Scourge arrived early, in order to push aside the stone blocking the shrine proper, and wedging it with a bit of skull to keep it from swinging back closed. This exposes the alcove that eventually leads deeper, once the entry door is able to swing back.
Returning outside to wait, Scourge eventually spots a light moving through the dark landscape. It's being carried by the familiar form of Soldano, and behind him is a hulking form: Temis, the Fnerf navigator. There's a large bundle strapped to the foxtaur's back. "This should be it," Soldano says, as he finds the entrance to the shrine and the distinctive fresco. "I'll take her from here. You need to return to the ship," he tells the crewman.
After lowering the srinala to the Eeee, Temis says, "This place is dangerous - I should stay and watch your back." Soldano gives the man a stern look, and says, "No, staying here is madness. I'll give you time to get clear, and I want to see you moving now."
Reluctantly, the Fnerf takes the lantern and weaves his way out through the maze of fallen stone. Only after the last glimmer of light has gone does Soldano take the srinala into the shrine itself.
Scourge soon moves and slinks along, following the Eeee into the alcove. "Good, you made it. Did you have any problems finding your way?" Scourge hisses from the shadows behind the Eeee.
"Wah!" Soldano yelps. It's already crowded with just him and the srinala - there's no room for Scourge, but then moving the doorstop will open the next section of passage once the outer door swings shut again. "This.. isn't very big?" Soldano notes.
"Just wait, I have to activate the mechanism. Also, why are you so jumpy? I already told you I would not eat you," Scourge mutters as it moves to get into position to dislodge the skull blocking the door from closing.
"How can you expect me to not be jumpy?" Soldano asks. "Mechanism?" he appends, having to take a moment to remember Scourge mentioning that.
"I could lick you again if it would calm you down," Scourge offers, grins toothlessly, and dislidges the door block so that it closes. "Once the door closes, keep walking."
"Wha-" Soldano starts to ask, until the stone swings back shut and cuts him off. The only sound that comes through the stone is.. the sound of moving stone, as the other wall opens up within the alcove. Then there's silence, but Scourge can suss that Soldano has moved into the connecting passage now.
Scourge waits a couple minutes more, then activates the door so that he can slip through. It'll be interesting, considering he is quadrupedal and has to use tail and tongue for manipulation, but hey. Gotta sacrifice things sometimes.
The passage has limited headroom, but it isn't all that long. It opens into a circular chamber ringed by seven tall statues of the Sisters and a plethora of smaller alcoves and statues for the lesser deities and demigods. Light here comes from glowing orbs full of green liquid on the walls. The dusty, shriveled remains of old offerings litter the floor before the statues.
"I thought the cavern under the tower was creepy," Soldano notes. "But I clearly haven't been to enough creepy places. This is creepy." He gestures to the assortment of gods. "They're all looking at me. With painted faces!"
"These are the old forms of our Goddesses. You find them creepier than the current forms? Clearly, I need to introduce them personally," Scourge teases as it slinks around Soldano, rubbing against him. "Is there any new information you need to tell me about your ... women?"
"I still don't know how.. well, what I mean is I pick one at random to bring," Soldano says, a bit alarmed at the rubbing. "I don't know how it.. she.. whatever.. knows that it's time to pop. I wonder if it has to do with the places they're brought to?"
"Or it has to do with the Barsunala being nearby," Scourge suggests and rolls its large shoulders in a shrug. It continues to circle and rub against Soldano. "Do you intend to leave it with me again?"
"Well.. isn't that the point?" Soldano asks. "Where is the Barsunala?" he asks next, eyeing some of the smaller statues suspiciously.. one of them must belong to the Barsunala after all.
"He's around. He's good at hiding in the shadows," Scourge says to Soldano. "He can hear you if you need to tell him anything."
"Can you or he tell me how far I need to be from here?" Soldano asks. "It's pretty crazy out there, architecturally speaking."
