The next cell door is answered by an older barrephath, one with a few scars. He looks Willow up and down, then back up to her horn. "Who are you, and where are the hall guards?" he asks. His Babelite accent is very strong in his Standard, so he may not have had much opportunity to practice it. Unlike the others, he's more willing to look a gift unicorn in the mouth.
"Willow. They're out in the main guardroom since I am here," Willow replies in standard, then actually switches to Babelite (as much as she can really pronounce anyway). "I am here on behalf of the Mage's guild, and at the High Priestess' authorization. I'm looking for a specific guest that may be the father of the current patient of the mages, whom they have managed to treat successfully."
The man grimaces a bit. "Mages?" he asks. "We don't use names here, give me two details about the one you're looking for." He seems to be deliberately slowing down and frequency shifting his words for non-Eeee hearing.
"Tall, brown, older," Willow ticks off, not getting too specific yet. "And yes, mages. Your temple does work with them now."
"Close enough then," the Eeee grumbles, which to non-Eeee probably isn't easily picked up on. "Come in then," he invites, standing aside to make room in the doorway.
"I heard that," Willow comments and arches her brow a little. The unicorn shrugs a little, then walks into the chamber so that the guard can close it.
The man closes the outer door and then opens the inner one and leads the way through it. The room that Willow sees is identical to the others, with the sleeping area being around a corner and a table and stool in line of sight from the doors. "Who is it?" a deeper voice asks from around the corner.
"Willow," Willow replies. "The dark Aeonian. You should remember me," she comments and looks over to the guard, then up and down. "You're good-looking," she remarks.
That comment earns Willow a confused look from the Eeee. It's not likely he would have heard that from a Yodhrephath after all.
"Willow?" A tall Cervani follows the query, as Mr. Sprocket gets out of bed and approaches. He's having a similar problem to Mr. Straw, but the tips of his antlers have been.. blobbed? There are thick balls of what what might be dark resin covering the points, and tapering down until they meet flush with the rest of the horn. "Did you come to see me?" he asks next.
Willow waggles her brow at the guard and blows a kiss. Then her attention has to shift to the Cervani. "Yes, I did, though as for why ... well ... because we believe you are the father of one of the other captives, the one we treated and cured of his memory manipulations," the unicorn tries to explain gently. "And he's sort of freaked out and wants to see his father. So ... that means you're next on the list for being treated."
The buck stares for a moment, and then asks, "What if I'm not his father though?"
"That's unlikely, but if you're not then that means his father is likely dead," Willow admits. "We're hoping that is not the case."
"Does he remember me?" Sprocket asks, and puts a hand on his chest. "We didn't really spend time together in the mountain, if we didn't have to."
"He doesn't remember anything from the mountain. That's currently the outcome; your old memories can be brought back, but the new ones don't come along," Willow explains and shakes her head.
"Hmm," the buck grunts. "That's probably for the best. I'll probably be confused then too. How much is it going to cost?"
"Nothing," Willow notes, "They're helping out to foster good will between the Temples and the guild."
Sprocket sits down on the edge of his bed (which is mainly a matress with some cushions to make up the difference) which pretty muck means he's hugging his knees to his chest. "So.. it'll just go away and I'll be who I'm supposed to be," he says a bit hollowly. "It's a disturbing thought."
"I suppose you could choose to not do it," Willow admits, "You're not a prisoner. But do you really want to remain/remembering being a slave, effectively? And it's possible some memories of this time may come back over time. It's still in the 'experimental' stage, I suppose. But, do bear in mind that as you are now, you have a self-destruct curse on you that will do you in too if triggered."
"So if it goes well, the person I am now is going to be replaced by someone else that I don't know, and if it goes bad the person I am now is going to be gone anyway, but someone else will also be dead," the buck works out. "I don't want what I remember, it's true. And I might be a father. So.. I should go through with it." He then looks at Willow again and asks, "And if all of what I am now is gone, then the ones who did it to me in the first place won't have a reason to come after me again, will they?"
