After Alptraum puts Tulani to bed (and luckily doesn't have to clean her up, as she was able to keep her stomach contents internal), he finds Mave. The Yodhinala is bathing, scrubbing off the last of the mystic blue runes from her fur. There's also an ornate lacquered box next to the tub, with embossed serpents on it.
"You know if you just shaved it all off it would be faster than scrubbing," Alptraum suggests helpfully. "And bonus, if Tulani loses her dinner, that is easier to clean off too."
"I have certain standards of beauty to maintain," Mave notes, half turning her head to look at Alptraum. "Inala is high maintenance."
She also drapes one dripping arm over the edge of the tub to reach down and tap the box. "I found the item you requested."
"Standards? At your age?" Alptraum cannot resist remarking. He also approaches to take a look at the box requested; granted it was requested while he could claim insanity ... so he accepts no responsibility for the contents.
It's about a foot long and four inches deep and wide. The lid is half the height and just sits over the base. "Go ahead and open it," Mave teases. "And standards are even more important at my age."
"That is a big box," Alptraum remarks. He uses his foot to open in as if some horrible monster will jump out at any time.
Inside is a carved ivory tube, ten inches long and three in width. It's carved to resemble a serpent, with a slight bulge at the 'head' end for the jaw peaks. The mouth is 'open' of course, since it's hollow, and the scale texture is very exaggerated (for extra stimulation no doubt). "It's made from the penis bone of a Shriken," Mave says. "Supposedly."
"Good lord, that thing is huge. Who could use such a thing?" Alptraum has to ask, eyes wide. "And the rat doesn't count."
"Well, I assume Nicora could use it," Mave says. "It can't be the biggest thing she's had to deal with, after all."
"Well, maybe," Alptraum has to concede, "That form isn't as, ah, stretched as it used to be." He closes the box and then eyes Mave. "Have you used it?"
"I've had twelve children," Mave notes. "I exercise to reverse the effects of stretching, not encourage them."
"Hah! So you admit it is large!" Alptraum says and points. "Was this a torture device?"
"It was a gift, from a generous pilgrim," Mave claims. "Who would supposedly wear it to prevent any.. excessive stress.. to his member."
"Uh ... huh," Alptraum says as he collects the box. "So, is the energy you wanted being put to good use?"
"It will be," Mave notes. "When the time is right." She then stands up and bends over to get a towel. "How was your night out?"
"Relaxing. Mainly talked with some naga workers about various things. I have something to look into at the docks, but other locations don't seem as bad," A;ptraum notes as he reaches ofer and grabs Mave's butt. "Batbutt!"
The Yodhinala wiggles her grabbed butt. "Oh? Are you volunteering to dry me off, Alptraum?" she asks teasingly.
Alptraum uses claws. "May as well," he concedes and sighs. "Before I have to resume work."
Mave squeaks, and tosses the towel at Alptraum in retaliation for the pinch.
Alptraum smirks and catches the towel. He rolls it up and snaps Mave right in the butt with its tip. The bat then waggles his brow and proceeds to fluff-dry Mave. "You are too easy to tease," he comments.
"I am trained to respond appropriately," Mave claims. "Men like it. Some women too. Nagas not so much."
"What, being pinched?" Alptraum has to ask as he drapes the towel over her head and unceremoniously fluffs it up.
"When a Naga pinches you, it is not teasing," Mave says from within the towel.
"What is it?" Alptraum asks as he ear-dries. This always takes a bit on an Eeee.
"It means.. well, sometimes it is a sign of affection, like a kiss," Mave says. "When you don't have proper lips, you develop other methods. A Naga wouldn't really be hurt by a pinch. The location varies according to the level of intimacy between the pair."
Alptraum ahs. "I'm not that familiar with Naga. You ... I bet you have been with dozens," Alptraum teases as the drying shifts down and out to her wings and back.
"And how many have you been with now?" Mave asks. "I know about the pretty slaves at the salon. They probably adopt mammal mannerisms with Pierce though, don't they?"
"Just one. Or is it two? And yes they do pick up mannerisms," Alptraum agrees, shrugs, and squats so he can dry off Mave's lower half. He also nips her right on the backside.
"Now that is mammalian," Mave notes. "Or just means my butt is irresistible, even to vampires."
"Be thankful I didn't draw blood," Alptraum says with a smirk. He's working on her calves by this point. "Or bite somewhere else."
"Not hungry then?" Mave asks. "Or do I not taste as good as Tulani? Her blood is younger after all.."