"At least a hundred feet, but more is better. He does not wish you harmed. Nor do I. I like you," Scourge says and grins.
"You do?" Soldano asks. "But you.. ah.. what do you like about me, exactly?" the Eeee asks, looking like he expects the answer to be 'your flavor' or similar.
"You're handsome," Scourge remarks, "And I know I am hideous." The creature then shrugs and adds, "Also, you taste good."
Soldano cringes predictably at the latter compliment. "So.. should I go now and.. wait for you?" he asks.
Scourge licks Soldano's leg. "Do you wish to speak with me, or the Barsunala when he decides to make his presence known? I serve a different Goddess, so it is difficult for me to be in his presence." it claims.
"Well.. I need to know how it turned out and.. uh.. where to take the next one to," the Eeee explains.
"So, him or me?" Scourge asks again.
"Him," Soldano says quickly. "Not that you aren't fine and all, it's just that he doesn't.. lick me.. as much.."
"He has licked you?" Scourge asks, brow ridge arching.
"Not yet," Soldano notes. "But you use your tongue for a lot.. so I can't really tell if you're licking me or feeling me up.."
"I can. I'm doing both," Scourge says and smirks. "Do you want him to lick you? I could suggest such to him in passing."
"Oh no.. no need to suggest anything!" Soldano pleads, holding his hands up and smiling desperately. "I'm contaminated and all, remember?"
"And he is a demi-god," Scourge counters. "Are you sure I should not suggest it?"
"No, really, don't bother yourself," Soldano claims. "I mean, I'm sure if it's important he'll think of it himself, right?"
"You should relax more. You seem to think I am serious," Scourge snorts. "Go. We shall deal with the abomination, then he will find you."
"I'll.. go then," Soldano says, pointing back up the passage with both hands. He moves a bit too quickly and scrapes the tips of his ears and wings on the low ceiling, then hunkers over and goes the rest of the way. Soon there's a sound of stone moving.
The srinala sits impassively in the center of the room.
"He has a cute butt," Scourge remarks to the srinala, then circles it for a bit. After last time, he's more prepared for when it decides to pop, fortunately. "Now you, who were you once, I wonder? And how did this fate befall you? I hope it qas at least enjoyable for the time you were still you, mm?"
The mindless girl stares blankly ahead, but then begins to follow Scourge's circling - even though she can't possibly see.
"Can you see? I wonder? Not that being blind is crippling to an Eeee," Scourge notes. It would take a breath if it could, but it breathes through its skin. So ... Scourge heads closer to the woman.
The srinala's mouth quivers, then moves, as if she's trying to whisper something.
Scourge leans in a bit as if trying to listen ... but it eyes the Srinala warily.
There's a hiss of escaping breath, and then ever so faintly the girl whispers, "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons even Death may die." The girl then contorts backwards, her spine cracking as her head meets her feet and her stomach begins to swell up like a balloon.
Scourge growls and steps back one pace. Its own maw opens and its long tongue extends, then splits apart like a monster all of its own! It flicks forward and wraps around the swelling stomach, and when the flesh ruptures, it can rip the anchor out!
Except this time, the flesh doesn't rupture.. exactly. It bursts in chunks, as ropy black strands shoot out and attach themselves to the statues. There is a sudden groaning of stressed stone filling the room, exerting pressure even.
"It plans to destroy the room! Scourge realizes in almost horror. Feeling the urge to hurry, it tries to burrow its own tongue into the mass to find the core. It must rip it out!
The skin is thin and brittle now, and the tongue punches through easily. The core is there; a possessed, stillborn fetus. The statues are starting to move now, stepping down from their alcoves. Even the smaller ones of minor deities. "We can see you," they chant, although it's nearly drowned by the teki-teki-teki chatter coming from the srinala's body.
"It can take over the statues?!" Scourge thinks. This is new, and this is a bit ... terrifying. Still, it cannot let this distract it. Its tongue feels, then wraps, about the stillborn anchor. Once it thinks it has a good grip, Scourge pulls!
