"Good luck dolls!" a hawker calls out from a new booth, which is seeing a good bit of traffic. "Get one while you can! Half of all proceeds go to the Undercity Mission! Help the less fortunate while helping yourself!"
"What do you suppose that's about?" Tulani asks Pierce as they enter the Plaza on their way to Slaves to Art.
"Well, if it is honest, they're helping fund the mission near the Temple of Gorphat ... catbutt," Pierce signs to Tulani, then smiles ever so sweetly.
"You're a catbutt too you realize," Tulani points out, and gooses Pierce. "Let's take a closer look."
Pierce, who is virtually naked, just purrs at Tulani after the goose. Mostly decorated in all his jewelry glory and the veils, the cat follows behind Tulani to check out what is being sold.
The booth is selling dolls of various sizes and materials, from carved wooden figures to larger, comically proportioned plush ones. They're all of the same subject though: Yodhgorphat Nicora. The most expensive ones are painted wood and idol-sized, and have all of Nicora's tattoos in pretty good detail (bandage wraps sold separately). The plush ones are.. cute? They lack the tattoos, but keep the greenish-white tint. They're also fluffy, and all eight of the breasts are a bit large. "Made by Undercity artisans!" the hawker claims, "Using only the finest materials! Support the Mission and bring good luck and health to your house! Get a squeezy one for each of your children!"
Pierce covers his eyes and runs his paw down his face. "Oh my God, they made Nicora toys. That is ... argh. Tulani will never let me live this down," the savanite thinks, mortified. He's at least thankful he isn't selling any for well, carnal reasons.
"Each one has been anointed with a drop of Holy Ichor from the Yodhgorphat herself!" the hawker goes on to claim. And indeed, there's is a subtle, familiar odor to the wares. "Accept no substitutes!"
Tulani picks up one of the plush toys with a big green, and squeezes it. It produces a blaaart sound. "Do you have any life-sized ones?" she asks the vendor.
Pierce looks towards Tulani now, trying to judge her reaction. The question makes Pierce's brow arch and he has to wonder why she would want that.
"Not at the moment, but we are going to be getting some Holy Maggot plushes in next week," the vendor notes.
Pierce is secretly grateful they don't have one! The mere idea of such is terribly wrong.
"I'll take an idol and two plushes then," Tulani says, getting out her purse. The prices are surprisingly high, considering the amount of business going on. The wooden idol is 30 shekels, and the plushes are 5 apiece. The vender also provides an actual written receipt.
The Sphynx hands a plush toy to Pierce. "We could hang it from your loincloth," she says with a grin.
Pierce's brow arches again. "Why did you buy those and why would you want to?" he finally signs to her in question.
"You can have the real thing for private time if you want," Pierce points out.
"To show support of course," Tulani says. "And also to check and see if they're really being made in the Undercity and how much actually gets there."
"Ah, good point. Of course if you don't know how many they sell you won't have any reference to use to find out," the savanite points out.
Tulani waves the receipt. "They keep records. Charities have to now by law, so they can be audited," she notes. "Otherwise they could claim anything and keep all the money."
"If you get access to the records, that is," Pierce points out, "Sneaky cattbutt."
"Well, I'm sure Nicora could get them if she asked," Tulani claims, and pats Pierce's behind again. They enter the shadow of the upper plaza, and soon arrive at the salon. Helse looks up in surprise from behind the desk. "Well, hello," she says. "I was wondering when we'd see you again." Today she's painted as if she's covered in butterfly-like coolects of varying colors.
"I think Tulani has decided I needed to suffer more," Pierce signs while his pierced ears wiggle about. "Nice to see you too."
"Oh, so you want me to work Pierce extra hard today?" Helse asks Tulani after Pierce's comment. She also holds a hand out for the statuette, while Sephia has slithered over to look at the plush doll Pierce is carrying.
Pierce holds up the plushie for the serpent to inspect. The cat's expression is ... flat. His left ear twitches too.
"Oooo," Sephia coos. "LookS TaSty, doeSn't it?"
"Not to me," Pierce admits in sign. "Hideous."
Sephia gives Pierce a long lick up his left cheek. "You are TaSty too," she points out. "Do you thinK that I am?"
Pierce counters and licks the serpent right back. "Of course I do. I have licked you in many places after all," the savanite notes, then grins.
"I have to go check on some things," Tulani says. "Feel free to use Pierce however you like!" she adds with a wink, before goosing the cheetah and exiting the salon.
Pierce chirps! He glares at the departing feline and grumbles to himself.
Helse grins at Pierce, and says, "Why don't you head to the back room and I'll be with you in a moment, Pierce."
Pierce' ears wiggle, then turns and heads towards the back chamber. His tail and hand runs along Sephia's length as he goes.
The room beyond the bead curtain is just as Pierce remembers it, smelling of bit of reptile of course. It isn't long before Helse and Sephia arrive, the Naga carrying a closed wooden box.
Pierce has settled himself on one of the sets of pillows used as the bed for reptiles in the back room. He lifts his hand and wiggles his fingers towards them in a wave of sorts. "I feel like I was missed," he teases in sign.
"Of course we missed you," Helse says, as she kneels next to Pierce.. and removes his loincloth. "Haven't you missed us?" she asks coyly.
