Willow's first awareness of her surroundings is looking up at the ceiling, with a naked goddess smiling down at her seductively. Next is the realization that she's lying on some sort of lounging couch, and dressed in a gauzy garment that matches those worn by the female statues. White of course, contrasting sharply with her black hide.
"Now I imagine many are happy when they wake up here, but me, I worry. Huh, I'm also a girl again," Willow remarks as she slowly sits up. She looks down at her one bared breast and remarks, "Hello there. Been a while. Still perky, but that's a unicorn for you." A yawn, then a stretch, and she gets the rest of the way up.
She's on her feet when the sound of rolling carts comes to her attention, especially since the sounds just appeared behind her, and thus behind the couch she woke up on. While there are several paths, statuary and benches in the garden, there weren't any signs of visitors.
Willow forgoes playing with her own breast for now and turns to look behind her. "What are you up to, Inala?" she asks.
Coming from around either side of the couch with their carts are.. Skreeks. Impossibly pretty white furred ones with blue eyes, the girl having long golden hair done in a heavy braid. They're both dressed in the same fashion as the statues, and their carts are loaded with covered trays, towels, and strange grooming tools. "We are not the Mistress," they both say at once in oddly musical voices.
"Well, that's obvious," Willow comments, then peers at the carts. "Am I to be tortured?" she asks; most instruments of 'beautification' are not that nice, after all! "And who are you, anyway?"
The twins look at one another, then turn to Willow and pout slightly. "We are your children," they say. "Nicorina's children, fathered by Inala."
"Well, I wasn't sure," Willow admits. "You could have been someone else. You've ... really grown. Last I saw you, you were children..."
"We can still be playful," they twins say, and flash mischievous grins. "But right now we must help you get ready, so you should lie back down, with your head on the padded armrest here.." they instruct.
"Ready for ... what?" Willow asks, brow arched a little. Still, her kids wouldn't want to harm her, right? So, she sits back down, then spins and lies back with her head on the armrest.
"For the garden party," they croon, the boy heading towards Willow's feet, while the girl pulls her cart next to the unicorn's head. She immediately begins to gently tease out the mare's mane.
Who knows why, but Willow shifts her legs such that if the clothing allows, it gives the boy full view of mare-bits. She really has been in Babel too long. "Just a garden party?" she asks. "Why like this and not as Nicorina or an Eeee?"
"Oh," the girl says, as she begins preparing things on her cart. A strong floral scent reaches Willow's nostrils, and the sound of a Skreek running her hands through liquid. "I did not think to ask." Down at the other end, the boy is holding is beginning to clean and polish Willow's cloven hooves.
"Giving birth to you two was wonderful, by the way," Willow notes and smiles wistfully. "The only disappointment was not getting to watch you grow," she remarks absently, since so far this just seems like pampered grooming. "And play with you."
"You can come and play with us any time you like," the boy says. "We can be young or old or babies." The girl is beginning to wash Willow's main now, using her fingers. There might be a bit of scalp-massage involved as well. There isn't much sensation from her toes, however.
Having someone wash your hair is quite lovely and gets her to relax even more. "You wouldn't do anything, er, questionable if we played, right?" Willow asks. "And I would probably want to be Nicorina, your mother."
"Questionable?" the boy asks as he works a leather strap back and forth to polish up the black hooves. "What would you like us to do?"
"I don't know, it would probably depend on my mood! Questionable is, well, being intimate with me, I ... think," Willow concedes. This is confusiong.
"The bond between a mother and child is quite intimate though, isn't it?" the girl asks. She's begun braiding the mane now, which tingles from whatever it was washed with - probably more than just rose-water.
"Well, yes, but they usually don't ... engage in sexual acts," Willow clarifies a bit uncomfortably.
"Oh, I'm not certain," the girl admits.
"Though I guess in Babel, it's more ... normal," Willow comments haltingly. She knows that as Nicorina, she'd probably, well ... that might not be taboo for the rat!
The polishing has stopped, but now the boy has a new pot that he opens and dips his finger into. It comes out coated in gold, which he begins to apply to Willow's hooves.
"Mothers are supposed to instruct their children on the ways of the world, are they not?" he asks.
"Well, yes, but not commonly through example," Willow admits. "And I think you likely know more than I."
"About what?" the boy asks.
"Anything sensual. I think you're deliberately teasing me," Willow pouts.
"Oh, we just have each other for that," the girl claims.
"You two ... have sex with each other?" Willow has to ask. Well, it is Babel.
"No.. we just groom each other," the girl says. "Isn't that what you mean by sensual? Mistress says we are innocents."
"Oh! Well, okay. Forgive my assumption," Willow remarks and closes her eyes. "Do you spend of of your time with Inala?"
"Well, mostly we stay in the gardens, or play in the springs," the boy notes, as he continues to finger-paint Willow's toes. "Unless Mistress needs us to attend to her."
"What do you do for her?" Willow asks. Since she doesn't feel much through hooves, at least she doesn't wiggle em!
"What we're doing for you now," the girl says. "Although sometimes we bathe her, or sing and dance. Often she just wants to watch us run around and play."
"That's ... surprisingly sweet," Willow admits and opens one eye. "I'm glad to hear that."
"She is the Goddess of Motherhood too after all," the boy notes. "But I think mostly just likes the idea of having children around."
"You two are the only children, yes?" Willow asks.