The creature screams, and the statues echo it. Some break, their legs cracking on the next step, hands falling off as they reach for Scourge. One manages to grab the edge of a wing, but by then the core is firmly in the creature's grasp, pulsing purple madness that seems to light up the room. Once it's free of the womb, it begins to decay.
Growling, Scourge snaps its head back to rip it free and throw it across the room! "Die you disgusting creature!" it thinks in anger. Befouling this shrine actually angers Scourge. It had fond memories of it.
The thrown child-thing splatters when it hits the wall. The statues do not stop immediately, but they do lack direction. Some fall over, or scream for a moment before freezing in place - and a few of the smaller ones explode into clouds of grit and gravel.
Scourge turns its head, and it is still snarling toothlessly. "You want to play games with me, do you General? Think you can break my resolve through such tricks?" it hisses, "Think again." The General just defiled a happy memory, so the gloves are off now.
One stone hand still clings to Scourge's wing, and it seems to have broken off from the statue of Diphath herself, the goddess's face contorted to bare her fangs.
Scourge shakes is wing, trying to dislodge the hand. As for the statue ... Scourge's thick tail snaps around and tries to destroy the statue of Diphath.
The statue is riddled with cracks from the forced animation, and collapses into a heap at the blow, while the hand goes flying off to vanish behind other debris.
And suspect of things that have happened in stories now, Scourge goes to nose through the rubble of that statue ... in case anything was hidden within it.
Oddly enough, Scourge's nose does bump into something distinctly not-stone. It clinks like glass, in fact. A bit of digging reveals a sealed glass tube of.. well, it was probably blood originally. Since being put in the statue, it's separated into water and a layer of goo.
Scourge collects that with its tongue, then sets it aside for examination later. Since the mess is irreparable, it snuffles through the other remains, just in case.
The other statues didn't suffer as much damage as Diphath (or the exploded ones). While none of them are suitable for remounting, at least their expressions haven't changed. With some work, they could be reduced to passable busts at least.
Satisfied nothing else is left ... Scourge closes its eyes and concentrates so that it can shift back into Alptraum; conveniently draped in shadow robes. "May as well go find Soldano. The burned out Coven is the next place," it thinks.
Soldano is outside, his back against a fallen archway between him and the shrine entrance, hugging his knees.
Before Alptraum approaches him, he checks under his shadow cloak, just to make sure Inala didn't decide even his male forms ought to have female breasts. She did comment about being .. milked.
It doesn't look like the bat is suddenly sporting extra cleavage.. but probably best not to let Soldano suck on anything to be safe.
"Shekel for your thoughts?" Alptraum asks as he now approaches Soldano, then crouches down beside him. "It is gone, as is Scourge."
"What?" Soldano asks, surprised. "They killed one another?"
"No, no. Scourge dispatched the abomination. How are you feeling?" Alptraum asks as he tries to look into Soldano's eyes for any sighs of ... problems.
"Are you sure it's gone?" Soldano asks. "I.. didn't feel sick this time. Not like before. Was I too far away, or was this one different?"
"This one was different. It spoke, then it made the statues speak," Alptraum admits. "What did you feel? Anything at all? Do you feel the creature inside you at all?"
"I don't feel any different than when I arrived," Soldano says, sounding worried. "Does that mean it can hide itself?"
"I feel like I'm talking to a pregnant girl," Alptraum then has to admit, smirking. "And yes, it can hide itself from my understanding of it. It is good you can't feel it, that should mean it can't be doing anything serious yet."
"You had to bring up pregnant girls.." Soldano says and shudders. "Is it sucking my juices in some body cavity then?"
"I don't know if it sucks juices or not. Have you felt anything from it since it was put in you? Any odd dreams?" Alptraum asks.
Soldano seems to think for a moment.. and then a few more moments. "I can't remember any of my dreams since returning from the Mists," he admits, then looks away and says, "There's.. been some cravings though."
