It isn't easy for Nikky to escape Inala's Paradise. After a few hours of rest, she's roused by an excited Fluffer who tells her that Bara want's a repeat performance for the regular guests, and so the Skreek is carried out to the altar again. Since there's no fertility ritual this time, Fluffer doesn't have to just rut her all the time - he's a lot more practiced and attentive, and so keeps the rat and the audience entertained for a good twelve hours. After that, the Skreeks are let loose on Nikky. These partners do want to rut.. but Nikky is able to handle three to five of them at a time - but despite having access to all of her orifices, each one does take at least one round on the official one.
The third day is altar free, but only because Nikky is given a private room and long list of suitors. Her miracle milk is back to normal milk though, so the men (and a few women) have to make due with their own stamina. And thanks to a few couples getting involved together, Nikky manages an impressive twenty partners within twelve hours. After washing up, she's dragged to bed so Fluffer and Honey can play with her for a few more hours as well. By morning though, it's agreed that she can go if she's able to walk out under her own power - and the temptation to walk bow-legged is there.
Of course, after nearly two days full of Inala-involved debauchery, and two more days of mundane debauchery, there's the worry of what Gorphat's response will be.
"I have to escape this place, egad," Nikky thinks as she quickly dresses. She's impressed she isn't oozing out of every orifice at this point; she was full for three days straight. Granted, she loved it, but even she knows when things are a bit much!
The club is still doing pre-opening prep, which means people are getting cleaned up, the catering staff is working on the buffets and the so-called Scroungers are going through the place for any dropped or lost items that the cleaning crew missed. After the last workout, the Lapi Twins of Temptation are still passed out as well.
Nikky quickly leaves a note saying goodbye to the twin terrors, then slips out the door as fast as her skreeky feet can carry her! And yes, she's moving a bit bow-legged; even with her increased 'capacity' she feels rather 'sloshingly' full.
The path back to the Temple of Gorphat is practically burned into the Skreek's motor memory at this point, especially to her 'private entrance' that avoids the crowds and gives her a spot to stash her Nikky clothes.
And stash she does when she reaches the secret entrance. Also once just inside, she can shift back to Nicora as well. She isn't going to go deep into Gorphat's home in a body claimed by Inala, after all. If she wasn't in trouble yet, she sure would be if she did that. So, away the rat will go and forward the very bald and scarred Nicora will come.
There's some stickiness after the transformation - Nicora doesn't have Nikky's blessing, so gets an impromptu cleaning of sorts.
Nicora ughs from where she squats, spread-legged as remnants of the debauchery finally ooze out. Well, at least she's mostly used to oozing from that specific area given what things have grown within her over time. That mess she does her best to clean up and push outside as best she can too. So, after about half an hour of dealing with ick, she's finally making her way back up to the main part of the temple.
The main areas of the Temple are a bit quieter lately, with fewer non-Gorphat-serving people taking up space. There's still the small 'not horribly sick' section of the temple manned by Yodhrinala and the occasional Yodhsunala (although they mostly come round to collect the people that are not going to recover) and the dormitory halls. The halls are cleaner than they should be, possibly because Otto mops them whenever he has free time. Nicora can hear his familiar tuneless humming, and the scrape of his bucket. The Skreek always has a bucket.
"Good morning, Otto," Nicora calls out as she walks. She's going to head for the 'slime pools' first, she thinks, to get properly 'cleaned up', Yodhgorphat style. She can be sticky, it just needs to be the right kind of sticky.
"High Priestess!" Otto greets and bows. He's got a semi-freshly put together pair of pants today, even, which is about as formal as the Skreek gets in dress. "It is good to see you again. Do you need me to attend to anything?"
"Nothing I can think of. Have things been fine in my absence?" Nicora asks as she continues to walk.
"Things have been quiet," Otto says. "Miss Penance needs washing sometimes, and she has me shave her now. She's gotten bigger.." and here the rat moves his hands to mime a distended belly.
"She is having you shave her? She wishes to remain without fur, then?" Nicora inquires, head tilted to the side. "Is she coping okay with being bigger? Does she seem in any discomfort?"
