Nicora can't help but notice the shackles. The original bed just had one.. this one has four, and all of them are attached to her. She also isn't sure what happened just before finding herself here but it must be in her head, unless Blakat had this whole room duplicated somewhere in the temple fortress. So far though it seems that she's alone.
"Hey!" Nicora calls out and starts pulling at all the shackles. They aren't as comfortable now that she completely lacks any body hair thanks to a Gorphat chemical, then blessing to make it permanent. "I'm Gorphat's property; you're not supposed kidnap me!" she claims, not liking feeling, well, this vulnerable and spread with all her wet puffiness on display.
The heavy door opens, and someone enters backwards. There's a long naked tail, and whistling, and the smell of blood. It isn't Igorina.. but it also IS Igorina.. she's just gone from black and white to blood red and light red, with a shock of blond on top. "Ha! You ain't kidnapped!" the Skreek cackles. She turns around and is wearing just an apron, and carrying a platter with a big blood sausage on it. The sausage is pulsating like it has a beating heart inside. "This your own mind, my pretty jelly-bat!"
"Oh dear Goddess what is that and why does she have it?" Nicora wonders, wide-eyed and staring at the Blakat-skreek. "I already gave you what you wanted and even fostered better unity between our Temples with the blessings," the High-Priestess of Gorphat points out as she tries unsuccessfully to scoot further back and away from the sausage. "This isn't exactly a good way to keep relations improved!"
"Jelly-bat, jelly-bat, roly-poly jelly-bat," Blakat sings as she pirouettes toward the bed. She sets the platter down near one of the pillows, then climbs over towards Nicora. "Does this really seem that unnatural to you, jelly-bat?" she says, using Igorina's voice. "Out of character? Tell me true.. doesn't the rat fit better with me than with Inala?"
"The rat loves being Inala's slut and having her blessing," Nicora points out. "So, no, not that unnatural. And why are you calling me jelly-bat?"
"Because you're full of jelly!" the Skreek cackles, and then reaches to squeeze and jiggle Nicora's breasts. "Jelllllly! Haven't you ever had jelly?" she asks, then smacks herself on the side of the head. "Oh, of course you haven't!" She picks up the big pulsing sausage then, and waggles it at Nicora. "You only like blood. Hungry?" she asks teasingly.
Nicora's breasts flop and jiggle about, then start to ooze their thick green slime a bit. Uncomfortable! "Normally I would say yes, but that thing is ... pulsing. Sausages aren't supposed to do that..."
"That depends one what kind of sausage it is," Blakat says, and gives the sausage a lick. "Do you want me to feed you then?"
Nicora twitches again. "No, ah, I'll just have the sausage then," the Yodhgorphat grudgingly concedes.
"Awww, are you sure?" Blakat asks, but does bring the somehow living meat product towards Nicora's lips. "Want the tip, or the girth?" she asks next with a crazy grin (that still is just Igorina's normal grin).
"The tip is fine," Nicora says and then opens her jaws wide. She still doesn't trust this, though.
Blakat dangles the sausage down to where Nicora can bite it.
Nicora lifts her head and with a single jaw snap, bites it!
And the blood gushes out. It's like biting a neck and hitting the carotid artery. It's also very.. fatty.
"Ugh!" Nicora things, but she swallows it anyway, quickly. Otherwise she might drown if it is flowing like that! She also starts pulling on the chains again; nothing good can come from this.
After a minute, Blakat tugs on the sausage. "Done yet? Want some more..?" she coos.
Nicora holds a bit longer, then lets go and licks her lips. "Done," she mutters, eying the ... rat.
Blakat licks the sausage until it stops bleeding. Then she sticks it back into Nicora, just not into her mouth. "That should keep it warm!" she says with a cackles, before straddling the bound jelly-bat. "Now.. what was I gonna say.." she ponders, as she pulls off her apron.
Nicora's left eye goes big! Yes, her 'blessings' mean she is generally well lubricated, but sudden insertions are still rather shocking! Especially given her blessings also makes that area constantly ache. She can't help herself as her muscles down there flex around their visitor.
The sausage-monster reacts by squirming about. "It was right on the tip of my tongue.. no!" Blakat says, and grabs her own breasts. "Right on the tips of these! Inala has gotten what she wanted from your Nikky.. her little ghosty shrine rats. So why not let me have a turn? I love the rat! She's like me!"
"But the rat likes the blessings from Inala! She wouldn't want to lose them," Nicora literally groans out. That sausage is not helpful for oconversations!
