It's normal for Nicora to feel a bit queasy after cleaning Gorphat's Wound. Anyone would be.. but being a vampire makes it trickier. There's no way to really avoid vomiting up anything swallowed that isn't purely liquid. At least she doesn't have any hair to get caught in the sick.. just floppy, twitch tendrils now.
Nicora has also taken to keeping a bucket around now for just that case. "Please forgive me my weaknesses," The Yodhgorphat asks of Gorphat once she's done, well, using the bucket to expunge things from her gut that it really did not like. "Would you like me to tongue-bathe you more?" she inquires next, still kneeling and her head bowed submissively to the terrifying Goddess.
"You are so attentive, Daughter," Gorphat coos wetly. "Of course you can bath me further. It will please me.. I'll have to arrange some time with the Barsunala as well, I think. Yes.. I enjoy his attentions too, occasionally."
"And he likes you as well," Nicora says, head still bowed. She reaches up and slowly works on unwrapping Gorphat the rest of the way. With this Goddess, though, it's sort of like unwrapping a present from a grandparent; it's likely something you don't want to see. "And you deserve the attention, Mother," the Yodhgorphat says, "So that you know how much you are loved."
Gorphat's latest affliction is boils.. squirming ones, suggesting skin-burrowing parasites. "You love me?" she asks, and cups Nicora's cheek with a damp hand. "I like the sound of that. It has been a long time since any of my Daughters has proclaimed such."
"Of course I do. You have shaped me so much, and taught me how to not only endure, but find joy, in challenges," Nicora claims just before she starts licking the Goddess. Yes, licking. She starts at the Goddess' tummy and works her way slowly upward. She's especially careful around the squirming boils, too; she remembers what those felt like; she had them for a time.
A few pop anyway, releasing pus and.. well, worms with legs near the front. Not at all like centipedes, unless one was chopped up and had a worm stuck to the back. They don't really move though, just fall off.
Nicora tries to catch the ones that fall and set them aside. It's amazing they're not freaking her out, but she has seen worse by now! She has had worse. The gentle licking continues. When she reaches the Goddess' chest, she not only licks, but also massages and kneads Gorphat's chest ... and once satisfied the slin is, well, mostly clean, she actually nurses a little on the Goddess.
For once, Gorphat's milk isn't noxious. It just seems a bit sour and spoiled. That doesn't make it any more palatable however. It's a bit like liquid cabbage.
And Nicora nurses anyway. And worse, swallows, to show her dedication to the Goddess. Eventually, she leaves those and works further upward, tending to the Goddess' neck and shoulders, then under her chin. She she reaches Gorphat's face, it turns into a mixture lof licking and kissing, including full-on lip kissing, to even using her tongue while kissing. Through this, Nicora's eyes are closed.
There is something that gets transferred during a mouth kiss.. it's one of Gorphat's blackened teeth. There are also clumps of hair that fall away when Nicora runs her fingers over the goddess's scalp. But so far, Gorphat hadn't really tried to kiss back. She's content to let Nicora do all of the work while she lazes.
Nicora ... is not particularly thrilled with the tooth, but Goddesses grow things back so tries to not think too much on that. It's onto the ears next, which is also a lot of licking and nibbling. Her hands occupy themselves with idle claw-combing Her ... and trying to not think about the clumps of hair.
There's more hair in the ears, and clumps of wax - a bit like when Nicora had to go without her physical senses. But as a goddess, Gorphat doesn't technically have physical senses, so probably doesn't mind.
Nicora works on those wax balls, and remembers that time. It wasn't so bad once she got used to it. Eventually, she learned to cope with it. Once she does finish up with Gorphat's ears, she proceeds to wrap Gorphat back up nicely in her bandages. The Yodh then lowers back to her knees before the Goddess and rests her head in Gorphat's lap. "Thank you for allowing me the honor of touching and tending to you," she murmurs. "You are so kind and generous to me."
Gorphat sits up with a grunt, her legs dangling off the side of the bed. "Generosity is my nature," she claims. "Now.. are you prepared to see Magog?"
Nicora goes still at that. She remembers Magog all too well and that one scares her. "Yes, Mother," the Yodhgorphat agrees in a soft voice. She has to remind herself she asked Gorphat for a blessing, and to get one she must now go to Magog. If she backed out now, Gorphat may not be pleased.