"What, you want to have someone drink from your buttcheek?" Alptraum has to ask and rolls his eyes slightly.
"Only certain kinds of vampires do that," Mave claims. "The ones with really big teeth."
Alptraum finishes off Mave's feet and rises. He stretches a bit, then flings the towel to the side. As for Mave, why when he unstretches he pulls Mave into his arms and bites down on her neck without any warning at all! One of these days He'll get her to make a surprised sound.
She does make a surprised sound, a moment or so after the bite. Given some of the appetites of the Yodhinala's more disturbed (but wealthy) donors, this would be pretty tame. At least she tastes and smells flowery, thanks to the bath. But she also purrs to Alptraum, and rubs the back of his neck with one hand. "It's nice to be desired.." she murmurs.
And Alptraum has a meal for a bit, grip quiet and firm. When his jaws do finally release he swats her on the bottom again. "Yes, well, I have to be careful there lest you develop and ego," he teases.
"I serve Inala's ego," Mave notes, and uses the towel to wipe up what blood spilled on her shoulder. "And I serve your desires too, of course. You can do almost anything to me if you wanted. But I don't think you would, except to try and shock me."
"I'm also not nearly as interesting and most of your former worshippers," Alptraum points out, "My tastes and wants are tame."
"But you are a friend, which is different and special," Mave says, and kisses Alptraum.. and then licks his lips too. "Few Yodh can claim to have friends. We have sisters. The Yodhinala have children. That is about it."
"And I'm also both that too," Alptraum points out and taps Mave's nose. "Ones you do not care for."
"I care for you," Mave insists. "Do I seem uncaring? I care that you decided to serve Gorphat so.. thoroughly. I care about my children. At least, I know where to find them."
"That form serves her. Not all forms do," Alptraum points out and shrugs. "And it has been useful, I would not have been able to enter the forbidden zone without her help."
"You still care about me, don't you?" Mave asks, making her eyes seem bigger.
"Hmm, I have to think about that," Alptraum teases. He doesn't keep the act up long, at least. He kisses the tip of Mave's nose in reply. "And of course I do."
"Good, that means a lot to me," Mave says, and then sighs. "You're going back to the Temple of Gorphat now, aren't you?" she asks. "That's why you needed the phallus. I can imagine why, given Gorphat's curses.. sorry.. blessings."
"Probably going back, yes. There are things to do there and people to manage. It is a tiring job. I am looking for an eventual replacement. Need a career change?" Alptraum asks.
"Yodh generally don't do that," Mave notes. "I'm sure than none of the Yodhsunala have become Yodhrinala, despite working side-by-side and doing pretty much the same things, since Sunala claimed Rinala's role along with her own."
"You have no imagination," Alptraum chides as he collects the box again. "I'm sure I'll be back soon. A lot going on and I need sleeping pukey in there to help plan."
"I'll send her along then when she wakes," Mave says. Then smiles and tilts her head, asking, "How did I taste?"
"Ooooold and used," Alptraum teases and winks. "Or very nice..."
"Refined and distilled, like a fine wine," Mave claims, then uses the towel to try and swat Alptraum's butt. "Now, go on, get back to dealing with your charges, before I start to feel guilty about keeping you here."
"Oooo, I like making you fill guilty. Then you do me favors," Alptraum teases and waggles his brow.
"I draw the line at visiting Gorphat's Temple to tend to the sick," Mave notes. "My presence would surely only make them feel worse."
"Not that sort of a favor. Favors in line with Inala," Alptraum points out and taps Mave on the nose again.
"Oh, well.. you know I'm good at those," Mave insists with a smile. "I taught you well, didn't I?"
"Indeed. But since you don't seem to be feeling too guilty, I suppose I should be going," Alptraum notes as he heads for the bathroom exit.
"You'll be back," Mave insists. "If for nothing else.. probably some lube to go with that phallus!"
"Plenty of lube in Gorphat's temple!" Alptraum calls back, smirking.
There's a new addition to the chambers: one corner has been converted into a miniature horrib's nest. The walls and ceiling are covered in the mucilage-like secretions, all to hold a semi-cocooned Eeee girl upside down from the ceiling: Dimity bar Abbas, still paralyzed and unconscious thanks to the tending of Brutus, the biggest of the sacred drones.
"Wow, that is ... nasty-looking," Nicora has to admit as she approached the coccooned woman. She's bald and naked and looking none-too-appealing herself as she runs her hand over the secretions. It actually makes her shiver; a demented form of arousal with the very idea of being in a similar situation.