"Oh, I wouldn't touch those," Blakat says, and leans forward to be nose-to-nose with Nicora. "I just want to add a little something to her milk. She'll like it, I promise!"
"And would Inala still get to ... play with her?" Nicora groans, shudders, and really tries to ignore that sausage. This is ... hard to do given her condition. What's worse is it isn't like it's even really pleasurable; it's just less painful than her usual ache is.
"That's up to Inala," Blakat says, lying full on atop Nicora now. "Jelly jelly jelly," she chants, and licks Nicora's nose. "What I want to add.. well, it might make her a bit jelly.. as in jealous.." she says, and then cackles.
"You going to ... mark the rat, then?" Nicora asks in a hiss, and with narrowed eyes.
"Oooo, I hadn't thought of that!" Blakat admits, looking excited. "It's usually Zakaro that goes in for the body art. And I suppose a few others that might feel a bit insecure and need equal tapestry space." Then Blakat grins wider, somehow. "I do like the dagger-eyes on old Shriney-Butt though. So I suppose a little tattoo would do.."
"And how ... do I agree to this?" Nicora grunts and shudders hard. Dagh, she just had an orgasm and now things are really hurting.
"Well now.. hmm, I hadn't thought that far.." Blakat admits. "I imagine you'll want to know what I wish to do, yes?"
"Yes," Nicora says through gritted teeth! Her internals are really cramping now and that blasted sausage is still going at it, making it worse! And with Blakat lying on top of her, the pressure is causing her chest to ooze through all her teats and making her feel all .... sticky.
"I bet Gorphat and Inala never let you know what they're gonna do to you!" Blakat cackles. "But I would only keep it from you if was something I was going to take from you. So... I'll have to change things a bit for this to work.. Ah! Cross your eyes and snort through your left nostril!"
Nicora's eyes are almost crossed anyway from the pain! So, it's little to finish doing that, then snort through her left nostril. Well, it's more like a grunt, but that's close?
And then Alptraum is on top. Blakat-rat is held shackled to the bed beneath him, and there's still some Nicora-goo between them. "Ahh!" Blakat laughs, and squirms. "I forgot about the sausage! Woo, it tickles!"
Altraum twitches at the goo, yes .. but he's already aroused by proxy from what he used to be, so ... The Eeee grunts and shifts around until he joins the sausage within the rat! He's in before he remembers that yes, this is Blakat. "Crap," he thinks.
"Oooo, two enter, but only one leaves!" Blakat laughs. "Now.. uh.. where was I? Oh.. the thing with the stuff! Well.. since I'm the sort to keep secrets, nor am I insecure enough to wait until after someone has agreed to explain what I want.. I'm gonna explain it ALL! In detail! That makes me better right? RIGHT?"
Amelia says, "Not the sort to keep secrets."
"Eh, I think I would rather be surprised," Alptraum admits before he can stop himself. And he can't stop the fact his hips are already moving, too.
Blakat purrs, and wiggles right back. "Well.. what do you know about my wonderful Yodh? Well.. that's too broad a question. You've heard of the Strength of Blakat yes? I bet your little old Yodhinala granny knows how to make it, even.."
"That potion, yes. Even I have had it before; Mave made it," Alptraum agrees, grunts, and keeps working. No pain! This is novel.
There's a bit more lubrication than usual, but that's likely just the blood from the sausage, which is being ground up at this point. "Ah, good! Stamina, aggression.. passion.. freedom from consequence.. I want it in Nikky's milk.. just like it's in mine, right now.."
Alptraum takes that as a cue to dip his head down and nurse. He knows he's going to regret this, and yet his lips do close around a teat. There, he suckles while he ... 'works'.
It's not quite like being drunk. Or rather, being drunk without all the downsides. He realizes that he really doesn't care what Blakat feels.. she's there for him. For him to take. With all his strength!
And so Alptraum gets rough. Really rough; as in his hips pound as hard as they can! His claws grip and dig into the rat, growls, nostrils flare. Even now and then he draws all the way out, misses and Blakat-Rat gets penetrated a little lower down! He pounds there too until a miss gets him back to the right spot. He doesn't care which he's in, really; just that he's in her.
And Blakat.. loves it! She's laughing and cackling and biting and egging the Eeee on. Igorina was tough.. and a fast healer.. and liked vampires. Would Nikky feel the same? And if Alptraum starts to tire.. well, there's always more milk.
