After escaping the coils of Malagast (albeit reluctantly), Nikky set out to rescue Tulani. The Sphynx was eventually discovered in Honey and Fluffer's room, taking a nap (and not admitting to having played with the bunny, but she had that grin on her face).
Still, they made it through the evening relatively unscathed, and Nikky was able to leave Tulani at the bar while she had some more fun of her own. Once it was closing time, the pair went their separate ways. For Nikky, that meant returning to the Temple of Gorphat and the uncomfortable state of Nicora.
Once she's 'changed' into her Yodhgorphat form, she senses Fon coming to help her. "It is good to see you, Lady Scourge," the man says. "There are a few people who would like to meet you, if you're willing." There's a warning gurgle from Nicora's lower abdomen, and the general sliminess is building back up to its usual levels as well.
"It is kind for you to say it is good to see me, Fon. I know I am not pleasant to look at, nor do I smell appealing," Nicora burgles through her slimy throat. She rubs and massages her gurgling gut, which naturally elicits a disturbing sound lower down, then a splat as a blob of slime falls from her loosened vulva and hits the floor. "I will speak to the people who are here," she agrees as she holds out her hand to Fon. "And when you get a chance, will you find me a sounding stick? I may need it should I need to travel without assistance."
"You shouldn't be on your own like that," Fon insists, and leads her towards the main altar. "Is there someplace you wish to meet with them? I could bring something for you to sit on. I don't know the proper protocol.."
"I can meet them before the altar, or go to them. Protocol is not so important currently, only duty," Nicora burbles as she walks along slowly. It is ... uncomfortable to feel as vulnerable as she does. So much of the world is cut off from her.
Fon brings her over to the altar then. "It is better that they come to you, Yodhgorphat. It is more respectful, I feel. I will get them now if you wish."
"I am not helpless, Fon, I am enduring," Nicora remarks in case Fon thinks she is too helpless. "And yes, go fetch them. I will pray to Mother until you return."
Fon heads for the main entrance, and as he recedes he vanishes to Nicora's odd senses in stages. First, she loses the color of his mind, at about twenty feet. By thirty, the shimmery spirit outline is gone, and by forty he is out of range of the more subtle aura senses.
And now alone, Nicora kneels down and just focuses, trying to sense anything in her dark world. The only sounds to keep her company are the muffled gurgles of her own gut and the squelchy sounds that follow it. "This new life is very difficult, Mother," she thinks as she tries to focus more on her surroundings.
"Challenges are supposed to be difficult," the gurgly voice of Gorphat replies. "It makes overcoming them much more worthwhile."
"Is this condition permanent?" Nicora has to ask, "Even if it is, I will endure as you gave it to me, and all you give me I love." She focuses harder, trying to feel anything else near her. She even tries to sense the life that lives in her womb.
There are flickers of silver that seem to be beneath her skin, certainly, but nothing that seems to suggest mind or emotion. "It will last as long as it needs to for you to develop your other senses," Gorphat replies. With the extra effort, Nicora can sense people approaching, and their anxiousness.. even a bit of fear.
"I love you. Mother," Nicora thinks, and even more scary, means it. People now approach and she focuses more on them, how many, and gender if she can even tell.
There are six, she's certain - one of them is Fon. Four others are Eeee, and the fifth is.. not. There's a cough, barely heard, and the closer they get the more they seem to hesitate, with only Fon being clear due to familiarity. "Step to it," he tells the others. "You've come this far, after all."
Nicora rises to her feet by feeling for the altar, then uses it to help her stand (making interesting noises all the way. "I must admit, there is some pleasure in being feared just got being what I am," she thinks.
The Yodhgorphat is a sight to behold, after all. Furless, white and garishly tattooed, with milky film over her eyes. The multiple breasts, leering tail and slight glow to her blood vessels certainly makes her look the part of a supernatural being.
And the occasional drip of some very unpleasant-smelling goo from areas best left unmentioned. "I am Gorphat's ultimate daughter, a work of enduring art," she tries to tell herself.
The bravest of the group steps forward, and Nicora gets a better sense of him. Definitely male, relatively young.. and somehow familiar. The boy gets to his knees, and Nicora can see the awe and fear as clashing shades in his mind. "Your.. uh.. Yodhness," the boy says, and despite the quaver in his voice, Nicora has heard it before. It's Foz, leader of a gang in the Streets Below. "I.. uh.. we.. heard that you needed.. um.. donations.." he stammers.