"She has trouble walking," Otto admits. "The living chair you have might help, the one that looks just like a giant skedat? I have seen pregnant women, and it is not all supposed to be in the belly. Her limbs haven't changed."
"She is welcome to use the chair if she needs it. I will check on her after I finish cleaning up and becoming properly Gorphat-presentable," Nicora says.
"Do you want me to fetch Sil to draw a bath?" Otto asks.
"No need, I intend to use the slime pools," Nicora says if this is the most normal thing in the world.
"Oh.." the Skreek notes. "I dinna know you could do that.. uh.. I suppose it helps to be all bald though?"
"It is a requirement. Mother Gorphat ensured that I have no hair, anywhere. So, the nibbling and cleaning of the worms works well for me," Nicora explains. "It is an honor to be as I am."
"Are.. are the markings tattoos or.. just like.. birthmarks?" Otto asks, lowering his voice. "Sil says that.. well, they just appear on you sometimes."
"They are Gorphat inspired blessing-tattoos," Nicora explains. "When she decides I need a new mark, she blesses me with it."
"Ahhh.. so there isn't a Horrib that has a tattoo-stinger?" Otto asks, looking slightly relieved. "Or some tattoo master hiding in the Temple.."
"No, but that is an idea. I could arrange for either," Nicora says with a grin that would make Gorphat proud.
"Well, I only have my tail and the insides of my ears.. and I s'pose my hands and feet.." the Skreek notes, clutching his naked tail like it was the handle of his mop. "Do I need to get them tattooed?"
"Only if you want to . You are not required to," Nicora notes as she quits tormenting the man with the grin. "I like obtaining new marks, but not many do."
"Oh! Oh.. that is good to know, hehe," the man says, grinning nervously. "And they aren't contagious, right?"
Nicora laughs. "Of course not," she confirms.
Otto grins. "Also good to know! In case.. you know.. uh.. you need me to attend to you again.." He might even be blushing. "But.. I shouldn't keep you from your bath!" he then says to cover, and grabs his mop.
Nicora chuckles. "If I require that, I will call, do not worry," she confirms. She's had enough debauching as of late, she doesn't need more. Especially in this body; copulation is usually anything but pleasant.
The greenish glow of the pool is almost comforting in its familiarity. Nothing really bad ever happened in the pool after all!
Nicora smiles as she saunters towards the pool, hips swaying. One foot steps down, then another. It's so slimy and disturbingly warm. To most it would feel horrible, but to her, well, it feels nice. Soothing warmth that clings to her skin stubbornly and the little occasional nibbles from the worms tickles. She draws in a deep breath, then wades out into the pool, sinking up to her neck within a minute or so. She draws a deep breath, then even dunks her head into the goo and comes back up, slime hanging down in strings of foul-smelling ick from her ears and even her nosering. She doesn't even mind some of the foul taste when she gets a little in her mouth.
A worm drops off of her ear, but a few stay on her head - the scarred scalp gives them plenty to hang onto, and their nature makes them attracted to scar tissue. And of course the worms get inside, without any extra encouragement. It's such a mellow warm sensation that it seems the opposite of sexual. There also breast-leech worms, but it isn't like they have lots of suction. Nicora floats a bit, buoyed by the dense slimy liquid and the motions of the worms. It's so soothing that the lack of sleep over the past few days starts to weigh on her, until she actually falls asleep.
The warmth is still there, but so is the stench. Where Bucktraum lies on a pile of offal, it feels like his fur might start to rot away. And as usual he is painfully aroused, due to Gorphat's 'blessing' of priapism. Her smiling face looks up from his still shaved nethers at him.
Bucktraum blinks in horror and reaches down to feel his nethers to see if they've swollen up again; the hanging part, not the permanently cursed part; that he knows all too well already and that it isn't going away. "This is bad. I haven't been here in a long time," he thinks as his pulse quickens.
They don't feel swollen at the moment.. which may or may not be reassuring. A white, gore-covered form peeks around from a mound of bodies. One of the Yodhmagog have discovered the buck.
Bucktraum tries to get to his feet quickly. "Okay, time to escape these things," the buck thinks as he tries to back down the disgusting body pile. Boy are his eyes wide.