"Then I shall send you," Gorphat says, and rests a hand on Nicora's tendril-crowned head.. and pushes down. It seems like the Yodhgorphat falls through the floor into darkness..
Nicora lands on something wet and squishy and fragile, near the top of one of the heaps of bodies.
"Oh Gods," Nicora squeals as she immediately starts flailing and tries to get herself upright! She's naked in this place, and lying on festering ... things.
Something large moves in the distance, felt more then seen or heard. It makes the compost heap of decaying flesh beneath Nicora tremble. At least none of the Yodhmagog have appeared yet.
Nicora tries to extract herself off this heap of nasty! She's also quickly covering her nose and mouth with a free hand too. The smell of this place is ungodly. "Must find Magog before her daughters find me," the Yodhgorphat thinks. So, her search direction will be in the direction she felt the movement.
Getting down is easy enough: just ride the landslide, and avoid any pointy bones. The ground is bone though.. crushed to gravel. The ground still trembles though, and Eeee are very good at sensing sources of vibration.
And Nicora has to tread lightly and carefully; she's barefoot. One hand covers her mouth, the other wraps around her abdomen, occasionally rubbing a few of her teats in the process. "It will be all right. I will be fine," the Yodh tells herself in thought. She doesn't believe it, but she thinks it anyway.
It's not hard to tell where the Yodhmagog have past, since their slimy excretions are mixed into the bone gravel. Some tracks are fresher than others, especially as Nicora gets closer to the center of activity. White forms can be glimpsed in the distance, and one erupts from a pile of bodies on a hill just ahead.
Nicora tries to keep her distance from the Yodhmagog, and makes a wide arch when one hill erupts. She doesn't need them coming and grabbing her. She's here to see Magog. Still, but this point her ears are quivering with fear.
Finally, a massive white form is seen as Nicora rounds one of the mounds. Magog has a glazed, blissful expression as she slowly devours a corpse dangling form her mouth. There's a lot of spillage.
Nicora makes a face. Ugh. She has to talk to this thing? She pauses there to collect her wits and still her quivering ears. She has dealt with worse, right? So, she starts up tall and heads towards the hunking beast. "Magog," she says, trying to sound sure of herself. "I am Yodhgorphat Scourge, current High Priestess of Gorphat. She has sent me to seek you out."
Magog's unfinished meal falls to floor, as the giant maggot-god laboriously turns her flat face to look at Nicora.. and then she's gone. In her place is.. Nicora. Or rather, another pale-skinned, furless, eight-breasted Eeee woman. "High.. Priestess?" Magog asks, as if not entirely remembering how to speak.
Nicora nods and bows. "Yes, the greatest priestess of Gorphat," she says and rises. The fact this other Eeee is also furless and bears eight breasts makes her twitch and rub her own chests self-conscientiously. "The current greatest, that is. I doubt I compare to the Priestess you once were."
"I was first," Magog says, walking up to Nicora until she's nearly nose to nose, and then begins feeling her over. "You are pretty. Complicated. What do you taste like?" she asks, as she grabs Nicora's tail.
"What do you mean, what do I taste like?" Nicora asks, trying to not twitch. "And yes, Gorphat has made me beautiful. I am very proud of how I look." The grab of her tail makes her go completely still and squeak!
Magog continues to explore, and clarifies her question by licking Nicora. And she sucks as well.. on one of the head tendrils. "You taste good. Mother loves you more than me."
Nicora shivers from the lick, then the suckling. "Why do you say that?" she inquires as she starts feeling Magog back, unable to contain her curiosity about how the other Eeee feels.
The Eeee form of Magog feels.. like Nicora. She even leaks from her breasts and between her legs.
"What happened to your eyes?" Nicora asks, then dips her head down to nurse briefly on Magog; to taste her.
Magog tastes... rotten. But then, that's her diet. "Eyes?" she asks, as if trying to remember the term. "What need of eyes. Smell, hear, feel. Nothing to see here. Mother.. did Mother take them? Blessing or mercy. I do not remember. You see? What do you see?"
"I see you, and you look like me," Nicora admits, "Gorphat is shaping me into an image of you." This causes Nicora to shudder. When she stills, she actually reaches down and takes some of the leaking goo from between Magg's legs and tastes that too.
It's not like the usual goo.. it's more like what she just cleaned out of Gorphat. Rotten blood. But green.
