"Did you find anything?" Tulani asks when Scourge emerges from the Children's City section. "Did anything bite or contaminate you in any way? Does the General still have troops here?"
"How can anything contaminate me? I am contamination," Scourge points out as it glances back at the decayed city. "No, there are no other troups here; though the ship is. Granted it is now a zombie ship and deadly and I won't go near it, but hey, at least it is located. I also learned that Amenchitli has no direct control over the General as she figured out how to avoid that little aspect of being undead. And oh yes, I destroyed one of Amenchitli's minions too. Well, captured for interrogation later anyway."
"So.. there are still people there? But not the General's?" Tulani asks, peering into the haze that protects the city. "Nobody lives in the city then?"
"Well, there are ghosts of tentacle monsters living there, sort of," Scourge explains. "Same species as the father of all those horrible monster things Nicora had."
"Not like the one back in the Hidden Shrine or whatever.. back in Sylvania?" Tulani asks, and a shiver runs through her scales.
"No, not like your boyfriend," Scourge agrees.
The dragon rolls her eyes. "What about this minion then?" she asks.
"Someone who got a head. Well, was a head. Amenchitli's former 'head' priest," Scourge notes. "A right jerk; made me want to slap him into next year."
"You.. brought his head with you then?" Tulani asks, craning her neck around to try and spot where Scourge might be hiding it. "It's not in your mouth I hope.."
"No, what remained of its spirit/soul. It's keeping Kaira company," Scourge notes. "The head itself is now a pile of goo."
Tulani sticks her tongue out sideways. "Goo," she echoes. "Speaking of.. was there a lake of blood after all?"
"Well, sort of, yes. A big black blood lake. Like if you squeezed out a shadow dragon," Scourge tries to explain. "Supposedly it is liquid memory from the dead tentacle creature things."
"That is somehow more disturbing than blood," Tulani admits. "And I guess there were those jars too?"
"Sooooort of," Scourge explains, "Except they were as big as me and had dead monsters in them."
"For what? Fermenting them?" the dragoness asks, sticking her tongue out again. "Or are they caskets?"
"Well, so the memory oozes out of course," Scourge explains, "Sort of like a fruit squeezer."
"Now you make me wonder if the monsters have seeds in them," Tulani says. "Still.. it doesn't sound like anything is going to come crawling out after us, right?"
"Well, I don't think so," Scourge has to agree. "Want to go swimming in the lake? Aside from the fact it zombifies things and has body parts in it, I'm sure it would be fun."
"Not my kind of fun, thanks," Tulani claims, and spreads her wings. "Still, I don't want to be here at nightfall. Ready to head back to Mt. Inala?"
"Are you sure it isn't your kind of fun? Have you tried?" Scourge inquires.
"I'm not fond of swimming," Tulani claims, snout in the air. "It's a feline thing. And a wings thing too I suppose."
"But you could be a zombie! I hear it is a life altering experience," Scourge notes.
"Ewww, no," Tulani says. "Wouldn't you obligated to destroy me then?"
"Well, depends. I could use a pet," Scourge claims as it smirks. "Don't you want to have all the same weird problems as I have?"
"You aren't a zombie," Tulani points out. "And most of your weird problems are because you are weird, or are family problems. I have my own things to deal with, thank you."
"Want to be a Yodhgorphat? We have openings," Scourge offers.
"Oozing openings," Tulani teases back.
"You grow to like that," Scourge counters.
Tulani shudders again, and starts flapping her wings for takeoff. "See.. you get your weirdness from your family!" she declares before taking to the air.
Scourge takes off after her! "You would grow to like it! You should try," it claims again from behind. "You might even become a special pet of the Goddess!"
"Ah, I don't want to deal with Gorphat.. not right now especially," Tulani says. She does seem to wobble a bit in the air, due to the disorienting effect of the city. She doesn't seem as concerned about that when she's trying to leave though, since landing isn't involved.
"Why not right now?" Scourge has to ask as it follows. "You really need to be more adventurous!"
"Nightmares aren't adventures," the silver dragon counters, her voice booming.
"You forget what my name is!" Scourge counters to that and mouths her tail when it gets in range.
