The sound of clattering buckets wakes Nicora. She's pretty well glued into her alcove, but her head is free to move - and her eyes open just in time to see a naked Skreek tail pass by the entry to the chamber, heading towards the suite of the High Priestess. Otto probably checks every morning to see if Nicora is there.. but apparently doesn't check the Horrib Lair. The Yodhgorphat's breasts are aching in their confinement, and her left hand and spots on her belly are starting to itch maddeningly, along with a few other random spots across her body.
"I am in the room next door, Otto," Nicora calls out when she spots the tail. Gods, does her chest hurt, and boy does she itch! Granted, most is common for the Yodhgorphat, but that doesn't help that she is feeling it! "Children, free me?" she also tries to think to summon the horribs.
Brutus and one of the other drones crawl over Nicora, nibbling away here and there as they eat the resin for reuse. Otto heard, and pauses in the doorway. Apparently he doesn't want to face the Sacred Horribs while they're busy. When one of the 'straps' across Nicora's belly is released, there's spurt of puss that goes with it: the tattoo of larvae chewing through her stomach is oozing where Penance applied the 'pulsating pustulence' to it.
"Oh thank Gods, that feels better," Nicora thinks as some pressure is released from uncomfortable areas. The oozing also makes her ears twitch, but she did offer to go through it with the ackolyte. Crazy, but there you have it.
Of course, once the rest of the restraints have been cleared from her torso, there's more oozing. It may look similar, but it's milk and not puss. Otto dares to approach closer, even though the drones haven't finished their work: Nicora's arms and legs are still glued in place.
"Go ahead and ... milk me as I am. The Horribs will not harm you," Nicora tells the large skreek.
Otto has an awkward time of it, since he has to hold the bucket with one hand and use the other to do the milking, instead of being to just put them on the floor with Nicora bent over them. The drones work on Nicora's legs while the Skreek works. "So.. do you sleep here all the time now?" the man asks.
"On and off I will. Being cocooned now and then is comforting," the Yodhgorphat claims, sounding serious, "And do not worry, when I am fully free, you can milk me as normal, I know it is simpler." She's also oddly fascinated with watching herself be milked; it is rather like watching livestock get milked given how everything ... looks.
Otto works his way from right to left and top to bottom, changes buckets as needed. He can't help but notice the oozing wounds on Nicora's stomach. "Are these.. are you injured?" he asks, a bit nervously.
"A mild infection. I recommend that you do not touch it," Nicora says as if it is perfectly normal to ooze.
"As you say," Otto replies, as he begins to work the lower breasts. They're smaller, so go quicker, and by then her legs have been freed by the drones. "Do you want me to.. perform the other service today?" he asks.
"When I get back in my chambers, of course I do. I may even have you use the tube, I have not decided yet," Nicora claims with the usual air of authority.
The Horrib Queen moves then, clacking her mouthparts. The drones stop what they are doing.. and turn on Otto. Or more specifically, his pants, which they shred.
The Skreek freezes in place. At least it's obvious that he's ready to service the High Priestess, despite the sudden terror.
"Do not harm him! He belongs to me," Nicora thinks to her children! "You are to save your eggs stingers for the Yodhgorphat!"
The Queen doesn't reply, but does rest against Otto's back, looking over his shoulder. One of her limbs touches his wrist, then touches Nicora's leg. There is some clatter-chittering in the Skreek's ear, which he clearly doesn't understand.
"I think she wishes for you to take me on this wall, right now," Nicora tells the skreek, then looks curiously at the Queen for confirmation.
"She wants to.. watch?" Otto asks, looking shocked. Still.. he does grab Nicora's legs and lift them up. At this point it's just her arms that are bound, so it's no trouble to pull her hips away from the wall. And then the rat is pounding away while holding Nicora's legs like the handles of a wheelbarrow while the Queen watches over his shoulder. It's also likely that Penance is awake and watching now as well.
And Nicora closes her eyes for this and takes a deep breath. It starts out as it always does; it feels good. The rat is large to the point it's a bit of a painful stretch, and she's grown to accept and look for that in her partners. "What are you planning, my Daughter?" she thinks, wondering if the Queen can reply in any way at all. Of course thoughts come and go, given the working of the rat is helping ease the swollen urge of Gorphat's curse. Of course it'll become pain once the other aspect kicks in!