"Cravings? What sort of cravings?" Alptraum inquires, right brow arching slightly.
"I'm not a vampire," Soldano says first. "Not entirely. Maybe just.. a quarter or an eighth. I enjoy biting but.." here he pauses. "I've been wanting to drink blood. Every time one of the servant girls passes by, I have a sudden urge to grab her and.." He even has his hands out in front of him, fingers curled into talons as if reaching for something.
"Well, I am a vampire. It isn't thrilling to do that, it's necessity. Do you want to try it? I can offer you some of my blood to see if it calms the craving," Alptraum offers, "Though it might be a little risky to me."
And thinking of something, Alptraum checks to see if Soldano feels any cooler by using his right wrist against the other Eeee's forehead.
Soldano blinks and backs away. "Ah, no.. no thank you," he says. "I don't want to try it. I never had that craving before and giving in is probably very bad. What if.." He pauses again to gather his words, thinking them out carefully. "What if it wants me to, to corrupt me somehow? Because if I'm corrupted, I'll be easier to take over. Or tastier or something."
For the brief touch, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Soldano was the normal temperature for an Eeee.
"That is a distinct possibility. I just figured if you had to give in, with me is safer than with anyone else," Alptraum notes. "And you feel fine. Not getting colder, so you aren't turning into an undead."
The Eeee's eyes go startlingly wide. "Undead?" he squeaks. "Is.. is that even a real possibility?"
"Yes, unfortunately. Sorry, I have to be honest," Alptraum says and smiles weakly. "Again, I do intend to save you, somehow. Even if I have to lick you. Scourge mentioned something about licking..."
"That creature is obsessed with licking," Soldano claims. "I've been trying to avoid contact with people, but.. I know that just touching doesn't cause a problem. I'm pretty sure it'd need to involve holes."
"All it can do is lick. Gorphat took away its hands and gender," Alptraum points out, "Imagine how hard it would be for you without hands, eh?" He shakes his head, "I still suspect I must save you by transferring the infection to someone else. Probably me. I have ideas of how to do it safely, but I need to work on it a bit."
"What would happen after that?" Soldano asks. "If the General doesn't expect me to survive and I do, will she.. fix that problem?"
"Doubtful. I hate to say it, but I don't think she considers you all that important. Her target is me," Alptraum points out and sighs. "You're a pawn."
"I think I'll plan on leaving anyway," Soldano says. "And on the off-chance that you can't cure me in time, you'll still be able to kill me right?"
"Tulani will be upset if you leave," Alptraum points out and sighs, "And I would rather keep you around as an anny, truth be told. But, unlike her I would not force you. As for the question on if I can kill you; yes, I could. But I do not wish to. Not a very good Son of Death, am I?"
"I didn't think your duty actually involved killing people," Soldano says. "Just.. guiding souls from one world to the next, sort of. Comforting, you know?"
"I can kill; just not something I like to do. There would be a lot less murderers in the world if each one had to then talk to their victim afterward," Alptraum points out and stands. "Want me to guide you out of here? And oh, the next place is a burned out building in the slums. A coven was there. It is near an old fountain."
"As long as it's isolated," Soldano says, and nods to the offer of being led out. "I really don't like carting those things through the Streets Below as it is, but having to find ways to avoid any populous areas makes it far more difficult."
"It is isolated. It's also hard to find points around the city, which was necessary to make it look like you were fulfilling her plans," Alptraum points out as they head back towards the surface and away from this forgotten place. "After the next one we can use an old shrine to Gorphat; no one goes near those."
"Won't she be upset?" Soldano asks. "That Scourge creature of hers would certainly let her know about it!"
"She wants these destroyed too. It will be permitted," Alptraum claims. "Besides, if she got mad at anyone, it would be me. Also, hopefully after the next ... birthing, I will be able to test my theory on how to cure you. Be ready for that."
"How should I prepare?" Soldano asks nervously.
"Learn to calm dow," Alptraum clarifies.