"Yeep!" Tulani protests. "And now you seem intent on being a kite and letting me tow you?" she asks. "And you're a totally different kind of Nightmare."
Sourge demonstrates it has no stomach by swallowing Tulani's tail until it bottoms out in its throat. It hanes on for a bit, probably to disturb her, then lets go. "I'm fun, that's what," it claims, "Even when I ooze."
"Real nightmares make you wake up in the middle of the night all sweaty," Tulani claims. "You're the sort that makes you go to sleep all sweaty first."
Scourge laughs. "Well, in some forms I suppose. Not in this one, though!" it points out.
"You're just using that one now because the other dragon ones find me irresistible," Tulani claims, in a very dragony sort of boast. Nevermind that it's the gold in the implants that causes that effect.
"Hah. Watch the ego," Scourge counters, "Lets get back before you explode."
It's nearly sunset when they make it back to the Temple of Inala. Tulani transforms back into a Sphynx in the ruined gardens, and shakes some of the residual water from her fur (apparently she hasn't managed to completely control that aspect of the shift yet) and reduces the Light back to saber-sized.
Scourge remains ... Scourge. Safest form for travel when it comes down to it. "Oh look, now you're oozing," it teases Tulani after she shifts, then promptly licks her from head to toe.
"Eeee, your tongues are so dry!" the feline laughs and squirms. "Mave will want to see you, you know."
"She can see me like this first," Scourge says with a wide grin. "Just because she finds it gross."
Tongue-toweled or not, Tulani still grabs a towel as soon as they're inside. Mave is brewing tea nearby, and says, "Ah, perfect timing." She looks at Scourge, and adds, "Wouldn't you prefer a more comfortable form in here?"
"I am quite comfortable right now," Scourge claims to Mave. "Is there a problem?"
The Yodhinala gestures for Scourge to come closer.
Scourge comes over and rubs all over Mave.
The white Eeee laughs, and cradles Scourge's head before licking the symbol at the center of it, causing it to light up (along will the rest of the glowing marks on Scourge's body). This both tingles and.. feels nice. The lack of gender or genitals doesn't mean Scourge can't feel pleasure.. it just means that it isn't concentrated in a particular area.
Scourge twitches at that, then actually coos in spite of itself. Granted it was probably like licking a balloon, but hey. It doesn't know, or care, what it looks like.
Or tastes like.
The Yodhinala can elicit amazing responses from a body, even forcing it to perform well beyond its limits in certain areas. And Mave is very experienced. She's not unfamiliar with Scourge, after all, and knows how to caress and stimulate to approximate an orgasmic response from the creature - it's just spread out over the entire body. Sucking on its sussing tendrils is the final part, the trigger to release all the building tensions.
And Scourge ... well, its sounds are gurgly and a bit animalistic as the odd sensation of being pleasured rolls through it. It isn't like Gorpha often pleasures the creature; probably to keep it reminded of its place after all. And at the finalie, well, all its tentrils, tongue, and tail split apart and twitch. "You're going to get me in trouble," it complains.
"I'm only reminding you of who I serve," Mave claims, resting Scourge's head in her lap. "You have served Gorphat well. But you must not neglect Inala. You have given Gorphat new children. It is only fair you help Inala in similar respect."
"What, you want the rat?" Scourge inquires, its face scrunching up?
"No, my dear," Mave says. "Inala's surviving daughters are few and scattered - but can still be called and gathered. But to create a new generation requires the barinalas - which poses a problem. The Temple is in ruins. It cannot support them. So, I need you to collect their seed, bring it back here, and use it to impregnate the prepared Yodh."
Scourge makes a face. "I am not going to go molest a bunch of guys! How would I even collect that?" Scourge inquires. "Where would I keep it?"
"It is as you have done before," Mave says. "Go to them as a Yodhinala.. and drain them dry. Then return to me here. I will see that Inala's seed is the one passed along as you service the Yodhinalas I will have gathered. Only a few at a time though, of course."
"Won't that make me huge if I store all that inside myself?" Scourge has to ask. "Can't the rat just birth something for Inala?"
"The Yodhinala are bound by Inala's bloodline," Mave points out.
