There is a limit to what the happy-juice excreted by the larvae can do. It can make Nicora not care about the pain, but that doesn't mean she can ignore it. Especially not when it feels like the little monters are chewing on her from the inside. And when they're occupied like that they aren't putting out as much of the euphoria-causing secretion.
"Stop, stop, stop," Nicora thinks as her teeth grit tight and her fingers curl in. She may be immobile, but she isn't helpless. She tries to get a look at her horrible gut around her overly heavy and dangling breasts. If she's in trouble, no more risking; she'll use the shadow to destroy her 'occupants'.
There are four streams of slime flowing down from her bruised and distended belly teats. These seem to be the focal point of the pain, and the dark masses inside are clearly doing something, even if it's just pulsating.
Nicora grits her teeth and tries to get a better look. She even tries to use the shadow toy nudge them as much as she can to get a better view. Hard to focus given how much it hurts.
The nudge results in a small deluge - now there's some glowing green blood, but lots of fluid discharge. And with that flow comes.. hair Black strands of it, dangling from the milk ducts. It does ease the pain slightly, as the pressure part is released - even though that means her water has broken.. through her teats, somehow.
The drones begin buzzing and Chicking and Dudding madly now, clambering about on Nicora's suspension harness.
Nicora makes a rather pained grunt as her jaws clench all the tighter. "What in Dagh's name is happening?" the immobilized Eeee thinks. It isn't enough blood to be dangerous yet; so she isn't trying to destroy her occupants yet. She has only four teats and there are five bugs in her. This is not good, not good at all.
Brutus is hovering in front of the suspended Eeee now, holding something in his pincers: a leathery tube. It looks about four inches long, but isn't particularly phallic at least beyond the shape and size. "Did-a-Chum," the drone says, pushing the item against Nicora's lips.
"What ... is that?" Nicora has to wonder as she eyes the tube. She has to guess it is to protect her jaws if she bites to hart. So, she has to strain to force her mouth open through the pain to that the horrib can do what it wishes with it.
too hard, not too hart
The bite guard goes in. It's firm enough on the outside, but gives on the inside. It occurs to Nicora that this could have been part of the Queen's extensible mouth - the one she used to 'milk' the Eeee with.
That thought isn't exactly a pleasant one at all. Still, Nicora does bite down around it which does take the strain off her teeth.
The other drones are clinging to Nicora's sides, and one by one she feels the prick of their stingers - quite painfully, as they are stinging the tender teats! But the venom numbs them locally after a moment. They seem to be getting better at controlling how much venom to use.
"Ow!" Nicora grumbles around the bite guard. The stinging still hurts initially after all. "Mother, are they going to eat their way out through those? Or am I birthing through them somehow?" she has to wonder.
This birth belongs to Me, Nicora seems to hear in her head. No part of it shall honor Inala.
"So, Inala's passage will not be used at all?" Nicora thinks in horror. "But it's the only part of me designed for birthing."
Her belly is doing things now. Parts of it pull in, or bulge out, as if it where a sack full of squirmy bugs. And so instead of a single multi-teat udder, it begins to look like four new breasts are bulging. The teats are distorting further, and instead of just hair, spindly armored tentacles appear, forcing the ducts wider.
Nicora bites down hard! Her teats may be numb, but the rest of her belly is not and that movement hurts. She's also squirming in her goo-bindings now too! It was bad enough to birth the horrib queen through an opening mostly designed for it; this is ... much, much worse!
The drones react to the squirming by stinging key points along Nicora's limbs to further paralyze her. She can't look away from what's happening now. There is more blood - how could there not be - as more of the tentacles force their way through, until each of bulging skins bags that were once teats sports four of the appendages apiece. The tentacles slap against Nicora's belly, and flex. There are not birthing muscles to aid in this, after all: the creatures have to pull themselves out.
"Nnnnngh," Nicora complains in a strained, pained, as well as muffled way as she bites incredibly hard on the tube in her mouth. Even numbed up she still manages to feel pain as things stretch and tear. She can remember how small those teats used to be, and watching things coming out of them is worse than any nightmare in recent memory.
