An odd little creature is cavorting about - climbing trees, leaping from branch to monument to tombstone with youthful energy, while a robbed Eeee woman tries her best to keep up. It's only when the creature stops and starts digging in the dirt that she can catch him. "Oooo, no no no!" the woman chides.. or begs. "Not the dirt again! You aren't a skedat, you don't burrow! Now I'll have to wash your clothes again. Why won't you listen to me at all?" Yodhsunala Gemma sinks to her knees and pulls the skedat-Eeee hybrid child into a hug.. which at least calms him down for the moment, even if it does get her clothes covered in dirt.
After having to make a stop to change back to normal (and grab some clothing), Alptraum has made his way back to Mt. Sunala. He's now keeping his distance and watching the child and its 'Mother' with modest amusement. The grok harness has been stored in a pouch, and the letter is in his hand. "Children never listen to the parent. That's common, species difference or not," he finally points out and approaches.
"I listened," Gemma claims, before turning her head to spot Alptraum. Skekos squirms in her grasp until she's forced to release him, and starts climbing things again. "Well, at least he's not digging for worms," the woman sighs, and stands up while brushing herself off. "Were you able to.. uh.. do that thing we discussed?" she asks rather timidly.
Alptraum holds up the sealed reply. "One reply, courtesy of grokmail," he claims, grinning.
Gemma takes the letter with a shaky hand, but doesn't open it. Instead she looks up to Alptraum and asks, "Did you see her read it?"
"Well, see is subjective. Groks don't see like you or I. It's more like I super-heard her read it," Alptraum remarks as he tries to approach the child.
"Groks?" Gemma asks, and follows along. Skekos is hanging upside down from a branch - not atypical for an Eeee - but is doing it using his armored tail. "What was her reaction? Her mood? Was she happy? Relieved? Upset? I put her through all sorts of trouble.."
"Yes, Groks. I went as a grok. Less questions, and less mad High Priestesses," Alptraum explains as he peers at Skekos. "Her mood was, hmmm. Glad for the mail, sad I think for you. It's probably all in the letter. I don't know what she wrote, I was busy sitting on her feet."
Gemma's face twists up as she tries to picture that. "Is that.. you were actually serious then, when you said you could make me like Skekos, so I could understand him?" she asks.
Alptraum looks over his shoulder. "Didn't believe me? Yes, I could. I could also make him more like you," Alptraum says, then shrugs. "I would need his permission to do that, though."
"Yeah.. not sure you can get that," Gemma says. "Or if it would even help. If he were an Eeee.. would he think like one? Or still think like he does now?"
"He would think more like us," Alptraum explains. "The shift does affect the mind some."
"But.. would he be frightened by it?" Gemma asks, biting her lip. "I wouldn't want him frightened. I'd have to be able to ask him.. explain.. and.. would it be permanent?"
"No, nothing would be permanent unless fixed with the Light, an old magical artifact," Alptraum says as he looks back at Skekos. "As for frightened? Probably, unless I could explain it first to him. Somehow."
"I think he trusts me," Gemma claims, and looks to Alptraum with wide, uncertain eyes. "So.. does it hurt? The change? And.. if I can't talk, how do I let you know when to change me back?"
"It doesn't hurt at all. Not how I usually do it anyway," Alptraum says, "As for how to change back, just some sort of non-verbal signal. But, are you sure you want to do this? You've already had too much done to you."
"I have to succeed at this," Gemma says quietly, but insistently. "I'm pretty useless otherwise. Not a real Yodhsunala. And whoever replaces me would probably resent it, or take it out on Skekos, or.. just let him run off and do whatever he feels like! His mouth bits have to be cleaned after every meal and he won't do it himself.."
"Why do they have to be cleaned?" Alptraum asks and peers at the child again. "And I'm worried it might damage you. Can you handle another event of, well, being someone or something else?"
"I'll still be me though, this time," Gemma says. "My body will change, not who I am. I'll still be in control, not.. not a puppet. That's a big difference."
"Other than that, I'm terrified," the woman then admits, and smiles a bit. "But it'll help little Skekos."
"I'd be more worried if you weren't terrified. It would mean you were either lying, or even more messed up," Alptraum admits as he rubs his neck. "Okay, well, sit down. It's easier if you're sitting. You're less likely to well, fall over afterwards."
The not-quite-a-Yodh sits down, and puts her hands in her lap where they fidget with one another. "It won't ruin my clothes will it?" she asks. "They make me pay for them."