Nicora's head tilts slightly as she looks off into the distance; she's blind after all. "Willing donations, yes. From those who love Gorphat in their hearts," the Yodh burbles as she gestures for them to approach. "Closer so that I may better sense you."
The others pack in behind Foz, so that he can't really retreat. He stands up, girds himself.. and steps forward until he's standing before Nicora. His posture is a bit forced, as if he knows Nicora is going to touch him or feel his face or similar. "I.. we.. brought bugs. They're yours. I mean.. they were yours anyway, sort of? Gorphat provided them.. we think. So.. uh.. we'll bring you your share, for your thing. The thing about feeding people."
Foz knows well, Nicora does reach out and feel over his face with clammy, slimy, hands. "Young," she remarks, "IT speaks well of you to think of others and donate to them to help ease their suffering," she remarks as she feels over him a bit more, then lowers her hands. "Your gifts are welcome. However, I must ask if you wish something in return."
"Return?" Foz squeaks in alarm, shaking a bit. "Well.. uh.. could you call off the dragon?" he finally manages to ask. "We have enough people to watch over the bug farm now, if nothing scares them away. And it doesn't eat people does it?"
Nicora grins with rather slimy-looking teeth. "It only eats evil people. You are not evil, correct?" the Yodhgorphat asks. "I suppose I could consider asking it to withdraw, for an additional price."
"Oh.. but that girl Nikky wasn't.. too evil.." Foz says, then freezes at the mention of an additional price. "Like.. a favor or an errand maybe?" he asks hopefully, while his mind turns a shade of green that says 'anything but a blessing!'.
"The rat? It did not eat her, it only sucked on her for awhile," Nicora says with a disturbing, bubbling sounding laugh. "I want you to prove to me that you are all brave enough. One of you ... must kiss me. On my lips." She even reaches up and taps the side of her jaw for emphasis.
The silvery glow really flickers on Foz and the rest at that request. "Just.. one kiss?" Foz asks.
"Shall I require tongue?" Nicora asks in response to them questioning her.
"Slash!" Foz calls. "You've already got a cough and a sore throat.. maybe this will fix it?" he says hopefully.
This produces a real coughing fit from Slash, causing his brother Shiv (the slow one) to pat him on the back.
Nicora's body makes an ever so attractive farting sound just about then. "Well, that was well times," Nicora thinks, actually amused.
"It should be the handsome one," Francis the Skreek offers, trying to take himself out of the running.
Fig, the other Eeee, laughs nervously at the sound.
"I have decided," Nicora burbles, "It will be one kiss from each of you."
"Foz, you're first," Slash declares. "You lead.. by example, right?"
Nicora licks her lips, leaving a thin trail of some sort of slime on them. "Yodh are not known for patience," she notes.
"On the lips," Foz says, licking his own. He closes his eyes and puckers up, maybe thinking of Nikky. He places a rather brotherly peck on Nicora's lips, and does his best not to whine when a long string of goo dangles between them afterwards.
Nicora tries not to laugh. "Acceptable," she declares after she actually licks that string of goo bakc into her mouth. This Yodh is truly disgusting.
Foz retreats, and grabs Francis. "You get to be next, rat-boy," he declares, pushing the terrified Skreek forward. "I.. I.. had something really stinky for lunch," he declares, trying to see if Nicora will turn him down.
This causes Nicora to reach out, grab him from behind the neck given she can sort of make him out, then kisses the rat. She even uses her tongue. Thankfully, it is short. "Yes, you did," Nicora burbles after she releases him, leaving him with his semi bad breath ... and now an overly slimy mouth.
The Skreek clamps his hands over his muzzle, to make sure he doesn't vomit or anything that will get him into real trouble. Fig is next, and walks right up to plant a fairly genuine kiss on Nicora, rather than have her kiss him.
Nicora's head tilts. "You are actually brave," she tells Fig. She even dips her head to him.
Slash is very wary, and coughs a bit first. This close, Nicora can sense the throat infection. It's minor, not like tonsilitis.. just bacterial. He probably ate something bad. He definitely isn't brave enough to be the kisser, and just sort of trembles.
And Nicora decides to do something. She curls her hand around the back of his heand and draws him into a long, slimy, kiss too. Except ... while her lips are licked to his and her clammy, stinky, body is close to his, she actually tries to see if she can draw the infection from him and into her. Just like what Snowcora can do.