The Queen appears to be studying the process. After all, Nicora told her she'd need to do it herself. Otto is clearly terrified of the creature on his back, however.. which means his heart is pounding even more than usual, and he's taking longer than usual as well, as if worried about what will happen if he finishes.
"The queen will not harm you, do not fear," Nicora murmurs ... or rather it's a whispery gasp. Curse Inala for making it feel so good. And curse Gorphat for making it constant, and ending with pain!
Apparently Otto trusts Nicora. Or else his body was reacting to the fear by taking one last big shot at perpetuating his genes, because when he finishes, he finishes big. And then passes out.. which means he falls onto Nicora.
And Nicora finishes with him, the rush of warmth triggering her rush ... and her pain! She winces and has to hang there, taking several deep breaths. "Children, please extract him from me and lay him on the floor," she tries to instruct her children.
The drones struggle to get Otto off and out of Nicora, and the Queen examines him and then examines Nicora. The drones then return to their original task of freeing their mistress from the alcove.
Nicora looks to the Queen. "Do you wish to try?" she asks the creature softly. "Insert your eggs into my womb through the passage the skreek used?" She licks over her lips afterward, wetting them.
The Queen tries. Her ovipositor is a lot harder than flesh, of course, but it's inserted just as the 'curse' blessing kicks in, causing Nicora to cramp up around it. It's not pleasant! Of course, the Queen doesn't need to move or anything. It just isn't clear if an egg was deposited or not before she tries to pull out.
"No, leave it in for a bit, please," Nicora asks on a gasp to the queen. It hurts, but it does help keep her from clenching all the way down!
There are noises from Penance now, and the drones begin to chew her out of her own alcove.
"We will try again later, in a different position," Nicora whispers to the queen, "When the swelling goes down. You may withdraw."
It's still a bit of an effort, with things squeezing shut afterwards. The Queen flies back to her 'throne', and the drones return to grooming her once Penance is freed. She kneels on the ground and coughs, most of her face covered in pus from the oozing Wound on her forehead.
Nicora says to Penance, "Wait there, I will fetch some rags." With that, she does leave the girl to recover from her 'rest' by heading back to her bedroom to in fact fetch some rags! It also gives her a bit of private time to use the shadow to see if the queen successfully did anything by probing her own womb for foreign ... things.
There's something in there. An egg.. but wether it's fertile or not is unknown. This Queen is different, after all.
"An egg. Now the question becomes ... do I see if Hosheb can fertilize it?" Nicora thinks as the shadow withdraws and she goes to gather a few rags to tend to the acolyte. When her cramping subsides, she may just have to try it; she loves the demon after all.
Penance is still on her hands and knees when Nicora returns to her. Along her back, between her wings, are several green circular welts. The ringworms have had more 'time' with Penance after all.
Nicora puts a rag over the oozing wound on Penance's forehead. "Here, hold this," she instructs the girl. When the acolyte goes to do so, she will poke a few of the welts and see how they react. She'll also take the time to finally look at her really itchy left forearm!
There's glowing fuzz outlining the complicated tattoos there now. The fungus is starting to 'fruit' apparently, which means it's probably more progressed on Penance by now. The green welt squirms slightly when touched.. it's still deep in the skin though instead of on the surface.
"She's progressing 'well'," Nicora thinks, feeling pleased. Is this how Gorphat felt when she was inducting her? She doesn't even ask Penance, she pushes the girl forward so that she can take a good look at the area that she painted the fungal spores on ... unfortunately it was on the Eeee's vulva.
It almost looks like she's growing out green hair on the Wound symbol that was 'tattooed' there, but the hair waves about and resembles tiny Eeee wings. It'll probably be time to harvest the spores soon. The glow and the subtle movement make it look almost liquid.
"You are progressing very well; your infections are festering nicely; the fungal once is rather pretty, in fact," Nicora claims as she lets the girl sit back up. "We will have to collect its spores soon. Have you kept to your duties in spite of all these minor distractions?" she asks as she pulls the rag away to inspect the oozing Wound.
With the ooze wiped away, it's clearer now that there's a ringworm on the girl's left cheek. "I've been trying my best," Penance says. She's looking a bit wan, and her stomach is bloated slightly - but that could be from starvation, not necessarily the larvae. Since it's her first implantation, they're probably taking longer to be absorbed.
