Nicora finds herself in the familiar crystal-lit cavern again, but this time someone is already waiting for her! The harem buck is laid out on a small platform, his wrists and ankles secured by leather straps. He also has a blindfold as his only bit of apparel. And Nicora's recent blessing is already starting to make her aroused, as well.
Nicora's brow arches. Well, this is new. Usually it is she who has to be terrified. So, the bat saunters up and runs her fingers along the prone buck. "Well, look at this, a nice meal, all for me," she remarks a bit darkly.
"Ah! Please be gen- .. I mean, please do whatever you wish, Mistress," the buck says. At least he wasn't gagged! "The others are making preparations still."
"Now, why should I be gentle at all?" Nicora asks. She dips down and actually nips the buck in a very sensitive place! Not enough to draw blood, but it is noticeable.
"Squeak!" goes the buck, but since he's part of Hortense's Harem - well, pain often elicits a particular counter-intuitive response.
"Ooo, that was an interesting reaction," Nicora teases ... and so she continues to bite and nip the buck, but eventually inter-mixes it with licking and suckling. For quite a few minutes, in fact.
The bound Lapi can't move, but he can squirm and moan. His ears semaphore his emotional state, certainly.. even if only another Lapi would be able to interpret them.
Nicora seems content to just torment with her mouth for quite a while. It is only when her own curse gets the better of her that she slides up and lies on him. There is a shift as she gets comfortable, and that leaves the pair joined. "Such a good boy," she coos at the buck, then begins to move to sooth her own .... 'heat'.
He can't do much, but he tries! The buck tests the limits of his mobility, at least with his hips. It's almost cute how he tries, despite being completely at the Eeee's mercy.
Nicora is slow and deliberate, as the longer the joining, the longer she feels relief. But even she has limits of patience ... and soon enough her movements quicken as things build. "You better be a good boy and give me your gift soon," she whispers in his ear.
"Nnnnggh," the buck responds. "H-how many times, Mistress?" he asks.
"As many as you can," Nicora claims, then lifts his head and guides him so that he can ... nurse. Perhaps she forgot her recent curse, or maybe she is testing to see if it is active here.
While the rabbit suckles, Nicora starts lactating. Of course, the bunny is giving her his own fluids in return! The problem is that he only has one mouth.
There's also a rattling sound coming towards the cavern entrance. It's probably Mordecai and Hortense!
Nicora continues like this, moving the buck around to deal with feeling of pressure, then finds her own release soon enough! Once her own feelings of need start to subside, she slides off the buck, then tickles his chin. "Good boy. I should keep you."
"I'm happy to serve, Mistress," the Lapi notes. The others arrive then: Mordecai in his robe and carrying a box of tattooing equipment and supplies, followed by Hortense and her Harem, who are moving some large blanket-covered thing on rattling wheels.
"Ah, you must be expecting someone else," Nicora says as she tries to cover up her Gorphat-induced mutation. "I'll just be going..." Whenever they bring big things it is never good ... for her.
"Hold," Mordecai commands. "We are following the Muse. Come to me, Nicora."
Nicora twitches. She eyes Mordecai for a moment, then walks over to him. "You are following Gorphat, you mean," she says.
"There are many Muses," Mordecai says, and pulls Nicora's arms away to see what she was hiding. "A new blessing!" he says, and squeezes a sub-breast to see the milk flow. "This explains much," he notes, and drops his robe to the stone.
Nicora goes up onto her toes and grits her teeth. "Yes, she's slowly making me hideous," the Eeee grumbles at Mordecai.
Mordecai pulls Nicora down onto the robe, and counters her suggestion by making vigorous love to her and biting her neck. This at least distracts from whatever Hortense and her crew are up to.
Nicora cries out in pain! Well, for a bit. Soon her cries are quite of a different nature. The Eeee always enjoys rough, and maybe a bit of force. And ... well, Mordecai is quite good at both, as are his .... improvements. She's soon pushing back and quite an active participant.
While this goes on, the does move in on either side of the pair. Hortense comes over as well, waiting for Mordecai to finish drinking before pushing up away from Nicora's chest. The albino Eeee holds on to Nicora's hips and pulls them higher as he moves to a kneeling position. With her front now fully exposed, the does move in and begin to suckle on Nicora's sub-breasts and belly-teats. It's Hortense who claims the main pair.. with the rubber cups of her milking machine!
"I'm not some milk-sow," Nicora growls at Hortense and the does! Her tone sounds insulted, but it may also be she's ... humiliated by this condition. It is, after all, extremely embarrassing.
