Inala's Paradise
The interior of this club is huge. It's as if all but the necessary support columns and trusses had been removed to create a single, circular chamber. There are no openings to the outside save the entrance, but there are stairs and elevated walks around the perimeter, revealing a second level of rooms. The walls are painted with fantastic cloudscapes and gardens and palaces, all reminiscent of the Paradise created by the great Dream Ritual of not so very long ago. Statues of Inala dot the varied landscape, possibly looted from the original temple itself.

It takes a while before everyone is awake again. Cricket is led off to take a much needed bath - mostly certainly an attended one, and Tulani has to wait for someone to bring her the clothes she left on the dance floor, but that doesn't keep her in the playroom. She leans over the railing outside to looking down at the main level of the club. "It always seems a lot bigger when you're down there," she notes to Alptraum.

"Well, that's the whole perspective thing," Alptraum remarks as he approaches the rail next to Tulani and leans on it. He's still naked since because at this point it doesn't really matter. Besides, he can always shadow-dress if he really needs to. "So, do you ever feel, well, slutty?" he asks.

"Compared to back home.. yes," Tulani admits, folding her ears back a bit in embarrassment. "For Babel though? Not at all. Kind of liberating when everyone else is a libertine." She looks sidelong at Alptraum and asks, "Do you think I'm slutty?"

"No," Alptraum notes and shrugs a bit. "I'm more worried about myself in that respect."

"Me in general," Alptraum notes, "I mean, all of them are me, a little bit after all."

"Well, no, not usually," Alptraum admits. "But still ... at this rate I'll sleep with half of Babel."

"Well, I'm sure it's less than that," Tulani says. "I mean.. how often are tied up or something for it?"

"Eeeeh, half the time? I kinda like being tied up now," Alptraum admits and chuckles. "How about you?"

"I haven't been tied up enough to form an opinion," Tulani claims, and grins. "I don't know if I've been all that adventurous since.. uh.. the dryads.." she admits. "At least, I don't feel like I have. Does being sort of in a dominant role count as adventurous, or just feline?"

"Feline and dragon," Alptraum admits. "And I guess somewhat adventurous." He peers down, trying to see if there is anyone he recognizes. "I would ask if you worry about getting pregnant .. but, right, you can't. I'm sorry."

"Well, I'm mostly with you, and I don't know if I can get pregnant as a dragon," Tulani notes. "How would that even work? Would I be stuck that way for the duration?"

Since it seems to be Greytown Night, Alptraum can pick out a few of the Skreeks that work at the nearby construction site, along with some of the women that cater to them. There are still a few noble-looking sorts, but a few of them are mingling more with the workers, so are probably involved the renovation projects. There's also a woman dressed in the robes of a Yodhrinala near the stage, who doesn't seem to be doing anything. She's holding a cup of tea and sitting at one of the small tables. Across the way, Bara stands on her private balcony, watching her guests as well.

"Did you notice there is a Yodhrinala here?" Alptraum asks Tulani. "That's rather curious."

"I hadn't," Tulani says, and looks around until she spots the woman. "She wasn't here when were dancing. And I think Bara has a private doctor look after her people."

"And you think that's her? Think I should go say hello to her?" Alptraum inquires as he tries to sense her now.

The woman is very calm. It could be a deliberate effect however, given that Yodhrinala generally handle patients that have suffered a significant trauma. She does seem to have genuine magical ability though, since Alptraum definitely senses Life Magic about her.

"I don't recognize her from Mt. Sunala, but then I haven't exactly been poking my head into the hospital tents," Tulani says. "But I don't think she's one of the 'nurse' acolytes."

"She's a mage of some sort. Well, at least has actual ability," Alptraum remarks, "I think I'll go say hello." He pats Tulani's shoulder and then leaps over the rail so he can glide down. Naked.

The Yodhrinala notices Alptraum quickly - probably because he's in the air and gliding down towards the stage area. There's definitely a look of recognition on her face.

Alptraum lands and folds his wings in. "Well, here is someone I wouldn't have expected to see here; a Yodhrinala," Alptraum comments as he takes a chair, spins it, and sits on it with his chest against the back.

"I would not have expected to see the Barsunala either," the woman says. She's probably in her thirties, but it's difficult to tell given her dark brown fur and even darker black hair, which doesn't look like it's ever been cut. "Especially on my first ever night off-duty."

"No? Why not? What brings you to this place?" Alptraum inquires as he rests his chin on the back of his chair and looks at the Yodh. "And you don't look off-duty; you're still in robe."