"It may actually involve help from a Yodhgorphat, so be prepared for that, too," Alptraum adds.
"I've never met a Yodhgorphat," Soldano notes. "I didn't know there were any anymore."
"There are a few here and there. They're not very popular," Alptraum notes, "For reasons you know; either from being hideous, or, well, just who they serve."
"If you need to see one, you are either desperate or doomed.. or both," Soldano quotes. "At least you know what will happen when you go to the Yodhsunala.."
"I happen to know a Yodhgorphat who is kind. She was my best friend," Alptraum points out. "That shrine we were just at? It was sort of our first date."
"Well.. but you're the Barsunala!" Soldano points out. "I mean.. it's not like you'd go on a date with a mere mortal. At least with a Yodh you'd have things in common to talk about.."
"Just because I'm the Barsunala doesn't mean I don't prefer to be with 'ordinary' people. I make it a duty of mine to help those in positions like that feel normal, too," Alptraum says and shrugs. "Anyway, just ... be prepared for examination and tests next time. Hopefully they will show positive results."
"I.. will I need to bring lube or anything?" Soldano asks, once they're clear of the labyrinth.
"... Probably," Alptraum admits. "Yodhgorphat like to probe."
Soldano winces, and then takes a deep breath. "Well, can't be any weirder than the rat," he mutters. At a normal volume, he says, "I should be able to find my way from here. I need to meet up with my navigator.."
Alptraum pats Soldano's shoulder. "You will be fine," he tells the other Eeee. "I will do everything I can for you."
"And if not, just be sure to stop the General," Soldano says, and then flies off into the darkness.
"That goes without saying," Alptraum mutters to himself. His own wings spread and he too takes off into the darkness.
Alptraum did not get very far before being intercepted - by a horrib. The bug buzzed around until it was clear it wanted the Eeee to follow, and led him back to here, Gorphat's temple. Where else would it lead him?
"Hello?" Alptraum says to the horrib, then follows after it. He isn't sure why it called him, but Gorphat must need something, or ... someone? Being summoned is not eactly a good feeling, though, so the Eeee enters the main part of the temple nervously. He suspects soon he will be a very bald she ... and expected to worship Her.
Something hugs Alptraum from behind.. and from the smell alone he knows it is Gorphat. "Oh, oh dear Alptraum, you must help me," the Goddess of Affliction claims.
Alptraum twitches and goes still. "How may I be of service you, Goddess?" he asks in a weak voice.
"I need you to make me a new statue for that shrine," Gorphat says. "Mine will be the only one intact, showing my importance." Never mind that the shrine had likely only seen Phlagaea as a worshiper in centuries.
"Oh," Alptraum says, sounding relieved. "I think I could manage that somehow," he agrees. "Is there anything more you wish of me?"
"You've been with my Sister," Gorphat says, almost accusingly. "What happened?"
"Inala? Yes. She ... wished to spend time with me. She accused me of neglecting Her," Alptraum admits, ears wilting, "So she brought me to Her realm ... and there was a bit of an orgy."
"A bit of an orgy?" Gorphat asks. "Which bit? I was certainly not invited. Again."
"Just about every form I have was used, Male, female. She had me give birth. She had me lay eggs. It was ... strange," Alptraum explains a bit sheepishly. "She was also ... not pleased with the blessing you put on Yodhgorphat Nicora; claiming making people perpetually in need of sex to be Her domain."
"Hmph!" Gorphat snorts. "It is an affliction, and thus well within my purview. What did she do? She always does something when she things I am dancing on her toes."
Alptraum rubs his neck. "Well ... she decided to bless Nicora ... me ... too. Inala sayd all my female forms will, be, uh, well, producing milk all the time now. That I will be ... milkable and people can nurse on me," he explains weakly. "She thankfully didn't make all my male forms have breasts too."
"And being suckled brings you pleasure, doesn't it?" Gorphat asks, ominously coy sounding.
