After being molested by an ambulatory space mushroom, tormented by a succubus, and ravished by a hard-shelled insectoid demon, Nicora found the soft touches of Lapi paws disconcerting. Sure enough, she finds herself back in the Crystal Chamber, the not-quite-dreaming and not-quite-real meeting point for herself and the Artist.
At the moment, Hortense's harem bunnies are at work, caressing and massaging and nibbling, licking and sucking. The big buck in particular looms over the furless Eeee, kissing her lips and face and neck. There are sounds of activity behind her.. but as always, it's hard not to be distracted by the Lapis.
"What, wait, huh?!" Nicora babbles between kisses (and looking shocked!). "How did I get here? Why am I here? What is going on?" She even flails about a bit!
"It is best if you do not struggle," one of the does coos into Nicora's ear. "It is time for you to be with the Artist again, do not fear. Allow us to relax you."
"No one asked me if I wanted to!" Nicora complains. "Not fair!"
"Well.. it is the will of the gods," the doe notes. "And Hortense. But mostly the gods I suppose. I don't really understand any of this," the fluffy doe admits. Then she smiles and says, "But we do enjoy playing with you! Do you really want us to stop and hand you to the Mistress without preparing you?"
"Er, you're going to give me to Hortense?" Nicora asks nervously. "I think I prefer you playing with me."
The doe smiles at the permission given.. and she and two sisters and the buck proceed to try and make Nicora melt. By now they've learned every sensitive area on the Eeee, and exactly what to do to make them light up and produce the desired squirming, wiggling or vocalizing. They even have the Eeee's muscle spasms worked out to cause pleasure! And the buck seems to have been 'saving up' just for her, it seems..
"I was normal once. A long time ago. Why can't I be normal again? Or have normal friends?" Nicora thinks. She might even squeal it, but she can't tell given the mess of sensations that assault her. At least it isn't as gross as the fungus was, or as disturbing at the demon. She's also become quite the expert at flexing her toes and fingers. She can get quite the spread now!
During all of this, the construction sounds continue somewhere out of sight. And when the does actually lift Nicora up, she realizes each of the buck's standing thrusts is being used to move her backwards! By then she feels the cushions press against her back and wings and head. Then the does begin to reposition her arms, first pulling them straight out, then bending them at the elbow so her wrists rest on pads that are in line with her eyes. Of course there are straps, and Hortense's purring as well.
"What are you, what the heck? What is..." Nicora babbles as she's now soon looking around. She looks for Hortense this way and that. "What are you doing...?"
"Don't worry, just making sure you don't get hurt," Hortense says, stroking Nicora's cheek before stepping back and nodding to the buck, who takes the Eeee's ankles and pushes them up and over until they too are being secured to the bar that seems to be running behind Nicora's head. Eeee are flexible and long of torso, thankfully, even though it does bend her spine a bit and put her rump well up into the air.
"This is very undignified," Nicora complains from her now rather scrunched position. It also gives her a rather unusual view of herself and some rather puffy skin. "What are they planning this time?" she has to wonder. Other than something awful. It is always awful.
Luckily, the buck has a step-stool! The new position makes for an interesting angle of entry though, which is distracting for the few seconds it takes Hortense to secure a strap across Nicora's forehead to lock her head in place.
Nicora gets a rather interesting view of what is going on, more or less! "Huh, that is what it looks like?" she thinks for the few seconds before surges of enjoyment clouds her brain!
Something soon blocks her vision though, as some sort of.. armiture.. is placed over her face. It's too close to really focus clearly on though. "Now, do you have a preference in gags?" Hortense asks, dangling a leather strapped bit in one hand a hole-filled-ball gag in the other, right over Nicora so she can see them clearly.
"Why do I need a gag?" Nicora asks nervously, the concern over why that would be needed helping clear her mind for a moment.
"To immobilize your jaw, and to avoid disturbing Mordecai while he works," the Khatta explains.
"Well, since I've been your brood mare," Nicora tells Hortense and even smirks slightly, "The bit."
Nicora even adds a whinny to that!
