After cleaning up (which was easy, thanks to the bathing pool) and drying off, Alptraum escapes the clutches of the Dangerous Duo - since they still had to finish their original bath. Once he makes his way back to the main Temple, he finds a Yodhrephath waiting for him. She smiles and holds up a burlap sack that is very, very damp at the bottom. "Here are their faces, Barsunala," the woman explains. "Now their heads can't be identified either. Did you want those dumped with the bodies, or put on spikes or anything? With some preservative I think they can be used for Blakatball.."
"I think sent with the bodies is appropriate. They already have a horrible fate ahead of them," Alptraum says, tone held very neutral as he looks at that sack. He wasn't expecting this, and well, it's disturbing. Still, cannot show weakness and he's dealt with plenty of gruesome things. He also ends up thinking, "Well, that is one way you can say the family didn't save face."
The Yodhrephath holds out the bag to Alptraum. She seems.. disturbingly upbeat. "I'll get right one that, Sir!" she replies. "Can I ask a question?"
"You can always ask," Alptraum replies, "Whether I answer or not will depend on the question."
Alptraum also reaches out and, well, takes the bag.
"Well.. it's just that we.. that is, the Yodhrephath.. we deal with mortal punishment for crimes," the woman says, "but you do all the rest. So my question is.. what is Hell like? This was the first time I've seem people deliberately condemned. We never know where our criminals end up after they're dead.."
"Well, what is the most disgusting thing you can imagine?" Alptraum inquires. He figures he needs to relate it to something she would know for it to make any sense.
"Well.. the pile of corpses is pretty bad," the Yodh admits. "It's going to stink, and a lot of those folks had some fat on them too. I imagine.. they're going to get worse. Probably runny. And full of bugs.."
"Okay, so imagine that, only with a smell a thousand times worse. A smell so bad you would want to stick hot pokers in your nose. Everywhere you go, walk, and all you can see are mounds of rotting flesh, and with Magog and her children all eating them," Alptraum tries to paint the picture. "And also imagine that the mounds of flesh are still alive in their own way, moaning, screaming, and feeling all of it. That is where they are going."
The Yodh's mouth drops open a bit. "Oh.. well.. blasphemy is serious," she finally says. Then clearly wants to ask another question, but is hesitant.
"Go ahead," Alptraum prompts.
"Do you get to wear rubber boots or anything when you go there, or are you immune to getting sticky?" the Yodh asks. "I mean, you can go everywhere, so.. there must be some special accommodation for you, right?"
"Unfortunately no. I get covered in it too. I'm just immune to getting diseases from it, not from it getting on me," Alptraum laments.
"And it washes off, or does it just vanish when you leave?" the woman asks next, a bit emboldened now.
"Vanishes when I leave, thankfully," Alptraum says.
"Is the entrance really at the.. anus.. of Mt. Gorphat too?" the curious Yodh asks.
"Well, yes," Alptraum also admits. "It's ... appropriate. Though, any detailed questions on Magog and the like are best asked of their High Priestess, I hear she has a relationship with them."
"Oh.. I could never go to the Temple of Gorphat!" the Yodhrephath claims, even holding her hands up in a blocking gesture. "I've heard that any Yodh who goes there ends up working there too!"
"Not true. Where have you heard that bizarre rumor?" Alptraum has to ask.
"Well, it isn't a rumor exactly.." the woman admits. "But we know there are Yodhsunala and Yodhrinala that work there. There hasn't been a need for one of the Yodhrephath there yet."
"Yes, but none of them have become Yodhgorphat," Alptraum notes and shrugs a little. "Though I am sure they could use more members."
"I don't think Yodh can switch their Goddess," the woman claims. "Fairly sure, anyway. Well, I'm glad that we could be of service to you, Sir! I doubt you wanted to cut off the faces yourself."
"Not particularly, no," Alptraum says with a wince. "While yes, I must take them to face their fate, I don't usually have it so literal."
The Yodh blinks, then breaks into a big grin and has to cover her mouth. "Face their fate.. you made a joke!" she says, trying not to giggle.
Alptraum has never expected to see a Ydhrephath giggle. That's disturbing in its own right. "When you deal with what I do, you have to find some humor in it. Otherwise you'll just be miserable," he points out.
"But now I have to wonder if you tell jokes to the dead when you take them to their fates," the woman admits. "I imagine the dead have an entirely different kind of humor."
"It depends greatly on their circumstances. No two are alike," Alptraum claims. "Some prefer, say, deadpan humor."
The Yodh's other hand goes to her mouth now, and it takes her a moment to regain her composure. "Ah, yes.. that would make sense," she finally replies.
"Then you get the pirates and their side-splitting jokes," Alptraum continues, brow arched slightly as he keeps a straight face.
This one the woman weathers better. "I remember trying to come up with new pirate jokes for days after they brought in that ship hull. I could never come up with any, though."