"Well, yes? It does feel good I have to admit," Alptraum admits.
Gorphat's hands begin to roam across Alptraum's chest now, as the goddess says, "Well... I can do Inala one or six better then. Oh yes.. yes I can.."
"Er, you really don't have to! I'm fine as I am now, really. Not that I don't appreciate every blessing you have given me, of course," Alptraum says quickly and holds up his hands.
"This will make things better," Gorphat claims sweetly. "And there's nothing Inala can complain about. It is a rare condition, but one that is not unknown. It is Inala's blessing which may bring discomfort.."
"Do you have to?" Alptraum asks weakly, ears folded back. "Who ... who of me would it affect?"
"Only those affected by Inala's blessing of course," Gorphat says. "It will, in fact, be triggered by that blessing."
"Do ... I need to change to one of those forms to receive this ... blessing?" Alptraum asks and bites his lower lip.
"You can if you wish," Gorphat says. "Or we could enjoy each other in these forms first.." she offers stickily.
"I can make love to you, then Nicora can make love to Hosheb," Alptraum offers, grinning. He even leans in and kisses her very nasty-looking lips.
"You can both make love to me first," Gorphat says, leaving little strands of spit as she pulls back and smiles, showing her colorful teeth and gums.
"That is fine too," Alptraum agrees as he actually pushes Gorphat slowly back to Her own altar. While the bat nibbles here and there on Gorphat (and breathes through his nose), he starts slowly undoing her sticky bandages.
The danger of undoing Gorphat's bandages is that sometimes things come off with them, like clumps of fur, scabs and one time a nipple. And then there are the things the bandages are covering (and being stained by), which contribute to the overall damp squishiness of the goddess. Her giggling is a bit gurgly too. "So eager!" she coos.
Alptraum really, really tries not to think too much about it as she is unbandaged (though it is amazingly disgusting). And he continues on, kissing her as bandages are removed and set aside, even the bald spots and sores. It isn't like Nicora looks much better if it comes down to it. Soon Gorphat is naked and Alptraum is ... exploring her more feminine aspects with hands and mouth. "She'll forget about the curse. She'll forget," he thinks while he is nursing on Her.
That is when the odd thing happens: Inala's blessing kicks in, causing Gorphat to give milk! It is.. well, sour of course, and probably best not to look at. Gorphat elicits some surprise herself! "Inala would make this affect me!" she complains.
And not to further offend Gorphat, Alptraum continues nursing for a bit, even if it is sour! "Something els,e something else!" he thinks in a panic ... and then his body joins with hers. The Eeee just put part of himself into her ... very infected form. He's either crazy, or scared to disappoint her.
This does seem to distract Gorphat for a bit - after all, how many (willing) lovers has she ever had? The sounds she makes are a bit guttural and sloppy, of course, but she's certainly responsive. And very well lubricated, so long as one doesn't dwell on why that is.
And even as disgusting as it is, Alptraum is a very attentive lover. He makes absolutely sure she is enjoying herself by following her auditory clues. He even nurses on her again now and then while making love to her! It also isn't lost on him how lubricated she feels is likely how lubricated Nicora feels now to others since the curse. Still, he tries not to dwell on that; instead he paces himself that it isn't until She cries out that he speeds up to join her in the explosive.... finish.
Before Alptraum has time to enjoy the afterglow, he finds himself on his back atop the altar.. and already changing into Nicora!
And since he's awake and aware, he can feel his fur falling out ... and parts drawing back into myself. He cries out, and the voice is very ... female. The body thins in some areas, and swells in others; and soon she can feel the mossy stone against her tattooed back. "Mother?" she says, sounding very scared now.
Into himself.
What responds is.. a bit slurred. Gorphat has changed, perhaps inspired by the description of Alptraum's time with Inala. In place of the oozing green goddess is.. an oozing green Bargorphat. It's tongue flops out of one side of its misshapen jaw to lick Nicora's cheek.