The bit is put in, and after Hortense is satisfied that it won't cause any choking it's secured to the cross bar where everything else is already tied up. That's when the Khatta holds up a big sack.. which is squirming about. "Now, we can't have any jostling, so the bunnies will have to be hands off," she explains. "But don't worry! You'll still be tended to!" With a shudder, the buck finishes up and extracts himself.
Nicora bites down and shudders too. She can feel the buck, and part of her really, really, likes it. It's only once her mind clears she has to wonder how she will be taken care of. She has had a lot of disturbing squirm in her already. Being forced upon her is ... well, rather scary! "What is in that?" she asks in a timid voice.
Hortense reaches into the sack and pulls out.. several Garter Nagas. They are covered in some sort of oily lubricant, and each one is fitted with miniature goggles. These are deposited on Nicora's chest, before the Khatta upends the bag to dump several more out of it.
They are all a bit cold though.
Nicora jerks! And squirms! "You are disturbing!" she tries to say to Hortense. It comes out as garbled "nrglepht."
The squirming is duly noted, and adjustments made to the restraints as needed. Meanwhile, eight of the serpents attach themselves to the Eeee's numerous teats, while the four remaining ones... go spelunking in Nicora's pleasure cave. How does Hortense recruit her helpers.. or train them?
"Oh Gods, this is as bad as the pool!" Nicora thinks, squealing and trying to squirm. Well, unable to. Gah! This is a nightmare. This is the worst one yet! Unfortunately her body reacts a lot to this, and in good ways thanks to the blessings upon her.
It's far worse than the worm pool in practice, since the Garters know what they're doing. There are spots in there that, under the attention of tiny hands and tongues, can make Nicora feel like she's going to explode. And then explode. Over and over. Once it's clear that she's completely helpless, the armature over her face is adjusted by Hortense. Tiny, wide and delicate hooks are used to pry her eyelids open and keep them that way. A table is placed near her head, with bottles of liquid being readied by Hortense, and a stool is placed on the opposite side, where Mordecai finally appears and sits. "Hello again, my Canvas," he says to Nicora, and smiles.
Nicora's most intelligent reply to this is to whimper. A lot, and over and over. Some may be due to the squiring turmoil within her, and the other doe to being forced to stare up at Mordecai. "What are they doing? This is like a torture machine." she thinks, worries, and wishes she would wake up.
There's a moment of blurriness as Hortense uses an eyedropper to apply fluid to Nicora's eyes.. and soon after she finds it harder and harder to move them. "This may seem disturbing, but it will not hurt as much as you might think," Mordecai promises, readying bottles of red ink and a needle so finely tipped that Nicora can't focus on it in the last few moments where she can move her eyes.
"He isn't going to tattoo my eyes is he?!?" Nicora thinks in absolute horror as her vision blurs and her eye movements still. "Gorphat .... WHY?"
Soon, there's only the shimmering, ever-changing light of the crystal chandelier above filling Nicora's vision - and that blurs into a kaleidoscope of colors as even the muscles of her iris relax into immobility. The needle is unseen, pricking at the orb of her right eye beyond the iris. It's nearly lost in the flood of sensations caused by the Nagas though.
Nicora's restrained hips still twitch rhythmically, as if trying to make love with the Nagas. It's rather sad and futile, but at least it does help her not think about needles being stuck in her eye. "Why, why, why," she thinks as she bites down and chews on the bit.
"Are you unwilling to surrender yourself completely to me?" Gorphat seems to whisper into Nicora's ear - but it could also be Hortense, for that matter!
"Haven't I already surrendered to you, Mother?" Nicora thinks as she continues to bite down.
"You question my inspiration to the Artist though," Gorphat counters. "This is merely inconvenient, but it is your choice to focus on the pain over the pleasure - and I am gratified that you choose the pain. All who see you will be in awe. Proof that becoming ugly in My name is the greatest act of devotion, and one that all might follow."
"So you do desire me to be hideous in your name, Mother?" she thinks, her still body only shivering as much as it can. "I will look as you wish me to look, Mother. I want you to be proud of me. I am ... even honored that I ooze so much in your name."
"And others find pleasure in this, which I also approve," Gorphat whispers. "Do you not feel beautiful then? To be ugly is to let your inner beauty dominate."
"Some things do certainly ... enjoy my oozing," Nicora has to admit in thought. "I feel ... usually content. And proud to be your Daughter and .... canvas. I did ask of you to remain furless to show your works."
