense is mating with the buck just behind her head as well, and more recently a warm bunny-neck pressed to her lips, in case she was feeling peckish.
Nicora's jaws open and she bites down on the offered neck, because ... what vampire passes up an opportunity to drink? "/How long have I been here? What have they been doing?" she has to wonder. Most of her feels /good/, but the burning stomach isn't all that great. Even when she was full of horrib larvae it never actually /hurt/ much; except for the birthing anyway.
There's another alcohol bath, which nearly causes Nicora to bite through the doe's neck from the shock. There isn't any more needle work after that, just Mordecai's more vigorous mating.
"Ow!" Nicora thinks and has to strain to not bite any harder than she already is. Mordecai's actions soon after causes her to relax again. "Why does he have to be so good? It's why I let him do this," the bat thinks, trying to convince herself it's all his fault!
Eventually, even Mordecai needs to finish - which is just about when the sting of the alcohol has faded and Nicora's stomach is a dull, persistent ache. His head pokes over the top of the stock, and he says, "I'll have to bite you once this thing is removed."
"I am so lucky I am not fertile, or I would actually be pregnant often," Nicora admits in thought. "Once it is removed?" she asks of the Eeee, "Is there more and it has to stay longer?" she ends up asking him once she's coming down from the rush of release.
"Oh, it's up to Hortense when the stock is removed," Mordecai explains. Hortense rests her chin on Nicora's forehead then, and purrs. "Did you want to be released?"
"Of course," Nicora says to the khatta. "This is a weird position."
"And I want to know what my stomach looks like. I couldn't tell what my lover was doing," Nicora adds.
"Well, you're asking for two different things now," the feline purrs. "What will you do for each one?"
"What do I need to do?" Nicora asks, then smirks. "I could, I suppose, let you enjoy an Eeee tongue for a bit, if you want..."
"Mordecai's?" Hortense coos as she winks down at Nicora. "So generous!"
"Mine!" Nicora growls. "Not his!"
"Oooooo, possessive aren't you?" Hortense teases. "How about.. I get to do something to you during the next tattooing session. Anything I want, and you can't complain or resist?"
"What did you have in mind?" Nicora asks, bare brow arching slightly.
"You'll find out once I have decided," Hortense claims. "If I think you need to know. That does spoil the surprise doesn't it?"
"And if I refuse?" Nicora asks nesk.
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"Well, I guess someone will be along to let you out," Hortense notes. "I could just remove the stock, and let Mordecai and the rest have their way with you.."
"Fine, okay, I agree to allow you to do whatever you want to me next time and I won't complain," Nicora relents and sighs. "You're impossible; probably why I like you," she adds and smirks.
"Very well," Hortense says, and gestures to her minions. The stock is raised up and removed, so that Nicora's neck is free to move. There's also something being balanced across her hips - it feels like a picture frame.
"Okay, that's new, and very weird. Why is ..." Nicora starts to say, then decides to just lift her head up and try to get a look at herself as best as the furred straps will allow.
The thing across her hips is a mirror, angled so she can see her belly. It's not a great mirror, full of distortions. What it reflects is.. a bloody mess! There are ragged, gaping holes in Nicora's stomach, with glimpses of blood-soaked, glossy worms coiling about. The heads protrude from some of the gaps, including one right in the center, giving a very disturbing view down the circular jaw and rows of inward pointing teeth that line the Horrib larva's gullet.
Nicora's eyes go wide! "It's hideous!" she blurts out as she stares at the scene of horror being reflected to her eyes. Yes, she knows this could have been her fate had she not birthed the worms, but it's still a shock to actually see it. And yet part of her still knows that even with seeing what could happen, she would willingly host again; being a parent, even of those monsters, had parts that felt good.
The mirror-bearers can't keep it perfectly still, so the distortions in it make it seem like things are moving. But at least it's clear now what Mordecai was tattooing inside her navel: teeth.
"There is beauty in the hideous," Mordecai claims. "A dark poetry, the distillation of fleeting nightmare - just as artistic as that of a dream, wouldn't you say?"
"I suppose my tales of being a horrib host inspired you?" Nicora asks of Mordecai. She smirks, then adds, teasing, "Did you like me all swollen with.... worms?"
"I like you however you are," the albino notes, and then shoos away the mirror holders. This is done so that he can remount Nicora, and lie across her. It's odd, since her stomach still hurts - but having his skin against it lessens the sting.
"And if I told you I would do it again, would you encourage me?" Nicora asks the Eeee as he rests upon her. She has to draw in her stomach now and then, just reflexive from the contact.
"Only if I got to see it all happen," Mordecai says, before biting into Nicora's neck while starting to mate with her again.
"You want to watch me be implanted?" Nicora gasps from the sudden bite (and other forms of penetration).
"Oh yes," Mordecai says, once his mouth is free. "Right here, in The Morgue, in front of everyone.."
"I don't think that is possible! You would require a horrib queen," Nicora gasps. "Okay, he's certifiably insane. Completely. Maybe I shouldn't see him anymore," she thinks at that.
"I'm sure you can bring one, can't you?" the albino asks, already becoming a bit rough. And Nicora is still pretty much immobilized.
"Probably not," Nicora admits, wincing. Being immobile makes it hurt a bit now, but she's rather used to it! And part of her probably likes it.
"Think about it at least," Mordecai urges. "It could become our mascot.." And then his breath is reserved for heavy breathing as he focuses on rutting. At last though, the bunnies begin to unbind Nicora one limb at a time.
"But for anyone else who would try it, they would die!" Nicora squeals through gritted teeth. As her limbs become free, she does wrap them around him, even if he is a complete lunatic.
"Uggh, they cannot be tamed?" Mordecai gasps, as he makes the final sprint.
"I don't know!" Nicora squeals as her overtaxed body betrays her and muscles all tense and ripple as the pleasures of Inala flow through her.
"I'm sure... something.. could.. be... mrrrrffd," Mordecai gasps, and then gasps some more. It doesn't seem like he'll be able to talk again soon.
Nor Nicora as she just whimpers, squeals, and hugs onto him! "Why can't I be normal?" is all she can manage to think. "Maybe I can be normal again some day."