After Snowcora had her (further) fun with Mave, it was time for Alptraum to have his 'talk' with her about security issues. This meant that Mave actually left for her private sleeping area while the shadow transformation took place.
"Should I unpack the chains and shackles?" Maves asks when Alptraum arrives.
Alptraum's brow arches a little at that. "I think you would have far too much fun with that," he points out at he leans on the doorframe. "So, about your little jaunts out without telling anyone," he notes, "That's rather dangerous for you, you know."
"What makes you think that I'm in any danger?" Mave asks, tilting her head so her hear spills over one shoulder.
"Rizalka saying how dare you still be alive, for one," Alptraum points out. "I rather imagine she wouldn't mind you being made more dead. And there are Yodhsunala I don't particularly trust, as well."
"I'm not concerned by Rizalka," Mave claims. "She wants to stay on your good side.. so murdering other Yodh isn't a likely thing to happen. Besides, she'll be busy gearing up for the Day of Blakat."
"Day of Blakat? I probably don't want to know," Alptraum remarks dryly as he walks over. "The General would also probably want to get a hold of you given your association to me."
"Association?" Mave asks. "We've never been seen together. Nobody knows where you 'live' either. Have you been telling people things? Also, I had a 'police' escort to the trial. All of the witnesses not staying in the Coalition Tower did. Even Koldesh, if you can believe it. I also know quite a few secret ways to move about the city. The Yodhinala aren't gone, Alptraum. We're just underground."
"And the Day of Blakat is when the Yodhblakat can go around and claim children to be raised as Yodhblakat. Usually those with red hair or fur."
"The General knows I am working with all the Yodh, so yes, you would be a target," Alptraum points out. "And yes, I can believe it. There are plenty that would have preferred to silence what was announced at the trial."
"Plenty then.. fewer now, I imagine," Mave says. "But it was important that I be there, Alptraum. The Yodh had to respond to the call."
"I know it was important. I just prefer to know about it so I can keep my senses active in specific ways," Alptraum says. "I prefer to limit unknowns as much as possible; lets me think out several ways I can play a situation, so to speak. Or put another way, know your mark when you're playing a hand. I like having many cards up my sleeve."
"So, which card am I then?" Mave asks, sitting cutely on the edge of the bed.
"That depends on what deck is being used," Alptraum claims as he sits on the edge of the bed. He reaches over and pulls Mave suddenly across his lap, face down! "For example, Hexen has a rather ... interesting deck. One card was the Whore of Hearts. It was painted about how you would expect with such a thing."
"Ohhh?" Mave says, trying not to overtip her balance by keeping her wings in tight. "You do remember that I was able to handle myself when you went after that sorcerer back in Sylvania, don't you?"
Alptraum swats Mave on the butt, firmly! "I also remember what you did in the Well," He notes as he leans down and whispers in her ear. "And about donations required to smack a Yodhinala."
"Well, that depends on what kind of donation you're offering," Mave says, looking over her shoulder with a grin. "And what I seem to be realizing is that after the Well and the battle with Dack.. you're worried about my safety now. You care about me!"
"You should be thankful I have at least tabled the thought of chaining you here with piercings through your orb," Alptraum remarks dryly and with a completely straight face. He also swats her butt again.
Mave squeaks cutely and not at all believably. "There are special hooks on the bedpost for holding the chains," she notes, and since her arms are free she reaches down and tries to slap Alptraum.. wherever she can reach.
Alptraum grabs her hands and holds them down. "I could use that reverse chastity belt on you from the trial," he threatens.
"I'm sure Laxus stole that from the Temple.. or else had it with him while he was making his house call," Mave claims.
"You actually used those?" Alptraum has to ask as he fishes around for something to chain Mave to the bed with.
Mave notices Alptraum's looking about, and says, "I offered to unpack things before you started, remember.."
Alptraum swats Mave's butt again. Then once more, harder. "Fine, go get them," he concedes.
Mave does an impressive move, where she turns, stands on her hands and somehow manages to get her legs wrapped around Alptraum. This is to keep her in his lap while she bends down double to reach under the bed and retrieve a small chest. At least it's a good position if Alptraum decides to learn the bongos.
He seems more content to tickle her instead. And does.
The chest contains Rug'rhat wool-lined wooden shackles and wooden chains.