"Well,not even about how you keeled them," Alptraum suggests. "Or grabbed their chest for a change?"
"Heh," the Yodh snorts. "Well.. we were discouraged from making light of it all. Those pirates ran a fake refugee scam, when everyone was trying to get out of Babel. Would fly them halfway, then take all their stuff, kill them and throw the bodies overboard. They tried that while our escort was watering her ptera. But a mage on board melted the floors and the pirates got stuck between them. Couldn't get the bodies out afterwards, so.."
"Can't say that I feel sorry for them," Alptraum remarks, "I've dealt with pirates and slavers before." He looks down at the heavy, and disgusting, sack. "And I should get going before these smell worse," he adds.
The sack is starting to drip. Mostly blood, but possibly some eyeball juice too. It doesn't smell like very pure blood, and Alptraum knows his blood scents.
"Oh, forgive me for taking up your time," the Yodhrephath apologizes and bows.
"It was fine, nothing to apologize for," Alptraum says as he returns that bow. "Until we meet again, then."
That could be considered ominous, coming from the Barsunala, but the Yodhrephath doesn't seem to take it that way. And carrying a sack full of two-dozen bloody faces is a remarkable deterrent to anyone else trying to interrupt Alptraum as well. Once he's outside, it seems that only a few people are still waiting to get onto the Pilgrims Trail. There's no sign of Nekara, Gemma, Wynona or Cricket though.
"So, time to go walk up Gorphat's butt, eh?" Alptraum remarks to the sack. "You manage to continue to make me miserable, even in death. Impressive." He's going to just fly off the mountain, of course. And by all that's Holy, why can't he have some magic cheese when he needs it?
Once in Hell, it's hard for Alptraum to remember exactly how he got here.. making it impossible to tell if it's a real, physical place or still some spirit-dream realm. It feels real, but the sack is squirming a bit now, as the faces try to.. talk?
And Alptraum is trying to not inhale though his nose. This means breathing through his mouth ... which then means he tastes the air. It's not much of an improvement over smelling it. This leaves him feeling rather nauseous. And the squirming sack is not helping. He's already having to look at pulsating mounds of ick. Still, he cannot help himself and has to look in the sack. "What?" he asks of it.
The sack doesn't really reply. It's nearly transparent from the gore soaked into it, making is seem more like a bag of skin than burlap. The faces are pressing out against the membrane too, looking comically flat as a result. But even here, it seems that a tongue is a necessary ingredient to talking.
"The sooner I am rid of you the better. Just remember, you chose this fate," Alptraum remarks to the bag. He's now holding it at arms length and resumes walking out into the vast expanse of ick. "Why does the Yodhgorphat like this place?!" he has to wonder.
Soon there is sound other than the moans of the corpses and ominous slurps and crunches. It's singing, growing stronger as the 'path' goes around another steep mound of rotting flesh.
"Ugh, singing. Why? Why?!?" The rather nauseous Eeee thinks as he walks ever onward. He tries to not look down at the state of his feet.
Around the bend are the singers. There are three of them, and while they must be Yodhmagog, they don't appear like they usually do. Instead there are a trio of three beautiful.. if furless.. white-skinned Eeee women sporting multiple pairs of breasts. Their skin has a moist sheen to it, which also seems to keep gore from sticking to them. If anything, they remind Alptraum of the first time he encountered Snow - when she was covered in grave-worm goo.
"Okay, this has managed to get stranger," Alptraum thinks, wary, as he eyes those women. "Ah, hello there," he calls out to them. "I am the Barsunala and I have a collection of blasphemers to render unto Magog for their fate." He holds up the squirming sack.
The trio stop singing and cluster around the sack, cooing and caressing it.. and of course licking it. Their tongues are a lot raspier than an Eeee tongue should be.. especially the barbed tips like ideal for boring into flesh.
Alptraum's ears twitch. "So ... do I just leave them here with you, then?" he asks hopefully. Boy, does he want to get away from these women!
The trio turn their attention on Alptraum after the question.. running their hands over him and smiling. At least the smiles and expression still look the same as the Yodhmagog he's familiar with. And then they stand back and hold out their hands.. all of six of them.. making 'gimme' gestures. They likely want the contents more than the sack itself.
Alptraum blanches at that. Though he's wise enough to not move away when they start groping him. He doesn't want to start a chase, after all! "Oh God, they want me to hand over faces," he realizes when they start making gesturing motions. So, he bites his lower lip, then opens the sack to start pulling out faces.
They do wiggle, which is disturbing. The floppy muzzles try to talk, eye-holes try to blink.. but at least the person in charge of cutting off faces did a really good job of keeping them all in one piece. The Yodhmagog snatch the first three faces as they're taken out, and press them to the mound of corpses next to them, fur-side out. Gradually, the faces 'fill out', apparently drawing new flesh from the rotting protein and bone. All too quickly, three former nobles stand shakily, their new bodies made from corpse-meat.. which isn't quite settled into its new role, as parts of them occasionally distort or try to escape.