Rather than be absorbed into her left hand, Nicora feels the sickness flow through their contact, into her own throat. Slash's eyes go wide, and he actually relaxes a bit.
Nicora continues to kiss, her tongue probing, well, rather deep. A slimy tongue does go down easy, at least. She holds it until she is fairly sure she has removed the cold, then draws her tongue back and releases him. This puts her into a fit of coughing since she now has the disease.
Slash rubs his throat, and manages to not cough or gag. "Hey.. it's better," he tells the others. "She made it better!"
"Did you want it worse?" Nicora asks, her voice bubbling. She has to spit a blob of phlem out to the side.
Shiv steps up next. Nicora remembers him being a bit slow in the head. "Thank you for helping brother," Shiv notes. Then, as with Nikky, he reaches out starts fondling Nicora's breasts.. or at least the upper four prominent ones. "You magic?" he asks.
"In many ways," Nicora burbles. She actually lets Shiv continue to fondle her too. She foces on this one, wondering if he can be helped any ... cured of being ... slow. Is it really a disease?
When the sticky green milk begins to flow, Shiv does something bewildering: he collects it on his fingers, and then rubs it into the fur of his cheeks. Not only does this make the glow a bit, but suddenly Nicora can see him, as if her sight were normal again. Of course, it only applies to him and not anything else though. "Magic milk!" Shiv says happily, and then scoops Nicora up into a deep kiss!
Despite being clear, there's still the odd overlays of spirit senses. Nicora can suss a sense of genuine affection and gratitude from the man.. and some lust too.
The glowing milk is disturbing! As is the thought she can smear it on stuff to be able to see. She's in such shock she doesn't react to the kiss at first. But soon she is actually kissing him back. And it doesn't help she's, well, perpetually horny. Part of her wants to take advantage of this lust.
"Uh.. you shouldn't take liberties with the High Priestess.." Fon begins to warn, while the others are either too shocked or distracted by Slash's miracle cure.
Nicora raises her hand to Fon as if to indicate she is permitting it.
Things soon get a bit messy, as Shiv lays Nicora back atop the altar, and climbs on top of her. "You have a snake growing out of your butt," he notes as he fumbles with his pants. "Mine grows out front, see?"
Nicora cackles a burbling laugh. "Few would dare to do this," she notes, "But I will permit it, this once." Given her body is basically screaming to be taken thanks to Gorphat's arousal blessing, it would be near impossible for her to say no at this point anyway, even though it will come with intense pain afterward.
Shiv is not subtle, and seems to enjoy the noises that are produced, and even manages to pass gas himself with a laugh. "Alright," Foz whispers to the others, "if nothing falls off after this, we send in Shiv with all future donations, genoh?" If the others are nodding, Nicora can't see it.
What Nicora finds a bit more maddening right now is because of her recent births, she doesn't actually feel much of Shiv as he takes her since her muscles are loose and stretched. Still, if he enjoys it, she does too at some level. It will leave quite a slimy puddle on the altar, though. She lets the bat have his way and leave his own slime, and tries to focus on just feeling and sensing again.
The looseness does prolong things, but Shiv isn't exactly small either. The others abandon their friend for a bit, rather than risk their stomachs watching, listening and smelling the whole thing. So it's just Nicora and Shiv present when things start to.. squirm. The bloated feeling builds soon after.
"Finish quickly," Nicora burbles to the Eeee, "I have something to tend to very soon."
"Huh?" Shiv asks, but does try harder. This causes some disturbing sloshing sensations down there, but eventually the big Eeee seems to finish, and notice the bulging belly. "What that?" he asks, running his hands over the growing bump.
"I give birth to monsters," Nicora says as she tries to ease the Eeee off herself, then slide her body down to the floor. Maybe squatting will make this easier. She also holds one hand on her gut, feeling it for firmness.
"Birth?" Shiv asks in wonder. "Am I a daddy then?" Squatting does seem to relieve certain pressures - and hopefully being loose still from the last one will make this easier.
"No, the father of these were a monster," Nicora burbles. Gods it feels wrong when thick slime floows freely from areas it really shouldn't come from. Nicora also relaxes for a bit as best she can, wondering how big she will actually get.
It feels like she's getting a bit bigger this time, before the contractions start. This one is either going to be big, or 'more developed' instead of sprouting things once it's been birthed.
Shiv helpfully holds Nicora's hand.