And Alptraum grabs them and starts trying to affix one to Mave's right wrist. "You know, I could get you pregnant," he warns. "We are actually compatible."
"I'm a bit old for that," Mave points out. "Why else would I have had you get my granddaughters pregnant?"
"You are't that old, and I have amplified fertility," Alptraum counter-points out as he hooks on the shackle on her right wrist now, then pushes her onto her back on the bed and works at affixing her arms above her head to the bedposts.
"You've done this before?" Mave asks with a grin. "And even if I had any eggs left, they'd be pretty stale. And I'm fairly certain I don't have any. Used them all up!" she claims.
"Oh, some exposure to the light could fix that," Alptraum points out as he works on her ankles now. As for if he has done this before, he refuses to answer.
The hooks on the bedposts and boards do make it easy - just hook the appropriate chain loop (all carved from a single sapling probably) over the proper hook.
Alptraum now has Mave spread on the bed. So, he tickles Mave for a bit before grabbing a blindfold and wrapping it over her eyes! Then worse, Alptraum disappears for a moment. When he returns, her world changes again as he puts soft wax in her ears to deafen her!
"Is this something you picked up from Gorphat?" Mave has to ask.
There is no answer, save for his bite on her neck! And there he nurses for a few minutes. He doesn't really need to feed, though, so it's to mess with Mave.
"You didn't need to go through this much effort just for a bite you know," Mave claims with a chuckle.
There's also a lot of groping. Then he slides down and nurses a bit lower until Mave, well, at least seems pregnant in one aspect with how her chest responds!
The former High Priestess.. well technically veteran High Priestess, since the position is hers again by default.. coos and makes pleased sounds at the suckling. "Memories.." she says.
That nursing continues for a little bit. Then he slips down a little lower. This time he's kissing a different sort of lips. Tongue is involved!
"This doesn't count as spanking you know," Mave claims as she wiggles her hips about. She doesn't taste over-the-hill.
This may not, but suddenly there is a rather sharp pain down there! Alptraum just bit her orb! With his fangs!
That causes a squeak! "Still not spanking!" Mave reiterates a moment later though.
Then there's some uncomfortable tugging and poking where he just bit! Then there's an odd soothing feeling as the flowing, odd, sensation of shadow follows. "Who said I would just spank?" he asks, though eh sounds rather muffled.
"Did you find my collection of rings?" Mave has to ask.
Alptraum's response to that is repeated sharp pains as he bites Mave down there in evenly spaced areas! There's tugging with each, then soothing shadow that follows.
"Ah, it's been awhile since I had any jewelry down there.." Mave says, guessing at what Alptraum is up to.
More than Nicora has, if the number of bites Alptraum does is any indication. Though he still doesn't answer as he lifts her up, making her stretch a bit since she's chained to the bed. And now Alptraum starts to spank her! That's when she discovers he hooked weights down there so that with each swap things bob and tug! It's ... well, slightly painful, yes.
Mave laughs and giggles at the sensations! "You should flip me over to give a proper spank-n-tug!" she suggests.
That does require unhooking her for a bit. But, he grudgingly does so. Soon Mave is now face down, though on her knees so her butt is up. This means things hand down and tug constantly. And when there is a swat ... boy do things swat and feel a bit stretched! "Hey, look at that," thinks look stretched out, almost like the High Priestess of Gorphat," he says, muffled. Now that was mean.
Mave actually swings things back and forth. "You aren't supposed to slap with your palm.." she claims, not able to hear what Alptraum just said.
Things change up. He's using some sort of, well, crop. That he probably learned from Hortense. It's also handy in that he can swat, well, the bits with danglies too.
"Ah, now you're starting to get into it!" the Yodhinala claims. She's moving her hips not to make the weights swing back and forth, until she's spanking herself with them.
And Alptraum is apparently trying to make things rather puffy and swollen down there. The Yodhgorphat aren't the only ones with swollen bits sometimes, after all! This is mixed with ... egad, where did Alptraum get ice? Ice on the outside, then occasionally slipped inside! That combined with the heat from the swelling tends for some, ah, sharp sensations.
The ice does not last long! But does make things a lot wetter. "What would Tulani think if she wandered in?" Mave laughs. "I expect something warmer after that!"