"Well ... I might have missed being your slave a little, yes," Pierce replies in sign, amused. "I do find I enjoy being here." Loincloth off, the cat is fully fitted with his piercings and chain as usual, but Helse and the staff already know the combination to the lock.
Helse doesn't undo the lock just yet. Instead she smiles and tells Pierce, "Why don't you show me how much you've missed me then? Do well and I'll undo the chastity lock."
Pierce chirps, smiles, then signs, "Of course, Mistress." His hands come up and the savanite starts just caressing the bat, feeling her and her bodywork under light pawtips. He works slow and only after a minute does he lean in to nibble ... and that he starts at her neck once his hands reaches her chest.
The bodypaint is flavored. Each color of coolect is slightly different. The ones over her breasts are sweet, while the one between her thighs is a bit tart.
Pierce is slow and thorough. He does not nurse on her, because ... well, the blessing would be hard to explain! So, he nibbles around, but never on, a nipple. His hands continue as he works dow and down until they are coiled around her hips because his nose is nicely buried between her legs. Where he's licking and nibbling now, well ... the forked tongue with its studding comes into its own there!
Helse coos and wiggles, and runs her hands through Pierce's mop of short brown hair. "Sephia.. remove the lock," she says, and the Naga reaches under Pierce to do so.. and fondles him once the chain is removed for good measure.
And Pierce is ... very good! Aroused, but he doesn't act on it. He wasn't given permission to, after all. No, the savanite stays right where he is, his tongue quite inside the Eeee. The nosering proves useful too, since it rubs in a very sensitive spot.
The Eeee continues to squirm, until she shudders and gasps. She makes a gesture to Sephia, who pulls Pierce up and then rolls him onto his back, so her Mistress can mount him from the dominant position.
Pierce chirps as he finds himself on his back! Not unexpected, though and the feline is grinning widely with a wet face. He's enjoying this.
Helse gets into position straddling the cat.. and doesn't bother working up to anything. She goes right to full-speed, grinding away with abandon since she's already had her warm up.
The cat's reaction is to hiss! And arch his back! The blankets and pillows also get a workout from his claws. He doesn't really have movement control in this position, so Helse is completely in control ... and at the rate she is going; he's going to 'explode' rather quickly!
Sensing this, Helse slows down.. just enough. She wants to prolong things. Sephia has opened the box meanwhile, and is removing a bottle of alcohol and some cotton puffs.
Pierce isn't paying attention to Sephia at all. His focus is on the Eeee, the one his hands how grip the hips of, as she takes him and ... well, her demeanor makes it clear under no certain terms that she owns him for the time being. It really isn't a bad life, the cat has to admit. If the worst happened, he could live here.
It's harder to ignore Sephia when she starts dabbing alcohol-soaked cotton on the bridge of Pierce's nose, right between his eyes. Then she produces another small empty bottle with a rubber drum-cap, and uses it to milk one of her fangs.
This causes Pierce's brow to arch. One hand comes off Helse' hip so he can sign the question, "What exactly are you doing...?" He then gasps and growls slightly as he feels ... well, Helse is skilled.
The milked venom is applied to a long needle by Sephia, while Helse continues to hold Pierce's attention.. but speeding up and slowing down at the last moment, keeping him at a constant plateau without letting him actually release.
Poor Pierce's eyes are clenches shut! The Eeee is driving him crazy and anything he does to try and speed it up enough she counters! Evil, evil, evil. But, at least he isn't looking at that long needle...
Not seeing the needle doesn't help much, when Sephia's hand grabs the top of the cheetah's head to hold him still and the needle pokes into the bridge of his nose! It hurts until the venom numbs the spot.. but the needle is moving slowly and carefully through the cartilage. Helse starts to twist about then, as well.
Pierce's eyes jerk open and he draws in a pained hiss! He was not quite expecting this! But ... he's also not stupid enough to jerk away since the needle is already a fair way into his nose! The venom helps, but ... it still hurts as it goes deeper before the venom can kick in.
Of course, with his eyes opened he can see the needle being pushed into him, since it's right in front of his eyes. It finally makes it through to the other side.. but is still going in, to widen the tunnel.
"Ow, ow!" Pierce instinctively thinks, even though the venom has numbed it to the point it feels like an odd stretching pressure. "Why do I come here again?!?!" he wonders.
Once the needle is at it's thickest point, Helse moves her hips in a way that triggers Pierce's release, finally!
The feline shudders and cries out as another part of him also 'cries out'! It is probably some of the best physical pleasure he has had in a while, and it felt so, so good. It is easy to forget the joys of the physical when living as a Yodhgorphat. Hands drop and dig into the pillows again as his eyes clench shut and he ... rides the enjoyment.
Helse doesn't stop, but does go a bit easier on the cat. "Oh my, you must have been pent up. Tulani not tending to you properly?" she asks.
"We have been too busy for this sort of thing," the savanite signs with a shaky hand. He goes limp back into the pillows and ... enjoys the bat's continued 'treatment'.
At least for Pierce, having a hole through his bridge won't change his 'voice' any. And Sephia doesn't seem about to remove the needle yet. She's busy preparing something new, with her back turned.
Helse leans forward, lying against Pierce's chest. "You poor thing. We'll have to make you purr more," she says.