And it isn't a fast process. Nicora is well aware of labor pains - and horror stories of labors that last for hours upon hours. It is good twenty minutes (which seems an eternity) before the first head fully clears. By now the teats are just tubes of stretched thin skin, each six inches long. The head that emerges from one does not belong on a horrib. If anything, it looks like a tiny Hosheb. There's an Eeee muzzle on it, and armored cheeks and face, with the hair and tentacles replacing ears. The armored eyelids flick open to reveal compound eyes of deep emerald, like gems. And it squeals.
"Oh gods, what have I birthed?" Nicora thinks in wide-eyed horror. Not only is it horrific to see what were teats turned into nothing but passages into her most private areas, but to watch what is coming out is even worse. She wishes she could squirm but her body is still quite immobile. Will she even be alive after this? Or how ravaged will she be? But ... she can't even worry about that now! Twenty minutes and only head! And she can't help them get out, either! All she can do is hurt and watch.
The other heads emerge shortly - like with the previous generation of mutant drones, the first one seems bigger than the others. With the heads free, things move slightly faster. There are two sets of arms, one like armored Eeee arms, and a smaller set that seem far more horrib-like on the lower chest. These are used to help push down the skin of the birthing tubes.
"Ow, ow, ow," Nicora growls around the tube between her teeth. No telling how big the children are, or how long this will take take! All it does is hurt and no doubt Gorphat is somewhere watching this and enjoying it. She isn't even sure how she is still alive at this point.
There is a pause once the infants are exposed to their waists. They hang there, and extend their wings. Like the arms, there are two sets. While armored, they still have the same jointing and design as Eeee wings, if a bit smaller. Instead of a leather membrane joining the fingers there is a translucent, diaphanous insect-wing membrane, complete with shiny surface scales. They flap them to dry them, and the motion causes them to flare with color as glowing green blood flows through the web of transparent veins and arteries in the membranes.
"They're almost pretty!" Nicora thinks, feeling momentarily proud that she did birth these things ... well partially! Then she has to wonder about herself and how she can feel that way about monsters coming out of her and tearing her gut apart!
Once dry, the wings are folded and the tiny monsters continue to pull themselves free. Nicora can feel things internally now. Even as the Eeee-like legs pull free, there is still a part coiled inside her womb. The creatures dangle down on their segmented tails, limbs curled tight against their bodies. Then the tails begin to flex, swaying the beasties back and forth and twisting them until each is facing towards Nicora's head.
"Oh Gods, they're long, and still a lot within me, and still a full child, too!" Nicora thinks in horror. And worse, soon she's facing them, her eyes wide. She doesn't speak, she just chews on the leathery tube nervously.
The babies swing back and forth on their tails, the arc becoming wider and wider, until the first one smacks up against Nicora's chest. It immediately unfolds its limbs and grabs onto a breast! Once it's latched its tiny mouth to the nipple, the club-headed end of its tail pulls free of the Eeee's belly. It's stinger is folded in, at least.
Nicora grunts! She's disturbingly good at that; probably due to all the time as a hog during house infiltration! "I don't believe this, it is feeding on meeeeeeeeeeee" she thinks, eyes wide, lips drawn back, and looking aghast!
The other three find their own breasts, and start to suckle. At least they have Eeee mouths (although their tongues may be quite different). Given their method of birth, they'd probably been 'feeding' off of her lower milk glands all along.. from the wrong side is all.
"Well, at least that will relieve some of the weight ... but am I to nurse these things now as they grow?" the mutilated Eeee has to wonder. Well, for a few seconds anyway; there's still one more in there somewhere. The shadow showed five, after all.
The reduced weight doesn't last. The fifth larva seems to inflate to fill the remaining space.. and pushes Nicora's stomach out further, along with putting more pressure on her other internal organs.
