The dungeon beneath Sacscrovilistadt Manor doesn't look any different from Alptraum's previous visit as a teen. He doesn't look any different from then either! But Hexen isn't with him this time. There's a rattle of things being spilled on the floor from the torture room ahead though.

"Oh look back to the realm of Countess Princess Velaneechee," Alptraum mutters to himself, smirks, and rubs his forehead. "Well, at least I don't have to track down her minions ... er, daughters this way." Fearing what he'll find in that torture chamber, he heads towards it.

The Countess Princess Varraneechee (aka Barada) lies on the restraint table. "Save me from being tortured an' such, brave gypsy prince!" she gasps out cartoonishly. This time her wrists and ankles really are secured in the wooden clamps. And instead of Alptraum's borrowed shirt and Hexen's garish bloomers, she's wearing.. nothing at all.

"Barada ... or do you prefer Velaneechee?" Alptraum has to ask as he saunters over to the table, but doesn't undo her restraints. Instead he twirls a claw on her belly and remarks, "I remember you wanting to meet me back when I was this young. What a disappointment, eh?"

"I thought you were very charming," the girl claims. "And flirty! Plus, you put up with Hexen, so were clearly charitable."

"All teenagers are flirty. I don't even know how you found me back then," Alptraum points out as he twirls his claw in her belly-button now. "And what's this about being tortured? You want to be tortured, do you?"

Barada squirms from the navel-twirling. "Well.. you did try to really strap me down that time," she says, and grins. "So what did you want to do with me?"

"What every teenager wants to do. We're walking hormones," Alptraum remarks with a laugh. He circles the table now, humming. e stops at her feet, leans down, and licks the soles of her feet just to see what happens. "This time I have a request; I'd like it if your children would work with the Yodhrephath on issues like the pirates. Surely they have some information on them."

Toes clench and wiggle, and Barada giggles at the tickling. "Well.. the Yodhrephath need only ask, of course," she claims. "They probably have useful information, if not comprehensive data. My daughters are not so protected beyond the borders of Babel, and pirates are not usually kind to young girls."

"Yes, but it would help if you told them to cooperate," Alptraum remarks idly, then sucks on one of Barada's toes. Why? How often do you get a chance to suck on a goddess' toe? "And the pirates seem to have contacts somewhere at the ports in Babel ferreting out information on which ship to go after. It would be good to identify who and how."

"I could instruct them to gather and present what they have to.. you? Or would you prefer it go straight to the Yodhrephath?" Barada asks, and then squeals a bit at the toe-sucking. Eeee have long toes after all.

"Hmm. Probably to me, actually. The Yodhrephath are concerned about their images," Alptraum says with a sigh, right before licking up along the inside of Barada's leg.

The restraints make it impossible for Barada to bring her legs together, so she's helpless to the licking! "Ooo, Cricket will have to do it then, she likes you, you know. Have you strapped her down and tickled her yet?" she teases.

"I did a bit more than that. How can you not know?" Alptraum points out ... then runs his tongue along her inner thigh now as he climbs a bit up onto the table.

"I don't need to know everything that happens to them, unless I want to," Barada claims, and waggles her eyebrows (since she can't move much else). "So.. are you feeling hormonal again? Did you fall in love with me that night in the ruins?"

Alptraum's answer to that is to lick Barada right between her legs, and rather a bit inside the Goddess, at that. "Actually, I wanted to know more about you in general. Your disappearance was odd, but not surprising; already figured there was something weird about you!," he comments when he draws his tongue back.

After gasping, Barada says, "Weird? Weird?" She pouts, and says, "Didn't I haunt your dreams for years? Wasn't I an ethereal beauty? A tantalizing mystery you couldn't let go of?"

Alptraum idly pushes a couple fingers into the Eeee this time and wiggles them all around. "I did wonder about you for a while, yes," he admits. "I actually figured you were probably a ghost of a former resident that liked to cause trouble..."

There is much squealing and giggling and squirming of course. "Just a ghost?" Barada squeaks. "You didn't believe I was a goddess, despite my divine hotness? At least I was more attractive than your cat-dancer, wasn't I?"