"It's the only real clothing I own," the Yodh notes. "Outside of my work gown, but that is getting a thorough cleaning right now. As for why here; I'd always wanted to visit the Temple of Inala. But I waited too long, or rather never got up the courage when I was younger. This is the next best thing I'm told, and far less dangerous for a Yodh of a once-forbidden cult."

"I do notice you're not afraid of me. Many have been," Alptraum notes and shrugs a little. "What were you hoping to find at the Temple of Inala?"

"Tranquility," the woman claims. "Working mostly in the undercity, I'd never seen an actual garden. I suppose I still haven't, unless there is one hidden away in here. And also to feel a bit less isolated."

"I'm not sure you'd find much of that at the Temple of Inala, though Cyprian noted there was a good garden there," Alptraum says and nods a little. "I suppose if you want peace, then talking to me is probably not helping with that much, eh?"

"Why would you think that?" the woman asks, tilting her head to one side. "The Barsunala is the epitome of peace, carrying one away from all their worldly pain and cares. I've seen it on.. too many faces."

"Because you don't seem particularly welcoming to my presence," Alptraum admits and shrugs a little. "Plus I know there are all sorts of stories about me in the streets."

"Oh, what sort of stories?" the Yodh asks. "The patients I see generally aren't talkative outside of a very limited focus. How would I be more welcoming?"

Alptraum arches his brow a little at that. "All sorts, from me being kind, to being a monster, depending on who you talk to," he remarks. "As for the other question ... that's harder to answer. You haven't even told me your name; though I suppose I also haven't asked."

"Well, it's been awhile since anyone has actually used my name," the Yodh says, "But I go by Zestya. Do you have a name you prefer, or is Barsunala the usual one? I was never sure if that was a title or a name."

"Alptraum is my actual name. It should have been Rikat, but ... complications," Alptraum admits and shrugs. He offers his right hand in greeting, "Nice to meet you, Zestya."

The woman takes it uncertainly, holding it between thumb and forefinger. "Is.. there a special greeting or ritual or is this just what it looks like?" she asks. "I'm not really up on Yodh protocols. Although I assume a large number of them involve knives."

Alptraum's ears splay flat. "Do I look like I'm carrying any weapons?" he has to ask. "There's no protocol to saying hello to me, generally. Not in meeting me in this capacity anyway."

"Oh, good!" Zestya says, suddenly seeming warmer, and actually takes Alptraum's hand. "It hasn't been that long since I had to run from Yodhsunala raids on the hidden clinics. I'm still not entirely used to now openly operating on Mt. Sunala of all places."

She then puts her other hand on Alptraum's wrist.. and just sort of explores the structure of his right hand. "Is this the one you use to hold onto souls with?" she asks.

"You aren't the first that's been afraid of me. The girl I saved from the Yodhgorphat years ago was terrified of me too," Alptraum notes. He doesn't pull his hand back as she explores. "It ... sort of is, actually. My hand is a bit damaged from fighting Amena's monsters, but it still works."

"This is.. a scar?" Zestya asks, looking up into Alptraum's eyes again. "Wait.. can you turn around and sit normally in your chair for a moment?"

"Alptraum takes his hand back, then stands so he can spin his chair around. Then he sits right back down again. "Okay, so I'm sitting normally?" he says.

Zestya leaves her own chair and stands over Alptraum for a moment, before bending down to get a closer look at his chest. "This white patch is also a scar, isn't it?" she asks. "It doesn't seem as severe as the other, but the location is worrying."

"It's a scar. I was stabbed through my heart," Alptraum says matter-of-factly. "I'm a tough one; I survived that."

This revelation causes Zestya to frown and do something.. unexpected. She stands back up and removes her robe, before sitting right in Alptraum's lap and kissing him! But there's magic behind the kiss, because he can definitely feel it flowing out from the lips and spidering through his body. It takes only a moment to realize that the Yodhrinala is doing something very like kenning, but with Life Magic.

Alptraum's eyes go wide! And he counters, by kenning her back, through the kiss; only his uses the shadow instead of Sinai life magic to do it.

This certainly surprises Zestya. While it's uncertain what she's learned from him, he learns that's had both of her legs broken and reset, probably as a child, and is missing one of her kidneys. There's an old surgical scar to go along with that. Otherwise she's very healthy, and has the muscle tone of someone who has been very active.

Alptraum draws back the shadow, but only releases the kiss when she does. "You have one kidney. Who did you donate one to?" he inquires, one ear splayed sideways. "And did you fall flying as a child? Your legs have fracture lines."