There's a high pitched call, and more motion, as the first maggot-creature calls on her sisters.. then starts inch-worming towards the green Lapi on its oozy breast-feet. There's no Blakat here this time to veil things in a soothing delusion either. It's clear that the creature coming at him has been wallowing in dead bodies.
And Bucktraum ... tries to escape! Find a direction away from these things! "Crap, crap, crap!" the buck thinks.
The ground is.. understandably.. slippery.. and worse. The buck's foot breaks through a rotted ribcage with a particularly disturbing organic sound, catching him up. It doesn't help that the corpse also moans and wiggles a bit.
"Augh!" Bucktraum cries as he flails and tries to get his foot free!
"Mooowp," the Yodhmagog utters behind the rabbit. Her 'soft' feet don't have trouble on the shifting, squelchy surface and she's making surprisingly good speed. There's a responding call from up ahead.. and to the right and left as well! It takes a few powerful kicks to send the remnants of an Eeee flying off of Bucktraum's foot.. and his fur there is more black than green now from the fluids.
"Ewwww," Bucktraum complains as he wipes at the yuck coating him now. But he doesn't waste too much time with that, the monsters are a-coming and he needs to escape!
Of course one pops up out of the pile just ahead of him. The Yodhmagog's long, raspy tongue licks her face clean of gore.. and she smiles and coos at Bucktraum with her flattened face. She even rises up and jiggles her first pair of pendulous foot-breasts.. even though they're still covered in filth.
Bucktraum looks ill! He feints to the left, then tries to dart around the maggot on the right. Of course he also has to use one hand to hold his cursed bit otherwise it flops painfully...
Moving quickly - the primary advantage of a Lapi - is problematical. Even with one hand, grabbing onto anything is likely to produce a small avalanche that could bury the bunny! And the 'chase' seems to make the Yodhmagogs a bit more excited too. Corpses must not be fun to play with. Now it's clearer that more of the creatures are moving just under the surface layer of bodies and body parts, as they cause things to hump up. Bucktraum might be able to try climbing higher and burying the monsters as he goes.. but that would leave him stranded up on top of a pile to be easily surrounded.
"What do you want?" Bucktraum calls out to his pursuers as he starts going higher. He's a lapi, he can maybe jump over his pursuers if they try to corner him.
Three of them attempt just that, cooing and flashing their tongues and in one case, rolling over onto her back and wiggling. So far there isn't any sign of Magog herself though..
Bucktraum attempts to jump over them, then! He has an opening, if he can get it, maybe he can run out of here. And thank everything Magog herself isn't around!
The launch is a bit poor, due to the improper footing, but it does clear one of the low-to-the-ground Yodhmagogs. Landing is another problem! The buck can't use one hand to protect himself and still manage it - the nature of the ground /requires/ landing on all fours. His hands and feet sink into the horrible 'ground'.. which then shifts under the impact. The section of tangled bodies that Bucktraum lands on becomes a /raft/, sliding down the 'hill' of bodies. And while this takes him away from the trio chasing him, it doesn't do much when the real ground is reached, sending him tumbling. When he gets his bearings back, he finds himself pinned under a mass of slimy pillows - or rather, a Yodhmagog is standing/sitting on top of him.
"Uuuauauauauauuagh!" goes the poor lapi as he surfs down the pile of ick on top of a raft of bodies. This is the nightmare of bunnies! Things spin, he spins, then he feels squishiness. "Oh dear Goddess," the buck squeaks, whimpers, and finds himself looking up at something that is anything but attractive ... and here his body just keeps standing at attention!
There must be another of the creatures nearby, because before he can grab onto himself.. something else does. The tongue is course and the teeth are blunt, with hard lips.. but that isn't the worse. The worse comes when the Yodhmagog that has by the handle starts to drag him.
"Leggo!" the lapi squeals as he tries to dislodge his sore bits from the mouth of the monster!
It's hard to tell which one has him. The one sitting on him shifts, so the buck can at least get to his feet.. but he's surrounded on all sides now. The Yodhmagog are clearly herding him.. and he needs to keep up with the one 'leading' him. The others encourage him by either fondling him or exploring a bit with their long raspy tongues - which are ideal for boring into corpses to get to the creamy centers, but not as effective at being stimulating.