"Ugh!" Nicora grunts again and shudders though most of it is immobile! "What is it dooooing in me? I can't get any bigger! It's going to kill me!" she thinks in a panic. She's almost immediately trying to find her connection to the shadow to save herself!
It's hard to focus, and the drones are gone crazy as well. Since drinking Nicora's milk, the Elder Thing hybrid child of Hosheb. has become a pupa, wrapped in a resinous cocoon. Four of the drones are attacking it now, prying and smashing away at the cocoon. The fifth, Brutus is sitting on Nicora's butt, leaning down between her legs to feel at her belly with his massive (and very sharp) claws. Whatever the fifth is, it can only come out if Nicora is cut open, just as she was for birthing the Elder Thing hybrid child of Hosheb..
"Don't you dare cut me, Brutus," Nicora thinks as she growls, eyes narrowed as she growls (in between pained hisses) around the leathery tube in her jaws. She's back to finding the shadow link to protect herself!
Have faith, Gorphat's gurgly voice whispers to Nicora. Put your fate into My hands.
"If I die, it'll end the Temple," Nicora thinks shakily. But, she doesn't use the shadow to stop anything yet.
My tests make you stronger, Gorphat promises. This will make you strongest of all.
"Women have children removed this way. Just ... wait. If it's bad maybe the shadow can be used to heal it in time," Nicora thinks nervously.
Brutus uses his stinger, numbing and relaxing Nicora's abdominal muscles. And then his natural daggers go to work, slicing into Nicora. The cutting isn't even.. the drone is following the outline of torn flesh on Nicora's tattoo of being eaten by horrib larvae.
There may be only dull pain, but there is pressure. Also bleeding; she can see the blood drip. "I cannot believe I am allowing this," the Eeee boggles; she must really have faith in Gorphat to have let it go this far.
Once the flap of flesh can be pulled back, the fifth larva begins to emerge. At first, it looks like a giant maggot: pale white, segmented flesh, with a darker tip. But it soon becomes clear that that tip isn't the head at all - it's a set of pale female Eeee genitals, glowing green from the greater density of blood vessels. The thing pushes out one segment at a time, each exposed segment inflating on contact with the air. At this rate, it will be nearly as big as Nicora's own torso when fully emerged.
"Oh my God, is that one of the Yodhmagog?/" Nicora thinks in horror! She chews hard on the tube in her mouth and cannot /believe/ what she is seeing! It even has Gorphat's curses; which make her own twinge and itch in sympathy.
There are tubes on the thing's back, which flail and squirm. Brutus has to help get the final segments free. Like the Yodhmagog it resembles, it has breasts, but only four. And when it drops free at last, there is no head, just a ragged looking hole at the top. Brutus immediately begins to glue Nicora closed with bioresin, both to hold the edges of the wound together and to wrap over them with a bandage. The other drones go to pick up the incomplete looking, limbless and headless torso from the ground. They've finished cracking open the Queen's shell, exposing a gaping space.
"What, what are they doing? Are they implanting that horror into the queen?" Nicora thinks, eyes blinking and confused as her gut aches in pain around the numerous wound that are being closed with ... glue.
Indeed, the drones carry the squirmy mass into the Queen's body cavity. Knuckled 'ribs' fold around the pale flesh to hold it into place, and presumably the 'tubes' and other openings are being connected to the body as well.
"That is disgusting," Nicora thinks. She's never seen a portable genitalia and milking system before. Her left eye twitches.
Nevermind she is still being nursed on by monsters!
The drones return to removing the cocoon, with a bit less violence. The Queen is revealed in stages, but it's clear she's been transformed to more closely resemble the new generation. Her trunk still resembles a centipede grasping a maggot, but her arms and legs are like the newborns, Eeee in proportion (but with an extra set). Her head is different. In shape, it is more closely Eeee, but with huge feather antennae in place of ears, and made of overlapping segments that give her some expression. A smaller set of uncovered, faceted eyes serve as her brows, while her primary eyes are lidded but still faceted. Her wings are also the odd hybrid style. Her tail hasn't changed much though.