"Well ... she had impressive ... mountains," Alptraum has to admit, "But you were more fun. She was a bit snooty towards me, after all," Alptraum remarks as those fingers continue to squirm, and his thump presses elsewhere against another ring of muscle just to see how she reacts to it. "And if you believed everyone that told you they were a God or Goddess you wouldn't last long in Sylvania."

"But I really was a god-ESSSSS!" Barada claims, arching her back at the additional probing! "No teenaged boy would know how to do these things though! It's one thing I was not allowed to impart, as far as secrets go!"

This makes Alptraum giggle and probe more, with digits now in both spots. "Oh? Why weren't you allowed to tell such things, hmm?" he inquires, looking horribly amused.

"Ooooooo!" Barada says, and gives him a bit of a squinty look. "You know why! That was Inala's domain. She and I had some.. overlap.. that we were supposed to respect.. don't twist your thumb like that!" The girl clenches and squeals some more.

"Problem? Your expression is ... " Alptraum comments, grins widely, and giggles more. "I could put something other than my thumb there," warns a bit evilly.

"Will it twist though?" Barada asks. "If it were you on the table, would you let me do this to you?"

"I might," Alptraum says as he draws his hand away finally. But he's soon up and on the table, then on Barada ... and part of him that is already rather hot slides into Barada's gate as he comes face to face with her. "But I think you like being at my mercy. It's exciting, isn't it?"

"Ooo!" Barada coos. "Are we not all at the mercy of Death?" she asks, and then licks Alptraum's nose. "Or at least the Little Death?" She wiggles as much as she can. "Inala and I used to play too, you know.."

"I can only imagine. That would have been the stuff of nightmares. And why 'used', why not anymore?" Alptraum teases as he leisurely starts, well, enjoying the Goddess and well, completely controlling the pace and how much she gets to feel.

"Times change us," Barada says while biting her lip. Of course, as a goddess, she feels amazing, which can be hard to ignore. "And we have you now, Barsunala."

Alptraum ... bites her neck. Probably not an experience she's used to! And he keeps things slow and steady, but with quite firm, well, grinding.

"This.. shouldn't be allowed.. I think?" Barada gasps, but not in pain or complaint. Her fingers and toes curl and release, and her ears flick - there isn't much she's free to move, so everything gets expressed in what can.

Alptruam licks her neck soon afterward. The bite, though, was a distraction, because he pulled his hips back, then with some angle adjustment, that hot 'poker' just went where his thumb was earlier. Apparently, he's feeling evil today.

"Heywoooo!" Barada barks. "I've never used that you know. for anything!" She really does squirm a bit more know, and has to slide down a bit so she can further spread her legs at the knee. "Except for that time with the eeeeeeeels!"

"The eels? What?" Alptraum has to ask, stopping mid, well, stroke. "And ... you seem to like this, do you?"

"What?" Barada asks, suddenly surprised as things stop. "Why'd you stop? No fair, you can't just stop in the middle! I'll sic the eels on you!"

Alptraum resumes moving, and using, well, the lower location! "What is this about eels?" he has to ask.

"I don't know," Alptraum admits, surprised she seems to well like this. Of course it probably helps he's still rubbing against the normal location while the ol' hot poker is elsewhere. "What is this about eels?" he repeats.

"Oh.. eels. Inala's.. peeneels.." Barada burbles. "For the Bath of Pleasure.." She rolls a little bit from side to side, despite having rebelled at 'twisting' motions there earlier.

"I may have to ask her about that later," Alptraum muses, then really gets into it and starts going at Barada, well, hard. He's also licking and nipping all over her neck ... and his hands are massaging what chest she does have.

"Ah! AH! AHH?" Barada gasps between breaths, but the harder the effort the less she seems to like it. "Ow! Too hard!" she begins to whine.

Alptraum backs off, giggling, then he switches it up again and well, goes back to the normal way! She's a goddess, so nothing to clean on her.

"Oh, that's.. better.." Barada says with a bit of relief. "Are you gonna go all teenagery on me? What would you have been like if I let you do this back then?"

"I would have lasted maybe five seconds? Teenagers have short triggers," Alptraum admits as the pace goes to steady and gentler, along with a lot of massaging and, well, licking. "I'd ask if you were actually attracted, but I don't know if that is even possible."