The bat buries himself low again and starts right back nursing, again. He still remembers how painful that was thee first time Rugharo did it to Nikky, and he doesn't care.
Time goes by in a haze. It's difficult to really think, everything overshadowed by the need to conquer and rut. But it never gets to the point of striking or gouging.. there's certainly biting and clawing though, but all in the pursuit of that primary drive. And it begins to take a toll on the body, no matter what enervating effect the milk has.
Alptraum is sure he's peaked many times, in, well, both places. Doesn't care! Still, he is feeling tired and the desire to drink more fades and fades. Eventually, though, he collapses atop the rat, panting and growling.
Blakat is heaving beneath him, but only because she's chuckling. "Oy.. so.. want my li'l blessing on the rat?" she asks, while Alptraum's thoughts clear.
"Fine," Alptraum agrees. He's still enough in the haze to accept such things without panicking too much about it.
"Eh, you gotta take it from me, you know," Blakat says, and rattles her chains. "Oooo, I be all chained up and helpless!"
"How do I take a curse?" Alptraum asks pointedly.
"You're a vampire," Blakat notes with a toothy grin. "You suck it out o' me!"
Alptraum rolls his eyes. His jaws open and he bites! Only he doesn't bite on her neck, he bites on her left breast. This time he's suckling blood instead of milk. His tongue, though still can torment a teat.
Blakat's laughing and cackling echoes through the room, becoming almost too loud to take. It comes from every direction, which is disorienting to an Eeee, and her blood is like a narcotic. Senses begin to swirl and distort, and Alptraum begins to lose a sense of self.. until he isn't sure which body is his...
Things come into focus slowly for Nicorina, laying splayed out on her back beneath the glowing crystal chandelier.
"Of course," Nikky says with a smirk. She tries to push herself into sitting upright (if she isn't secured down). She should have expected showing up here. Real question is where she will wake up whenever all this is over!
This was certainly a last moment sort of arrangement, since there isn't anyone waiting for her. And.. she feels a little sore, but isn't certain if it's an echo of Alptraum's experience or Blakat's. But a quick search shows that at least there isn't any sausage.
Nikky checks for other injuries too, though not that she cares. The rat loves it rough, always has.
Finally there is noise.. the rapid slapping of feet on stone as someone is running down the tunnel to the chamber. A cloaked figure bursts out of the tunnel, then doubles over for a moment while breathing heavily. It doesn't have any wings, but does have big Lapi feet poking out from beneath the cloak.
"Hey, bunbunbunbun," Nikky giggles as she hugs her front leg and rocks slowly. "Out of breath already? But ya haven't even rode me bum yet!"
The hood goes back to reveal Jacoba, who was some relation to Fluffer.. or an acquaintance. Or rival. The other bunny in Nikky's stable didn't really elaborate. "Just.. give me a moment.." he said, taking deep breaths.
Nikky makes a come-hither gesture with her finger.
The buck grins and seems to get his second wind. "Haven't seen you in awhile," he notes as he hops onto the dais and removes his cloak. He practically skips the rest of the way to Nikky. "Did you miss me?" he asks.
Nikky leans in and liicks the lapi in a tender place to encourage it. "You bet," the skreek claims, right before she grabs his hips and licks him again. She's shaking in a silent giggle; apparently she still doesn't have a sense of shame.
And Jacoba doesn't need a lot of encouragement. "It may take the others a bit before they arrive," he says, sounding mock-apologetic as he pulls the Skreek into his lap. "Hope you don't mind.."
Nikky shifts around a bit, then settles down, impaling herself on the lapi. "Just gives you time t' loosen up all me fun tunnels," the rat claims rather lewdly, then kisses the buck and starts to rock her body.
The buck is happy to oblige, and starts off slow. At least, for that position. Things speed up when he gets Nikky on her back.. and really speed up when he gets her on her hands and knees. And of course there are the other positions that don't involve traditional penetration at all, but make good use of tongues and fingers.. and ears, apparently. It's all a fun distraction before the 'crew' arrives. Does carrying pieces of wood, a cat with a leering grin, and a naked, furless bat with a heavy-looking case.
Nikky makes sure every passage gets a good workout and all nice and sticky! The rat giggles the entire time too, and enjoys all the additional ways to please things; it makes her feel all loose in all the right physical and moral ways. When the others arrive she waves at them with a playful finger wiggle and a cackle!