More complicated things are being done to Willow's mane. She's sure the girl is weaving things into it now. "Yes, it is just us and the Mistress. This party is a big event!"
"What are you doing to my mane?" Willow inquires, curious. "Who else will be at this party?" she asks.
"A special guest who has impressed the Mistress," the girl enthuses. "A scholar!"
"She's making it fancy," the boy says, and rolls his cart along the side of the couch, then sits down near Willow's hip. Holding out his clean hand, he asks, "May I have your hand?"
Willow lifts her hand and rolls her fingers. It's a surprisingly elegant flowing motion. Then she offers that hand over to the boy. "Here, Eros," she says, making a point to note she knows his name.
The boy smiles, and holds Willow's hand, then uses his gold-finger to paint her (large) nails.
"I feel like I'm being gilded for sale," Willow jokes and smiles.
"Well, at least you can't be gelded," the girl notes. She's fluffing up Willow's mane now.. somehow. How can it be braided and fluffed? "We want you to look fancy."
"Gelded, no, but I am already sterile as a unicorn," Willow notes, sadly.
"But you aren't a real unicorn," the girl reminds. "You're a unicorn unicorn, not an Aeonian."
"True," Willow has to concede. "But Aeonians are the only ones I have usual access too."
"Well, the Mistress gave you us," Eros notes. "Just ask her to do it again."
"I just might," Willow admits. "It was such a delight to be gravid and then have you slide from my loins." She's completely forgotten how much it stretched and hurt, obviously!
After the boy has finished with her nails, he says, "Try not to touch anything for a little while so the gold dries." He then draws a gold circle around her exposed nipple, and reaches towards her face. "Now, close your eyes.."
Willow waves her fingers slowly to help it dry. The nipple painting, that just makes her giggle. "Marking the target, hmm?" she teases while still giggling. After she manages to silence those giggles (which takes a bit!), she closes her eyes as requested.
She can feel the finger move across her closed eyelids, as she's given gold eyeshadowing. "Your horn will be trickier," he notes, only for the girl to say, "I have a gold wire."
Willow manages to remain very still, and she'll have to keep her eyes closed for a while! If they are planning to sell her as some pleasure slave, she better fetch a large price! Granted, she only thinks that because she knows how highly unlikely it is.
There's some tugging on her horn as the gold wire is wrapped around it, laying in the groove of the spiral. And while her eyeshadow sets, she can feel her toga being scooted up to expose her flank.
Willow wiggles her butt to help scoot the toga up. "What are you doing?" she asks.
"Mistress requested a special touch," the boy notes, and traces something on the mare's flank.
"Not going to outline my nethers too?" Willow teases, "Since you have my Toga up and all."
"Do they need to be outlined?" the boy asks, without pausing in his finger-painting.
"Well, they are black on black, so hard to see," Willow comments, "And you decorated my nipple."
"It looked lonely," the boy claims. He does reach further and draw something above her nethers though.
This makes Willow snort in amusement. "I'm not the meal at this party, am I?" she asks.
"I don't know what the guest eats," the girl admits, sounding worried. "Being eaten isn't fancy at all though. This is a fancy party!"
"The guest? There is only one guest?" Willow inquires, though she has to resist opening her eyes.
"Well.. there is also you," the girl points out. "Your hooves are dry enough to stand on, but keep your eyes closed for a bit longer," the boy says, and tugs on Willow's hand to try and get her to her feet.
Willow is graceful at least, so getting up while her eyes are closed isn't too tricky. She turns and rises smoothly, and her leonine tail flicks around slowly. "As you wish," she says.
There's some futzing with her garment, and something is draped over her shoulder.. and there's something being moved into place that takes both of the rats to manage. Finally, the boy says, "You can open your eyes now."
Willow opens her eyes. She expects to see a mirror, since that would make sense ... but who knows here!
It's a mirror! Willow has normally worn clothes that would not be considered elegant, but this looks elegant for all that it seems barely able to keep out a breeze. Probably because the gauzy fabric still shimmers, and has gold edging. Her head is what gets her attention first. The gold eyeshadow makes her face look more exotic, certainly. The gold wire inlaid into her horn is less attention-drawing, compared to her mane. It is piled up on top and held in place with more gold wire, and is somehow far longer than it started out before the wash. It's long enough to be braided in layers, with the longest, thickest braid actually coming forward over her bare shoulder and hanging past her gold-marked breast. The toga is drawn aside to expose her flank, which has a golden apple surrounded by small gold hearts. Barely visible though the gauze in front is Inala's flower drawn above her own flower. The shiny hooves and nails stand out sharply, the nails seeming to float in space depending on how much black hide is behind them.
"That ... I don't really know what to say," Willow says, her voice halting as she stares at the mirror. She feels like she's looking at someone else, truth be told. "How did you ... my mane, it's longer," she babbles as she turns this way and that to get a better look at herself. That apple mark on her hip is also confusing, so she has to pause and look at it, wondering what the heck that is for too! "You two could be stylists, if not demi-gods!"
"Sylists for demi-gods?" the girl asks. "But I do think you look pretty like this."
Eros puffs up a bit and waits for praise for his artwork.
"I just ... there aren't the right words to describe this," Willow admits, looking pained for the lack of words. "But ... I do have to ask, why the mark on my flank? What does it mean?"
"Oh, it is a golden apple," the boy explains. "For gods, that is a symbol of change. And the little hearts are cute."