"The time will come for you to display them to all," Gorphat promises. "We have beaten Diphath's creatures together. My part in the defense of Babel will not go unrewarded."
"I will? Wha ... eeee!" Nicora thinks as her insides clench a few times and pleasure rolls through her body! It's a good thing she can't clench her eyes right now. "Is there any risk in using your ... pool creatures to ease your blessing?" she thinks once the ripple finally subsides.
"You should not fear risk when serving Me," Gorphat notes. "You are all my children, all my body."
"Good. Because those pool creatures feel good," Nicora admits in thought. And so do the garters because she bites down on the bit again, squealing!
During this, Mordecai has moved on to the left eye, after things have shifted around a bit. Hortense also squeezes and gropes the restrained Eeee, despite telling the others not to.
"That khatta seems overly facinated by all the breasts you gave me, Mother," Nicora thinks at one moment, of passing lucidity. With the sounds Nicora makes, it seems like she likes them too!
It is probably appropriate to the goddess involved that the garters slithers and wiggle like slimy fingers across Nicora's torso. One wonders if Hortense doesn't already have a 'Naga Pit' for tossing her victims into.
Nicora finds she likes far, far, too much slimy tickling fingers over her bare flesh. It admittedly is a good distraction to the horrors going on right now! She can also feel her insides continue to squirm about, and that just excites her too!
The colorful kaleidoscope is blurred further by an antiseptic wash, and Mordecai says, "Only a little longer, and you will be able to blink again." Hortense idly asks, "Should we ungag her?"
"Not yet," Mordecai notes. "Just her ankles.."
"Is he intending more work on me?" Nicora has to suddenly wonder when the comment about the gag stays making her wonder what is going on.
"Ah, you want your fun..." Hortense claims, and unbinds the Eeee's ankles with the help of the bunnies to support the legs, which might be a bit stiff.
Nicora's legs are rather stiff as the binds come free and her legs are stretched out. Right now she feels like quite the pleasure toy. Serving both Gorphat and Inala at the same time.
She can feel Mordecai support her legs now, holding them beneath the knees. The internal Garters figure out what's going on, and slither out to wrap around Nicora's thighs (just like.. well.. garters) so that the Artist has unimpeded access. Mordecai hooks the Yodhgorphat's ankles over his shoulders, and does his best to make up for the lack of movement Nicora had to endure earlier as he takes her a bit roughly.
"He feels good too! Everyone does! Well, those that serve Mother," Nicora thinks as the feeling bumpy fullness returns to her body! She sure has a lot of things going into her body lately; it's impressive she doesn't look more plump!
Gradually, she begins to feel some control returning to her eyes. First there's focus, then movement. Once that happens, the does disconnect the eyelid restraints and remove the armature.
Nicora blinks now, a lot, and continues to chew the bit. That is a useful thing, really; it's an outlet when little else of her can move. "At least he didn't affect my vision," she thinks when focus returns.
When Mordecai finally pauses to catch his breath, a mirror is brought up so Nicora can see what's been done. Her eyes have been tattooed, each one showing mirrors of the stylized Wound rune framing her silver irises. They are deep red, to stand out against the bloodshot background.
Nicora has to think, "That is really, really, strange looking." She blinks a few times and it doesn't clear. "Yes, strange indeed!" PArt of her complains about Mordecai stopping, because it squeezes him a bit now!
The male Eeee squeaks, and gets the message! Meanwhile, Hortense notes, "These frames are bothersome, Mordecai. I want to test my new, more.. flexible system. You don't mind do you?"
"What? Fine, when I'm finished.." the albino bat agrees.
"Flexible system? What?" Nicora has to think in a moment of clear headedness before her hips worg against the other ugly Eeee.
Nicora is slowly released from her restraints - first her head, and then her wrists, and finally the gag. She's lifted up by Mordecai, who manages to stand straight while wrapping Nicora's legs around him. "Hold on tightly," he tells her.
"And here I was getting used to the gag," Nicora murmurs as she wraps her arms around his neck to hold on tightly!
"But then I wouldn't hear the sound you make when I.." Mordecai says, finishing his statement by sinking his teeth into Nicora's neck.