"Oh, the challenging one," Hortense notes when she sees that it's Nikky. She directs the does to assemble.. a chair? Except it's a chair that is leaned back.. nearly horizontal and has table-legs to support it. And the seat has a big hole taking up most of it. And, of course, there the restraints..
Nikky blows a raspberry at Hortense. "Ya just mad I kin dominate you," the skreek taunts, smirking. "Y'know y' want to bow before me."
Hortense raises one eyebrow, and smirks cruelly. "Well.. we'll have to see about that sometime," she purrs. "But for now.. please have a seat." She makes a grand sweeping gesture to the chair.
Nikky, not to be outdone, saunters right over to the chair and settles herself down on to it and wiggles her bum and such right over the hole, then leans right back onto the rest. "Y'don't worry me," the rat says.
The does quickly strap in Nikky's wrists and ankles. Mordecai sets up next to the chair on the left side, opening his tattooing kit and giving Nikky a kiss.
And once the rat is secured, Hortense opens a bag and withdraws several Creen feathers - black ones - which she hands to the does.
And Nikky kisses Mordecai right back, rising up as much as the restraints allow. "Don't be gentle," she says to the bat and smiles disturbingly.
"I aim for accuracy," the albino replies. He takes the bottle of alcohol, applies it to some cotton.. and swabs the Skreek's left nipple. The does have taken up position to use their feathers.. one at the hole, two at her feet, and one on the right. The all start tickling their targets at once. Toes, right nipple and the Orb of Inala. Well, and sometimes Gorphat's Mouth as well, closer to the tail.
Nikky goes "Eehehehehehheheheeeee!" like a mad little thing and boy does she squirm! All over! The chair actually creaks! The rat, of course, loves it and the absurdity of it all! Even the feather on the Mouth amuses her! Rat.
During all of this, Mordecai grabs and squeezes Nikky's left breast to keep it still.. at least until Hortense comes around the chair and takes over. This lets her use her tongue to tickle Nikky's ear as well. Once the Eeee has both hands free, the tattooing needle is dipped into red ink, and the process of tattooing the Skreek's nipple begins.
And yes, that hurts! Nipples are sensitive things. This sort of pain causes the rat to hiss, and she squirms all about from that, the tickling, and even the licking! "Eehehe, not bad, kitty," the rat even remarks to the khatta. "Mebbe some say y' actually be good enough t' tame me."
Of course, squeezing and even painful stimulation cause lactation.. so every so often Mordecai has to pause while Hortense uses her rough tongue to clean up the milk. She doesn't go crazy though.. so that aspect is probably waiting until the tattoos are finished.
The rat just sort of 'grins and bears it, so to speak! Even with the pain, the rat's lips are drawn back in a crazed grin and that giggle of hers manages to escape from between her teeth! All of her that can move is her tail, and it flicks all over the place!
The pain becomes all the sharper when Mordecai moves from the relatively firm skin of the areola to the tender teat itself. This requires a lot more licking.. since there's blood as well as milk this time.
Nikky grunts! Still, the pain excites her! It's a good thing she's sitting over a hole because Inala's gate is getting a bit drippy. At least it isn't nasty like Nicora's is!
The red inking is done.. but Mordecai starts doing more with gold ink now. At least it's going relatively quick, given the small area involved.
Nikky goes oooo, "Gold!" The skreek fixates on odd things, but hey. She's just an odd one.
The gold is used sparingly compared to the rest. And then the cotton dabs and swabs, making things burn from the alcohol.
Nikky hisses loudly! The burn, burns! Her toes splay!
There's a moment of respite while things are shifted to work on the right side now. Having her left breast released from Hortense's grasp causes a fresh rush of blood that makes the pain even worse for a few moments. And then the feather is applied, causing further mixed signals. It also seems that Jacoba has taken over for the middle doe down below, because Nikky knows the feeling of his tongue.
Nikky's hips rock hard! She likes that tongue! The pain is causing her to wince a little, but wow, she's still grinning. Nothing seems to dent that grin of hers. Nor her insane giggling and wiggling, for that matter.
The whole process is repeated on the Skreek's right breast, with the main difference being Jacoba teasing a bit deeper.. and inserting fingers and possibly other things.. Nikky can't see any of it after all. And Hortense keeps licking her.. not just her ear, but her throat as well.. while Mordecai works. "Don't lose your grip," he keeps reminding Hortense. "You should have brought the milking harness for this.."
Nikky's backside is wiggling all about to encourage the lapi. She doesn't really care what has been fed into her, just that things have. It feels so lovely; Nicora really misses out, what with being cursed to have pain instead of pleasure from sex! "The kitty jus' knows I woulda strapped 'er innit," the skreek cackles!