Her mouth, while being Eeee, still has the side-parts of a horrib. It makes for a disturbing smile.
"/Gorphat, was has she become?/" Nicora has to wonder as she looks between the queen and herself to see how bad her gut looks if she can at all. "/What have I created? I did not intent to create such mutants..."
what has...
"They are the Hoshim," Gorphat's voice explains, a bit more audible now as the goddess herself appears, and puts a hand on the Queen's cheek. "What they originally were, before becoming Horrib."
"Weapons? Warriors? How is it even possible I could incubate those?" Nicora wonders as her head sways back so she can look at Gorphat and the queen.
"The Sky Islanders, in their conceit, celebrate Landing Day," Gorphat says, looking to Nicora and pulling the bit out of her mouth. "They celebrate the landing of the Ark, which spread all the peoples of Sinai from its womb. But there were three Arks."
"So I have heard. There was one for Eeee I presume, which is probably what the Tower once was," Nicora says in a crackling sort of voice due to the strain she just went through. She has to roll her jaw a bit, the muscles are stiff.
"And the Eeee, like the serpents, created new life from their own flesh," Gorphat says, smiling. The Queen's breasts begin to get larger, approaching 'Eeee size' now. "And those creatures are mine. The mutants, the hybrids, the failures and the monsters. The ugly ones. They are my children."
"The Hoshim aren't ugly, though," Nicora claims; possibly still feeling a bit of 'motherly' attachment somehow. "I would prefer being that form over many others I have seen."
"They are angels," Gorphat agrees. "My angels. Not as.. intelligent.. as Gronegk's brood, perhaps. But better than the others."
"I shall have to ken one so I can take that form if needed," Nicora remarks, her head tilting just a bit as she looks over well; she may be deluded at the moment, but yes, monsters.
Gorphat comes to Nicora, and plucks the first of the 'Hoshim' infants from her breast. It cries, until she reattaches it to the Queen's new breast.
"Ow," Nicora squeaks when the child is unhooked. Being nursed on by small creatures actually felt kind of nice.
"The Alpha drone must drink royal milk," Gorphat notes, leaving the others in place. The Sacred Drones begin to break down the supports holding Nicora, starting with her legs.
"So, you are to leave me needing to be milked regularly after this?" Nicora asks, trying to not sound nervous about the possible prospects. Movement in her legs make them tingle; boy do they feel stiff.
"The newborns will need milk," Gorphat notes. "You may do what you wish with the extra nipple."
"What about my ... belly?" Nicora has to ask.
By now, Brutus has effectively woven a corset around Nicora's abdomen. "I imagine it will be quite sore while it heals," the goddess notes. "I cannot have you end up all saggy," Gorphat notes. "You are to be artistic and beautiful. Desirable, even. There should be reward for service to the Temple, after all."
"So, I will still have four teats there when it heals?" Nicora asks, tone neutral to keep it from sounding like either worry or hope. And yes, it is sore as the numbness wears off to painful tingles and deep aches.
"I gave you eight.. you will continue to have eight," Gorphat says, as the arm-restraints are chewed away. Carrying her own weight.. is going to be tricky, after being suspended for so long. "And.. I may require another of your forms as well."
Nicora blinks. "Another of my forms is to be claimed for your service?" she asks a bit nervously. "Which one?"
Gorphat grins, and brushes Nicora' bare cheek with stick fingers. "Inala has the Rat. I would claim the doe. She has already served me, birthing the Sacred Drones. She will have My blessings, and serve My temple. As the reward for service. Don't you think that is fair?"
"You wish the doe? She will carry your blessings and gifts as I do?" Nicora asks and bites her lip in worry. Even worried, though, the Eeee tilts her head into the touching fingers; signaling the trained desire Gorphat has instilled in Her daughter.
"Similar blessings," Gorphat says. "For those who are worthy to be released from the challenges of diseases of the reproductive system.. she will be the cure. Or, should I deem it necessary.. the source."