Nicora feels about on the girl's stomach, trying to make sure there is nothing seriously wrong with her. "Describe your best to me, possible child of Gorphat?" she requests during her inspection. "Have the horribs taken good care of you?"
"They.. fed me," the girl says, making a face. Since she doesn't have any new wounds, that means it was via the mouth.. and the taste is horrible. "I have been in the hospice tents. The.. thing called Blarf is there with me, usually. It sucks on my forehead.. I think it likes the pus. I move it around to the different patients and it feeds on their sores I think.."
"It does. It is a very useful creature," Nicora agrees as she feels Penance's chest, trying to determine if she needs milking. "And horrib nutrients are good food, it just does not taste very good. It is all you are permitted unless I say otherwise."
"And are you happy?" Nicora asks as she does rather firm squeezings on Penance's chest now, double-checking things. "Are you satisfied in your new life?"
There's some swelling in Penance's breasts, it feels like. At least they look a bit more swollen than last time. "I'm.. I'm supposed to be happy?" she asks, as if the thought never occurred to her. "The Yodh serve.. I didn't think happiness was necessary.."
"If you are happy and content in your role, you serve better. What would help you be happy in this life?" Nicora asks, right before she actually nurses on Penance; sucking for a few minutes on each teat to make sure she is not close to discomfort swelling.
There's some milk.. normal milk, apparently. Penance's reaction is mixed and uncertain. "Happy? I.. have no idea," she admits. "I don't remember being happy.. maybe I never was happy! What do I need to do, High Priestess?"
Nicora draws back and wipes her lips. "Find things that make you happy," she tells Penance. "I embrace this life and all its complications," she points out and traces a finger around the green ring on Penance's cheek. "Would you like to spend time with Gorphat, for instance?"
"Have you been bathing regularly in the slime pool?" Nicora also asks. "That brings comfort too."
"Comfort?" the girl asks, looking momentarily horrified. And the idea of meeting Gorphat herself.. "I'm barely an acolyte," she says. "I don't even know any of the rituals or prayers yet. I'm not worthy to meet Gorphat herself!"
There's a groan, as Otto begins to recover.
This causes Nicora to smile. "Ah, good. I must admit I am a bit jealous of Gorphat's attention," she admits. The groan causes her to look to the skreek. "Ah! Yes, would you like him to service you as he services me?" she actually asks Penance.
"But.. I'm.. don't I need to preserve my pur.." Penance starts to say, then realizes 'purity' is silly concept for a Yodhgorphat. "My virginity, I mean. Or do you mean some other service?"
"You do not have to. That is your choice," Nicora notes as she rolls her shoulders. "You will eventually give birth, after all."
"To.. what?" Penance asks, wide-eyed. She clearly witnessed that part of the morning's events, and even glances towards the reposing Horrib Queen.
"To your portion of the sacred horribs, of course," Nicora says as if it were perfectly normal. "That way they will bond to you and be your servants. You will find it quite pleasurable, fret not." How she keeps a straight face in that ... well, must be from all the gambling games of her youth!
"Pleasure.. really?" the girl asks. Otto sits up, and shakes his head.
"Of course," Nicora claims, "I enjoyed it."
"My pants," the big Skreek bemoans. They were a patchwork of many pairs stitched together to fit him.. but they were also his only article of clothing.
"The acolyte can repair them for you," Nicora suggests, "Or you can request a new pair from the hostel outside."
Penance gives Nicora an uncertain look at her claim to have enjoyed birthing giant murder bugs. She also glances at Otto, and blanches further. "Maybe someone smaller.." she mutters.
"Big is better," Nicora remarks; her hearing still quite good.
"You can sew?" the Skreek asks Penance.
"I.. don't know?" Penance admits. "I can try.."
"If you are unsure, you can clean up and tend to the hospice patients," Nicora notes, "And Otto can get new pants from them as well."
"So, decide. Are you going to try, or not?" Nicora asks.
"I'll try to fix them," Penance says. "And then go to the hospice as well. I need to be able to sew.. there are wounds to stitch closed, after all."
"Ah, then I will go bathe and check on your afterward," Nicora says as she rises. "Otto, please take the milk out to the Hospice please; they will have need of it."
The big Skreek picks up the buckets, and holds one strategically until the pants situation is resolved. Penance begins to collect the pieces, still on her hands and knees. "Do I need to be careful about infecting patients with my own afflictions?" she asks.