"That doesn't involve putting more holes in me?" Pierce actually signs to the Eeee. His free arm does curl around Helse though to cuddle her.
"Well, we have to fill the holes you have first," Helse notes, and taps the end of the needle. "Green, I think. Gold might be lost against your fur. Or something sparkly, like faceted glass? What do you think?"
Pierce winces slightly. "Green," he agrees. "Sparkly might be distracting."
Sephia returns with a polished chitin rod, and begins backing out the needle. She inserts the rod in the side that the needle tip vanishes from, and pushes it in while the needle is pulled out. Two small balls of green marble are screwed onto the ends of the rod.
"You two have a weird way of showing you like me," Pierce signs after all is done and he's trying to look at the green balls almost cross-eyed. He can't really see them, thankfully.
"We want you to look nice," Helse notes. "And always have something to remember us by."
"I do not already look nice?" Pierce signs.
"Yes, but you can always look fancier," Helse notes, and kisses Pierce on the nose before climbing off of him.
Pierce ears wiggle and he sits up. Now maybe he can see what Sephia was also working on, or if it was just the bar and green balls. "Have things been okay in the shop in my absence?" he inquires of Helse in sign.
"Well, we've had a few people come 'round looking for you," Helse notes. "We've dealt with that by hanging a little ribbon out on the sign when you're in."
Sephia finishes packing things away, then slithers over and coils around Pierce.
Pierce dips his head. "I am sorry that I was unable to be available for them. Are they to come back?" he signs in question. Soon he's looking back up at Sephia who has coiled around him.
"If they see the ribbon, I'm sure they'll drop by," Helse says with a grin. Sephia curls in a bit tighter around Pierce, and starts nuzzling his chest.
Pierce pets Sephia's head. "Yes?" he signs to the coiled serpent.
"TasTy," Sephia hisses, and dips lower. "TastIcals.." Then the tongue comes out.
Pierce grrrmphs and jerks when the tongue hits. "Your snake is misbehaving," he signs to Helse, smirking.
"She is only trying to get your snake to wake up again," Helse says, brushing down her fur and heading for the doorway. "I'll be at the desk if anyone needs me!" she says happily.
Given how Sephia has coiled around him, the cat isn't going anywhere. So ... he has to let her do what she wants! Oh woe! He'll likely need a nap afterward. This place always gives him a workout. So, he sits back, arches his back ... and enjoys.
And under the educated tongue of Sephia, things do wake up again! So Pierce finds himself under a rather heavy Naga soon after. "I wiSh you to Dominate," she hisses and gives a sexy wiggle.
Pierce goes pfft! "I am terrible at that!" the cat claims as he tries to get the serpent to roll over so that he's at least on top. Hard to do, she's heavy!
While Sephia seems content to wrestle for a bit, she does eventually roll over.. mostly. She has a lot of flexibility after all. "Do not be Gentle," she requests.
Pierce obliges! He digs his hand and toes claws in, his head lowers and he bites on to part of the serpent, and he starts to roughly take her! His movement is hard and fast, his thin body pounding against her muscular one. It is unlikely he could ever inflict any real damage, so he goes at it like an animal!
The Naga laughs and hisses and squirms.. and also bites back, but not with her fangs. She claws a bit at Peirce's back, jostling the rings embedded there, and slaps at his rear with her tail, as if whipping him into further frenzy.
The savanite only bites down harder when hit! Claws dig more too! His pace ... well, it was already frenetic; it just gets even harder and harsher under the 'encouragement'. No thinking at this point, really; the cat is in a rut.
And being a cheetah, he's got the speed and leverage to back it up. Sephia is hissing in pleasure before much longer, her tail curling up between Pierce's legs as she really flexes the long muscles. "Ahhh," she hisses. "SssSoo nice and FAST.."
And surprisingly the cat keeps going for a while longer! Helse worked him through the one that would trigger quick, so his body makes him work for the second. And work. And work some more. It is minutes after Sephia finds her enjoyment before his body lets him enjoy it again! His jaws have to release because he has to hiss, mewl, and even bark. A bit of time passes, then the cat just slumps down on top of the serpent, spent.
The happy Naga, rolls to the side to let the cheetah rest, and slithers out.. only to return a moment later with a jar of balm, which she applies to Pierce's overworked serpent. "MussSt remember to uSe more lubricant neXt time.." she hisses apologetically.
Pierce hisses and waves his hand. "Prefer it natural with you," he signs in a tired hand. "No need for anything extra." Besides, alter-egos of his has had way too much lubrication for too long.
Sephia is gently as she massages in the ointment. "There is someone here to Sssee you," she notes. "Should I Send her in?"
Pierce sits up at this news. "Who?" he signs in question. "I am not sure I can be of service, but I can sign."
"The taSty looking bunny," Sephia notes. "She comeS around often during the day."
"Ah. Her. Yes, she can come back," Pierce agrees. That doe is fond of him for some reason; probably because he helped save her. In any event, he would never refuse her visit.
Honey soon arrives, dressed in her all-concealing cloak. "You're here! I was worried you were ill or something," she says, sitting down next to the cheetah.
"No, I was just busy with Tulani," Pierce signs as he pats a nearby pillow. "What brings you here? There are more important things to spend your time on than a lowly slave."
