Snowcora finds herself in the place where she most often finds herself: the odd crystal cavern. She's lying on Lapi fur, most of which is alive: the 'harem' of does is cuddled up against her, along with Jacoba the buck. It's very warm and comfy at least. For now - it seldom stays this way, after all.
The human yawns widely and stretches out her arms. "Well, I can't been here in a while! But hey, a comfy bed, that's a rarity these days," she thinks as she slowly wakes up upon bunnies galore. Then she realizes she's naked, and tattooed, and .. oh, right, she's the human bound to the sisters, so to speak. She had almost forgotten what being a human felt like! It feels like ... being cold.
"How've you been?" Jacoba asks, as he lies atop Snowcora to keep her warm. The does begin to wiggle against her and caress with their fingers.. and tongues, which tickles a little. At least their tongues are mostly dry and free of rough surfaces.
"Mmm, better now," the human giggles as she squirms a little from the movement and licking! "It has been some time, I was wondering if Master had forgotten about me," she teases.
"Well, he has to receive his divine inspiration," Jacoba notes, and licks Snowcora's nose before shifting and sliding into her for the traditional 'warmup' she gets before.. something divinely-inspired happens.
Snowcora hooks her legs behind his and makes sure he's pulled nice and snug, and deep. "Ahh, I have missed the feeling of lapi, inside and out," she coos, arching a little. She then leans up and kisses Jacoba warmly, then licks his lips, and twitchy nose. "You all could just invite me here from time to time for this," she murmurs.
"Well, that usually involves a lot of praying," the buck notes, and gives Nicora a wink before really starting to.. buck. The does aren't idle, making sure the rest of Snowcora is being stimulated as well. It does make for a slightly smothered sensation, but all the extra licking and rubbing and suckling and overall softness makes up for it.
Snowcora, being bare, feels all of it, and makes all sorts of giggly, cooing, and gasping noises. She's mucking back against him, which of course rubs the embedded orb just above her vulva, which stimulates her even more, and gives her waves of mini-orgasms. Then when the does start to nurse on her, she moans, unashamed that she loves the feeling (and the tugging on her nipple bars).
After he finishes the first round, Jacoba rolls Snowcora onto her stomach (and onto the mattress of does) to go at it from a new angle - one with a lot more cushion so he can be more vigorous. This puts Snowcora's face right into a pair bunny breasts, but the doe in question also gives her a scalp massage at least.
It also means Snowcora nurses on the lapi! Granted if her face ended up between doe legs, she's be doing another kind of nursing there, too. But, at least with this, Jacoba's enthusiasm just means her face gets regularly mushed into a very soft 'pillow'. Her hands also grope, caress, and squeeze anything in range! She forgot how much she liked the bunny harem here; it wouldn't be a bad place to live, truth be told. Maybe if she can take a year's vacation sometime...
The mattress makes pleasant noises under Snowcora's exploring, and of course the nursed-on bunny starts to lactate. Someone is definitely adding their tongue to her orb as well. There may be other things going on beyond the pile of lustful Lapi, but it's hard to focus on anything beyond the fluff.
Snowcora isn't complaining about the milk, or the licking. Everything feels really good right now, warm, fuzzy, and punctuated by waves of mindblowing pleasure at points. She's sure she's cried out during them, and made moans lustful enough to make sailors blush. When she feels something moist against her hand, well, she curls her fingers inside the target doe and rubs warmly! Yes, she's slutting it up and enjoying every moment of it.
It's certainly a respite from the underground lair and it's many and varied lacks of comfort. The Lapis roll and reposition Snowcora as they like, to make sure everyone gets a turn to enjoy - and be enjoyed - by her. It's during one of the odder positions, where's she's curled over so that she has an upside-down view between her legs (and another Lapi's legs) that she spots Mordecai setting out his 'art supplies' - which include a wooden board festooned with lots of rawhide laces through a plethora of holes.
Snowcora is so grateful to be here, she isn't even worrying about what Mordecai is setting up over there, she's mostly just curious! She's then back to being busy with her bunny friends ... and pulls one leggy lapi close enough that she's kissing fluffy, soft, wet, and making a doe giggle and squirm, places! And the Gods help Jacoba if his lapiness gets anywhere near her face, because she'll be nursing it like she was starving!