"Well, might. If you're worried, take them off," Alptraum suggests as he sits in front of her.
"What.. right here?" Gemma asks, her ears turning bright pink. "Does that.. help? I thought.. maybe you'd just be changing my head or something.."
"I have to change all of you. I can't just do parts; that works rather badly in most cases," Alptraum says, "So, yes, here."
Gemma removes her robe, but keeps her underwear - which is mainly just wrap-around bits of cloth.
"Right. Close your eyes, please. It will be less, well, spooky," Alptraum says while rolling his shoulders to prepare himself. He has kenned the child once, so knows the structure to ... apply.
Gemma closes her eyes, but doesn't stop fidgeting.
Alptraum reaches over and sets his hand upon Gemma's shoulder. "Relax," he tells her. On that statement he relaxes the shadow and lets it flow out of his hand and over her shoulder. It flows both down and up, engulfing the woman in inky darkness quickly so that she is in limbo before she can feel too much fear. Then it's on to applying the body shape, slowly and carefully. Gemma has been damaged enough and he doesn't want to worsen it.
It's a bit more delicate than Alptraum is used to, since he doesn't want to completely change Gemma into little Skekos - that might be too big of a blow to her identity. So he tries to filter things, applying the insect changes without altering the woman's age or gender. It takes a bit more time than usual as a result. But when the shadow is retracted, there's a suitably hybridized skedat-Eeee that still somewhat resembles Gemma.
The first thing she does is stare at her modified hands for a bit.
"Can you hear me?" Alptraum asks. "Can you understand me? Nod if you can." Granted she's also a lot more dangerous than she was too, but he trusts she won't try to hurt him.
Gemma's head turns in several directions, as if testing out the neck joints, and finally does look at Alptraum. She doesn't nod though, just makes clacking noises with her mouth and mandibles.
"Close enough," Alptraum decides. He scoots back, then gestures toward the hanging child.
Gemma gets to her feet, and stands oddly hunched over. She tries gesturing, hissing and clacking - including clacking her claws. Skekos does drop down to the ground and approach her.. before turning and dashing off into the maze of paths. Gemma immediately dashes off after him!
Alptraum rubs his neck. "Greeaaaat," the Eeee sighs and has to take off after them! How will he track them? Well, both sound anf the suss sense; he can follow their minds.
Their minds are.. muddy. Brownish, with some blue and violet and bright green. But it does make them stand out, even if they seem to be bouncing all over the place. Once he gets them in sight again they're chasing through the trees, leaping from branch to branch - something not common to skedats at all.
Alptraum is panting, and trying to keep up! He wishes he could fly after them! He isn't built like they are and certainly not for running, ugh. But, he has to keep them close so he can change her back!
Some respite comes when Skekos dashes into a tomb, where he's cornered. By the time Alptraum catches up, Gemma has the bug-boy in her arms and is carrying him out.
Alptraum is wheezing and leaning on a tree. "That was entirely unnecessary," he complains, glaring at the two.
The two hybrids don't really react to Alptraum, but Gemma does sit down on the stoop of the mausoleum. Their auras sync up, however. So there must be some communication going on between them.
Alptraum slides down the tree and sits at its base rather heavily. And there he remains, letting them 'talk'/
There are clicks and twitches and gestures, but they almost seem random. And then Gemma sets Skekos on his feet, and trots off to.. roll around in a patch of mushrooms. She then starts gesticulating at Alptraum.
Alptraum heads over to Gemma and stares at her. He has no idea what she means by the fungus frolic.
Pulling herself up, Gemma tries again. It's almost like dancing, if the dancer had no sense of rhythm or coordination. She also buzzes a lot, and taps her head with a claw.
"Change back?" Alptraum asks and reaches out with his hand.
The woman looks like she's going to grab the hand, but pulls back. Her head vibrates.. or the bits on it do.
Alptraum reaches over and places that hand back upon her shoulder. If she doesn't pull away, he'll extrude the shadow back on her, then let the reflex 'relax' and her body revert back to normal within.
She still twitches, but doesn't pull back or bite him.
So ... out goes the shadow to engulf her. Then its using the shadow to basically relax the forced shape so that she reverts back to the body she should have. "Well, she's going to be a bit naked, I forgot the robe," he mutters. "Oh well, we can go get it afterward."