"We're running low on unicorn milk you know," Hortense replies, and nips Nikky's ear. Despite the feathering, Nikky's left nipple seems numb.. if throbbing.
"Well, get yer harness ready and I might be able t' find her sometimes for you," The skreek teases, then adds even worse, "An' don forget the carrots." Boy does she cackle like mad from that! It helps distract her from how odd her nipple feels.
Some feeling is returning by the time Mordecai switches to the gold ink for the right one. It's a burning feeling, but it's feeling. It's a bit overwhelmed by Jacoba's manipulations though. And once the Skreek's toes seem to have gotten used to the feather tickles, the does switch to sucking on them.
Not unlike the times when Nikky was sucking on Jacoba earlier, that thought makes Nikky giggle too! In fact, most thoughts do because she's a nut. The burning sensations make her hiss and squirm a bit, but they aren't really any worse than how Nicora has enight teats that hurt all the time! Being Nicora really has made her more resilient over time to stuff. "Woo!" the skreek calls out.
The alcohol is applied, and the breast is released from its kitty grip. One of the does holds up a hand mirror, so that Nikky can see that her nipples teats now appear to be pinched by the gold-edged red Dagger of Blakat.. just as the symbols had become eye-shading for Snowcora.
Nikky's smile somehow widens! 'I like it!" the skreek declares and follows that up with a crazy sort of cackling! the rat then realizes, why, she ought to get nipple bars in that shape!
"Now.. Blakat is one of my favorites," Hortense admits, and Nikky's restraints are loosened.
And Niiky's hand shoots up, grabs Hortense around the back of her neck, and draws her in for one heck of a snog. When it releases, she whispers, "An I mean it, the Uni misses you. Best take advantage of such things in between times of me subjugating you." The rat waggles her brow, then sits back and cackles!
"Hmmph," Hortense says, as if she wasn't caught of guard at all. "I'll need some of your milk now too.."
Nikky bounces her chest. "Gots plenty," the skreek claims, giggling. "Milk away!"
"I'll need to have it tested first of course," Hortense says, and then pats Mordecai on the back while grinning.
And so the Eeee scoops up rat and slings her over his shoulder.
"Okay, okay, y' kin milk me next time," the rat tells Hortence from Mordecai's shoulder. She giggles, then tries to tickle the Eeee's nose with her tail!
Mordecai catches the tail in his mouth, of course - having a really long tongue helps for catching things like that! But then he's kneeling down and Nikky is laid out on her back. "Sure you are not too sore still?" he asks as he spreads Nikky's legs and enters her, still looming over her and showing his fangs.
Nikky inhales sharply as the rat enters her. She reaches up and strokes at his chest. "I like it rough and a little painful," the skreek claims, her eyes narrow and her smile a bit predatory. "Take me until I pass out," she asks, huskily.
"Without banging your head on the stone?" Mordecai asks, then dips his head to drag his tongue across an inked nipple.. only to keep going until he sinks his fangs into the rat's neck.
"I don't need any more lumps on my head," Nikky says with a giggle; thinking about Nicora. When the fangs sink in, the rat gasps and arches her back. "Oh .... yeah," she chitters, bearing down on the part of the Eeee nicely deep inside her.
Mordecai drinks and makes love gently, in no hurry to try the milk just yet. It's only until he's had enough of Nikky's blood that he suckles. It hurts.. but also feels good at the same time. And soon enough the Eeee is starting to go wild. Her back will probably complain about the hard surface, which doesn't absorb any of the impact.. which really doesn't matter that much.
And Nikky enjoys; she likes how the Eeee feels. But then she has always been most fond of making out with different sorts of creatures. When things really get going and the suckling begain, she was even more encouraging and showing off her impressive skill at controlling her internal muscles to make things 'just right' for the amount of stimulation to keep things going and make it really enjoyable for both. If she's sore afterward, well, she doesn't care! She's doing what she is most proud of, being an amazing sort of slutty rat.
The studding does add an extra component, since instead of a single thrust, each one feels like three at once when the bumps match up with Nikky's own. If it wasn't for Inala's blessing keeping things lubricated, there might be smoke coming from the friction. Mordecai is actually pushing Nicorina across the floor, a half-inch at a time.. but the rate of pushing makes it seem faster! He's got his claws into the Skreek's shins, bending her legs until her knees are practically against her breasts. He's also making labored breathing sounds.. and salivating quite a bit, which involves a certain amount of dripping blood.