While Jacoba keeps to his preferred zone, it's Mordecai that comes over and offers Snowcora something to suckle on.
Snowcora recognizes that terrifyingly tattooed and bumpy bit ... and soon she's nursing on it as if it were the greatest gift she was ever given! She's also soon grabbing and massaging his backside! It takes some adjusting, positioning, but by the Gods, she finds a way, and is pressing her lips up against Mordecai, looking, well, in bliss. Ah, Inala has well and truly trained this human!
Mordecai's 'dragon' (well, it's tattooed with one anyway) certainly responds! It even roars at the same moment that Jacoba finishes, filling her at both ends.
And all Snowcora feels is abject bliss! She moans, muffledly, around the dragon and grip-clenches Moerdecai's rump. She shudders from head to toe, her pale while body flushes pink, And she's clenching behind, and lips clenching tight. She feels no shame whatsoever right now. She allows herself to admit to herself, she wanted this.
The two males reluctantly withdraw (well, Mordecai might be trying to, but that depends on Snowcora releasing both of her grips on him). The does are already trying to nudge Snowcora over onto her back once more.
Mordecai finds he's being held onto for a good couple minutes more before she reluctantly lets ho of her hands, and lets the dragon escape with a lwedy sort of popping sound. Then she's going backwards and smiling up at the albino bat. "It has been far, far, too long," she coos up at him. "I have missed you."
"As I have missed you," the albino notes. "And not just because you are my favorite canvas," he adds, as he brings the odd plank over. He sets it down to Snowcora's left, and then maneuvers her left hand onto it, palm upward, as he begins to secure it (and each finger) with the rawhide laces.
"You should call me just whenever you want to spend some time," Snowcora coos at him while she lets him tie her hand down. She does have to wonder why he is trying each finger though. With her free hand, she, well, she's soon back to playing with the dragon, so to speak, as she caresses it lovingly.
This makes Mordecai shiver, and once he's done securing the hand, he practically pounces Snowcora. Two of the does helpfully hold the woman's legs up and out of the way, even, and soon Snow is shaking from the passionate thrusting.. and soon feels fangs caressing her neck.
"Do it," Snowcora pleads when she feels the touch of those fangs and shivers hard! It also doesn't hurt that his studding meshes with her internal studding practically perfectly. She's trying to return the thrusting, but well with the holding of her legs, she's mostly along for the ride.
The bite comes, and it's not exactly gentle, probably due to her urging. It does make her slightly lightheaded as well, which isn't a bad thing as it seems to intensify the other sensations.. especially when the does begin to 'attack' the rest of her exposed skin.
The human moans and writhes, eyes closed and every inch of her shivering. There's no question, she's enjoying it, the pain of the bite, the internal 'thrumming', the does licking and caressing her. It makes her feel all floaty and just wonderful! "I would do anything for you," she cries out in one of her less sane moments with them.
Mordecai doesn't reply to that immediately, as he has his mouth full. Once he's finished suckling on her neck, and has licked up the lingering blood, he notes, "I will probably hold you to that, you know." Then's he's focusing on the movement of his hips, and the does release Snowcora's legs.. but only to start licking her feet.. and also rubbing them into some interesting places.
Snowcora oohs and arches a little, toes wiggling. "I want you to," she claims as her hands caress and roam over his decorated and smooth hide.
Without fur, it's easy to feel (and see) the movement of his muscles, especially on his back where he's doing most of his flexing as he pumps her. He leans back slightly so he can knead at Snowcora's breasts at well, with two opportunistic does darting between his fingers with their tongues to catch any milk that the squeezing releases.
Soon Snowcora is massaging up his chest and over his pecks, and tweaking his smaller nipples in 'revenge' for his massage of hers! "I could get used to this life," she coos up at him, teasing, "My very own lust demon, whoe always feels just so ... perfect."
"You can tug if you want," Mordecai says as the chitinous shadow-hand moves over his nipples. "And here I thought you were my very own lust demon!" he notes!
"That makes me the lust-angel then," Jacoba says, from where he's resting up a bit.
Snowcora laughs and does tug, and pinch. And to Jacoba she says, "Oh of course, as well as my favorite buck, even if i can wear you out."