"You will, of course, be given a special blessing to make this all possible," she adds. "For Gorphat you have lain with and birthed monsters. All Inala asks is that you lay with the most beautiful men and women of Babel."
"As a Yodhinala? So, you want me to turn into one to recieve this blessing?" Scourge asks, its head tilted.
"You have served Inala as such before," Mave notes, and smiles. "Even if it is my face you will wear, and the body of my youth. Surely not so horrible a burden, is it?"
"Well ... no ... I just don't know how this blessing will work," Scourge admits.
"I promise that it will not be too uncomfortable," Mave notes. "You will begin in your normal male form, which must be prepared. Once that is done, you may proceed as the Yodhinala to visit the barinalas."
"So the blessing is on the male?" Scourge asks, looking confused. "And you wish this now?"
"Do you need to rest first?" Mave asks. "Or do you simply wish for Inala herself to apply the blessing?"
"No, you're fine," Scourge admits as it backs away and curls up so it can focus on the shifting. Darkness engulfs the creature soon after as it seeks out, well, Alptraum in the disturbing inventory of bodily forms. And it /still/ has to go let Gorphat 'bless/ the buck soon, lest Gorphat get mad. You do not want Gorphat mad.
Mave grins and stands. She offers Alptraum a cup of tea, before taking one to Tulani. "I'll be back in a moment.." she promises.
Alptraum eyes Mave warily as he takes the cup of tea, then takes a sip. "Why are you letting her do this? You know it will be horrible," he thinks.
When the Yodhinala returns, she carries a folded cloth. She sets it on the table and unfolds it, revealing many tiny charms, black with silver symbols. They are all less than the size of a human fingernail. There is also a roll of silver thread. "Please lie back and get comfortable," Mave says. "But also spread your legs wide."
Alptraum eyes this tiny collection of things. "Those look ... unpleasant," he remarks as he sits down. He doesn't lie back immediately though, he continues to eye them; especially the thread. The Eeee then shakes his head and lies back. "I cannot believe I am doing this," he mutters as he lifts his knees for more comfort when he spreads them; leaving the poor Eeee 'vulnerable'.
That's when Mave brings out the needle. It's bone, and very large. She threads the silver strand through it, then sets it aside while she puts the cloth with the charms on Alptraum's stomach and kneels down.
"I hope she isn't going to use that needle in the ways I am imagining," Alptraum thinks worriedly. He also arches his brow a bit, watching Mave while she kneels down and places those tiny charms in easy reach.
The needle is picked up, and dips down.. to thread through the golden rings. Unlike with the chain, the thread does not cross back and forth, but follows the line of rings. One by one, the charms are added and the thread looped to dangle them like bells from the rings. There are many charms, so each ring supports multiple ones.
Alptraum lets out a sigh of relief; he was worried she was going to stick that needle into his body somehow. This isn't nearly so bad; it's just ... overly decorative and dangly down there with them!
The thread is tied off at last, and Mave sets the cloth and needle aside. "No, to activate the blessing, you must be drained," Mave explains. "Completely."
"Excuse me? Of what?" Alptraum asks warily and arches his brow.
"Of your seed of course," Mave replies, and begins to fondle Alptraum. "It may be uncomfortable at the end.. but surely not as bad as what you have gone through for Gorphat.."
"There won't be permanent damage, will there?" Alptraum asks as he squirms a little under the 'torment'.
"You will recover," Mave promises. And then her mouth is occupied for a bit. Tulani wanders past, and pauses. "Need any help there, Alptraum?" she asks with a smirk.
Alptraum suddenly hopes that needle isn't used in part of the draining! "No, I, er, why do I agree to this?!" he asks of Tulani as he squirms more! It also gets a lot harder to think clearly for that matter.
"Oh, you agreed?" Tulani asks. "I guess you don't need any rescuing then!" she says, and then sits down cross-legged and sips her tea.
"I was forced!" Alptraum cries out! Granted, it does at least feel nicer than when Gorphat is involved with anything regarding Nicora.
"No, the forcing will come later," Mave says, once she's done getting Alptraum ready. Then she's straddling him, and moving. "Do you want it over quickly, or would you like me to draw it out?" she asks politely.