Still.. at least the does suckling feels nice. Hortense helpfully kneads and squeezes to get the main milk supply flowing. "Would you rather I do this manually?" the Khatta purrs to the Eeee.
Nicora glowers at Hortense for a few seconds. Finally, she says, "No ... mistress. Hook me up." The bat then closes her eyes so she at least doesn't have to see it being done.
Hortense, however, decides to try things herself anyway. So the right cup is removed and replaced by a very rough tongue. "I only need the left one cupped," Mordecai explains, before a flurry of activity that bring him to his release.
"The left one?" Nicora thinks after crying out. Rough tongue on sensitive, metal-pierced skin is quite alarming! "Why the left one?" Nicora manages to gasp out as her movements also increase, then a final cry when she finds her on release along with him! She is quite the living receptacle of the fountains of live these days.
A cushion is slipped under Nicora's lower back (actually it's just the legs of one of the does) to help prop her up so Mordecai can free his hands. "That is the one I am going to be working on, so it would not do to have milk running over it or someone's head in the way," he explains, and sets his kit down on the back of one of the suckling does.
"Just one?" Nicora asks, thinking she'll be ... lopsided! Her eyes finally open and she spots the cup. Her ears flush red. "This is embarrassing," she thinks. "I feel like some sort of ... animal," she adds.
"We are all animals, Nicora," Mordecai says, as he dips his needle into an ink pot. The buck arrives then (when did he get turned loose) and rubs down the Eeee's left breast with alcohol.. and then wraps his hands around it to squeeze it until its taut enough to work on.
Nicora makes a face. The pressure to make things taut is a bit uncomfortable to be sure. "What will it be this time? How ... ugly will it be?" she has to wonder, remembering the horrors on her stomach and the monster on her back.
The artist begins his work, moving his hips in and out in a familiar rhythm, like a metronome. It doesn't help (or maybe it does) that one of the Lapi doe's ears is laying across and rubbing another sensitive spot. The needlework begins, and it hurts - he's starting rather close to the cupped areola, and seems to be doing small circles.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," Nicora says in time to the needle falls, "That really hurts." It's probably worse because it is swollen and producing, which makes everything more tender. She tries to look upward, hoping not seeing it will mean it will hurt less.
The buck decides to help out by kissing Nicora. Very passionately. Hortense giggles and starts properly suckling, and the does.. seem to have started a game. One of them will tug, and then the next one does it.. and so on, until the tug has gone all the way around back to the original ... who then starts it up again.
Even with the kissing, which Nicora likes, the bat is glowing in thought. "They're having fun and playing with me," she thinks, "This is .... silly! Gorphat, why did you do this to me? I'm a freak." And yet the tugging even feels kind of ... good. Each tug makes her squeak.
glowering
It seems to add up, and provides a way to measure the passage of time.. even though the does and Mordecai occasionally change their pace. Hortense is off on her own, but occasionally can't help but prick Nicora with a claw or the tip of a fang. Mordecai keeps working, changing needles often. He finally moves to another part of the breast, more to the side.. but seems to be following the same design for the most part.
"Having fun?" Nicora finally asks of Hortense. She even pets the back of the feline's head. "Just a bunch of circles? That can't be too bad," she thinks. The change of needles, though, is curious. Maybe it is scale-patterning the skin?
"I can't wait to get you back here again," Hortense purrs, pausing in her suckling. "I will milk you dry.. over and over again!" The bucks confirms this, saying, "She does it to me all the time.."
"Sounds like a good reason to not return," Nicora remarks, possibly teasing the cat. "You'll just keep me naked, collared, and hooked up to this horrible machine."
"And you will always have someone making love to you as well," Hortense promises.
"Hortense will not have her way with you," Mordecai says. "If she were allowed to, we would all be in her clutches all the time."
"Not even sometimes?" Nicora actually asks of Mordecai. She sounds almost hurt by that!
"Not all the time," Mordecai says while changing needles. "Only when I do not need you."
"Oh, that is much better," Nicora remarks. She's thinking, though, "These people are crazy ... ow! Stupid needle."
It's another hour before Mordecai announces that he has finished. He then pulls the suction cup off and starts sucking on the sore breast himself, while becoming more focused on the lovemaking part of things.