"That is an advantage, yes," Willow agrees. "They'd have no reason to pursue you at all. But, you don't have to decide right this minute. The idea of having a chunk of your memory erased ... is not appealing, even if most of it is false in the first place. I could see how it could be akin to dying."
"But, it's better to think of it this way, it's more like waking up from a dream. You don't always remember those, either. And as for a bad dream, do you really want to?" Willow suggests.
"That is a good way to look at it," Sprocket says. "So afterwards I may have odd reactions to seeing Aeonians. Are there many black ones?"
"There aren't many of us at all, frankly. I'm one of .. two that are black I believe," Willow admits.
"That seems small," the man says. "I don't know how many Aeonians there are though, or what colors they come in. What happens now?"
"I make a note of this chamber number, then ask for you to be escorted to the guild, I believe. If you want some time first, that's fine. If you want to go soon, I imagine you could be there within a day. So, it mostly depends on what you want," Willow explains, "And yes, we're a small race. We're immortal, and there will never be any more children of our kind, so we're just ever-shrinking."
"And here I was hoping this was a conjugal visit," Sprocket says in an attempt at humor. "Well, sooner is better I think. If I wait I'll have more time to worry about the existential issues involved."
"Well, that's possible too if you'd like. I'd just need the guard to be polite and stay in the other room. Unless he wants to join in, or somesuch," Willow jokes right back, then grins out at the guard.
"Eh?" the Eeee goes. "I wasn't paying attention, why are you grinning at me?"
"Want to play hide the salami?" Willow asks crudely.
"Are you propositioning me?" the guard replies suspiciously.
"Yes," Willow answers.
"Hmm, you've got all sorts of weird shapes on you," the Eeee considers. "A little big," he continues his critique. "Is it to torment the pris- the guest though? Can't have that. Against the rules."
"No, it's not to torment the guest. I'm just offering for you to join in. If not, I'm going to close the door," Willow explains and rolls her eyes.
"I'd rather watch and decide for myself," the guard counters. "I've heard that sex can be addictive and lead to a lack of focus."
"The Yodh here have got you beaten. I'm surprised they don't cut your balls off and be done with it," Willow remarks then focuses back to Sprocket. "So ... still interested, or is being watched too weird?"
"And being shackled to a bed wasn't too weird?" the buck asks. "It hasn't taken me long to learn how to ignore him. If his virtue is forever corrupted, then at least I will have left my mark on someone during this soon to be forgotten period of my life."
Willow plops herself down on the bad and laughs. "And here I thought maybe you two kept each other company. I hear the male Eeee tend to prefer being with other men to begin with," she jokes.
"I would suggest that is due to not realizing each other's sex until the relationship is too far along, but I am not that familiar with female Eeee or how Babelite's dress," Sprocket notes.
"Lack of dress, mostly," Willow claims, "It's naked-town out there."
"So the differences are obvious then, to avoid confusion," Sprocket reasons. "Eeee must have high core body temperatures then," he suggests, and rolls over on top of Willow to nuzzle her. His capped antler make little 'thud' sounds when they hit the wall.
"What's with the thinks on your horns?" Willow asks as she goes down and those go thump! Since she's on the bottom, she strokes along his back slowly and winks over to the guard.
The guard watches but doesn't wink back. "To keep them from scraping against the ceiling," Sprocket explains, stroking his hard fingers along Willow's sides. Any sort of finger-play for cervines and their ilk is likely only for the benefit of their partner, as they can't get a lot sensation beyond 'resistance' from them. But that includes 'soft', 'firm' and 'squishy' at least. "They originally wanted to file them down."
Willow grabs and kneads the buck's butt. "Ah, well, this is better than filing down," she concedes. "It would certainly hurt me to do that to mine."