"Your chest scar has an odd connection to your hand and reproductive system," Zestya reports. "You're also a vampire. I didn't sense life magic though.. so how did you read me? And it wasn't a fall, they were broken after I fell. Someone needed the kidney more than I did."

"I read you because I'm special." Alptraum claims. "And I could probably make you grow another kidney, but then you'd donate it again and suffer ... so I'll pass on that."

"What makes you think I suffered?" Zestya asks. "What is that odd connection between your heart, hand and genitals?"

"Because surgery is painful, and wounds like that don't heal easily, and magic healing them is costly," Alptraum points out. "As for the connection, why do you even want to know?"

"Because injuries aren't usually linked like that," she notes. She then slides off of Alptraum's lap and gets on her knees, and goes for a more direct examination of not-obvious-injured part of him. She seems to need her lips and tongue to do her kenning trick, so the Barsunala is suddenly getting glomped on down there by a naked Yodhrinala. And the kenning affect is more focused, as if Zestya is really trying to figure out what the connection is, and if there's hidden damage.

Alptraum sits upright. "What in Dagh's name are you doing?" he squeaks! "That is not not a proper thing to be doing!"

"Mmmff," the Yodh says, and uses her hands to try and hold Alptraum in place. She's being very thorough with the examination. Finally she releases him, and says, "I can't find any damage. Does it all work normally? No pain or abnormal sensations?"

"Everything works fine, you nut!" Alptraum gasps out, much of him fluffed out from that sudden examination. "Of course there's no pain! I'm fine."

"So what is the connection then?" Zestya asks, looking up at Alptraum. "I've never seen injuries connected like this. And if one isn't even an injury it is doubly confusing."

"Why does it even matter? You'll never see it again, I'm unique," Alptraum points out. "They're interlinked because the same way I healed the injuries also helped magnify a few other things about me, is all."

This gets Alptraum a very close-up look at Zestya's face, nearly nose to nose. "How did you heal the injuries, especially the one on your heart?" she asks, eyes wide and hands gripping Alptraum's shoulders.

Alptraum leans way back. "Why? Only I can realistically do it. Well, myself and some monsters, but no mage or Yodh could manage it," he squeaks. "It's not something I can teach you!"

"But you already use the same.. similar.. technique that I do for diagnosing injuries," Zestya says. "Your healing method may be similar to mine as well, but I couldn't repair a damaged organ."

"Really, I don't think you could duplicate it. I'm using the abilities of an ancient creature that isn't even of this world. It's not quite magic, though the closest way to explain it is a mix of both shadow and life magic, then combined with spirit magic," Alptraum explains. "Does someone need an organ repaired?"

"Someone always need an organ repaired," Zestya assures. "How did you use this.. technique.. to repair your own heart though?"

"When you're dying, you tend to do things you have to, to live," Alptraum explains and shrugs a little. His brow arches up a bit, then his facial features ripple and move, until Zestya is looking at her own face ... on Alptraum's body. "I have very detailed control of my own form," he notes.

"I think I've seen that face before," Zestya says, and reaches out a finger to push on Alptraum's cheek.. probably to see if it can be reshaped like clay.

Alptraum's face doesn't move. "It's your face," he remarks, dryly. "I could copy your entire body, down to your injuries, if I wanted to."

"Really?" Zestya asks, looking intrigued. "I've only been able to copy bits between me and the patient."

"It takes a lot of effort, but yes, I can copy virtually anyone, even animals," Alptraum says. "I can be anyone's living fantasy! Or nightmare."

"I've never had a fantasy, much less a living one," Zestya says, the looks Alptraum in the eyes and asks, "Are you sure you can't teach me how to do it? It's something that Rinala was capable of doing. Does it require being divine then?"

"I really don't think I can. I defeated an ancient evil to get this ability," Alptraum admits. "I wouldn't even know where to start." He shakes his head and reverts it back to normal.

"Oh.. I'm not sure I can defeat an ancient evil," Zestya says, and sits back in Alptraum's lap for now. "I can sort of swap injuries, to some degree. I have to be careful, of course. And it's not really physically swapping things but.. I suppose I've never tried to actually explain it before."

"You really shouldn't do that. You could seriously harm yourself," Alptraum notes. "It takes a lot of spirit and life energy to manage to heal or transfer things. You could kill yourself in the attempt."

"It's a talent I've always had, a gift from Rinala," Zestya says. "To know what is damaged, and.. help along healing. In the beginning it scared me, and I came close to dying a few times, but I learned better control and how to do just a little bit at a time. I had to get really good at feeling the injuries in detail first of course."

