This is not a typical boar dream. It's also the first time for Mavetraum to find herself here. And this time there are several robed and hooded figures standing in a ring round her, near the edges of the dais - chanting.
Mavetraum arches her brow in a mirror of how the way the real Mave does it. "Really now, were the robes necessary? Such rituals are supposed to be done in the nude," she chides. "But I decided I would humor you."
"This is Inala's Ritual of Transference," the lead figure notes, and of course it's Mordecai. Mavetraum can tell even before he pulls back his hood and steps out of his robe.
"And you are casting this ritual why?" Mavetraum asks as she looks to the scary goth-Eeee person. Mave's body gives her a bit of Mave's personality, so snooty is par for the course.
"Someone needs an infusion of fertility," Mordecai notes. "That is the purpose of the ritual, after all. Your unique situation just makes it a lot more effective.." he says as he walks up and looks Mavetraum up and down. "White, I like that.."
"And this someone has a name?" Mavetraum inquires, brow arching again. "You do not seem the parenting type, I must admit..."
"Her name isn't important," Mordecai insists with a grin, as he begins feeling up Mavetraum.
"Yes it is. It is critical to know," Mavetraum insists as she squirms about and around due to Mordecai feeling her up.
"Nimue," Mordecai whispers to Mavetraum. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but she can't quite place it.
"And you wish to get her pregnant?" Mavetraum inquires next while one hand of hers betrays her and grabs the other Eeee lower down firmly where he tends to be bumpy.
"Not me personally," Mordecai says, responding to the grip by firming up. "She wants to, though."
"Species?" Mavetraum has to ask as she squeezes and tugs about.
"Not Eeee," Mordecai says, and starts squeezing right back, albeit higher up on Mavetraum's body. "Don't you like surprises?"
Mavetraum inhales, drawing up under the touch. "A surprise would be you getting me pregnant," she remarks, then leans in and licks his nose. She grins toothily.
"That would be a surprise, indeed!" Mordecai says. "Especially since I'm sterile." And then he starts to nibble her neck, because where else would a vampire start?
"Oh that has so little meaning to Inala if she really wants," Mavetraum claims, her chin arching up and back to make it easier for the vampire to nibble. She's now tracing out every little bump, bar, and ring that decorates Mordecai below.
And the vampire bites down, after finding the sweet-spot. Since this is Rephidim, and everyone here is probably from the Morgue, nobody even falters in chanting.
"Oooooo," Mavetraum cooos. All the forms seem to like a little pain with the fun; and Yodhinala are experts in that sort of ... thing. She resumes her grip, her hand playing gently while distracted from the bite. "This is almost normal! It must be a dream," she thinks.
"We didn't bring a cushion.." Mordecai notes after his drink. "But I can volunteer," he says. He kneels down, the lies back on his robe, inviting Mavetraum to sit on him.
"I have been in the harshest dungeons, I think I can survive," Mavetraum claims as she does indeed sit down on Mordecai. This also involves being impaled on something very bumpy. The squeaks that follow are a bit undignified, but unavoidable! They always hit the right spots.
Mainly because the right spots inside Mavetraum have matching bumps. And Mordecai isn't content to be idle furniture.. he starts moving and working his hips in ways he knows will make Mavetraum happy.
At least the arched brow and snooty look is gone; it's more one of bliss at this point. "Tell me of the recipient of ultimate fertility, hmm?" Mavetraum coos as she moves, rolls, rises, and falls.
Mordecai grunts a bit, before saying, "She is a nice girl, who is having some trouble getting pregnant. You'll meet her.. eventually."
"Not too soon, I have you you enjoy first," Mavetraum claims as she leans forward, balancing herself by placing her hands upon his chest. Her claws dig in a bit too, but he probably limes that bit. And enjoy him she does; her hip movements are practically unnatural; no one's spine should be able to move like that ... nor should certain muscles be able to grip like that!
"Ugh, you are a lot more.. skilled.. in this form," Mordecai groans, holding on to Mavetraum's hips as he tries to control his reaction.
"Does this mean you do not like the other forms now?" Mavetraum mock-pouts. How in the world did she make it feel like things can spin?