"I'm part of a swarm though," the buck points out. "And I'm just letting Mordecai have his turn, since he has to work too." The Eeee is certainly working hard at the moment, but not the sort of work Jacoba is likely alluding to. The 'art supplies' are still out of reach at the moment.
That reminds Snowcora! "What sort of work? My hand feels all funny tied and spread," the human claims, though most of her focus is quite on the Eeee's current work. "Promise me you'll buy me a nice collar, and a good sturdy chain for the next time I come to the island ... so I can stay around for a while," she coos.
"I'll be sure to attach the chain to all of your best tugging points," Mordecai says, starting to pick up his pace. He lowers himself fully onto Snowcora now, so that he can properly 'piston' into her, and also kiss her.
Snowcora giggles a little, until she's kissed! Then she's just grinding back against him, clenching below and kissing above ... and moaning now and then into that kiss too.
Mordecai grunts at the increased pressure, and responds by pushing harder if slower. But the impact is pleasant at least, especially with the bat pressed down on top of Snowcora as he is.
Snowcora regulates this, clenching and relaxing to intensify things for him too. Were she more lucid, she might wonder what is it about this hideous bat that makes her go all weak in the knees and adore him!
After one big push, Mordecai holds while he's deepest, causing Snowcora's hips to buckle upwards slightly. He then repeats the plunge several more times as he releases.
Snowcora arches and cries out! Each thrust and release causes her to see stars and feel exquisite waves of wonderful pleasure. She practically croons the word 'Master' over and over.
The crooning earns her a kiss from Mordecai, just as he gestures to Jacoba to bring his supplies over. The does rearrange themselves to lift Snowcora a little higher, mainly so the bat can sit upright without having to pull out. As usual, he keeps up a gentle rocking, just enough to keep Snowcora (and himself) stimulated as he sets out his tattooing tools on her belly.
Snowcora's hips undulate and rolls slowly too. "Oh how I know those horrible instruments well," she comments as she looks up at the bat, a smile upon her lips. Her free hand reaches down and feels where they're joined, and she signs contentedly.
Mordecai pauses at the feel of that shadowy hand. "You have to promise not to pinch anything while I'm working," he notes.
Snowcora gestures for Jacoba to come closer. "I'll occupy this hand with ... him," she claims evilly.
The buck goes wide eyed.. but still rises to the occasion at the prospect. Working for Hortense has probably prepared him for anything. But with the threat of 'distraction' removed, Mordecai begins mixing his inks. This time Snowcora has a good view of the process, since it's happening right on her belly. There's black ink, blue ink, red ink and purple ink being prepared, each in it's own tiny straight-sided stone bowl.
"That is an odd assortment of colors," Snowcora remarks while she watches. Her free hand slides over and takes hold of Jacoba by his staff, and starts idly stroking and playing with it. "Oh right, you actually belong to Hortense, don't you?" she comments to the buck. "How is she?"
"Wiry," Jacoba replies, holding very still. For whatever reason, two of the does on the opposite side of Snowcora start to make a big show of making out, as if to tease the buck. "Each color is significant," Mordecai explains. He takes a needle from the jar of alcohol, and dips it into the black ink. "Shadow," he notes, and then begins to mark the sensitive tip of Snowcora's index finger.
"Ow!" Snowcora squeaks, and her free hand squeezes! Maybe being a stress ball was a bad idea for the buck. Fingertips are sensitive!
Jacoba lets out a squeak, and.. gets harder, somehow. Modecai is tapping away with the needle, working quickly in the small area.. which doesn't make it hurt any less. Snowcora can feel her fingertip throbbing in pain.
Snowcora eventually realizes she might make the poor buck pop, and relaxes the clench a bit more. "You're just going to tattoo my fingertips?" she asks.
"Not the thumb," Mordecai says. "This is the inspiration I've received from Zakaro," he explains, and continues to mark the rune onto the finger-tip. There's no way for Snowcora to know which rune it is: Babelite or Esoteric. Only that it's for Shadow.
"Zakaro? Er ... she's a little crazy," Snowcora points out. "But if this is all it is, it's not too bad I suppose."
"This is only my part," Mordecai notes, and works his hips a bit more to try and compensate for the stinging pain of the needle.
"Your part? There are more parts?" Snowcora asks, and squeezes again briefly in shock. "Oh, sorry, bunny," she then quickly apologizes and goes back to stroking him.