"Yes, you have to know the person in detail, as well as the wound, to know how to encourage it ti heal, and give it the framework it needs to regenerate the damaged tissue. Rebuilding whole organs is even harder, and the energy needs are extremely high. I can do it. I have done it, recently at the Mage's tower in fact, but it took a lot out of me to do it, and while yes, I am powerful in that sense, even I have my limits," Alptraum admits. "but, if you wanted to get better at it, there's a life mage at the mage guild that might help you; she knows me, and how my abilities sort, sort of."

"A mage?" Zestya asks, lowering her voice to say the word. "Don't they hate us untrained sorts? I can only do two things, but.. would they try to stop me? Yodhrinala are still technically outlawed by the Yodh I think. We have to work under the supervision of proper Yodh."

"I ... the mages tolerate me," Alptraum notes. "And if you were known to work with me, they'd probably work with you. I can ask them of course, and let you know."

"Well, if it will help me with my work," Zestya rationalizes, "then please do. Right now I can do well managing smaller blood vessels, but it takes a lot of focus. I can handle a bit of internal bleeding of my own. It's nerves I'm worried about. They don't heal the same, and I could damage myself permanently. But if I had more energy I think it would all be safer for me."

"Use a battery," Alptraum says. "If you charge up an artifact over time, it can work as a bolster to your own power to draw from, instead of using your own life for it."

"I don't.. have anything like that," Zestya notes. "I can't put energy into things. Where do mages get it from?"

"Well.. that would be worth the risk!" Zestya says, and smiles. "What do you do here, Mr. Alptraum? It's my first time. I'm not a dancer. Too clumsy. The tea is good though, and it is nice to see people that have all of their fluids and the like still on their insides."

"And here I thought you'd be normal," Alptraum admits and rubs his forehead. "I dance sometimes, or just visit with people. Sometimes I engage in more carnal actions too."

"You have friends here?" the Yodh asks. "You like sex? Oh.. you're naked." Like she just now noticed. She may have not realized that she's naked too, unless that's how she usually works. "I tried sex once," she notes, without a lot of inflection.

"Yes, I have friends here, and yes, I like sex. It can be quite enjoyable," Alptraum answers as he looks at the other Eeee. Why does he never meet anyone somewhat normal?

"It doesn't knock you out?" Zestya asks, looking surprised. "When I tried it.. I was out for a day!"

Zestya blinks. "I.. isn't it very intense for you too?" she asks. "I thought you were like me, but you're not really like me. When I'm in contact with someone, I can feel their pain and their pleasure. I was a lot younger back then of course, I might have better control over keeping things separate."

"Ah, yes, I can feel that, but I also can ignore it or not feel it at will," Alptraum says as he finally realizes it's kind of like Snow. "Now that makes more sense."

"What makes more sense?" Zestya asks. "Or do you mean that literally, in that sex makes more sensation?"

Alptraum rubs his face. "No, that you can't filter as why it is intense for you like that," he says. "I can filter, so I don't get overwhelmed. Hmm, I bet Bara could help you with this. If she'd even agree to it, of course."

"She is the owner here, isn't she?" Zestya asks. "She knows this.. dulling skill? How did you learn it?"

"It's mostly just learning how to control it better," Alptraum says and gets up, while carrying Zestya. "Lets go talk to her," he adds, and heads off towards the stairs up the pedistal without even waiting for a reply.

"I haven't been carried in a long while," Zestya notes. "Oh.. my robes.. will someone hold them for me? I shouldn't lose them."

Alptraum actually shoots back shadow tentacles to collect her robes! They pull the robes back to them and drops them in Zestya's lap. All while still walking! Hah, take that walking and chewing gum! "There, problem solved," he says.

The owner of the club is waiting for Alptraum at the top, of course, looking taller and leaner than she actually is because of the way her dress hugs her and drapes across the floor. "You've brought a friend I see," Bara notes.

"And you were waiting for me?" Alptraum asks. "I just met this one, and she could use some ... help. She's too sensitive to what others feel, and feels it herself. She can't filter. Other than myself, I am not sure who would best be able to teach her how to not get overwhelmed by physical things.

Bara comes up to look over the Yodhrinala. "So not physical sensitivity?" she asks.

"No, more emotional, like this," Alptraum offers by way of explanation, and tries to use Snow's lust lure on Bara to get her hormones to rise and make her, well, randier than a rhugrhat in rut season.

The former Yodhinala raises an eyebrow, and Zestya starts panting. "A skill from Inala?" Bara asks in a deliberately controlled voice.

"Maybe," Alptraum says a bit noncommittally. "You okay there, Bara?" he asks, and grins toothily.