Nope, more swatting! Then the crop is used in ... creative ways. But, nope, no tongue, nor anything else. "And now your real punishment. I'm leaving you here, like this," Alptraum says in her ear, loud enough for her to hear. Then he gets up and the room goes quiet.
Mave is still able to make the crop do things. She might be trying to twirl it around. "Won't be the first time I've had to finish on my own," she claims.
Except with her arms and legs secured, and nothing else there, she just has the weights ... and they're positioned just right to make it really hard to go beyond teasing.
Nonetheless, Mave still does her best. She manages to get the riding crop to move deeper seemingly on its own. She has very good muscle control.
Except for when someone removes it, leaving her with nothing but the weights.
"Ah, you're still there!" Mave says when that happens. "What more do you want to see?"
There's no answer. And there is several minutes of nothing... Then she feels someone drape onto her back ... and suddenly she's full down there! The studding is familiar enough, at least, the the body is ... heavy, and oddly smooth.
Mave does let out an 'oof' at the unexpected weight. Since she's just being supported by her knees she sinks slightly. "Hmmm, am I supposed to guess at your form?" she then asks.
There's no answer to that question, just a lot of undulation and of Mave feeling very full.
The Yodhinala sways, and guesses anyway. "Maybe a dragon.. but Tulani would definitely sense that.. Naga?" she asks.
Again, no reply. Just a whole lot of rolling and trying to, well, see if Mave will actually finish! Or is even remotely close for that matter.
The Eeee woman doesn't seem in any particular hurry, and she does accommodate things well.. if anything, the extra stretching means there's less for the weights to pull. She also moves rapidly enough to get those weights swinging again.. fairly close to sensitive things.
That risk doesn't seem to worry whatever form it is. And the answer is clear enoug when it drapes on her back, and coils around her legs. Naga, it definitely is. The other giveaway was when there was a shift and well, both entries down there were suddenly filled. The fact a forked tongue also licks along her ear doesn't help.
"Sooo.. only one of those will work.. so which one do you want it to be?" Mave asks, and then clenches down on both in turn.
Again, no answer! Alptraum seems intent on being frustrating to her to some degree! He's also using each equally, so either one could be the one.
Mave isn't about to leave things to chance. But she does tease, seeming to work one over the other.. and then switching her focus. It's a race! She even manages to use the weights to give more sway to her hips, since her legs are a bit more immobilized now than when they started.
Alp Alptraum uses coils and pure strength to keep from him popping before she does! He's stopping things before it gets too much, lets it cool, then starts right back up. Granted while during these pauses he's still using his tail tip to tickle her Orb.
It isn't clear if Mave has a limit.. or has just reached it a few times already without letting on. She certainly has her.. well, not professional pride the but Yodh equivalent. She bobs and squeezes and rocks, seeming to try even harder whenever Alptraum is trying to 'cool off' for a bit. Even with the girth issues, she's still managing to 'suckle' on him.
After what has to be several hours, Alptraum does give up so to speak and really just goes at her, deciding to get it over with! So, it's a whole new sort of scaley spanking from him behind her.
"Ahh! That's the proper way to spank a Yodhinala!" Mave declares, and does her best to return the action. The weights are clanking against one another now as well!
Nagatraum bites onto Mave's neck, which feels rather odd, admittedly, as the serpent really goes at it, and probably moments away from, well, making some part of her even more full.
Mave is definitely trying to choose which part, working the lower shaft a bit more (but that's where her muscle control is strongest anyway). After all, that's Inala's gate.. she not going to let Gorphat's mouth win!
And then Alptraum frustratingly tries to make the mouth win, just to be contrary!
"Oh no you don't," Mave claims, redoubling her efforts.. and clamping down to try and restrict movement in the alternate path!
And then Alptraum shudders and things twitch in Gorphat's mouth! She may not have done enough to stop him! That is until things twitch more below and she feels things, well, explode in the lower end, making her gate and womb feel intensely full. Enough that she leaks from there around the naga bit.
"See, there is a proper way to things," Mave says, continuing to roll her hips.
"Hah," Nagatraum hisses as he Continues to roll for a bit, then has to uncoil and withdraw from her. "Next time will be Gorphat's Mouth," he hisses in her ear as he slithers back, leaving her alone. (Probably so he can shift back to normal).