"What, I'm going to stretch more each time?" Nicora has to think. her jaws then clench down hard, as do her eyes. Contractions hurt. A lot. It's a strain to even breathe, but she remembers the lessens of Fon. She breathes and pushes when each contraction hits.
It takes some effort to pass this one. It's thicker, almost spherical when the main body drops, the tentacles still stretching into Nicora. It's covered in her slime, so she can see it clearly. It looks like the others.. there's a star-shaped 'foot', and the barrel-shaped body with wing-like ribbed vanes running longitudinally - except there are some startling differences as well. Instead of being covered in slimy pulsating fungus-skin, this one is.. furry. Eeee-fur, to be precise. And the wing-vanes aren't translucent so much as leathery.
"Aaugh," Nicora whines. It hurts so much; she feels like she's tearing open! Her spread toeclaws scrape and dig into the floor where she squats. Tears are actually running down her face. Pushing continues, trying to expel the tentacles.
Once the tentacles slide out, it's clear that between the roots of each one on the 'head' end are little unblinking eyes. They have the same brown hue as Shiv's.
"Baby?" Shiv asks uncertainly.
"Oh God, it picks up the traits of whatever mates with me," Nicora thinks, horrified. Another convulsion ropples through her gut and she expels the remainder of the slime the things grow in. "This is horrible. Please let this be the last one," she thinks. "Monster child," Nicora explains in a tired voice. It will be kept here in a ... pot."
"A pot?" Shiv asks, clearly confused. "It has funny toes. And no face."
"It is ... more like a plant. Hard to explain," Nicora admits as she falls backwards, leaving the odd child thing between her legs.
The tentacles flail about, until the find the lowest set of teats and latch on. The toes wiggle in the puddle of slime, and the other tentacles go to work cleaning it up. "Ah, a flower! I heard about flowers," Shiv claims. "It's a Gorphat Flower."
Nicora burbles a laugh as she helps it find other teats too to latch onto. "Something like that, yes," the Eeee agrees. It is easier to let him think that than explain the whole situation. She also uses the moment to focus and see if that was indeed the last, or can she sense a new one awakening.
There's no way to tell for sure, but there might have been a tiny silver spark, too fast to really discern much from.
"Can you go find Fon for me? He will know what to do with this creature," Nicora tells Shiv.
"Alright," Shiv says, getting up and putting his pants back on, but not bothering to wipe off any of the glow-slime that's covering most of him. A moment later he's off searching for the others. And a few moments after that, Fon arrives. "Oh my.. I did not realize fecundity was one of Gorphat's blessings," the Eeee notes, looking a bit disturbed by the appearance of this one. "Our first child was born without a head," he notes, as he comes to check Nicora for injury.
"Mother, you have made me horny beyond measure, and these creatures and the stretching of my body makes it impossible to satisfy," Nicora thinks in discomfort as she stands, but has to stand a bit bow-legged for the moment. "I believe I am intact. I am ... quite durable thanks to Mother Gorphat."
"I've put the bugs someplace where they will keep," Fon says. As he watches the newborn suckle and root-drink the slime, he gets an odd look of inspiration. "My lady.. would be possible to.. take some of your.. divine.. goo?" he asks.
"Bring me a pot and I will squat over it and fill it to the top," Nicora grumbles. She is a slime factory.
Fon returns with Sil, carrying both a fresh pot and one with soil (and abundant fertilizer) in it, along with some clean bandages. Sil is looking more and more clear to Nicora as well. She can tell that that woman's mood is mixed. As weird as the child is, it's still triggering some maternal instinct in Sil.
"I am sorry, I keep producing these things," Nicora admits, "And now they have more fur than I do." Even Nicora feels something for the creatures she produces. She doesn't want them to come to harm.
Sil transplants Blarf II into the pot, while Fon has the unenviable task of being chamber-pot wrangler for Nicora. "I wonder if your effluvia has special properties," he notes to Nicora. "I could be a powerful antiseptic, or a super-food for bugs and plants.."
"I highly doubt it is any of these things. I am simply infested,/" Nicora says. She is now straddling a pot and actually spreading her poor, stretches, body open. This of course leads to even more disturbing sensations as /stuff/ slowly slides out of her body. The smell is none-too-pleasant either. Nicora smells like something /died/ in her and started to rot.
"It may still be useful for.. anointing the devout," Fon offers. "That young man seemed to find it fashionable.."