"Oh, I enjoy them greatly," Mordecai says with a grin (that still has a bit of blood in it). "But with this one I feel.. not the one in control. It is humbling."
"Well, I do usually prefer you being in control," Mavetraum admits, smirks, then does something that feels like she can bite that way. The exercise regimen of Yodhinala must be scary to behold.
The albino, painted bat beneath her squeaks. This is new and unexpected, and his control falters, causing him to release his fountain.
"Good boy," Mavetraum coos and even pets him like some kind of animal. Satisfied and perhaps a bit evil, she then focuses on herself and starts to really get into it now in unrelenting waves for minutes on end! She doesn't even come close to slowling down until she starts making all sorts of happy squeaky sounds when her own satisfaction is found!
"The Ritual.. continues," Mordecai gasps, and tries to lift Mavetraum off of him.
Mavetraum holds herself down, being mean, for a little bit. Eventually she does relent and rise off the bat with his help. "Spoilsport," she chides.
Mordecai dons his robe again, and as soon as he's hidden by the hood, the next person in the circle steps forward. The hood goes back to reveal a white Skreek with black circles (likely makeup) around his eyes.. and lots of pieces, including what looks like a bone going through his nose. Once revealed, Mavetraum begins to.. soften. Her form shifts without the shadow-cocoon, until her head and shoulders are black, her wings vanish, and she becomes a bit more busty as Nikky.
"Eeheheheh," cackles Nikky after the shift and she stretches! "I'm free, free! Aahhahahahhahahah!" she gloats ... and proceeds to run in little circles. She stops right in front of the other skreek seconds later, though and walks fingers down his chest. "I like de face," she giggles, "Pleasure to meecha!"
"I haven't even started yet," the Skreek notes, and removes his robe. He's got a lot of piercings down there. And thanks to Mavetraum and Mordecai's performance, he's already ready to go! He also bites Nikky's neck, but only as a prelude to nibbling his way downward. He's got studs in his tongue as well.
"Oooo, and who are you den? I needta remember yooooooou!" Nikky cackles as she squirms about. She also does not dissuade him from nibbling downward. Really, all she does at the moment is giggle like a madwoman.
"Yeh can call me Zapp," the Skreek says. "On account I get hit by lightning a lot." And then he's suckling, kneading with one hand.. and exploring a bit with his other.
"Pfft, all part of de fun!" Nikky claims, still giggling ... well, not like one, she is crazy. And squirmy! And flexible! She moves in all sorts of interesting and impossible ways as the skreek 'plays' her a bit like a demented musical instrument. She also plays back, including a very prehensile tail that can grab, poke, and explore on its own.
"If'n you don't mind, I like t'be on top," Zapp says.. just before pinning Nikky down to the floor. Beading too, from the feel of the additions he's got.
"Oooo, I like dat muchly! Y' coul have even jus bent me over an had fun," the skreek cackles as she writhes about on the floor. Skreeks sure know how to make the act seem so ... animalistic! Or maybe that's just Nikky.
"Nuttin to bend yer over.. yet.." the big rat says, and really shows some vigor. Typcial of Skreeks, Zapp isn't gentle.. and there are plenty of 'scootched across the floor' moments as well. Mindful of Nikky's suggestion though, he does flip her over midway, then pulls her up by her legs and pretends she's a wheelbarrow.
"Meeeheeheee," cackles Nikky as she walks around the room while Zapp is behind her. This has to be some sort of spectacle for those gathered and chanting, honestly. Even with her walking about she still manages to be active by using her tail to hold on, tug the skreek forward backward, and all over!
Eventually, Zapp sits down, and pulls Nikky back against his chest, so she's facing away. This gives his Skreeky hands and tail freedom to roam and pinch and squeeze and rub as desired, while he chews on the back of Nikky's neck.
Nikky chirbles as she sits but is hardly still. Her body rolls, her head dips, and the nibbling on the back of her neck inspires the scruffing sort of instinct. So, her tail coils back and around him ... and this time she's apparently the one making all sorts of pleased squeaking noises as she finds her peek before Zapp does!