Brutus happily greets Nicora with a "Did-a-chick!" Which, given the situation, could be seen in a rather rude light depending on one's interpretation of slang.
Nicora grins to her child and notes, "Yes, I will brood for your kind anytime." She then has to grimace as more cramping hits her and makes her double over (and bleed from her very own 'wound'). "Ugh, ow," she complains. And her only possible solution is still in the box she set down upon entering ... and it was rather scary.
It is something that needs to be dealt with, certainly. So is Dimity. Gorphat gave Nicora a 'recipe' for a potion to help with erasing, or at least diluting, the girl's memories.. one that involves the slime worms.
Nicora opens up the box and pulls out the tube ... thing. She then actually takes a moment to compare it to herself to see if she is crasy for ... considering it.
It would certainly be a tight fit.. if she could even manage to do it herself. Brutus hisses then, a warning sound. Someone is approaching the entrance to Nicora's suite. "Hello?" an almost-familiar voice calls out nervously.
"Hello?" Nicora calls back as she rises. "Who is there?"
A brown face peeks around the edge of the door. Now that his jaw is fixed, Otto looks (and sounds) a bit more attractive. "Forgive me, Your Worship," the Skreek says. "I.. uh.. woke up.. and all of my injuries had been repaired.. I wanted to thank you.. uh.. and ask about another condition.. um.."
"Another condition?" Nicora asks as she waves to Brutus to not attack the skreek. "I understand the damage was difficult to fix, it may not be perfect."
The Skreek steps fully into the doorway now. The other condition is apparent, since he still doesn't have any clothes. "I tried.. taking care of it.. myself.. but.. it won't go down." He's impressively aroused - likely from a bit of excess Light of Nala energy in his system. As big as he is though.. he might actually fit inside the hollowed out phallus.
Nicora's brow goes up at that. "That is quite impressive," she must concede. She even comes over and touches it to be sure it is real (and to probably see if she can feel the energy in it).
There's definitely a bit of Nala in there - something Nicora (as Alptraum) is familiar with from Tulani's Light-powered dragon romps. It also twitches, as does Otto, at the touch. He's clearly embarrassed at the examination. "I'm sorry," he says. "I don't mean to be rude or nothin'. It's just.. I don't know what to do. Is it permanent? Is.. uh.. Nikky around?"
"It isn't permanent, it just needs to be handled. And no, Nikky isn't around," Nicora notes, then hands the tube over to the rat without any sign of shame. Honestly, the intense cramping does wonders for not feeling shame. "The only outlet is, unfortunately, me. But fear not, I am not currently infected."
"Uh.." Otto says intelligently, looking from the ivory device to Nicora and back again. "You.. want me to.. make love to you?" he asks, a bit confused. "What's this thing?"
"It goes on your condition," Nicora says with a bemused sort of smirk. "And to put it simply, I will allow you to mount me and relieve your condition. If you don't wish to and remain as you are, that is your choice. Not many want to risk intimate contact with a Yodhgorphat."
The Skreek bites his lower lip, and then tries to fit the phallus over his own. It takes some twisting and pushing, which he doesn't seem to have a problem doing. He finally has it screwed down.. and asks, "Should the head be like flat or sideways?"
"Flat, it is made to look like a snake," Nicora instructs ... then simply goes and adjusts it on him. "Snug fit," she remarks dryly.
"Is that good?" Otto asks. "I don't know much about this.." he admits. "It's.. supposed to stay on me right?"
"If it remains inside me, that is fine. It can help me .... drain," Nicora says in the ominous way only a Yodhgorphat can. She heads to her rough bed and simply bends over it and spreads her legs. She also reaches back and lifts her tail out of the way, exposing herself. The view of the Yodhgorphat from this angle isn't any better than from her front; she's still hideous. The dripping thick blood doesn't help.
"Is it normal for it to.. do that?" Otto asks, and kneels behind Nicora. "I just.." and then his holding onto her hips and pushing himself into her.. slowly. Maybe turning it sideways would have helped! It's pretty painful, and blocks everything else.
"It is for one in my condition," Nicora says in a rasping, grunting, soft of voice as she leans forward and grits her teeth. "Ow, ow, ow, this is ... ugh," the bared Eeee thinks in immense pain. It's like a reverse cramp, frankly. And yes, she should have probably turned it sideways but no chance now! She also suspects because the device is from Inala's temple Gorphat is somehow making it worse.