And Nicora cries out when the bite comes, her head arching backward and her eyes fixed on the ceiling. "It is so good I am sterile," the thinks oddly in the middle of all this; probably because she is on her back a lot!
Generously, Mordecai does not finish his Canvas off by pinning her to the ground.. but by lying back himself and giving her control of the outcome!
And Nicora makes no waste, her movement becomes rough and violent as she tries to drive her body to its demanding release ... and drive Mordecai there too! The sad part is with Gorphat's blessing, there is ever a true release for her; only a reprieve.
Hortense collects the Garters and returns them to their sack, while the bunnies nervously break down the restraint frame. They seem jumpy! As Mordecai shudders and groans until Nicora's passion, the reason for the nervous behavior becomes clear: five Nagas are climbing onto the dais. Four of them are female, but each twice as big as Sephia from the salon! The fifth, the male, is even bigger, reminding Nicora of the one she saw at the Chronotopian sideshow. The women approach Nicora, two to a side, and slowly flick their long tongues at her.
Nicora looks over the naga, particularly the male. She should not be excited by such a terrifying creature; but she is ... sad. She rubs and rolls her hips on Mordecai to make him squeal, then looks to the females. "Hello ladies," she murmurs at them.
Mordecai's eyes begin to roll back, as he reaches his limit and his own hips cease their movements. The closest Naga on the right takes Nicora's hand.. and begins licking the palm.
Nicora wiggles her hand as the tongue licks. "I like naga," she murmurs to them, grinning in her own insane way.
The second one takes Nicora's other hand, and also begins to lick it. "You should probably stand up now," Hortense tells Nicora. "Oh.. and they like it if you struggle a bit.."
Nicora slowly stands. She has an idea of what may soon becoming and she ends up smirking at Hortense. "You, dear Mistress, are a disturbing woman," she tells the khatta.
"I am innovative," Hortense claims. The two Nagas soon have Nicora's hands in their mouths, and begin swallowing their way up towards her shoulders! At least they're not cold on the inside.
"Yes, it is what I thought," Nicora thinks. And in spite of feeling kind of ... good, she dutifully squirms, pulls, and tries to resist the naga!
This does work to get the reptiles excited. When her legs get swallowed, the Nagas can't get much past the knee.. but their tongues are long and flexible. Soon Nicora is completely suspended in the air by the serpents, who move about under Hortense's commands to see what sort of positions it's possible to put the Eeee into. The big male coils with his arms crossed against his chest, but is also aroused - and even stranger, given the bifurcated nature of male Naga anatomy - doubly aroused.
"I hope you're going to be involved," Nicora coos at the large male when she passes close by hi, during some of the odder positions. She also continues to squirm and pull about, trying to keep those that hold her as excited as she feels right now in this disturbing embrace.
Eventually the Nagas settle on an odd position: Nicora is left lying on her side, with her limbs held in front of her. The Naga's holding her arms also play with her breasts with their tongues. The big male moves in then.. and enters the Eeee both ways at the same time. There's luckily still some of the oily Garter lube in play.
"Wow, he's big!" Nicora thinks when she is suddenly very, very, full in two ways. The sounds she makes is quite encouraging, hissing, and complimentary of the nagas. "I want a pet naga male," she finds herself thinking!
There's nothing more muscular than a male Naga, and this one certainly doesn't treat Nicora delicately. The arm-Nagas shift around, twisting the bat's torso so that her shoulders are flat against the floor while her hips are still perpendicular. This allows the male to lick at Nicora's face. Tasting her.
And Nicora gasps, her squirms quite real at this point. "Can I keep you?" she murmurs to the huge male. "Please?" She rolls what she can, trying to make sure the naga is enjoying too!
"Maybe," he hisses. "If you survive," he adds, and suddenly his tongue is wrapped completely around Nicora's throat, and his mouth is.. well, he's got her entire head in it. The Eeee feels literally smothered, and the flexing of the Naga's tongue and jaw exert complete control over when Nicora can breathe.
Nicora's eep is cut off mid-eep! This is rather frightening, because, well, it reminds her all too much of Vorgulremik and his fetish for eating people! Her squirming is a bit more frantic now, as this could be quite dangerous.