One of the teasing does is the one Snowcora caused to lactate, so her partner is taking advantage, making Jacoba whimper more than the sudden squeeze did. "I assume the goddess has some other element in mind," Mordecai says, and gets the alcohol rag to wipe away the blood from Snowcora's finger, which stings even more of course. "I'm not privy to everything."
"Ow," Snowcora mutters at the stringing fingertip. She also starts playing with the buck-bits a little more, to try and distract him from the doe distraction! She ponders a bit, but can't think of any way to nurse of him that wouldn't get in the way, alas.
After wiping away the blood, Mordecai seems satisfied with the result. So he plucks a new needle from the alcohol bath and dips it into the red ink. "Red for Life," he explains, as he moves on to the next fingertip.
Grumpy about not being able to quite do what she wants, she instead uses the shadow, which means soon the buck feels like snakes are squirming over his bits ... and one goes down inside, too. Then even worse, one slinks between his legs and goes up the ol' backdoor, too! Assault from two sides!
This gets the buck up onto his.. well, knees, since standing up would be problematical. It does make the teasing does grin though. And through the shadow, the buck 'tastes' differently than he does to the tongue. And then Mordecai starts in on the Life rune. Stab stab stab!
And that means Jacoba gets stabbed too! Only his are softer, squirmy, go deep, and then swell randomly! It's like being in a naga harem, with the harem going on in the inside... And leaving him feel full on both sides!
The buck moans and starts to squirt, only to have the way blocked. It isn't much, but there's certainly some pressure behind it. It might be possible to 'milk' him like this for awhile. Mordecai has also upped his hip game, to the point where it's impressive that he can still focus on his task and keep a steady hand.
Feeling evil, and since Hortense isn't around, Snowcora keeps it up, and tries to milk the poor buck, and just let the pressure build uncomfortably! Also, the shadow behind him seems to be trying to map out his entire intestinal tract! She also closes her eyes so she can focus on the shadow control, which also keeps herself under control from the bat's working.
It actually makes her more aware of what's going on where the two are connects, and it's easy to fall into a synchronized groove with her Lapi groping (although she could grope them all at the same time, that would distract the ones that are keeping her warm and tingly). She only realizes that Mordecai must have finished the second rune because he's moved his supplies off of her.. and has both hands on her hips now.
"Is that all the work, two fingers?" Snowcora gasps out, and withdraws on tendril so that the buck can de-pressure at least a little! All the others remain just where they are, though!
"Oh no, just.. taking a little break.." Mordecai claims, and then starts bucking his hips fervently.
Jacoba is still.. well, corked for the moment.
Therefore, Snowcora settles back and just enjoys! It's a funky sort of floaty mental state. On one side enjoying feeling what Jacoba feels and finding all new ways and twists to make him squeal. On the other, having the Eeee inside her and moving just feels right. He's intoxicating; even his scent seems to make the human feel all wanting and willing to give in to him.
There's another bit, this time on her shoulder. It also makes Mordecai a bit more passionate, which causes some squeaks from the does that make up Snowcora's mattress as the get rolled back and forth. It's like lying on a bunch of fluffy logs that are rolling back and forth.
This makes Snowcora squeak too! And it also makes her abruptly withdraw all of the shadow from Jacoba in shock (and to protect him from her losing control!) Then the squeaks from the doe ... makes her giggle like mad as she roll-rocks.
The sudden shadow-withdrawal makes Jacoba squeak as well. And other things, but one of the does catches the worst of it. Lapi fur is probably easy to wash though.
Mordecai is really going at it! But it likely takes a bit more effort the third time in a row, even for an Eeee. With his release comes a bit of a clamping of his jaw as he bites deeper into Snowcora's shoulder at the same time.
"Serves them right!" Snowcora thinks as she rocks like mad, giggles, hooks her legs around Mordecai and pounds him right back. And ow, her shoulder hurt where he bites ... but she's also feeling all sorts of mini-explosions as pleasure waves start to hit her like mad!
The bat doesn's slow down right away, just gradually tapers off, until he's forced to unclench his jar from Snowcora so that he can take a deep breath. Then he bites are again on the left breast.. but not quite enough to break the skin. More to get as much into his mouth as he can, so he can tease her with his tongue.