"Ah, I see," Willow says and only nods a little. She doesn't want to dislodge anything! "So ... shall we go to this party?"
"Just follow us!" they say in unison, and each takes one of Willow's hands to lead her out of the structure and into the garden. "The path can be tricky," they warn.
"Everything is tricky in Inala's world. And sneaky," Willow thinks, but wisely doesn't say. Instead she squeezes those hands and lets the rats guide her.
They don't seem to go very far. The path seems to loop right around a statue of Inala, but once around it they're heading to a completely different pavilion. This one has no curtains or ceiling, and looks like 'artistic ruins'. There's a low table, and Inala is sitting on a cushion at it, dressed and decorated nearly identically to Willow, just with blue instead of gold.. and no noticeable mark on her thigh.
"Hello, Inala," Willow says with a smile and a small bow of her head. "This party is just us, then?" she asks as she approaches the low table, then even curtsies.
"Oh no, I've got a special guest," Inala says. "A scholarly sort. He came to my attention through a devout foreign worshipper of mine. I'm just waiting for him to reach the right level of sleep."
WIllow peers at Inala. "Kazuhiko?" she asks very suspiciously.
"You've heard of him?" Inala asks, with that odd knowing smirk of hers, just before the green-and-gold Kirin appears at an open end of the table. He's also wearing the bare-chest-toga outfit instead of his usual fancy kimono. "This dream is a new one," he says. Willow can understand him now!
"I know of him, yes," Willow agrees while still looking at Inala. "Sneaky," she adds, then turns a bit to face the kirin and dips her head politely.
"An Aeonian," Kazuhiko notes, eyeing Willow's horn. "But I've never met an Aeonian. Nor an Eeee that looks like you." The twins begin to serve tea. Babel style of course, which must also seem new to the Kirin. "Am I not usually so imaginative," he says apologetically.
"This isn't quite a dream, and there is nothing to apologize for," Willow comments politely as she rests her hands in her lap for the moment. "This is the Eeee Goddess of Pleasure. Your research caught her attention, is all," she tries to explain.
"I am Inala," Inala adds. "I thought maybe you were familiar with me, given your research?"
"The bald Eeee on Rephidim mentioned your name, but I was not certain if it was a translation issue," Kazuhiko notes. "But you both speak Jadaian."
"It is more we can communicate without a language barrier here," Willow points out. "And be wary of that bald Eeee; he is trouble."
"He bought a signed copy of my book," Kazuhiko claims. "The hand-illuminated one, using gold paint.. sparingly.. to bring out the beauty of the model."
"I would be very interested in seeing this tome," Inala says, smiling. "Will you be bringing it to Babel?"
"Who was the model?" Willow has to ask.
"A noble-born heroine of the Empire," the Kirin says proudly. "You can tell by how she is able to hold position for so long, and by the number of fingers she has."
"Heroine? I thought all the noble women of that land were all dainty and frail. What did she do to become a hero?" Willow inquires, now curious.
"And I believe she had a personal attendant," the Kirin adds, looking thoughtful. "Brown and fluffy. That may have been his or her name as well. Brown-and-Fluffy. The noblewoman liberated a splinter province from a corrupt governor and a vicious warlord. I think the Imperial army was also involved, but armies tend to always be there in the background for such deeds. I am sure she beheaded many villains in combat."
"And those that may appear dainty and frail could be hiding inner strengths," the man notes. To Inala he says, "I am afraid my agent has not contacted any publishing houses in Babel as of yet."
"She sounds like someone Koldesh would like to meet," Willow admits, "Though I don't see how such would ever happen. Anyway..." She smiles a little and shrugs. "So, your book has things to do with exploring all forms of physical pleasure, yes?"
"Not all forms, only the artistically perfected forms," the Kirin claims, steepling his fingers. "The balance of minds and bodies brought together in ways to enhance the experience. It should be a spiritual experience that leaves both parties refreshed and renewed."
"So I'm not going to see the book anytime soon then," Inala interjects.
"Not exhausted, sweaty, and sticky?" Willow remarks and covers her muzzle while she giggles. To Inala, she notes, "Why not request someone in Babel ... order one?"
"Exhaustion means you are not following the proper pace," Kazuhiko notes. "And.. I suppose mammals do sweat. Not Aeonians though, surely."
"Not normally, no," Willow concedes.
"Are you suggesting I purchase something that should be a gladly given offering?" Inala asks Willow.
"If you want it fast, yes?" Willow points out. "It's a matter of getting it to babel to be given."
"I have a better solution!" Inala says, and claps her hands. From wherever it is they get such things, the twin Skreeks carrying a long lounge couch even more overstuffed than the one Willow awoke on.
Kazuhiko takes this in stride, and offers his hand to Willow. "I have often wondered at how compatible Aeonians and Kirin would be, sharing so many similarities.. including rarity. I an uncertain any of our respective breeds have met before."
Willow blinks then chuckles and looks to Inala, "And thus, the reason you summoned me. A demonstration model. If I get pregnant, you have to help raise the children" She does take up the offered Kirin's hand, and carefully rises from where she sits. "I suppose for the sake of knowledge, the compatibility should be tested, yes."
Kazuhiko holds her hand by the fingers, as if they were about to dance. He leads to the the couch, then turns and looks into her silver eyes with his golden ones. They seem a lot more draconic looking now that she's not a dragon looking into them. "I promise not to ruffle your coiffure," the Kirin pledges.
