Aside from the occasional gurgle, Nicorina slept well, and woke up feeling recharged. Which was good, since Otto was definitely feeling his oats. He also learned how to pace himself: two hours of romping, with a half-hour cool-down break (which still involved lots of nursing), then start up again. Skreeks, like many of Nikky's favorite species, still had a penile bone for support, allowing for marathons like this. After over ten hours of this, the big rat didn't look like he'd be raring to go again after the current cool-down.
It was during the cool-down breaks, while Otto nursed off of Nikky, that the larvae seemed most active. Or rather, happy. They were releasing something into Nikky's bloodstream that was making her feel a bit euphoric - a new twist, since previous larvae didn't do anything like that. As far as she knows, only the adult forms even produce the paralyzing, numbing venom.
"Whooo, wow, I feel niiiiiice," Nikky thinks as she basks the the glow of whatever it is those critters are releasing into her bloodstream and Otto nurses. "I t'hink you need some real rest soon, ratto," she murmurs as she stretches out.
"Nap.." Otto mutters. "Then gotta work..snzzz.." And just like that, he's asleep, with his head still lying on Nikky's chest.
Nikky snickers as she eases the skreek off her chest and rolls to her hands and knees. A short pushup and the rat is back to her feet, though swaying a bit as she has been off them all day! She tries to wipe herself down a bit ... then licks her hands afterward! "Mmmm, ratty," she cackles to herself.
Standing up, she can tell that she's noticeably larger. There's a definite bulge to her belly.. and even her breasts look larger. She can feel the added weight in her lower back.
Nikky slinks out of the chamber and back to her own room where there is an actual mirror! Of course she locks the door behind herself so as to not have to explain why there's a rat in the High Priestess' bedroom! Once secure she goes to look at herself in the mirror from a sideways profile, one hand on her gut.
She looks pregnant.. at least, for a Skreek. With the gypsies, there was just one Skreek couple - but they had a lot of kids, and it was rare that the wife, Mada, wasn't pregnant. But she only ever had one child at a time.. and she looked bigger than this when she was about ready to give birth. Larvae aren't baby Skreeks though.
"Woah, I actually look preggers," Nikky says in awe as she turns side to side and holds her distended gut. She grins from ear to ear a moment later, commenting, "I like it. An' right now it feels good. Really good. Batty body gonna look huge."
Nikky also watches for visible movement in that wormy-gut.
Which begs the question: how huge? Given Nicora's general issues with movement, would she even be able to move?
Nikky slinks her way back to the bed so that she can sit upon it. It's safer to change while sitting of course. So, she closes her eyes so that she can disappear into shadow. It's in shadow that she 'relaxes', which means her body should revert to 'normal'. Which, unfortunately, is Nicora when she is already in a female form.
The support from the shadow fades once the transformation is done, and Nicora feels herself pressed down onto the bed. Even sitting requires her legs to be splayed wide, with the distended belly touching the top of the bed and pulling at her chest.
"Woah," Nicora mutters as she spreads her legs to balance her increase in weight. She looks down at the huge got for an Eeee body. "I don't think I've been this big before," she says as she rubs over the stretched, smooth, skin. "Except maybe term end of the queen."
The skin is so stretched, that it's even more translucent than usual. Something squirms, and part of the distended 'larvae chewing their way out' tattoo bulges, right under one of the four 'udder teats' attached to it.
"Nono, no eating me," Nicora says quickly as she rubs the spot underneath her teat for fear that she might feel pain next. She then tries to stand ... by extending her wings back a bit behind her to try and counter-balance the front weight.
Eeee wings are not very heavy, despite being the largest limbs. Nicora has to shift her arms behind her as well to avoid falling forward.. and even then it's tricky. Just a little bit more forward lean and she'll be moving in that direction whether she wants to or not.
Nicora makes a very slow movement towards the door so that she can unlock it and open it. "If I didn't look like livestock before, I do now," she mutters to herself, her inch plus long teats flopping about against her swollen gut.