After that, Zapp lays her on her stomach and finishes on top of her.. and with the extra padding, he really bounces. Then he bites her left ear.
Squeak! goes Nikky, but boy does she like it. The bite was a nice touch, too. Skreeks are into biting each other it seems; explains why most of them end up with notched ears. "You awesome! I definitely remember you!" she croons.
There's a final butt-slap as Zapp pulls away and dons his robe.
"Oooo, do eet again!" Nikky proclaims after the jiggly slap! She then rolls onto her back, giggles like mad, and kicks at the air!
When her leg is raised like that, she can see the naked skin of her toes start to sprout fur. White fur. The change doesn't affect her colors much at all, but she goes from a wiry Skreek to a much softer and fluffier Taahira as Jacoba reveals himself to be the next robed figure.
"Egad, it's bunny time!" Taahira thinks! The only form that has gone through close to a true pregnancy; though this one is spared of that particular fate right now. "Hello there, bunny boy," she coos instead at Jacoba and gestures to him with a come-hither curl of a forefinger.
Jacoba is familiar, certainly! He's also.. well.. a bit more refined than Zapp. Even though he's inside of her right from the start, he pays a lot of attention to the rest of her, especially with his tongue and massaging fingers.
This is probably the most normal and sensual of the pairings. Lapi make an art form out of this and these two put on quite a display of it in front of all the chanters. "It is a good thing I cannot get pregnant normally," she murmurs to the buck. "No need to hold back in any way."
"Well, I don't want to rush," Jacoba says between nibbles. "I don't get to do this with any other does, after all." And while it's not always slow and gentle.. it's always controlled. Jacoba is, after all, a professional at these things.
And rush the don't, perhaps much to the frustration of those watching. Or maybe they're both good at having peaks without showing it, over and over and over. "It is a good thing I do not live near you or we might never leave a bed," Taahira teases in his ear.
"There is always a buck nearby, you just have to know the secret call," Jacoba says, turning Taahira onto her side, lifting one of her legs and straddling the other for some sideways action.
"But it would not be you," Taahira points out in lapi-level whisper. Her ears are flat and her eyes closed. Her expression ... well, were she fertile this would likely be a very successful venture for both of them!
There are certainly other positions that could be tried, but those wouldn't necessarily be 'fertile' ones that the ritual demands. When Jacoba finally reaches his limit, he's simply on top of Taahira with his arms around her and lip-locked in a deep kiss.
The kiss is willingly returned by the doe. It's a surprisingly gentle embrace, probably closer to a loving embrace that the ritual ought to represent. The doe holds onto him with her arms, legs, and in other ways gently, but no less firmly. And the kiss goes on for many minutes. Many, many, minutes.
This encourages Jacoba to.. well, keep going a bit longer. They're both extra-sensitive at the moment, and the buck decides now is the time to really pour on some rutting action. It's much louder than the chanting.
And this is one of the times a doe can actually get rather loud too, from both ends! They go at it like, well, bunnies! This time it finishes much faster in a haze of floating bunny fluff! Fast and intense is just as impressive as the slow and sensual was!
Poor Jacoba has trouble standing up after that (and Taahira is glad she doesn't have to walk anywhere). He gets his robe on and staggers back to the ring. The next figure begins to approach. The hood goes back to reveal a pale face with black hair and eyeliner.. a rather flat face, since this is a human. As Taahira looses her fur to become Snowcora, memory surfaces - it's the stylist, Ezekiel, who shaved Nicora's nethers during her first extended foray into the Morgue.
"I remember you," Snowcora says as she points at the human. "You're skilled in baring women," she proclaims to the room helpfully. "I'm afraid this body has little that can be shaved." She even lays back and stretches out to prove it!
"Well, I do more than just shave," the man says, as he kneels down between Snowcora's legs. With humans.. fingers rule the day. Ezekiel feels over Snowcora's every curve, settling into her when his hands reach her hair.. and start massaging her scalp.