"Well, Fluffer was hoping for a day off," Honey notes.. and moves behind the cheetah to start massaging his shoulders. "And everyone really liked you last time you came."
"Ah, so you wish me to work in your household for a day again?" Pierce signs. "I would need to clear that with Tulani but I do not expect it to be an issue."
"Of course," Honey says, and kisses the back of Pierce's neck. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Of course I did," Pierce signs as he relaxes and slouches down into the cushions. "Have things gone well? What have you been up to?"
"It's been interesting," Honey notes. "More new faces. Usually it's all regulars. And I did a six-person birthday party by myself! Jumped out of a cake and everything. It was a stretch, but my usual partner wasn't around that night."
"Who is your usual partner? I do not remember," Pierce admits in sign. "And I am surprised parties have been going on given the state of the city."
"Nikky the Tail," Honey says. "Oh, when a boy reaches his sixteenth birthday, it's practically a tradition to take him to Paradise now. We don't charge the birthday boy. Or girl, sometimes. Fluffer is hired to break in a lot of those. He's non-threatening and all.." The Lapi pushes Pierce forward a bit to get to his lower back.
Pierce just falls forward and ends up on his stomach instead. He shifts a bit, so that his legs are stretched out too. "Aha, now I understand," he signs. He even tries to nod, but that doesn't work too well. "I bet Fluffer twitches when he's asked to break in a boy," he signs, amused.
"Not anymore," Honey claims. "Once he practiced enough, he felt more confident." She kneels on Pierce's legs.. and starts kneading his butt like it's two loaves of bread dough. "Do you twitch? Oh wait... you're a stud. Probably don't see a lot of guy action!"
"I have been curious," Pierce admits in sign, "But I have never been with a male." He also has to admit the massage feels nice. Much nicer than how he ever feels as Scourge in the Temple.
Encouraged by the 'curious' comment, perhaps, Honey starts working between the cheeks, her fingers getting a bit more playful. "I get guys like that a lot! I've got lots of differently sized toys to work on them with."
Pierce squirms! "What, you don't hand them over to your brother, then?" he asks in sign in between the squirming. His tail lashes too; her hands feel odd where they are.
"Oh, they always start with me," Honey says. "It's easier if it's a girl, see? Removes the whole male dominance aspect, I suppose." She's really massaging there now, where Pierce has not been massaged before. "I can stop if you're uncomfortable though. I don't have my toys with me.. but I can improvise!"
"No, it isn't exactly uncomfortable," Pierce admits in sign as he still squirms around a little bit. "I'm used to being dominated so to speak, I'm a slave."
"Well, I want you to enjoy it," Honey says. "I'm not the dominatrix type. We have Melony the Rhian for that. She's got a whip and everything." Now the probing begins.
Pierce makes an interesting expression! It isn't one of being in any discomfort, just one of ... /odd/. "/Well, that feels different," he signs over her shoulder as he tries to hold still better.
"Now for the medical part," Honey says, and the finger goes all the way in. And starts moving around too!
This makes Pierce chirp and squirm! After a few seconds, the cat actually purrs ... in spite of himself! Something feels good.
Honey finds the right spot and starts rubbing. Direct stimulation of the prostate.. even one that's as tired as Pierce's.. has an immediate, if dry, result.
The feline purrs, then jerks a few times .... then seems to relax into the pillows with a shiver. "Okay, that felt rather nice," he signs, also seemingly surprised by his own reaction.
Honey pulls out, and excuses herself for a moment. She runs to the bathroom to wash her hands, apparently, then returns. "I know all the tricks to make a man release over and over and over again," she boasts.
Pierce' ears wiggle and he rolls onto his side. "So I felt," he signs as he relaxes, then yawns widely. "Can you come back tomorrow? I will be more rested and I will have had time to talk to Tulani about visiting," he signs to the doe, then pats the spot. "You can also rest here with me. I need a nap."
"Alright!" Honey says, and sheds her cloak to cuddle up naked against the cheetah.
Pierce curls a bit around the doe and settles in. He's tired. It has been a busy and painful afternoon. But ... even the worst pain here seems like nothing anymore, he has to admit. all the time in Gorphat's temple made him a lot tougher. So, it had some value after all. Maybe even some day the nightmares will subside! Or maybe he'll have a restful, dreamless nap. That would be fine too.
Snowcora finds herself.. in a warm bath. The tub is clear glass, raised up on golden claw feet. There isn't any obvious plumbing to explain where the warm water came from, but there are bottles of scented oils on a nearby glass shelf that seems to just hang in the air. The walls are far off, with the tub in the center of a circular chamber.. on an island in the middle of a larger pool. There are dark elves 'frolicking' in the water, if that's what the exaggerated splashing and giggling is all about.
"Of course. It must be time for the center of all evil to try and corrupt me again," Snowcora remarks rather dryly as she reaches for one of the bottles to rub upon herself.
The first one smells flowery, if alien. And that's when someone starts brushing her hair from behind as well.
So, Snowcora looks over her shoulder to see who is brushing her hair.
It's a dark elf of course, but far more 'rough' looking than the usual, idealized elf-men. He even has a light scar across his left eye, so it must be Vorgulremik. "Do you want the oil in your hair as well?" he asks. There isn't much to do about disguising his voice.. it still feels heavy and gravely.