This makes Willow giggle. "I can say I have never been told that before," she adits and smiles a little. She does remember him as quite good. Also, largish in some ways too, which will make things at least a little interesting for this body. Her fingers curl lightly around his as she notes, "And I suppose we are both proabbly over-dressed, then, for this demonstration?"
"Well, there is a point to being dressed at the start," the man says, and then leans in (he's taller than Willow) and kisses her on her bared shoulder, nudging her braid over to actually cover her gold-ringed nipple.
Willow tilts her head slightly to the side and sucks in a small breath. "Unwrapping the present, I take it?" she murmurs softly, then lifts her nose to lightly nuzzle his chest since he is close.
It feels different. The Kirin is definitely better built than Mr. Bright, but covered in scales without being.. well.. reptilian. His lips aren't as soft or versatile as a Rhian or Aeonian's, of course, but the texture of the tiny scales makes them a bit more stimulating. "I do not know how Aeonians make love," he says apologetically. "But I would like to make love to you as I would a Kirin, if that is acceptable."
"Of course. This is supposed to be a learning experience after all," Willow remarks, voice soft. She lifts her head a little, mindful of where her horn goes, and lips his scaly neck lightly. "I will just apologize now if I am not nearly as satisfying as a real Kirin."
"Our women are very rare, and so we must share our wives," Kazuhiko explains. "I have not seen mine in many years now." At least he tastes a bit like an Aeonian, in that vaguely-magical sort of way. Now he begins to undress her, begin very slow about it and taking the opportunity to basically caress her with her own garment as he slips it off.
Willow helps a little with his garment, but as she doesn't really know the 'techniques' she lets him lead and old helps when it seems like it ought to be appropriate. "Are you not compatible with regular Jadaians, then? Could you breed with your model, for example?" she asks.
"Kirin and Kiriga have no common ancestry," Kazuhiko claims, helping Willow remove his garment in much the same way he removed hers. "My kind are likely descended from Exiles."
"I was not aware of this. Are you certain? You have many similarities," Willow points out, just before leaning back in to lick his chest lightly, just because.
With her head like that, Kazuhiko starts to lick her horn. "Legend says we were the offspring and dragons and unicorns, with Kiriga born of dragons and serpents," he explains. "Dragons can apparently breed with anything, according to legends. Or perhaps unicorns and serpents can."
The horn-licking gives her pause; that's always very distracting. Though, not as bad as having the male's horn licked, so to speak. "All Aeonians are sterile; we cannot breed," Willow notes; and leaves out that she's not exactly Aeonian. Instead, she just traces her fingers along his sides and over his stomach slowly.
More differences are apparent from her tracing. Kirin aren't just scaly unicorns, their ribs seem different, as well as their muscles. "The Exile Curse," he notes. "To live forever, but be forever alone. No future, past fading away every day. It is very cruel. I don't think the Kirin forgot where they came from, they just didn't record it.. or chose not to. To me, this means it was probably embarrassing or disgraceful in some way."
"Or so beautiful they didn't wish to remember so they would not be forever sad," Willow points out ever so grimly. Her hands trace lower, a bit over his legs and thighs, then inward, before carefully and gently exploring ... more delicate places. She also leans back in to kiss along his chest and collarbone.
At least that part seems familiar, certainly in how it responds. The scaling doesn't cover what emerges at least. He begins to explore her back with his hands, as if search for something.
"What are you looking for?" Willow asks of him as his hands explore her back slowly. Her own only play a little, teasing, before they go back to exploring the rest of his body slowly. One of her eyes does glance over towards Inala, though, wondering what she is thinking.
She's leaning forward and has her elbows resting on the table, hands clutching her mug of tea as she sips and watches. And winks at Willow.
"Kirin women have little bumps along the sides of their spine," Kazuhiko explains. "They can be sensitive. Supposedly they once had wings.. according to legend. But legends seem to exist to explain things nobody knows the real explanation for. You don't seem to have sensitive bumps on her back." He still keeps feeling his way lower though. When he reaches the root of her tail, he finds some sensitive spots after all.
Willow makes a little squeak when the base of her tail is hit; and it also makes her reflexively arch her tail up. Perhaps latent breeding trigger points to get in position, or something. "No, I don't have any bumps," she admits, sounding a little distracted from the touching and exploring. She shifts her hands to explore his back for bumps now, too.
He's got some near the base of his tail.. which is almost identical to her own, just a bit thicker. So his tail goes up as well. "A point of commonality after all," he says and smiles.
This makes Willow giggle politely and she runs her fingers over them. "My, you are hoping we are compatible, it seems," she teases lightly. "Another mark on your book spine, is it?"
"Oh, I don't record my special encounters," Kazuhiko says. "Partly because I can't be certain that I didn't hallucinate a few of them. Who would believe I met a sensuous Aeonian?" He bumps muzzle-tips with Willow, scales to velvet.
Willow smirks slightly at that. "Well, of course. We are all quite boring and studious all the time, after all," she comments, ears flicking just before she lips his nose with her lips. She slips one hand down and runs a thick fingertip along his already emerged bit.
He certainly doesn't have any trouble responding to that touch. "Now, I suppose I should lead if I am to show you the Kirin way?" Kazuhiko asks.