"Well, I hope you do, yes," Snowcora coos as she squirms about on the floor in this form. Problem with bare skin is she does stick a bit more here and there, but she's pretty distracted from it. And soon she's feeling right back, tracing over his bare form in earnest! "Mordecai might get jealous, you know," she murmurs, "I'm one of his special projects..."
"Well, he did do my serpents," Ezekiel notes, flexing his arms to make the serpent tattoos seem to move. "I imagine you were just as eye-catching before the tattoos." He then goes about licking over each of the various goddess symbols.. ending with Inala's of course.
"Ooooo, that feels quite nice," Snowcora croons. She's also unashamedly making him go even a bit lower so that he's kissing Inala's gate soon after. This is the part where lack of any hair or fur really makes things feel nice and sensitive!
Human tongues are pretty versatile as well. After an appropriate amount of squeals, Ezekiel starts moving upwards again, spending a minute at the breasts.. mountain-climbing after spelunking needs to be done slowly.. before reaching Snowcora's face.. and sliding into her.
And Snowcora's legs wrap around him. "I don't do this with just anyone," the woman lies in appropriate fashion. Anyone who knows her knows she isn't that discriminating, but it goes with her territory. Then it's onto two humans enjoying each other.
And during it all, Ezekiel keeps himself 'distracted' by braiding Snowcora's hair! Humans take longer than most to hit their high point.. but it's pretty devastating when it happens!
And Snowcora has a lovely braid when it is all done; not that she really notices. She's too busy grinding herself against the man and feeling all glowy and nice, inside and out. "Oooo, I need to visit you again," she murmurs, "I'm sure at least some form you could play with and shave..." Weird crosses all forms it seems!
"Or with nice long hair?" Ezekiel asks, then kisses Snowcora before getting up and fetching his robe.
"Oh, many have that," Snowcora claims as she rolls onto her side and flutters her eyelids at them. She sadly has no eyelashes or eyebrows; part of her condition.
That changes soon enough. Her skin darkens, black fur sprouts.. a long tail and feathery wings.. because the next one to shed his robe is a Vartan! Which means the closest compatible form is.. Tulani.
"Oooo, remind me to never tell the actual one that I use her form for this; she would get mad," Tultraum mutters to herself. She rolls over onto her stomach and hikes her rump, then shimmies it at the vartan playfully to force herself to stop worrying about Tulani trying to eat her later! "Looking to get a girl to lay some eggs, sailor?" she teases the bird hybrid.
"Yah!" the horse-bird squawks. His upper half if mostly blue, with a speckled white chest, and down below he's white with a spotted rump. "I try be careful!" he claims, then kneels down, grabs the wiggly butt.. and pushes in! The Sphynx form apparently doesn't count as one of Inala's specially blessed ones, because things are tight. Tulani's not exactly small, but the Vartan is bigger.. in every way!
and Tultraum's expression shows it! One eye actually looks bigger than the other and her lips are drawn back in a grimace! "/Holy Gods, it feels like reverse egg laying!/," the sphynx thinks! It's not exactly /pleasurable in the ways the others were, but it /is/ an experience. At least it isn't as bad as when Rugharo attacked Nikky the first time.
The Vartan wordless tries to find the right angle, which means Tultraum's butt is bird-handled about.. and then suddenly the resistance seems to minimize. It's still stretching her, but at least it feels.. nice now. Probably something to tease Tulani about. And then Vartan starts pumping away with quick a bit of force (which is needed). An other form short of a Rhian would probably be crushed, but the Sphynx is stronger than she looks.
Tultraum purrs too when it gets to the feels nice part; nice and tight. This is something several of the forms learned to enjoy (and once that the Yodhgorphat feels all the time due to her blessings. Well, minus the nice part). Her back rolls in time with the work of the vartan which means she can push back with fair force of her own. And now she is thinking about egg-laying and how it might feel! Oh look, there's that weird seeping in from the other forms!
The Vartan leans over to preen at Tultraum's feathers with his beak - probably something very intimate for Vartans - as he continues to try and leave impressions of her knees in the stone of the dais. Vartans aren't big on sensuality, given their generally desensitized extremities. So they make up for that with stamina and strength.
