After assuring the door guards that he wasn't there to collect any souls, he's let in and escorted to the level that's been taken over by the Life Mages. Upon finding the room that Passul is being kept in, he runs into an unexpected, fluffy obstacle.
Mage Candifloss blocks the doorway. She barely comes up to Alptraum's chest, but the Lapi doe still seems resolute. "What do you want with my patient, Barsunala?" she asks sternly. "He's been judged innocent by the Court, you know."
"Who said I was here for your patient? I am here for you," Alptraum claims with a completely straight face as he looks down at the mage.
"Well I'm busy," the rabbit claims, but her nose does twitch a bit faster. "What do you want? I don't usually work with.. uh.. religious figures."
Alptraum holds that stare for a good few and likely uncomfortable moments. Then his lips draw back in a bemused smile. "You are too serious," he notes, "I'm actually here to offer my services. I can help your patient."
"Help how?" the Lapi asks suspiciously. "You turned Rostre into a.. mess. Are you going to turn him into something else?"
"Rostre wanted that. She's probably enjoying it," Alptraum points out. "As for what I can provide, I can help direct your efforts and make his recovery more effective. You've seen I can reshape someone. It also means I can help repair someone."
"But does it stick?" the doe asks, a bit less confrontationally. "Rostre started reverting."
"Because I changed her into something contrary to her natural state. In the case of the patient, I'm not changing his natural state, only fixing unnatural alterations to that state. Or put another way, healing doesn't generally revert."
Alptraum explains.
"Well.. I suppose it can't hurt for you to take a look," the mage relents. "But I'm not exactly keen on sorcery, just so you know."
She finally stands aside.. only to turn and precede Alptraum into the room.
"I'm not keen on dealing with a group that has tried to kill me," Alptraum points out as he follows. "As for sorcery, this ability came from Nala to an extent, so I hardly consider it typical 'sorcery'."
"I'm pretty sure that's the technical definition of sorcery," Candifloss notes, and checks over her patient. Passul is suspended in pool of liquid (and since he floats easily, it probably isn't just regular water) and most of his limbs and chest and especially his wings are wrapped up fabric casts covered in magic sigils. The liquid in the pool itself even glows slightly. He's already looking better than when he and Cerise were 'rescued' - his face is mostly back to normal, but there are still symbols painted on it and his forehead. "He's in a magically-induced sleep," the doe explains.
"How bad was the damage to him, internally?" Alptraum asks as he peers into the pool at the floating Eeee. "I only know what the skreek told me."
"Broken ribs.. nearly all of them, actually," the doe recites. "Spine wasn't damaged, thankfully. Plenty of bruising from before, and the broken wings.. those.. well, I don't if we can fix those. Mild internal bleeding, but that was from the snake so we got to it early. No organ damage.. well, some brain trauma from lack of oxygen, but again it wasn't for too long, so he should recover from it. Fingers and toes were broken, cracked jaw, some other minor fractures.."
"And his testicles took a beating, but drew up before suffering permanent damage. They still haven't dropped back though," the doe adds, since that probably doesn't count as being as serious as the other stuff.
Alptraum pops his fingers. "All right. That shouldn't be too bad. Though, realigning the bones will take a lot. How much ... oomph can you provide, magic-wise to me? he asks. "I don't have my usual ... sink around right now."
"Oomph?" the doe asks. "Explain to me how you normally do things, and what sort of magic you draw on. It sounds like Life Magic is what you need, but knowing the form and concentration would help. Since I don't expect you to know the technical nomenclature, you'll just have to be as descriptive as possible."
"I need raw life magic focused at me. Like using me as the ritual circle, for example. I'm a conduit," Alptraum tries to explain. "The more available, the better and quicker I can repair or alter living tissue. I use the shadow that is bonded to me to take that energy and feed it back into a person, with guidance on how it should be used. Think of it like using a baking mold."
"So, you need an available pool of Life Magic that is as yet undirected, or at least 'generalized' towards healing, is what it sounds like to me," the doe says, and taps her chin. "The pool here is 'charged' in such a manner. It allows the healing enchantments to run for longer periods at a slow, steady rate. Just how much damage do you think you can repair at once?"
"All of it," Alptraum answers as he glances back at the doe. "It won't be the first time I've done it. I've ... given people more time before."
"Just in case, can you focus on the wings and brain swelling first?" the bunny asks. "The wings especially are too badly crushed for traditional magic. And while the brain will recover in time, having it recover sooner means we can wake him up and start work on undoing the memory repression and other psychological damage."
"I can, yes," Alptraum offers, then rubs his chin and face. "Do you trust me enough to do this?"
The mage blinks at the question. "I.. never actually considered that," she admits as she approaches the healing pool and starts to remove her robes. "My concern is for my patient. If you can help him, that's all that matters." The now-naked doe then climbs into the pool (which is a bit cramped) and sinks down onto her knees so she can put both hands on either side of Passul's head, where she chants a cantrip that activates some of the symbols covering his body. "Diagnostic monitoring spell is activated," she notes. "Do you need to be in contact with the source of energy, or does it matter since he's floating in it?"
"It should be fine as it is," Alptraum says as he steps forward. He reaches out, into the pool, then places his hand on the prone Eeee. "On three, then. One," he says, breathing in. "Two," he adds," holding. "Three," he concludes as he exhales and lets thee shadow flow out and over the floating Eeee. As the shadow sinks into the patient, he closes his eyes and concentrates, feeling the man out completely to his core.
Passul is a mess. However, fixing him shouldn't be as hard as say, Otto was, since the damage is recent and hasn't had a chance to 'heal wrong' yet. The wings are indeed the worse off, with nearly a thousand breaks in them, including torn ligaments and other muscle damage. Compared to that, the rest is mild. There are still issues with his face, including fractured cheekbones and a broken orbital, but the massing swelling from his beating is all but gone due to the Mages. Internally things seem fine, aside from someone clearly having stomped on his genitals. Toes and fingers have been set, along with the ribs - it's just the bone healing that's needed. One of his ears is rather badly damaged internally though - enough to cause deafness. This is something the Mages seem to have missed though. There's some bruising still in the brain, likely from concussion, but no brain damage from lack of oxygen that is obvious.
The wings being the worst, Alptraum focuses there first. I's probably easier to break down the shattered bones and reforming them back in the right place instead of trying to move the pieces back. It's a good think he knows Eeee well, and is one, so he knows how the wings should be structured. "This is a real mess," he thinks, amazed the boy actually survived it at all.