Alptraum squirms! "Your choice. Do what will least likely offend Inala," the Eeeee claims. It's already dangerous enough to be doing this; getting the ire of a Goddess is not a good idea.
Mave grins.. and takes her time, even if only to satisfy her own needs. But Alptraum isn't restrained in any way, of course.. and the Yodhinala knows how to bring his passion to the boiling point.
Alptraum enjoys it for now! It is relatively normal when compared to the usual 'partners' he has. So, he's even active for a bit, including his own kneading and nursing on the older Eeee here and there!
Of course the nursing results in milk, and the whole thing is making Tulani purr off to the side. Mave becomes a bit more energetic as well - having been a mother so often, this is a rare treat for her. She also teases.. easing off just as Alptraum is about to peak, in order to hold him there on the edge.. so that he has to act to push himself over.
And act he does while sucking harder! There is a lot of grinding and pushing and trying to find that sensation of release. It doesn't dawn on him at the moment that he's helping do something terrible to him.
Release comes as a great relief! But Mave doesn't stop. Like Honey the Lapi, she knows how to keep a man aroused beyond that point. She also leans back, sitting perpendicular to Alptraum, and gestures for Tulani to come over..
The Sphynx blinks, and looks embarrassed. "Uh.. should I?" she asks Alptraum.
Holding him at that point is actually a bit uncomfortable! It causes him to actually whine a bit and squirm all the more. But at least it is so far feeling natural. Alptraum waves with his hand that it is okay if Tunali comes over.
The feline gets up and comes over (and Alptraum knows her scent well enough to tell she's been aroused by all of this). Mave has her kneel over Alptraum's stomach, right in front of her, and then reaches around to begin fondling her breasts and between her legs, while biting on her neck as well. Mave mirrors Tulani's twitches and movements, so that Alptraum's already fizzing brain is unable to tell if he's making love to Tulani or Mave at the moment.
Alptraum complains about this in all sorts of interesting noises. He tries to fix then by grabbing at Tulani and pulling her forward so he can bury his muzzle in the place where some of the scent is coming from instead of letting Mave fondle her.
This forces Tulani to actually be leaning back, with Mave leaning forward behind her. The Yodh does leave the lower half to Alptraum though, and focuses on the upper while still controlling things with her own hips.
And Alptraum does at least get a chance to use a long Eeee tongue on Tulani; this placates him at least a little ... and gives him something to focus on! Granted it means is all he can smell is cat right now.
Tulani is making almost all of the noises now, and squirming quite a bit. At this rate, she'll reach her peak before Alptraum does (but then, it's her first, and the Eeee is on his second, which is going to take longer).
And it doesn't help that Alptraum is pushing the limits of his tongue right now; and it does have a couple studs in it! Also, it's a good distraction if things are getting uncomfortable because he doesn't ntice it yet! He has a momentaty thought of thanks that he's never had to satisfy multiple demons at the same time for Gorphat!
When Tulani does release.. well, Alptraum can taste it. It also sends him over.. thanks to Mave doing a trigger move involving poking a claw at a precise spot down below. It's a lot more explosive than the first one, even if there's not as much volume involved. Still.. Mave must think further effort is needed towards draining him, since she's still keeping things going.
And now it's getting uncomfortable (but still no needles thankfully). Having Tulani where she is helps with distraction because he can concentrate on trying to keep her going like Mave is keeping him going. But wow, will he smell of cat at the end of this!
Tulani is more than capable of keeping up, once she catches her breath at least. "Just.. a little.. slower.. this time," she purrs. Mave is being anything but slow now - probably because she doesn't want to give Alptraum much of a chance to recharge. She's doing things that seem like magic.. at least, it there's not as much pain as there is stimulation at the moment.
Alptraum does slow down, but things are aching a bit down below. "Why do I agree to these things? This is getting into Gorphat discomfort territory!" the bat thinks from his 'sat upon' position.
There's also the matter of tongue strain! Tulani is strong, after all, and when she moves Alptraum can feel it in his neck and jaw. Impossibly, he does feel like he's building up to another release.
Worried about how that release may feel, he focuses moreon Tulani as a distraction; tongue strain and all! It's probably the longest kiss he has ever given her, in many ways.