With no guide, Otto just keeps going until he's all the way in, ignoring the slight resistance from the cervix. He then seems to remember that moving is important, so starts to pull out and push back in with his hips. The phallus is still more firmly attached to him than it is lodged into Nicora. But the textures are starting to have an effect.. it still hurts, but hurts in a slightly more stimulating way now.
Nicora breathes a slight sigh of relief when she starts feeling a bit of pleasure from the work of the skreek. It probably also helps that it is likely stimulating some self-lubrication too. Cramps still come, but they are blocked out by the pain of the device (surprisingly). Granted each time the flared serpent head pushes past the cervix ring pain flares quite high probably also helps block it out. "You are doing fine," the Eeee hisses out in a tone that sounds anything but fine! It isn't as bad as birthing the squeen was, but there are shades of the same sort of pain.
Otto keeps going.. and going. Since he's stuck, it isn't like he's being stimulated at all.. or getting any feedback. "Is this fast enough? Should I be slower? Harder? Who did the drawing on your back? Is that big horrib in the corner the subject? Who is that girl?"
"Rather hard to talk in this position," Nicora rasps out, back arching in pain. Ugh, sooo full. "You are doing fine; the art is not the horrib, the horrib is my child. The girl is an acolyte," she summarizes in a hiss.
"I didn't know horribs and Eeee could have children," Otto admits. He keeps on pumping at the same pace, but is distracted, looking around at all the strange things in the chamber. "You have a lot of pets," he observes.
"Eeee normally do not, I volunteered to brood," Nicora claims, eyes closed due to the pain that burns in her gut. She also realizes this may not help him at all if he's getting no stimulation! "I have family," she corrects, "Not exactly pets."
"Wow, that's impressive," Otto says, and finally looks back down at Nicora's back. "Can I go faster now?"
"And can you see me when your tail.. looks at me?" he appends, a bit nervously.
"Yes, you can go faster, and no, I cannot," Nicora agrees as she braces herself. It feels both horrible and nice at the same time. Yodhgorphat just aren't allowed much else it seems!
There's a pause while Otto repositions himself slightly.. and guides Nicora to lay flat on the bed, so he's mostly on top of her. Then he starts up again, but has his arms wrapped around the Eeee's chest. He can really speed up now, and Nicora's rear takes most of the impact.
Nicora is practically cross-eyed. It's about as bad as the time Rugharo took Nikky; she feels about that full. "Ow, ow, ow, ow," she thinks all the while she still feels a buildup of pleasure; her body really has come to associate pain with pleasure it seems; the same reactions sure occur. And without fur, nothing buffers the impacts!
Otto keeps going.. and going.. and going.. until he starts to slow down so he can catch his breath. Things are a real mess now, since each full thrust end up 'scooping out' things on the return. Especially since the push builds up a lot of pressure. "How long should I do this for? I think there's.. stuff.. getting into the tube now."
"Until you release," Niccora hisses out in pain. The whole situation is ... very uncomfortable; she can feel thinks being pulled out, along with pressure buildup. She hopes the stuff getting in the tube will help him finally start feeling things...
Otto takes several deep breaths, and starts up again.. redoubling his efforts. It's enough that Brutus and some of the other creatures are getting a bit upset at the slapping sounds. Although Blarf is the one that reaches out to help clean things up. The Skreek has his eyes closed and teeth gritted, so doesn't notice.
Nicora tries to wave off her menagerie again; she is allowing this, after all. Even if it hurts something horrible! She should feel better afterward! Or that's her hope, perhaps one in vain. She does manage a growl here and there too when the pleasure from it (or her brain translating the pain to pleasure) comes in more waves.
There's a groan from Otto, and something slips. The phallus stays in place, and Otto does not. It's not long after that he he shudders and releases. But keeps going, since it's easier now.
And of course now that the tube seems stuck, Nicora gets no stimulation while the skreek does! So ... all she can do is lie there and let the rat enjoy the ... tube, as he finishes off the energy that remains within him. "At least he released," she thinks, given she felt that part anyway! She just sets her jaw and tries to ... relax and adjust to the stretching pain of the lodged tube. "And why do I do this to myself?!"
The Skreek eventually pulls out, panting. "I'm sorry," he apologizes. "I didn't stay stuck.. do you want me to pull out the thing?"
"No, you can leave it. I can extract it later," Nicora claims as she remains on her stomach. "Is your condition ... better?"