If Candifloss is disturbed by the black body suit or her patient's wings suddenly going boneless, she doesn't say anything. She does continue to monitor Passul's vitals though, and Alptraum can 'feel' the layered spells and enchantments through the shadow.
The wing structures are regrown, bone by bone, using what Alptraum could collect from the shattered ones and the latent 'power' the pool is providing. It can't be rushed. Rushing would mean messing something up. He now wishes he had a chair to sit in, as he'll be here a while.
While Alptraum stands up (or leans over) next to the pool, Mage Candi chants to keep the water charged up. It's not being used for life-support, so there's no really risk to it running low, but the doe is stubborn enough to not let it drop below half-power.
Which Alptraum is thankful for. Otherwise he would have to tap into his own body and that has its own risks. It's likely a good few hours before those wings seem to be repaired; the bones restructured and back in place. The shadow focus then shifts to the Eeee's head, starting with the ear damage first; that's the most delicate and difficult.
It's more delicate work with bones.. but at least there are fewer to deal with. There's some minor muscle damage to deal with and a punctured eardrum. After that, the bones around the eye and the various fractures are less of a challenge, including fixing some of the sinus passages and turbinate structures in the nose. There are some missing teeth as well, along with plenty of chipped and broken ones, if he feels ambitious.
Alptraum does, since he has a power source available. He doesn't want to leave this poor guy in the state he's in, so it's on to encouraging the replacement and repair of those teeth. After that, probably his genitals simply because the pain from that will be excruciating when he wakes up.
By that point, the pool's power is dipping past the halfway point, despite Candi's efforts. Passul's ribs and limbs are set though, and already healing with the encouragement of Life Magic, so may be fine to leave as is. It isn't like the Eeee will be required to walk away after this session.
Alptraum tries to nudge the remaining breaks along a bit, until the water reaches about a quarter, then he slowly withdraws the shadow. Once the shadow is pulled back, he opens his eyes and blinks. Then he promptly has to sit down on the floor. His legs are hurting. So, he pulls his knees up to his chest and rests his chin upon them to just rest.
"I thought that would take less time," the doe moans from the pool. She seems exhausted as well, and manages to climb out just to sit with her back against it, half-soaked. "I should have thought to bring some towels too."
"His wings had over a thousand breaks in them. I had to completely dissolve his bones and rebuild them. That isn't going to be fast," Alptraum remarks, his eyes closed. "His brain seemed okay, I fixed his eye and nose. Also his left ear; he was completely deaf in it due to damage. Also fixed his dangly bits so he wouldn't be in pain there if awoken, and nudged remaining breaks to heal up a bit more before I withdrew. I couldn't finish the repairs there; not enough power left to do it safely, and being tired wasn't helping."
"I'm guessing you aren't looking for a career as a surgeon then?" the doe asks, and lifts one leg to shake out the water with a rapid foot-thumping motion against the air. "What happens if you run out of power though? You're.. half supernatural, aren't you?"
"If I run out of ambient things to draw on, I tap myself," Alptraum explains. "If I draw that down too far, I wither. It's painful and very unpleasant."
"Hmmm, that could be handy," the Life Mage claims. "Doesn't work that way with proper magic though. At least for Life Magic, having a built-in battery to draw on in an emergency would be useful."
Alptraum opens one eye. "Sure. Just go stick your hand into a pool of Amenlichli's evil mess, tear its heart out and away from her, then take control over it. Nothing to it," the Eeee remarks. "Downside is you end up with an ugly hand," he adds and holds out his right hand.
"I thought that was an affectation?" the doe asks after shaking out her other leg, then sort of comes over on her hands and knees to get a better look at it. "It doesn't seem to be damaged," she notes. "I can see the musculature.. but it isn't raw, so you've got something like skin over it at least. It looks inside out.. with the bones on the outside and muscle on the inside. Is it still fully functional?"
Alptraum wiggles his fingers all about. "Diminished sensitivity, but it otherwise works fine," the Eeee remarks.
"Where did you learn to use Life Magic with your own abilities?" the doe asks, turning to sit next to the Eeee. She's still a bit damp though. "It doesn't seem like the sort of thing you'd just 'pick up' without having at least one Master Life Mage around."
"Lots of places. I was taught by a Shadow Dragon for part of it, and a Shrine Maiden for other parts," Alptraum answers. "And some advice from one of the spirits I carry around in the dagger. She can be a bit insufferable, though."
"Then some exposure to the relic, the Light of Nala, also helped, back in the Well of Souls," Alptraum adds.
"What's this relic?" the doe asks, and finally notices the dagger hilt as well. "You spend a lot of time with spirits, don't you? And do you mean the Shrine Maiden? The one in Babel that can cure diseases? I imagine you two would be a team."
Alptraum says, "The relic Felix Kurai used to defeat the necromancers back in Sylvania in times past. An unlimited well of Life MAgic, more or less," Alptraum explains as he looks over to the doe. "And yes, I spend a lot of time around spirits. As for the Shrine Maiden; yes, we have sort of a partnership on certain matters.""
"I know that Cyprian and some of the others have worked with her on an anti-insanity spell," Candi notes, then rubs her nose. "Not sure if her abilities would apply to our new patients or not, however. Their issues don't seem to be due to disease, after all. What is your relationship with Rostre, if I might ask?"
"She helped me craft a specific spirit trap. In trade, I shaped her so she could study how it worked. That's ... more or less our relationship. Why do you ask, anyway?" Alptraum asks.
"It just seemed curious," the doe asks. "I've been checking up on her, but haven't had a chance since.. well, since the raid and having all these people to look after. Thankfully Sally and Woofio are able to manage Moggie on their own. More their area of expertise."
"Right, the pregnant skreek," Alptraum says and bobs his head slightly. "What's Rostre's state, last you saw? Knowing her, she was probably enjoying whatever it was."
"Very Fnerfy," the doe replies. "But her fur was starting to fall out. And she kept knocking things off of her worktables with her tail. She once claimed it tried to smother her in her sleep."
Alptraum laughs. "That sounds like her," he says, amused. "Thanks for not trying to dissect me, by the way."
"You haven't grabbed my ears or tail, or commented on me being naked - most Eeee in Babel have strange ideas about Lapis," Candifloss points out. "Besides, dissection is more a Spirit Mage thing, I think. Preparation of the Dead and all that. Do you have any medical issues you want looked at though?"
"Do you want me to grab you?" Alptraum has to ask, brow arched and bemused. "Other than being a vampire, which is natural for me, I cannot think of anything I would need looked at. You've already seen the mess which is my hand."