The kneading makes Sprocket bleat at first, so he starts to knead Willow's breasts in return. He also rubs one antler 'bulb' against her horn. "What would polishing it do to you?" he asks.
"Naughty things," Willow admits. "Not unlike polishing a guy, just less squirty."
So Sprocket tests this by licking it, which puts his neck against Willow's muzzle. He's tall enough that it doesn't really cause any other issues, so long as he keeps his head tilted away from her (and the wall).
That of course makes willow go 'Eeeee!' She does try to lick nibble his neck when she can, but when you're heavily distracted, it is ever so much harder to actually be responsive in any sort of focused way. That said, she really does try though, so he gets some random neck lipping...
"That tickles," Sprocket notes, and then moves his hands down to Willow's thighs. "You've have to settle for putting your other lips around my other horn," he claims, and slides into her.
Willow groans, both from being entered, and from the really bad joke. "Ugh, bad joke, baaaad," she complains, all the while her other lips are, in fact, starting to work on his 'horn' by rippled squeezes. Damn it all, why did Inala always have to make it feel so good. When she's entered, she always has the urge for a bit after that she wants something in her to stay there! IT makes her feel terribly, well, slutty.
It helps that there's no need for the blessing with Sprocket, as he's just the right size to begin with. Of course, that means he can move faster without any issues too. This happens in bursts, before he deliberately pulls back from going into a full rut. His tongue seems to be on the same throttle as well, so his licking has the same pace to it.. along with the kneading, now that his hands have migrated back to Willow's chest.
It takes Willow a bit to figure out his pacing and try to match it, and it's difficult to resist the urge to push him into a full rut, too. Dagh, it just feels so good. But, somehow she manages to keep herself in a floaty sort of happy place without being too overwhelmed and urging for now. Who knows what the poor guard thinks at this point with this act of hedonism going on right in front of him, though! Willow doesn't know, or case, she's far too busy moaning and writhing.
Ther's a 'click' as Sprocket actually nibbles (or gnaws) on Willow's horn during his next burst of rutting, which lasts a little longer than the last one. His control might be starting to fail already. He's definitely breathing heavier now.
Willow is now trying to keep Mr. Sprocket from going too fast now. He made her hold back, so she's just returning the favor and keeping him from going full-on rut! The nibbling, while weird, at least doesn't make the unicorn go crazy herself. IT's actually a helpful distraction!
The man gronks a bit at the resistance, but it does slow him down a bit. He even shifts from horn licking to kissing Willow's face. Randomly at first, but eventually on the lips! He actually slows down further, but only to deliver stronger thrusts. If not for his squeezing hands, things would be bouncing a bit on the unicorn.
It takes some shifting, but Willow does manage to kiss back! She also matches the thrusting, making her push-backs harder as a result, along with some impressive clenching; dagh, she can grip like a vice if she tries to! Either it speaks well of some serious workouts in that area, or the blessing really does try to make her 'incredible' in bed. Or at least certainly unique.
This leads to more bleats and gronks from Sprocket, how dips his head to suckle (giving Willow an up close look at those antler-bulbs). At least they aren't getting tangled up in her face! The push-back makes the buck thrust harder of course, as he starts to work himself up again.
Willow finally decides to quit fighting the poor guy and let him have at it as she starts pushing back hard, but not doing anything now to slow him down at all. She's grabbing his butt now hard, and pushing him along quicker too, and grinding. Well, at least the guard is getting a show...
That sets Sprocket off, and grabs onto Willow's shoulders and pushes her down as he pushes himself up. With no antler or horn obstacles to worry about, he goes into a full-steam rut. It might be an eye-full for the guard, but might also be a bit frightening!
Which of course makes Willow sort of go into a rut right back as she's matching him pund for pund, as well as making one hell of a racket with moans, cries, gasps, groans, and flat-out screams! At least the walls are sound-proof ... or someone might thing a battle was going on.