Once the door is opened, Brutus flies from the lair next door to hover in front of it. He's soon joined by the other subordinate drones.
"Ah, you," Nicora says as if she isn't surprised at all by this, "Bring my skedat 'throne', please. It is difficult to walk with your brothers growing inside me."
"Did-a-CHICK," the big drone replies, and the others surround Nicora and latch onto her limbs. Brutus grabs onto her back, in his 'usual' position, and with a coordinated effort they lift Nicora into the air.. a few inches at least.. and start to hover her towards their lair.
"This is not what I asked!" Nicora tells the recalcitrant insects supporting her, "I have a chair that can carry me about just fine and I do not need anything in the lair." She at least doesn't struggle since she doesn't want to fall and she is very unsteady right now ... and the likelyhood the little monsters will sting her if she fights too much.
"Dud-a-Chum," Brutus apologizes, and follows up with "Did-a-Chum".. which he's never 'said' before, once the drones get Nicora into the lair proper.. and keep carrying her towards the queen.
Nicora's eyes get large as they take her towards the queen. "Ah, if you cannot tell, there is no way for me to hold any more than those that are already growing inside me..." she tells the monsters that carry her. She still remembers the pain of the queen's birth; and while the horrib queen is 'technically' her daughter, she doubts the creature feels any daugterly love towards her.
The Queen's support harness looks more like a proper, suspended throne now. She even has her lower legs folded up to 'sit' in it. "Did-Did-Chick-a-Chick," she 'coos' at Nicora as the drones bring her closer. The mutant Horrib's forward-thorax-arms unfold and reach for Nicora, the cruel pincers opening wide.. and then there's a crack as the chitin armor cracks and falls away. The pincers are now replaced with white, fleshy looking fingers.. four per arm. These reach out the rest of the way and caress Nicora's belly.
"Eeeeee, okay, that's freakish!" Nicora thinks, "And I birthed it!" The held Eeee twitches as those fingers caress over her massively distended gut as she gets more and more nervous abut the situation! "They're doing fine," Nicora claims; "I have been a good host to them and have kept them safe. There are five within me." Whether or not the queen understands, or cares, well...
The chitinous face turns up to look at Nicora then, and the plates and mouthparts rearrange to look more Eeee-like - or at least, more Hosheb like. "Mck-mck-mck," the Queen clacks. "Mck-Arr" There's almost a sense of affection behind the odd vocalization.
"Yes? I am your mother?" Nicora tells the creature haltingly. "And the brood-mother of your children that grow within my womb. It is an honorable fate for all Yodhgorphat."
"Did-a-Chick!" the Queen agrees, and her mouth parts open wide. A fleshy tube extends and kisses Nicora on the lips. It has lips on the end of it. There might even be a tongue.. or multiple tongues.. inside of it.
Nicora's eyes go wide again! She .. isn't sure how to feel about this. At all. But, she's also helpless at the moment, so ... kisses back gently so as to not offend the monster she birthed.
"Did-a-Chick! Dud-a-Chum!" the drones begin to chant, and the Queen withdraws the mouth tube from the kiss.. only to tilt her head down and attached it to one of Nicora's upper teats. It sucks hard.. with a lot more vacuum than someone with a normal mouth could produce. Parts of the creature even begin to glow green as it takes in the luminous milk.
Nicora's jaw clenches tight when the suction begins! "Ow, Gods, that hurts! the denuded Eeee thinks when the rough suckling upon her is in full force. It's not going to be good for her already deformed teats, that's for sure. If they weren't long enough before, they may be longer after!
The Queen thoroughly drains each of the upper four breasts - and perhaps a bit more than drain, since the green fluid that trickles out when she's done isn't milk, but Nicora's Gorphat-tinted blood. The creature doesn't try to suckle at the lower set though. Instead, her new 'hands' massage at the one that had a bulge under it earlier.