Once the process completes, the first thing Gemma does is use the remnants of underwear to blow her nose over and over.
"Annnd now you're completely naked," Alptraum says as he turns to give her privacy. "Are you all right? Are you crying?"
"Mmmf," the woman replies, while still rubbing at her nose and eyes. "Talk.. talk more.." she requests a bit hoarsely.
"About?" Alptraum asks, head tilting. "I know shifting is disturbing at first, disorienting. Grok was a challenge for me. I imagine that was for you too."
"Voice.. talking.." Gemma mutters, and then takes a deep breath. "It's just gibberish to him. Now I know how that girl does it.. it's her nose. That's how he talks.. with scents I can't pick up.."
"Well, that's fixable too. I can copy her nasal structures to you," Alptraum notes. "You might snore horribly afterward, though."
"Really?" Gemma asks, wide-eyed. "How do you know if she snores? Will my nose look like her's too?" At least she hasn't realized that she's naked yet.
"Not if I keep the changes internal," Alptraum says, "Which I should be able to do. And since it is Eeee-Eeee, that should be permanent, I think. It's not a huge change."
"As for how I know, her hog told me," he adds.
"You already know how her nose works then?" Gemma asks, before immediately moving on to, "How can I.. wait, never mind. That's a silly question. I tried talking to you by crushing mushrooms.. I already know how to talk back to Skekos. I just need to gather all the ingredients.."
"No, I'll have to examine her nose more closely first," Alptraum says and shrugs. "And we really should get your clothes..."
"Aaaugh!" the woman squeaks, and wraps her wings around herself. "I'm so sorry you had to see that!" she blurts out.
"I've seen the High Priestess of Gorphat. You're beautiful," Alptraum remarks. He tries to go collect the child so that he can take them back to where the clothing is.
"Not skinny and.. scarred?" Gemma asks as she trots along beside Alptraum, with Skekos actually following along. "My family has never been known for being pretty."
"You're fine, trust me on that," Alptraum comments as he tries to lead them back to where the clothing was. He also keeps looking ahead to give her privacy.
"And how can you not be scared of me?" he has to ask. "I can literally make you into a demon ... and you aren't scared at all. I ... don't understand."
"I know what it's like to be made into a monster by other monsters," Gemma says as she gets her robes in order. "You aren't a monster. You didn't hurt me.."
"And you didn't make me hurt anyone else," Gemma adds quietly.
"I could though. I have the capability, but ... no. It's wrong to do that. Very few people deserve that. The worst I ever punished an Eeee was to turn them into a lapi doe," Alptraum admits. "And that was to give him a new life. I wanted to hurt him, but ... after I knew him I could not."
"See, real monsters don't try to know their victims," Gemma says. "They have the power to do something, so think they have the right to do it, and victims are just.. animals."
"See, it's my nature to know people. I'm their escort after all. How can I be that without knowing them?" Alptraum points out as they walk. "It is rare that anyone is purely evil or purely good. There are always shades and always stories that help ... explain. Some of those that have done great harm are in themselves already hurting and tortured. How does it help to make that worse? It's better to make it end. It's ... mercy."
"Mercy if they ask for it, you mean?" Gemma asks. She's got one of Skekos's 'hands' now.
"No one has ever asked me for it. Those are usually the most deserving anyway," Alptraum comments.
Back near the temple grounds, the sounds of hogs can be heard. It isn't clear just what the livestock ends up being used for, beyond meat.
"Hogs. I'm sure I can find the Mistress of Sinus there, though I am not sure if I have time," Alptraum admits. "Thank you for not being afraid of me."
"Nobody has ever thanked me for that before," Gemma says, and turns her ears towards the animal noises. "Well, if you have other things to do, I think I can manage a bit better for now. I just have to make up some scents.. they'd be stronger than necessary, so that I could smell them, but should work."
"I can try to give you Tristle's sinus ability too soon," Alptraum offers. "I just have to do some research to accomplish that."
"I can wait," Gemma says cheerfully. "I've already got a lot to absorb."
"Plus.. I'm probably going to be crying when I read my cousin's letter, and I should do that in private," Gemma adds. "The Yodhsunala really don't like it if you cry."
"Funny, since Sunala cries," Alptraum comments and glances to Gemma. "And I do too."
"Yeah, but neither of you are Yodhsunalas," Gemma points out, then blinks. "Wait.. Sunala cries?"