"You're one of us," Barada points out. "So of course you were attractive. And so cute! Now if you really want to get me going.. tell me secrets!" she says in almost a purr. "What were your boyhood fantasies?"

"Well ... one time I had a dream that Hexen was turned into a girl ... in heat," Alptraum admits as he nibbles on her ear. "Lets just say I couldn't look at him for a few weeks after that dream. Then there was the one about being kidnapped by the Radovah girls and having to serve them in, er, well, harem kinds of ways. Then there were the more mundane wishes to find treasures, or wondering about my real parents and imagining they were kings, or something."

"But your real parents are a king and a goddess," Barada says. "And.. oooo, you could do that to Hexen now if you wanted, couldn't you? In a dream anyway. And you did have to deal with those Gigi dancing girls. And surely you've uncovered treasures as well."

"I could, but that would be weird and I'm not sure Hexen would like it," Alptraum admits as he feels his ears flush hot. "As for treasures ... not so much! I did once get a cursed pouch of wooden shekels that summoned a ghost on every holiday to annoy me. I'm glad those were stolen."

"Treasure can be many things," Barada claims, and wiggles more while licking her lips. "People, experience, ancient magical artifacts, abilities.. gold-foil covered chocolate coins!"

"Inala shaped hoo-hoo chocolates? We did find some of those," Alptraum admits with a giggle and moves a bit quicker now with the ol' hips. "Of course I also learned how horrible the cult of Amena was when they tried to sell me into slavery ... then there were the savanites with a crystal hand that sucked out your soul or something..."

"What's this? Savanites using crystal magic?" Barada asks, almost.. well.. orgasmicly. "They still have cults.. was it also an Amena cult? She really messed with the old Savanites.."

"I have no idea, but their priestess lusted after me and called me the child of a foreign God," Alptraum admits. "Then a somewhat savanite friend saved me from her by whacking her over the head with the hand and we ran. Granted I was in a sacrificial gown and looked like a girl at the time..."

"Lusted after you?" Barada asks wide-eyed. "Did they mention who they were going to sacrifice you to?" She looks more excited now.

"I didn't stay around long enough to find out. When someone is about to suck your soul out through your head, you don't tend to want to stick around. "And yes, lusted, she tried to get me to join her and be her love slave."

"My! They didn't have a deity of lust.. perhaps her owner put these notions into her head?" Barada suggests, and squeezes her thighs. "I am curious! That is soooo rare! Such a treat!"

"I don't think she was owned. I don't remember seeing a collar. I do kind o wonder what happened to them. Maybe some day I'll look them up and make them my love slaves, eh?" Alptraum jokes.

"Was she pretty?" Barada coos. "Were you tempted to take up her offer.. instead of having your soul sucked out?"

"Well, she was pretty, yes. But also crazy and scary, and not in a fun way. The Sisters, at least with me, are fun in a scary, but not deadly way," Alptraum admits.

"So Blakat doesn't have competition?" Barada asks. "I would like to meet other pantheons someday. And learn all of their secrets!"

"I've heard that Nala is separate from her Light," Barada says. "As the opposite of Amena, I'm sure she must be nice."

"She is very nice. I also think I've met Ariel once, way back on my first journey. I, er, annoyed her I'm afraid," Alptraum admits.

"But I'm the cutest goddess," Barada claims, looking to Alptraum for confirmation. "But Ariel is young and cute too, isn't she?"

"Fluffy!" Barada declares, and squeezes Alptraum. "That's not fair, you know! It's hard for Eeee to be as fluffy as Khatta. At least there aren't any fluffy Lapi gods."

"That you know of!" Alptraum points out and goes at Barada rather hard for a bit! "Eeee are cute in other ways, and the slight scariness makes things more exciting."

"I'm s-s-slightly s-s-scary?" Barada says, stuttering from the motion, and the 'bobbing' of her chest. "We have b-b-better-r feet!"

"We do!" Alptraum agrees, dips his head, and nurses on Barada! "And yes, you're scary," he says around her nipple.

"How am I scary?" Barada asks, in the same way a normal one might ask, 'what do you like most about my eyes?' She also squeaks when she starts to produce milk. Even the Sisters aren't immune from Inala's blessing.

"You're a Goddess of secrets. You know everyone's most embarrassing moments," Alptraum points out before going right back to nursing. He also rolls and twists, trying to make Barada shudder and squeal.