"Ah, there you are. Trying to be sneaky as usual," Snowcora remarks while waving around one of the bottles of oil. She sniffs it again, then holds it back over her shoulder towards the disguised dragon. "Enjoy yourself," she adds.
The oil is added in to the brushing, and eventually finds its way to Snowcora's scalp via massaging (if somewhat hard) fingers. "How have you been?" the dragon asks, as if trying to make small-talk.
"Oh, finding less time to hide. I have to go on the final path soon to finish dealing with the Sisters. Then it is a matter of dealing with the General," Snowcora remarks while she relaxes in the tub. May as well enjoy it before it becomes a nightmare.
The massage moves to the pale woman's shoulders. "So many expect so much from you," he says. "I can help, if you wish. Dealing with evil creatures is something I have a lot of experience with, after all. What is the purpose of this challenge path you face?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. I have to do this myself to show Babel can be retaken from creatures such as yourself," Snowcora notes.
"What's the harm in telling me what the challenge will be?" the elf-dragon asks, and bends down to lick Snowcora's ear. At least as an elf, his tongue is warm.
"Because I don't know what they are yet," Snowcora claims, and it is rather true. "I climb a mountain, I find out."
"Ah, a Babelite tradition," Vorgulremik says, moving his hands further down and into the water to massage Snowcora's breasts now. "The Hero's Path. With seven challenges, probably?"
"Grabby, aren't you?" Snowcora remarks, amused. "Yes, with seven challenges. Aren't you the nosy one."
"I have little else to occupy my time than to be nosy," Vorg claims, and sticks his nose against the side of Snowcora's neck. "The condemned can fixate on almost anything to take their mind off of their inevitable fate, after all." Then he licks her.
Snowcora is quiet for a bit. "Why not occupy yourself with hedonistic activities with the others here?" she asks simply. "Far less stressful than focusing on other things."
"I am their god," Vorgulremik claims. "Would you mate with someone who was not at least an equal? They don't interest me."
"If I was bored? Yes," Snowcora answers simply.
"Is this about your unusual children?" Vorg asks, still kneading away. This causes the water to get a little cloudy as the milk producing glands are stimulated. "I have had my fun with my underlings. Some still remain fused to the walls and floor of my cavern. I have to try and please you, however. Don't I please you?"
"Ah, but if I answer that you would either try harder, or stop trying. Neither are particularly good outcomes as then I lose control of the situation," Snowcora notes with a smirk. She also has to shift about a bit because the kneading reactions are, well, distracting.
"Do you enjoy being in control then?" Vorgulremik asks. "Should I let you take the lead this time?" He reaches down a bit further with one hand, now that Snowcora is in a slightly more convenient position.
Snowcora laughs. "I like being in control while enjoying the illusion of not being in control," she claims. "It makes perfect sense."
"Ah, so you do enjoy our time together," Vorgulremik 'purrs' to her as he starts getting frisky with his fingers. "I should just do with you as I please then, believing that I am the one in charge?"
Snowcora laughs as she squirms about thanks to the exploring fingers. "Yes, well, I probably wouldn't complain about that. At least not in any serious sense," she remarks.
"And what do you suppose I should do first?" the elf asks, and moves around to the side of the tub to kiss Snowcora on the lips.
Snowcora smirks after the kiss. "If you're supposed to be in control, isn't that up to you?" she counters, then actually bites him lightly on the nose tip.
"Very well then," the elf says, and gets into the tub! There's a lot of sloshing since it's not exactly a two-person tub! When the water settles, he's on the bottom, holding Snowcora in his lap.
"Oh oh! Planning to spear the maiden on your magic spear, hmm?" the albino teases as she taps the dark elf on the forehead. "You would have never done this with Nicora."
"Nicora seems to enjoy being uncomfortable," Vorgulremik points out. "You revel in the sensual though. And.. this incarnation is best suited to your notion of being in control but also being controlled. Isn't that how it was when you first encountered Snow? Who was leading whom?"
"Oh she was completely in control," Snowcora says flatly. "And it is Nicora's duty to be uncomfortable and endure it."
"I do not wish for you to merely endure me," Vorgulremik claims. "Not at this point. Is that egotistic of me? It has been a long time since I thought of such things." He also begins wiggling about and against Snowcora.. and is pretty 'ready for anything' from the feel of it.
Snowcora shifts, lifts up, then promptly impales herself on the Elf in a smooth motion. "I didn't think you ever thought about such things. You actually caring about what someone else feels? Impossible," she insists.
"Well.. more about how I am perceived by someone, I suppose," the elf notes, and runs his hands up and down Snowcora's sides as she settles onto him. "For a long time, there simply wasn't anyone else: just competition. I come from a dragon-eat-dragon world, after all."
Snowcora laughs. "And you don't see me as competition? At all? These bodies are all illusionary. You know the real person," she points out. Her hands come up to just rest on his chest where her fingers tap.
"What is wrong with illusion?" Vorgulremik asks, reaching up to jiggle Snowcora a bit. "Is there no truth in it? Can you really say you are just a gypsy boy still, and not something that transcends the notion of physical identity? You see me now as I would truly look as an elf. Dark, scarred, ugly. I have no reason to hide what I am from you, I only wish for you to understand me."