"That would help, yes," Willow notes, amused. "I have never met your kind after all"
"First, the male must prove fitness as a potential protector of children," the Kirin says, and then scoops up Willow into his arms. "Well, Aeonians are slightly lighter than Kirin it appears." He playfully bounces Willow up and down a bit to prove it.
Willow squeaks! "Well, this was a bit undignified!" she babbles out as he bounces in his arms. "It's never polite to talk about a woman's weight, you know," she teases.
"Really?" the lord asks, genuinely surprised. "I will remember that." He sets Willow on the couch, and begins flexing - but not in the 'show of his muscles' way, but in a more literal way of twisting and bending and contorting to prove his flexibility. Kirin must have a lot of vertebrae.
One of Willow's ears goes sideways. "I think your kind could tie yourselves in knots," she admits as he watches this strange contortionist show. "That's ... impressive."
"It is meant to be, since we are not the best of dancers," Kazuhiko says, and then begins slowly turning and presenting parts of his anatomy for inspection. "See that my scales and fur are all in good order, showing no signs of disease or lax maintenance." They are very gold and green and shiny.
"You are indeed quite well groomed," Willow agrees along with a bob of her head. "Do you oil yourself?"
"I have a servant who does," Kazuhiko admits. "Wealth is another acceptance criteria, although it most often displayed via ones home. I could not bring that with me in my travels, however."
"Oh, well, if you can't bring your home with you, you must not be seeking to woo many," Willow teases a little. Gypsies, after all, take their homes everywhere!
"There are no Kirin females outside of Jadai," Kazuhiko explains, and leans down so Willow can inspect his horn. It actually has two forkings instead of one, so that he has three points. If it's like Cervani horns, it would be a sign of station. "They are few. Only one in ten Kirin are born female."
Willow actually feels the horn, curious. "That sounds a bit problematic, then. There can't be that many of you at all," she remarks, "and fewer every year? Unless you are immortal?"
"Unlike Aeonians, we are quite mortal in our lifespans," Kazuhiko says, his horn feeling pearly-smooth in places and a bit like wood in the rougher back side. "No, our females have many children to compensate, so that each adult will have many husbands and households. My own child is a female, so that brings great blessings upon my house. It takes a deft hand to sire a female, after all."
"Does it? You can influence the gender through your acts? Do you have no gods that can help you?" Willow asks, then nods slightly towards Inala. "She helps the Eeee."
"I'm sure every god has heard the pleas of Kirin over the ages, and chosen to let the status-quo stand," Kazuhiko says, and then lays the back of his hand lightly against Willow's cheek. "After all, a world without the rare and exotic would be a lesser place. And it is up to our two races to make the lives of others better by our once-in-a-lifetime encounters with them."
Willow tilts her head slightly into that touch. "Ah, but being black as I am, I tend to be thought of as bad luck ... and not a desirable encounter at all," she remarks, eyes half-closed.
"Ah, but a memorable one still?" the man asks. The back of his hand is a bit cool to the touch, the scales being a little thicker there. "To survived an encounter with the legendary black unicorn.. a tale to pass down for generations. Why, you make ordinary people into heroes, don't you?" He then moves his hand along to the back of Willow's neck, and kisses her full on the lips.
Willow laughs at that, only to be silenced by the kiss. She leans into it and drapes her arms about his waist to draw him close, as if they weren't already, well, close.
It's a long kiss. When Kazuhiko finally pulls back, he explains, "Patience is another test of a male. Our females are voluntary ovulators, but the quality of the warm up is key. It takes many climaxes to prepare them, and the quality of those determines the internal climate. One that gives female sperm the advantage is what makes them so rare. As I'm sure comes as no surprise: men are easy in comparison."
"Men are always easy, regardless of species. A smile and a nudge, and they're yours," Willow coos and smiles to Inala. "Don't you agree?" she asks, then goes back to focus on KAzuhiko. "And you seem to take pride in your skills at getting a woman ready, hmm?"
"All things must be earned," Inala claims. "Nothing is ever easy. My standards of difficulty are not on par with Gorphat's, however."
"I have a daughter, so yes, I am proud," Kazuhiko says, although it isn't clear if he's proud of himself or of his offspring. "I may never mate with my wife again, all the same. But, as for skill.. you will have to judge me yourself. Perhaps I will not be able to please you. Perhaps we will have enough in common that you respond well. Are you willing to let me attempt it?"
"Have I tried to stop you?" Willow points out gently, then licks his nose. "Are you wiling to risk bedding a black unicorn and all it implies?"
"I'm not superstitious," Kazuhiko claims. "I bedded a dragon once.. I think. It may have been a dream. Artists are prone to such fancies, after all. I did not have my portraitist there to capture it."
"How do you know that not everything you have ever seen has just been a dream? A lifetime lived in an hour of sleep, hmmm?" Willow whispers to him and dips her head in to lip at his neck gently.
"Well, I have questions about this encounter, certainly," the man notes with a grin.
"Good, you should," Willow comments just before she licks along his shoulder.
"What sort of questions should they be?" Kazuhiko asks as he begins to nibble along Willow's neck. His scales do not taste like a Naga's at least - not very reptilian at all.
"You're the one who said you had questions," Willow points out. "Though perhaps one of them should be ... can I get an Aeonian pregnant?"
This causes him to raise his head. "Well, that might solve the problems both of our people face, where it to happen. You certainly have the outward signs of fertility," he notes, and cups one of the mare's breasts.
