It took some doing to escape from the Paradise club. Pierce probably never got more than hour of rest for the duration, and whenever he was sure he would just keel over and die, Honey showed up with sort of restorative beverage. And while Stone-Will tried to do his fair share, Pierce was ultimately outnumbered. Between the twins, Revalie, Honey, Bara and Stone-Will (plus Tulani sneaking in while Stone-Will rested) it was a miracle nothing fell off of Pierce. The overstimulation eventually turned to an odd ache, if skin could ache. He was eventually rescued by Bara however, for a certain definition of rescued.
Pierce was laid out on Bara's bed, every muscle aching. The mistress of the manor, Bara, was actually just starting to massage him with some sort of flowery scented liniment that felt very warm and soothing once it soaked in.
And the cat replies by sticking his tongue out and making a farting sound. Or a deflating one. Not much difference, really. He's not even sure he can move.
"You did very well," Bara says as she rubs the soothing oil into Pierce's right palm. "I'm surprised you can still move your tongue. Maybe you could work for me for a while if you liked. Fluffer hasn't had a vacation in... I don't remember how long. He does love his work though."
"/I'm not sure I can move. I would need to recover before I could do that. I wouldn't want to put the bunny our of work, either,/" Pierce signs with his unoccupied left hand. "/Plus ... if he loves it, is it really work? Also, not surprising he'd love it, bunnies are nothing but hormone."
"Oh, so you would find it a challenge then?" Bara asks, and reaches down to run one oil-dripping finger along Pierce's 'ridges' to see if he twitches.
Pierce does twitch. "Yes, yes I would," he admits in sign. Her use of the word challenge is also worrisome; it's Gorphat-y.
Bara goes back to working the oil into Pierce's upper body. "We will see how well you respond to my special relaxation techniques," she says. "They should keep you from cramping up."
"Or break me entirely," Pierce thinks, but wisely doesn't sign. He mostly just sort of sprawls out and sighs a little.
"Don't worry, I haven't broken any men on accident since I was an acolyte," Bara claims, and ruffles Pierce's head before working the oil into his chest.
"Does she read minds?" the cat wonders; that worry the opposite of relaxing. The rubbing, though makes him purr a little, and also sound like a cat being deflated. Not in a horrific way, naturally; that requires different treatment.
It is relaxing. Apparently there was also tension in his feet and legs that he wasn't aware of until they started to melt as well. And that's a lot of leg. Then the Eeee is trying to roll him over onto his stomach. "You're rather heavy," she notes.
"I'm muscle and bone. Eeee are not muscle and hollow," Pierce points out while he watches the Eeee trying to turn him over. His ears wiggle, then he rolls himself over; just tries to make it seem like she did it so she doesn't get upset, or something.
Bara starts with his butt, since that seems to have taken the most abuse. She is not gentle, really kneading hard (and maybe using a knee or elbow) and using extra oil. She might be pinching, but it's hard to tell as things begin to loosen up.
That makes him make cat noises, which means lots of mrowling and squirking. Also paffing her with his tail when she gets a little too aggressive. "What is it with them and butts??" the poor cat wonders.
It might be because Eeee are lacking in that department, or because Bara is really a frustrated baker at hard, and needs to knead dough to relax. The heat does get in though. "I see you can more your tail," she says, before climbing up and sitting on the back of Pierce's thighs. Then she starts working his back.. with her feet. Maybe she was using those for his butt all along.
Pierce replies by using his tail to try and tickle her. Is it for using her feet on him? Is it because he's a cat? Is it just because? Who knows, and the only thing Pierce can say is 'Rowl!' when she uses her claws a little too hard.
Tickling confirms that she's using her feet, because uses one of her free hands to grab the tail and bite it. Well, hold it in her mouth, and stretch it to taut. This lets her use her hands again.. to pry open Pierce's cheeks and apply some oil directly to (and inside) another area that has seem some unaccustomed abuse. It feels especially warm when applied like that.
Pierce squeaks! at the bite and ends up arching from the tail pull. The oil application makes him stiffen up all over, and poof! just when he wasn't feeling gooey back there, she goes and makes it all gooey again! And slick!
She's got her finger inside and is.. doing things. But it's not like the key at least: this is actually relaxing, somehow. It's just another type of massage.
That doesn't prevent complainy cat noises, or random muscle squeezings. "Did you have to have this done too?" he asks.
"You will thank me," Bara claims. "I can tell you do not know how to relax and dilate properly, and there are some areas you definitely do not want to swell or cramp." She gives his shoulders some extra foot-squeezes as well to try and get him to relax.
"Thank you? You're making it feel like I had a Rhian in there," Pierce signs and looks over his shoulder a little. He doesn't want to admit it does feel kinda good.
"Oh, I can do that too if you want," Bara notes. "I'd use me hand-fist though, not my foot-fist. For your first time." She says it so casually, without not a hint of joking.
"You're not series, are you?" Pierce asks in sign, and his ears splay flat.
"With the proper precautions it is easily done," Bara insists. "It's all a matter of conditioning and proper exercise."
"That's crazy! They're huge! How can that even be fun?" Pierce signs.
"This is a skill-based profession," Bara notes. "We aren't about fun we're about pleasure and happiness. And the power that gives us, as well."
"Surely you want to have fun sometimes?" Pierce signs. "If you don't ever enjoy it, that would be awful."