"You can try that with Tulani..." Mave suggests. "I don't think she's done that yet. At least not from the noises I've heard you two making so far.."
"No, it's more fun if it is you," A regular-sounding Alptraum says as he pulls the wax from her ears and goes about untying her after that.
"Well, there may be extra donation required," Mave notes. "Or are you just trying to stave off your own service to Gorphat that you've been neglecting?"
"Guh, don't remind me of that. I need to return to that Temple," Alptraum mutters as he pulls off the blindfold. Alptraum did pierce her down below, it turns out, and more than Nicora has. There's a ring through the orb, of course, and four down each side. Lots of places to hang stuff ... and the eights are still attached.
Mave ignores the weights for now, and pats Alptraum. "It can't be that bad, since you're also the High Priestess," Mave notes. "Surely you can delegate some of it."
"Heh, some, yes, but not all," Alptraum points out as he dresses and prepares to leave. He heads for the door and looks over his shoulder, noting ominously, "Next time, it'll be Nicora who beds you."
"That will require certain permissions," Mave claims. "Different Yodh aren't supposed to mingle like that. Only the Barsunala can service all of them."
"I'm sure such can be arranged," Alptraum says ominously. "Now, just be careful. There aren't so many nice monsters like me."
"Well, you're my favorite monster then," Mave claims, and stretches. "I'll have to wash up now.."
"You enjoy bathing anyway," Alptraum says with a smirk, then leaves Mave to her 'fate'.
Since entering the Temple and transforming into Nicora, none of the 'blessings' seem to have kicked in yet - at least not in the few minutes she's been Nicora. This makes it easier to walk to her chambers though. Upon entering something seems a bit off though, until the walls start to move. Curled up, hanging or just staying to the shadows, the Hoshim emerge. They're much bigger now, the four of them nearly as tall as Nicora. And the bug-men are clearly eager to welcome her back it seems, as they all reach for her.
The fact she isn't in pain or oozing like mad is novel enough for the Yodhgorphat. It gave her time to get used to her deformed and scarred body on the walk. The saggy and floppy multiple breasts in particular, along with her waxy-feeling skin. Even the smell doesn't bother her here, it's sort of ... 'nice', like she missed it. That's right up until she spots the Hoshim and she starts backing u quickly for the door. "Ah, good day, my children," the High Priestess burbles nervously. "All is well, I hope?"
"Did-a-Chick!" the largest of them clacks, and makes odd gestures with his strange hands and arms. Some of them are clearly 'come here' ones though.
Nicora eyes them oddly, but they are her children. So, in spite of feeling nervous about them and their size, she approaches them slowly.
The quartet quickly swarm around her, buzzing and clicking and 'Chuck'-ing and 'Chick'-ing. They make it clear that they want her to lay down on her bed!
"Okay, okay!" Nicora says, actually laughing a little at their antics. She's not sure what they want, but she feels fine for once so goes ahead and heads to the bed, then sits, spins, and lies down slowly on it and stretches out.
They pair up on each side of her, kneeling on the floor - then each one takes either a primary or secondary breast (which have plenty of stretch to them) and begin to nurse on their 'mother' - with their multi-part mouths. It's not the most pleasant physical sensation, but it does mean the green milk starts flowing again at least.
Nicora's lips draws up into a grimace. Her lactating is never comfortable. Her breasts always feel like they have too much pressure when they are producing, and those mouths of theirs are nut gentle, soft, lips, upon those sensitive teats. Still, there's something nice about being home and having her children dote on her. So, in spite of the discomfort and outright pain, she coos softly to them and even caresses them here and there with her hands.
Just as things start to become comfortable - or at least tolerable - a shadow looms up from the foot of the bed. For a moment Nicora thinks it's Hosheb.. but the resemblance isn't quite there. This creature seems more Eeee than bug, but it still takes a moment to realize that it's Penance's child Hoshuosin - the Bargorphat. He's outpaced the Hoshim in growth, being adult sized. Maybe larger. And while he's not fully half bug, he still shows hybridization in certain areas. His Hosheb-challenging phallus is armored, but around the base is a fringe of fleshy, squirmy tentacles that are either producing or churning up the familiar green slime. The sacred temple monster also kneels, but is still well above the bed. He lets out a garbled, hissing word: "Auntie."