"Oh, I still have a sense of self. I'm just a very good actor," Snowcora claims while she can still talk. This body tends towards the sexual, so as things rise her focus will fade.
Vorgulremik doesn't stay placid. He begins to gyrate, and squeeze and pinch. The usual rules are suspended, at least in the sense of water being a terrible lubricant. And no matter how much water gets sloshed over the side, the level in the tub never seems to change much.
Snowcora is content to stop with the talking, close her eyes, and just enjoy it all. If pressed, she would probably admit that sex as a female is a bit more intense than as a male ... possibly due to it having consequences if the species are compatible! Even Nicora started to enjoy birthing in her own demented way after a bit. So, she rides the elf ... and actively massages back, and even nips and bites now and then.
Things reach a crescendo as Vorgulremik sits up and embraces Snowcora, face buried in her bosom and water splashing high enough that it comes down like a shower. Even the claw-feet of the tub are starting to creak as if under too much stress.
True to form, Snowcora cries out when Inala's pleasures roll through her body, sending her into ecstasy. She's also hugging the dark elf as the water rains down around her.
"So," Vorg says from between Snowcora's breasts, "may I now indulge in a bit of illusion-of-power over you?"
Snowcora actually giggles, high from the rush. "Go right ahead," she murmurs.
The world goes dark then. The giggling and splashing go away, replaced by silence.. and the clinking of metal. When the light returns, Nikaira finds herself on her back, wrists and ankles shackled to chains that hold her down on the floor of the barren main cavern.
Nikaria cackles. "Ah, ravishing the form of your jailor. Why am I not surprised?" the dragon croons, terribly amused by the situation.
Vorgulremik looms over the bound dragoness. "Oh no, not merely ravishing," he rumbles, then begins to caress and lick. "I want you to experience ecstasy. This is my revenge."
Nikaira laughs! "Hah! I doubt you can compete with those I have been with," she claims as she doesn't even squirm.
The big steel dragon doesn't reply, as his tongue is busy. Even though it's a bit cold.. it's still long and raspy and flexible. And Nikaira's tail isn't shackled either.. she's free to wack him with it if she wants.
So of course, she does! The steel dragon gets repeated thwacks on his sides and back from her tail. She continues to try and remain motionless too. It is a good thing she cannot get pregnant in this place.
The big drake is undeterred.. and perhaps a little extra excited by the tail-thumps! He does move up a bit though, and reapplies his tongue to the dragoness's breasts next while settling himself into her. It isn't clear that he's really thinking about what he's doing though.
Nikaira growls when her body is invaded! "I didn't say you could do that!" she complains as her tail-thumping gets worse! "I am not some steel dragon pleasure toy!"
"Are you unhappy?" Vorgulremik asks, then bites Nikaira's neck in a rather exciting way.
"I didn't say that either!" Nikaira barks, then resumes her growling. She might just be channelling Kaira as it is, she wouldn't be caught dead being laid by a steel dragon.
The drake returns to kneading and suckling for a bit, with just a few teasing lower body motions.. and then immediately lunges into high-speed, high-force rutting and biting.
In spite of herself, Nikaira ends up gasping, hissing, moaning ... and of course, growling! There is always lots of growling; particularly when being rutted hard! Her time as Nicora seems to have gotten her to like it a bit rough. After all, Nicora's 'husband' is Hosheb, so to speak and that creature is not built for pleasure!
Things change. Or 'chains' rather. The chains are moving, tugging Nikaira into different positions (and even elevating her into the air). These are usually done so that Vorgulremik can get better leverage and apply even more force! And being suspended means there's no surface for the impacts to dampen into, meaning they travel up and down her body instead.
"I still hate you!" Nikaira claims ... in between gasps, hisses, and a lot of squirming! She won't dare admit she is enjoying the chains and the lack of control. Only Nicora ever admits that! No dragon would.
"Yessss, but you should be able to hate me at least.. three more times," Vorgulremik says, taking advantage of the current position to bite Nikaira on the back of the neck. He reaches around to 'milk' her with his hands (which would be one of Hortense's sexualized-humiliation hobbies, just without the machine) since she's currently being kept on her hands and knees. This isn't the best position for her tail, when the drake leans over her. But it's not like everything else isn't sore already anyway!
And sadly, this position has become a favorite, and it seems to have passed among the forms. So even if it has its discomfort, it makes her twitch, growl, and otherwise squirm! She also actually finds herself missing Hortense! She actually likes how that feline treats her.
Vorgulremik is definitely rougher than Hortense - who was more into the thrill of 'helplessness' and objectification than anything else. But he probably would use the same techniques if asked nicely. As it is, the challenge is more about not scraping the scales off of her knees from the force of the drake's thrusts.
Nikaira is ... well, she's a bit too into the rut to even consider asking for Hortense treatment! Besides, she can visit the cat if she really wants it anyway. The real thing is better than a fake one, after all. About all she can vocalize is a lot of growling.
Eventually, Vorgulremik gets tired of the old-fashioned position, and forces Nikaira unto her back again.. well, her shoulders are on the ground, anyway. The rest of her is hoisted into the air, so the steel drake can stand up while he ruts, giving him the most 'room' to pull back before each lunge. It also puts him as high as possible over the dragoness, in the most dominating position.