Snowcora goes mmmmmft! "Those are not detachable!" she squeals and arches up! The squealing just gets worse when the tongue gets in on the action, and those bar-studs makes everything more sensitive, too! She forgot that as Willow doesn't have them!
Of course, now that Jacoba is free.. he joins in to get his revenge(?) as well. Big buck teeth aren't as sharp as fangs, but.. they're big buck teeth all the same.
More teeth means more squealing! The poor Snowcora is squirming all about now! But, fair's fair she supposes! She was pretty mean!
Eventually Mordecai lets go.. but only so he can start on the next color! "Blue for spirit," he notes next.
Snowcora relaxes now that the bat has to focus more and settles. "Hmm, maybe I should partner with Hortense to manage you lapis. What do you think, Jacoba? Can you see me as a Mistress?"
That earns a bit more of a bite from the buck, and lots of tongue-wiggling. The does start to tickle Snowcora too! And then the first finger-prick of the third rune happens.
Snowcora giggles loudly, then goes ow! "Totally worth it," she claims.
This doesn't make the Lapis stop what they're doing though. The first two fingers are still throbbing, and it having them restrained probably doesn't help. And the Lapis probably wouldn't lick them for her. And after this one comes the pinky. Human fingers aren't anywhere close to size-symmetric for some reason.
Snowcora is at least grateful the tattoos are small! The full body ones hurt a lot more over a large area. She can live with throbby fingers ... or so she keeps trying to tell herself, and squirm a lot as the lapis continue to accost her!
To counter the squirming, Mordecai starts bucking down with his hips. It isn't exactly 'pinning' the woman though, since the bunnies underneath her are at least somewhat pliable. It does cause squeaks each time though, which can be amusing. The spirit rune feels more complicated, or else it's just the break from the painful needle has only managed to make her that much more sensitive.
"I think your bed has sprung a leak. It keeps squeaking," Snowcora quips to distract herself from her finger hurting! Such a small space, so much pain.
"Are you sure?" Modecai asks, and bounces a bit harder, causing louder squeaks.
Snowcora giggles! "Pretty sure, yes," she claims.
"Well, I'll just have to plug them all up later," Mordecai says, causing the mattress to collectively giggle. Eventually, he wipes away the blood with alcohol, and asks, "Ready for the last one? Purple for Dream."
"That is if I leave you anything to plug them with!" Snowcora claims. Her ears would twitch if they could, but human ears just don't work that way! "No, I'm not, but best to get it over with," she admits.
Needles are switched, ink is swirled, and.. the rune is not going to be smaller in proportion to the finger pad. Mordecai starts almost on the side. It's just going to cover more of the available space, apparently.
Snowcora whines, "Owwwwwwwwwwwwww." Great, the pinky is even more sensitive!
Mordecai promises to 'make it up to her' as she makes pained noises. With the other three fingers throbbing, it feels like her whole hand is on fire. But once the artist is done, maybe she can use the shadow to soothe them. Prick-prick-prick goes the needle.
"You're not doing the thumb, right?" Snowcora asks, then pauses a little. "Why aren't you doing the thumb?" now she asks, worried.
"Oh, I have to finish the pinky before that," Mordecai notes. "The thumb is a little more complicated."
"Aha! So you are going to tattoo my thumb!" Snowcora declares as if she just caught Mordecai out!
"Yes, but not for Zakaro," he notes. "Just for me."
Somehow, that isn't terribly comforting. Mordecai is not exactly sane, either, and tends to be more perverse than Zakaro is!
So when the pinky is done.. and Mordecai licks the blood off this time, there may be some concern as to what he's going to do with the thumb. Especially when he starts cleaning all of the needles and freshening up the already-used ink colors.
Snowcora's left eye twitches a lot. "What are you going to do with my thumb?" she asks as she shifts her free hand down to rub all around her vulva, over her orb, and against Mordecai where he enters her.
Mordecai figures the self-fondling means he needs to start gyrating again, so does so while he works. "Something special, and of significance to the both of us," he claims, and sets out his freshly sterilized needles. The thumb has the most space on it, if only barely, so it could be anything. But he starts with the black.. seeming to pepper it about instead of making lines as such. It feels like.. pricking her thumb. The urge to stick it into her mouth is strong.