"It's going down.. uh.. I am all covered in.. uh.. is there someplace I can clean off?" Otto asks meekly. "Also, what are my duties here?"
Blarf ignores the Skreek, focusing on cleaning up Nicora. And of course, with the tube providing easy access, two feeding tentacles cram their way in to get right to the source of the goodies. The result is a very unusual internal massage for Nicora.
"You can find towels in the room in which you were sleeping," Nicora claims as she tries to sit up and see, well, how deeply the thing is actually stuck ... and of course while Blarf has things pushed in there too. "As for duties, see those outside. They can find you assignments; I will not force you to work in the temple itself and I know they can always use help."
"Will I be allowed to wear clothes?" Otto asks, sounding hopeful.
"No, you must be naked forever," Nicora says, sounding serious. "Don't be silly, of course you can wear clothes."
"Pants, even?" Otto asks. "Where do I get them? Ah.. sorry, I'll go clean up and talk to the ones outside.." The big rat heads for the door, then turns and asks, "If you need me for more.. uh.. this.. I'll be happy to.. you know.." And then he's gone.
"The assistant in the main area can help you get pants!" Nicora calls out as she tries to stand up. Well, see if she can stand while this thing is still .... stuck.
Eeee generally aren't wide-hipped, which makes walking awkward. And Blarf sort of forms a tether, meaning she can't move very far without upsetting him.
"You are going to have to pull those out," Nicora tells Blarf as she waddles about her chambers for the moment. "I have to head to the slime pools soon."
Blarf doesn't seem to understand. But.. well, Nicora does run dry.. for the moment at least.. and so the fungus-monster releases her. Then makes a sound like a burp.
"Ew. I haven't made those sounds down there in a long time," Nicora mutters as she reaches down ... and tests just how, well, stuck that thing is.
There isn't much wiggle to it. And trying to wiggle it induces another bout of cramps.. even if they don't amount to much, giving the blockage of the tube.
Nicora grunts and grips her gut when the cramp comes. "Okay, so ... leaving that," the Eeee mutters. Since she needs to collect slime worms for the woman glued to her ceiling, she ... waddles bow-legged out of her chambers. Destination, the glowing green goo room of horrors. Also known as her bath.
The walk is definitely awkward, what with the 'impalement' and all. It definitely adds to the overall soreness, especially after the pounding Nicora's glutes have taken and still haven't fully recovered from.
Nicora walks as if she were pregnant, frankly; she even has her hand on her lower back for 'balance'. "Ow, ow," she mutters as she waddles into the pool room. She goes to the storage boxes where the bowls are kept and collects one so that she can capture some worms for drying out; they are good for wiping Eeee memory after all. Well, the brain infection they cause does anyway! Crude, bug effective.
The worms churn about as always. If they are concerned about being scooped into bowls, they certainly aren't showing it. It isn't clear just how aware they are of their surroundings anyway.
And so Nicora squats down and scoops some of the worms right into the bowl! "Come here my leetle pretties, I need to you dry out! Mwahah!" the Eeee cackles, probably to distract herself from feeling so, well, open right now.
Luckily the worms tend to stay with the slime, which stays in the bowl. It looks like the most unappetizing bowl of pasta ever, though.
Nicora sets the bowl aside. "You're not very pretty," she comments to it, and sighs. She eyes the pool, then herself. Part of her really wants to slide into that pool and relax for a bit.
With the tube in place.. it's hard to gauge just how much the worms would soothe anything. But the pool itself would be comfy, at least, considering how sore she is.
Nicora, even knowing how discusting this is ... tells herself she is equally disgusting and therefore this is natural. She gets up, waddles to the front of the stairs, then waddles her way down slowly into the warm slime bath. And ... it does feel just lovely against her bare skin; all warm and gooey. The worm movement is nice too.
Of course the worms find their way inside. And since they feed on dead skin and such.. there's a lot of little 'bites' as they graze on the shedding layer inside Nicora's womb.
Nicora is up to her neck in nasty. And ... she's relaxing. Even the biting is not completely unpleasant, though certainly a bit ... distracting. "Rest for a bit ... and hopefully that bowl will start to dry out. I can wait in here until it does. Maybe," she mutters to herself, letting her eyes close and feel herself float in the ick.
It's easy to doze off. It's been a long day after all. Although the floating sensation changes a bit. It becomes warmer, and wetter rather than slimier. The buoyancy isn't the same either, but the aches and pains drift away. Along with her tail and wings, though.. Snowcora is floating in a warm pool of water instead.