"Ugh," Nicorra mutters and spits to the side to clear her mouth.
There's also motion near Magog's crotch. The maggots were almost lost against the woman's similarly colored skin. Some fall with clumps of goo, only to grow fat and trundle off like tiny Yodhmagog.
Nicora's ears splay and she frowns. "That looks awful," she thinks. "You are very beautiful too," she tells Magog. "Are you happy as you are?"
"This is my place," Magog says, and smiles. She doesn't have any teeth. "All mine. It is good. Tasty. What I am meant to be."
"Mother Gorphat sent me to you to obtain a blessing," Nicora says and swallows. She also licks over her teeth; glad to still have them. She already had a brief experience without them and it was terrifying. "I asked her for a new one; one to make me more beautiful and less swayed by Inala."
"Inala?" Magog asks curiously. "Inala... Inala.. I should know that name, shouldn't I?"
"Gorphat's sister, the goddess of Pleasure," Nicora explains, "And reproduction."
"I don't remember Her," Magog states. "I know.. Sunala. Sunala takes some of the flavor, but leaves the rest for me."
Nicora nods slightly at this. "Does ... every part of you ooze?" she inquires curiously and nervously.
"No.. only what must," Magog says. "Do you?"
"Most of me does, but not as much as yours. Why .... must yours ooze?" Nicora inquires, ears quivering again.
"So that I can move," Magog says. "And make my children."
"Even the ooze from your Wound?" Nicora inquires and cups Magog between her legs to make sure the Eeee knows what part she speaks of. "Mine used to ooze, but does not as much any more."
"It feeds my daughters," Magog says. "It is their milk. They are born in it, feed, grow and then leave to feast in my garden."
Nicora draws her hand away, then licks it. "Do you remember how you came to be here?" she inquires.
"I have always been here," Magog says, but sounds uncertain. "Except for.. before. Before. Yes.. there was plague. It took so many. Bodies piled at the base of the towers, breeding more horror. I had to burn it all. And forever more, the breeding ground of plague must be regularly purified with fire.."
Nicora realizes this is where the purgings began, and at a time were very important to do. "Mother sent me here to learn how to bless myself," Nicora says as she resumes feeling the other Eeee before her. "Can you teach me how to do this? I am instructed to take a blessing from you and gift it to myself."
"We move them," Magog says. "That is the way of it. Blessings are not created. They are moved. For one to be healed, another must be injured. For one to be struck ill, another must be cured. To bless ourselves, we must exchange with another. You would exchange with me?"
"You take from me and I take from you?" Nicora asks, feeling more uncomfortable by the moment. "What would you want from me?"
"What do you wish from me?" Magog asks. "Exchange is equitable, balanced. We are similar. You may exchange the absence of the blessing you wish to have."
"I ... wish for my Wound to ooze more; like it once did," Nicora admits. fidgeting nervously. "So that only the truly dedicated to Gorphat are willing to partake of it."
"Partake of it?" Magog asks, tilting her head. "Explain?"
"Be brave enough to make love to me," Nicora clarifies. "Breed with me."
"That is.." Magog starts to say, and seems to falter. "You have many lovers?" she asks, to clear things up.
"I have had many in the past," Nicora admits. "Demons, Horribs, those will likely remain. Some Eeee, some skreeks as well," she adds. "I have had ... children; horrib monsters."
"Would they turn to me if you were less welcoming?" Magog asks with sincerity.
"They ... might? I do not know," Nicora admits.
This seems to amuse Magog. "You wish to be more like me," she says, grinning. "No other Yodhgorphat has been to see me. I will do this with you."
"I wish to be beautiful in Gorphat's eyes, which you are. So, yes, I do wish to be more like you?" Nicora agrees and bobs her head. "How ... trying is your blessing?"
"Trying.. I do not notice it," Magog admits. "I do not know if I will notice its absence. I have many daughters now, grown and fat. I do not think I need more."
Nicora nods at this. "If you do not notice it ... " she starts to say, then nods to herself. "How do we ... exchange?"
"Well.. have you not done this before?" Magog asks.
"I have blessed others, but not myself. Not like ... this," Nicora admits.
"Then how you do this will set precedent for how you do it in the future," Magog says, still grinning. "How would you think to do it?"
"How I transfer this to someone else in the future?" Nicora asks, "Or in general? In general I would call to Gorphat to allow me to take on another's burden, then I would do some action related to the burden in some way, symbolic of taking it as part of myself."