When the release comes, Alptraum feels it all the way to his very root. It's short but electric, almost as if he just disintegrated and reformed inside of Mave. After the shock though comes the ache, and the odd feeling that the arousal is permanent - that he's actually turned solid there, like wood or stone.
Alptraum blinks ... and a whimper somehow manages to escape around the kiss that he still has in place on Tulani. It feels strange to say the least. He once again has to wonder if he has any risk of damage from this! The odd ... 'solid' sensation is disturbing to say the least. The discomfort isn't helping with his worry, either.
Now Mave gets off. "You must change into your Yodhinala form now," she tells the somewhat exhausted man. "Don't worry about Tulani."
Alptraum reaches down to feel himself down there for damage before shifting!
Everything feels the same, but is a bit sore to the touch and.. not quite numb but nearly so.
So, Alptraum closes his eyes and focuses on shifting. If nothing else it should soothe that ache!
At some point, Tulani is removed from his chest before the shadow completely engulfs him. It is soothingly cool, washing away the aches. When it retracts again, Mavetraum is laying in Alptraum's place.. but feels an emptiness inside that needs to be filled.
And of course Mavetraul reaches down to feel herself down there. "I feel weird," she complains at Mave. "Is this how I'm going to feel now?"
There's a lot of clinking as the charms are disturbed.. but things are very warm there.
"What you feel now is likely the result of the blessing," Mave says. "It is only going to be like that until you complete your task.."
"So, any time I take on this form I will feel like this? Do the charms have to stay on?" Mavetraum asks. "They will not be welcome at the temple of Gorphat."
"The charms are the blessing," Mave notes. "When they come off, the blessing comes with them. Now I must gather some of the Yodhinala in hiding, while you see to the barinala."
"What happens to them when I shift back to Nicora?" Mavetraum asks. "I cannot imagine I can complete this task in a day and I have duties at the other temple too."
"You must go to the barinala now," Mave says. "It may take a day to fully gather all you need from them. The blessing will let you know when it is full. Then you return here, become Alptraum again, and do what needs to be done. Then I can remove the charms until it is time for you to do it again. You have given enough time to Gorphat that you can spare some for Inala."
Mavetraum gets up and stretches. "Okay, okay," she agrees as she dresses with, well, as little as Yodhinala tend to dress. Gause and some jewels. "Give me the locations of the Barinala and I will ... go see them," she agrees. It is rather disquieting to feel empty to say the least. It's uncomfortable in a rather odd way. At least it isn't as bad as the animalistic mindset the doe goes into when in heat.
"The Temple of Blakat, of course," Mave notes. "I'm sure the High Priestess is busy, what with all of the new people camping on the mountain and her pet monster to show off.."
"Oooooh, them. I know them already," Mavetraum notes with a rather Mave'ish smile. "They are quite eager and endowed. Yes, I think they will be quite fun." The Eeee saunters her way towards, then up the stairs. The body is built such that she cannot do anything but sashay those hips seductively; the bones won't allow anything but. Yodhinala were certainly bred specifically.
Behind her.. well, Mave seems to be taking care of Tulani now. Mavetraum didn't have any trouble getting past Yodhblakat Rizalka last time, so it should be too much of a challenge to do it again. Hopefully!
"I can just seduce her and wear her out if necessary. After all, I am irresitable," Mavetraum thinks. Yes, the form comes complete with Mave's ego. Amazingly the world hasn't exploded. But who knows, with how sticky she will be maybe the world will explode after that! But first thing is first, she has to get into that temple ... then let the debauching begin!
There are more fires than usual on Mt. Blakat - and they're for light and warmth this time, not just random blazes. There's a refugee camp growing at the base of the mountain, a mirror to the one on Mt. Gorphat, but with a different flavor. There's no hospice or community structure yet. From the air it looks like it's arranged more along military lines, which suits Blakat to some degree.
The Temple complex itself is Mavetraum's target though, and the seraglio within where the barinala captives are kept and made to serve the Yodhblakat.
Mavetraum's goal is to fly over the camp, then walk the rest of the way. It would hadly do well to stop and dilly-dally about in the refugeee camp, after all. She has a mission to do dirty things ... it unfortunately requires specific people.