And Nicora makes complainy noises for almost the entire our. Those needles hurt and leave the flesh all puffy and burning. The now nursing Mordecai makes it hurt too; she can feel the throbbing around the bar in her teat. But the lovemaking part, well, soon she makes happy noises again; Gorphat's curse only allows her some respite before things swell and ache again and she has that urge again to ... mate.
The force of it all scatters the does, who resort to rubbing and licking wherever they can reach. And once Mordecai finally tires, the buck takes over.. with a vengence! It's like experiencing a very localized earthquake: it may not just be Nicora's breast that's sore in the end.
And Nicora doesn't care at the moment. Maybe she's starting to like being in pain there; probably Gorphat's fault there. She enjoys Mordecai thoroughly, then the lapi thoroughly. Then she even insists one of them take her beneath her serpentine tail! It seems she's determined to try to exhaust Gorphat's curse!
The bat is spread and rolled and inverted and sandwiched between the two males. Hortense is always there, tickling Nicora when she can't escape (or really even move). The pile of Lapis that she's sinking into is warm and soft.. and slimy? Nicora awakes to find herself immersed to her neck in the worm pit, with the slimy creatures covering and having their way with her still.
"Ewww. What a way to wake up. I thought I was supposed to have nightmares, not wake up in them," Nicora complains. She slowly pulls herself out of the slime pit and then starts pulling and wiping off all the attached worms. Right now she wants to check her chest; then she'll ... deal with making sure she gets any worms out of anyplace they might have slithered into. Everything feels slimy, so it is hard to tell right now.
At first it seems that there are worms that refuse to wipe off of her.. but once the slime is gone it's clear that she's seeing the tattoos! In several places on her breast, there is a fat grub coming out of a red blister on her skin. It takes a moment, but she does remember that there is a 'primitive' version of the horrib called a botfly, which lays its eggs in the flesh of living hosts, where they gestate and emerge later.
"Oh ... ugh," Nicora says and makes a face. "That looks horrible. Mother, why would you have him draw this on me?" she asks the room.
"To carry a botfly from implantation to emergence is a test of one's pain tolerance," the voice of Gorphat whispers in Nicora's head.
"But I don't have any of those," Nicora thinks. She's now checking her more tender areas and making sure she got all the worms out of her body in addition to off.
"True, but you are a walking testament to the strength of a Yodhgorphat," the Goddess of Affliction notes. "You will display this on your body."
"Maybe I should get a botfly implanted, then," Nicora thinks glumly.
"I prefer not to mar your beauty," Gorphat says.
"Just make it look like it is marred?" Nicora thinks, "You've given me eight breasts and my vulva is swollen to twice its normal size..."
"Yes, you are becoming more beautiful in my eyes," Gorphat says proudly.
Nicora checks over her body, making sure it is no worse for wear from her unexpected rest in the pit of worms. And she feels about to see if she missed any .... inside. Boy does she make a face during that exploration. "I ... would like to carry horribs again some day, Mother," Nicora does think, "There was honor in being a bearer of your sacred creatures."
"I will remember this request," Gorphat says.. and it almost sounds like she's smiling. Things are a bit.. squirmy inside still.
Nicora makes a ... face. She has to lie down on the floor and try to ... estract what remains squirming. "This is so gross," she thinks, feeling ill.
If this were the Nest under the Temple of Inala, Mave would no doubt have any number of hygiene solutions for this (after all, the Yodhinala had to cater to a lot of strange kinks). Of course, that would mean letting Mave see all of this..
In frustration, Nicora actually goes for her tail. This goes into a very sensitive area ... and once there she tries to use it to pull the intruders out! She also looks at herself again, checking to see if she looks bloated, to guess how many might have invaded while she slept.
The fishing expedition is.. successful. The tail can only grab one worm at a time, but is 'gentle' enough that it drags the entire worm out rather than just pieces. And since some worms can regenerate new bodies from their pieces, that is certainly a good thing. It takes almost a dozen spelunking expeditions to clean things out, and.. well, it looks odd from the outside, with the shape of the dragon-head sometimes becoming apparent when it pushes up against the abdominal wall.
Having it in there also eases the discomfort somewhat as well, but would make walking a challenge, should it cause an orgasm every few steps.
"This feels so weird, ugh," Nicora complains as she works. Once no more seems to come out, she breathes a sign of relief and withdraws the tail. "Have many of your daughters asked for your blessing, Mother?" she thinks as she gets up, then wobbles off to clean off any remaining slime.
"It is part of being Yodhgorphat," the voice in Nicora's head claims.