"Yes, but looks can be deceiving," Willow admits, sadly. She playfully runs her fingers down the kirin's chest. "So, is the mighty beast going to claim his unicorn conquest and make her wear his bit and bridle?" she giggles.
"A bit and bridle?" he asks, moving his hands down over Willow's belly. "Would that help?"
Willow giggles. "No, I am just being silly," she points out while sucking in her belly. "That tickles!"
"I've heard that word, but cannot relate - scales aren't ticklish," he notes, and starts pressing in with his thumbs at various points in her pelvic region, as if testing for looseness are tightness of the muscles.
Willow mmmfts and tenses up her abdomen when he does that. "What are you doing?" she inquires, "That feels weird."
"I'm seeing if you have been properly massaged before," the Kirin claims. "Rigidity of the loins is a hindrance to pleasure."
"I don't think I have," Willow admits. "At least not in the way you are currently doing." Each time he prods, she can't help but tense up.
"You must relax first," he instructs, and tries massaging her breasts first. "What soothes you?"
Willow chuckles, "Well, what you're doing right now certainly does as she leans back a bit into the pillows as his hands knead. "Being nursed on can be very relaxing too," she also admits. "But terribly distracting for you."
"Ah, that is not unfamiliar," Kazuhiko replies, and leans down to nurse while kneading. His breath and tongue are warmer than usual - which is to say warmer than a typical mammal. He never uses his teeth, but makes good use of his tongue, which also has an unusual texture to it.
"Yeeeaaah, that does feel nice. Inala, I have another nipple free if you want to join in," Willow moans softly as she relaxes a bit more into the pillows. Inala is partially to blame for her liking to have breasts after all!
"It is rare for you to invite me," Inala says. She does join in, which means that particular breast is now having its own localized orgasm with each draw from the goddess.
And of course this makes Willow moan even more ... and relax ever moreso with each shuddering wave. Probably not a good idea, but so worth it!
It's enough that the Kirin can start working out her tension. This involves more than just massaging the muscles: he actually pulls and pushes on her flesh, and even tucking in under her pelvic bone to release some of the tension. Every so often he cups her mons and moves it around to see how much - and how easily - it can move.
"That feels .... funky," Willow admits as her hips wiggle around, following his hand as he moves things around, massages, and kneads those muscles. She's also petting the back of Inala's neck while she thinks, "You've made me such a whore, argh!
"If I had done that, you would be wealthy as a queen by now," Inala counters. No hiding thoughts from her in her realm.
Kazuhiko soon resorts to inserting two digits of his right hand into Willow and manipulating things directly. It's not quite having a Lapi arm up in there, but he does seem to trying to stimulate similar locations. He's not especially dainty about it, moving quite rapidly.
"Hah!" Willow thinks, "I just sleep with every guy that comes along now." Then those fingers derail her thoughs and she ends up arching her back in surprise and going 'Eeee!'
"Hmm," Kazuhiko goes after that response, and tries moving things around more. "Looser, which is better. You carry too much tension."
"How do you know how loose I should be?" Willow squeals out while also stretching her right leg completely out.
"The ease of orgasm," the Kirin says as he continues to manipulate things. He's strong enough to be able to lift Willow's hips and legs with that 'grip' as well.
Willow doesn't find it unpleasant, just ... very, very, weird. It does make her gasp here and there, and moan reflexively. It's a good thing she's dark or she'd be beet red in blushing right now!
Kazuhiko does release her every few minutes.. to sniff his fingers. Then he decides she needs a few more minutes on the rotisserie. He does have to hold down one of her legs though so she stops hitting him with it. "I think you are almost ready," he tells her.
"What are you ... sniffing for?" Willow has to ask during one of these times and looking very perplexed by it all. And then she reaches down to feel herself, and inside ... then even, well, sniff her fingers once they are out.
They smell musky, of course. "Acidity," the Kirin claims. "A sign of receptivity for ovulation."
"Procreation really shouldn't be left up to amateurs after all," Inala tells Willow.
"Is he serious?" Willow wonders. She then looks at Inala and asks, "Er ... you mean it is possible for us to .... breed?"
"It means that Kirin females acidity levels can effect fertilization chances," Inala explains rather clinically. "Too high, and not enough sperm survive the attempt. Too low, and the male sperm have an advantage. Being able to sense the right level for siring females is an important advantage. After all, Kirin sons may never have children to continue your line.. but Kirin daughters always will."
"Aaaaaaah," Willow says, ears flattening. "Explained that way and it sort of ... looses something," she admits.
"I think the scent also turns them on," Inala confides and winks, as Willow is turned onto her side. The flexibility massage likely served an ulterior motive, and Kazuhiko straddles one of her legs while raising the up the up high, entering her sideways. Given some of the positions she remembers seeing in the book, flexibility is necessary!
"Eeee goes the side-split mare as Kazuhiko enters her deftly and smoothly. This causes her to clench a couple times in surprise, before things relax back 'normal'. "You're big," she squeaks. He feels big, but her blessing means few would ever be too big for her, really. But since her ideal man is large and makes her feel stretched, the blessing obliges! Or at least she imagines it does; she's a little weird.
"That only applies to the rat, you know," Inala confides. "I never blessed this one. It's from your dragon. It's not polite to bless the works of other goddesses. If it had been my blessing, you'd feel full from a Skeek as well as a Fnerf."
The odd position requires a very different sort of hip movement, which isn't one Willow would associate with sex (or anything really, as she's never had to move like this before). It enhances the sensations simply because it's new.