The goddess does shudder and squeal, and bites her lips more and tries to grab Alptraum's ankles with her toes. "I don't judge though," she gasps.

"Ever? Even all the crazy crap I've done?" Alptraum has to ask as he lets her grab his ankles. "Even I think I'm a freak."

"I'm a Babelite Goddess," Barada points out. "There are stories where I've tricked people into sleeping with Gorphat thinking they were getting me."

"Yes, but you didn't think you were getting me did you?" Barada asks. "Mortals do not survive Gorphat."

"They could, if Gorphat wanted them to," Alptraum notes and shrugs. "And no, you have not done that to me. Instead, you've basically offered yourself to me as a love slave..."

"Well, not as a slave," Barada says. "I'm just being romantic with the prisoner thing," she admits. "It seemed to really interest you that first encounter.."

"Oh, I'm enjoying it," Barada claims with her usual smirk. "It's our little secret, isn't it?"

"Next time i'll have to borrow the cuffs from Rephath; the ones I used on her when I spanked her," Alptraum says with a wide grin.

Barada's eyes go wider than usual! "You really did that?" she asks, and then her eyes roll back a bit as she shudders almost violently!

"Avralie, I mad her squirm and moan like you wouldn't believe. She loved it," Alptraum whispers conspiratorially. "See, turns out she likes being dominated. By me, at least..."

"Ohhhhhhhh.." Barada moans, having another paroxysm at the whisper. She really does like secrets - especially about her sisters, it seems, since as she mentioned there are mutual areas of 'respect' that they don't cross - unless they really really want to.

"Tulani's afraid of tentacles," Alptraum adds in as sort of a small amusing sort of secret.

"When was she traumatized by tentacles?" Barada asks, apparently needing more detail on that one. Mortals are more complicated than goddesses after all! "How did you find out?"

"I, er, molested her while as Gorphat's Scourge pet," Alptraum admits. "She freaked."

This causes Barada to gasp! "You used an Aspect of the Trinity like that? Was it fun?"

"But you've been with tentacles?" Barada has to ask. "I have no idea what happens in your magical dagger.."

"Sort of," Alptraum says and shrugs a little. "You aren't missing that much in there. It's either a nasty dragon trying to corrupt me, or another trying to manipulate me"

"Well.. we don't do that," Barada claims with a straight face. "Which is the nicer one though?"

"The jailer. She's usually nice-ish," Alptraum claims. Then he goes quiet and really goes at Barada to see if he can make her squeak again.

This time there's isn't any secret involved in getting the goddess to squeak and shudder! Maybe she really does like being restrained and ravished? After all, it's not like any of the Sisters could do this with another Eeee.

And this continues for a bit! Then it's switch-up again and Alptraum's poker is back in the other location. Only this time he's a lot gentler, taking things slow ... and this is driving him crazy now that he's not talking so much. Soon he's squeaking and shuddering ... and Barada is getting sticky in a new place.

"EEeeeee!" Barada squeals! "The eels didn't do that! But we ate them afterwards.."

Alptraum collapses on Barada and gasps for a bit. "I should probably release you," he murmurs.

"You say that as if there was another option," Barada says, stuck under the slightly larger teenager. "You wouldn't leave me like this! What if Hexen dreamt about me? I'd be helpless!"

"Oh, he would just love that," Alptraum giggles in Barada's ear. "Maybe I should leave you like this and use you whenever I want..."

"Hey-ey, you're too nice for that.. even as a teenager," Barada says with a hint of nervousness. "And are you saying that there've been times you wanted to use me but didn't?"

"That ... " Alptraum says, leans in, licks her ear, then adds, "Is a secret." While he's that close, he undoes the restraints on her arms with his hands, and her feet are freed by his.

"Ooooo, you're getting tricky, aren't you?" Barada says, and nips Alptraum's nose as she shakes her wrists and ankles, which might have been a bit sore.

"I've always been tricky," Alptraum claims as he eases off, and out, of Barada. "Thank you for being willing to nudge your Daughters to help me regarding the pirate issue."

"Well, I'm sure they've been looking into it," Barada says, and rubs her wrists as she sits up. "The port has always been ripe for information picking, after all. And sailors are usually happy to talk over a drink."