"You're a vampire too?" the doe asks in surprise. "I thought that was.. extremely rare in Babel. But you don't really look Babelite, if I'm being honest. Almost all of the vampires I know are from Sylvania or Rephidim."
"I grew up in Sylvania, though I was born here," Alptraum notes and shrugs slightly.
"Well, I think vampires are better than Nagas.. or most other carnivores," the Lapi says and shivers. "Did you see that giant Naga at the trial? The cannibal? I'm surprised I haven't had nightmares about him yet."
"I know him all too well," Alptraum remarks and hugs one knee. "Vile creature, that."
"I heard the Naga judge was pretty hard on him, but the others.. well, ended up here for the most part," the doe notes. "The one Eeee wasn't happy about it. Apparently was looking forward to execution or something. The meaner one.. well, he's not happy about anything, I think. I had to check them both over.. quite a contrast."
"Well, they're victims too, really. I cannot carry too much ill will towards them," Alptraum notes. "I'm also debating what to do about the Doctor's son; Swix. I might be able to fix him, but I'm not sure I should."
"He doesn't have any actual damage," Candi claims. "He's just a victim of a bad prenatal and post-birth environment. But he survived, which is pretty impressive. Seems nice enough as he is."
"Although he did pull my ears.." the doe adds.
"I could make him normal, maybe, but I don't know if he could cope with then understanding what he was part of," Alptraum notes. "That might be cruel as he seems happy as he is."
"You'd have to ask his mother for permission," the doe points out. "I don't think he can make that choice for himself. She has been a challenge to deal with as it is."
"She wants to die. So I imagine she refuses treatment," Alptraum notes.
"Yeah, but we've gotten her to move on to.. just depressed, I think," Candi says. "She spends more time with the Mind Mages than with me, as busy as they are with three.. well, four once we wake Passul up.. cases. But at least Sesstha doesn't have memory issues - unless actually remembering everything is her issue. I just have to make sure she eats, which is.. awkward. But there just aren't enough Life Mages to go around at the moment."
"Anything I can help with?" Alptraum asks. "Freak as I am."
"Well.. she's badly nourished," the mage explains. "She'll eat, but not properly. Soup, stew.. sure, but no live prey. Which means she just isn't getting certain visceral nutrients. It's like if a vampire decided to not feed on living animals. That causes all sorts of deficiencies over time."
"The boy doesn't know how to eat properly either," she adds.
"I can temporarily fix that, but she would have to eat or it'll return in time," Alptraum notes. "I imagine they hate what they are, from the sounds of it. I could completely change them to something else, and there is a way to make it stick."
"That's pretty drastic," Candi notes. "I thought the Skreek - I refuse to use the name he was given - would be able to get Swix to eat something, but the boy just seems to panic at the notion. Not sure if that's why the mother doesn't eat right or not."
"I don't know either," Alptraum says and shrugs. "Do you want me to at least speak to them?"
"Sure, why not?" the Life Mage says, and grins. "I'll give you my recommendation.. just have to get past Cyprian then. The Nagas and the two other Eeee are under his custody right now."
"Cyprian trusts me," Alptraum claims as he finally does try to rise. He glances at the lapi, then comments, "And you look nice naked." The Eeee winks and flashes a toothy grin.
The doe's ears drop down to hide a blush. "Well.. I hope you eat properly - don't you?" she asks to cover it.
"When I can," Alptraum says and shrugs. "Vampire meals are hard to come by in this city."
"Oh?" the doe asks, suddenly sounding concerned. "I assumed you used livestock. Do you need sapient blood then? I can let you have some if you can bite me someplace that doesn't show. And doesn't hurt too much. And.. uh.. doesn't make me too dizzy to walk or anything.."
"I don't need sapient blood," Alptraum notes, bemused. "I'm just not a livestock farmer, and going after other people's animals tends to not go over pretty well, is all."
"You mean the Yodhsunala don't.. feed you?" the doe asks, looking shocked. "I heard that they have hogs on the mountain!" She then leans over and puts her hand on Alptraum's forehead, and begins chanting a spell.
"I take care of myself," Alptraum notes as he looks cross-eyed up at the hand on his forehead.
The chanting goes on for several minutes. Alptraum can feel the spell, slightly. It isn't like kenning.. but it similar, in a very very reduced capacity. When she stops chanting, Candifloss demands, "When was the last time you fed?"
"A day or two? Something like that," Alptraum notes, "I'm used to going longish times between meals."
"But you're exhausted from whatever you did to Passul," the doe insists, taking her hand away finally. "Your vitals are.. not within Eeee norms, but I don't know if they're normal for a vampire. You can have a half-pint from me now, but later you need to visit Rostre and fill up. She's got plenty, probably wouldn't even notice it."
"I'm also not a normal Eeee," Alptraum points out and rolls his eyes. "I don't even know what counts as normal for me," he adds. "I think you really just want me to bite you."
The rabbit's ears flap up and down for a moment. "Maaaaaybe just a little," Candifloss admits. "I've been told it's supposed to be pleasant, and I could use a little 'pleasant' lately. And as a Life Mage I'm curious about what really happens. There's a theory that vampires actually need more than just blood, that there's a some sort of Spirit Magic or Life Magic involved to explain why they're so much more.. robust.. than regular Eeee."
Alptraum looks for a chair. He'd really prefer to be sitting comfortably to bite the lapi. "I've noticed that most tend to find it rather arousing when they are bitten," he notes. "Fair warning..."
"I'm a damp Lapi," Candifloss contends. "I can handle a bit of arousal. One of the first Life Magic spells a girl learns is.. uh.. not relevant." There are chairs, and a table of course, outside of the 'splash zone'. The table is covered with magical paraphernalia and medical charts.
Alptraum grabs one of the chairs, spins it around, then sits down on it and pats his lap. "Well, then be prepared to get a bit more wet," the Eeee jokes.
The Lapi checks that her rear is already dry enough, before sitting side-saddle in the Eeee's lap. "Is this going to show?" she asks.
"Well, maybe a little, unless I close it afterward. Which I can," Alptraum says as he drapes his arms around the lapi, then licks the side of her neck. "Take a deep breath," he instructs ... then doesn't even wait for it, his jaws part and he sets a firm bite upon her neck!
The doe squeaks, of course, and even struggles at first! That little surge of adrenaline really gives her blood a bit of fizz though.
And Alptraum starts nursing upon her neck. His hands also, well, wander a bit. Meaning he's caressing and gently feeling her up while he nurses. Thus includes, well, some chest fondling, and even a little lower fondling. Why, distraction from that he's also trying to ken her while nursing.