"Well, here's a body I have not seen in a long time," Snowcora remarks as she holds up a bare arm before her; no tattoos! She kicks her legs lazily as she floats about. Part of her worries a bit that ... she spends most dreams as female now. Hopefully that doesn't mean anything.
"Enjoying your swim?" a harsh elfin voice asks. Of course Vorgulremik is there, sitting at the edge of the pool in his dark elf form.
"Well, I was," Snowcora remarks as she bobs about; this body has natural buoyancy help after all! "I should have expected you would show up."
"This is my lair," Vorgulremik says, spreading his hands. "But I won't interrupt if you wish to continue. It's interesting to watch."
"And you brought me here. You must want something," Snowcora remarks as she lazily paddles her legs and propels herself about the pool. In spite of it all, it is rather relaxing. Even being deaf comparatively isn't too traumatic right now.
"You always think that, but it's you who comes to me," the elf claims. "Usually after a lot of magic-involved activity. But you'll never take my word for that. Maybe you just miss me?"
"You're right, I don't believe you," Snowcora remarks as she floats over near the elf. "Seriously, what do you want this time?"
"Companionship?" the elf suggests, raising a white eyebrow. "Still trying to claim you don't enjoy our trysts?"
"Why in the world would I enjoy being buggered by a monster?" Snowcora counters and smirks.
"Shouldn't you be asking the other monsters?" Vorg asks, smirking right back. He also holds out a hand to the woman.
Snowcora sticks out her tongue. She also does reach up to take the offered hand.
The elf pulls Snowcora up out of the water, and into his lap. "How have things been?" he asks, as he starts fondling the woman. "Dealt with any more of the General's minions?"
And Snowcora squirms about. "Indirectly, agents of her agents. Two houses that were aiding have been eliminated," she claims.
"Oh? So you are dealing with mortals still," Vorg notes, and leans in to nibble on Snowcora's neck. "No sign of the vampyr then?"
"Must you do that?" Snowcora asks as she twitches. "No, he has made no further appearances. He's probably being forced to lick the General's boots."
"Mmmm, her heart is Black, and so too is her mood, likely," Vorgulremik notes, and switches to kissing Snow's neck instead. "The undead are a dour, unsatisfied lot after all."
"You're an expert on black hearts given yours is blacker than theirs," Snowcora points out as she continues to twitch. She pushes at the elf a bit, trying to get him to stop encouraging this body.
"Well, they are related to my kind," Vorgulremik says. He grins at the push, and then pulls Snowcora down to the fur-covered floor. "I like a bit of struggling you know," he says as he tries to pin her down onto her back.
And struggling the Elf gets! "Well, good thing your kind are no more, then," she remarks as she tries to push the elf off, "And when the General and I are gone, that'll be two more taints of your kind removed."
"Oh, I don't intend to lose you," the elf claims, and finally overpowers and impales the human. He's rough, of course, but compared to everything else Nicora has recently been through, this feels a lot better. "The General cannot defeat you. She's just a cheap, undead copy."
"Of course not. I intend for Tulani to destroy me once the General is destroyed," Snowcora cries out as she's forcibly taken (and sadly feels better than earlier). "I want to eliminate all that remains of Amena's weaponry, and that does include me."
Vorgulremik grunts as he continues to take Snowcora, and says, "That won't do. No, not at all. Who will destroy Amena then, hmm?"
"Without her toys, she's just stuck to rot on her island," Snowcora points out in a rather undignified grunt.
"She always finds new ones," Vorgulremik says, and punctuates the claim with some particularly vigorous pelvic activity. "She even tried to seduce me. I know how to destroy her though.. which might have been part of her rather desperate attempt.."
"I doubt this time if she has grown this desperate. And besides, I do not want to end up her puppet; it is already obvious how easily the Babelite Goddesses control me," Snowcora points out, right along with some rather sharp fingernail scratches along his back.
"You have to want to be her puppet," Vorgulremik growls after the scratches. "But I would rather see her gone, out of general principle," he says, thrusting harder. "She's sloppy. You can die later.. no rush. First, go to Lamu and seek out Koshiro the Shadow Dragon. I am convinced that he possesses the weapon once meant to end me."
"And why would you even tell me this? And what makes you think he would give it to some freak of a monster such as I?" Snowcora growls herself since the thrusting can be a bit painful. "It is not like the Shadow Dragons are known for generosity."
"Convince him," the elf says. "The weapon is safe with him, because no normal mortal can reach him. And he can help you in other ways, if you do not trust Melusine." He then flips Snowcora onto her belly, pulls up her hips and takes her from behind for a bit.