This causes Nicora's brow to go up a bit. She had not expected such changes in him, or such frightening ... bits! Her own head-tentacles squirm about nervously as well. "What does he want?" the High Priestess wonders. She does reach out around the Hoshim, though, and tries to caress his cheek. "Hello, handsome Hoshuosin," she burbles at him. "My how you've grown! Mother Gorphat must be so proud of you. What do you wish of Her High Priestess?"
The Bargorphat leans forward at the touch, then grabs onto Nicora's shoulders and holds her in place as he plunges into her without warning. Even as 'loose' and floppy as Nicora is, there's still a good bit of drag due to Hoshuosin's size. The tentacles also grab on with their suction cups, taking advantage of the furless nature of Nicora's skin.
That ... hurts. She may have little firmness in her nethers anymore, but that armored bit and its width still manage to stretch her to a painful point. And since she wasn't 'aroused' she was at least drier than usual down there, increasing how much the chitin pulls on that delicate area. Her loins are aching and burning from it within seconds! But, her jaw sets and she does not plead for him to stop; the Yodhgorphat endure, and though she tries to endure this brutal, stretching, assault upon her tentacle-grabbed Wound. So, the only sounds that escapes ger gritted teeth are grunts and many, many, pained hisses.
At least things become somewhat lubricated as the green, frothy slime works its way in. It's making things feel.. odd. A little tingly, but with no idea what that tingle will lead to. Some of the Hoshim are complaining at the intrusion though, and this makes them grab and tug a bit harder on Nicora's breasts and teats - as if making sure the bigger bug-man doesn't get any.
In spite of herself, Nicora's hips are already moving, her Wound swallowing and grinding against the armored bit of Hoshuosin, that tingle driving her to try and push more of that green frothy slime deeper into her Wound. The pulling on her teats make her grunt and hiss more as she feels them stretch painfully. Hopefully it won't leave her already distended nipples a bit more stretched after this.
Whatever encouragement Nicora gives, Hoshuosin returns double until the Yodhgorphat doesn't even have to move her hips because her rear is bouncing up on the rebound. The one alarming thing, however, is that it's impossible to tell what the Bargorphat is feeling, due to the plates on his face giving him a frozen expression, except for the uncovered Eeee mouth and jaw. Which also isn't giving away much. The creature simply may not know that there's an end-goal - and the armor may be deadening any potentially pleasurable sensations. The tentacles must be sensitive though.
And it's not entirely pleasurable for her, for that matter, things are stretched rather tight, making the skin and her insides ache a bit along with that tingle. Still, she serves Gorphat, and these are Her creatures. So, she rides this out, occasionally gasping from moments when she does feel some pleasure ... and hissing more often than not from the pain of it all. Her back arches a little and her head rolls back.
Something like a switch goes off, given how deep Hoshuosin is going. Nicora feels a bit damper now, as the menstruation from hell starts up finally. This also spurs the monster to go at it even harder and faster, actually causing the fluids to 'splash' outward with each impact, even through the tentacles.
Now Nicora groans in agony as she feels waves of cramping start in her gut, as well as a lot of bloating! So much for feeling so normal earlier, with no blessings, no pain, no itches, and no urges. The noises made each time the bug-Eeee buries itself are disturbing and squelchy, along with significant amounts of thick, green, and glowing ooze splurting out around it. "Uuuuuugh," Nicora thinks in her haze of tormenting pain.
The pounding really starts to hurt - especially as it moves her entire body, which causes the Hoshim to tug harder as well. It seems to go on forever too, making a bigger and bigger mess. Finally there's a burning sensation as Hoshuosin slows to a stop. Whatever he delivered into her is probably the cause.. and for once the bleeding is a blessing as it carries the sensation away.
Nicora's hips shudder hard when the burning starts as she haves some perverse sort of climax from it, though it is hardly one anyone could call pleasurable by any measure. She also cries out in pain, tears running down her cheeks by this point. "Mother ... what are they doing to me?" the High Priestess thinks as she lays there, panting, as she feels her insides burn, but that burn slowly fade as things ooze. Her teats on her upper chest by this point well and truly hurt; she's certain there's more damage to them from the violent nursing.
The reply is barely there, almost just an impression that seems to say, "Priming you." Indeed, everything is flowing again now. The Bargorphat pulls back, covered in gore, and then just sort of staggers out of the room. The Hoshim also finish, leaving Nicora to 'fill up' again now that things have been restarted. Hopefully (or not) this isn't how her blessings will need to be restarted every time now.