"You have already asked of Gorphat for this?" Magog asks.
Nicora nods. "I have, and she sent me to you," she says.
"What symbolic action would you suggest then?" Magog asks, leaning in closer to Nicora. "Physical contact?"
Nicora nods. "A in intimate kiss upon the area to take the blessing, perhaps," she suggests, "Or the pressing of parts together, the blessed, and unblessed, so that it may transfer."
"Symbolically.. the latter seems stronger," Magog offers. "To offer a route of infection, even if it means recreating the wound of another. Is this your intention?"
"Yes," Nicora agrees. "Is this a proper way to do it?"
"Your way becomes the proper way," Magog says. "As Yodhgorphat, we are given certain skills, but others we must develop on our own, because they are much more intimate. I doubt many Yodhgorphat ever developed this one. Only the most devout would consider it."
"I am a bit ... different," Yodhgorphat Nicora admits. "I appreciate Gorphat's challenges; they make me stronger and more beautiful."
"This will be a challenge to you as well as to others then?" Magog asks, tilting her head again.
"To ... others? Well, yes. It is to make my Wound more Gorphat's and less tainted by Inala, so that only those truly devout and willing will brave it," Nicora says and nods, even though Magog is blind.
"They must prove their love through you?" Magog asks.
"Yes, and their strength to look past such things that they might consider as ... disturbing," Nicora adds.
"Then you must.. lay with me.. somehow," Magog says.
"There are ways to do that," Nicora says and takes Magog's hand. She then tries to find a reasonably 'not nasty' place to guide the Eeee and help her to lie down.
That may be a bit of a challenge, as the 'least nasty' places may be the Yodhmagog themselves.
Nicora, well, picks a less boney pile of decaying corpses. Her ears are twitching a lot as she does so, then helps Magog down, saying, "Okay, now lie down..."
The First Yodhgorphat lies back, wiggling into the horrific mattress to get comfortable, and spreads her legs.
Nicora lies down with her, and starts by just kissing, feeling up, and otherwise caressing Magog; to get her 'in the mood' so to speak. She even nurses on each of Magog's teats in turn.
It's hard for Nicora to understand why some might find her attractive, now that she's face to face with her reflection. Magog does respond though.. in barks. But then, she's just gotten used to talking again.
For her, after all, Nicora is essentially kissing her feet.
Nicora keeps it up for a bit, then sits upright and slides herself down. She lifts one of Magog's legs over hers and then slides herself forward so that their legs are interlocked. This position presses each of their Wound's together with a wet squelch. Trying to not panic or freak out given she tasted her down there earlier and saw what fell off, she starts rocking her hips slightly, which grinds the paired Wounds against each other. "I cannot believe I am doing this," she thinks. "But I did wish for a new blessing..."
The first thing that happens is that some of the maggots are crushed, but a few transfer over and tickle Nicora's flesh - they seem drawn to the ring piercings, even though they've long healed. There's a damp, cold feeling as well, especially along her thighs. Magog's effluvia is soon coating quite an area.
"Oh Gods, maggots are on meeeee!" Nicora thinks, feeling a bit queasy about this! But those are how Magog breed and wouldn't be part of this blessing, the Yodhgorphat thinks. So, she forces herself to continue, in spite of the tickling, crawly, feeling around the rings. She continues the slow rubbing and grinding, the sounds are ... unique; squelchy, splurty, and noisy. The damp coldness and slime; she's a bit more used to thanks to the worm pool, so that feeling doesn't cause her to twitch, not nearly like the maggots tend to.
It's slow going, since it's mostly just the outer areas in contact. Magog seems to be enjoying it at least! Many of the Yodhmagog are watching from a distance. Of course, some of the squelching is due to the nature of the mattress, which gives off its own gas-releasing noises.
Nicora reaches down to spread both herself more open (using the rings to pull things apart), then tries to 'open' up Magog a bit so that it isn't all just 'outer' contact. It helps that the movement and the rubbing does feel a nice in some sense; it certainly helps with quieting her nearly constant urges!
Allowing for greater transference seems to be working, as Nicora feels a twinge in her abdomen. Not quite a menstrual cramp, but a precursor spasm. She also has maggots on her hands now, unavoidably.
Those must also be moving internally as well.