The extra squirming is exactly what the Nagas want. The buck increases his 'hip' action, which is far more varied than a creature with an actual hip could manage. He does allow the Eeee enough air to keep her from blacking out, but he also cuts it off at just the right moment to coincide with her climaxes, amplifying them considerably. The fear and adrenaline react with pleasure in surprising ways!
"I shouldn't like this, I shouldn't like this!" Nicora keeps trying to tell herself over and over in-between massive surges of pleasure that roll through her body. But no matter how much she tells herself this ... she likes it.
It's still a fine balance between panic and euphoria. After one final, intense surge which the Naga prolongs via asphyxiation, Nicora really does black out for a moment. When she comes to, her head and arms are unobstructed, and her legs are held upright, held by scaly hands against a scaly torso. She's still filled, but not doubly-so anymore. As her vision clears, she sees dark stone above, and smells the odd lightning-storm metallic odor that she associates with..
Vorgulremik leers down at Nicora, pumping away energetically. "I like the eyes," he rumbles.
"Did I give you permission to insert that ... thing in me?" Nicora growls at the dragon!
"Do you want me to stop?" the steel dragon asks, canting his head slightly to present the scarred side to Nicora. "You crave it. A good servant anticipates the needs of his mistress."
"And you are full of it. I know full well you do not consider yourself my servant," Nicora tells the dragon. "What do you want?" she asks. She doesn't, however, tell him to stop.
"You could struggle a little," the dragon notes. "I understand that you used one of my.. friends.. to assist you with a shoggoth. You weren't going to just forget that I was the one who identified the creature for you, now are you?"
"You didn't deal with curing him, now did you?" Nicora counters as she dutifully struggles a little, at least.
"Would you have had any success if you had only depended on Kaira to help?" Vorgulremik counters, punctuating the remark with a particularly hard thrust that scratches the Eeee's thighs.
"I might have!" Nicora points out in a pained hiss. "I am capable, you know."
"I do know, more than she does," Vorgulremik claims, spreading the Eeee's legs so he can lay atop her.. and kiss her with his black lips. "I know what greatness you can really achieve, while Kaira.. well, she isn't so encouraging, when it doesn't concern her ultimate desires."
"Yeah yeah, we'll see," Nicora complains, again, and grimaces after the kiss. "You ultimately only desire to kill me too and gain your freedom." She also squirms more and tries to push him off!
The dragon purrs at the resistance, but doesn't relent. "If you really want to have a chance of pushing me off, you'll need to become a steel dragoness," he coos. "And why would I want to kill you? Quite the contrary.. I want to ensure your survival."
"That's a lie. As soon as you're free, you would kill me," Nicora points out. "And as for becoming one of your kind, you would like it too much!"
"You always seemed to enjoy it," the dragon points out. "And I wouldn't have to.. restrain myself so much. As for your claim that I would kill you if freed.. that simply isn't even a possibility. After all, I'm just a soul. If I were freed, I would go on to be reborn just like the other immortals. You would never encounter me again."
"You lie there too. You would come after me. I would be a threat to you," Nicora points out as she pushes at Vorgulremik more. It seems she's also giving in to his wants, because her body is filling out and becoming a lot more scaly and rough.
Vorgulremik encourages the change.. by becoming more feral in his mating. "I am no fool, to come after one who might imprison me again," he claims. "To cross universes for revenge? It will take me far longer than your lifetime, even enhanced as it is, to regain my strength. When you defeated me here, I was only a child in body and power."
"And you will never get the chance again," Nicora-dragon growls at him, and even tries to bite his neck!
More equally matched now, the session becomes less mating and more wrestling, biting and scratching for advantage. For a steel dragon though, this is fairly arousing! There's not much of a line between pain and pleasure for them - whether causing it or receiving it. It makes the conclusion very potent though!
"If nothing else, you had better release in me or I might actually be mad," Nicora-dragon actually growls in his ear at one point, right before she bites it, then claws at him violently. And when it comes, and it's what she wants, well, the roaring and thrashing is world-shaking. And disturbing. Why is it everything she is involved in these days has to be disturbing!
Vorgulremik becomes very gentle afterwards, nuzzling and licking at Nicora's various wounds and even purring comfortingly. It's certainly not anything natural behavior, of course, since these hybrid forms exist only here.