"Goddess," Nicora murmurs as she tries to sit up wealy, her body shaking from the assault. The smell also hits her, the rank stench that comes from her nethers, rotten and pungent. It even overpowers the sour smell that comes from the disturbingly thick green slime-milk that is oozing from her overly bloated breasts. She uses this moment to try and recover some ... but to also check herself for injuries to her breasts. She also has to sit with her legs spread because, well, gas escapes tend to cause occasional explosive releases of her foul menstrual blood.
Things definitely look bruised.. including between her legs and along her inner thighs. There's also a familiar sound from the corridor beyond the suite - that of a bucket swinging and bouncing off of a leg.
Nicora inspects herself, noting the loose, swollen, and floppy state of things between her legs, her vulva bulging like a horrible infected wound. Her teats, not longer, but really inflamed and hurting. The sound of the bucket makes her ears flick, then she realizes that along with Otto, well, soon the flies will return to her too and make their nest within her Wound. Why, exactly, did she want to come back here?
Otto arrives, with a bucket that's already sloshing a bit. "Welcome back, High Priestess," the Skreek says, bowing his head for a moment. Then he reaches into the bucket and pulls out a giant worm-leech. "You're needed down at the big tent."
"Hello, Otto," Nicora says slowly, her tone indicative of her being in obvious pain. Her eyes flick to that leech and her ears twitch. But, she reaches out to the creature and takes it from him. Then she stands up slowly and presses the mouth of the creature firmly against her wound and tries to relax. She remembers all too well how the leeches anchor themselves to her Wound and in Gorphat's Mouth. "Is there something wrong in Camp," she asks as she waits for the leech to firmly attach and insert.
"You need to be milked, I think," Otto says, and then scoops up Nicora in his arms once the leech is all connected up. "Were you involved in that big trial? The horribs were out as well."
Nicora grunts as the tail of the leech is now over a foot inside her and curled to anchor itself snugly. The head is sucked on tight and its tongue-rasp is several inches inside her, scraping away at her rapidly growing lining. "I can walk," the High Priestess claims as she is lifted up. "I was involved indirectly. I could not testify to anything they did, but I helped locate them with the horribs."
"The city must be grateful," Otto says, still carrying Nicora into the corridor. At the claim that she can walk on her own, the Skreek pauses. "Are you sure you don't want me to carry you? I enjoy it. Even if your tail tries to bite me."
"You may carry me if you like," Nicora concedes. With the leech attached, the best she can walk is a rather 'pregnant woman waddle' sort of way anyway, and she would be slow due to the irregular annoying cramping she undergoes. How did Magog not notice this, is one thought, and another is how much like a Yodhmagog she's slowly becoming.
The trip through the Temple shows that more work has been done in the main area. The partitions look sturdier, and there are even arrows painted on the floor in different colors to help guide people to the proper area. There still just a few Yodhrinala about, but they are joined by what might acolytes or purely civilian aides, wearing long green robes with matching caps and masks. Most of /them/ seem to be covered in one or more bodily fluids as well from their work. Otto doesn't really pause though, lest someone try to come and take up Nicora's valuable time! Outside, Gorphat City seems a little smaller - but really it's just less /sprawled/. There's more order to it.. and even a laundry/bath zone like the one in Graytown. The tents of the hospice are close by, with more marked Eeee running around - either with green streaks on their foreheads or wearing tunics with variations of the Wound on it.
Nicora is ... impressed. "You have much in your honor now, Mother," the Yodhgorphat thinks as her 'symbiote' between her leg pulsates disturbingly. It only cost ... well, look at her! Still, so many helping others, and real improvements; that has to be worth the suffering, right? "You have all been so busy," she says to Otto, "I am not sure you need me any more."
"Penance isn't ready to do what you do, though, High Priestess," Otto claims. "I mate with her as often as I can, but she can barely take me." He carries the slime-covered, pale woman into the big tent, where Blarf towers up.. and raises her up over his head as if in offering!