"Yes, you do. You do not wish to make them worse after all. Not unless they ask for it," Nicora says as she stands up slowly and stretches a bit to loosen up stiff muscles. "Your own afflictions will be gone in a few days, I suspect. Do you wish for more when they are gone?"
"I should always be in a state of affliction, shouldn't I?" Penance asks. "You are, after all. And.. should I be asking people if they want to share my afflictions? I've gotten a few comments about the glowing fungus. Many are curious to see what happens when it has runs its course. Well.. mostly those that already bear a green mark of some sort.."
"You can offer to share them. If those wish the fungus, have them ask Gorphat for it, then apply it as you did to me," Nicora notes. "And no, you do not always have to be in a state of affliction. I am because I utterly adore Gorphat and always want her touch upon me."
"Isn't that what you want from me too though?" Penance asks. She finally stands, clutching the pieces of cloth. At least the drones didn't shred the pants completely, just did what they had to to get them off. "If I'm not afflicted, how will I convince others to take on the challenge themselves?"
"You have to want it, though. It can't just be because you think you have to," Nicora points out and taps Penance's nose. "A true Yodhgorphat will find her contentment and enjoyment in being afflicted and always growing stronger."
"Yes, High Priestess," Penance says, and blushes a bit at the reminder. "I have to want it. I want to find my purpose," she says.
"I am not sure how to make you want it," Nicora admits, "Have any of the afflictions you carry now made you feel anything ... good at all?"
"I feel ill most of the time," Penance claims. "But.. I don't actually get sick. I feel weak still, but.. I'm not particularly weak. It is confusing. Sometimes though, when I'm with a patient and they seem to feel better.. I like that."
"Ah, then you find joy in helping others. Let me try a different explanation," Nicora says and holds up a finger. "If you go through something, you know how it feels, and how to treat it, and how to soothe others with it. So, by enduring this and growing stronger, it also teaches you how to comfort those with it. Does that help you find a path and actual desire to endure more?"
Penance's eyes seem to light up. "Yes.. Yes that makes sense," she says. "That's the reason for the afflictions then, isn't it? To make us stronger not for ourselves, but so we can be stronger for others?"
Nicora taps Penance's nose. "Just so. You are starting to understand. I greet every new affliction with pride and joy because of such," she tells the acolyte. "And because I want your touch, Mother, always," she thinks to Gorphat.
The girl seems to gain a bit of energy after that. "I will fix the pants, then bring them to the big man and make my rounds," she says firmly. "I will talk to the shaven-ones more, as well."
"The shaven ones?" Nicora inquires.
"There are those who wear green, or mark themselves with green.. and those who shave themselves to show support," Penance says. "They think it means they have shed their protection, because Gorphat will protect them. Or else they welcome the challenge."
"Ah! I did not know they have taken a specific name," Nicora admits, "I should visit them as well. If any express interest in joining the order, you will tell me, yes?"
"Oh yes, right away," Penance promises. "They watch me a lot, to see how I do. It encourages me to always act brave. Even though I'm sure some are just ogling me."
"Ogling is ... it can be fun to tease them," Nicora admits with a smirk. "So, feel free to be a bit ... playful with those. Then scare them. That's the best."
"I don't know if should do that," Penance says, looking troubled. "I.. I shouldn't tease people or scare them. I'm not sure why, but I shouldn't."
"As you like," Nicora concedes, "Only do that which you are comfortable with."
The girl actually smiles then, looking a bit relieved. "Thank you, High Priestess," she says, and then makes her way out of the chamber to find sewing supplies, most likely.
Nicora stretches. "Bath time. It .. soothes things," she mutters to herself as she waddles out of the room. When things really clench down there it makes waking hard; and everything just really uncomfortable!
This area of the temple is generally deserted. It isn't even clear if Sil or Fon include this chamber in their cleaning rounds - they seem to be leery of clearly religious areas.
Or places that smell really rank and are full of disgusting things. Still, Nicora doesn't mind it, not anymore. She takes a deep breath and waddles her way slowly into the slime pool to sooth her various itches, cramps, and swellings. "Aaaaaah," she says as she feels the slime literally crawling up her legs.