"I do have an appearance to maintain, you know," Bara notes, but is clenching her teeth a bit. That doesn't stop her from reaching under Zestya's to get a grip on Alptraum. She does things with her fingers. It's not magic, just.. skill.

Alptraum stops Snow's aura when Bara does that! "Okay, okay, I'll behave!" Alptraum squeaks.

"There are things that I didn't teach Honey you know," Bara purrs. It's said in a sultry manner, but still seems scary.

Zestya is still panting though. Apparently being close to the source of the aura has an effect, even if she wasn't the target.

"I know, and there are things I haven't done too," Alptraum says, sweetly. "So, we don't need to thresten each other

"Not up to seeing which of us would give up first then?" Bara asks, and looks to Zestya again. She pokes her lightly on a nipple, and the woman writhes a bit and gasps. "Hmm. She'll need a slow hand," she says, and gestures for Alptraum to lay her out on the couch (which this time is actual furniture, as opposed to a reclining Fnerf).

"No, I just don't want to actually hurt you, Bara," Alptraum explains as he sets the other Eeee down onto the actual furniture.

"Do you have a means of cooling her down?" Bara asks. She's probably interested for herself as well.

"Yes," Alptraum agrees and concentrates for a bit to reverse Snow's aura and pull away the arousal he caused.

This certainly calms Zestya, probably faster than it does Bara. The Yodhrinala seems especially sensitive to it. "What was that?" she manages to ask.

"Lust control, basically. I can make you a gibbering lust bunny if I wished to," Alptraum admits.

"I don't think I can do that," Zestya notes. "Not Rinala's purview. I'm not even that enticing in the nude."

"I can control her arousal and the build of such things," Alptraum explains, "IT's not quite sensitivity

"Hmm," Bara ponders. "Perhaps she just needs a lover that has better control," she suggests. "Although that could result in a prolonged session. There are certain techniques I know.. but they may fall more under the category of sexual torture."

"The problem is she feels what they feel, so she needs to learn how to not feel what they feel at quite the same level that she does," Alptraum says as he sits on the edge of the couch. "But you can control hormone levels, as that is body chemistry and healing-related," he notes to Zestya.

"I've never tried that before," Zestya says, sitting up. "It is hard to focus when the feedback hits me."

"Have you tried projecting some of it into your partner, to lessen your load?" Bara asks.

"But have you tried?" Alptraum asks. "Maybe if Bara spends some time with you, you can reflect it back to her..."

"More likely act as a sink for the excess," Bara says. "A third party would be the easiest solution." She then looks to Alptraum, and asks, "Which end do you want to be on?"

Alptraum hmms. "Probably the sink, since I can manipulate it further if I need to," he admits.

Alptraum settles down next to Zestya on the couch. "Well, this should be a show," he remarks with a grin.

"It will?" Zestya asks, and then has Bara in her lap. The first kiss is broken off quickly though. "Try not to use your magic," Bara tells the other woman.

Alptraum almost goes woo! Then he almost gets something to write scores on. Then he just sits on his hands to stay out of trouble.

Staying out of trouble is difficult, as Zestya reaches over to grab him at the most convenient 'energy transfer' point.. and then Bara joins her. Her grip is definitely less passive, even as she uses her other hand (and feet and wings) on Zestya.

"Argh, I'm just supposed to be the observer!" Alptraum squeaks! He's never successfully gotten to watch two girls; it usually ended with the Radovah's throwing pans

These two are hardly girls, and Zestya has no idea what to do. But Bara knows exactly what to do, and Alptraum gets the 'overflow' directly to his root. It's not like with Snow's training, where things seems surge and subside like the tide before the final wave came crashing down. It's a steady flow, so more like standing under a waterfall this time. And there were even sympathetic tingles in the corresponding spots when Bara licked or nibbled on Zestya.

So, Alptraum ends up squirming, a lot, and whimpering, and regretting all of his life choices, and deciding he should become a celibate monk if he survives! Like he'll ever keep to that.

If he missed having breasts before, it now feels like he has phantom ones. It doesn't help that Bara is doing things to him as well, probably to ensure that he remains receptive (or else because she likes being able to do that to men). When Zestya peaks, however, she does not pass out! So it should be considered a success. Although it means Alptraum bears the brunt of the sensation.

And Alptraum goes rigid, squeaks, then makes one heck of a mess when he sort of explodes from where he's gripped. Why does everything he do ultimately backfire on him?