A Lapi moan isn't like other kinds. Even Skreeks sound deeper. The struggling turns more into squirming.. and Candifloss is pretty responsive, despite claims of being able to handle things.
And granted, Alptraum is cheating a little bit with Candifloss. Kenning tends to make the whole drinking bit rather, well, sensual. So do roaming fingers that are rubbing sensitive areas during it. And getting a bit wet in the process. The more she squirms, the more he torments.
"Thisss.. isn't what I expected," the doe pants, and starts grabbing back at Alptraum now.
Alptraum snickers into that bite and keeps on nursing for a bit, as well as subtly probing her with the shadow. It also means that when his jaws to release her neck, he can, and does, use the shadow to close up the puncture marks so nothing shows. HE also quits tormenting her so much with his hands and just cups the doe where he had been previously been, well, stimulating.
Once she realizes the biting is over, the Life Mage tries to lock lips with her vampiric tormentor.
Alptraum isn't entirely surprised by this and actually allows it. Bunny kissing is usually pretty nice, and they have fun tongues to play with.
They also taste very different than carnivore kisses. For whatever reason, Candifloss tastes like strawberries. And now that she has more freedom of motion and less panic, she got her legs around the bat and is gyrating her hips.. basically grinding his own hand down into his lap at this point.
Alptraum just keeps his hand there and tries to deliberately keep it so she doesnt get much stimulation from it any more. Why? Because if she's the aggressor, she can't blame him later for whatever happens!
And she does get aggressive. Maybe she's pent up, as Mages generally aren't known for being all that 'active' with one another - a general workplace sort of issue. It's always a bit of a surprise to her a little fluffy woman growl though.
So, Alptraum gets his hand free so that he can, well, free up other things covered by pants. Then he lets the lapi's grinding, well, get things into the right place. His hands are then free to, well, massage her fluffy chest while he sort of rolls his hips in the chair and she grinds down against him. "She can't blame me for this!" he thinks. Well, justifies, his actions.
Everything seems to work well, until Candi really gets going. She doesn't weigh any more than an Eeee, but that weight is a lot more compact, and she is really taking the lead with with the vertical motions. This eventually reveals the critical flaw that Alptraum overlooked.. because the flaw was in the chair. It was a typical Babelite chair made for Eeee - but not for Eeee that had a carrot-powered pile-driver in their lap. There's only a single creak for warning, and then the chair collapses under Alptraum.
"Waugh!" goes Alptraum and soon he's sitting on a pile of wood! Fortunately he had the presence of mind to hold her down when the chair gave way so she stayed in his lap when they hit the floor! His poor butt is going to be sore for days.
There's still a very loud gasp from the mage, as the impact created quite the sensation. It takes her a moment to recover.. and then she's starting up again like nothing happened, and pulling Alptraum's face into her chest (the fluff is a bit tickly) as if to ensure he doesn't escape yet.
Fine! She wants to play that way, he's going to nurse. This means the bunny may it up becoming rather milky from the experience! Let her explain that to the other mages later!
"Oooooh," Candi moans, and seems to be spurred on even more. From the way she clenches, it's possible that she's already peaked a few times by now, but the latest flurry of gyrations begins to slow to a more comfortable pace. So nursing seems to relax her a bit, at least once the milk starts flowing.
Alptraum considers it a meal supplement at this point and keeps up the nursing and hip rolls in spite of his now rather sore backside. "And she wonders where the ideas about lapis come from," he thinks, amused. "Also, this is the lapi that was all huffy towards me earlier?!"
And the Lapi that was exhausted earlier - well, magically exhausted. She soon begins to tip over backwards more as things progress, dragging Alptraum with her (since there are only so many different angles things work at) - symbolically surrendering the 'lead' to him for finishing up.
And now that Alptraum has some control, he can shift his position as needed so that he gets stimulation 'just so'. This means it's soon very much over for him as he sees stars when the time comes. Gods, that lapi worked him up it seems. Seems she got the last laugh as for a moment he feels like he blacked out. When his focus returns, he mutters, "This was not my fault."
Then the bunny bites him on the neck. Not hard enough to break the skin.. but probably hickey-worthy, if his skin and fur weren't black. It's after catching her breath for a bit that Candifloss realizes something else.. "How am I giving milk?" she asks in surprise.
"You slept with a demi-god. So of course you're pregnant now," Alptraum claims in deadpan revenge for that bite.
"What?" the woman squeaks. "Wait.. with what?" she then asks, with a bit more of a glint in her eye at.. the possibilities?
Alptraum laughs. "I'm kidding! The milk is, well, Inala related. A gift from her for helping," he explains and holds up his hands.
"So.. does it work like normal?" the doe asks. "That is, it'll keep flowing so long as something is suckling, then dry up after that stops?"
"No, it keeps flowing if I keep encouraging. Once this dries up, it'll stop," Alptraum admits.
"Awww," the bunny replies. "But.. I can probably come up with a spell. I'm surprised nobody has recorded one yet. Finally, something to play on those Chaos pranksters.. It works on men too, right?"
"No, it doesn't work on men that I know of. Though, Gorphat may have something for that," Alptraum notes, looking confused.
The doe licks her lips for a moment, then asks, "Are you done or do you want to suckle a little longer? It's good protein and fat, after all, and you do seem to burn a lot of energy!"
"I already healed the bite, so yes, I think I am done," Alptraum admits as he gently rolls off the lapi. He lies on his back for a minute or two, then pushes himself upright and stands. "And I need to check on the shedding mage and such still."
"Oh, I need to get you passed Cyprian too," Candi notes, then stretches before standing up. "I should.. probably clean up a bit first though." Her fur is all matted where it was still a bit wet. "Maybe you should check on Rostre first."
Alptraum fixes his clothing and nods. "I should. So, should I return her to normal, or re-fnerf her?" he asks.
"Well.. that's between you and her," the Mage notes, checking on Passul one more time before gathering up her clothes. "I'm not sure why she wanted to be a Fnerf in the first place.."
"She's odd," Alptraum points out, then heads out of the room as well to go check on the spirit mage.
Rostre's lair is quite a bit deeper down, into the darker, mustier and drippier area of the Tower, below the lowest of the randomly sprouting sub-towers. And this time there's no apprentices in the way, which also means Alptraum has to find the door by memory - or else just 'cheat' and search out his target's aura.