"Yes, but you only take Gorphat's Mouth now on me," Nicora notes to Otto as they go. When they enter the tent, she is once again in awe of how big Blarf is. And also that she birthed it! The things she has endured for this city are many! She also goes wide-eyed when she's offered up as a sacrifice! "What about the leech?!" she wonders, as Blarf tends to invade all of her orifices after all! Plus, she remembers she always comes out looking more worse from wear from Blarf; her breasts sag a bit more, and her Wound a little more formless and 'loose', at least for a time.
Blarf's 'arms' reach down to support Nicora, but a tug back from Otto keeps him from lifting her up completely. This gives Otto time to remove the leech, which takes a bit of strategic tickling to make it release. After that, Nicora is hoisted up towards the top of the tent, where she can see the 'feeder' tendrils running to the circle of cots and patients. Blarf does feel a bit 'dry' to the touch.
Nicora grunts as the leech detaches; it's not exactly pleasant, but at least it isn't painful. She also has to wonder what will happen to Blarf when she finally does leave. She can't do this forever and she knows it. She feels bad for the creature and pets one of its dry arms.
The alien mushroom-imal makes a deep burping sound, before depositing Nicora into it's pseudopod-filled maw. Tubules quickly latch on to her teats, and a thick bunch of them reach up into her. Soon the creature is draining her in a somewhat pleasant manner at least. Perhaps if he wasn't giving so much of himself he wouldn't need to be recharged like this - but with the new hospital breaking ground in Graytown soon (thanks to generous donations from several now dead and damned nobles) he may not have to indefinitely. The Streets Below are only home to genuine vermin nowadays.
Fingers and toes splay when things attach and begin to suckle from her; these are much more like gentle lips! And the large bundle buried into her Wound are actually soothing it too, her cramping lessening for a bit and the pain fading. Sure, she cannot move while in Blarf's maw, but it's close to feeling normal at least. Well, closer. She's still more or less the Temple sow, in addition to its High Priestess. At least she doesn't have to breastwalk.
The rest of the tubules go to work on the rest of Nicora, covering every inch of her. It's probably just cleaning off the rest of the slime and blood, but Blarf still lingers even when there's nothing to collect. It's like an all over, continuous massage, which certainly helps with the sore, bruised areas. It's very relaxing.
Nicora lets out a soft sigh and is mostly limp within the creature. These are one of the few pleasures of her position; this just feels nice to her. It's like hundreds of little gentle kisses all over her body. Still, she can't be mad at her state; she chose it after all, and asked for the blessings she bears. It was her choice to suffer. At least there are small rewards now and then ... and a demon for her 'husband', of a sort.
Given the amount of feeding to make up for, Nicora finds herself suspended for at least a few hours - it's not like she's going to run out of Blarf-fuel, after all. She can tell when the strange being is full, since the suckling action stops and she begins to rise up.
Nicora's eyes slowly open. She was enjoying those hours of piece and quiet. Now she has to see the cost to her body, though, as she is lifted from the great creature. So, she looks down.
Things look.. better. Blarf's treatment has left her with firm breasts again! At least for the moment. The bruises have all faded, and nothing even feels like it's 'hanging out' of her down below. There's an all over sheen to her skin as well, and nothing is running just yet. She knows that isn't likely to last long however.
This is a pleasant surprise and Nicora is pleased! She's all smiles at the creature lowers her back down towards the floor. Maybe this means her ooze curses have been silenced for now? Her gut isn't even hurting.
Otto is waiting, and immediately pulls Nicora into his arms and kisses her!
Nicora goes mmph! Then she wraps her arms around his shoulders and kisses him right back!
The Skreek reaches down and lifts Nicora up, then gets his arms under her legs as he takes her right up against Blarf. Things fit again! Almost.. there's still a bit of stretching, enough to feel 'full' at least.
And Nicora croons, her legs splayed out behind the Eeee. It feels so nice that for a moment she forgets she is a hideously deformed and cursed Yodhgorphat! She's rather exuberant in rolling herself against him while she kisses him all about his face and her arms are wrapped about his neck.
Now that she's got her arms around his neck, Otto pulls away from Blarf and starts waddling a bit as he carries Nicora out of the tent, unconcerned about any looks they might get as he bounces the High Princess up and down as he goes. His job is to escort her back to the Temple after all!