"Oh dear Gods," Alpraum thinks and actually takes a step back. "This is ... well, I can make a new metaphor about freaky from this!"
They also all look diseased, which makes it worse when the first woman tries to throw herself at Alptraum's feet and beg to be taken away. "I'll do anything for you. Anything!"
Alptraum's face hardens at that. "Begging? How many begged you to be spared? How about your children, did they beg? Did you grant them mercy?" he asks, voice soft, but firm.
"Are they here?" the woman asks, her eyes widening even further with terror at the thought of being at the mercy of her victims. The men at least seem distracted by the Yodhmagog, who have gone back to singing and wiggling.. at least until they hold out their hands for more faces.
"No, they're not here. Only those intended to suffer are here," Alptraum says as he starts pulling out more faces and handing them over.
It takes some time, but eventually the sack is emptied and two-dozen corpse-puppets are arguing and blaming everyone but themselves for this, as well as trying to bribe or beg their way to freedom. They aren't being punished yet though. Gestures from the Yodhmagog let Alptraum know they have to be taken to Magog.
Alptraum rubs over his face. "By me?" Alptraum asks as he, in spite of himself, finds himself absently stroking and feeling up one of the Yodhmagog.
The white, slick-skinned woman coos, and extends her tongue.. and keeps extending it to twice the length of her body. Her sisters do likewise, and use them as whips to herd the damned along.
This makes Alptraum blink. "That's ... also new," he thinks as he goes along and tries to help herd the damned by, well, pushing them. He doesn't have a tongue like that!
They still manage to argue and fight amongst themselves.. at least the ones that aren't crying or wailing or cursing. The squelching march seems to go on forever, with the damned stumbling and falling several times and earning literal tongue-lashes. By they time they exit the valley of ick, the newly damned are covered head to toe again in gore.
What awaits them is also new to Alptraum: a dais with thrones on it. Gorphat sits upon central and most impressive one, made from Eeee skeletons. On her right is Magog, in her Goddess aspect - a maggot-skinned woman that is still hauntingly beautiful, wearing a 'gown' of other people's faces. The faces are still alive.. or at least the eyes are, looking on with horror.
Magog's throne is made of flesh, and it actually shuffles about slightly on multiple hands and feet.
"Oooooooh crap. Dual Goddesses. This is bad," Alptraum thinks now as he becomes terrified! Still, he steps forward and bows slightly. "I present to you a collection of damned, whose blasphemy violated the most sacred laws," he intones while bowed.
"It has been some time since we were given such gifts," Magog says, her voice a bit off since she has no teeth. "I am heartened that Hell and its purpose is still remembered."
"Although not its original purpose," Gorphat notes, and gives Alptraum a wink.
The damned fall to their knees and.. predictably.. all try to make bargains with the goddesses.
Alptraum rises and takes a step back. "Ugh, no teeth," he thinks, wincing, "Still, they do deserve this." "They are here to face appropriate punishments, all, by decree of Sunala," he says. Then he even points out a few of them, such as the woman who is to spend fifty years in Magog's intestines.
Magog leans forward.. and licks her lips. There's movement from all around, as the Yodhmagog tunnel their way out of the mounts of flesh surrounding the area - these are the ones Alptraum is more familiar with; the bloody mouthed maggot bodies using breasts for feet. The damned begin to scream at their appearance. "Bring out the roasting spits, and the skinning-knives," Magog calls in her odd voice. "This feast will never end.. and you will all participate.. on both ends of it."
As for the woman Alptraum pointed out, Magog reaches towards her, and her arm seems that of a giant as it plucks her up. But when Magog pulls her hand back, the woman is like a doll in her hands, only a few inches tall. And then she's gone as Magog swallows her whole.
"And on that note, I should probably be going," Alptraum says as he bows and starts walking backwards. "I don't need to see that, I really don't," he thinks nervously.
"Barsunala," a voice calls, stopping Alptraum in his tracks. It's not Magog... but Gorphat. "Attend to me a moment."
"Eeek," Alptraum thinks as he rises and approaches Gorphat, then drops to one knee before her. "Your Will, Gorphat?" he asks politely.
Behind Alptraum, the scene is gradually being transformed into a parody of the 'dining room' of the Pit. The Yodhmagog are now giant, white Skreeks as they separate the damned - half to the table, and half being secured to the spits. Sharp bone knives are brandished, and it isn't difficult to see that the ones sitting are going to be served the flesh of their spouses. Save for the odd man out, whose wife was swallowed by Magog. The monster Skreeks just tear his skin off and take huge bites out of him.
"Sit with me," Gorphat says to Alptraum, and scoots over a bit on her throne. She leaves a damp spot behind but that's to be expected.
Alptraum can't see it, but he can hear it, and sound paints such a picture for Eeee. Alptraum's left ear twitches, then he rises and settles down in that wet spot. It would be impolite to refuse a Goddess after all.