And Nikky is loving it! Why? It's so intense and crazy, of course. It also just feels amazing! She rarely ever feels like this given the form she spends most of her time in; so when she has a chance to enjoy the moment, she does. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," the rat squeals with maddened delight! She doesn't even care about the claw pains, or even bleeding some. All that matters is getting rutted like a demon!
"Go on.. I want to see if it works on more than one at a time," Hortense says, and soon Jacoba is trying to sneak in a suckle. This brings a warning growl from Mordecai, but the buck is quick. "It tastes normal," he reports.. just before he jumps on the entwined pair and tries to wrestle both of them!
And Nikky somehow manages to get Mordecai on his back in the middle of this! Why becomes apparent enough as she's trying to get the buck to make use of Gorphat's Mouth while Mordecai remains in Inala's gate! Even in a rutty haze, the rat is trying to maximize how filled she is!
Given that it's the only option available to the buck, Jacoba is on Nikky's back as soon as possible. But the two males are still jockeying for dominance, which means 'being on top' in the case. It involves a lot of rolling about, but at least Nikky isn't being pushed across hard stone anymore.
And she's filled! It's a positive delight to the rat! She cackles like mad, practically crooning with pleasure.
Hortense is trying to get one the does to try the milk as well, but the girls are all resisting. "I'm going into that," the one the feline is pushing. "Jacoba will get me!"
And of course to Nikky this just means she won again! Mwahahahaha! She has the only two males here and they are both rutting her like wild animals. One thought does strike her, though; this is probably how the doe looks to the outside work; an mad rutting animal.
But unlike with Gorphat's doe, Nikky is the one in control. Granted, the males aren't acting that much different from those affected by the doe.. but they are much more possessive.. and competitive. Nikky becomes less of a bone being fought over and more of a measuring tool as they try to bring her to climax more than the other.
This is all good for Nikky, though, since Inala's blessing means she never wears out or hurts in that way. Unlike the doe, which can be worn out and made to hurt. So, she just rides it out, enjoying everything until she or they, pass out! She could get used to this.
Mordecai has a slight advantage.. better lubrication and access to more milk, while the buck just has the one quick taste to work from. The bat takes the high ground again, forcing Jacoba to be the mattress.
But, it keeps Nikky dual-filled and that is good enough for her! Plus, the bunny makes a good mattress! She does know, though, Mordecai will wear out.
It takes awhile before the Skreek's prediction comes true. Which means the Eeee passes out before Nikky. But her whole body is tingling.. and not just from all the scratches and bites.
"Huh, dat is weird," Nikky remarks to herself from where she lies panting and sated. She even pokes a bit at herself.
Her ribs are a bit sore. Now that the constant battering and stimulation has stopped, she feels a bit like a hot stone cooling and ticking.
Nikky draws in a long breath, then lets it out and closes her eyes, relaxing and just floating in the soreness and sensation.
And Hortense smiles down at her. "Well, that was interesting," she purrs. "And maybe a bit dangerous. I wonder if has the same effect on females?" She waggles an empty bottle at the Skreek.
Nikky opens an eye and swipes the bottle from the cat. She then rolls to her side so that she can sort of angle a nipple over the opening in the bottle. There is where she uses what she learned from Nicora's rat servant and proceeds to massage-milk her own breast to flow her milk into the bottle.
"We see what fun we can have with this in the playroom," Hortense says, taking the bottle when Nikky finishes. "I bet I could tie a guy up and drive him crazy with this.."
"Until he broke the restraints," Nikky warns, "They do get incredibly strong. You might find yourself face down." The rat then smiles and adds, "But, have fun anyway! It be a hoot!"
"I'm sure the girls would still be faster," Hortense says, and then whispers to Nikky, "They like being chased. They run the man ragged. It did build up Jacoba's stamina though.. but he never caught any of them."
Nikky laughs! "He would on dat stuff, so may not wanna use it on him," she warns.
Using her foot, Hortense pushes Mordecai the rest of the way off of Nikky. "Will they remember any of this?" she asks.
"Far as I know, they should remember most of it," Nikky notes as she sits herself up and rubs at her own neck. "It'll be dreamlike, but there."
"You know, some piercings in the shape of the Dagger would be interesting," Hortense says. "At least, in Babel."
"Yah! Should be able to find them," Nikky agrees. "Will be lookin' into dat."