It looks like there are some combat drills being run at the edge of the camp closest to the Temple, but it could also just be Rizalka making people do things out of boredom. So far there hasn't been any sign of Fluffy the Spiderpede.
Mavetraum's brow arches. Okay, this has her attention. She banks and glides down to check out what is going on with the combat training. The things Yodhblakat do for fun. What is wrong with them?
Rizalka's voice is gratingly shrill at times, but also loud. "You call that menacing?" she shouts at the ragged group of refugees. "You the ones who ruled the Streets Below, aren't you? You want to serve Blakat, you need to toughen up! We got weather and seasons up here, not all the warm compost you can smell!"
And of course Mavetraum has to land and ... 'watch'. If for nothing else than to ruffle Rizalka's fluff, so to speak. Another Yodh watching her work. Judging her. "How would you know?" she also has to comment, "Yodhblakat do not bathe. None of you have a sense of smell."
The Yodhblakat's head turns very slowly to look at Mavetraum. The 'cadets' before her all look frozen in shock at someone who would dare to say such a thing to the High Priestess! Except for the one man who demands that Mavetraum 'show us yer goodies!' without so much as a please. "Oh, it's you," Rizalka notes. "Come to bother my boys again. And I bathe. I have them bathe me," she claims with a big toothy smile.
"Are you sure you are not just drunk and imagine that? I can smell you from all the way over here. There is no way you have bathed recently," Mavetraum comments while waving daintily before her nose. She smiles ever so sweetly. "I could teach you how to be a real lady, you know. You might actually clean up well enough to be worthy of scrubbing a floor for minor nobility..."
"I am bathed, not my armor," Rizalka snaps. "And if I smell.. it is a sign of solidarity with the refugees under my protection," she claims, her eyebrows raised high in challenge.
And because she inherits of of Mave's ... attitude, Mavetraun taps into Snowcora's ability to arouse someone ... and turns that 'focus' on Rizalka. "Protection? Or is it you just like having potential pets, hmm?" she teases.
And so that the people watching this little exchange don't get too bored ... Mavetraum idly touches herself in interesting ways.
The Yodhblakat's gaze narrows, and she visibly grinds her teeth. "Come here to look at the the former glories of your Temple, Yodhinala?" There isn't a huge difference between anger and lust in the Yodhblakat. Rizalka does take a step closer to Mavetraum though, but is trying to resist. "I was asked to protect and provide sanctuary," she notes.
Mavetraum cocks her hips and tilts her head. "Oh, do you mean those meaningless baubles?" she replies with an air of dismissiveness. "Leave to a Yodhblakat to think possessions matter more than personal beauty," she notes as she extends that aura to those watching ... and tries to make their focus on the Yodhblakat.
There is a lot of resistance.. surprisingly. But these people fear Rizalka, after all. Still, the one with the bold mouth dares, "Show her, Riz! Strip down and.. wrestle.. yeah.. wrestle.."
This makes Mavetraum snicker. "Oh, she's working," she notes, "And I have people ... things to do."
Rizalka growls, and turns her attention away from Mavetraum to Mister Mouth, striding over to knock him over with a slap. "I need to teach you a special lesson," she snarls, then throws the man over her shoulder and heads for one of the shanties.
Mavetraum winks to the rest gathered and takes off! Always leave your fans wanting. When that is the motto of a Yodhinala, well, that can be a bit hard for some.
There's some evidence of further occupation in the Temple. It always seemed that it was just Rizalka living there, but there might be more Yodhblakat returning to the Temple. Mavetraum can sense more people than just the barinalas - since they are clustered together, and the others aren't - the sussing sense just isn't as detailed as it would be for Scourge. The head-tendrils make a difference.
Mavetraum isn't worried about the others. She just needs to find the Barinalas so she can deal with this horrible empty feeling! So ... she makes her way into the Temple and tries to find a path that avoids the others, but will get her to the dainty little men she seeks. The sussing does help, she would be blind without it in this case!
What doesn't help is that the layout has changed since her last visit. Old corridors are blocked with rubble or mortared over, while new ones had been knocked through walls. It's enough to be frustrating, given her condition. "One of them's coming," she can hear a barinala call out in warning once she gets through to their seraglio.