And part of Tultraum likes that, apparently; must be inherited traits of the form. She's strong enough to keep from getting forced flat on the dais and even strong enough to push back; meaning she's an active partner. "Rrr, that's it, hard as you can, birdy," she purrs back at him as she pushes back hard herself. It hurts, like she might split, but for some reason she likes that!
The Vartan lets out a crowing sound, gets a firm grip around Tultraum's waist, and gives it is his all for the final race to the finish line. There's a lot of loose feathers that go flying as a result.
And clawmarks in the dais! Tultraum can really dig in with those apparently. Also yowl, yowl really loudly. It sounds like caterwalling felines getting strangled to the unobserved. But, it's just a cry of really, really, enjoying it! Well, maybe pain is a part of feline coupling; and it would explain the way the males are built.
There's a squawk and shudder from the Vartan when he erupts, all of his feathers poofing out to make him look even bigger!
Tultraum's wings join in the poofing, as does the bodyfur! She ends up looking like a giant, feathered, koosh. A mewling and at times even squawking one! In the throws of it, the stray thought comes to wonder 'I wonder if I can make Tulani do this...'
It would require kenning a Vartan at least.. or using a dragon form, possibly. Some effort is required for the Vartan to pull out, and he nearly falls on his butt when things go 'pop' - but struggles into his robe so the next figure can step forward.
"Wow, that was intense. I ... wooo," Tultraum thinks as she pants. She's still resting on her chin and forearms with her butt in the air. "Great, now I do want to lay eggs; the tightness was intense."
Her wings melt and flow into her back, and her fur becomes shorter and more like velvet. Her body stretches out, becoming even more lithe, while her toes fuse into split hooves. Once the silver horn spirals up from her forehead, it's clear she's becoming the ethereal (if melon-chested) Aeonian brood mare!
"Ack! The mare? This form ... belongs to Hortense!" Maretraum thinks. She blurts out, but what comes out in a whinny! This causes her to cover her large mouth with her large hands, eyes wide. She feels the weight hanging from her forehead, and from her chest, and her powerful legs... Then she remembers the rhains that work here and they're huge, huge for even this body!
The figure that finishes folding his robe is familiar, and indeed their first meeting was in Hortense's playroom where she was being milked. It's the chestnut Rhian pony though. Shorter than Maretraum.. but still right-sized where it counts. He whickers to the unicorn and smiles.
And in spite of herself, Maretraum whickers right back, inviting the pony to approach. She also remains in the position she was in while in Tulani's body; it works well for the equine forms, good balance and strength. Her braided tail even flicks up and out of the way, showing herself off to the pony.
The Rhian moves in behind the unicorn, and presses in. Deep. Despite his eagerness, he doesn't just start rutting away. He goes slow to start.
The mare cries out as she feels ... impaled. Deep is right and to this body it feels just wonderful. Her eyes close and she shivers. "Come on, stay focused, you're getting lost in the debauchery," she thinks to herself. She's also very grateful Hortense isn't here; the commentary might be hard to take. She finds herself snorting when she feels the Rhain pressing up against her; fully within. It's a stark reminder why many forms have grown to like the big guys.
The pony keeps up his measured pace, then slows, and asks, "Can we be face-to-face? You're so pretty.. It's a waste to just see your back."
The mare breathes, then nods. "As you like," she agrees as she rolls forward to ease off, then rolls onto her back. she flutters her eyelashes at him invitingly.
Squatting down, the pony first takes one of Maretraum's long legs and lifts up.. only to start muzzling it. Rhians also don't have very sensitive digits.. but they do have sensitive (and dextrous) lips and tongues. The pony seems determined to taste as much of Maretraum as he can.
Maretraum croons softly, stretching her leg out and wiggling her hoof while the Rhian nuzzles along it. "Feels nice," she murmurs, spreading those longs legs.
After tasting the legs, the Rhian rests them over his shoulders and impales Maretraum again, having to lift her hips up to do it. Then he leans forward, his arms going around the legs to knead at the squishy pillows of her chest.
Maretraum hooks her legs around the rhian's neck. "I could get used to this," she murmurs to the the massaging pony, smiling. "So nice and full you make me," she adds, licking over her lips. She even reaches up and caresses his long face.