"I still don't trust you. But it is cute that you keep trying," Nicora remarks, smirks, and pets his neck.
"You will need me, someday," Vorgulremik assures, then seems surprised that Nicora-dragon's breasts actually work, thanks to her blessing. "When you face Diphath, whose counsel do you think would be the most helpful?" he asks, before suckling.
"My own!" Nicora croons. She's not about to give him any satisfaction.
Finding a new source of arousal, Vorgulremik remounts and attempts to be a bit more sensual. "I'm sure I could give you good advice on how she thinks.. or how this avatar of hers does," he promises.
"I'll think about it. I have other things to tend to before her," Nicora remarks as she tries to push him off again. "You are incorrigible."
The drake growls, and nips at Nicora's throat, muttering, "Do you really wish me to stop? How cruel to deny a condemned prisoner some small comforts.."
"Fine, one more then I should wake up. I do have other duties than being on my back," Nicora grumbles.
"You would rather be on top?" the dragon asks, but doesn't seem about to allow it, since he's trying to pin down the female's limbs now.
"No," Nicora answers simply. "When female, I find I prefer to be on the bottom."
"Good," Vorgulremik says. "I do best when on top of things," he claims. And while he promises that, the second time just isn't quite as pleasurable without the violence. It also takes twice as long!
And when it is all said and done, Nicora is somewhat glad. She knows how to extract herself from these dreams, and once she's outside ... she just knows she is going to have the immense urge to get clean. Something about when Vorg touches her just makes her feel dirty, and not in a good way at all. So when the craggy realm fades after the long bout of debauchery ... she's grateful!
Cleaning up in the Temple of Gorphat is problematical. There really aren't any sources of clean water or facilities for washing within the temple itself, forcing Nicora to venture out to the 'wilderness' side of the mountain, where there are plenty of waterfalls and grottos. It's really quite a contrast, as the mountainside is quite idyllic compared to the contrived filthiness of the Temple itself.
"Thank all that there is clean water out here," the naked and bald Eeee says to herself as she dives into a pool at the base of one of the waterfalls, then swims her way over so that she can stand under the cascading water. It is a mad bout of scrubbing and cleaning herself under the water, removing layers of grime, slime, and smell. The same is almost all her own, which somehow makes it all the worse to have.
Scrubbing exarcerbates the lactation, but that should pass once she changes forms. Luckily there isn't anyone out and about to spy on her, this being one of the mountains that nobody dares to poach on. The morning sun is beginning to creep over the eastern mountains now as well, lighting up the sky ahead of it.
Once the scrummbing is done, Nicora makes her way back out from under the water so she can examine herself in detail in the rising sunlight. "I've been lucky all those monsters and demons haven't damaged me," she mutters.
There are of course some scratches, but nothing appears altered beyond what her blessings and curses have wrought. The black head of her tail peeks up at her as it curls around to catch some of the sunlight.
Satisfied she is okay, Nicora makes her way back to the shore. One think about being bald, you do dry off faster. It is a matter of her wiping down her body. Satisfied, she crouches down and closes her eyes to shift forms. It is time to be male again; the large black Eeee. It won't look too out of place here, and not as identifiable as Alptraum. Out comes the shadow and the bald Eeee disappears in its embrace.
So it is that Dar Siefert, Courier from Draco County, takes to the morning air to fly back towards Mount Inala. Once there, it's just a matter of sneaking in from the back of the mountain and finding the mosaic wall. A bit of sequential groping of parts of it releases the catch on the hidden door.
"Honnnney, I hoooome!" 'Dar' declares as he bounds down the secret stairway to the main part of their little 'bunker'. He looks rather clean-cut, too. He took out the nose ring!
"Where've you been!" Tulani demands, hurrying from the 'nest'. "What's been happening? Is Soldano.." she doesn't finish the question, biting her lip and hugging 'Dar' instead.
"He's successfully cured of the infection," 'Dar' explains as he returns the hug. "Don't worry, I've taken good care of your boyfriend." He even grins a bit at that. "Only two more of the exploding dead women to go, too, thankfully. I'm tired of the mess they make."
"Mess? You haven't had any problems with them?" Tulani asks. "You still don't need my help?"