Bara gets Zestya settled a bit, since she needs a rest. But soon she's kneeling down next to Alptraum's legs, and cleaning him up with a warm, damp towel. "So, what's been happening that I should be made aware of?" she asks as she gently washes sensitive areas.

Alptraum squirms, and comments, "At least you aren't licking." It does take him a bit to focus and figure out an answer to that question, "Well, other than three of the royal mages were recently captured, and they've been planning a raid on Babel ... not too much as of late. Oh, I've also been trying to convince Mave to get out more and visit people, but that's a struggle."

"What is she up to then if she isn't going out?" Bara asks, and spreads Alptraum's legs to get access to his inner thighs. "And I'd think the old royal mages would be getting as far away as possible! What are they after that's worth the risk?"

"Not much of anything. I doubt you would welcome her here, though, right?" Alptraum asks as he tries to not think about what Bara is doing. "As for the mages ... I don't know. Something in the Tower is all I currently know; I need to find out more regarding it."

"The Tower is full of horrors," Bara claims, in a perfectly matter-of-fact tone. "And.. I'm sure I could find a use for Mave, given enough time to plan something.." That was not a matter-of-fact tone at all, but a sultry-scary one. She leans in now to work on Alptraum's belly.

"But would you want to See Mave again?" Alptraum has to ask as he looks down. "You and her have history."

Like any proper Yodhinala, there's more cleavage on Bara than the typical Eeee. "If she asked to come here, and apologized, I would consider meeting with her," the woman claims.

"For many things," Bara, standing up now to look over Alptraum. "Has she ever apologized to you?"

"Surprisingly, yes," Alptraum says and looks up at Bara, one ear cocked curiously.

"Then she should be able to apologize to me," Bara says, and then straddles Alptraum's lap, pushing down on his shoulders.

Alptraum leans back as far as he can as Bara pushes, him back. "Well, hello?" He licks his lips and notes, "You could straddle my muzzle if you preferred." He waggles his brow.

"That wouldn't give me a chance to properly exercise," Bara says, pulling Alptraum into her.. without using her hands or feet. "I can't do this with just anyone. Do I need to bring people in to keep them out of the way of this royal mage Tower raid?"

Alptraum's toes splay! "Good Gods, that's some muscle control," he squeaks. It takes several deep breaths to regain some level of concentration to reply to the question," I don't know yet; I need to find out what it is they're after first, I think. I don't know if anyone is directly targeted other than the Yodhrephath, and Thath himself.

"I've never met Thath," Bara notes as she suckles on Alptraum. At least there isn't a tongue down there. "Is he as scary as rumors have it? He's supposedly unkillable, but I don't think the Royal Mages have made an attempt on him before."

"He's not that scary. I've met him several times," Alptraum claims as his ears twitch around. "He's old, yet still quite handsome; which is scary a bit I guess." His hips buck slightly now instinctively.

"Hmm, hold that thought," Bara says then leans in as if she's going to kiss Alptraum, but just brushes her lips along the side of his muzzle and cheek on their way to his ear. She whispers something into it, before biting the edge. It's like an electric jolt that races down his spine.. and stops his hips from moving.

This makes Alptraum make a rather unceremonious squeak! "Aaaaah," he says, sounding extremely distracted. "Keep this up and I may want to keep you all to myself," he claims.

"Well, depending on how you respond, I may keep you instead," Bara claims. "This is a very old technique, which was used on barinala." She then shifts to whisper into and bite his other ear, sending another shock that seems to paralyze his wings and shoulders.

Alptraum kicks his legs a little and flails his ... toes? "What are you ... doing?" he has to ask, wide-eyed.

"Preparing you," Bara claims. "As a male, you cannot fully experience Inala's glory.. well, that's what we called it," she explains. "It's necessary to first surrender all control of your body. Now, I expect that you can undo what I've done any time you want, so you must promise that you will not do so."

"I probably could, but ... why would I want to?" Alptraum has to ask, "Not taking risks in life makes it really boring, and hey, being treated like a Barinala for a while could be ... fun." He grins slightly at that, adding, "Plus, I do trust you."

The latter makes Bara grin very wide. "We will test that then," she says, and then nuzzles at his neck.. also whispering. It must be a spell or prayer of some kind. Otherwise the bite wouldn't cause that electric, muscle-locking jolt.

"I'm attracted to danger, it's exciting," Alptraum admits as he curls his toes slowly. "Babel taught me to be attracted to a lot of surprising things."

"So do you find me attractive, exciting or dangerous?" Bara asks, as she takes Alptraum's arm and does the whisper-bite-zap to his wrist.