Snowcora goes oof, finding herself in a position that, well ... it's one she is quite familiar with. A certain albino Eeee taught her to enjoy it. "I don't trust any of you," she points out as she pushes right back against the elf.
This encourages Vorgulremik, and he tries harder. Snow's rear is a bit better padded than Nicora's though, has the favor of Inala instead of Gorphat. She can take it. "Just because you don't trust us, doesn't mean you shouldn't make use of us when it suits you," he claims.
"Aaaand using people like that is the path to evil," Snowcora counters as she 'fights' back. Which mostly involves a lot of pushing back and grinding when it comes down to it. "You really never give up."
"Evil people expect others to treat them that way," the dragon-elf claims, and shudders with release. Not that that slows him down - he's usually good a few rounds. "And why should I give up? Doesn't your Gorphat teach that one should never give up, no matter the difficulty?"
"That isn't quite the same thing," Snowcora cries as her body is soon following her 'companions' in a pleasurable release. Or is it something Inala instills that only once the gift has been given does the altar find respite. It would encourage the altars to be quite vigorous, after all!
The elf turns Snowcora over again, and remounts.. but is a bit gentler this time. He even kneads and massages the woman's chest. "You think I am evil," he says. "You must face evil beings. But you are not evil yourself, so cannot fully understand them. But I can offer you insights into their minds. You need only ask."
"So you have said before. But, I know your only angle is to save yourself and I have to always keep that in mind. You will only tell me what ultimately serves you," the human points out. She would cross her arms over her chest but it is rather occupied.
"So? Does understanding my motives make my advice any less useful?" the elf asks, squeezing Snowcora's breasts together and teasing them with his tongue and teeth afterwards. "Part of my goal is to keep you alive, after all. And to make sure you defeat your enemies."
"No, your goal is keeping yourself alive. Whatever helps with that is what you do. It is why I cannot trust your advice," The albino claims in the middle of squirming about. Curse this overly sensitive body!
"And to do that, I need you alive," the elf points out. "I am not your enemy, am I?" he asks, and then full-on kisses Snowcora. With tongue action!
Which means Snowcora cannot respond! She would argue but ... what the hell, she decides to enjoy the non-nasty kiss for a change. Nicora doesn't get any non-nasty time anymore after all!
During the silence, the elf increases his pace, and performs some other 'tricks' that bring about another pleasant explosion where they're joined together. And a few minutes later, another.
And that just makes the human squeal ... a lot. And in spite of herself, bear down, writhe, and otherwise fully enjoy the entire act; it's like her body craves the attention and the releases into it. Well, some claim it can be an addiction after all.
And is if to test this... Vorgulremik rolls, pulling Nicora on top of him.. and thus giving over control to her.
And Snowcora simply stops. She sits on him and doesn't move at all. "So there," she says, finally crossing her arms over her chest and looking pouty.
The elf wiggles his hips a bit. "You should take what you want when someone offers themselves to you," he says. "If not.. the offer may not come again. Use me. You are my conqueror, aren't you? Put me in my place."
"That would be giving into you," Snowcora points out. And even though she tries to remain completely still her body betrays her. After a bit it starts rocking again, slowly at first, then building. Certain bodies have their needs and won't be denied, no matter how much the person in it tries it seems. In spite of herself, the human is soon pushing and rolling roughly ... and soon kissing the elf with equal roughness to get that one more explosion from him.
Vorgulremik doesn't disappoint. He suckles from dangling breasts, and pumps his hips with vigor. When the explosion comes, it's a double - the main one, and an aftershock.
And boy can Snowcora's body clamp down! Or is it something she learned from Gorphat's cramps. Either way, she squeezes. Also cries out, squirms, and twitches ... then collapses into a breathing, heaving, heap on top of the dark elf.
"There is no shame in using one another for our own ends," Vorgulremik claims, whispering right into Snowcora's ear. "It does not make you evil. I hope you will visit again."
"Does too," Snowcora counters; she doesn't want to give him ... well, any more satisfaction. And it is still him bringing her here; she would never come here voluntarily!
The exhausted woman finds herself being cradled, then carried back into the water. "Would I lie?" Vorgulremik asks, his voice fading as Snowcora floats again.
"In a heartbeat," Snowcora claims as she once more lazes on top of the floating pool of water.
The water begins to cool, and hair gives way to scars. Wings become known, and a tail with a mind of its own seems to be snapping in futility as it tries to catch worms.