Nicora has to take in several pained breaths to steady herself; her upper chest hurts, a lot. But ... knowing Gorphat they'll still swell again and need milking in a day anyway. The touch of massage causes Nicora to twitch slightly, and in spite of herself, gasp a bit. Touch on her gut feels oddly nice while pregnant.
There isn't any more of the euphoria venom, but the larvae also clearly like the touch. It feels nice and relaxing, with milk dribbling out.. until there's a sudden, sharp pain like being stabbed! Except it's going the wrong direction, as a thin, black, segmented tentacle or antenna bursts out of the milk canal and waves about until the Queen catches and caresses it in her fingers. "Chum-a-Chum," she coos.
"Aagh!" Nicora cries out when there is lancing pain in her abdomen. "Oh ... my ... Gods," the Eeee thinks in horror as she sees something ticking out of that distended teat that really shouldn't be! The Eeee at this point is shivering and feeling rather terrified at the moment!
There's more pain as the appendage withdraws, although not as intense. "Chick-a-Chick," the Queen is clacking to the drones, and Nicora feels the first prick and spreading coldness of the paralysis venom in her lower back - Brutus must have stung her.
"Ow, ow, ow," Nicora complains as the tendril draws back into her body, leaving a very aching and bleeding teat in its wake. The sting them makes her blink, as soes the spreading coldness. "What are you doing, Brutus?" she asks, looking over her shoulder, "Don't sting me!"
"Dud-a-Chum," Brutus notes, and the other drones sting Nicora's limbs to paralyze them as well. The amount of venom isn't enough to completely paralyze her though, only the areas it's injected into. That means while her arms, legs and wings go numb, the rest of her (and her tail) are still sensitive.
"Ow, stop it. You're supposed to obey me," Nicora complains at the bugs that are holding her and stinging her! "Great, now I have numb arms and legs, but ... gah," she thinks, given her head, chest, belly, tail, and swollen genitalia still fill everything perfectly.
The Queen hugs Nicora, wrapping various appendages around her, and tries to make a comforting sound that is less purr and more rattle. "Mo-Terr," she says, while the drones stretch out the Eeee's numb wings overhead.
For some reason this is not very comforting, especially as they seem to be positioning her. She can't feel the movement, but she feels the weight shift. "What are they doing? Gorphat, you permit this?" the Eeee wonders.
When the drones get her shoulders, it's clear to Nicora that they're cocooning her... but not fully. Her wings must be almost fully encased, but Brutus is only running the odd resin in certain areas across her front and back. Across the shoulders, between the upper breasts and around her belly, passing along her sides to connect with more of the stuff on her back. So far there hasn't been anything on her head.
"You don't need to cocoon me. I have duties," Nicora tries to argue with them since she can't squirm. As she looks around, she's grateful at least they aren't spreading her legs and leaving her vulva exposed.
No, that comes after she's pivoted forward on her wing-shoulders. The numbness is wearing off, replaced with pins-and-needles that at least let her know where her limbs are. And they are being spread out, arms and legs both, and suspended with gooey ropes of the resin from the ceiling.. not unlike the Queen's 'throne' is. This puts Nicora about four feet over the floor. Her wings have been effectively glued to the roof of the chamber as extra support, and breasts dangle straight down. If she tilts her head back she can see the Queen, but that's not going to be comfortable for very long.
"Okay, you can cut me down now," Nicora says as she now tries to squirm-move those tingling appendages. Not that they will likely listen to her, but she has to ask! This position makes her feel like so much 'meat'; a lot of floppy meat at that given the weight hanging down.
Brutus lands on her back again.. but instead of cutting her down, he pushes her tail aside and enters her, his long feeding tube pushing right through the plug he and his brothers installed earlier. This realizes a lot of fluid that smells like rotting meat, and then the drone's tube is sealing things off while it pumps the Eeee's womb full of nutrient goo. Being suspended, her belly has nowhere to expand but down as a result.