And this also makes it possible for Nikaira to resume her tailbeating of the evil dragon! whack whack whack! goes her tail even as she groans from the intensity of the rut! She'd deny it, but it does feel rather good.
The tail-beating seems to send Vorg over the edge! He digs his claws into Nikaira's hips and pumps rapidly, so she can feel his release (which is very hot, in contrast to the usual coolness of his body).
And Nikaira arches her back and growls at a pitch that makes the room feel like it shakes! The flow of heat into her body is honestly exquisite. Being able to feel the flow, the spread ... just makes her shudder! It brings back many memories of her body serving as a vessel.
The chains go slack now (although Vorgulremik does not). He lowers Nikaira to the ground and lays atop her, licking and nuzzling at her neck.. and not trying to tear it out or anything.
And Nikaira lies there, collecting her breath and coming down from the 'high' of the experience. "I still hate you," she manages to mutter after several minutes of recovery and licking.
"As long as you continue to enjoy hating me," the evil dragon says. "At least as much as I enjoy receiving it."
Nikaira's response is to blow a raspberry.
"Do I need to do something cruel now?" Vorgulremik asks. "In order to complete the experience for you?"
Nikaira laughs. "That is up to you," she claims and rolls her shoulders. "It is not required."
"But will you properly hate me still without it?" the dark dragon asks, one eyeridge raised.
"I hate you regardless," Nikaira claims!
"Juuuust to be sure," the drake says, and then clamps his jaws down on Nikaira's throat. He isn't biting it.. or tearing it out.. but he's slowly asphyxiating her.
Nikaira squirms! She thrashes! But she also knows it will just wake her up. Still, suffocation is not a pleasant way to go ... so it won't be a good way to wake up, either.
When the blackness comes.. Pierce snorts! He's being smothered! When he jerks awake he finds himself looking down at.. a fluffy bunny chest, which is a bit damp from sleep-slobber. He must have nuzzled down into Honey's chest-ruff during his nap.
"I don't get normal dreams. If it isn't Vorgulremik, it is Mordecai. At least I like Moredcai," the savanite thinks as he rolls over and onto his back so that he can breathe easier. His nose ridge is still sore too, and he can feel the bar through it from the light throbbing. "Gods, I am such a slut. I sleep with anything," he thinks.
There's a murmur as Honey wakes up, and rolls over onto Pierce. "Feel refreshed?" she asks, and nuzzles at the cheetah's throat.
Pierce signs, "A bit, yes. How are you feeling?"
"Let's find out," the Lapi says, and sits up. She takes one of Pierce's hands presses it to her breast. "How am I feeling?" she asks with a grin.
Pierce smirks and squeezes. "Soft," he signs with his free hand. "They would be bigger if you had a few children."
"I wonder if that's how Nikky got her's then," the doe ponders. "Know any handsome single bucks you could send my why then?" she teases.
Pierce has to think, then shakes his head. "No, I do not," the savanite signs. "So, you wanted me to come back to Paradise with you?"
"We don't have to go back," Honey purrs, and pulls Pierce's face back into her bosom. "I'd have to share you then.. But my brother could use a break, and everyone likes a little change now and then.."
"So, I have to tend to you first, then go?" Pierce signs while his head his buried! "Will I get paid? Mistress wants payment for my services."
"Oh.. I forgot about that part," Honey pouts, but then says, "Good thing I brought money! Do you want to be the wild Savanite hunter, coming across a poor lost doe in the jungle.. saving her from horrible beast and claiming your reward?"
Pierce rubs his forehead, then his ears wiggle. "Well, you can be free ... but I would have to have money from Paradise," he signs as he considers the suggestion. "And I suppose I could do that. Hm. I also can show you a technique taught by the Inala trainers." And this starts with a rather complex massage of the doe's chest! Granted he's trying to make it look all magical for when he starts to suckle on her ... he can claim that's why she'll start lactating!
"Oooo, that.. Bara didn't teach us this.." Honey says, squirming. "We'll do the wild hunter bit for the audience maybe. I've always wanted to direct.."
And Pierce starts nursing while the doe plots! He half-expects the doe might freak out when things ... flow!
Instead, the doe squeaks, "Herbs she said! That little liar! This is her secret isn't it?" She's also very relaxed from it. "I can't wait to have babies now.. this is nice."
"Secret? Who? Nikky? Might be? Some herbs can do it too I have heard," Pierce claims in sign as he just happily nurses away like a coney.
"But this is much better.." the doe coos, rubbing the back of Pierce's head. "How long does it last?" she asks.
"Couple hours, maybe? A bit less," Pierce claims in sign. It hasn't ever lasted that long ... except for Nicora, which was to make her uncomfortable.
"And you can do this for any girl?" Honey asks. "Even Melony the Rhian?"
"Probably? I would have to try and she would need to be receptive," Pierce signs.
"I'm sure she'll enjoy it," Honey says. "She might be large, but I'm sure you can handle her. Fluffer uses a rubber glove that goes to his elbow.. you're bigger though."
Pierce's ears wiggle. "I am sure I can figure out a way," the savanite claims, "I have been heavily augmented to be a perfect pleasure toy."
"I like the augmented part," Honey admits. "Can you.. keep nursing while making love to me? That is definitely something I've never experienced.."