At least the cramping seems to have passed for the moment.
"Ugh, I hate those dreams," Nicora remarks from the pool she bobs in as she comes to. She holds her breath and dips completely under the goo (in case it is good for her skin), then comes up and draws a breath. She also now tries to wade her way towards the exit to shed the slime and worms that may cling to her. She's also grateful that the cramping has subsided. Now it is just a matter of, well, draining and then getting the tube out.
It takes a bit of booty-shaking to clear the tube.. at least, clear it of worms. Slime is a bit clingier. Those that were put into the bowl are no longer moving, as the slime has reduced a bit as the moisture was used up.
Nicora squats and rubs at her lower gut, even pushing in as firmly as she can to make sure her insides are emptied out. When nothing more seems to drip, she takes hold of the edges of the tube and starts to tug and twist it slowly, prepared to stop if any cramping or pain starts back up.
The slime doesn't help. What little of the tube extends outside is difficult to get a firm grip on. And even though the widening from the 'jaws' is slight, it's still awkward - there was a slowly widening angle to get it in, after all, and Otto's strength to get it out (before pushing it right back in). Nicora isn't quite as dilated at the moment.
Nicora grunts as she twists and tugs for a bit, and gets nowhere. "I guess I am stuck with this for now," she remarks, feeling a bit, well, embarrassed. And frankly, exposed. Still, she gets up and wipes herself off, then goes to collect the bowl to carry back to her chambers to finish trying out.
She doesn't run into anyone along the way, which is a small blessing. It looks really silly the way she has to walk now. The creatures are happy to see her once she returns.
"Hello everyone," Nicora tells her menagerie. "Brutus, will you go fetch that skreek for me? I need his help getting this thing out of me," she tells the horrib in her chambers. She also, of course, walks over closer to Blarf should he desire to put things back up in there for a second cleaning.
Of course Blarf explores. Slime is also one of his favorite treats, and he makes sure to clean it all away. There's some screaming out in the Temple.. most likely because Brutus is checking everyone until he finds the proper scent. Once Blarf has finished his ministrations, the horrib returns with the Skreek in tow. Otto has pants, albeit a hastily modified pair to match his size. "Your ... child.. brought me, Your Worship," the man reports.
Nicora waddles over to a chair and settles down into it, legs spread. This cannot be a pretty site in any way. "Please remove this device from me," she instructs the skreek. "I cannot seem to do so myself. It is in there ... tight."
"Oh.." Otto says, and kneels down to examine the problem. This involves a lot of feeling around Nicora's abdomen. "I think you need to lie on your back for this," he suggests.
Nicora gets up and relocates herself to the bed. She lays out, stretches, and spreads. It is ... not exactly a pretty site.
Otto is methodical. He grips the exposed part as best he can, while feeling things out with a hand on Nicora's belly. Using a combination of pushing from outside and wiggling back and forth, he manages to get one of the jaw bits through the cervix, even though it stretches things in an odd angle. Then it's more wiggling and squeezing to make sure things don't just pop back into place.. but eventually the ivory tube is out. It looks nasty, too.. until Blarf snatches it out of Otto's hands, surprising the rat.
Nicora lays there, jaw set and grunting. It is undignified, and painful to say the least. It seems like ages before the rat manages to find the the right position and pressure to pop it out like a cork ... but when it does boy do things feel better! Much more ... empty. She lets out an audible sigh and says, "Thank you, it was a bit uncomfortable." She now manages to sit upright and check herself quick. "Don't damage that tube, I need to put it back in its box," she notes to Blarf.
There isn't any bleeding, so things should be intact still internally. And while she looks and feels a little stretched out, it isn't as bad as when she was popping out monsters every day.
Nicora lets out a sign. "That should return to normal later, good," the Eeee notes to herself. She also pats Otto's cheek and tells him, "Thank you. You may go. I feel like I need to just rest a bit after everything."
The Skreek smiles, and says, "Just call if you need me for.. uh.. anything." He stares at the furless bat's multiple breasts while he says it, but does tear his gaze away to leave.
And Nicora chuckles. She lets Blarf finish cleaning off the tube, then she goes to collect it from him and return it to its case. "That is ... not something I wish to do often," she admits as she limps her way back to her bed and collapses upon it. "Rest a bit, then ... check on the worms and see if I can shape Dimity into my new acolyte, yes. After that ... I need to deal with the docks. All in all ... I have too much to do," she mutters.