It does cause her to wonder what is up with the changes to the layout. Why are they rearranging the layout? Are they fortifying? As for the Barinala, well ... "It depends on what you mean by them," Mavetraum calls out in a lilting voice. "Hello boys. Miss me?"
"Yodhinala!" the lookout yelps. "You've come back! Are you here to rescue us?"
"Well, visit," Mavetraum claims. "What is with all the changes? Who is this 'them' you refer to?"
"The Yodhblakat," the man whispers, looking a bit frightened just to say it. "Before it was just the one, who was bad enough, but now there are more. And they never get pregnant!"
"Oh you poor boy," Mavetraum coos at the lookout and caresses his cheek. "You miss making women pregnant, don't you?"
"Well.. it's just a bit unnatural," the man says, smiling and calming down at Mavetraum's touch. Who knows, he might even be one of Mave's sons. "It's all the muscle. It produces male hormones.." he mumbles.
"Well, the right herbs can fix that," Mavetraum coos, "Why not sneak it into their food? I imagine they have you cook for them do they not?"
"What they bring for us to cook is barely food," the man says. The other barinala are peeking out from their nests now, waiting to see what the Yodhinala wants of them.
Mavetraum continues stroking that cheek, then grabs the poor fellow down below. "So? That means they won't notice the taste change. Imagine their surprise when one of them turns up pregnant," she giggles like an evil imp.
The man squeaks.. but also responds reflexively. As do all of the other watching barinala. "They would surely punish us for that," he notes with worry. These boys are not exactly cut from the 'bold and courageous' cloth so much as the 'men and women will both enjoy them' tapestry.
"How would they know it is you, though?" Mavetraum points out, "They are the ones forcing themselves upon you. Perhaps it was divine punishment?"
"I don't know if we could pull it off, Yodhinala," the man says, looking contrite. "We're just men after all.."
"Pity. It is such a funny image to think of Yodhblakat waddling about," Mavetraum giggles. "I suppose you will have to be satisfied with me."
"Of course Yodhinala!" the barinala says, perking right back up! He even starts to lead Mavetraum to his bower.
Mavetraum rolls her eyes. Men are such simple creatures, they are always lead around by the very thing she is still holding. "And that goes for all of you. I expect each of you to lie with me before I leave," she calls out.
"And sometimes many of you at once!" she adds all to perkily.
This causes all of them to cluster around, giggling. Apparently the Yodhblakat don't like being ganged up on, except possibly for bathing or grooming. Nor do they go in much for foreplay it seems, since that's what all of them try to do at once.
"You have three choices, of course, and I expect all of them to be used," Mavetraum says as she playfully pushes the lookout down into the bower. The then does what Mave did to Alptraum earlier ... when means dhe kneels down to and hows her head down to, ah, nurse on the poor boy.
Of course, she should probably mention that to collect what she needs will require traditional intercourse methods.. but she could just tell them not to release in any of the other options. They should be well-trained enough, after all! It's also a bit difficult to move with all of them touching her at once in one way or another..
And she also knows that they are quite capable of multiple attempts, so, a release here or there in other ways should be perfectly fine; they just have to go again in the more traditional way! A writhing pile of bodies, what a perfect way to spend some time! There's that unfortunate little voice in the back of her head, though, screaming about what are you doing? You're being hedonistic again!. It's so hard to hear that, though, what with all the cute and tasty boys...
It makes her wonder what she missed out on in the Temple back in Zanara, which had a more 'mixed' group of barinala in it that the Shrine Maiden tended too while she was out of her body altogether talking to Rinala. It's hard to tell the different men apart.. or even their ages. The Yodhinala really were all about 'distilling' beauty, it seems. And of course they are all very attentive and professional. They're own pleasure is secondary.. at best. But they do enjoy having a proper lover it seems.
It may be secondary, but the Yodhinala is in 'ture form' and trying to make it primary for them. She is there to gather, but to also re-enforce their obedience and dedication to their Mother. It's going to be a very sticky job, but she is up for it, and so are they!