Alptraum does a bit of both. He tries to follow his memory and uses aura sense to try and make sure he's on the right track. "Mages are nuts," he thinks.
The door to Rostre's suite is ajar, though possible to air-out some of the more pungent chemicals she uses. Having a Fnerf's sense of smell may be the cause. There's also grumbling noises coming from beyond it.
Alptraum knocks on the door. "Shifter-gram," he calls out, then peeks around the door. "Where we specialize in skins, fins, and all things odd."
The view that greets Alptraum if of a rather large butt, covered in scales instead of fur. The floofy tail has degraded to just a tuft at the end of something decidedly more serpentine. "Alptraum?" a voice rassps, and a scaly head turns to look towards the door. The face is a bit.. in-between vulpine and reptilian. It still has a nose-pad, but the rest is scaled, and the ears have shrunk considerably.
"It's me," Alptruam agrees. "How are you doing? Molting a bit I see..."
The creature spins around, the tail smacking against the wall, so that Rostre is facing Alptraum. Her legs have shrunken too, giving the look of a fat, scaly Dachshund. She flicks out her tongue - which is still vulpine - out of habit, and clutches at her chest. "My boobs are almost gone and I never got to use them," the Spirit Mage laments.
"Well, I could turn you back into a fnerf," Alptraum offers as he steps the rest of the way in. "Or a vartan. Or just back to your old self."
"Nobody wanted to play with me," the woman says. There are bins full of broken glass stacked up in one corner. "Would I know how to fly as a Vartan?" she asks. "Are they considered cute?"
Alptraum says, "What sort of playing are you talking about?" Alptraum has to ask. "You'd have to learn how to fly, you won't know off hand.""
"I was hoping to get a date at leassst," the woman says, her hiss returning. "Fnerfs are awkward apparently."
"Oh. Well, I would have played with you even as a naga," Alptraum points out and shrugs. "Naga are ... enjoyable in an exotic way."
"What? Really?" the somewhat hybrid creature asks. "Even with the smell? And lack of squeezable fatty bits?"
"Yes? Squeezy bits are commonplace," Alptraum says. "And smell can be handled with a bath."
"You'd bathe with a Naga?" Rostre asks, perhaps misinterpreting Alptraum's suggestion.
"I've walked through Hell. Bathing with a naga is nothing," Alptraum says. Easier to go with it than try to correct and explain.
"Well.. I could go back to being myself then.." Rostre muses, and licks her vulpine nose-pad. She then looks down, deciding, "Scaly breasts are probably too.. Jingai though."
"Could still try to add them if you really want," Alptraum offers. "It wouldn't be permanent."
"You can mix and match like that?" Rostre asks, eyes widening. She then cups herself. Even 'reduced' from a Fnerf is still a substantial amount, even if they are scaly. "Permanent isn't necessary though.. to satisfy my curiousity.."
"It's harder to mix, but yes, I can. It'll regress faster, too," Alptraum admits.
"But will last.. a few hours?" Rostre asks.
"A few days," Alptraum notes.
"Oh! That isn't bad at all!" Rostre says with a grin. It looks weird, since she's trying to do a vulpine grin mixed with a Naga one, which is more of a gape.
"Or I could make you permanently a fnerf," Alptraum offers. "Though, your bottles may not survive that..."
"I got to eat a sandwich and some other things," Rostre admits. "That was pretty nice. Now I know what 'flavor' actually is! I think I can use a spirit overlay now to replicate it.. But for now, just my normal form - uh, with that slight modification, that is. Mammification? Do you have special terms for this sort of thing?"
"Titillating someone," Alptraum suggests with a completely straight face.
"Ooooh, I'll have to remember that!" Rostre replies, also seemingly oblivious to the dual nature of the term.
Hmm, mildly disappointing. "Well, all right, you'll want to sit down somewhere comfortable," Alptraum suggests as he pops his knuckles again. "It'll take a bit." It'll also take energy, but at least reverting takes much less, and one smallish modification is not a huge consumer, usually.
Rostre curls up on the floor as best she can with the space available. "Ready when you are!" she declares.
Alptraum walks over and places his hand right on the top of her head. Breathe in, then out ... and on that out Alptraum lets the shadow flow and ooze down over the carnival-sideshow looking mage. Once enveloped, it's a matter of 'relaxing' the form, as in releasing the shaping 'hold' and letting the body sort of flow back to normal.
There's some energy returned from the process, but not enough to actually offset the transformation - but maybe enough to compensate for the additional modification. Due to the mass involved, it takes a good ten minutes before the original form is reached. Then it's just applying a graft from some other form. The best match is probably a dragon, to keep things scaled (and not too metabolically incompatible).
Alptraum has to 'shuffle' through the mental catalog of body templates. An odd sort of sensation and thing to do, and it takes a bit of time. But eventually he does settle on one of the body templates, and yes, it's a more draconic one. Then it's a matter of isolating just part of it and places it as an overlay. Snakes with breasts ... what is the world coming to?
When it seems like everything is in place, and not likely to fall off, the shadow withdraws. Rostre is back to her Naga self, aside from the scaled breasts. They don't quite match color-wise, but manage to look 'natural' at least. They are not anywhere near as big as the Fnerf's were though. The Spirit Mage flicks her tongue a few times before focusing her eyes. "I'm back!" she declares.
Alptraum takes a few steps back. "Well, you never really left," he points out, "But your original body is back. Mostly."
"Mostly?" Rostre asks, then seems to remember her special request, and feels up her own chest. "I hadn't noticed them," she admits. "They feel warm."
"Hard not to notice them," Alptraum remarks, "At least from my viewpoint." He reaches over and pokes one.
It doesn't jiggle - but then scales tend to make for firmer containment, along with the fatty tissue being slightly different as well. Still, it causes Rostre to giggle. "Do they look good on me?" she asks.
Alptraum rubs his chin. "It's certainly a different look. But, hmm, something is missing," he observes. So, he leans in and sucks on one to see if he can get it going!
Rostre gasps. "Oh.. right.. that's what they're for.." she says, and goes rather quiet until the dragon-milk starts flowing. "This issss.. ah.. nice," she then admits. "Where did they come from?" she asks as well. Unlike most other creatures, Nagas don't purr or growl or really give any audible indication of pleasure, and hissing can mean a lot of things. But the Naga's tail twitches and quivers.
Alptraum switches to the other one for a bit, then leans back, smug. "They came from a creature called a dragon. They're often smug, pain in the butt, things," the bat explains. "They're sort of like those from Jadai, only larger."