Maggots inside her was not something she was expecting! This makes Nicora's ears splay and the movement stop for a bit. She's near a panic and is about to pull away from Magog; she can't believe she is doing this. Then she remembers Gorphat, and that she asked for a new blessing. And to walk away now might be taken as an insult. So, she takes another deep breath and her hip rolling resumes to 'encourage' the transfer; trying to think of twinges and tickles as 'good signs' instead of some sort of impending horror.
And Nicora gets an idea, she takes Magog's arms and lays back, while pulling Magog up a bit so that Magog is 'sitting' higher than she is, and then with things spread and gravity; things might flow better down ... and in ... to her.
It's not like having the worms, since they were relatively large. The maggots seem to almost tickle.. and they are making their way deep into Nicora. There are more twinges, which she hopes are muscular and not because the larvae are biting her uterine lining. From her new vantage, Magog does more moving on her own, and the flow is a lot more noticeable.
Nicora closes her eyes and tries to enjoy the sensations; the tickling. She tries to think of worms instead of maggots, as they were able to, well, excite her the more she became Yodhgorphat. Also in this position Magog's ooze has started to run down her lower belly and over her lowest teats. It's warm and ... gooey.
Happy thoughts aside, the twinges are growing into full-on cramps soon enough, and Nicora can feel her insides swell. After her recent accelerated menstruation, this is all familiar.
"Nnnnng," Nicora grunts as she feels the bloating all too familiar to her. She thought Magog said she didn't notice this! How can someone not notice cramping and swelling! Her teeth clench tight and she hisses.
Things begin to move, only to be replenished again almost instantly. The flow has definitely reversed now, and Nicora is the source of it.
"Oh Gods," Nicora gasps out when she feels that she is the source of it now. Her pulse quickens and fear starts to set in when it hits her that she actually did it. She eases Magog back down and pushes away from her, perhaps hoping she is just imagining things have changed. Once she is separated from Magog, she can examine Magog's Wound... then her own.
Magog is still a mess, both from her own fluids and from reclining in semi-liquid carrion.. but despite the maggots, she doesn't seem to be flowing anymore. "Are there other blessings of mine that you wish for?" Magog asks, almost laughing.
The smell of death masks it, but Nicora knows what's coming out of her is like corpse-blood.
Nicora goes to look at her own crotch and wipe away what ooze is there. "No, no, no more!" the Yodhgophat squeaks, feeling this was a huge mistake now.
"A shame," Magog says. "You could be swollen up.. leave your limbs behind.. become one of my Yodh," she offers, cupping Nicora's cheeks in her filthy hands.
"I still must serve Gorphat fully ... I can only visit you," Nicora says quickly! "What blessings were you offering besides this one?"
Wiping away the ooze is a futile gesture. It just keeps flowing - thick and green, but soon there are flecks of black in it as well, along with the occasional white grub.
"You could be blind," Magog offers.
Nicora tries to get to her feet and instinctively keeps her legs spread. "Great Gods, how much is coming out of me?" the Yodhgorphat wonders. "I like being able to see, I can serve better with eyesight," she claims.
Something tickles the edges of Nicora's awareness. A.. rattling sound? It comes from very far away.
Nicora's head tilts. "What is that sound?" she wonders.
"Sometimes it helps to serve in darkness, for certain tasks," Magog says, but her voice also seems to be receding.
"Yes, I can imagine that at times it could be," Nicora says, feeling, well, a bit queasy. This may have been a huge mistake. She wanted to impress Gorphat, but did she take on more than she can handle?
The Eeee's head seems to be buzzing now, making her dizzy. A few blinks of her eyes and she finds herself in more familiar surroundings.
The buzzing doesn't go away.. because it's from flies. They're crawling around in her ears, but also covering her legs and lower abdomen.. which are caked in foul smelling goo.
Nicora wakes with a start! Having bugs crawling all over sends her into a mad panic of waving and wiping to get them off of her! Spotting over heer abdomen and legs only makes her panic more. This looks far worse than she had expected!
The rattling is closer.. and more recognizable now: Otto's buckets. While Nicora flails, the big Skreek arrives carrying several buckets, two of which obviously contain water. "Uh, you alright High Priestess?" the man asks.
"No, no I am not," Nicora admits quickly, "There are flies everywhere!"