Nicora almost giggles. "I remember you," she says when she is licked. She actually takes his jaw and manages to kiss him if somewhat clumsily. She can also feel things tingle, and, well, well, as Gorphat's arousal curse kicks in, making her quite slimy and ready.
The Bargorphat doesn't respond immediately to Nicora's condition. He nuzzles down to her breasts and tries to suckle, which of course causes Inala's blessing to activate. Which, in turn, activates Gorphat's new blessing. Nicora feels something happening to her chest and abdomen..
Nicora's head arches back and she gasps. It does feel good being nursed on after all. The bald Eeee shivers, probably enjoying it for as long as she can. Maybe she's too afraid to look down and see what happened; for now ass she can manage is to feel it.
As the nursing continues.. there's an ache building lower on her chest and stomach. An echo of the sensation in her breasts.
"What did you do to me?" Nicora whimpers while the nursing continues. She's even stroking the back of his neck. It isn't for another minute that she has enough courage to lift her head and try to look at herself.
What Nicora sees are a second, smaller set of breasts below her normal ones.. and four 'bumps' on her abdomen that look like bare teats. And all of them are aching a bit and weeping milk.
"You've turned me into a mutant!" Nicora cries out. One of her hands does to her lower abdomen and feels over the bumps, perhaps testing their sensitivity ... then up to the smaller ones. "Will these go away once you finish?" she asks.
"Once they have been fully milked," the Bargorphat promises. "They are linked to Inala's blessing." He then stops nursing and begins rutting, which while it relieves one form of pressure allows the other to build up, causing all of Nicora's breasts to ache a bit now.
"But Inala said I would always produce milk! Doesn't that mean they will never disappear?" Nicora gasps as she winces a bit. It feels a bit like parts of herself are stretched/swollen and wanting to be drained. /That/ is a strange sensation, to be sure. Soon, though, her hips are moving with the rut, feeling well, /starting/ to feel some satisfaction.
"You will produce milk when you are suckled," the Bargorphat says. "Until they are all suckled dry, however, they will all remain."
"How can they all be sucked dry?" Nicora whimpers, "That is a lot!" She says this while her hips continue to roll, the feeling of being, well, full there easing the tension that normally radiates from it.
The Bargorphat keeps going and going - given his 'condition' he can never be satisfied, after all. He does suckle occasionally, but only, it might seem, to keep Nicora 'charged up'. Her belly is wet from leaking milk now, and the new teats are very sensitive to being rubbed against by the Bargorphat's hanging, distended stomach.
"I need your release within me," Nicora pleads with the Bargorphat. And how does she plead, and beg for him to fill her, and suckle her. She once again claims to belong to Gorphat, and to love and cherishes her, even her challenges. And to even with every blessing, she feels more beautiful; a testament to Gorphat.
Finally, with a horrific gurgling sound, the Bargorphat releases and collapses heavily atop Nicora. It then begins snoring.
Nicora cries out and thanks the Bargorphat when the release comes, over and over, even when her insides ache from the tingling, lesser-effects of the curse of pain that comes; but being with a blessed of Gorphat means it does not trigger in its entirety. And there she lays when him on top, snoring, while she pets his back for a bit.
Her chest and belly still ache though. When Hosheb appears, it seems that he might not be a suitable solution either, giving his hybrid Eeee-Horrib multi-part jaw and lack of lips.
"I need you too, lover," Nicora coos to the horrible horrib monster. "To drain me on top, and fill me on bottom," she continues and gestures to him. She rubs her hands over her chest and stomach, feeling four small nubs, then the smaller, then larger mammary glands. Her hands end up resting on her lower stomach and she even adds to that an enticing comment of, "I need you to keep me prepared and fertile to host more of your children, after all..."
As before, Hosheb is very eager - and it isn't the milk, it's the tattoos that arouse him. While he does squeeze and pinch and bite, he doesn't actually nurse. He may not be able to with his odd mouth, at least not without causing a bit of trauma. He's quite good at ameliorating the other need however.