It's a bit like being massaged by hundreds of squishy fingers, which is to say it isn't really like being massaged at all. But it's not too cool or warm, and the goo warms to body temperature quickly enough. "You've been spending time with Inala again," Gorphat points out, rising out of the far end of the pool.
Nicora is up to her neck soon enough and finding some enjoyment in the worm 'caress'. "Only a little," she claims quickly to Gorphat, feeling a twinge of nervousness. Usually when Gorphat brings that up, bad things happen to her.
"A little?" the Goddess of Affliction asks, wading closer. "You went on a quest for Her," Gorphat corrects.
"For Her restraints, yes," Nicora says as her ears fold back a bit, but she deosn't back away as Gorphat approaches. "Nothing as near or as grand as I have done for You, Mother."
"Hmmm," Gorphat ponders, as she slides up against Nicora. "You've gone on a quest with Blakat as well," she points out.
Nicora leans in against Gorphat and nuzzles her neck affectionately. "But I bear horribs for you," she points out, "And ask you for your blessings."
"But those aren't.. companionable," Gorphat notes, dips her head to kiss one of Nicora's shoulders.. and a ringworm appears painfully at that spot.
Nicora winces slightly as her shoulder starts to hurt. She reaches up to feel the swelling spot. "So I should quit bearing your horribs?" she asks.
"Oh, no, that is part of your duty.. as you have defined it now, for all following Yodhgorphat," Gorphat notes with a sticky grin. "I just feel you and I should do something together."
Nicora's ears twitch. So she will be bearing another brood of those creatures ... and it is all her fault. She putts a hand lightly behind Gorphat's neck, then draws her in close to kiss her warmly and fully on the lips (and yes, tongue is also involved. When the kiss ends, she draws back and says, "Then we should. Do you have a quest you wish the both of us to do?" she asks; her own lips sticky with residue from the kiss.
Of course, her tongue begins to itch after that. Can you get a ringworm on your tongue?
Nicora pulls her tongue out to try and look at it.
"I'll think of something," Gorphat promises. "I am not the most active of beings.. usually it was a quest to get to see Me and beg for a blessing to be removed.."
There's a green ring on it, from what Nicora can see (and with such a long tongue, it's not hard). But it also seems to be fading already.
"I beg you to place them upon me," Nicora notes after she felt the itchy spot for movement. "I just ... I like your touch, the challenges, discomforts ... and disfigurements," she adds in admission. "They make me stronger."
"Yes, but a quest needs to be for Me," Gorphat insists. "Something that I want, that you can get for me..."
Nicora continues to nuzzle, caress, and massage Gorphat. "Anything for you, Mother," the Yodhgorphat claims as she dotes upon the Goddess.
"Anything?" Gorphat asks coyly.
"Anything," Nicora says, even though it is a terrible promise to make. She kisses Gorphat again.
This causes little green itchy circles on her lips.. which don't fade quite as fast as the tongue one.
Nicora licks her lips afterward. She can't help it, she is feeling for movement in the circles.
There's pulsing, if not wiggling. "There may be something you can get for me.. I'll have to sift through the Lore to find something suitable," Gorphat says.
"I will be at your beck and call when you decide on it, Mother," Nicora promises as her hands wander, massaging and feeling up the Goddess lightly.
Gorphat doesn't talk for the next few minutes, as she returns the gropes. Of course, her touch causes ringworm-welts to form.. often in sensitive places due to her fingers probing a bit.
The welts hurt, and cause Nicora to gasp out, but ... she never complains. Instead, she returns the exploration and probing of the Goddess, her fingers entering sensitive places if the Goddess permits it. "I only want to be your perfect Daughter," she claims in a wavering whisper.
"Perfect?" Gorphat asks, pulling away slightly to look at Nicora's face. "Only I can be perfect, Daughter. Do not aspire to replace Me, please. Know your limits.. and always push them."
"Best then. I want to be your best Daughter," Nicora corrects herself, "I could never replace you."
"Better than Phlagaea?" Gorphat asks, a bit teasingly. "She will bear a new generation.. a combination of both your best traits."
"I don't know if I could be better than her," Nicora admits. "Special daughter? Most blessed?"
"Most successful, certainly," Gorphat suggests. "Phlagaea did not win converts, despite her efforts."
Nicora kisses Gorphat again, then even goes up on her tiptoes and kisses the mark on the Goddess' forehead. "And I will continue to do so as best I can," she promises. "It is difficult, but some are learning of your greatness now."