The rat sets is buckets down next to the bed, and takes a wet rag from one of them. He starts wiping down Nicora's abdomen, and spreads her legs wide so he can clean them without getting them immediately fouled again. The flies move from Nicora to the goo-soaked bedding instead, as her skin is washed off.
The cramping is still there as well. It isn't intense but it is frequent.
Nicora breathes slowly, in and out to calm herself down. She is grateful that Otto is already cleaning her and that is getting rid of her coating of flies. It also gives her a chance to see just how bad the flow is from her Wound. Just what did she take on? The smell is also becoming noticeable to her too, and its making her nose wrinkle. "How bad is it down there, Otto?" she asks, barely able to not grunt when short cramps hit her; annoying, but not debilitatingly painful.
Otto looks down, and wipes at Nicora's Wound a few times. Things are sensitive and puffy, as usual.. if not more so. "Sticky," the rat says, then almost immediately after that mounts the Eeee, blocking the flow for a moment. He's soon kissing Nicora, and pumping her with a vigor usually reserved for the doe.
Nicora's eyes go wide, then she groans! Her over-abundance of lubrication means there is no pain, and it feels ... kind of nice! So, she returns the rat's kiss and her hips roll with it. The rat is large and always stretches her a bit uncomfortably, but right now she is grateful for it. She even shivers. This one does not seem to be turned away from her oozing condition.
The Skreek takes longer than usual, despite apparently trying two or three times harder than usual due to the unusual lubrication. After his release, he turns Nicora over on her hands and knees for milking, throughout which he continues to pump her. The smell is horrific, but Otto only seems to be more aroused by it. After the milking he has her on her back again, legs pushed up nearly to her shoulders as he takes her hard once more, this time suckling as well.
Nicora is ... shocked by this, and goes with it! The roughness ... oddly excites her. Even the time of degrading milking, seems to excite her. It's probably the fervor shown in the rats actions, and she's groaning and gasping the entire time. Things are definitely worse ... but this is a bright side!
Nicora feels so bloated, with the rat blocking things, she's definitely looking a little plump in her gut, and her teats ache so lovingly! Her head rolls back, jaws open, tongue half-hanging out. She cannot believe how much all the discomfort is actually giving her a perverse sort of pleasure.
Otto does seem to remember previous instructions though. During the latest burst of passion, he kicks over the bucket holding water, and grasps it with his toes. He has to drag Nicora around to be sideways across the bed, but this lets him position the bucket properly. When he suddenly pulls out, there's a pressurized gush that is a relief in itself, which mostly slops into the bucket. And then Otto returns to pumping up the pressure some more. Probably so the bucket can be fully topped off.. eventually.
The release of pressure actually causes her to cry out! What a sensation; it's like she's exploding in perverse waves of pleasure. The sounds are horrific and intermixed with gassy noises coming from a place they don't usually come from, but she isn't noticing that too much right now; only the feelings of release and relief. Being plugged for any period of time seems to definitely build up uncomfortable pressure within her. And then the pressure is back to building as the rat works her. She groans again, a guttural praise to her Mother, Gorphat.
The rat keeps it up until the bucket is full.. which does take some time, despite the rate of Nicora's flow. Then he has to fully pull out and away from the Yodhgorphat. His entire lower body, feet and all, are coated in sticky green goo - if it had been blood red, it would be a lot more horrifying. "I.. go get fresh buckets.. if you want me to come back?" Otto says, almost apologetically.
"You may return if you wish," Nicora says in gasping breaths. Her legs and crotch are once more soaked with clammy, sticky, ooze. What did she sign up for?
As soon as the Skreek leaves, the flies try swarming her again. Maybe she can light a candle or something to keep them away..
Nicora does try to light a candle in the room to drive the flies away. She also grabs some of her bandages to wipe her legs and crotch in an attempt to clean it once she is standing.
Otto isn't gone long, returning with eight buckets this time. He clearly doesn't plan on doing anything else today.
"Maybe this is just a surge and after Otto works me over for a while the flow will ease," Nicora thinks as the rat returns and she spots those buckets. She gestures for him to come back to her...
It takes around an hour to fill a bucket. And Otto doesn't give up until all of them have been filled. It isn't certain if the activity stimulates the rate of flow or not, due to the block-and-release nature of it all. The rat can barely stand afterwards. The flies have been focusing on the buckets, which Otto doesn't seem to be in any condition to remove on his own just yet.