At one point Nicora even asks Hosheb to feed her, strange as the request is. Or fill her with that feeding tube. Yes, she knows it hurts, but Nicora ... sometimes she seems like she wants to hurt, at least a little. Why else would she be a Yodhgorphat? Even the discomfort of the pressure in her aching chest seems to make her squirm.
And so Hosheb does as requested, because he's in no position or condition to not give Nicora whatever she asks for. This ultimately results in an over-full belly along with the other aches, but at least the Eeee's loins seem satisfied for the time being.
"Thank you, lover," Nicora coos as Hosheb finishes and leaves her feeling ... satisfied for now. She sits up on the altar, then rubs at her aching chest ... and stomach. "I look like a freak," she laments to the room. "Eight. I have eight."
They aren't going away on their own either it seems. Nicora feels heavy even. Do they look bigger as well?
"What do I do with these? Is there a way to milk them?" Nicora complains. The Eeee then blinks and remembers ... the worm pool. Would those slimy worms nurse? They should be more than enough.
Only one way to find out! The worm pool is.. wormy, as expected. And slimy. But there are plenty of worms to try her theory with..
Nicora eyes that pool and looks ill. She can't believe she is willing to even try this. Or consider it! She must be crazy. By now that has to be certain. Her face scrunches up, she looks ill, then sits at the pool edge and slides her legs /into the slime pool. She holds there, waiting to see if anything bites her and if she will need to pull her legs out.
The worms have no teeth, apparently.. at least, they don't bite when they use their suction-cup mouths to attach to Nicora's legs, attempting to give her slimy little hickeys.
"Ewwww," goes Nicora and she slides the rest of her body into the pool of goo, and floats with just her head sticking out. Once submersed and looking disgusted, she tries to guide a work to each of her eight teats to see if they will help relieve the pressure.
a worm...
The worms attach themselves.. and do suckle. It does lead to them bursting and spilling milk into the pool, but there's always another one ready to die in a similar manner. The ache goes away.. but the extra breasts and teats remain, even after going dry.
Nicora remains submerged in the goo, encouraging worms to nurse and try to get the extra teats to go away. "Mother, you said they would disappear once I was dry," she thinks.
"Only for your other forms," Gorphat seems to whisper into Nicora's ear. "Not this one. This one belongs to me, and I like the new look."
"But ... eight?" Nicora thinks. "I'm looking like I'm deformed."
"It is a rare condition, but others have borne it," Gorphat claims. "You are Yodhgorphat. You are strong. You will bear my blessings with pride."
"Can I have jewelry inserted in them?" Nicora thinks.
"If it pleases you," Gorphat allows.
"You will never take a blessing from me, will you?" Nicora asks as she floats in the goo. One of her hands lightly touches the still very swollen flesh down below; that which makes her vulva start out quite a bit against her stark body.
"They make you stronger, and why would I want you to be weaker?" the goddess replies.
At least the slime is a bit soothing on the tender areas..
"Then it means I have to find creative ways to ease them," Nicora thinks, then bites her lower lip. Apparently the Eeee has completely lost it, because soon she is ... spreading herself and trying to encourage some of the worms to ... explore, not unlike her own time as the garter with Inala.
The worms seek out heat and moisture on their own.. and some latch on with their suckers to other sensitive spots. It's definitely novel - and easier to enjoy when not thinking too closely on what is happening.
Nicora leans her head back and actually sighs. "This actually feels ... good" she thinks as she continues her encouragement, making it easy for the worms to explore, and actually enter her body to a degree. Once there is enough squirming mass there, she stops encouraging it. Now she just leans back against the poolside and ... enjoys. "If I'm going to be slimy there all the time, I may as well be very slimy, and ... soothed," she decides. Slowly but surely, Gorphat is crafting quite the Yodhgorphat out of this Eeee. Eventually, she may be so ... different looking only Gorphat and those who are a bit unhinged could love.