"She will be all swollen down here?" Nicora asks and gestures to her disturbingly swollen vulva. "Will you ... shape her colors as well? How do you, ah, wish to claim her?" she asks nervously as she draws in close until she's snuggling up against Gorphat in spite of herself.
"I am fond of green fur," Gorphat says, and kisses Nicora's forehead, just below the scar-line. "Hosheb will deliver my blessings, as usual."
"So ... I need to become the doe and then you will claim her through Hosheb?" Nicora asks, making sure she knows what is being asked of her. Nicora then proceeds to kiss and nibble on Gorphat's neck; something few would ever dare risk.
"And if I require the buck as well, I will deliver the blessings myself of course," Gorphat gurgle-purrs.
This causes Nicora to tense. "You may wish for him as well?" she squeaks.
Nicora, wobbly, is using Gorphat a bit for support at this point as well. Legs are weak, abdomen aches badly, and she's covered in nursing monsters. Well, save one teat.
"Why should I not?" Gorphat says. "Besides, it will make Inala jealous."
"But, won't that make the buck all itchy and oozy from that area too?" Nicora inquires.
"That will depend on the affliction he is to deliver," Gorphat says. "He will, of course, be blessed with priapism. It will be uncomfortable, but he must be able to perform under pressure."
Nicora's ears wilt, but she nods slightly at this. "When do you wish for Hosheb to ... claim the doe?" Nicora asks as she finally reaches up and 'pets' the clinging monsters on her chest.
"Are you so eager to begin?" Gorphat asks with a sickly smile. "Perhaps I should send him as soon as these three have had their fill for this feeding?"
Nicora's eyes go wide. "I don't know if I can," Nicora admits and taps her 'corset'. "Will this shift with me?" she asks, "And if doing so will push my limits I can try if it pleases you."
And try as she might, Nicora cannot resist; she licks Gorphats lips lovingly to clear away her ... drooling.
"I suppose you can have some time to recover from your surgery," Gorphat says, mollified by the gesture of affection. "I'll see that it is short. Once one of the new drones is big enough, it will impregnate Penance. They will feed often and grow quickly."
"Will it ... be painful when Hosheb claims the doe?" Nicora asks nervously. "And I mean it, I can try now if you wish it; I will push myself in your honor if it pleases you," she offers.
"The doe has no blessings to mitigate the pain," Gorphat notes. "Unless she is very receptive, and not terrified, it should be quite painful."
Nicora squeaks and nods at this, ears wilted. "It will ... then likely damage and scar that part of her," she says, now sounding terrified.
"If that is a concern.. simply warm her up first," Gorphat notes.
Nicora considers this, "It might be appropriate to be so marked as yours, taking Inala's passage and making it completely yours in use and look."
"It must be desirable by others," Gorphat notes. "It is up to you. You have Spider and the rat available after all."
Nicora nods. "Does are always attractive to others because they are so receptive," she claims and resumes nibbling on Gorphat's neck as well as caressing the thin and bandaged Goddess.
"Or perhaps I should start with the buck instead," Gorphat says. "You are certainly being attentive right now." The goddess reaches down with a cold hand and pinches Nicora's rear. Which hurts. Everything is sore, and that part was used as a cushion for the never-ending Horrib hump-a-thon while she was suspended.
Nicora squeaks and jumps slightly. "I think I should prepare as the doe first, so that I will be ready as the buck to take your ... great gifts," she claims. "I want to be prepared to be my ... best for you."
"Then you should return to your chambers and rest," Gorphat advises. "You know to call for Hosheb when you are ready for him."
"Shall I take the .. children with me?" Nicora asks and gestures to her chest.
"Of course," the goddess notes. "They will be quite hungry for some time."
Nicora actually moves one from one teat to the other so that she doesn't get lopsided; even of the critter protests. "Then I will go rest and recover in your name," she promises as she steps back from the Goddess. Why can she never refuse Gorphat anything she asks for?!
Walking the short distance from the Horrib Lair to her own chambers has left Nicora feeling exhausted and wobbly. Her legs feel like they are on fire, and if not for using the wall to hold herself up along the way she might have fallen over. At least now there's a bed she can fall over onto.