Nicora's jaw snaps shut in pain. "Ugh, Gods, ow," Nicora thinks as things already stretched thin stretch even thinner. This sort of 'penetration' doesn't feel good at all ... and worse she knows they'll just replug her; sealing that goo inside her, leaving her painfully stretched and swaying like some sort of insectoid eggsack.
Brutus doesn't pull out and re-plug once he's done topping Nicora off. "Chick-a-Chick-a-Chick," he clacks, and starts moving as if mating with the Eeee. This does stimulate things, and makes the larvae more active as well. She can feel them squirming and twisting around in a big ball.
And Nicora, in spite of herself, sighs. Part of it feels good to her body, but that is because Gorphat has done well at training her to find pleasure in pain. So, while Brutus 'mates' with her, she coos and sighs to herself.
The giant monster bug doesn't seem to have any stamina issue, capable of mechanically keeping up the stimulation indefinitely. This pays off for Nicora when the larvae start to release their feel-good venom again, making all of the discomfort just.. drift away.
Nicora's pained expression fades into one of, well, bliss, as she feels all warm and fuzzy, inside and out. "This part isn't so bad," she burbles. She can't really push herself, but her inflamed passage does squeeze nicely on the hard tube.
The buzzy-sensations get stronger, and begin to affect Nicora's senses. The walls take on auras, all of shifting colors and sounds. The shifting colors coalesce, and Nicora feels far away. Kxxgpertoc is blocking the tunnel. It's clinging to the smooth wall with the suckers of its star-fish like foot, shaking and shimmering with a confusion of colors and odors, as if in fear. But Nicora knows there's nothing to fear here, in the Home-of-Moving. A few tendril-prods should get Kxxgpertoc to move! Nicora can't ripple her wing-vanes forever to keep from drifting in the tunnel-breeze.
And Nicora, in this strange place and stranger mind, tries to poke at Kxxgpertoc to gut him to move. Part of her tries to remind her that she was one Eeee, and worse, she birthed these things at random; but at the foggy thought of that, it just 'feels nice', as if aspects of her liked it deeply.
Reluctantly, Kxxgpertoc shifts to let Nicora pass. The poet is too sensitive and moody for a proper Elder. Once past, it's a simple matter to jet forwards into the Creation Chamber. The spherical space is perforated by many tunnels, but most of the inner surface is covered in Elders. All sway to the same color-song, tendrils and sensils fully extended and focused on the Egg floating at the center. After a thousand spore-cycles, the Servant is finally done! No more labor! Nicora just has to take her place in the matrix and add her efforts to the collective.
And onward Nicora tries to squirt herself through the passageway and into the Creation Chamber. While there is no greater gift than to be a Servant giving life to these creatures, it is time to bring this cycle to a close. As she enters, her waving and color-song joins in with the others as she floats about, locating a place to attach herself to sing this child to life.
The great pearlescent egg ripples with waves of color and energy, and finally begins to dissolve. Inside is a dark mass, formless. Once the egg is completely gone, the Servant opens its Eyes and Mouths, and stretches into directions that can't be seen even with five eyes, but to the aroused sentiles it is unfolding like a flower. Elders begin to lash it with sound and light. "We are your masters. We created you. You are shoggoth."
The mass roils under the onslaught, and replies, "I am shoggoth. I am Legion."
And Nicora's own color-song is part of this, repeating what the Elders say as they sing this creature into being and part of the glorious hole. The thought of being Eeee is completely gone; this is her place and her world.
The song changes. The Ritual of Control and Summoning and Binding is being imprinted onto the Servant, and also coalescing onto stone tablets, using the pictographic writing of the Elder Things. One is cast into the mass of the shoggoth, the others are handed around. Nicora holds one briefly. Remember, Legion says to Nicora, and to Nicora alone. Remember our bargain. Destroy the General, and our Binding to her is ended.
This triggers an old memory. Well, old relatively' the creature that created the exploding Eeee women, the creature called Legion that lives within the mists. It is all related to this? Surely the General wasn't one of the Servants?