This close, it's a bit intoxicating. Gorphat has her Aspect up in full, with the beauty of a divine being (despite the obvious diseased aspect). She brushes her hand across Alptraum's cheek, and asks, "Is this your first officially given task as Barsunala?"
Alptraum draws in a breath at that touch. He's already victim of Gorphat's allure in many forms, and this isn't helping matters at all. He can't help himself and soon his hands are lightly tracing over her body. "That I can remember, yes," he answers, blinking a few times.
Gorphat obligingly slides over onto Alptraum's lap. "You may not know then.. but this place is older than the current Sea of Souls," she claims as she leans forward to give him a very sticky kiss.
Mmmmph, goes Alptraum, and yet he kisses her back in spite of the stickiness. He never could refuse Gorphat ever since one aspect actually pledged itself to her. And so his arms wrap around the green Goddess and he strokes her back. "Oh?" he asks after the kiss, sounding dizzy, "How is that?"
"In the days of Gephesa and Rinala, this was Limbo," Gorphat explains as she removes Alptraum's clothes - or rather, she touches them and they rot away. "Where the souls of the dead would wait until Rinala granted them new lives. The Sea of Souls did not come about until Rinala became Sunala."
"Are you trying to claim I belong here as one of them?" Alptraum has to ask and look over her shoulder. Then he cannot stop himself and ends up kissing and nuzzling her neck ... and fondling her chest.
Of course Gorphat's chest is damp. She produces something like milk from the stimulation. She shifts her hips, and is then riding Alptraum. She feels awful inside, but also immensely pleasurable due to being a Goddess. Gorphat really pushes the extremes of disgust and lust. "No, but you still have the legacy of those days - you can ferry souls both directions. The srinalas exist as an echo of Rinala's power," she notes as she starts to grind away with her hips.
Alptraum, well, groans. He likes the feeling, both awful and wonderful (And is thankfully not remembering what happened to the buck the last time he had his bit inside her!). He even ends up nursing on those damp breasts, even if it tastes horrible. His hips start to roll in time with her, part of himself buried deep in her wound. "And the honor of being your lover," the Eeee claims when his lips draw back from a nipple, leaving sticky streamers between them.
Gorphat gurgle-purrs, enjoying the attention. "You are the only one of us relatively unchanged from the Era of Chains," she says. "It is why we can remember more around you. You were never Chained, and never really changed your purpose.. not many demigods managed that." She begins to ooze something internally that burns.. but the burning still feels amazingly pleasurable.
This makes alptraum inhale and arch his back. "Why does this feel good?!" he wonders. The answer is probably the same answer to the mystery of why Nicora likes being Yodhgorphat. "What are you doing to me?" he does finally ask Gorphat, at least. "It feels ... amazing."
"I am a Goddess," Gorphat reminds. "Sex with me will be better than with any mortal woman as a result. But.. no mortal man can survive the diseases that result. You are not a mortal man, at this moment," she whispers into his ear, then sticks her tongue into it. Stickily.
"You're infecting me?" Alptraum gasps out ... and yet his hips keep on working in spite of himself. Even the lick in his ear makes him shudder from head to toe. He therefore runs his claws up her back.
"Merely exposing you," Gorphat promises, as the effects of another exotic venereal disease turn into pleasurable sensations. "And preparing you for Magog. She wishes to thank you for your gifts.."
"Wait, what? You are giving me to Magog?" Alptraum says in shock ... right before he bites down on Gorphat's shoulders, and his hips just keep at it. He cannot refuse Gorphat, he finds.
"I'm not giving you to her," Gorphat says, her shoulder tasting.. well, awful and wonderful. "She wishes to be with you. She is also a goddess, after all. And my daughter."
Alptraum's hips thrust hard. "Then ... I will be with her," Alptraum concedes, whine inwardly wincing, a lot. Nevermind Nicora had sex with her already; it just left Nicora perpetually oozy! He kisses Gorphat again, then licks her lips.
When release comes.. it isn't all at once. In fact, it feels blocked at first.. as if inflammation had closed up the paths. It should be very painful from this, and the burning, but since it's with Gorphat it feels amazing.. so having it broken up over several minutes isn't exactly a bad thing.
Wow, does Alptraum groan and shiver during this. The pleasure is such that he isn't thinking about what things might look like when he's out of her! No, he's trying to make her groan too, and is soon even nursing on her again!
Gorphat continues to grind, focusing more now on her own pleasure. This takes time. Alptraum is subjected to the burning and even scraping (from scar tissue) for quite a while before the goddess seems satisfied, as evidenced by a horribly foul discharge.
"That was wonderful," Alptraum murmurs in Gorphat's ear. "It is no wonder your Daughter, Scourge, loves you so." His hips buck a couple times reflexively.