"Knowing some sailors, they'd also talk over, well, time with one of your Daughters," Alptraum remarks and makes a face. "But yes, I hope something comes from that so I can help bring an end to it."

"Is it all piracy, or just a particular group?" Barada asks. "Being specific helps!"

"It's a group that are raiding traders going to and from Saskanar," Alptraum notes, "And have managed to kill some Yodhrephath. They're clever."

Barada sits up very straight! "They've killed Yodhrephath?" she growls. "That's.. blasphemous! There will be smiting!"

"One of the reasons I got involved," Alptraum notes calmly. "They're becoming bolder and causing real trade issues with the city, along with their thinning of certain groups. They've got a base ... somewhere and the goal is to locate it, make sure they have no hostages, or free who they have, then level it and them."

The goddess grins, but not in the nice way. "Ooooo.. it's been awhile since we could smite someone," she says. "Before we only had a few, reluctant champions. And still needed the Avenger to do it! Now we have a proper champion! You!. Will we be able to display the bodies though?"

"I'll want any information you get from them, of course," Barada says, looking just a bit bloodlusty over it all. "I'll have Cricket meet you when everything has been collected."

"Good, because I want Cricket," Alptraum notes and waves a hand. "She is not to die."

"Not to die?" Barada asks. "She doesn't do anything that danger.. oh.." The goddess meets Alptraum's eyes, and asks, "It's my turn to be updated, isn't it?"

"Correct," Alptraum says rather somberly. "I would like to see that aspect ... retired. They deserve a chance to have families of their own."

"So.. hmmm," Barada says, and laces her fingers together. "Yodhbarada don't really retire. They can't be allowed to take what they know. So.. I need to keep them then."

"Librarian, catalogger, archivist, historian," Alptraum ticks off. "Plenty of possible roles in pseudo-retirement."

"That too," Alptraum says. "Most of your other ... aspects are okay. The whole dying young part isn't so much. It needs to change one way or another."

Barada takes a deep breath. "They can't be active though. I.. is there a spell for making someone forget certain things?"

"That ... is a question for Cyprian," Alptraum points out. "Should I discuss such with him?"

"If you can do it without saying what it's for specifically," Barada says. "But it can't be something that affects personal memories, you know? Just.. knowledge."

"Or you can just make it so I can control the memories of my Yodh!" Barada suggests with a smile.

"Again, a question for Cyprian," Alptraum notes. "I will try to ask him when I can ... and failing that, I will consider the other suggestion..."

"Letting me have control would be best," Barada claims, crossing her arms. "After all, I might need one to remember something later!"

"Yes, but it can also be abused," Alptraum points out. "I will ponder this, I promise."

"I'm sure Cricket will be happy to have your children too," Barada insists with another smile.

"Well.. she wouldn't be having any while she's still an active Yodhbarada anyway," Barada notes. Then she looks thoughtful. "You're going to try and infiltrate the pirates?" she asks.

"That's one option. Myself and Tulani, possibly," Alptraum says, "I have advantages that make my survival more likely, mainly."

"I think I know who could help you figure that out!" Barada says, and gestures for Alptraum to lean in closer.

Barada puts her finger to her lips in her signature expression, then uses it to tap Alptraum on the nose. "Boop!" she says, and things go white.

Crystal Cavern
Midway between Rephidim city and Underside, this is one of the largest underground chambers on the island. Unlike many others, this one is lit not by rainbow crystal, but by genuine Sifran crystal, which culminates in a central stalagtite formation that gives the impression of a giant, flat-floored ballroom lit by a grand chandelier. Directly under the stalagtite crystal is a slightly raised round platform with a flat top.

It's just a momentary blink, but then Snowcora finds herself kneeling on a soft fur blanket. Mordecai is across from her, pouring two glasses of red wine(?) from a bottle. "It's good to see you again," the tattooed, furless albino vampire bat says as he smiles to Snowcora.

This makes Snowcora blink several times. A sudden change of gender leaves things feeling really, well, confused. "Ah, hello Master," the tattooed human says before she can catch herself. She did more or less give herself to him after all and being near him triggers those urges again. "I was not expecting to be here," she admits.

"Do you ever?" Mordecai asks, holding out a glass of wine. "Not that I mind being a pleasant surprise."