Alptraum starts flexing his sore arm. "Forgive me, but I need to be going," he apologizes. "Changing earlier, then shifting you, has taken a toll on my body that I need to tend to. Nothing is without cost."
"Thank you for everything," Gemma says, and almost looks like she wants to hug Alptraum, but that would mean letting go of Skekos's hand.. and probably having to chase him down again. "Don't overdo things on my account, please."
"Why not?" Alptraum asks. "You're deserving of it. What would I be if I didn't put out effort for others? I wouldn't be worth the deference I tend to get, that is certain."
"But you've got lots of people other than me to look after, I'm sure," Gemma says. "And I can't do anything for you in return, really. Unless there's something you want? Keeping in mind that I'm not really allowed in most of the temple areas.."
"Gemma, everyone is important. A noble in a high tower or you, equal in my eyes. And you owe me nothing; it is I who owe many for so many injustices visited in my name, or because of me," Alptraum says.
"In your name?" Gemma asks. "I'll probably want to follow up on that later, if you really want to talk about it. Oh! That's what I can do! Since I'm not really a Yodhsunala or anything.. if you just want someone to talk to without any repercussions, I'm here for you!"
"The Sabbaoth himself did a great many horrible things in his desire to possess me," Alptraum explains. "Had I not existed, those would have not happened. But ... it is neither here nor there, I am glad I could help and I thank you for your offer."
Gemma gives a little bow, then picks up Skekos. "I'm going to try and feed this little guy," she says. "Don't be a stranger!" She even picks up Skekos's arm to make him wave.
"I can't get much stranger," is how Alptraum replies and bows in kind. "Take care of each other." He then steps back and spreads his wings. He's flying back to the nest, he's tired of walking.
At least it's just one peak over! The ruined gardens are always a good place to land, since they're inside the temple complex and thus hard to see from the outside. From there it's easy to find the hidden door in the mosaic wall. He can tell there are two people in the Nest before he arrives as well. One of them is near the entrance, sprawled back on a pile of cushions: Tulani the Sphynx. She's dressed in her Chronotopian ensemble, which probably means she's been to someplace upscale. She isn't asleep, but her eyes are closed.
"Aha, there is the person who has been avoiding me," Alptraum remarks as he enters the nest. "PArtying with all your high-placed friends again I see."
"Ugggh," Tulani moans, and rubs her head. "Hah.. no.. not really," she claims. "Had to do some 'networking' as it's called..."
"Drinking too I see! I bet Mave has some really big drums in here somewhere," Alptraum muses. "So, any new news? Is Cricket being a pain in the butt again? Do I need to scare her straight?"
"She's upset that her marking is starting to fade," Tulani reports. "And also that it's being copied so much. I met her at The Scab.. That place is hard to get stuff done in."
"So, she probably wants me to fix her marking, then. And how are people copying a silver iris?" Alptraum has to ask.
"Well, that 'Eye of the Barsunala' fad is still in full swing," Tulani notes. "Granted, it goes on the forehead but still. Also I think Cricket was a little bummed about being topless next to me, and not getting any attention."
"Well, she's a kid and you, frankly, have humongous ... ahem," Alptraum says and plots down on the floor next to Tulani. ""Also, nice to see you. It's been too long."
Tulani flails about with one hand until she finds Alptraum's arm and pats it. "Humongous? You've really been around too many Eeee. I'm no bigger than Mave.. I think? I wasn't about to measure. How've you been? Nothing too horrible happening with Nicora, is there?"
"Plenty, frankly," Alptraum says as he falls backwards, using his wings to cushion himself. "I may not go back. Nothing I really want to discuss."
"Ouch," Tulani says. "I heard you were going to capture some spirits too. How'd it turn out?"
"Done. Extracted the Sabbaoth and the old High Princess," Alptraum says. "One was being used as a link by Amenlichli. They're being examined at the Guild."
"Wow.. a link to what though?" Tulani says, managing with great effort to turn onto her side to face Alptraum. Or at least what looks like great effort for a feline.
"Into the 'Sea of Souls'," Alptraum notes. "Which means into Sunala herself and closer to Pouncer."
Tulani blinks and loses some of her catty demeanor. "That would be bad," she admits. "The Mages are looking for the link then?"
"Yes. Not sure what there is to do with it, but at least it is extracted from where it could cause damage," Alptraum says as he looks up at the ceiling. "And you know, my species really stinks. We're horrible."