Gorphat leans back, and then slides over to the side.. putting Alptraum closer to Magog's squirmy throne now. And.. things look.. messy. There's swelling and colors that should not be associated with healthy tissue, along with very disturbing fluids that hopefully are not coming from him. "For obvious reasons, you cannot serve my Scourge," Gorphat laments. "But Magog was my first.. so she is an appropriate proxy, at least."
Alptraum also, well, checks to make sure nothing is living inside that bit on him now, now that he remembers what happened to the buck. "No, I cannot serve Scourge, but I can lways make sure that Scourge can serve you," he points out as he inspects himself.
Nothing seems to be moving that isn't him - but then, flesh-eating parasites are likely more of a Magog thing at the moment. It's harder for them to be infectious! However, now that it's not all safely encased within Gorphat's body.. the itching and burning are becoming a lot less pleasant.
And this means Alptraum is squirming around a lot now. "Would you, ah, undo this, please?" he asks Gorphat politely and quickly.
"Oh, but Magog likes a bit of seasoning," Gorphat says.. just before Magog leans over from her own thrown and starts to lick (with a raspy tongue) and suck (with a toothless mouth) on things.
Alptraum goes eeeeeee! And the Eeee ends up shuffling around as best he can over into Magog's throne. Maybe it will at least make it feel better?
It does feel better. Almost too better, especially once Alptraum is in Magog's throne - which is within her divine Aspect. Magog has hair, but no fur. It's white and stringy and damp, but still seems to glow and flow like magic milk to Alptraum. There's also a strong hint of silver, since a certain amount of Wraith-Vision is at work.
And soon Alptraum is caressing Magog and marvelling how, well, lack of teeth makes this feel rather nice! Then of course he remembers who he's with and that makes him feel slightly, well, panicky! But, no escaping now! So, he runs his hands through her hair as part of the caress and tries to, well, enjoy it.
Magog eventually finishes cleaning Alptraum, and climbs more properly into his lap. All of her breasts press into his fur as she squirms about before kissing him.. while her throne begins to reshape itself into more of a lounger.
And Alptraum goes back, with Magog on top and kissing her back fully. Yes, it's disturbing and it's making him twitch, but he can't seem revolted by it lest he offends her!. Hands explore and caress the Goddess's chest, then he even dares to nurse on her too once his lips are free.
Each nipple tastes different! And for anyone else, the product would be horrifying - Magog lactates blood. Once the throne completes its transformation, the Maggot Goddess rolls and pulls Alptraum down on top of her.. which does give him easier access to her bounties, as it were. It also makes it clearer that the surface of the throne is a bit more alive than previously noted - it's riddled with maggots.
"Oh Gods, eeeeeew!" Alptraum thinks at the sight of that thrown! While Nicora may like maggots, he does not. So, he closes his eyes and focuses on Magog beneath him with his rolling hips, a lot of nursing, massaging, and even kissing. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he thinks, and hopes he comes out unscathed!
At least there aren't any bizarre, pleasure-pain-reversed sensations. Magog is warm and soft and not particularly sticky. With his eyes closed, it might be like making love to a just-out-of-the-bath Toadstool.. if she had multiple breasts and a very scary tongue. There's no avoiding some things though: things that are rice-grain sized and moving through his fur.. at least on his lower half. The urge to shake them off is pretty powerful.
And not and then he is truing to shake and brush them off, he can't help it! "This is almost tolerable, but those .... erg," he thinks, not sure how he should feel about this. Still, he mostly manages to keep working at Magog, with only small periods of trying to get the maggots off!
It seems that the key is to work his hips very fast.. this keeps the maggots off and makes Magog coo. The impacts also cause interesting ripples and jiggles, as if Magog was boneless somehow.
Therefore Alptraum starts doing just that! He's more concerned about Magog enjoying it anyway, than himself. Goddesses need to be happy or bad things happen.
She really is enjoying it.. since she's beginning to lose her shape. Each ripple seems to push her a little closer to her more blobby maggot form.
Alptraum really tries to not think that soon he'll be making move to a maggot! But, what can he do? He keeps his eyes closed and keeps at her, mostly praying he survives this.
As part of the process.. well, all of Magog's breasts get bigger, certainly. They need to be the same size in the end! And so far her legs haven't changed.. still clinging to Alptraum. The goddess's throat is thickening though, and she's start to 'sing' - sort of. It's a distraction from the screams coming from behind Alptraum at least.
Still, it could be worse, he supposes! I mean, it does generally feel good and kissing her is kind of fun. So, Alptraum focuses on Magog over, well, the screaming behind. "I'll sleep with anything," he mentally laments ... but obviously does not stop.
Well, it isn't like he didn't do this when Blakat brought him through the first time, when Magog's Aspect made the Yodhmagog look.. cute. This is the first time dealing with on on its back though! The body keeps getting bouncier. As the arms get absorbed, so do the shoulders begin to disappear, leaving.. well, very little to keep hold of! Hips and legs are starting to shrink away as well, and instead of blood Magog's breasts are start to squirt the slimy, silvery substance that lets the breasts act as feet.