"Any as extreme as mine are?" Nicora thinks once she is in her room and using towels to get rid of the remaining slime, then sighs as she has to look at and feel her chest, then other swollen flesh. "And I assume it is okay for me to use the worm pool to ease any ... chest issues?"
"Those issues are the fault of Inala," Gorphat points out. "It pleases me that you find relief in my Temple."
"They feel weird. Especially the smaller breasts below my normal ones," Nicora thinks, "It is an odd weight. And it means I will need to stay here more often."
"You will get used to them, and come to enjoy them for the blessing that they are," Gorphat insists.
"How are they a blessing?" Nicora things as she, well, actually massages them.
"Because I gave them to you," Gorphat points out. "They are a challenge, which you will overcome and gain strength from."
The massaging helps. When did a breast massage ever not make things better, after all?
"As you like, Mother," Nicora thinks, sighing. The massage does feel nice and it is oddly relaxing! "I have faith and trust in your wisdom."
"You had better," Gorphat says.
"And I make love to you as you are," Nicora adds in thought, "You honor me when you allow me to kiss you ... on both lips. I .... find that I like it when you make me ... suffer."
"It is suffering that gives us strength," Gorphat claims.
Nicora also goes about bandaging herself up to look like a proper Yodhgorphat; and she even leaves her stomach, left breast, and swollen vulva uncovered to display them as honor to Gorphat. Soon she is out of her room and heading to main room to find a room near it to use as the 'exam' room.
The main temple has a lot of weird rooms of indeterminate use. But giving the nature of Gorphat, a lot of them are very similar to sick wards.. if hospitals had cells. Several of them that Nicora checks into have stone beds with drains placed in certain areas, depending on which sort of effluence the body was producing and where it was coming out.
Nicora selects one that is the lest .... nasty, since she has to clean and prepare it for a guest. Something unheard of is going on in the Temple of Gorphat, a Yodhgorphat is cleaning! It'll never be spotless, but it will be more like a normal cave and less like an infection factory.
Cleaning supplies are hard to find, if they even exist, within the Temple. But there are plenty of rags and water.
And rags and water it ends up being. Nicora feels almost like a scullery servant. But ... she's had to do hard jobs before, so soldiers on in her scrubbing. It helps her not think about the urges trying to force themselves on her from Gorphat's curse.
Her tail helpfully (or unhelpfully) tries licking the swollen spots as Nicora works. Eventually, the room seems clean enough - the stone is actually visible now, and stone-colored. The high corners are still full of stuff, but some of that glows so it serves a purpose at least.
"Will you stop that, it doesn't help, it encourages it!" Nicora says and pushes her tail away from that area. She then frowns and sticks out her tongue. "I'm all drippy," she complains, and sure enough, her fingers are mucusy, and, well, her leg bindings between her legs are stained.
Her belly isn't doing too well either, as the bandages are already a bit moist. She could, at least, bind the tail with a bandage though if she wanted.
Nicora takes a moment to bind her tail up and along her back with some bandages. The licking is driving her crazy. "Mother, must I ooze so much?" she thinks.
"Are you offended by it?" Gorphat asks. "Do you find it repellent on me//?"
"No!" Nicora thinks quickly, "I ... I ... thank you for making me in your image. It is ... it makes wearing clothing hard."
"Bandages are best," Gorphat proclaims.
Nicora actually smells herself too, just in case. "I will be examining the infected man here in a few days. I assume you will also wish to see this infection he carries?" she thinks.
"Yes, for such things are an abomination in mine eyes," Gorphat claims. "Just as the undead are an abomination unto Sunala."
"Do you think you could cure it?" Nicora thinks. "One way he might be saved is if it is transferred to me. then we cure me. Or somehow make me immune to its effects."
"I might be able to.. do something with it," Gorphat notes. "Until he is examined, I can promise nothing."
"I think I have a better chance of surviving an infection than he is, thanks to your ... strengthening of my body," Nicora thinks as she stretches out a bit, but us still on her hands and knees. "But no plans will be made until it is examined in depth."
"I would not lose the last Yodhgorphat to the Enemy," Gorphat pledges.
"Right, so, clean and ... " Nicora starts to say, then tenses up and twitches! Her ear twitches, then the corner of her right eye. She signs that of the longsuffering Eeee, then bites her lip. After steadying herself, she says, "Hosheb, I need you .... within me." She hates herself for asking that ... but her body is driving her crazy; Gorphat's blessings are quite the distraction, and she finds herself need of relief again. This is not the life she signed up for!