"Mmmm," Tulani goes, then says, "Well, if the link is active, you could maybe find a way to send false information through it... or use it to trap Amenlichtli, if it's something she uses to travel. And how many really horrible bats have you known.. who weren't in positions that anyone would be horrible in?"
"Situations that we created because of our own greed," Alptraum says. "As for the link ... maybe. Won't know what can be done with it until more is known about it ... but soon I'll be indisposed dealing with the Path so I won't likely be able to do much with it anytime soon."
"Going to stay with us here until then?" Tulani asks, with a bit of a purr. "It's not that Mave isn't good company... but most of the time she's busy with something esoteric."
"I don't know. There is a lot to do and I can stay at least the night. Plus, I'm not up to going far without energy from something. I overdid it today," Alptraum admits.
"Oh, so is that why you wanted to see me?" Tulani asks, and pouts a bit.. then smiles. "I can charge you up with the Light easily enough.. but have you eaten at all?" she asks.
"Well, no, I mentioned to Mave about seeing you long before I over-did it and that I was worried about you. I didn't plan to over-do it," Alptraum remarks. "I haven't eaten in an sense for a bit."
The Sphynx pushes herself upright into a sitting position. "You probably should do that too then," she says. Then tilts her head to look at Alptraum, and asks, "Why were you worried about me?"
"Because I haven't seen you and what you do is dangerous," Alptraum points from where he still lays on the floor. "And I have a lot of enemies. If they connect you to me, you'll be an even bigger target."
"That's why I have a network," Tulani says, setting the Light of Nala across her knees and exposing about a foot of the blade. "I'm almost never at incoming or outgoing ends, but usually nearer the middle. It helps me keep track of things. A lot of stuff has to get done and be coordinated that just can't happen out in the open."
"It's still dangerous, and worse, it's because of me," Alptraum mutters as he flops his arm close enough that he can absorb the energies given off by the light. "I drew you into this mess and I am sorry."
"I'm here to help fix the mess," Tulani points out. "Things would be a lot worse without us here." She takes off her high-collared half-jacket and neck choker, setting them aside.
"You didn't hand me the Light of Nala, I picked it up myself," Tulani says. "I need to be here."
"Well ... you found it with my help. I am partly responsible," Alptraum points out. "But yes, you are here to help fix the mess. It's appreciated, I just wish you weren't at risk over it."
"I'm not reckless.. anymore," Tulani says, shaking out her hair a little. "For a time, I think I was. Because of the dragon. It made me.. overconfident? I'm not like that now."
"Probably because you haven't used that form as much?" Alptraum asks. "It's just ... I don't want you hurt. You think stuff Nicora goes through is bad? There are many Eeee that would do a lot worse than that to people."
Tulani grins at something. "Remember the first time you bit me, back in your parent's wagon at the Gypsy camp?" she asks.
"Remind me?" Alptraum asks. "I have bitten a lot of things and it's getting all blurry."
The Sphynx rolls her eyes, and says, "How could you not remember? It was.. you were really nice.. but then you accidentally kenned me and I turned into the dragon right there.. talk about embarrassing!"
Alptraum laughs. "Oops. Yeah. That. What brought this up, though?" he has to ask.
"Back then, the dragon just happened," Tulani says. "But I've tamed it since then. It doesn't control me.. I control her. That, and I want you bite from behind like you did then." She turns to wink at Alptraum.
Alptraum smirks. "I feel like a mess. I'm not sure I control anything any more," he remarks, still flat on his back for the moment. "Or if I'm really helping much."
"It's never been about control, Alptraum," Tulani says, and gestures vaguely towards the ceiling. "It's about.. having direction. Hope. Making people believe they can have some control over their lives, if they're willing to fight for it."
"And for us.. maybe we can't fix Sylvania," the Sphynx notes. "But.. we can sure as hell fight to keep that nightmare from happening here."
"Hope without reality though is just cruel," Alptraum points out. "I just don't want everything to be pointless."
"You provide the hope, and let me worry about the reality," Tulani offers.
Alptraum uses his wings to push himself upright. "I'll try," he offers. "Have you missed me at all?"
"Of course," Tulani says. "I don't have fun by myself. I get lonely."
"You have Mave. I expect you and her, well ..." Alptraum remarks and leaves it at that.
"What?" Tulani asks, looking sternly at the bat. "You expect, or do you fantasize?" she asks.