And Alptraum decides to well, not think too much about it and just enjoy it. So, he nurses on her squirty breasts anyway, even if it is slimy, and his hips keep working as part of him remains nicely embedded within her. He does have to sort of reach around the giant maggot-woman now, though, to try and hold on!
Hugging helps, although it does mean getting 'battered' by bouncing breasts. Once Magog is fully into her maggot form though, she starts doing tricks with her muscles down at the fun end. She's all muscle now, after all, and seems able to produce a good amount of suction. There's still the issue of bouncing though.
Alptraum tries to roll Magog over so that she's on top and thus would be less, well, bouncing. It means he'll be slime-coated, but ... he's been through worse. "I cannot believe I'm doing this," he thinks. This is also accompanied with odder thoughts, like wondering what it would be like to be a maggot like them. Being able to shapeshift opens up dangerous ideas, after all.
Getting rolled over puts Alptraum's back against the maggots, but it also makes Magog squeal a bit. She rises up, somehow balancing (although probably better for Alptraum to keep holding on to what he can) and then really working things - it's like she's got a second toothless (and gumless) mouth at the connected end. The new position also affords a slight view of the 'feast', which seems to have moved on to a part where the Yodhmagog are all giant white serpents now, busily gulping down the damned.
"Ugh, squirmy, so much squirmy!" Alptraum thinks, feeling his back literally crawl, while his front gets saturated with a thick slime from Magog's 'feet'. He also closes his eyes again so he doesn't have to see that feast, though he can still hear parts of it unfortunately. So, he blocks that out by giving into what does feel good and groans.
Something different is felt inside Magog. Something is grabbing onto him, it feels like, but still from the other side of Magog's flesh. It might be the Eeee she swallowed earlier, passing close enough to try.. but it's gone soon enough. It's very hard to tell which end of Magog he's on now with his eyes closed. The suction is getting stronger.. and other parts of him are getting pulled into. Granted, they were the parts already connected to the shaft, but they generally stay on the outside.
Okay, so Alptraum has to open his eyes now and see what the heck is going on! That doesn't feel right. Things don't, well, go in like that! It may very well be panic time!
Looking also reveals the segmented tower of flesh that Magog has become. Her face is looking upwards, since it can't look anywhere else without a neck, and her breasts are bobbing in a wave as her body expands and contracts.
But, it seems Alptraum himself is okay, and all his parts are generally still attached, so he grabs onto the lowest and nearest breasts for balance and keeps his hips moving. "This is ... disturbed," he thinks ... and just keeps going.
There's a certain amount of massaging going on to his captive anatomy, along with the suction further up near the tip. It's as if Magog's entire body is acting like a squeeze-pump! Ready or not, it's starting to draw-out Alptraum's release!
Well, drawing out is better than things pushing in at least! So, Alptraum goes all out now with him movement and roll. A good few more minutes and then the Eeee's jaws are clenching and he's shuddering as that release comes ... and is given to Magog! Slime in instead of out; a rare thing for the Maggot Goddess.
Magog warbles! This causes her Yodh to pause in their gorging though. Surely they aren't going to want 'attentions' now too? But the moment passes, and the screams and slurping sounds return. After shuddering a bit. Magog rocks back and forth until she just falls off of Alptraum. Growing to her giant size, she makes her way towards the feast. There's a brief glimpse of a horrified Eeee face poking from Magog's anus, just before it gets sucked back in.
"I didn't need to see that," A tired and very slimed Alptraum says as he sits up slowly. And as soon as he's able, he checks himself for damage!
Aside from being covered in slime and maggots, Alptraum appears to be whole. One of the Yodhmagog is back in Eeee form, collecting faces from the ground and taking them to into the corpse-mounds to get new bodies for them.. all so they can be devoured again. And again and again, for however long it takes.
Alptraum in a hurry gets off that throne too so he can shake and scrape off all the maggots quickly! He also looks to see if Gorphat is still here, as leaving without saying something could be construed as rude.
The throne of bone is unoccupied. Gorphat may have gotten bored - or possibly didn't really want to watch the damned enduring their punishments. Suffering in order to improve may not apply to the dead, after all.
"Right, so, time to leave," Alptraum mutters to himself as he tries to take a wide circle around the feast. He thinks he remembers the way back out and hopes he can find it! He certainly doesn't want to remain here!
The appointed time of meeting with a certain Yodhbarada arrives, and Alptraum shouldn't be too surprised to find the girl waiting already - and not even trying to hide. Cricket is actually rocking back and forth on her heels and humming a tune. She's also back to her usual nondescript attire, instead of advertising her position as a Yodhbarada.
And Alptraum has arrived in quiet, and used a back way to slip into the darkness of the ruined tower. Why? Because there he can use the shadow to make a small change. Nothing much, really ... just reducing his apparent age to that of someone close to Cricket. That just might shock the little snoop if he manages to grab her from behind and his in her ear, "Guess who!"