"Do they have ones for all the Kindly Ones?" Hortense asks, getting an odd look in her eye.
"No idea, but probably. Why?" Nikky has to ask.
"I don't know yet," Hortense says. "But I'm sure sticking things in the appropriate places could be fun to inflict on someone.."
"Someone bein' me?" Nikky has to ask, eyes narrowed.
"Nah, you like it too much," Hortense says, and pokes Nikky in the breast. "Got to use it for punishment.."
"So, the Shrine maiden? That Yodhgorphat, Nicora?" Nikky has to ask, smirking.
"Well, a lot depends on the material.. and how much it can be heated or cooled," Hortense says. "Someone who is caught stealing should get the Daggers in a sensitive place, for instance. Hot! Or else really cold.."
"And I can dress up as Rephath while I insert them," the cat growls, her tail lashing.
Nikky smirks. "Well, I ask around for you," the rat claims, "Promise." She lets her eyes close again and takes the time to rest and recover a bit. "An I know Rephath, you kinna like her, in many ways." She doesn't mention the bit that Rephath likes being tied up herself.
"Of course, I'm a goddess of punishment!" Hortense laughs... and the laugh echoes as Nikky seems to sink through the floor. There's a jolt, and Nicora finds herself back in the Temple of Blakat arena. Someone is suckling on her too.. but it's Fluffy.
"Aaaaah!" goes Nicora and she promptly pushes at the creature, trying to get it away from her! And ugh, of course while dreaming like she was, her breasts oozed, making her front slick with slime, making her skin under the few bandages feel slug-like. "Right, well, I guess I am done here!" the Yodhgorphat declares.
Fluffy retreats, and Brutus appears, hovering in front of Nicora. "Chick-a-chick?" he asks, giving a sense of 'should I have kept Fluffy away?'
"No, it was okay," Nicora says as she rises and presents her back to the horrib. "Shall we return to our Temple home?" she asks her 'child' upon her back.
Brutus takes his place covering the horrib tattoo. On the way out, they run into Shiv hanging upside down from the roof of the hallway, and he actually leads them back out. A walk down to the camp, and collecting the rest of the Eyes of Gorphat take a bit longer, and then it's back to their own Temple..
"We'll go get Fon, he can write," Foz says. "We give 'im our report on the camp. That stuff gotta be in writin', make it all official!"
The Yodhgorphat nods approvingly. "Good. I will consult with Gorphat and let her know the deeds done on Her name," the disfigured woman says and pats Foz' shoulder. "I am certain she will be pleased."
Soon enough, Nicora is alone in her suite. Even Brutus has to 'report' to his queen.. or else he's just off to eat something. The goo on Nicora's bandages has dried a bit, making them.. crunchy and itchy. Well, itchier than usual anyway.
And Nicora starts the process of stripping them off. She's naked most of the time here anyway; most things bother her tender, disfigured, skin if they're on too long. The Eeee then goes to the mirror and looks at herself, taking time to pick off any dried bits of her own effluence. The odd thing is, she actually smiles at her reflection; feeling pride in how she looks, mohawk tendrils, eight sagging breasts, and inflamed vulva, not to mention the various scars, including the one on her side where the last horrib actually did chew out. Maybe to herself she actually is starting to find this form compellingly beautiful.
"It's my form of beauty," Gorphat says from the bed. "A beauty that is earned. A beauty born of challenge and success. A proper beauty."
"And I am very proud of it, Mother," Nicora admits as her skin flushes greener, a sign of an embarrassed moment. She turns to face Goephat, then walks over. With proper deference, the Yodhgorphat kneels before her 'Mother' and looks up. Her long tendril 'hair' slithers about slowly from reflexive movement. "Thank you, for everything you have made me face and given me to endure," she says; her voice sincere. And even internally, the Eeee finds she believes what she said.
"And now you have brought My blessings to the Yodhblakat," Gorphat notes, and runs her fingers through Nicora's tendrils.. which feels quite pleasant. "Never have any of the Daughters sought out My touch before. And to do so because they crave the admiration that I now hold... I can gloat over my Sisters now. Except for Sunala, of course."
"It felt wonderful to bring share your blessings with others. I was honored to channel You and bestow them," Nicora says with an adoring smile upon her face and her head tilted to the side, enjoying the feel of Gorphat's touch upon her tendrils. "Do you wish me to clean and tend to your Wound today, Mother?" Nicora asks, even though the last time she did such it was one of the most horribly foul experiences she has endured.