The worlds of the Things and dreams are side-by-side, the shoggoth seems to say. There's a wind coming from it, pushing through Nicora. Move along. And then the chamber is receding, and Nicora can see her Elder form receding with it, as the wind carries her away..
"Wait, who will you bind with after her?" Nicora thinks as the wind sweeps her from this strange place!
Bound. But not by resin, but metal. Metal like stone. It wraps around Snowcora's wrists and ankles, pulling her limbs wide. "Bind?" a dark voice rumbles. "Isn't that what I've done?" Vorgulremik asks, his horrific face hovering before Snowcora's. Firelight dances across the shiny iron-rock of the cavern.. and the woman remembers a time when the dragon was melted and fused into the very mountain itself - a bit like Nicora is in the Horrib Lair on another plane of consciousness.
"This is not amusing," Snowcora growls at Vorgulremik, "Release me from this, now!" She then squirms, pulling at the cold metal spreading her wide and making her immensely vulnerable.
"Isn't this what you missed?" the dragon asks, and drags a cold, black tongue across Snowcora from crotch to chin. "Are you no longer in the mood to surrender to me?" Vorgulremik asks, sounding mock-hurt. "Or.. is there some other reason?"
Snowcora squirms. "No other reason," she claims, not wanting to speak of what is happening to her in the 'real world'. "I am not some snack for you."
"What would you offer for your release?" Vorgulremik asks coyly, one claw tapping at the rough shackle around a wrist.
"What would you want?" Snowcora counters.
"You don't seem to be in the mood to be prey," the dragon says. "So.. an opportunity, perhaps?" He then rears back and blows fire across the woman! It doesn't burn her, but it melts away the metal. Snowcora drops.. and seems to fall slowly into darkness, which gives way to an Abu Dhabi styled seraglio, with hanging Zolk curtains and a warm pool. She lands in the pool, gently, the area lit by candles floating in large flowers. The air smells very nice, thanks to floral incense wafting about.
"Okay, i have to admit, this is better," Snowcora thinks as she floats in the pool. She tries to not think about the floating in warmth given there are things floating in her warmth just 'outside'. She stretches out and wiggles her toes in the warm water.
Something tickles those wiggling toes. "More relaxing?" Vorgulremik asks, now in his somewhat cruel-featured dark elf form. "Have you been under a lot of stress?"
"I'm always under a lot of stress," Snowcora claims with a smirk. "And you could have left the restraints."
"Oh?" the elf says, moving towards Snowcora's head, and trailing two fingers along her body as he goes. "I may yet.."
Snowcora smirks again, watching those tracing fingers. "May what, hmm? Start a harem with me? decorate me in metal piercings?" she teases.
He stands behind Snowcora's head now, and sinks to his knees in the water so that he can rub her shoulders while she floats. "Pierce you? Well.. certainly at some point, in some way," the elf says.
Snowcora laughs, "I think I'm more perverse than you. That's a scary thought." She leans forward, head bowed just a bit, as her shoulders are massaged. She has to admit, that does feel nice.
"I'm new to perversion," Vorgulremik claims. "My tastes have all been simple, after all." From somewhere, he picks up a glass oil lamp, and pours out the fragrant oil over Snowcora's chest, then sets it aside and begins to spread it around and massage the woman's breasts.
"And yet you seem to enjoy it, all the same. You put me in those bonds, after all," Snowcora points out as she lets her eyes close. "Now, what is it you want? You don't visit unless there is something you want."
"I'm used to binding people for other reasons," the elf claims. "As for why.. because you missed me. You come to me when you need to. Or when you are trying to distract yourself perhaps.." He squeezes, then leans over to suckle at the milk that comes forth, letting his long hair tickle Snowcora's throat. "Perhaps you are just seeking out some civil or gentle company?" he suggests after having his taste.