The girl squeaks at first, then tries to pretend she wasn't surprised. "Your voice sounds different," she says, just before turning her head. "And you're shorter!"
Alptraum spins Cricket around and pushes her back up against one of the walls. "I just made sure we were on more equal footing for what I have planned," he says. He's not just shorter, he looks younger too, and that somehow makes his grin all the more devious. He also acts a bit younger in that, well, he's soon groping her, too.
The girl squeaks again in surprise! And.. actually seems nervous. "What.. oh.. that?" she asks, wide-eyed. "I.. didn't bring a blanket or anything!" she blurts.
"Don't need one," Alptraum claims as he uses the shadow to make one. Okay, so it'll be like laying on warm rubber, but people do weirder. He did not so long ago, after all. He also starts picking at her clothing ties to loosen them. "Of course if you prefer I don't do this, I can stop," he offers.
"Can I have a kiss first?" Cricket asks, and giggles. "I thought I'd have to get you drunk first.." Like most Eeee in Babel, her clothes are a bit flimsy and tied together with laces for convenience.
Alptraum hooks her hand behind Cricket's neck and kisses her; firmly. His free hand continues, well, stripping her at least a little. HE also now wonders, was she planning to get him drunk?
Cricket helps with the laces. There's not much hidden beneath her clothes - aside from Barada herself, teenaged Eeee aren't exactly well developed. Still, back when Alptraum (and Jaxen) were at this age, it would have still been plenty! And it didn't even involve sneaking around to peek at a girl bathing - she's right there and touchable..
Alptraum does release the kiss eventually and run a claw down the center of her chest. "I do mean I can stop," he notes, sounding a bit more serious now. "I admit this is a little weird."
The girl trembles from the claw-stroke, but asks, "Weird? Because.. I know I'm not Tulani or.. well, you've probably been with Yodhinala.. oh, damn, you've been with Inala probably. And Barada." Cricket bites her lip. "I'm just.. a little thing.."
"Smooth," Alptraum says, amused, as hands cup the Yodhbarada's chest and claws tweak things a bit playfully. "Your turn to undress me," he points out. That ought to be easy, his clothing is hanging a bit loose now that he is well, smaller.
Cricket perks up.. either from the tweaking or from being told it's her turn to 'take charge'. She does pull and tug, using a foot to hook Alptraum's waistband so she can pull his pants down while getting his shirt off. "I'm a full Yodhbarada," she recites. "Feared and respected. I've met with demigods and mages and stood before a whole auditorium. I'm not a little lost girl anymore.." It does seem to be more for her benefit than trying to talk herself up for Alptraum.
"Also nervous, and standing vulnerable with a vampire," Alptraum adds to Cricket's comment. And my, does he have large teeth when he smiles. He kicks his clothing aside, then hooks his arm around Cricket's waist and turns, tipping her back. "Grrr," he says as he lowers her down onto the 'shadow' blanket, then crouches over her.
"I forgot the vampire part!" Cricket admits, and licks her lips. "So.. what do I do?" she asks. "I never got this far before! Can I touch it?" she asks, reaching towards Alptraum's midsection, since he's crouched and close enough.
"Yes. And you also need to relax," Alptraum claims as he leans down. He licks her nose tip, then slips his head to the side and actually bites her on the shoulder, near the neck!
That causes Cricket to gasp - and squeeze with her hand. "Big teeth!" she squeaks. "Big.. everything is bigger than I thought!"
She certainly doesn't taste relaxed - it's like her blood is half adrenaline and hormones at the moment, and her heart is racing.
The bite is reasonably gentle, as is the sucking, but yes, he did draw blood. Alptraum balances on one arm and the other slips down to massage Cricket in a very intimate place. Surely that will help her relax, right?
It does cause her breath more deeply, certainly! She also explores more of Alptraum with her hands and feet. She does linger on his butt, with one foot and one hand, while her other hand strokes his chest and lower. She doesn't squirm, but her hips move enough to provide useful feedback to Alptraum's fingers. She turns her head to press as much of her cheek as she can against the vampire's face as well while he drinks.
the drinking continues for a little bit before he releases. Then his hands are onto exploring her. Well, one hand, as the other remains where it was, massaging and probing. The free one is caressing and exploring wherever it may roam. "Last chance to back out," he coos to the Yodhbarada, then rolls his hips suggestively.
Cricket still isn't exactly 'relaxed' - from dampness Alptraum feels she's quite the opposite, definitely in the 'excited' region. "No, don't stop now," she pleads. "You made yourself young for me instead of making me.. older. That means you really like me, doesn't it?"
Alptraum doesn't directly answer that. Instead he dips his head down and actually starts to nurse on her! He has no idea of Inala's blessing will kick in on a Yodhbarada, but may as well find out. Of course that is punctuated by a finger curling, well, into Cricket.