There are a lot of tingles, and not a lot of pauses in between, save for the time Sprocket asks Willow to flip over and get on her hands and knees (although in practice it was just knees, since she needed her hands to brace herself against the wall).
There's also a lot of odd sounds, like 'Squonk!' at various points. And bracing on the wall? No complaint from her, she still prefers that position out of all of them maybe because it's so animalistic and remind her of Rhugharo? Or maybe she's just nuts ... which is far more likely. But she's milking the poor guy for all she can, especially with how she can ripple her muscles to make it seem like she is sucking down below.
This position also gives him access to her horn again, without the problems of antler logistics. So he can run his tongue from the base to the tip with each deep thrust that comes after a flurry of rapid ones. If unicorns sweat, Willow may end up as a salt lick by the end of things. And Sprocket is beginning to wheeze slightly.
Willow keeps at it for a bit longer, but does start trying to gently encourage him to slow down before he has a heart attack! It also allows her to start thinking a bit more clearly, and berate herself for being such a whore. If she can spread her legs for it, she does, and it still bothers her (but doesn't stop her).
So Sprocket winds down a bit. "Just need to catch my breast.. my breathe.. and recharge a moment," he claims. "So you can be on top for a while.."
It takes some gyrating and odd movements to sqitch without unplugging, but it does leave Willow on top where she uses her legs to rock and lift a little as she slowly keeps working him over. "We should probably stop soon, before I break you, the unicorn warns.
"Just a bit longer," the buck replies, and sits up to nurse on Willow for.. more than just a bit longer.
Willow comments over to the guard, "It's just as well you didn't join in. I'm known to ruin men for any other woman. Well, save for perhaps a Yodhinala." She grins at him and keeps up her slow rolling, but is trying to not drive the poor guy into another frenzied rut.
"Hmm?" the guard asks, blinking. "Looked like you were trying to kill eachother. S'why I never let any of the Yodhrephath have me."
"You are missing out, though. I hear some of the Yodhrephath can be incredible in the sack. Just tons of energy and so demanding," she teases, then just sadly shakes her head and focuses on letting poor Sprocket finish ... and encouraging him to before he dies.
So the the buck lets go Willow's teat, and grabs her wrists. With a last burst of stamina he pulls her down onto the mattress, pins down her arms, and ruts wildly for a full minute before bursting again. Then slumps over her in exhaustion.
Willow goes "Squonk!" as she's taken hard one last time, and it also gives her one blindly powerful burst of pleasure too that makes her slump afterward. When her vision clears, she sort of rolls off the man and thumps onto the floor, a mess.
"Sure you weren't trying to kill him?" the guard asks. "This can't be a common activity."
"Happens every day. Likely going on a hundred times over right now in this city alone," Willow remarks as she gets to her feet, albeit a bit wobbly. "I'm just that good that I bring men to their knees, so to speak," she adds.
"Looking a little shaky there," the Eeee notes. "There's a water barrel if you want to wipe off. Can't help you get your mane back into shape though."
Willow does go and clean herself up a bit using the water barrel and any cloth she can get a hold of. "I guess you're too afraid of me to risk it, eh? Men, you're all weak," she comments to the Barrephath.
"No, we're strong enough to support stronger women," the Eeee claims. "Weak men look to dominate."
"Pfft, I don't believe you," Willow comments as she finishes wiping up. "Anyway, yes, this is the man I need to have transferred over to the Mage's Tower. What room number is this? I'll let the guards know."
"Third row right," the guard says. "I think. Best to count on your way out though."
"Got it. Do take good care of him, hmm?" Willow requests as she saunters to the guard, then kisses him on the cheek. "Last chance before I leave," she teases and taps her fingers on his chest.
The guard relents and gives Willow's assets a feel. "Hmm, how do they not get in the way all the time?" he asks.
"They do. Tour Yodh would have them too if they didn't exercise so much and take hormones . But even then, Eeee are smaller in this respect than others," Willow comments. "They're fun to have, though, so the complications are offset by fun."