"Ow, hey, ack, don't stick that there," Bucktraum complains as he's 'herded' in whatever direction they want him to go. It's not like he has much of a choice given what they're gripping. This is not dignified at all.
The journey at least sticks to solid ground. But after winding around a few heaps, the destination becomes clear: Magog squats (well, she really can't not-squat) head, her pale, nearly translucent white flesh spider-webbed with glowing green veins. Her expression is almost beatific and serene though.
Bucktraum's eyes widen again. "When such a creature looks content, fear," the quivering lapi thinks. "Uh, you can let go now, really. I'm not supposed to be here after all."
Does the leader bite down at the request. Magog's nostrils flare, as the eyeless face turns more towards the approaching gaggle. Feeler-ears twitch and reach out, and once they're close enough they begin touching Bucktraum's face. "A gift? A gift for Magog?" she gurgles.
"A mistake, I'm sure!" Bucktraum squeaks as he tries to draw back from the feelers. Nicora might like all things oozy, but the lapi forms do not.
"It lives?" the First Yodhgorphat asks, smiling oozily. "It is warm. Warm.." The distorted, blind face is sniffing Bucktraum directly now. Since it takes up nearly the entire front of the demon, it's taller than the Lapi himself.
"Eeeeee!" squeaks the terrified lapi.
"Pretty sounds," Magog says, then opens her dripping maw.. and gobbles up the buck in one bite! Luckily, Magog doesn't have any teeth, just that tongue.. but Bucktraum only feels it fleetingly as he's swallowed whole. It is not pleasant. Unlike someone who has control over such things, like Malagast, Magog is used to a mostly liquid diet.. much of which is still lining her digestive tract. The smell would be horrible if there was air to breath it in. So for now the Lapi is subjected to a terrifying, burning and asphyxiating journey. Since he isn't liquid, however, he doesn't actually get digested. And eventually there's air again as his head gets poked out the other end, followed by the rest of him after a few convulsions.
The buck is nothing more than a ball of panic and squirms as he rides through the gullet of this horrifying, nauseating, creature. He never expected being swallowed would be fun and he was not disproved in this belief; it was horrifying. When he finally copes out, even just his head, he' gasping for breath, then retching. Of course it doesn't really hit him he was just 'pooped' out until he's rolling around on the ground, dry-heaving as there is nothing in him to come up.
The smell hits him then, which does nothing for his nausea. He also feels covered in goo.. except that when it sloughs off, it just leaves irritated skin behind. His fur is melting off.
"No no no," Bucktraum squeaks as he tries to hold his fur on ... as it sloughs off. Nicora is bald, she loves it. The buck does not. A bald rabbit is a horror to behold.
The exposed skin isn't very pretty either.. there are dark, irritated spots on it, like the spots of a Savanite. And the one part that didn't have fur protecting it is really burning. One of the Yodhmagog is there as well though, and helpfully presents her backside to the bunny. Nicora's oozings supposedly have medical benefits. And ooze for ooze, the maggot-bat's secretions don't look much different.
The burning part is quickly trust into that ooze! IT doesn't matter what is producing it, the burning needs to stop or he won't have any bits left.
The ooze is soothing, at least.. but not exactly pleasant. And the Yodhmagog apparently expects more from the buck, so starts grinding back against him. Some of her sisters are squelching their way around their mother to see what's become of their new toy.
Bucktraum winces, but since that part of him is in there, his hips start working as lapi instinct instruct the buck that he should be rutting. So, he takes hold of the creatures backside, closes his eyes, and tries to ... not think to much about what he's in and just ... do it.
Other parts are burning as well, namely the recently shaved ones. Another of the Yodhmagog come up behind him and uses her tongue. It's slimy but that helps. The raspy surface does not. But at least she can't reach to suck on them! The parts that were protected by fur are still burning though, and the black spots are getting bigger, as if infected.
"Augh, come on," the buck whines, his face scrunching up as he winces. He hurts all over! He cannot help himself and rubs at those growing spots.