Snowcora goes mmmmft and bites her lower lip! Her hips roll a little, slowly, and her hand continues to rub down there to try and fight the urge of wanting to suck on her thumb!
As if to 'help', Jacoba offers up his own thumb! Or he would, if his thumb grew out of his groin. It takes some flexing, and it puts Snowcora's scalp pretty much right into his stomach.. but the buck is a trooper (and probably a contortionist).
There's no alcohol wipe between color changes.. Mordecai is still using his tongue. And he changes colors often, and isn't following any sort of pattern that Snowcora can detect. Of course her thumb eventually feels so swollen that she couldn't tell what's going on anyway, beyond 'it sure hurts!'
And Snowcora can't help herself, opens wide, and she's got a nice lapi bit to suckle, nurse, and lick on. It's a thankful distraction from how bad her thumb hurts! She focuses more and more on what she's nursing on, flavor and feel, just to try and ignore her thumb!
It's almost shocking that the buck, apparently 'henchman' to Hortense and coworker of Mordecai.. is still all-natural. No embellishments added. Of course, that could simply be due to not having enough free time for recovery from such procedures. It also brings on the notion that Mordecai must have done all of his own bodywork, unless he had a mentor that showed him how.
Snowcora doesn't mind. Simple can be nice too, and it means she has to work more to cause Mordecai-level responses. So, it's a challenge! And she does, with lots of licking, play-biting, tugging, and lipping.
Lapis are vegetarians, and it makes their fluids (including blood) have a distinctive flavor compared to carnivores or vampires. Must be the different sorts of proteins in the mix, or vitamin content. It does give her a focus other than the work Mordecai is doing (to her thumb, not the other work he's doing to her). Her fingers are so sore and throbbing that she doesn't even realize when they've been released from their restraints.
And Snowcora isn't one to let something stop without an end, so she continues to work on the lapi, nursing and teasing until she can get him to peak. It's only then that she'll let him free off her mouth ... and probably then notice her hand has been freed.
Jacoba has been eating a lot of cabbage lately, if taste is anything to go by once he releases. Or it's from the start-stop-backup that he went through earlier. He also squeaks.
The human savors, playfully bites him, then finally lets his go. She then blinks a few times and realizes that yes her hand is freed. So, while licking her lips a little, she lifts her hand to look at it.
The runes are Esoteric instead of Babelite, which is a bit of a surprise, coming from Zakaro, and the colors show up fine despite the fingers being red and swollen (and when the normally nearly-translucent skin reddens, it's very red - but the Life symbol is still clear). The thumb, however.. it isn't clear what it's supposed to be. It's almost a smear of colors, with some seemingly random shading.. until she notices the chandelier of color-shifting crystals hanging from the cavern ceiling.
And Snowcora finally can't resist and ends up sucking on her thumb, then each finger in turn for a minute or two. "So, this thumb one, it's a mark of this place?" she asks as she slowly draws her thumb from her mouth. "And my fingers, why aren't these babelite runes?"
"Because the Babelite ones don't hold magical significance," Mordecai says, and starts massaging Snowcora's breasts once he's finished cleaning his hands. "And yes, the thumb represents our special place."
Snowcora hooks her legs tighter so that Mordecai can't pull out. "It's only special when you're here," she says, voice soft and sultry. She lifts her hand (the one that doesn't hurt) and caresses over his scarred chest again. "If only you could be with me, and part of me, every day," she murmurs, "But I will always have these marks you gave me."
"They should never fade," he promises, then puts an arm around her to pull him up so she's more straddling his lap, and grins. "Now I can have a bit of fun without thinking about designs," he says, before leaning further back until Snowcora is on top of him. And then something warm and fluffy is up against her back.. and Jacoba pays homage to Gorphat while Mordecai pays his dues to Inala.
"This better last for a long time. I need to make up for all the missing nights we should have been together," Snowcora coos as she leans forward, and feels the fluffy weight settle onto her back. She makes a grunt as the lapi pays his homage too, and she almost purrs, "Good boy, right where I wanted you to join in." She reaches back with one hand and rubs the back of his neck. "I hope you two can hold out, because I intend to go for hours, or perhaps ... days." She smiles, and it's a hungry sort, too ... then it isn't only her is moaning here...