"Yes, I can do that," Pierce signs and resumes nursing. He shifts about and soon while he's in the middle of nursing ... he's also impaled the doe with his augmented bits! The cat gets right to the point.
The doe squirms and mutters and makes other happy sounds. The stereotype of 'a happy Lapi doe is either nursing babies or making them' actually seems to apply in the case of Honey. She's also very warm and soft and vulnerable, which seems to kindle a little predatory thrill somewhere in Pierce's chest.
And yet Pierce tries to be very gentle here. He can save savagery for the stage. Right now it is just leisurely mating with the doe. Slow and smoldering intensity, in other words, augmented by the suckling.
That seems to be novel enough that Honey has several peaks during it. Slow and gentle isn't usually the norm in Paradise after all. But the likelihood of her stalking Pierce isn't as high.. she may just get a boyfriend.
After a few peaks, the savanite does speed up to make it a bit more intense for a final burst! It also gives him the point he too can find release! So when the doe's last cry comes, the feline chirps and shivers too!
"Are you allowed to have a slave?" Honey asks a bit breathlessly. "Is Tulani supposed to be back soon, so I can ask her about you coming to the club?"
"I am not allowed, no. Why?" Pierce inquires in sign as he rolls to the side to relax again. "And she should be back this evening unless something comes up."
"I guess I'll have to wait here then," Honey says, mock sufferingly. "Whatever shall I do.. And then.. Helse looks in. "You're awake. You have a client." The Savanite wet-nurse peeks in over Helse's shoulder. She's probably got her daughters with her again too..
Pierce ... sighs to himself. No rest for the weary! He tries to wake himself back up as he sits up, then waves them back! "You can help with these," he also signs to the doe.
"I.. can?" the doe asks.. and is surrounded by the two younger cheetahs, who have likely never seen a Lapi before. "Are you too tired?" mama-cheetah signs.
"I will be fine in a couple of minutes, do not worry. What brings you to me today?" Pierce inquires of the wet-nurse.
"You were available today," the woman replies with an ear wiggle and a grin, and then begins taking off her clothes. "We can warm up a bit first then." she signs. The daughters are very excited when they find out Honey gives milk, and start licking on her until the doe is laughing and squealing.
"I am popular, it seems. Even with all the decorations," Pierce signs as he draws in close to the older savanite. As his body recovers from Lapitime, he cuddles up with the other savanite. Gentle caressing and grooming is the order of the day.
At least Pierce isn't asked to tend to the daughters this time. They're happy playing with Honey. And there's no worry about nursing on this partner, since she'd never notice a change. She does wear him out a bit, however, even if she's only there for less than an hour. By the time she leaves, Tulani returns.. or was waiting outside for the Savanites to be finished. "You'll never guess what I found.. oh, Honey? I guess this means you want us to pay the club a visit tonight?"
The Lapi nods a few times, and then falls over in need of another nap.
"She does. Now, what did you find? A replacement for me?" Pierce inquires of the catbutt.
Switching to Sylvanian, Tulani says, "The plush dolls are being made in Greytown, using Undersiders and abandoned Savanites. The ex-slaves are the ones directing things, since they have the skills to teach. Apparently when everyone was trying to get out of the city, the cost of passage-with-protection was very high, so many chose to just leave their slaves behind."
Pierce's brow arches at that. "Now that is very interesting," he signs as he sits up. "I am surprised they are working that well together, but it is a good surprise."
"Not that surprising," Tulani says. "Greytown and Underside both 'strongly dislike' slavery. I didn't find out who is bankrolling it all, but it's probably someone in the whole 'bring them up to the light' movement. Merchants, I'd bet."
Pierce nods slightly. "Possibly. I bet one might be the doe trader I rescued," he signs after thinking for a moment. "She has a huge reason to dislike slavery."
"The one from Rephidim, Buttercup? Butterscotch?" Tulani asks. "I can see the merchant class wanting to get rid of it, so competitors can't just undercut things with slave labor."
Pierce nods in agreement on the name. "What else did you turn up that I should be aware of? The Yodhgorphat missing may start rumors soon enough, but I have to begin the path," he signs.
"They say there was a miracle of Gorphat," Tulani says. "Or rather, proof that there are rewards for facing her challenges. Also that something big is going to happen, that the Yodhgorphat needs to attend to."
"Well, that is helpful then," Pierce signs and yawns a bit. "Soon I have to start the path to my own death."
"Don't be cynical.. it's the path to Babel's rebirth," Tulani says.
"Which means the old must die. You may not like it, but I'm one of the old," Pierce points out.
"Your father is old too, but I doubt he is upping his donations to the Yodhsunala," Tulani says, and wags a finger. "The old can also change. Now, do you need a nap or.." she checks on the snoozing doe, ".. a bite to eat?"
"Probably both," Pierce admits, "Which means leaving here for the nest." So, he stands and stretches a bit. "We'll see her later, so we should get going so there is enough time for both."
"I'm sure she'll be fine in here," Tulani says. "Sephia can keep her company! She likes to curl up around warm fluffy things, doesn't she?" Her smile is a lot more feline this time, as she holds out Pierce's loincloth.
Pierce puts on the loincloch, then swats Tulani on the backside! "Lets go, Catbutt! You need rest too, I promised Honey you would also serve in the club tonight," he signs, then grins with equal felinity.