"I think you've earned it, Daughter," Gorphat says, and then reclines on her back. Her flesh jiggles a bit.. it's hard not to think of jelly now that Blakat put the idea into her head.
Nicora leans forward and carefully unwraps Gorphat from the waist down to expose her Wound. Her movement is like someone delicately unwrapping a present. Nicora smiles the entire time too, looking positively excited about what she is about to uncover.
It's.. squirmy. Today it seems to be infested with maggots, and the stink of rotting flesh. But gangrene is still one of Gorphat's blessings, so of course she has to express it on herself occasionally.
Nicora swallows at this, but she is still somehow smiling, as if proud to have to try to endure this. The Eeee leans in and kisses Gorphat upon her Wound. She tries to remain still and keep any gag reflexing as muted as possible. The kisses turn to gentle licks to clean away the maggots. Slowly, these kisses start to go deeper to not only clean the surface, but clean the Wound from the inside as well. Her eyes close and she works by feel and smell. It's disgusting, and yet Nicora feels honored to be allowed to do it.
Aside from the maggots.. and the rotten flesh that comes lose along with them.. there isn't anything gushing out this time. "Blakat got something from you, didn't she?" Gorphat asks.
Nicora gently continues this, brushing away and licking away what she can, and only swallowing when she must due to no other options. The question comes, and Nicora nods her answer since her jaws and tongue are very occupied and buried deep inside Gorphat's squirming Wound. HEr hands rest delicately on Gorphat, one upon each knee.
"And what was it?" Gorphat asks.
Nicora has to draw back. She licks gently along the Wound, then says, "She wanted the Rat to e blessed by Her, to drive those with the Rat into a lust frenzy," Nicora explains softly. "So now when nursed upon, the Rat's milk acts like Her Strength of Blakat." Now explained, Nicora returns to the deep 'cleaning' she was performing.
"Hmmm.." Gorphat seems to think about this. "So.. not the same as my doe.. this is taking advantage of Inala's efforts. I will allow it." She passes gas then.. also from her wound.
This causes Nicora to blink, and make her eyes water. Still, her cleaning continues for a bit, long tongue buried to its limit within the Goddess. Eventually, she does draw back and lick around the outside a bit, tentatively. "Mother Gorphat," she says hesitantly, "May I ask you something?"
"A question, or a request?" Gorphat gurgles. "I am feeling generous.. you have subverted both Blakat and Inala.."
"A request," Nicora says reverently. She cleans for a bit more, then says, "My own Wound; you have blessed it and subverted much of Inala's hold upon me through your blessings of pain and swelling. I am honored to have to struggle with those urges and the ache every day. But, it is still a pale shadow of your glorious Wound," the Yodhgorphat says softly. She pauses there to clean more, worshipping the Goddess through her actions a bit before continuing. The Eeee swallows, her voice a bit trembling and nervous now, "I wish for my Wound to be taken further from Inala. Once it used to ooze and flow regularly with thick effluence and its scent was a trial for others to bear. I implore you to ... bless me with such again? Or something similar? I wish for my Wound to repel all but those who are penitent to you, or love you as I do. To be able to look beyond the surface of the trials and see the beauty of the challenge, and be willing to enter it with faith in You that all will be fine. I know it c
an never be as Glorious as Yours, but I would he honored if you would bless me and make it a little closer."
Nicora's ears flush hot and green, and to her head tendrils, now that the plea has been made. She buries her muzzle and tongue back into Gorphat's Wound, focusing back on her task.
"Very well," Gorphat says, and runs her hands through Nicora's tendrils again. "However.. I cannot simply grant it. That would go against what I have already done. So it must be a new affliction, which you must take upon yourself. You have spread My blessings. You must gain the power to bless yourself as well. You will claim it from another."
"You will claim it from Magog," the goddess says wetly.
This causes Nicora to pause. Her ears are still glowing green, as are her tendrils, in a hot flush. Her kiss continues its deep and intimate work upon her Goddess. But, when Nicora does draw back and extract her tongue with a squelchy sound, the Yodhgorphat nods without hesitation. "I will claim it from Magog in your Honor, and cast it upon myself so that I will draw ever closer to you; and Inala will have even less sway on this body," the High Priestess says. She looks up at Gorphat with adoration and a bit of pride. "Thank you, Mother. I will always and forever be Yours and strive to please you with my trials." And with that, The High-Priestess of Gorphat returns to her loving kiss and cleaning of Gorphat's Wound.