"All three," Alptraum claims as he doesn't resist Bara at all when she lifts and bites his wrist. "Dangerous, controlling, women are very attractive ... especially in the right environments."

"What are the wrong environments?" Bara asks as she moves on to the other arm.

"Well.. I haven't broken in the spider pit yet," Bara teases. She then positions Alptraum's hands so that she can uses them as breast supports. The contact makes his palms warm and tingly.

Alptraum laughs, teasing back, "I deal with Blakat, I've seen spiders." And now he's a little frustrated! He's got breasts in his hands and he can't do anything with them! Now that's cruel!

The former Yodhinala is still exhibiting impressive muscle control, and then suddenly she's off of Alptraum, giving him a sudden chill. He can't turn his neck to see what she's doing down there, but there's definitely whispering going on in the recently washed area where he's especially vulnerable.

Alptraum gasps out when he's laid bare and feeling slick and cold down there! "Oookay, now it's getting a little frustrating!" he claims, unable to really move much.

The bite and zap come, which first shocks and then numbs the parts that generally fuel the entire endeavor. At least it doesn't feel like he was kneed in the groin, but it makes the rest of the biological apparatus seem that much firmer in response.

Alptraum grrks! "You're going to make it so I don't feel anything at all?" he has to ask, brow arched up. "Or in prep for something more traumatic...?"

"To truly experience this, the usual avenues need to be blocked," Bara explains. "The goal here is to not have a single focus of sensation." And then he feels the tongue circling the tip.. before hearing the whispering again.

"You want me to feel what women feel?" Alptraum asks as he wiggles his toes around again. That tongue feels really good and it makes Alptraum actually mumble-growl appreciatively!

"Oh no, this is a religious experience," Bara says, just before the bite. The electric jolt feels a lot more powerful, given how sensitive that area is. It also means he's going to be frozen like that until whatever this is wears off or is deactivated.

Alptraum squeaks from that jolt! What can still move spasms and jerks a bit too! "Would I have made a good Barinala, do you think?" he asks, curious.

"We're going to find out," Bara promises. "We'll see how much you can endure." Then she starts in on his legs. Maybe she'll leave the toes alone so he can still flex something other than his ears.

"Want me white, with blonde hair?" Alptraum asks with a silly sort of grin. He really does trust she isn't going to hurt him, so he's mostly excited and only a little worried!

"Oh no.. it was one of the Temple of Inala's little secrets that we had lookalikes for all of the Kindly Ones and lesser deities," Bara claims. "That was one of the ultimate power fantasies after all." She seems to be leaving his toes alone for now.. but moves on to paralyze his butt next!

"Ahhh, so in this case you're happy to get the real thing for a change," Alptraum remarks, grinning slightly. "Does that make me your fantasy?"

"Hmm, I don't know that I have had a sexual fantasy," Bara admits. "But I've come to appreciate dominance and a feeling of power." With most of Alptraum paralyzed, she now starts poking at him with her claws, albeit in very specific places. More tingles!

"And possibly even more so when someone who could counter you chooses not to and submits to your whims?" Alptraum has to ask as his ears start doing a dance of semaphore.

"Well, I've never done this to a non-barinala before," Bara purrs. "Not all of them survived it, after all. For mere unblessed mortals it would probably qualify as a form of execution. You aren't a mere mortal though." She kisses his nipples, and bites on the end of the barbels to give them a little twist.

Alptraum inhales sharply! He actually has to resist, well, giving himself actual breasts while Bara twists and plays with those barbells. "True," he says in a shaky voice, "I'm not."

After touching several other key points, Bara returns to straddling Alptraum. She feels extra warm, almost hot now. And when she lays across him the heat from her body begins to seep in from every point of contact.

"Good Goddesses," Alptraum murmurs out, eyelids drooping slightly. He's resisting all sorts of urges pretty well, though he couldn't resist making his nipples a bit thicker, and more like a more developed female, except for being flat-chested still, of course.

Bara's breasts make up for the personal lack, to some degree, especially when she starts to move. While one part may be numbed, the one inside of her isn't, but it still doesn't feel the same as it usually does. "Now, try to clear your mind, and just focus on the sensations," Bara whispers. "Imagine that you are a sponge, and a pleasant liquid warmth is soaking into you."

Alptraum closes his eyes the rest of the way and breathes slowly, in and out. He's used to focusing on feelings and things around him, so focusing on sensations he feels should be fairly easy. "Okay," Alptraum murmurs, sounding distant and very relaxed.

More and more, he seems to loose his sense of physical presence. There's some heat and pressure, but mostly it's just the heat flowing into him, where his body is just the regions that aren't as hot yet. It takes a few minutes before he feels fully suffused.