Some differences seem to become apparent, at least when they shift around. It can still be a blur though, as each of them does a full tour at least twice. And contrary to what she feared, she doesn't become bloated - there's just not that much produced, even with six men! Still.. it takes some time before the edge comes off of the empty feeling.. and then more time still before it goes away. Once that happens, some of the aftereffects of the exertions begin to manifest. Really, she needs to remember to do more stretching exercises first, especially if she's going to have her ankles behind her head for extended periods.
Not that she complains about discomfort during utter dedications to Inala. That just wouldn't be proper! But ... wow, she is going to be walking oddly for a while after. She tries to wind things down now a bit by drawing away the men's lust and desires through the Shrine Maiden's power. Slowly, though, so they do not realize it and instead accept it as a good thing coming to a happy end. "I will be glad to be gone from here," she thinks to herself. She is achy, all over.
Their duty still isn't done.. even without their ardor, they still have a need to tend to Mavetraum. So she gets a nice twelve-hand massage (although they could probably use their feet too, if there was room) to ease those taxed muscles. "We do this a lot," the one closest to her head explains. "The Yodhblakat hurt themselves all of the time."
Mavetraum also insists on a tongue bath. She cannot return looking a mess after all. "The Yodhblakhat hurt everything; it is all they know how to do," she points out.
"They don't take our pillows anymore," notes one of the men, after brushing off his tongue. To get her fur properly smooth, they all have to lick from head-towards-toes. There isn't a room for everyone to do that, so two work on Mavetraum's hair. "Is the Temple of Inala really.. ruined?" the other stylist asks.
"Yes, but only for now. Her children survive, and will prosper and breed," Mavetraum claims. Inwardly, she also homes they'll have better attitudes than the last batch.
"There is much construction happening now, isn't there?" the barinala asks. "Someone will rebuild the Temple?" A few of the others are lingering in spots, but still being thorough in their bathing.
"Not yet," Mavetraum notes, "But give it time."
"And then we can go home!" the two hair-groomers enthuse.
"Quite! But then who would tend to the Yodhblakat. Do you want them to feel lonely?" Mavetraum inquires. Granted, she does say it in a teasing tone at least.
"They will have a new army of followers, like Gorphat does," the pretty boy claims. "Raggedy folk like themselves."
"But surely you enjoy them sometimes," Mavetraum coos. "You are better than they, after all."
"We try to teach them to savor things.. but they just don't grasp the concept," the man laments.
"Ah, but you cannot give up. If you give up, then you have failed Her," Mavetraum reminds. "Well, at least until you can return home. On that day you are permitted to give up."
"We will keep trying to civilize them," the barinala claims. "Or failing that, try to convince them that choking has to be done properly to be effective for pleasure.."
Mavetraum snickers. "Yes, do that. I will return again, I promise. But for now, I should depart," the Yodhinala claims as she tries to disentangle herself. "Plus, I cannot wear you out too much; they might come calling..."
"There will be injuries for certain," one notes, as he finishes licking the fur on Mavetraum's feet with a sigh. "They try to bring us pretty things, but.. uh.. they don't really grasp 'pretty things' either."
"But, they are trying," Mavetraum points out and raises a finger. "That is at least something. Have some appreciation for it."
"Please give our regards to the other Yodhinala," the first barinala says. "We miss them."
"I will indeed. They are being ... looked after by Yodhinala Mave," Mavetraum notes as she slinks towards the exit. That might instill fear in them for all she knows, but their reaction to that name might be a little telling.
They seem to be respectfully quiet, and go about making it look like nothing has happened in their seraglio. This involves a mop and bucket of course, and some hasty laundry..
"Yeah, that is what I thought. She does not have a great reputation," Mavetraum thinks, both amused and reminded why she doesn't really trust Mave either. There is also that bit where Mave tried to enslave or kill Alptraum too; that wasn't good for winning a friend at all. Still, her duty here is done, so it is time to escape. She'll be good this time and not try to provoke Rizalka. In an odd way, she actually sort of likes that Yodhblakat. She can be ... fun, in her own way. It's like having a big sister to constantly insult. One that is probably right now making that big-mouthed man wish he had remained quieter. A lust-driven Yodhblakat; there's a way to die; risk of a crushed pelvis for sure...