Skin peels away, revealing inflamed tissue beneath. It's like some flesh-eating bacterial infection! And once an area is exposed.. the tongues come out as the Yodhmagog press in to get at the decaying flesh. It doesn't help that each tongue-flick that gouges out a bit of diseased skin triggers his fountain.. which doesn't feel good either.
Bucktraum cries out! Not in a good way, either; tears are running down his face. Dear Gods, does he hurt. This is worse than anything he has ever felt before! Nothing escapes hurting. All he can basically do is ... scream ... all the while his hips keep working.
There seems to be a moment of salvation, as one of the Yodhmagog rears up and sprays the buck with breast milk.. of a sort. It's still green and smells like Nicora's. It soothes for a bit, and seems to stop the holes in his skin from growing. But that pain is replaced by one of a more wiggly sort, as fat maggots begin to work their way out of the holes. The other Yodhmagog tongues flick out like those of a chameleon to snatch up the tasty morsels once they're free. And it's happening everywhere.. from toes to ear tips.. well, to one ear tip. The buck's left ear flops forward and falls off, landing on the back of the Yodhmagog he's servicing.
"Oh Goddess, this is worse. Just let me die," the poor lapi thinks. His eyes are clenched shut, but he can stil feel the things squirming out.
Two of the Yodh start a tug-of-war with the ear, gobbling their way towards one another. It begins to feel like all of his insides are squirming now. And more chunks start to fall off. And sometimes a Yodh doesn't wait, and starts tugging. One of them has Bucktraum's left hand in her mouth, and is chewing upwards.. until the whole things comes off at the shoulder, spewing maggots like a party favor.
"Aaaaaugh!" cries out the buck. When he thinks it can't get worse ... get gets worse! At least everything hurts so much that new 'pain' isn't any worse than the old pain. This place is definitely Gorphat's Hell, and he's obviously being punished.
Even more nightmarish is that he can still feel the parts that fall off or are eaten. Even when his hips detach from the part that is in the Yodhmagog, it still manages to keep on moving. Limbs are shed and pulled away, and when his head rolls loose he can still see the rest of his body as the maggot-demon sisters chow down on it. He can't scream any more though.. not vocally. Maggots pour out of his mouth like a river...
And then Bucktraum lurches up out of the slime, coughing up the worms and goo that were choking him as he sank into the pool after transforming.
"Augh" the buck sputters as he thrashes, flails, and clambers his way out of the poor. He rolls onto his side gagging and coughing as slime and smaller worms pour from his jaws. It's not until he can actually breathe does he check to see if he even still have fur.
Everything is there.. ears, fur and all.. save for the shaved part and it's visage of Gorphat. The tattoo winks at Bucktraum, and comes alive.. he can even feel the claws that grip him.. until Gorphat is sitting in his lap, forcing him onto his back. "So, you've finally come back to me," the goddess says in her phlegmy voice."
Bucktraum's eyes are wide while he's on his back. "I was more or less a prisoner, and required to serve" the buck squeaks, still coughing a bit. "I came back as soon as I was able to! You are my Goddess, I serve you willingly."
"You were unwilling to serve Inala then?" Gorphat asks, leaning down closer to be more eye-to-rheumy-eye with the rabbit.
"Or course, she controls the rat," Bucktraum squeaks!
"And you are not under my control?" Gorphat asks.. and kisses the buck. Her lips are a bit more slimy than the worms were.
And Bucktraum returns the kiss. As willingly as he can show it, regardless of how slimy her lips are. "You don't force me," he mumbles during the kiss."
"Well then.. why don't you take me?" Gorphat asks. "I don't take, like Inala. I am generous, am I not?"
Bucktraum puts his hands on her hips, then tries to lift her up so that she is 'impaled' by his sore, cursed and throbbing flesh. "You are," the buck agrees as he slowly slides himself into Gorphat without hesitation or concern about what she might harbor inside herself. "You give me so much," the slime-coated rabbit coos at her.
Gorphat rears back a bit, and rides the buck while also offering up her somewhat damp breasts. "You serve me by choice. Inala cheats.." she claims proudly.
"I serve by choice," the lapi agrees as his hips roll full and strong. "I am yours by choice, given freely," he repeats, then leans in and takes one of her nipples into his mouth to nurse. The other is massaged by one of his hands.