Alptraum finds this surprisingly enjoyable. It's a slow build of something he's not sure he's quite felt before. At least not like this. "This feels amazing," he murmurs, "It's like floating out of time."

"Then you're ready to begin," Bara says. She starts doing her muscle tricks again, but it feels more like pulses that flow inward through the point of contact and spread through his body. At first, they fade out before the next one starts, but gradually they begin to overlap and interfere. Where there is positive interference.. it's not exactly an orgasm, since they're happening at points that he wouldn't associate with that sort of sensation, and they aren't explosive, since there's a build and fade due to the movement of the waves. But the more waves there are, the more points are at peak at the same time.

Alptraum can't form words at the moment, all he manages are sort of gasping moans whenever things overlap and he feels that incredible ripple-wave. It's nothing like he normally feels, there's no buildup or tension in a specific location; it's his whole body getting into it; making his bits not important or the focus, but all of him. He's probably drooling a bit now, too.

The moaning makes his lungs experience the effect! If he was able to actually move it would probably be unbearable. And Bara keeps increasing her pace, until the peaks and troughs seem to merge across his body - the peaks on the surface and troughs internal, although they only seem to make the peaks that much more intense. The physical rigidity and sensation make it seem like his entire body is now Inala's Staff, and he may as well be completely inside of Bara from how it feels.

"Woah, this feels amazing. I may want to do this ... now and then!" Alptraum thinks in brief lucidity. For the most part, though, he just feels like he floats inside warmth and comfort, rding on endless waves of pure pleasure and enjoyment. Externally, his ears have gone limp, and his toes, as he's completely buried within the sensation. It's only the moaning that indicates he still lives at this point!

Bara then raises things a bit. It's much more intense and rapid, as she actually moves faster. There's definitely a sense of building up to something now instead of the simpler pleasure.

The moans become groans, and if Alptraum were more aware he's probably pleading with Bara, praising her, Inala, and everything he feels. He's not even aware of it; he's too caught up in everything to realize he's completely submitted to this moment. Hopefully he doesn't promise anything dangerous.

She could be whispering suggestions to him and he wouldn't realize it at this point. It would certainly make for an interesting brain-washing technique though. But Bara is turning up the heat. Alptraum is already past the point of a typical orgasm, but there's no release, it just keeps building pressure. He's lost of track of how long he's been in this state!

As preassure grows, his moans and groans likely grow in kind. He wants release, and also doesn't. It's a weird position, to want to push beyond everything as well as release now. It shows just how controlling hormones and instincts can be, when reduced mentally to a more animalistic frame of mind.

Bara keeps him building and building for what seems like days, before finally there's release: a whole-body Inala's Fountain. And it feels like he's being drained away and emptied out! It isn't quick, however. Bara is still in control of the pace, even now, and draws it out - but not as long as the buildup was drawn out. It's certain peaceful, and no mere 'little death' this time. More like very-very-close-to-death death.

And if Alptraum weren't Alptraum, he might notsurvive this at all. And it is quite a religious experience; it's intense in all ways, and even the drain out; it's like giving your all to a Goddess; and being grateful to be doing it! He just rides this out, and Bara's wants ... and the little aware part of himself is trying to make sure he lives through it!

Finally his heart beats again. The paralysis and numbness are broken, but he might as well be made of noodles. Except for one part. He's actually fountaining still, in what feels like a steady stream.

And he's surely drooling now ... and will probably fall asleep the moment he's completely aware again! "Wow," he somehow mutters out through tired ... everything. "That was ... woah..." He also didn't know he could release that much.

It may just be the sensation of it.. hopefully. Because Bara is still drawing it out of him. "If I had asked you something, I think you would have told me anything. Of course, you can't trust that sort of testimony. But you survived. I suppose I should let you recover a bit before letting you be in control."

"As you pointed out, I could have stopped this at just about any point, but ... I wanted to see what you would do. I wasn't disappointed," Alptraum murmurs and slowly opens his eyes to look at Bara, a little unfocused. "Surprised I would trust you that much?"

"No, just that you look cute when you're drooling," Bara notes, and gives Alptraum a kiss on the nose. "You have admirable stamina and potency. But I would expect no less from the Little Death himself."

Alptraum grins toothily, and tiredly. "Careful, or I may want to do this regularly with you," he murmurs, "I don't meet many I am comfortable giving complete control to."

"Good. I expect nothing less from you," Alptraum counters, trying to seem strong ... and then completely passes out. Men. They're always the same, sex and they go to sleep...