It may help that Cricket is already very willing, but the nursing does produce results. Not much, but definitely something the girl has never experienced. With the finger curling, she grabs onto Alptraum's ankles with her own toes, and starts to actually buck her hips in response. "When you were my age.. did you do this?" she asks breathlessly. "Was there a girl you liked?"
"Oh, of course, but she wasn't an Eeee. And we never did this; she was out of my league. All I could do was look," Alptraum answers once the nursing stops and he slides on top of her. His hand finally pulls away, but that spot isn't vacant too long as he replaces it with a, well, somewhat bumpy replacement.
Cricket gasps and digs her claws into Alptraum's shoulders. "Oh! Slowly.. please," she says. "It's so big.. I'd die if you were your normal size! If I had been there.. would have you pursued me? I wouldn't have been out of your league, right?"
Alptraum does take it slowly and carefully. "You wouldn't die," he comments, "And as for back then? I don't know. I wasn't the same person. I doubt you would have been interested in my attention."
"We could pretend though," Cricket whispers, and starts moving her hips as she gets more used to the feel of things. "That we met at a festival or something, and ran off into the woods. I'd be your first then. First for you when you were my age."
Alptraum grips both of her wrists and gently pushes her arms over her head to pin them back. "As you like," he whispers in her ear. Now that things have started, he pushes firm one last time to make sure things fit nicely, then it's onto slow rolling hip movements. He draws back, then looks right into her currently dichromatic eyes.
The girl's wings actual shiver a bit, and she bares her throat. Cricket tries to press her chest up as well, as she wraps her legs further around Alptraum. "Ooo... that's.. this.. mmmmm," she comments. "We'd have snuck away to meet, I bet. Making love in.. hay bales or something. Right under people's noses. A big secret.."
"Where we have to be quiet or might get discovered? What if you get pregnant?" Alptraum teases, then leans down and licks her throat. He can insure that doesn't happen after all with a bit of shadow work to keep anything from releasing in her. "Such a dangerous thing to do, to be with someone like this..."
"But.. it's what people do all the time.." the girl gasps. "Normal people. People with real lives.." And then Cricket just uses body-language for a bit, rolling and bucking beneath Alptraum.
"Gypsies are never normal," Alptraum claims, then grows silent in kind. His body movement follows what hers seems to want ... though with the occasional playful ear lick, or another gentle nip on her neck. Hands resume their explorations, and his wings act as a blanket.
Cricket can't keep her hands out of the way forever - she puts one on the back of Alptraum's neck and other over her mouth, to muffle some of the sounds she's making. No sense in making any noise loud enough to get the attention of a Yodhblakat! But Alptraum can feel the tension building up in her like a spring. "Bite me again.." she says behind her palm.
Alptraum's head descends and this time he bites her on the other side of her neck and shoulder. He also growls, softly, and makes his hips move just a bit more roughly and firmly. It's still gentle compared to many encounters, but he doesn't want to hurt her.
The spring releases inside of Cricket, and she ends up hurting herself slightly by biting down on her own hand to keep from crying out. It's a very rough ride for a minute as she squirms and bucks and clenches and claws. She does seem relaxed afterwards though.
And Alptraum rides that out, and uses it to push him to his peak too! This may not have been a wise thing to do, but Cricket did seem to enjoy it and she did need a reward for all the help she gave. He collapses onto her and pants for a bit, then licks her ear again. "Gotcha," he whispers.
It's gotten pretty warm under Alptraum's wings by now. Cricket is also still getting her breathing under control. "You can make me older if you want, next time," Cricket whispers as she rubs cheeks with Alptraum. "Even.. turn me into that girl you had a crush on if you want. If you can? You can make yourself younger and change my eye.. maybe you can do more."
"I could, but she was a khatta. And you're better as you," Alptraum points out and spreads his wings a bit to cool things off.
"I am?" Cricket asks, propping herself up on her elbows and looking like that was the most flattering thing ever said to her. "So.. did I do well then?"
"Of course?" Alptraum says as he rolls to her side. He then leans over and licks one of her nipples. "And appreciative. That is even nicer."
The girl rubs the back of Alptraum's head. "I like when.. did I give milk?" she asks. "When can we do this again? I can be ready in a few minutes, I think.."
"Oh, the milk is just Inala messing with me," Alptraum says as if it were nothing. "As for when? In a bit. I need to rest a little. Guys don't recover as fast." Well, at least not without help. Or unpleasant curses from Gorphat.
Cricket grins and pushes on Alptraum's shoulder as she slides over, until she's lying on top of him. Then she starts licking and sucking on his nipples. "I get to bite you next.." she says coyly.
"Oh the horror," Alptraum purrs at her, "Whatever will I do?" And the nursing on him does feel nice and makes his back arch. Thankfully, he won't produce milk. At least he doesn't think he will. It's never really been tried when a guy! But surely Inala isn't that weird.