The flavor is.. well, rancid. But it's not like there's anything left in the Lapi's stomach to revolt. And at least with Gorphat it feels nice. Not normal, and not explosive, but nice. The fountain doesn't hurt this time.. but there's something odd about it. An internal tingle.
The buck pays no real mind to the internal tingle. His focus is completely on Gorphat and pleasing her. Even the rancid taste is ... mostly ignored. The buck is a good and thorough lover, and the release is satisfying. He has given to his Goddess; it makes him burble.
The release doesn't really change his condition of course. And Gorphat seems to think things haven't finished yet. "Surely you can give me what you gave Inala.." Gorphat says. "A few days of non-stop lovemaking?" She grins as she asks it - she can't really be serious though, since she can't manifest for that long.
"I will give you whatever you wish," the buck claims, even sounding earnest about it. Even though he has released, his hips keep working at her since that part of him will never really deflate anymore.
The second time is less intense, and a bit more painful.. and the tingle afterwards is stronger, like an electric current. It passes quickly though. "You are prepared now," Gorphat says, and lifts off of the Lapi's lap.
This time time tingle causes him to hiss and squirm a little. After a deep breath or two, he asks, "Prepared for...?" The buck looks down to inspect his tattooed bit for any changes.
There are.. weeping pores on it. Not sores exactly, although they look similar. The discharge is clear and apparently constant though. "The Rat has unending lubrication, and now so do you," Gorphat coos, stroking Bucktraum's cheek.
The bucks eyes widen and he pokes at one of the pores.
Bucktraum bites his lip and nods slightly. "Will the doe have similar ... inside her?" he asks nervously. He doesn't protest it, though, he knows better.
It responds with a splorp. It feels a bit tender as well. "Oh no," Gorphat says. "She will still suffer from overuse, of course." The more the stuff oozes, the more swollen things start to feel down at the base.. another blessing, or a side effect?
"Ow," Bucktraum comments from the twinge from pushing the oozy pore. The swelling feel down at the base makes him more worried though, he reaches down and feels it. He also tries to wipe some of the ooze off with his free hand to see if the swelling diminishes.
It just keeps oozing, and the swelling as that familiar squirmy feel as well. "I wouldn't expect you to produce the lubricating puss all by yourself," Gorphat notes, and gives things a lick. "The worms will produce the ooze for you... but it may complicate other things. But that isn't important.. reproduction is not my purview, after all."
"What?" Bucktraum says, sounding alarmed. He feels around at the base for movement now. "There are works in there?" he says with a terrified squeak. He feels his dangly bits too for squirming.
There's plenty of squirming.. and even more swelling. It becomes apparent that the entire pathway is a bit squirmy.. as if one long worm is taking up the whole of it.
Bucktraum's ears are quivering like mad. He carefully prods at the tip to see if things ooze from there as well. He's careful and delicate, trying to figure out where the worms are ... and more, is there any way to get them out.
Something like a flower made of filaments appears out of the tip, only to retract again in a moment.
Bucktraums eyes go wide! "What was that?" he squeaks and ... pushes at the tip again.
"This is where you thank me," Gorphat notes, one eyebrow raised. The little tentacle-flower appears again and then retreats. "Not even a Barinala can match you now."
Bucktraum looks up. "That you, Mother," he says and then leans in and kisses her again on the lips. "I am just trying to ... understand this gift you have given me," he claims. "It is as if much of my flesh there is now the home to ... something."
"Yes, it is a mutant parasite," Gorphat says enthusiastically. "It will feed off your seed, replacing it with its own fluids.." She then reaches to tickle the tip herself, causing not only the flower to bloom, but multiple smaller ones to appear from the pustule-pores.. meaning the creature is branched out throughout Bucktraum's flesh.
Bucktraum's eyes go wide again and his ears shoot up. "It's utterly a part of me, then? Lives off me?" the buck clarifies, just to be sure he isn't misunderstanding. "How ... big will it get?"
"Oh.. I don't really know," Gorphat says thoughtfully, and taps at her chin while looking up at the ceiling. "But if it gets bigger.. I'm sure you'll stretch out to accommodate it. I don't think it will take complete control of your stalk though. Mostly certain of that. We'll know more after you finish your task.."