This is an interesting 'ride' back to the Temple, and Nicora already looks enough like a freak that she doesn't worry about stares either, though she does flush a bit from it, which just means she glows more green! And Egad, it's sex that feels good. This almost never happens to her! She's surprisingly energetic for a Yodhgorphat because of it.
It's not a straight line.. there are points where Otto lays Nicora back against a horizontal surface, so he can suckle at her breasts - which does get people to stop and watch. Not for the act itself - this is Babel after all. It's more for the special properties supposedly attributed to Nicora's milk. A few braver ones do come up with cups to try and get some of the runnoff, or sneak some suckling. It may be why Otto stops every so often. There's a detour in the Temple itself, to the altar. Otto bends her over that, of course, to test the firmness of Nicora's butt.
Nicora doesn't mind the curious; she's in a pleasure-haze; something so rare from her. So if others suckle from her, she's good with that! It's like being the doe, only a little more aware at least. As for being taken tot he altar, well, she stretches herself over it, belly down, where she rests upon her many breasts. Legs spread, she invites Otto back into her Wound willingly, and sighs contently as she starts going at her again! It just feels so nice!
The Skreek tries something new. Her reaches forward to pull Nicora's head back a bit.. and catches one of the head-tendrils in his mouth and sucks on it, causing it to really light up. That also feels really good to Nicora - from a place that isn't even remotely like her other pleasure areas.
This makes Nicora coo and moan. And it's not a moan of discomfort! How any of this can feel so nice is amazing. She doesn't even consider that Gorphat might get mad if she actually enjoys sex as a Yodhgorphat! Her free head tendrils wiggle, caress, and wrap around the skreek's face, too!
The whiskers tickle them a bit, but that's good too. Otto speeds up, smacking into her as if she were a Yodhinala being properly spanked. He moans as well, finishing with a few deep, lingering thrusts before licking the back of Nicora's neck and bare head.
And Nicora finishes too moments after she feels the rat release and its warmth goodness that fills her. She shivers and shudders, making all sort s of sounds better fitting a Yodhinala than a Yodhgorphat, as she rides out the pleasures she is allowed. Then she goes limp on the altar, panting. The lick along her neck and head, though, makes her shiver, reminding her once more she has no hair, anywhere. "Thank you, Otto," she murmurs, feeling the lovely afterglow.
"Hmm?" the Skreek says, and nuzzles between Nicora's wings for a moment. "Oh.. not done yet," he claims. Nicora is scooped up again and carried back to her chambers, where she's laid down on the bed. Otto spreads her legs again and starts round two - he is pretty quick in the recharge, like most Skreeks. Soon Nicora is being all but vibrated under the man as he goes at it like a caffeinated Lapi. He doesn't seem inclined to change this pace, either, now that Nicora is properly slippery.
Nicora makes no complaints! She's on her back in the bed, those legs spread wide, no ooze, no pain! Just the natural sort of sliperiness and Otto within. It feels great and she is crooning and arching in delight!
It takes a bit longer, despite all the effort Otto puts into it, but eventually he does stop and pant, just pressing down on top of Nicora for the moment. "Ready for the next part?" he asks.
And Nicora doesn't have an explosive event, but it still feels so nice and warm on the inside. She wraps her arms about Otto and just hugs him. "I am ready," she then whispers in his ear, right before licking it.
The big rat slowly pulls away from Nicora, and makes a 'wait here' gesture as he leaves the room, giving Nicora time to stretch if she needs to.
And Nicora does stretch, then run her hands along her body. She feels so pretty for a change! All warm on the inside and comfortable. No itches, no urges, no pain. And so she waits there, stretched leisurely on the bed.
There's a scraping sound as Otto returns.. with one of the big blood urns. It's pretty obvious what 'the next part' is going to be. Nicora's abdomen begins to cramp again, and can she hear a single fly follow the rat into the room - but there's sure to be more where that came from.
"Awww ... dagh," Nicora mutters as she sees the urn show up, then the wrinkle of a cramp rippling through her gut, a disturbing sound, then the smell of death wafting up from her nethers. She eyes that fly, and she knows what is coming; her Wound is about to become a colony of squirming chaos, endless torment, and brooding on an epic scale. She should have known that feeling good was just too good to last. With a resigned sigh, the Eeee lays back, reaches down, and pulls her Wound wide open as an invite to the buzzing in the distance. Maybe it won't be as bad if she doesn't fight it at all...