And yet she can't fall; she has children attached to her. Even if they put her through a couple hours of pain, her hormones are making her shudder love them. So, it's wobbly walk to the bed and a careful slide down sit upon it. From there, well, it's always a trick to lay down with a heavy chest, so doubly so with creatures attached to it as well. She has to use her claws on the wall to slow her as she lays back with a pained grunt. "/Are you really going to let Gorphat take other forms of yours and curse them horribly? Why can't you ever say no?" she thinks to herself as she lets her eyes close, darkness and suckling upon her becoming her world for the moment. "/It's because you are utterly her daughter and belong to her completely. Maybe if you fight less it will be less terrifying? Who are you fooling?! It will always be terrifying!/" Yes, yes, crazy people talk to themselves, or in this case ... think.
There's a rattle from the hall. Buckets. Otto must be checking up on things. And eventually, Nicora hears him clear his throat at the threshold to her chambers, before asking, "Are you alright, High Priestess? Is there anything you need?"
"I am fine, Otto. I am just ... resting and nursing," Nicora calls to the chamber. "It was difficult, but I have birthed the children and live."
"Congratulations?" the Skreek offers uncertainly. "Do you wish to be fed or bathed or brought something to drink?"
"I have a spare breast should you wish to nurse," Nicora offers and waves her right hand about a little.
"Some water would be appreciated," Nicora admits, "And after that, just some sleep."
A few minutes later, the Skreek returns with fresh water, and even holds Nicora's head up so she can drink. "It is good to see you.. not hanging from the ceiling," he notes.
Nicora takes several deep drinks. "It is good not to be hanging from there so bloated and in pain," she admits.
"I can fetch Sil if you desire a massage for your limbs," Otto offers. After Nicora is done drinking, he massages her unoccupied breast.
"It needs draining. Please nurse," Nicora requests, though she knows it tastes pretty bad. "If she is not busy with more important matters, I suppose a massage would help," she concedes.
The Skreek suckles but still keeps up the massage. Maybe to make it go faster or maybe just to have something to do with his hands. The hybrid-looking creatures sharing chest-space with his face don't seem to bother him, but he also hasn't asked any questions about them or really examined them.
"That really shouldn't feel as good as it does," Nicora thinks as she sighs softly. At the moment she is actually appreciating having such bountiful gifts from Gorphat.
All of the nursing is fairly relaxing, which doesn't do a lot for the other pain though. She still feels torn open and glued back together, and even though relaxed, her limbs and joints still burn and tingle.
Nicora relaxes ... and tries to find the shadow. Perhaps she can distribute it under her skin to help soothe the aches and pains that ripple through her abdomen and limbs.
Now it responds easily, without all the interference of childbirth (if it could even be called that). It can certainly soothe some of the aches, and the itch of abused, healing wounds.
Nicora also uses to try and soothe the constant ache of her loins, which is even worse given the near constant attention from the monsters. "How can I hurt and ache this much and in so many places?" she has to wonder. Penance won't have to endure something as bad as this; at least of that she is certain. Gorphat made this deliberately bad.
This.. is less effective. Apparently the shadow is fine for normal, physical issues - but not for dealing with blessings. So the 'ache' remains in that regard.
"Drat. No rest for the weary down there. I can feel it so much and the puffiness; everything rubs," Nicora thinks dismally. And yet, she's going to allow this to also be inflicted upon the doe too!
Otto finally finishes, and asks, "Do you want me to get Sil now, or tend to you further?"
"You may fetch Sil now," Nicora requests. As much as she would like other service; that area needs to recover.
The big Skreek bows and hurries off. It's several minutes more before Sil arrives, carrying her supply of towels and a basket full of clinking bottles. "It's good to see you back on your.. back.. High Priestess," the woman says. She does take a moment to assess the Hoshim nursing on Nicora though. "Are those.." she starts to ask, then pauses as if unsure how to continue. "Are those real or creatures of spirit?" she finally gets out.