"Dragons have these?" Rostre asks in amazement, then turns her head and makes.. coughing and hacking noises. "I can't breath fire!" she laments. "Oh.. there was going to be a bath wasn't there?"
"Was there? I suppose?" Alptraum admits. As for the attempt to breathe fire, he doesn't comment. "I assume there are baths here somewhere."
"Well.. sort of.." Rostre says, and snakes her way to another door. This one apparently leads to her private quarters, and there is a bathroom. It just isn't a Naga bathroom. There's a tub which couldn't possibly fit a Naga, but it's filled with sponges and scrubbing brushes instead, some of them with very long handles. "I don't bathe very often, as it is a bit of a chore," Rostre explains.
"Why haven't you had a better bath installed?" Alptraum has to ask as he follows her in and peers around her at the collection of sponges and brushes. "That looks tiring."
"It would mean moving to a Naga room, and there aren't that many," Rostre notes. "Plus none of them had attached laboratories. I usually have my assistant help me with this when I get around to it. Which is when I see her eyes watering all the time."
This causes Alptraum to laugh. "And now you want me to bathe you?" he asks, brow arched. "IS this some sort of fetish .... getting a demi-god to pamper you..?"
"That would have to be a very rare and frustrating fetish," Rostre points out. "And it isn't jusssst bathing, isss it?" She tries to sound.. seductive? At least she has eyelids, so can lower them a bit. Cupping her new breasts and squeezing them may be going over the top though.
Alptraum is at least able to not laugh. "We'll see where things go," he claims, amused, and works on emptying the tub some so it can then be filled with some warm water to soak the sponges and such in.
The pipes moan a bit before the water arrives. It gives Alptraum a moment to realize the toilet is still one meant for Eeee.. so how is Rostre using it? Mages must be good at improvisation.
"Could you only use hot water," Rostre asks, looking over Alptraum's shoulder.
"I can try," Alptraum says as he tries to get just hot water ... and has to check to see if it will burn him. This means checking it with his left hand.
It's certainly very warm, but not hot enough to be intolerable.
So, Alptraum fills the tub with that, then tosses in several sponges and a couple brushes. "All right," I think things are in order as he grabs one of the now wet and rather hot sponges.
There isn't exactly soap available, but rather a very large jug of some sort of green liquid. "You have to put the cleanser on them, insssstead of on me," Rostre points out helpfully. "It neutralizes odors. And makesss my scales softer."
"And probably melts fur," Alptraum mutters as he grabs the jug and puts some of the cleanser on the sponge. The Eeee then heads over to Rostre, sits on her 'tail', and starts scrubbing on her back with the sponge!
At least the goo isn't stinky or acidic. It actually lathers up with the scrubbing. And Rostre arches her back and brushes Alptraum with her tail during the scrubbing. "Yesssss.. right there at the shoulder.. ssssss..."
Alptraum has to pause now and then to rinse the sponge and get some warmer water again. They he is right back at it, working all over her back, upper, lower, shoulders, neck, and even sort of where a butt would be on someone with legs. It's oddly enjoyable, really. So is the brushing tail; far more alluring that he would have thought.
Ah, the tail. That would need to be washed too, and on some Nagas was their most sensitive area, with a sense of touch close to that of their hands and fingers (which still wasn't all that great, compared to most mammals). It usually had more blood vessels used for heat regulation as well.
Once the back is done, Alptraum cleans the sponge out well, then has to turn around and face away from the torso of the serpent so that he can work on that tail. "Just don't think of it like cleaning a giant prehensile, willie," the bat thinks to himself.
This causes more interesting reactions from Rostre, including coiling around to press up against Alptraum's back.. and lick his shoulder - when she wasn't nibbling on it instead.
"As long as she doesn't eat my head..." Alptraum thinks as he twitches and shivers in-between working on that tail ... and exploring its anatomy as much as he can.
It doesn't help that the prehensile tip keeps wrapping itself around Alptraum's forearm and squeezing it, when it isn't probing at his (slightly damp) clothes.
"What are you doing?" Alptraum ends up asking and looking over his shoulder, amused. He then has to go clean and fill the sponge again.
Looking over his shoulder just earns Alptraum a nose-lick from a long, dry tongue. If not for his wings blocking easy access, the Naga would probably be groping his chest by now. And like all Nagas.. Rostre tends to ignore legs and other below-the-waist areas. As a rule, they aren't much into butts.
Alptraum smirks. He refills that sponge and now goes around to Rostre's front. Now he works there, all over, including her new appendages and then lower down.
This causes a lot of gaping - a good sign that Rostre was heating up. And her new nipples even respond as expected! She's mostly quiet through this, but her tail is getting into position to wrap around Alptraum's legs, with the tip poking up along his inseam.
Alptraum is acting like he doesn't even notice that. Instead, he's just whistling and using the sponge ... and now an occasional brush, on the huge serpent. "Having fun?" he asks, innocently.
The Naga nods, and dangles her tongue out. Her coils are getting closer and closer to grabbing Alptraum, too.
Alptraum reaches over and flicks that tongue, because ... because. He also steps away in just enough time under the guise of cleaning the sponge, this time just water! He heads right back, though, and cleans off those scutes.
Rostre hisses at having her trap foiled, so just wraps her tail around Alptraum directly.. at least, around his legs.
Alptruam looks down, then looks up. "Yeeeessssss?" he inquires innocently, hissing out that 's' a bit, then grinning toothily.
The hiss earns a kiss! And in true Naga fashion, that means Rostre tries to fit Alptraum's entire face into her mouth, while using her tongue for the actual 'kiss' element.
Alptraum ... is sort of used to this so it at least doesn't freak him out! Still, it's awkward to tongue-kiss the naga. Especially when that tongue ends up halfway down this throat! He's also close enough he can grope her chest by feel, even if they don't jiggle.
The groping snaps Rostre out of her kiss, as the sensations are too new still. She pools back in brief confusion, then dangles her tongue out again as she pauses to enjoy it. She doesn't seem capable of handling two kinds of stimulation at once yet.
Alptraum chuckles and draws his hands back. He then leans over and nurses on her again, just because.
This results in his head being hugged, and a snout poking the top of his scalp. "Do demigodsss engage in.. wait, that's a stupid question. Thisss is Babel! Of course they do.." she hisses.
Dragonmilk always has that odd tang to it, as if it were caffeinated.
Alptraum draws back. "Engage in pleasant conversation and philosophy? Of course we do," the Eeee claims, completely straight-faced.
"Bah, I can get that from anyone in the tower!" the Spirit Mage complains. "I want you to make me a woman!"