"What makes them fun to have then?" the guard asks, letting in go in case 'fun' is contagious.
"They feel good to be played with, and men usually like to suck on them," Willow explains and shrugs.
"Eh? Really?" the guard asks, and feels them up again a bit more thoroughly, as if he suspects something is hidden inside. "I suppose it's a bit relaxing," he admits.
Willow reaches up and tries to gently tug the Eeee's head down to one of her nipples to see if he'll 'take the bait' so to speak. "Yes, it is, and it feels good to me, too," she sort of purrs at him.
And he gets the hint and tries a taste, mainly using his tongue. He keeps up the kneading as well, since Willow said that made her feel good.
"There you go, now close your lips around that and suckle some," Willow encourages; feeling rather dirty and corrupting about it while she does it.
He does keep one suspicious eye open while he nurses. "Eh, is that cream?" he pauses to ask.
"Milk," Willow explains. "It's how children are fed. And why even adults enjoy doing that."
"Don't remember the taste," the Eeee says. "Tried cheese once. Hard stuff. Not to my liking." He goes back for another taste, but changes breasts in case one is different from the other.
"They both taste the same," Willow comments and lets him nurse a bit longer before gently trying to detach him. "See? Relaxing."
"How do you know they taste the same?" the guard stops to ask. "Will this make me immune to poison?"
"Because I know what I taste like. I can milk myself, thank you." Willow comments and rolls her eyes. "And no, it will not. They're not magical; you'd have to go to a Yodhgorphat or the like for magical boobs."
"Your nipples taste different," the man insists. "Left one is saltier. Or just not as well washed off."
"Most likely that," Willow agrees and shrugs. Now oddly she finds herself missing Gorphat because she mentioned her. She shakes her head and says, "Anyway, I should be going. Thank you for your time here."
"I look forward to not having to watch over this fellow," the guard says. "So thank you for that." He opens the door for Willow.
"You have about half a day to bed him if you want before he's taken," Willow comments as she heads out the doorway and starts down the hall. She waves backwards, then goes about counting the doors.
From the guard room at the end, it is the third row.. and on the right side if you're entering the hall.
Willow knocks on the guard door. "Found the one I need transferred to the Mage's tower. Third row, on the right from here," Willow says.
The door opens a bit, and one of the guards looks out, and tries to see around Willow. "Are you done then?" he asks.
"I am done," Willow says, "May I please enter and get my clothing back on?"
The door opens, and the guards file out before letting Willow enter. Since they're wearing their armor (which tends to have pointy bits) the make sure not to brush against her.
"Don't look so happy," Willow remarks a bit dryly as she lets the guards file past, then she heads back into the guard room. "My clothing, please?" she asks and holds out her hand.
The room attendant looks nervous as he hands back Willow's clothes, but stays quiet.
"What's wrong?" Willow asks as she takes her clothing back and slowly starts putting them back on.
"What makes you think something is wrong?" the guard squeaks, nearly jumping when Willow addresses him.
"You're scared," Willow points out.
This makes that man puff his chest out. "No I'm not. It was just.. uh.." he freezes for a moment. "Oh! Your breasts. They.. uh.. distracted me?" he offers.
"Willow shakes her head and finishes getting dressed. "Well, thank you for your time and indulgence. I have found the person needed, so I shall be going now," she comments, waves, then leaves the room to go back the way she came.
There's an escort waiting outside for her. She's tall, and wearing red armor, and has a raised eyebrow. "So, I'm to have a Rhian move into my personal quarters then?" Koldesh asks.
Willow laughs. "Nothing of the sort," she says, "That guard is just mad because I made her glue things to the ceiling." She rolls her eyes and adds, "I've found the one needed to be sent. If he can be brought to the Mage's Tower by tomorrow, that would be grand. And seeing as I've bothered your folk enough, I should probably leave before you, or one of them, tries to kill me."