Snowcora takes the glass and sips from it, being very aware of how naked and on-display she is at the moment. "True, I usually do not," she admits. "Though I suspect you could summon me whenever you so desired it."

"I don't think I can summon you.. not alone," Mordecai says, and holds his glass up before taking a sip from it. "There's usually a need of some sort involved. I'm never sure which of us is the more needy though. Why do you think you're here?"

"I think Barada believes you can help me create something enticing," Snowcora admits and takes a sip to hide the fact she's staring at the tattooed Eeee, including, well, his crotch.

The dragon tattoo stares back, and raises its head to acknowledge Snowcora's interest. "You are always enticing," Mordecai says. "Is there a special sort of enticement involved?" he asks, swirling his glass of wine.. and 'accidentally' spilling some of it onto his chest, where it runs down to coat his dragon as well.

So of course Snowcora is leaning in to lick off that wine before she even realizes it, which then causes her to flush in a blush a moment later. "Well, something that would make a good pirate hostage," she admits. "Something they would want."

The dragon really perks up at the licking! "Hmmm, pirates.." Mordecai says, somewhat distracted.

And the human is soon dipping down and licking the bumpy serpent, then suckling on it. She ... just can't resist. Something about him makes her need to do this.

There's a sudden bit of dampness on Snowcora's skin as Mordecai returns the favor by seasoning her with a bit of wine. It runs down her back and between her cheeks, not having a tail to break the flow. The Eeee's dragon is very, very alert as well! "Such a wonderful tongue you have," he notes, probably because of the little stud she has through it.

And Snowcora is quiet for a good few minutes while she thoroughly tends to Mordecai's serpent, and at times even managing to swallow all of it. But, she does eventually manage to push herself away from it and blink repeatedly. "Sorry," she says and looks down. "It's just ... you. I cannot resist tending to you, tasting, and touching. I feel so utterly ... yours."

Mordecai responds by putting his hands on Snowcora's shoulders, and guiding her down onto her back.

The human doesn't resist as she goes down onto her back. "Pirates," she reminds in a soft voice.

"Plunder.." Mordecai replies, and pours the rest of his wine over Snowcora, from her throat to Inala's Gate. It's his turn then to bend down and start licking it up, starting from the bottom.

Snowcora's back arches and she gasps out. "Wha ... what about it?" she asks in sort of a whining tone as the tongue sensations hit her.

"Well, pirates like to plunder as much as they like to ransom," Mordecai says, and continues to work his way up. "A lure that covers both would be best.."

"What would qualify as plunder in a person, though?" she says, then squeals when he licks over that stone embedded in her flesh just above her vulva.

Mordecai swirls his tongue around it a frew more times before moving upwards. "Well.. booty of course," he explains. "Beauty. It isn't difficult for you to be beautiful. Beauty and value will ensure you are not considered disposable plunder."

"Wouldn't that mean they would ... rape me, though?" Snowcora asks. "And I don't think they would dare take the Shrine maiden prisoner. It would need to be someone that wouldn't be that valuable, right?"

Eeee tongue swirls around Snowcora's right breast, spiraling to the nipple. "Someone they could sell or ransom," he notes just before starting to suckle. Once the milk begins to flow, he pauses to add, "But someone they'd know was valuable. And would charm the leader. Pirate leaders aren't big on sharing."

Snowcora squeals again and arches. Unlike with Gorphat, when milk flows on Snowcora it feels nice. Really nice. She reaches up and caresses all over the Eeee's head. "Those are ... good suggestions," she says rather distractedly.

Mordecai doesn't say much more for awhile, as he keeps his mouth busy. Once he's had his fill of Snowcora's breasts, he moves on to her neck. After licking up the lingering wine, he bites down for a proper drink, and enters below as well to play hide the serpent.

Snowcora gasps out and then lets out a slow groan, her eyes closing and her face one of abject lust and growing pleasure. Dagh, why does this Eeee have to feel so good inside her? He's dangerous; she could see herself ending up just ... staying with him forever if she were around him too long. But right now ... she so needs his serpent in her, a lot, and deep, and releasing and ... She wraps her legs up around him and bears down. "Thank you, Master," she whispers to him, feeling all is right with the world.