"Ugh, I feel so .... spongy," Nicora thinks. She's gripping the swollen flesh in her fingers, after all. "That part is true enough. Will you be the second and third to wear it?" she asks Fon and Sil.
Sil freezes on terror at the suggestion, while Fon says, "After we know it to be safe, yes, of course. I'd like to see how long it glows for.."
"I am impressed you have stayed this long," Nicora admits as another splat comes from her. "And I sense you did not bring me a sounding cane."
"Are you certain that you need one, and would rather not simply have someone attend to you?" Fon asks.
"It is for times when you cannot be present," Nicora notes.
"How long would you like it to be, mistress?" Fon asks then, bowing his head.
"No more than my height," Nicora answers after some quick thought. "And do not worry, I prefer your company. I may never have need of it."
"I will see to it, Mistress Scourge," Fon pledges, and takes the now mostly full chamber pot for experimentation. "Shall I place this one in your chambers with the other?" Sil asks.
"Yes, Sil," Nicora says to Sil as she stands. "And I know this is not proper protocol, but ... thank you."
The woman's mood flares up quite a bit at that. "You are most welcome," she gushes. "Do you wish me to guide you back to your chambers?"
"I need the help, yes. I cannot find my own way in this temple," Nicora admits, "Not since Mother took my senses."
Shifting the pot to the crook of one elbow, Sil holds her hand out to take Nicora's with the practiced ease of a mother. "Is there anything else you need?" she asks. "You never seem to eat anything.."
"I eat. Just not when others are generally present. My dietary needs are specific," Nicora admits as they walk. Her footsteps are always uncertain; she cannot see anything of the halls. She has to trust Sil.
At leas she can see Sil, even if it's a very odd form of seeing. The woman leads her to the High Priestess's chambers, which are dim and blurred of course, but give the impression of having been cleaned. Blarf 'happily' waves its tentacles at Nicora.
"I appreciate that you stay and help. I know this is nota pleasant life. I chose it so that others would not have to endure it," Nicora tells Sil. She also waves to the other potted 'thing', Blarf.
Sil sets the new pot next to the other, and 'siblings' begins flailing their tentacles at one another.. although it doesn't seem to be in malice. They also communicate by emitting a wide, chocking variety of smells. Sil covers her mouth and nose, and says, "I it is far better to serve, my lady. Here.. I feel hope."
"But unfortunately you do nog get good smells," Nicora admits. Even she can smell that! She makes her way over to her bed and collapses heavily on it. "Tell me, is my ... skin actually slimy, or am I imagining it?" she asks Sil.
"It does have a certain glossiness, Lady Scourge," Sil admits. "And as for smells.. I did grow up in the Streets Below, where foul odors often also meant warmth, and I have dealt with the smells of children, disease and rot. It is only the sharpness that bothers me anymore."
"Do I show any damage from the birth," Nicora asks next. "It hurt more this time."
"You.. are a bit saggy in the belly, in truth," Sil admits. "And without fur your stretch-marks will be clear. But.. you don't seem to be bleeding or bruised."
"Saggy?" Nicora asks as she starts feeling her belly to see what Sil means by this. "And I have stretch marks?"
The paunch is a bit.. foldy. The inflation was a bit bigger this time, after all. It's difficult to feel any stretch-marks - and really, Nicora isn't sure she's ever seen any either. Maybe they just look like scars?
"It seems each birth will serve to make me uglier," Nicora says, and even sighs. "Yodhgorphat I may be, but I am still a woman and my appearance matters to me from time to time."
"Really?" Sil asks, genuinely surprised. "Were you not always.. like this?"
"I looked normal before I became a yodh," Nicora claims. "Mother Gorphat shaped me to represent her."
"You had fur.. and no tail?" Sil asks.
Nicora can't help but play with the foldy skin in her paunch. "Yes, but I do not mind how I look now. It is for the good of Babel," she claims, "And I am content in it. I honor each and every touch and blessing Mother Gorphat has given me."
"Even the blinding and.." Sil starts to ask, then thinks better of it. "Of course, she gives us challenges to make us stronger - and her High Priestess must be strongest of all."
"Gorphat does it out of love to make us stronger," Nicora agrees. "I wear this body with pride in her, and her works. Yes, sometimes I falter, but then I just think of Her and all is better."
"I am humbled," Sil says, bowing down. "I know I am not strong, and that serving here will not make me stronger.. but what strength I have I want to.. matter."
"I could ask Mother Gorphat to make you like me, if you wish," Nicora offers.