"My greatness," Gorphat echoes, a bit hollowly. "I will have to change to meet it the expectation. I am being redefined.. we all are. But then so is Babel, isn't it?"
"It is indeed. All of you will have a place in the new Babel, and each I think will find contentment in it," Nicora promises. "I only ask ... that you do not discard me at the end as I reflect much of old Babel."
"You are the one redefining us," Gorphat points out. "Me, certainly. Rephath and Blakat as well. They aren't part of the Trinity, of course.. not really family. But those of us you affect are the ones that will be around in the future."
"Yes, but I often think that once the transformation is done, it will be time for me to go, or end. I view the battle with the General as my final one," Nicora notes.
"A final battle for Babel, and for the Sabaoth, perhaps," Gorphat says. "Maybe for the Sisters even. You will leave us. You have other responsibilities, and we will be able to stand on our own."
Nicora also takes a moment to probe herself with a finger, to see if her horrible cramping as relaxed enough in the pool. "But I don't want to leave You," Nicora admits, "I want to remain a part and do things with You."
"You will always be linked to us," Gorphat promises. She also probes to confirm that Nicora is no longer suffering the curse.. even though the touch causes ringworm-welts inside. "Especially through Phlagaea."
Nicora goes up on her toes as Gorphat probes into a delicate part, and leaves behind a rather aggravating itch deep within; and with her arousal blessing, that is going to be a torment. "And you and I may still ... spend time together?" Nicora asks.
"I will find time for you," the goddess claims with a smirk.
"As I am before you now?" Nicora asks next, sounding almost plaintive.
"In any form.. but this one does please me most," Gorphat notes.
"It is the form I prefer to be when I am in your presence. It carries your blessings," Nicora admits as she shifts about, itching uncomfortably in many places outside and ... in.
Gorphat runs her fingertips over Nicora.. and soon each nipple has a throbby, itchy green ring around it. "That is good to hear," she claims.
Nicora's head tilts, followed by a hiss of discomfort. "I should go see to training the Queen a bit more," she admits, possibly wanting to escape before she is even more covered in welts than she already is. "Now that my body is more receptive and it will be easier for her."
"Go," Gorphat says. "She must know what she is doing before dealing with Penance. Perhaps Penance should know what she is doing as well by then."
Nicora kisses Gorphat one more time, then draws back and wades her way out of the pool. Once she is out she can clean off her slimy coating and see just how ... bad her ringworm case is. It certainly feels bad.
There are several dozen of the green welts now, making her look 'caught up' to Penance's condition. Of course it's more obvious on the girl, since she doesn't have colorful tattoos and pale skin to confuse things.
She doesn't know if Penance has them on the insides of things, but it does make walking a bit interesting. Each step just makes her insides itch a bit as she walks back through the temple and back to the sacred horrib chamber. "I'm crazy, completely crazy," she thinks with each step.
The chamber is quiet. Half of the drones are out doing whatever it is they do, but the Queen seems awake - or at least tracks Nicora's movements with her head.
"Are you ready to practice more, my Daughter?" Nicora coos at the horrib queen as she slowly approaches.
The Queen chitters, and tries to land on Nicora's back.
Deciding this will be the most natural way for the queen to do it, Nicora drops down to her hands and knees. Unfortunately with the way her chest sags down, it makes her look rather larva-like. She lets the horrib settle in on her back and get 'comfortable'. The Yodhgorhat then takes a few breaths. "Now, insert your ovipositor gently into me until you feel a bit of pressure resisting it," she instructs. She even reaches back with one hand to help guide the queen in if required.
The hard tube is inserted, although perhaps it could been more gentle. It isn't sensitive after all, and the Queen doesn't really grasp 'resistance' so pushes through the cervix immediately.
Nicora's eyes go wide and she gasps n sudden pain. The insertion was rather rough; she was going to show her how to push it through the muscle ring slowly. But, it does show this position works very well for this; things are in the right alignment to avoid significant damage. Nicora takes a few deep breaths, steadying herself. She keeps her hand back there, resting against the base of the hard tube going into her. She's really taking to her role as the High Priestess, because the next thing she says is, "You are in the right spot. Now ... lay as many eggs as you can within me." It's unlikely, after all, that all could root, so it is best to make sure the odds are a few will be viable.