"You already are a woman!" Alptraum points out, grinning. He's in an impish mood tonight it seems.
"Not in that way," Rostre says.. and then lets go of Alptraum to cover her face with her hands, finally spreading her fingers to peek out and admit, "I'm ssstill a virgin."
Alptraum's brow arches. "Really? That's hard to believe," he admits. "And the size difference would make things ... complicated," he adds, "Unless I became a naga or somesuch..."
"You can do that?" Rostre asks. "And.. I am a Spirit Mage. We are considered spooky. I was trained from childhood."
"Yes, I can do that," Alptraum confirms.
"I did not know you could change yourself that much," Rostre says in surprise. "Would you do that for me?" she then asks hopefully.
"I cooooould, sure," Alptraum concedes, "But we'll need more room..."
"How much room?" Rostre asks, wide-eyed. "Do we need to use the raftersss too?"
"Well, enough to fit two nagas," Alptraum points out. The naga he kenned in Chronotopia wasn't small, after all.
"You mean a room without breakables?" Rostre asks, looking thoughtful. "There'sss the old.. stadium? Arena? It is a round area, with stands for sssitting, and almost as wide asss the tower."
"Well, that would be big enough, sure," the Eeee concedes.
"Do we need an audience though?" Rostre asks uncertainly. "I don't know what the room has been used for since.."
"No, we don't need an audience. I'd rather not have one," Alptraum notes dryly.
"The arena isss lower down in the tower," Rostre says, and starts to squirm around Alptraum so she can get out of the bathroom. She does pause and ask, "Do I need to cover these? I notice the other females go out of their way to do so."
"I don't see why you would need to," Alptraum claims as he moves out of the way as best he can. He'll follow her out, of course.
"That makes things easssier!" the Naga claims, and hurries out into the laboratory.. and then into the hallway towards the stairs. Naga don't take stairs as quickly as they do flat surfaces, so Alptraum doesn't have any trouble keeping up. It's five more levels down before they arrive in an arena - although one without a 'pit' - the bleachers go right to the floor. There are piles of junk here and there, and what looks like a very complex, and very broken, orrery. The floor of the arena is still covered in what looks like wood shavings though.
"What a mess," Alptraum comments as he peers about the space. "I'm not sure what this was used for," he adds as he walks more towards the center of the arena. There he sits down amongst the wood shavings. "Right, so ... I'll be back in a bit," he comments and closes his eyes. It's like meditating, really. Breathing in and out slowly, then letting the shadow ooze out from every poor until he's floating in its darkness. In that place he finds a form he's not used in a long time; a naga from Chronotopia. This form he 'overlays' on himself, then as if he were liquid, he slowly spreads out to 'fill' it.
The Naga performer from the Chronotopian amusement park was pretty big. It takes Alptraum some time to manage the extensive transformation (and he'll definitely need to visit Tulani soon as a result), but eventually the shadow withdraws. Being a Naga is.. different. Cooler, certainly, almost a bit numb. But when you use most of your body to move with, having it be sensitive would be extremely distracting.
Rostre even claps at the sight. "So that's what it looksss like! And.. you're bigger than me now," she notes.
Nagatraum uncoils slowly and stretches, including a yawn that dislocates that jaw for a moment. He pops it back in soon enough, though. "There," he hisses, "Do you approve?" His long tail flicks about slowly.
Hands go to Rostre's muzzle, and she quivers. "Yesss," she says. "What do we do next?"
Nagatraum slithers over and coils his body around Rostre. "We do what nature dictatessss," he says, right before kissing her this time, and his hands come up to massage those mammary bits on her.
The seem warmer to Naga hands, and Rostre hasn't lost any of her worked-up heat yet. She does kiss back though! At least she's probably done that much with another Naga before (but who knows, it could have been her college roommate). She stairs entwining her own coils with Nagatraum now.. and the sensation is pretty potent, given the shear amount of physical contact involved.
The odd parts will be getting familiar with anatomy position again; he's usually only been on the receiving end of a naga as the crasy rat, after all. But, he does at least know where things are. So, it's a lot of kissing, coiling, and coil-rubbing until he starts to feel parts line up. Granted, it will take a while for his body to get 'ready'; naga are not exactly fast on the draw so to speak. But, with the tight coiling, it'll be like growing into her when it happens.
Another issue is the hemipene.. supposedly one or the other will be the one to use. Rostre certainly isn't big enough for both. It also takes an extra turn around her to line up both 'loins' and torsos to keep their heads at nearly the same level.
It's ... tricky. But when things start to happen and he feels something enveloping part of himself, the newly minted naga lets out a hiss and squirms a bit. "There..." he manages out, his own jaws gaping and tongue hanging.
Rostre is biting Alptraum's throat by that point.. or else hanging on. She has very tiny teeth instead of fangs, so it isn't painful - and a Naga throat is pretty thick, so it's not like her jaws will close off his breathing either. She's also grabbing onto him with her claws, and of course squeezing with her tail. Without any hips, she can only resort to muscle action at the point of union - but she's got serious muscles there.
And with Naga, it's more of a twisted writing mass, than the more undulating mammalian approach to such things. Nagatraum's head is arched back, making Rostre's bite relatively easy for her to do, and he's also holding onto her now as well. Trying to do much with her chest while like this isn't really, well ... things are coiled a bit too tightly for that!
It's a good thing there is plenty of room too, because all of the rolling and squirming is using up all of it. The whipping and flailing does eventually knock over one of the piles of garbage (which had a statue of someone in it.. with the head missing) to cause some noise.
Nagatraum realizes they might end up with an audience after that ... but he's a little too preoccupied to think too much on that. The amount of overall stimulation is pretty amazing. It feels like just one large body instead of two distinct ones to him.
As a result.. things match up. Hearbeat and even breathing synchronizes, along with body temperature. The main thing separating them, ironically, is where they are joined up. Nagatraum is very aware of the muscular contractions of Rostre's cloaca. But he lacks any of the cues to know if either of them are closing in on release. He just knows that when it does happen, it can be a bit drawn out.
And that's okay. It doesn't have to be intense; it's interesting. It's a completely different sort of feeling, so alien, and so enjoyable. He just continues on as he has been, writhing, squeezing, rolling, and caressing, until something happens. He even bites on her now and then when she takes a moment to release his neck.
It's a very slow sort of passion, but it's still passion - and ends in the expected way. It isn't a spasming explosion - involuntary muscle spasms at Naga-scale could be devastating! It takes its sweet time, matching up with the beating of their hearts like a wave. There also isn't the usual exhaustion afterwards, quite the opposite: with body temperatures so worked up, it's like having an adrenaline boost.