"I am afraid that I cannot accept such at this time," Sil notes, sounding a bit sad. "I have a family to care for, and they need me as I am."
"A family is just as challenging, but in a different way," Nicora says, "There is no shame in it. If you need to go, that is fine. I need to rest a bit, I think."
Sil bows, and says, "Call out if you need me." Then leaves Nicora to her dark blurry world, where the only two bright clear things are.. tentacle monsters that communicate through farts.
"Well, it could be worse," Nicora thinks as she pushes around some folds of skin with her fingers. She's also oddly thankful for having a clogged nose as it does mute the smell a lot ... and it does feel good to just lie here for now. Every birth is tiring.
"I am impressed," a voice in the dim-dark says. It sounds like.. Gronegk?
"Impressed?" Nicora has to ask. She sits up a little, looking around, though it is rather futile.
There's a silvery shape hunched in the corner. Being all spirit, it's hard for the demon to not stand out. "The creatures you give birth to. They can still be affected by a transfer of spirit before birth," the Grok-demon notes.
"I noticed that," Nicora admits as she tries to focus on the demon-shape in the corner. "Why are you in the corner? You know you are welcome to lie beside me," the Yodh notes. "What brings you to my side?"
The lanky demon unfolds and nestles next to Nicora. "I am curious. I want to know if a transfer of essence from one of the Seven can have similar results," he whisper-hisses.
"You want me to bear your child, then?" Nicora asks warily, though she does rest a hand and arm on its chitinous body.
"Yes," Gronegk says, extending his long tongue to lick across Nicora's torso and throat. "We will all want a child."
"What if I politely deline?" Nicora has to ask. She knows how spiny these demons are; their children would be agony.
"You would not deny us," Gronegk claims. "You enjoy us."
Nicora sighs a bit at that. "This is ... unfortunately true," she has to admit. "Do you wish to breed me now? I can assume the proper ... position."
"Yes," Gronegk says. "There is no creature yet ready to be kindled in your womb.. but I will still enjoy it."
Nicora shifts about on the bed, positioning herself, well ... on all fours. Her head is down and her bare behind is arches up, legs spread. The sight is ... hideous, really. Swollen, green discolored fleshlooseness from stretching, and slime dripping.
Gronegk doesn't seem to mind, even giving Nicora a thorough tasting before mounting. And.. well, it does help with the soreness. Gronegk doesn't hurt as much as usual, given the looser nature of things now.
Nicora's sounds give away it ... actually feels pretty good for a demon. Maybe the extra slime makes it better too? Maybe, can she dare to dream, that she will find a moment of elease and pleasure from the unending need Gorphat inflicted on her? It also gives her a moment to see, well, just how much she does sag in the belly now. Can she actually feel it move around underneath her?
There's certainly some play there, nearly lost in the bobbing about of extra breasts. Gronegk doesn't comment on it, if he even notices. It still isn't clear just how the demon sees with that smooth chitin-covered face. But then, why would a demon really care about looks anyway?
Soon Nicora is making sounds of actual pleasure. It is feeling good to her abused and warped body. "I want you to breed me," the Eeee claims in the throes of it all. Maybe it is because of the sensations, or maybe she's admitting to feelings she tries to suppress. The blind Eeee feels ... well, like a demonic plaything, really. Do they serve her or does she serve them?
"I will, before you must face the Challenges," Gronegk promises. "And after me, Hosheb." Given that his essence wouldn't matter at this point, it's possible the demon is just trying to conserve energy by not reaching release - or is sadistically trying to make Nicora experience it multiple times herself. If there's no fountain.. will Gorphat's curse kick in?
The promise actually makes Nicora cry out as Inala's blessings of pleasure attack her body! Maybe the claims of the demon were enough to trigger the reaction? "Gods, what have I become?" she whines to the room, "Mother Gorphat, what have I become?"
"A dutiful daughter," seems to be the reply, but it could just have been in Nicora's head - it's hard to think right now. Gronegk works to exhaust her more than anything, finally releasing her when she's apparently at her limit. "Our children will be beautiful and awe inspiring," he claims as he nuzzles the back of her bare head.
Nicora cries out more times in a row than she has in ... well, a long time! It felt so, so, so, good. It's like a huge tension has been released in her. But ... alas Gorphat will ensure that tension returns in short order. But for now she lies on her stomach, panting, eyes closed. "I will be swollen and proud of your children within me," the tired Eeee claims.