There's no way to feel how many are planted - they're too small to really register. Once the Queen pulls out, however, Brutus takes over. He is slightly more gentle, but that could be do to wielding smaller equipment. At least this Nicora can feel, as he fills the uterus with liquid nutrients (and possibly fertilizes things).
"Brutus, what are you doing...?" Nicora has to ask as it surprises her when the large drone has clamped onto her back and inserted into her. She doesn't stop him, though, she lets him ... do what he believes he should be doing. It may be necessary after all. So, she just tries to relax, as much as anyone can with a murder-bug on her back and just places her hand on her lower stomach, feeling it lightly as Brutus injects; curious just how much the bug plans to do. She also wonders curiously if he'll also place the cervical plug when he's done.
As before, the drone does apply a plug while pulling out. This leaves Nicora with a bit of a gut from the yolk filling.
Nicora remains on her hands and knees, panting softly, surprised at how ... quickly it all went. Also that the horribs only needed a little guidance to do it. "They learn fast. Very fast. These are smart horribs," she thinks, feeling nervous. As if she doesn't believe what just happened, she actually inserts a finger to see how thick and solid the plug is, and if she can still engage in carnal activities or not. Or if she wanted to, could she actually get the plug out.
It's not that thick.. but it's also a bit more solid than the usual sebum-wax. It could probably come out.. but with things being a bit pressurized at the moment, that could get messy.
Nicora leaves it in place and draws her finger out. She sits up, then struggles up to her feet. "You learn fast," she comments to the creatures of the room, but mostly to the Queen and Brutus, while she rubs and massages her pudgy gut. The poor Yodhgorphat is back to looking like she has udders again, given the quad-teats on her lower stomach. "We will have to see if it ends up viable or not," she tells the bugs. "And if so, you might have to feed them again, but that can be done through the stomach wall."
"Did-a-chick," Brutus comments.
"Hosheb, come to me," Nicora thinks as she continues to absently rub her gut (as well as occasionally scratch one of the welts!)
And to avoid issue, Nicora waddles her way back to her private chambers before the great demon arrives. The plug may not actually be big, but it sure feels large.
Once Nicora returns to her own chambers, the familiar half-horrib, half-Eeee form is there in the shadows. "You summoned?" Hosheb asks.
"Ah, yes. I thought you should know this as it may please you," Nicora says as she makes her way up to the great demon. She even takes one of its horrifying claws and places it against her gut. "I am teaching the queen and the drones how to breed with the Yodhgorphat. Our order will brood the sacred creatures; the children of your loins," she tells him. "This is a test, to see if the Queen and the drones could do it. They may or may not be ... viable. But, they are laid properly and I am plugged to hold it all in until we can see if they bond."
"A formidable pairing," Hosheb suggests. "The Sacred Ones will command the mundane Horribs."
"Does it please you? It is you who taught me to find enjoyment in being the brooder of your kind," Nicora claims.
"It pleases me that it pleases you, Mistress," Hosheb insists.
"I suppose it is not safe for us to ... mate, yes?" Nicora asks, sounding disappointed, but accepting if that is the case.
"Restraint would be required," the demon claims.
"As in you would need to restrain me?" Nicora asks.
"I would need to be careful and not get carried away," the demon clarifies.
"Do you want to? Or do you wish to wait and see if this," Nicora asks as she rubs her stomach for emphasis, "works?"
"There are alternatives," Hosheb notes. "Bend over.."
Nicora bends over as instructed; returning to looking like a larva as things droop. "I feel like one of Magog's children," she thinks, given she's squishy and oozy!
Hosheb mounts her from behind, using the alternative entry. The impacts exaggerate the squishiness, making ripples and causing breasts to sway.
Along with hurting! Hosheb is not exactly built for pleasure, and he hurts with normal mating. Alternative mating is ... it's not the worst thing she has ever felt, but it's up there in its discomfort! Her expression shows it, complete with one eye seemingly bigger than the other. "I ... ow ... am ... Oh Goddess ... such ... an ... ooog ... idiot!" floats through her brain. And yet with this self admonishment, she never asks him to stop! The Yodhgorphat may as well have a new title, High Brooder, mate of the sacred creatures! And time will tell if the hybrid Queen and the drones are compatible with Eeee. If it is successful, it just means ... well, no birth is pleasant anyway!