"It is good to be able to move again, yes," Nicora agrees and finally opens one eye. "And yes, they are real. They are what I birthed in the name of Gorphat," she states as if it should be perfectly normal. "They are Her children in a sense and I am the vessel which helped bring them."
"Fairies," Sil says. Then starts rearranging cushions, elevating Nicora's legs a bit with support behind her knees and ankles, and then gradually building up cushions to bring her back and head up as well. "They look like fairies," she explains as she works.
"They are called Hoshim," Nicora explains as she is put into a more comfortable position. She also resumes petting her 'children' again. "And oh, a request, I wish you to re-insert my rings down below and my chain. That area needs to heal a bit and a 'guard' will help with that," she requests.
"It seems very swollen and tender," Sil says. "Inserting the rings may be.. painful." She opens a bottle of something that smells very nice. It must have been a gift to the Temple from someone further up the social food chain. She begins to apply it to Nicora's shoulders from behind, working her hands underneath to reach the blades and wing joints.
"Pain is part of being Yodhgorphat," Nicora claims as she relaxes into the massage. This is positively unheard of; a Yodhgorphat that might smell nice for a bit!
The oil tingles a bit too. It was probably meant to be used on fur after all, so against bare skin it may have a bit of extra kick. Or it's just perfumed liniment oil and is supposed to feel like that. Sil works the flight muscles, following the pectoral over the shoulder to the top of Nicora's breasts, and down their sides while trying not to dislodge the Hoshim.
"That ... feels rather nice," Nicora actually purrs at Sil. Muscles sore from days of immobility go limp as the Eeee relaxes. Her petting of her 'children' continues; and of course this only helps the 'imprinting' and making her feel protective of them. Hormones and bodies are strange.
Sil moves on to the left arm, rotating it at the shoulder and elbow and wrist. It's surprising that her wrist should be sore, since those were free.. but hanging most of the time. "There are many bedridden but non-contagious patients in the Temple now," Sil explains. "I've learned from watching the Yodhrinala massage and flex them." Maybe the oil wasn't a gift.. it could just be part of the regular medical supplies!
"Are the patients recovering? Most of them I hope at least; I know some may be beyond our aid," Nicora asks as she opens one of her eyes again. "I cannot see my back of course; how does it look to you?"
It also helps on the dry and chafed areas where the resin was sticking to Nicora's skin. Sil pushes her slightly onto her side to examine her back. "There are patches of dry skin," Sil notes. "I'll get to them after your limbs are soothed. The hopeless cases are sent to the hospice on Mount Sunala. There has been some construction for a proper recovery center here, for those that have passed the worst and are on the mend, but can't simply be sent out on their own."
"Good. How long have I been occupied? The days all blur together after I was hung in the hive," Nicora notes.
"Twelve days, Mistress," Sil says, working on Nicora's hips now. "Your winged Khatta friend came by earlier, but I couldn't let her see you.. I hope that is alright? She said she would return."
Nicora blinks and almost sits up! "Twelve days? That is ... bad. She'll probably be angry too," the Eeee remarks and sighs deeply. "IT is fine for you, but she will complain at me."
"She only just came today.. I don't know of your duties outside the Temple though," Sil admits.
"When did she say she would return?" Nicora asks.
"Tomorrow, perhaps, or the day after," Sil notes. "She mentioned having to pick up something anyway."
"All right, thank you. I should be up and about by then I hope," Nicora remarks, letting her eyes droop closed again.
While Sil works on Nicora's legs, the Hoshim begin to.. purr? Rumble? Whatever it is, it is transmitted through her breasts and adds to the soothing sensations.
"How can I be so tired after so much sleep?" Nicora has to wonder as everything grows sort of a nice and relaxing 'fuzzy' now that aches and pains have faded for now. IT was horrible, awful, and disgusting ... and yet she does have some pretty creatures in the hive now. Maybe it isn't all bad. Maybe. Or maybe the Eeee really is just that crazy.