"I can't accept your help. They mess with unprotected minds," Dar explains as he finds a crate to sit down on for a bit. "And yes, mess. The explode and spray goo everywhere. Goo and tentacles."
Tulani promptly.. sits in Dar's lap. She's naked from sleeping, and a bit tousled as well. "How have you been holding up? Are you okay being alone in that.. Temple? Is it as nasty as the rumors say?" she asks.. and sniffs Dar just in case.
"Yes, it is nasty, and yes, I took a bath before coming back," 'Dar' notes and even pokes Tulani in the stomach. "But I'm okay with being alone there, I always seem to be too busy to notice, at least."
"I would come and visit if you like," Tulani claims, and rubs her belly. "You must get hungry after all. When was the last time you fed?"
"Not too long ago. And no, you really don't want to visit it. It is better that I come back here," Dar notes. Sensing Tulani actually wants to be bitten, he soon snuffles her neck, then just bites down!
After purring for a bit, the Sphynx asks, "How is the captain? Is he recovering well?" She also starts rubbing her hand on Dar's chest.
"He'll probably have some nightmares considering he was molested by a demon that looked like you, but he should be fine," Dar explains, grinning. "And I knew it, you are sweet on him."
"A demon that looked like me?" Tulani asks, pulling back a bit in surprise. "It wasn't you in disguise, was it?"
"Not, it wasn't me. It attacked me too," Dar notes, then licks Tulani's nose.
Not = Nope
"Why was there a demon at all?" the Sphynx asks, and licks her own nose after Dar's lick.
"Because I needed to get the creature in Soldano to infect something else and leave him. A demon was an easy choice; it was evil and nasty, and got what it deserved," Dar explains and shrugs a bit. "Would you prefer to be infected? I could as Gorphat to bless you."
"No thank you - I think one of us needs to remain relatively normal," Tulani claims. "So.. do you want anything besides blood? Have you even slept?"
"I have slept, fortunately. I feel pretty good right now," Dar notes and smiles. "I came back because I was thinking you might want your spotty slave around for a bit."
"Oooo," Tulani coos. "That could be fun. So could you, too. As a warm up. It's been a while for me.."
"Pick out the clothing you want Pierce in ... and I'll work on shifting," Dar offers. "I figure I will remain as Pierce for a few days; it is time he makes some rounds for information too."
"What's this 'clothing' you speak of?" Tulani teases. "Put the nose ring back in, and I'll get the leash and collar and some of Mave's special oils.."
Dar's brow arches. "You like the nosering, hmm?" he teases.
"Well, it comes in handy at times," Tulani admits, then licks the bat's nose with her rough tongue. "I could loop my belt through it.."
Dar pats Tulani's butt to get her to rise. Once she is up, it's into pocket to find the ring, then a bit of fiddling before it clicks into the grommet in his septum. There he settles and concentrates. Darkness falls, and he can feel his body twist and shape around him, and his throat tighten. As the shadow sinks back in, tawny fur is exposed in the lamplight, and soon the heavily pierced savanite is sitting on the crate. His ears wiggle.
Tulani already has the leash pulled tight between her hands, and a sly grin on her face. "Now.. which one of us gets to wear the leash first, hmmm?" she asks.
Pierce lifts his chin, then taps his neck. Just because he might be leashed has never meant he always behaves after all! And if she moves to put it on him, as soon as it clicks, he intends to tackle her into the nest!
Of course the Sphynx does as predicted, clicking the latch closed around the cheetah's neck.
And Tulani finds herself over his shoulder and carried across the room! Soon she's being dropped on her back in the nest and a spotty cat is pouncing on her. He even makes playful growling sounds as he nips and tickles her all over.
The Sphynx laughs and struggles and reaches for the oil. Somewhere in the bunker, the aroma of Mave's pipe wafts over, but there's no sign of the Yodhinala herself. For now at least, Pierce feels a bit in control of things.
"Mave is a dirty old bat, she'll just never admit it," the savanite thinks as he plays as much as pleasures Tulani. It's as much an attempt to get her to giggle as coo; deslightfully simpler and kinder than many recent events. It's almost innocent. Almost. Except for ... well, you have to give them some provacy.