"Both," Alptraum answers.
The Sylvanian Sphynx rolls her eyes again. "It's not that sort of loneliness," she claims. "You and I are Sylvanian. We've got a common bond. Mave is Babelite through and through.. and a Yodhinala, not a.. regular person like we are. Or were."
Alptraum laughs at that. "I haven't been a regular person in a long time. What I worry about is if I am still a good person," he admits. "Or honestly if I ever was."
"We're both adopted," Tulani points out. "Both.. weird. If you worry if you're still a good person, I'm pretty sure that means you are a good person, or trying to be. It's when you stop questioning yourself that you need to worry. I was almost a pirate! Luckily both of my parents gave me up."
"Mine were paid to take care of me. Well, the ones that raised me anyway. My actual parents are .. well, you know about that," Alptraum notes and shrugs a little. "I'm just trying to believe in myself I guess."
"It's easier to believe in yourself if you know you're flawed, I think," Tulani says. "I mean.. could you really trust someone who was all-good all the time? I think you have to be able to empathize with a person to be able to trust them, don't you?"
"Well, yes," Alptraum concedes. "I know I'm a mess."
"But you're our mess," Tulani says with a purr. "Now sit up."
Alptraum finishes pushing upright until he's finally sitting. At least from the light he's feeling less achy. "Gorphat would argue I'm Her mess."
"The point is.." Tulani says, as she sits in front of Alptraum, and spreads her wings down and out to form a white fluffy blanket over their legs, ".. is that if you aren't a mess, how can you hope to understand or fix another mess?" She then reaches back and grabs his arms, pulling them around herself and holding onto them as she leans back against the bat's chest. "I trust you. I know you're a mess, and you know I'm a mess, and together maybe we're less of a mess than on our own."
"That might be expecting a bit too much," Alptraum notes and rests his chin on her shoulder for a bit as he interlaces his fingers just over her stomach. "And as much as I want, I really cannot avoid Gorphat's temple. I've done the most for people there and started the movement. It's just .. ugh," he groans. He goes quiet for a bit, then, well, goes for the bite. It also involves shadow because, well, why not? Not a complete ken, but it's enough to have some squirming around inside of Tulani, and not in the conventional way to enter a lady.
Tulani purrs loudly all the same. And boy is her blood hot tonight. It's hard to tell what other reactions she might be having, because she's wearing a corset that masks her stomach.
Alptraum is making it feel like she has all sorts of worms squirming around inside her; in nice ways of course, not painful ways, while he drinks, eyes closed too. He doesn't even know why he feels so melancholy tonight; he did a good deed and made a difference.
The feline's rough tongue starts to lick Alptraum's ear, since it's in range.
Shadow starts swelling and moving in places where when wearing pants shouldn't have visitors. Why? Because. That large ear of Alptraum's flicks and splays around. Which ... feels odd right now, no earrings.
Soon Tulani is squirming a bit in Alptraum's lap. "I'll need help with the corset," she whispers.
Alptraum draws his hands back to pluck at the side and back knots, all the while keeping his bite firm and still gentle. The shadow, though, stays right where it is and is giving her the experience of being Nikky inside.
This results in things becoming a bit damp and musky. The corset eventually loosens enough that it can be separated.
Alptraum separates it and tosses it to the side. The bite also ends around then and he comments, "I suppose I should probably be going." Shadow is withdrawn around then too.
"What?" Tulani asks blearily. "Going.. nooooo. You said you were staying the night.." she grumbles.
Alptraum smirks. "I'm joking. I expected more of a reaction than that. Maybe you need sleep more than anything else," he admits.
"I need to be worn out a bit more at least," Tulani complains. "If you're too tired, I can poke you with the Light.."
Alptraum pushes her forward until she's on her hands and knees. Then he has draped himself over her back. It's a simpler matter in this position to get certain clothing out of the way. It's after that, that he's poked Tulani with something. Stabbed really, since it's now inside her. "Just remember you asked for it," he rumbles in her ear.
Tulani makes a mrooowl sound, and wiggles and flexes as well. "And you're all mine tonight," she purrs back. "And maybe in the morning too.. And I'm also gonna bite you at some point.."
And Alptraum demonstrates a trick; shadow can be used to simulate feline, er, barbs. "We'll see about that," he rumbles in her ear as things get a little more prickly in a hurry. "You assume there will be sleeping tonight so that there will be a morning, figuratively speaking."