Willow ends up sort of spiralling her hops since she's not really sure how to move like this. Ah, well, it still feels good! You've even got my normal body, Alptraum, liking guys now, grr. Admires Barinala, even," she mentally complains a little, before the feelings from the kirin make it a little hard to think.
Before she gets fully used to this particular position, Kazuhiko switches to a new one, which requires completely repositioning both of them. Now Willow is straddling him, but facing his hooves. It certainly provides a novel view of the action though.
And leaves Willow pondering his hooves as she gently rides him. It's a nice position; the movement is similar to one of her other favorites, so ... she lets out a soft and contented sigh of pleasure as her body undulates.
There's another purpose, in that it exposes Willow to the Kirin's tail. Like her own, it has a tufted end, and while scales aren't ticklish, they don't cover everything on a Kirin - presumably the same sensitive areas being currently engaged, because that tuft starts to brush against them as well. "If only Eeee had tails," Inala laments.
Willow deviously begins to play with his tail to counter his tickling, and looking for places on it that might distract him!
It's surprisingly prehensile, but Kazuhiko is not prepared for Willow to play with it! Apparently Kirin males are expected to do all the work, and he isn't used to his partner being playful!
Which inspires Willow to be all the more devious! Or at least at one point she suckle-chewing on the fluffy end. Then she uses her own tail to tickle his nose.
This throws off Kazuhiko's choreography - since it all seems more like a dance or martial art than fun. He even sneezes. "What.. are you doing?" he asks, sounding flustered.
"Playing back?" Willow answers and looks over her shoulder. "Would you prefer I did not?"
"I.. don't know how to respond," the Kirin notes. "I like it though. It is very different for me."
"Then you've probably never had this done before, either," Willow comments and dips her head slightly. This is because she's concentrating, and why is because she's controlling her internal muscles so that it feels like she's suckling on him with Inala's gate while she continues to ride him as well. "It need not all be ritual, you know. It can also be about seeing how much pleasure you can give to, and get from the one you are with."
This time the Kirin groans.. which sounds a bit like a flute. He actually stops his carefully timed rhythmic movement and actually gives a buck upwards into Willow.
Willow frowns. She doesn't want to throw him off so much, so she stops. At least until he gets moving again ... then she starts trying to time what she does to what he does. Mainly so that it's sort of synced and less likely to throw off his groove. She also motions for Inala to sit in front of her ... and if the goddess does, she'll lean in and nurse on her!
Inala seems surprised but pleased. As always, this results in a localized orgasm for Willow.. this time on her tongue (and her lips are hot and bothered as well). Of course there's milk - or ambrosia, technically. This really causes a body tingle!
Willow doesn't stop there, either. While she rides Kazuhiko and nurses on Inala, she also teases a hand down to cup Inala's own gate, where her thick fingers begin to explore, play, and rub gently. Only on the exterior at first, and then just slightly inside.
The goddess squirms and coos, and Kazuhiko starts to huff and puff. He grips Willow's hips a bit more firmly now. "There.. is a better position.. for this," he gets out.
"Well, then we should use it," Willow claims after releasing Inala's nipple. Her hand, though, doesn't really let up, instead she's got two fingers within the Goddess now and they're ... massaging.
With surprising speed, Kazuhiko lifts up Willow and positions her next to the armrest, then sets Inala onto the lounger, even setting her limbs. Then Willow is bent forward nearly double over the armrest, where she now has up-close access to all of Inala, while the Kirin takes her from behind. With her legs stretched out and back curved by the position, it makes for an interesting angle of entry.
And mindful of her horn, Willow pushes her head in to kiss Inala's gate directly. Then lick it, then lick inside it, as she gives Inala a rather intimate sort of kiss. She can no longer roll her own hips now against Kazuhiko in this position, so she more focuses on muscle control to keep up the feeling that he's being expertly nursed on as he takes her.
The Kirin responds by starting to go at things with a bit more passion than before. More giving in than trying to control it all! And Inala grabs onto Willow's horn and strokes it. This.. is a familiar sensation, or would be if her horn were a phallus and not a rigid bit of alicorn (whatever that is composed of).
And soon the mare has her tongue qyuire deep into the goddess, and her nose running on the Eeee's orb, while her other end continues it's dutiful nursing of the kirin. With all this, and the stroking, everything just sort of feels all faint, fuzzy, and really, really, good.
Localized orgasms are one thing, but feeling like it's coming out of your brain and up your horn are another. At least her tongue hasn't been affected (or maybe it's immunized since the nursing) - probably because it wouldn't be as effective if Willow couldn't control it. "That's my good girl," Inala coos. "Such a broad tongue and warm nose."
The praise actually gets the mare to try even harder, trying to make Inala squirm and moan in all the right sort of ways with said broad tongue. As much as she might deny it, she does want Inala's approval and does like her, and Her daughters. She tries to also control things below too, so that the Kirin is getting nearly as good treatment from her on that end (can't give him better, that would offend Ianal, probably!). Of course, she probably can't really even think that much, she's just sort of a pleasure beast at the moment, not unlike how the Doe gets in full rut for Gorphat.
She hardly notices when the suckling starts. It can't be Inala (unless she's milking her with feet somehow) or Kazuhiko. It feels like Skreek teeth - it must be the twins. And they're probably doing it for the milk.