"If I wanted that I wouldn't have come to you," Snowcora claims once the nursing is ended; it at least didn't hurt like the queen did. "So, you're claiming I came to you?"
"Dreams are curious things," Vorgulremik claims. "Sometimes lucid, with purpose.. or playing out subconscious desires. How are things in the waking world?" he asks. "There may be a clue there."
"Unpleasant, but that is nothing new," Snowcora claims, apparently not wanting to go into detail on it. The only subconcious thing she does is to rub her stomach.
The elf grins, and moves to Snowcora's side so he can lift her out of the water, and actually cradle her. "Unpleasant?" he asks. "And your reaction at first.. hmm. Telling, I think."
"Bah, I'm not going to talk about it," Snowcora claims as she is lifted up. She has to steady herself by wrapping her arms around his neck, even though she really doesn't want to.\
"You're immobilized in the real world, aren't you?" Vorgulremik guesses. "And not be someone you trust, to make being vulnerable and helpless.. pleasurable?" He carries her to the edge of the pool, and up the steps towards a darkened area.
"Not talking about it," Snowcora repeats, then grumbles. "You don't have to know everything."
"That is the blessing and curse of living so long," Vorgulremik claims as they walk into the darkness, and the texture of his skin seems to change. "You learn to read so many nonverbal cues, it is almost like telepathy. Alas, it means there are few who can surprise you as a result." The room brightens slightly, and Snowcora recognizes it: it's the room from the Gromit Inn, where Alptraum ran into Snow again.. and there's the bag full of manacles on it. And of course, the elf is now a black-furred, white-haired Eeee, who only looks a bit off because he's not being seen in a mirror.
"Oh God, this room has odd memories. Well, the Inn. This was one of the many times the real Snow messed with me," Snowcora complains at her now-mirror copy of Alptraum. "Also, I don't approve of using my face." She also eyes the bag.
"Don't you trust yourself?" Vorgultraum asks. "Snow did, after all." He lays Snowcora on the bed, then sits on the edge and pulls her into his lap, wrapping his wings around her. Just like Alptraum really did... it's enough to trigger actual memories from Snow's perspective.. and her thoughts at the time. Will he think I'm weird? Will he let me control his passion? I must surrender but so must he.
"I don't trust you. I trust myself fine," Snowcora claims. The memories make her twitch as she thinks, "Surrendering to this is one thing, surrendering to what the horribs are doing is entirely different. I bet BRutus is still pumping fluids in me and when he's done he's going to put in a big plug. How in the world will I birth?"
The clack of a manacle derails that train of thought for the moment. "Focus," Vorgultraum says, and positions Snowcora on the bed so he can finish shackling her to the posts. "Don't leave this moment. Don't you remember it being pleasant?"
"What I remember about this moment is private," Snowcora says, "I don't like my mind being probed. I've told others the same." Amusingly, she doesn't bother fighting the restraints at all.
"I've shared my memories with you," the not-Eeee claims, as he climbs over Snowcora and.. nuzzles at her neck, teasing it a bit with his fangs.
"Not all of them and not ones that give me power over you," Snowcora notes as she tenses up from the touch of the fangs. And ... her stupid body likes it, of course. She can feel arousal building and her body ... preparing for things. She's come to know that sensation well.
It certainly gives one perspective, since Vorgultraum is using Alptraum's own techniques. Which means things aren't particular rushed, and that arousal just builds. Then the bite comes, and really fun stuff starts.
And in spite of herself Snowcora cries out and squirms when the bite comes. And with the way she moves ... well, it's obvious she wants it, and when she gets it she's quite active for one being so restrained. At least when she's at the point of not fighting it that she doesn't feel awful for well, indulging.
Vorgultraum seems intent on replicating the performance as it happened.. which means when it seems like the tension is going to break, it's put on hold - for him. Snow was trying to find her limit - how much passion she could absorb and hold! So for Snowcora it just keeps building. Whenever it seems that Vorgultraum is going to release, that pent up energy flows instead into Snowcora, leaving the not-Eeee to start building up from scratch again.