Nicora is spent too, and sore more than usual down below. And worse, it's still flowing. If she's laying on her back, she quickly has a sticky puddle grow between her legs. "Ugh, Mother Gorphat, what have I taken on?" the worn Yodhgorphat thinks as she lies there.
Otto mutters, "Maybe.. go to room with stone bed that drains." Meaning one of the various 'patient' rooms, such as Otto uses. The stone beds double as altars.. and are equipped with drains for either purpose.
Although another option might be the worm pool. But who knows what effect the discharge would have on them.
"Good idea," Nicora admits as she gets up. On wobbly legs she waddles her way out of the room, leaving a green glowing trail in her wake. She doesn't feel confident enough to dare risking the worm pool right now.
Otto has to help her up onto one of the beds, and arrange a bucket at the drainspout. Nicora feels rather bloated as well, until the Skreek presses down on her belly to release another burst of foul not-flatulence and disturbing sounds.
The cramps are back again too, now that the stimulation has stopped.
"Ugh, this is awful," Nicora mutters and is cupping her slowly re-swelling gut after the skreek's hands are drawn away. The cramping makes her wince, but at least they aren't excruciating; they're just annoying, noticeable, and frequent.
The muscle spasms do help keep the gas from building up for too long though, at least. Otto kisses Nicora, and suckles from each of her four upper breasts before apologizing that he has to rest.
"That's okay, Otto, you have gone above and beyond," Nicora claims and pats his shoulder. "Go, rest, and rest well. And thank you."
The rat staggers out of the chamber, leaving Nicora alone for now.
And Nicora breathes out slowly. "This might have been a mistake," the Yodhgorphat comments to herself and the empty room. The cramping hits in waves that can more or less be timed, and with each one, another spurt of what seems like an endless supply of green ooze. At least the drains in the table means it won't pool, but gods, the smell lingers. Oh well, at least she doesn't have maggots crawling on her and inside her like she did when she was around Magog.
At least, not that she can tell yet. Those flies were very persistent.
Nicora reaches down and slips two fingers up inside herself to gauge how bad she might be on the inside. She can already tell when her hand cups that the exterior is very swollen; even the piercing rings can't move as freely as they have in the past, the tissue in the loops is swollen enough that it practically fills the inner part of the ring.
Things feel very loose inside, as if even the vaginal lining is shedding.. or else is just coated in layers of sloughed tissue that hasn't passed out.
Nicora rubs at it with her fingertip, then tugs a bit when she withdraws her fingers to see what happens.
There's a long streamer of tissue stretching out with her fingers. It finally comes loose from inside, and dangles like some sort of slime fungus.
"Ugh," Nicora complains and throws it away quickly, feeling really ill. "What did I do to myself? Can I even function like this at all?" the Eeee wonders in her discomfort. She wanted oozing, but this is beyond anything she imagined it could be like. "Hosheb, the Yodhgorphat now calls out in her mind, suddenly wondering what a horrib would feel about ... this.
The room's shadows take on some solidity. "Mistress," the demon's voice clacks. "You smell much more attractive now."
"This is attractive to you?" Nicora asks and gestures to her puffy vulva; it burbles, burps, and a blob of ooze issues forth. "Horribs will like this?"
"We feed on rotting flesh," Hosheb notes. "Only the grubs need fresh meat."
"Will this make me more appealing as a breeder host?" Nicora asks of her demon lover.
"It will make you appealing to feed from," Hosheb replies.
"Feed from? Feed from how?" Nicora wonders. She feels a bit of actual disappointment if she isn't a more appealing breeder.
"From your Wound, of course," Hosheb claims.
"I would prefer being a host breeder," Nicora admits, "But I will accept being able to feed them. It has been a while since I have seen you."
"Energy is limited for me," Hoseb explains. "Gorphat used much recently for manifestation."
"Perhaps another time, then," Nicora thinks, "You may go." The Eeee signs and settles on the table. A few moments later there is a loud and rude burble from the Eeee down below. Annoyed, Nicora looks down and complains at her recalcitrant bits, "Oh, shut up. You always get me in trouble." Its reply was rather rude, so Nicora lays back grabs at her head tentacles and does the only thing that seems appropriate right now. "Aaaaaaaaagh!" the Eeee complains. Why did she do this? What was she thinking? She's a literal bleeding idiot.