Bucktraum's ears quiver as he strokes and feels over his ... parasite-infected flesh. "What is my task, Mother?" he asks timidly, head dipping low; the poor buck is terrified.
"I wish to reward poor, poor Penance for bearing the difficulties of her pregnancy without complaint," Gorphat says. "So.. you will go and make love to her. Continuously. Until she gives birth."
Bucktraum swallows. "As ... as you wish," the buck concedes, voice wavering. This was not what he could have ever imagined; some horrible thing has grown within his bits. He can feel it constantly moving, too. The poor buck bites his lip.
"If you like, I can bless you with a slight brain disorder that will amplify your Lapi lust considerably," Gorphat offers. "It may make it a little difficult to stop, of course, but if you need the encouragement.."
Bucktraum shakes his head! "No need. You have more than blessed me enough," the lapi says quickly and gestures at his disturbingly blooming, and squirming, bit. He scampers to his feet and bows. "I go to tend to her now," he says as he backs out of the room.
"It wouldn't be any trouble at all.." Gorphat offers again, but doesn't follow the buck.. she just lays languidly next to the pool of worms, and makes ripples across the top with her finger..
The buck scurries down the hallway, trying to not look down at his infested bit. "Gorphat does it out of love," he thinks over and over, trying to convince himself having a squirming parasite inside him is okay as he heads for Penance' room.
The acolyte's room is something new, if seldom used. The horribs do not require her to stay in the lair all of the time, but the chamber given to her is stark. Like most rooms, it is a bit of a cell, with damp straw for a bed and light providing by glowing fungi on the walls. There isn't even a door for privacy. But the girl is there, setting a bucket of water down on the lone stone table. It's low enough that she has to bend over, which is how Bucktraum finds her. Her aura doesn't show her to be 'in the mood' at all though at the moment.
The buck walks up and runs a hand over her back. "Gorphat sends me to give you a gift for bearing her trials so well," he murmurs to her. "Will you permit me to give it to you?"
"Oh, it's you!" the girl says in surprise, standing back up. Along with her belly, her breasts are quite a bit larger too - meaning that her body is reacting with the usual stew of hormones. "A gift? What sort of gift?" she asks, reaching down to support her stomach with one hand.
"Mother Gorphat wishes me to make love to you until you birth; to give you pleasure and contentment through the final times," Bucktraum claims as he runs his hands over her stomach now, caressing and feeling out the solidity of its contents.
It doesn't feel quite like the others have. This one seems to have more substance to it, somehow. "Oh?" Penance asks in surprise, then bites her lip. "So.. I'll be able to lie down then?"
"Or you can just sit in my lap if you prefer," Bucktraum offers then goes to sit on the bed and pat his lap. "Whatever is most comfortable for you."
"I'm not used to.. not being.. uh.. restrained, I suppose," Penance notes, and then eases down onto the buck's lap. The lubrication certainly helps! And the girl warms up quickly enough, most likely due to all the hormones. Before long, she's really grinding on the rabbit.
And for the moment, Bucktraum enjoys it! He doesn't think about the parasite now living within him. No, he focuses on how his hips roll and the sounds she makes to guide his movements. He also reaches around her and massages both her belly and swollen chest. "You have done really well, Gorphat is proud of you," he murmurs.
Penance only moans in reply. And as things progress, the extent of Gorphat's punishment becomes apparent: since Nikky only gets more sensitive over time, until she is in a constant state of release, release never comes for the buck. The worm both blocks it.. and feeds on it. But the buck does keep getting more sensitive. And this has to be endured for at least as long as Nikky enjoyed herself!
The releases are there, sort of; but they just feed the worm and give no direct satisfaction. Worse, it could be making the worm bigger, and he still has no idea how to get that thing out. If it's even possible at this point. Well, sure, Gorphat could probably remove it, but it's unlikely she would. It also likely means he can't pee anymore either ... or worse in that the worm might make an alternate route for that for him. Lots to worry about ... and a whole lot of unrelenting need he's going to have by the time Penance's water pops. Yes, this is definitely punishment. At least it is only the lapi buck.
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