"/Ugh, this is awful! Why did Snow do this to herself?" Snowcora thinks in one moment of lucidity, but wow, does she know the urge of 'needing release' now. It's actually /worse/ than what Gorphat puts Nicora through!
And it just keeps building. Being THE Shrine Maiden, Snowcora may have a lot more storage capacity than Snow, since she was just a regular shrine maiden. It feels like she's going to explode, or combust.. and then with a final thrust, the bubble is burst finally. It is close to an Inala-Level-Event, compressed into the length of a regular orgasm.
Snowcora isn't even sure what she says when the bubble bursts! It's am explosion and relief all at once; it's like her body needed his to release for hers to finally find the end! She's pretty sure she squirmed, thrashed, and babbled all sorts of things; hopefully nothing coherent, though! She doesn't even have enough thought left to berate herself for liking the tingling and explosive rush that fires through every fiber of her being.
"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Vorgulremik asks, shifting back into an elf. He doesn't make any move to release Snowcora's restraints though.. or pull out.
"It was terrible," Snowcora claims, trying to sound sincere about that and failing miserably.
"Ah, too gentle then, you say?" the elf guesses.. and starts pounding away quite roughly, and squeezing things as well.
Snowcora cries out again! Too soon after the last one; it sends her right back into the explosive spiral!
Vorgulremik bites, sucks, squeezes and even pinches and slaps at times while he ravishes the bound woman. "I should chain you up more often," he comments with a leer.
"Hah! As if I would allow it," Snowcora growls. "You would have better luck as me as a female of one of your kind, bound to be taken."
"Is that your wish?" Vorgulremik asks with a grin.
"Hah, like I would give you such enjoyment," Snowcora snorts.
And yet.. a moment later, Snowcora finds herself stretched out on a layer of furs, covered in dark metallic scales. But still with the fun bits of anatomy. She's not restrained though. Vorgulremik is nearby though, mounting chains to the walls of the cave.
Vorgtraum crosses her arms. "Yeah right, not going to happen," she huffs. "I should just wake up."
"But you wanted metal piercings," the bigger dragon reminds. "Has that changed?"
"And this has to do with chains, how, exactly?" Vorgtraum inquires.
With the last chain attached.. at least on one end, Vorgulremik slinks over. "Why.. to test their strength of course," he says, and then bites Vorgtraum's shoulder! She can feel teeth sink in.. and then Vorgulremik's tooth comes out and sticks in her shoulder, where it heats up and curls into an embedded ring.
Vorgtraum growls and cries out in shock and horror! "Ow, Dagh take you, you bastard! What was that for?!" she snarls as she tries to bite him!
"Now that's more like it!" Vorgulremik snarls back, and wrestles with Vorgtraum!
And things turn into, well, rather a bit of a fight! Vorgtraum has no qualms about biting back, clawing, or whipping with her heavy tail.
Every blow and scratch seems to excite Vorgulremik further. He uses up a few more teeth as well, although the locations seem random due to the fighting. He does get one in a nipple, however, and that nearly costs him his throat!
Vorgtraum doesn't appreciate that at all! She did go for his throat, but not like it can kill him; he's already dead (many times over, in fact). "I hate you," she growls.
"Prove it," the dragon challenges, and then uses his bulk to force Vorgtraum onto her back.. and then he's inside of her. The fighting isn't over, it's just added a bit of an extra dimension.
And now the fight becomes that of trying to force Vorgulremik out of her! She might have been willing to let a horrib lay eggs in her womb, but allowing this monster inside of her? That is a true nightmare and she fights like it!
When things get a bit too close to the wall though.. clink! One of the chains is now clipped to Vorgtraum's shoulder ring!
And Vortraum surges forward, trying to either pull out the chain, or the ring out of her shoulder!