"I will return when you are ready to sire," Gronegk says, and.. fades away. This means that Nicora can now sense Sil cowering out in the hallway, likely summoned by her screams but not willing to enter when it was clear Nicora wasn't alone.
"It is gone," Nicora calls out as she tries to make herself presentable again. Well, as much as she can with her ravaged body.
"Are you unharmed?" Sil squeaks. "I.. I am sorry that I couldn't face the monster.." she blabbers.
Nicora holds up her hand. "I am fine. The creature you saw cares for me. What he was doing felt good," the Yodh admits.
"I... could never be a Yodh," Sil admits. "That thing was terrifying. And.. it serves you? Like the dragon that I've heard about?"
"It serves me. I just provide it outlet for carnal desires," Nicora admits, "The few things that will still touch me. What brings you here again?"
"You were screaming, Mistress," Sil points out.
"In pleasure," Nicora claims, flushing green from embarrassment. "I am sorry to have scared you."
"Is this sort of thing.. common?" Sil asks.
"With me? Yes," Nicora admits.
Taking a deep breath, Sil stands up straight. "Then I will learn to deal with it," she says. "Unless they need me for.. things.."
"No. They focus their needs on me. I satisfy them and they leave others alone. It is one of my sacrifices," Nicora claims. Her blind eyes then look to the floor. "I am sorry, I know my life is .... trying."
"It is certainly exciting," Sil notes. "I thought Temple life was all prayers and... smiting. Not monsters and miracles and.. so many fluids. But I am not complaining!"
"If you want some of the experience I can show you how to ... ooze as I do," Nicora offers.
"The process is enjoyable," Nicora adds.
"I can not tell if you are playing with me or being serious," Sil notes. "I don't think I could perform my duties very well if I was constantly slipping.. and Fon would not find it attractive on me."
"I am actually serious. It involves implanting a worm within you," Nicora explains, then rolls her shoulders. "But I do not wish to affect your relationship with Fon."
"I'm sorry that I cannot be a Yodh, because of my family obligations," Sil says, bowing her head once more. "I can be someone to talk to if you wish, however. And.." She pauses and looks out into the hall, fanning her ears this way and that. When she's satisfied nobody is listening in, and she comes closer and whispers, "I can make some very powerful liqueurs if I have the right ingredients."
Nicora's ear twitches. "If I find I have need of such then I will ask you. Thank you, Sil," the Yodhgorphat says. "I know not what I can talk to you about other than life here and my duties and trials," she adds, "If it ever gets uncomfortable, you have my permission to ask me to stop."
"Oh, I'm sure it'll be a challenge I can overcome," Sil says, smiling (which Nicora sees as a color change in her aura). "Is there anything you need while I'm here? Should I clean up a bit.. or... tuck you in?"
"Clean me, change my bandages, and help me into my bed," Nicora instructs and stands. Her legs wobble a bit; the mating with the demon is still lingering! It felt great, and so far, no punishment pain.
Sil goes about gathering the necessary supplies (like clean water), and begins to clean up Nicora. "For someone who has given birth twice in the past few days, you are holding up very well," she notes.
"I exist to endure. What else can I do?" Nicora asks. She also feels over a spot after Sil cleans, testing the texture of her own skin.
It's still smooth and.. well, very smooth. It's possible that water would roll right off of it.
Nicora resumes holding still and lets the woman work on her. "Be honest with me, how ... ugly am I to other Eeee," she asks. "Those that came earlier were terrified."
"If you were a regular woman, you would be hideous," Sil admits, honestly. "But as a Yodhgorphat.. well.. you are glorious. You literally ooze spirituality.. uh.. poor choice of words, or not. Did you know that you glow? Nobody can see you and not recognize the hand of the Kindly Ones at work."
"I am aware I glow," Nicora admits as she holds still. "And thank you for finding something good in all that I have endured. Dress me, I think I need some rest."
Sil wraps Nicora in fresh bandages, making sure they aren't too tight across sensitive (or leaky) areas. When she's done.. she kisses Nicora on the forehead, as if she would a child. "Sleep well, Lady Scourge," she offers.
Nicora looks mischievous for a moment. "Were you not faithful and ... a friend, I would kiss you as I did the boys earlier," she admits as she finds and crawls into the bed made for her. For the moment, no major urge is tormenting her, and her gut is silent. A small bit of peace for a change ... and her blind eyes close.