The boy whinnies, and dips his head lower so he can suckle while he starts to build a rhythm. It's a good thing he's got a grip on the breasts, or they'd be shaking all over the place once he gets up to ramming speed.
Maretraum whinnies when the pony gets going full force. Yes, she could get used to this. The thoughts of being a brood mare are suddenly not so bad. In fact, they feel kind of nice! Stupid hormones, and stupid crazy from other forms bleeding into each form. She rolls as much as she can, but she lets the pony take the lead as instinct dictates.
What control he showed at the beginning doesn't last long. He speeds up, making use of the cushion from the ample thighs, until the gallop brings him across the finish line. This.. takes longer though. He really basks in the winners circle, as it were, snorting and swishing his tail.
And when the finish line comes, boy can she feel that too. It's flood of warmth and she basks it in, squirming, nickering and hugging him tight with her legs! "Remind me to visit you more often," Maretraum murmurs to him. Right now she doesn't care if that means risking Hortense, her saddles, bridles, and crop! Oh the things people will do when they're lost in the moment.
It takes a moment for the pony to calm down, and he spends that time licking the sweat from Maretraum's mammaries. "Maybe another girl will need help getting pregnant soon," the Rhian whinnies. Eventually though, he has to get up and don his robe.
And Maretraum feels so ... empty with the pony gone! It causes her to whinny sadly as she sits up. "Oh get a grip!" part of her thinks, "Quit being so hormonal!"
The chanting stops now, and the next figure approaches. The hood goes back, revealing Nimue - Maretraum remembers her now, as Ezekiel's sister. She's pale skinned and dark haired, the her makeup makes her look paler with dark circles around her eyes and black lipstick.
"You are the one what wants to get pregnant?" Maretraum asks in shock, as she stares at the human. hooves are fading away to talons and fur replaced by scales as the mare becomes much more ... draconic. One horn becomes several, lips draw back to reveal sharp teeth.
"Uh.. I did.." Nimue notes as she watches the transformation. Then she licks her lips when she gets a good look at the final form.
Draketraum's tail snakes behind the girl and pulls her close, so that she's soon looking up at him. "No backing out now," he rumbles at her.
"I've never seen a dragon," the girl says, a little shiver running through her as she drops her robe. "Are you gonna eat me?"
"No, just impale you," Draketraum claims as he hooks his claws around her shoulders and forces her down onto the dais. He's large, but not too large for this, thankfully; tail and wings make for a bulky appearance. The girl's hips are lifted and soon it is her turn to feel like she's being impaled slowly. It's tight, for certain, but he's moving slow enough that it shouldn't be too painful or risky. "Humans are so warm you know," Draketraum hisses into her ear.
The collected energies are enough to get the girl writhing from the start (although, she was already pretty ready - watching hours of lovemaking can do that to a girl). "You are hot.. I must seem cool to you!" she gasps.
Drakeraum continues slowly until he's fully in the human ... which is possibly uncomfortable! But in this place and the ritual, not that risky. The dragon's body rolls from head to tail and this is more than enough movement to stat the human on quite a forceful sort of ride! "No, you just feel good ... and nothing is more fertile than a dragon, you know. Just when the egg is ready to be laid, you might want to be a bit drunk..." he says; and he is probably teasing! But, it's hard to tell on a scaley face; a grin is scary no matter what.
"I have a human m-mate in mmmmind," Nimue manages to get out, before she's writhing back and gripping her breasts.
"Might be too late now..." Draketraum teases. His head dips down and he knocks one of her hands out of the way so eh can nurse on her while taking her! Still, for the teasing and the scary size and shape, he's surprisingly gentle about it. Not compared to say, oh, how Vorg spends his time.
And soon Nimue is lactating. So that blessing still works. Or it could just be the effect of the energies collected from the others. It was never clear what Mave did with it once it was delivered - fertility doesn't matter to someone her age.
And Draketraum enjoys the treat! He also gets a bit more into it, pace quickening and being a bit rougher. Still, he is mindful of the fragility of the human so he never goes to the point of actually risking her! He just makes it seem like he is.