So of course this just pushes the mare-mind further into the rut. She feels all warm, tingly, and floaty. Time doesn't even seem to really exist; it's all just a haze of ... wonderful.
For a moment.. at first, and then more and more in sync.. the thrusting of Kazuhiko lines up with the stroking of Willow's horn, so that it seems like each thrust from behind sends a pulse of pleasure up her spine, where it then fires up through her horn as a release. Hopefully just a sensation, otherwise Inala would be soaking wet by now. Well, her torso would match her loins at least.
Willow doesn't even know if the kirin has climaxed, but she does know she has, and is, and keeps climaxing. She's a little ball of moaning pleasure. Her face buried against a goddess, and her loins impaled by an expert in pleasures. She's riding what feels like a permanent orgasm.
Her 'children' don't seem to be disturbed by it all - but then they do tend to Inala and whatever activities she gets up to here in Paradise. At least they aren't alarmed by the noises. Willow finds that there is something that tastes even better than ambrosia, which is Inala's pleasure. As for Kazuhiko.. he probably still has enough control to make sure he doesn't miss the optimal point to strike. Or else he recharges very quickly. This certainly isn't how Willow remembers him: he's a lot less restrained right now.
If Willow had any chance of getting pregnant, it is probably somehow with this kirin. But, that's not even on her mind right now, she's drinking in Inala's pleasure and trying to keep that going as long as she can. It's like she must keep it going, no matter what. But the, ... pleasure Goddess, so probably not that surprising!
Things seem to go on forever - or else everything slows down so the moment seems to stretch out. Either way, the thing that changes it is Kazuhiko's own climax. Willow can certainly feel it, due to the heat. Kirin must have much higher internal body temperatures, or else really are descended from dragons like the legends he mentioned.
And the warm seems to rush through her, sending her into a euphoric high. She's pretty sure she was moaning, but her hazy brain can't quite confirm it. But at least the warmth sort of signals her to slow down and stop with both her tongue and her other end as she lays between a Goddess and the Kirin.
She does feel a bit overheated. Unicorns don't sweat, so she needs to pant, which does require using her tongue and dry air. She can also start to feel all those stretched muscles in her thighs as well now. They didn't seem so relevant a minute ago.
"Mmmmmmneh," Willow moans as her jaw gapes open and she pants at the air, even though her head remains in Inala's lap. She must look like a drooling mess, she certainly feels like one!
"You did well, daughter," Inala says, and strokes Willow's mane. The twins are soon draping cool, damp towels over her as well. Kazuhiko is still embedded, and leaning over her back with one arm on the back of the lounge to help support himself. "I.. forgive me for losing myself there.." he says.
"I can barely move," Willow whimpers. "You have nothing to apologize for," she adds. She would look back, but ... she can't even lift her head right now.
"That was not a full accounting of my book," Kazuhiko claims, apologetically.
"It was enough for me," Willow moans. One of her legs twitch slightly as her muscles try to move into a better position.
Kazuhiko helps by setting Willow in a prone position on her stomach, so he can massage her overworked glutes and thighs.
"So, how do I compare to a kirin?" Willow asks as her aching muscles start to complain a little less as the kirin works them over.
"You are much more.. interactive," Kazuhiko answers as he kneads. "They are not so involved in the process, I suppose you could say. It is our duty as men to prove ourselves and please them, but we do not seek pleasure from them. You are more like the dragon was. Passionate and generous."
"And tired afterward, I imagine. I don't know how you are still moving," Willow admits.
"Kirin women normal take several sessions that can last a few hours, over the course of a week," Kazuhiko says. "It requires great stamina, especially as the female matures."
"That might kill me," Willow whimpers, feeling like a completely spent rag. "Was that enough to see some of it, Inala?" she asks of the Goddess, or do you expect more...?
"I was a bit distracted during part of it," Inala teases. "But I suppose it is a good start."
"A good start?" Willow gasps.
"Unless you can get me a copy of his book," Inala asks.
"Not quickly," Willow reminds, "But I can try."
"Then that is all I can ask," Inala says magnanimously.
"You called me Daughter," Willow says as she slowly pushes herself upright. "Does that mean you wish for me to be officially your Daughter? Yodhinala Willow?" she asks the Goddess.
"Hmmm, are you worthy of becoming a Yodhinala?" Inala asks with her usual coy grin.
"I have ethereal beauty, exotic and rare," Willow notes and glances to the Kirin, "As he can attest. But as for worthy, only you can decide that. Or what requirements I would have to meet."
"Well.. I will have to test you, yes," Inala says, brushing her chin with the thumb of her left wing. "Something suited to your uniqueness."
"Once I have recovered, I hope," Willow admits.
"Oh, you're fine physically, I'm sure," Inala says, gesturing away the notion of recovery. "For now though.. hmmm. You should see to the morale of those men you rescued. The ones being held by my sister."
"I should, yes. There is much to do there still," Willow admits. "I assume you can entertain the Kirin and teach him of the Babelite pleasure techniques?"
"Oh, without doubt," Inala says, and grins her grin. "The East is woefully lacking in knowledge of me, it seems."
Willow pats the Kirin's shoulder. "You'll be in a collar and at her feet as a pet before the day ends, I fear," she teases him. "But you'll enjoy every moment."
"So not so very different from my honeymoon," the Kirin claims.
Willow stares at the Kirin, then breaks into giggles. "Well played," she concedes.