It leaves Nagatraum seeing starts for a moment! He's also loathe to unwind from Rostre; he's quite comfortable at the moment. But, he does remember the crash of the statue and looks around for a moment to see if they did gain an audience. "Egad. It's so good I'm not actually compatible with most people or I would have children everywhere," he thinks.
Nobody has rushed to see what caused the thud. But it is an Eeee-built tower. There could be sound-proofing. The statue might have been of the old Sabaoth though.
Nagatraum takes a few deep breaths, then slowly starts to unwind himself from the mage.
Soon enough, both serpents revert to their own separate body rhythms. Rostre is quiet, and slow to disentangle herself. "Sssso.. that'ssss what I've been missssing.." she hisses.
"More, or lessssss, than what you were expecting?" Nagatraum inquires and he coils his lower two-thirds into a pile to rest upon. "I do not ussssse thisssss form often".
"More? I don't know what I was expecting, really," Rostre says. "I thought it would feel more like.. using magic."
"No .... doesssn't feel much like that," Nagatraum has to concede. "You mussst think me sssstrange now."
"Ssstrange?" Rostre asks, finally lifting her torso up. She cups her breasts as well. "Sssstrange how?"
"I can change mysseeelf and othersss," Nagatraum points out. "Mossst who know find that unnerving."
"That isss typical god-level sstuff though," Rostre notes. "Transsformation iss a common theme. It doesss make it clear that you are the Barsunala though."
"Ssshape-ssshifting and ssssseducing everyone?" Nagatraum jokes. "I ssssupose I should return to normal, though."
"Already?" Rostre asks. "Can I help you recover the energy you have ssspent on me?"
"You wissssh me to remain like thissss?" Nagatraum inquires.
"I ssuppose that is too much to ask," Rostre admits. "But, if you feel like it sometime.. we could go out someplace. I might feel more comfortable leaving the tower with a big, strong Naga.."
"We can go out if you want," Nagatraum offers. After all, the cost is more in the shifts, than it is in maintaining them, at least. "You will need to dresssss, though. Sssso will I for that matter."
"I have my robess," Rostre claims. "And.. that is all I have. They don't try to burn mages ssstill, do they?"
"Not that I have ssseen," Nagatraum concedes. "I am sssure we could find a heat bar to go to."
"I have not been to one of thosse in ages!" Rostre claims. She then salutes and says, "I will guard you while you change back to an Eeee."
"I thought I would go asssss thissss," Nagatraum points out.
"Oh, I didn't mean to go out tonight," Rostre says. "I thought you still had Barsunala things to do.." Of course, she doesn't know that Alptraum was going to be meeting with more Nagas anyway.
"Ah, yesss, I do. Another night, then?" Nagatraum concedes as he coils down in prep to shift back. "Ssssee you on the other ssside." he adds, then disappears back into shadow to 'revert' back to Alptraum.
As usual, it's easier to revert back to Alptraum - even if it isn't 'technically' his default form. But it's certainly familiar. Once the shadow finishes, he does feel a bit drained though.
"Wow, now I'm tired," Alptraum admits once the shadow recedes and he's dressing. His movement is a bit slow, too. "That takes a lot out of me."
"I can carry you," Rostre offers. "Do you need sssustenance?"
"I need ... life magic essence," Alptraum admits. "Or maybe spirit. I'm not drained in quite the physical way."
"Oh, I can probably do spirit," Rostre says, and winks. "What form do you need it in?"
"Raw is fine," Alptraum says, now dressed and stretching out to re-familiarize limbs.
"You can devour a spirit?" the mage asks, and then scoops Alptraum up into her arms to carry him out of the arena.
"I can, yes," Alptraum admits.
"I can create an energy pool," Rostre claims. "It isss used for testing new mages. Raw Spirit Magic, that they can draw on and shape."
"That should work fine, I think," Alptraum admits. "I know I can feed off the Light of Nala." He also oddly feels like a pet in the arms of a naga.
Rostre doesn't seem to treat him any different while carrying him though. Soon she has Alptraum back in her lab, where she puts him into the lone chair, and goes about her preparations. She draws her magic circles.. onto her breasts. Then she begins the charging ritual, which gives Alptraum time for a quick nap if he wants.
And a quick nap he decides to take. He needs the rest. It has been a long day. So, he leans back and closes his eyes, wings wrapped about himself.
Alptraum is awoken by a sense of weight.. because Rostre is half onto his lap. "It isss ready," she says, giving the sleeping Eeee a few nudges.
Alptraum opens his eyes slowly. "Hhng?" he says intelligently. "Ah, ready?"
The Mage's aura is different.. mainly because her breasts are glowing with energy. She's really determined to get as much use out of them as she can while they last, apparently.
This makes Alptraum laugh. "Well, that's a new use for them," the Eeee has to admit. He reaches out with his right hand and places it over one of the glowing breasts. He has to be careful, though, to just try to absorb the energy and not her.
The shadow fills Alptraum's palm.. and for a moment he has a flashback to when there was a mouth there. It really feels like the shadow is suckling as if it did have a mouth there. But it does work; energy is being drawn off. Also some milk, but that can be absorbed as well.
"I can safely say this is a first", Alptraum admits. His ears are twitching a lot from the disturbing sensations in his hand.
Rostre gapes again. The effects of storing magic in one's own body and what it feels like being drawn out.. are a mystery to Alptraum. But it must feel nice to the Naga.
And Alptraum keeps it up. Once one has been bled dry, he switches over to the other. "This is so very odd," the Eeee thinks. And that's saying something for one that lives most of the time as a Yodhgorphat.
Once the last bit of magic is drawn out, Alptraum feels a bit less fatigued. Not recharged.. but no longer running on empty at least. The overstimulated breasts are still leaking a bit once he's finished though.. not that Rostre seems to mind. She licks some of the milk up herself.
Alptraum draws his hand back, then leans forward and licks each nipple. "Thank you, that helped," he says. "And now I suppose I should be going. Things to do."
"I look forward to ssseeing you again," Rostre says, and bows. "Thank you for indulging me, Barsunala."
"It was my pleasure," Alptraum says once he can rise. He bows to the naga, then turns and heads to the door. Now it's time to talk to ... the Doctor. This won't be pleasant, but it has to be done at some point. The question is ... what exactly can he say to change things? Should he even try to help the son? There are rarely clear answers anymore.