The fear-thrill has its effect on Nimue, who eagerly takes everything the dragon gives her. Of course, the curse of this form is that it is always aroused, due to the influence of the gold in his implants. But that shouldn't interfere! "Show me your teeth," the intoxicated woman says.
Draketraum obliges, lips drawing back to reveal some very sharp-looking teeth! This is punctuated with a rather hard, and slightly painful, push from him as well!
The girl gasps, and reaches up to grab Draketraum's tongue! She tugs it, trying to draw his head down closer to hers.
"Blurf?" says the drake as his head comes down.
And Nimue.. sucks on Draketraum's tongue! Even teasingly bites it.
"Well, this just turned weird," thinks the dragon whom is taking a human with the intent of making her super fertile. Right, tongue sucking is the weird part.
Still, he gets into it and uses his tongue in this fashion as an odd sort of a kiss. He also hunkers down and gets back to his work! Humans will pale in comparison for the girl for the rest of her life! Yeah, there are some draconic tendencies at play.
After releasing the tongue, Nimue says, "I want to be on top! A dragon rider!" She's a bit breathy when she says it, and it's more of an exclamation than a coherent request, given what she's experiencing. A thought blurted out in the heat of climax.
Draketraum is an accommodating sort. So, he takes a hold of her sides and just rolls over, carrying the human with him and without dislodging! It's rather an impressive feat.
Once the girl realizes her wish has been granted, she sits up.. and goes crazy! Where Draketraum had to be careful, Nimue can go full force. Hopefully she isn't strong enough to actually break anything if she slips.
The dragon lies back and lets the human do whatever she wants! He's just along for the enjoyment, and he does! Her movement and feel is impressive to the point it drives him right over the edge he was on while being careful! It had better be energy flowing out of him instead of other things or the poor girl might get rather messy.
Of course.. there was a lot of energy collected. Which means it will require a few more transfers, assuming Nimue doesn't wear herself out first!
This is sadly where the gold is going to help! Or hurt! After a bit it can get uncomfortable! This is something he can blame Tulani for, though Gorphat might also approve since it does mimic one of her curses. He lets the human go at it, and adds in many appropriate growls and snarls to add to the whole monster fear experience for her!
After two more transfers, Nimue is showing signs of exhaustion. She's covered in sweat, and even her makeup is running now. She slows, and then lies atop the dragon and pants. She doesn't move to slide off of him though.
And the gold is keeping him quite solid even after all that! Stupid gold; it's ... an odd feeling to be constantly aroused. The drake curls arms and legs around the girl, letting her fest upon him until she seems like she wants to leave him. "Okay, now I am going to eat you," he rumble-teases at her.
"Noooo," she objects weakly. "Just put me in a big loaf of bread.. that sounds cozy.."
"I'll take her back to her room," Ezekiel offers.
"Just relax now, for when the egg laying time comes, you won't be," the dragon teases as he now lifts the woman off of him slowly. He rolls back over carefully and offers her to the robed gatherers; that is if they are still there. "I think she's done," he remarks with a horribly smug sort of grin.
Ezekiel gets her back into her robe, then carries her off, the others begin to follow.. except for six other robed figures that stay behind. They haven't participated in anything yet, beyond chanting.
Draketraum arches his scaley brow. "You can stop now," he remarks to the robed figures. He also flops on his side and huffs, "And I can go home. Under his breath he mutters, "One of these days I need to come and just see Mordecai..."
The problem though is that Nimue didn't drain away all of the energy. Luckily the clean up crew is there, as the six figures drop their robes to reveal Hortense's does. They all tackle the dragon at once, smothering him until.. he shrinks down in Bucktraum!
"I'm doomed! Doomed! But at least it means Hortense will be stuck with extra fertile does! They'll be all needy and wanty and drive her crazy! Ah, revenge, I got some even without planning it," Bucktraum thinks. Unfortunately he also vocalizes a nice "Mwhaahahha!" just before disappearing into lapi fluff! What a dream! At least it didn't involve pigs this time. Those are really weird.