Ouch! The chain is tough, and that ring isn't coming out - it's welded in somehow. It's also harder to thrash with a bigger dragon pressing down on you. And the brief limit to mobility is all it takes to get another chain attached, this time to a hip ring.
Vortraum snarls and bites onto Vorgulremik's neck again, hard! She mutters something around the bite that might be a threat she is going to kill him!
There's blood in her mouth now.. and it sizzles. The adrenaline is tasty.. and it stimulates Vorgtraum in a rather unproductive way: making her a bit more receptive.
Of course, given the consequences of female Steel Dragons giving birth.. it's understandable that mating would be violent, defensive affairs..
And being more receptive makes her growl all the more! It's immensely frustrating to be turned on by horror! So, she takes it out of Vorgulremik; her biting becomes chewing and her claws slash and crash against him!
The smell of blood is powerful - and still exciting! Even if it means more struggling.. there's less urgency to push him off. At least until another chain gets connected, then it's back to raging full tilt. So far, Vorgulremik has taken the brunt of the damage, since his bites are for setting anchor points. And Vorgtraum's left arm is nearly incapacitated by the chains now.
Vorgtraum -> Vorgcora.
And so Vorgcora lashes out with her right as much as she can; her tail too! "I'm going to kill you," she growls again, "I'm not going to be impregnated by a monster!"
There's a nice meaty connect that probably fractures Vorgulremik's cheekbone. It doesn't affect his voice though. "You know that can't happen," he says. "That's just instinct.." And with the rest of her less able to squirm away, the bigger dragon digs in with his arms and legs and starts rutting, even though it means he can't really defend himself - or at least not dodge a whole lot. And there's been enough blood and pain to really prime Vorgcora as well.. so it feels good despite it all.
The stupid dragon body is clenching down and holding Volgulremik in her now; it's taking over and ensuring a 'proper' mating in spite of what the real end result would be. Granted he is right and it cannot happen here; but the body reacts the same anyway; leaving her feeling stretched tight around the part of the dragon inside her. "I don't trust anything!" she snarls, "You might be using this as a way to escape. Get me pregnant with you!"
"Ghosts may be able to do that on Sinai," Vorgulremik grunts, "But I am not a ghost on Sinai." He then puts all of his effort back into the rough mating. "And this is only a dream.."
"Doesn't mean you haven't considered it," Vorgcora growls as her fighting lessens as her body insists on allowing the harsh rut. She also doesn't mention those blob things was able to make her pregnant before.
With the ease up in struggling, Vorgulremik becomes a bit more.. tender? He's not clawing and biting, but nuzzling and licking and trying not to hurt her. Still, it feels like something to be endured, everything shrinking to that rhythmic pounding. It's almost lulling. And when she next opens her eyes, Nicora is still hanging from the ceiling, and Brutus is still keeping up that mechanical, hypnotic rhythm. The happy-venom is less heavy now - maybe the larvae can only produce so much of it, so it's trickling instead of surging. The Queen 'smiles' up at her, then comes over to perform the morning milking..
"Ugh," Nicora groans from where she hands; body sore all over from various 'reasons'. With the way her head hangs she strains, trying to see just how large she has gotten from Brutus help and his 'injections'. She feels huge. So much weight. "How long do they plan to keep me here? How am I going to birth? Gods, are they going to nurse me? That's agony," Nicora thinks from her cocoon in this chamber of horrors that is literally from her own making.
Her belly is hanging low enough that she can see it between her pendulous breasts. The blood vessels are like a glowing spiderweb just beneath the translucent skin, where only the tattoos seem solid anymore - as if they are holding it all together so that the belly doesn't just burst open like a ripe melon.
"How long will I be here? How big can I possibly get? This is ... insane," Nicora thinks in horror. Why did she volunteer for this? She has to make sure it won't be this horrible for an acolyte! She is risking her survival with this, what chance do they have? Why couldn't it have been something simpler, like birthing those fungus children. Sure they came at awkward times, but ... in hindsight they weren't that bad!