"I enjoy things quite a bit," Bara says defensively. "But I also take pride in my skills. I generally have fun when I'm in a dominant position, of course," she claims, then slips a second finger in and wiggles the two around in gestures that are uncomfortable at first, but then rather melty. "Are you having fun with me like I'm having with you?" she asks.
Mrrp! goes the cat from that. "Maybe. A little. Possibly," the cat signs in rather halting sorts of strokes. "It can be fun to not be the predator, from time to time. If the person can be trusted, anyway."
"Everyone trusts me," Bara claims. "Now roll over again," she adds, pulling her fingers out.
Pierce whines when things are extracted and sort of wet-sounding. Making sort of grumbly noises, he does roll back over as per request.
Bara spreads the cat's legs, and the two fingers go back in, while her other hand gets more of the oil, adding some of it to the palm of the engaged hand, which then presses up and against the fuzzy protuberances that have also given their all recently. Then the other hand is free again to oil up the stem.
Pierce eye's go wide and his butt lifts a bit from that!. "At this rate I may never be able to clench again!" he signs, probably joking. His hips roll a little too, completely in reflex.
Even though things respond to the touch, it's still relaxing and soothing. Bara has a very gentle hand, but the stroking and focusing on specific, sensitive spots feels very at odds with relaxation.
"That feels weird," Pierce finally admits from where he lays. "I imagine I am the oddest savanite you've met."
"I have heard of a mad artist, but I never got to meet him," Bara notes. "And I had a Savanite tutor when I was a child in the temple, who taught me Silent-Sign and how to read and project body language."
Pierce nods slightly, since he's laying down. "I use what I am as a ploy to get information," he signs, "People blab around those the perceive as slaves and such. So, I play that up with Tulani there. It makes for an effective partnership. No one sees me as a threat."
"My temple had a saying: The beautiful woman has access to the front door. The woman with a mop has access to everything," Bara notes, and grins. "You are about to feel something odd, but do not panic. It is only a small miracle."
Pierce's ears splay out and his expression shifts to one of worry. "This was not odd already?" he asks.
"I have not used magic on you yet," Bara claims, and then bends down to.. whisper into Pierce's equipment.
"Magic? On me?" Pierce wonders worriedly, and looks down in case things fall off, or something.
Then there's a little percussion happening internally, as Bara's upturned fingers begin alternating taps against Pierce prostate. The fingers of the other hand are draping down over the shaft, until they touch near the base with the palm pressed against the tip, as if picking up something. And then.. Bara unspools Pierce. It feels like there are two tiny (or not so tiny) balls of yarn in his.. balls of not-yarn. And Bara as plucked up the loose ends of them and is now slowly pulling the yarn up and out. And the disturbing thing is that Pierce can see the yarn exiting once her fingers move up past the tip.
That makes Pierce squawk! And jerk! And sit up! "What the Dagh is that?!?!?" he signs in a near panic. It's like some sort of disturbing flossing! His poor sat-on tail is also tip-flicking like mad!
"Tsssst!" Bara hisses. "Lie back and close your eyes. I am untangling your fatigue. Did I not warn you not to panic?"
"Easy for you to say!" Pierce signs. It takes effort to force himself to lay back down and close his eyes. But at least he won't have to see it? Feeling it is bad enough!
Once he's not staring at it, it does start to feel nice. It's really just a very slow fountain, of sorts, that is carrying away the soreness brought by overworking things. At least it helps to think of it like that.
And not like any of the horrors he's seen in Gorphat's temple! Or worse, experienced. It also helps to flick and tap his tail as some sort of outlet from feeling freaked out by the sensations. Maybe if he had not seen it first? Deep breaths, that usually helps right?
It just keeps drawing out, too! Carrying away.. something. The smaller the wound up yarn-balls get, the more relaxed things feel down there. Being able to feel them shrink helps, since it lets him know when things should be finished as well.
Eventually, he does start to sort of relax from this at least. Slow-breathing helps. In, out, on, out, while things ease up and relax. His tail slowly calms down as he does; a good cat meter, that.
The yarn unspools and unspools, the source shrinking and shrinking until it should run out. Then it catches. "Hmmm, that is unusual," Bara notes.. and then tugs. The yarn gives way, but also pulls something else in to take it's place: that tendril of shadow that was always extending down from Pierce's heart. Now energy fills the vacated space.
Pierce's eyes open wide. "What was that?" he signs in a panic again and is quickly looking down at his crotch.
Everything looks normal, and the yarn is gone, but he now feels.. very randy as a result of the shadow infusion. Things are rejuvenating and regenerating down there, and any lingering aches are gone. "You just had a little knot at the end," Bara claims.
"I'm not jupani," Pierce insists, and twitches. He's also squirming. "That ... mmmf, now I feel like I'm in heat or something." he signs.
This seems to surprise Bara for a very brief moment before she smoothly says, "Of course, I'm very good at this. Aside from Fluffer, this is a common ritual for my male hospitality staff. I can't afford to having them spending three nights recovering for every one of service."
It might be difficult to picture Malagast going through this, but he's probably not as active as the others.
Pierce is soon pushing Bara down on her back and mounting her. In her, too. He growls and wiggles his ears, too. Hopefully she won't gut him in the next few seconds for that.
"Oh, you seem to feel recovered now," Bara notes with a smile as she.. well, does things with her pelvis. "Should I send you back to the others?"
Pierce's reply to that is to growl, and bite her around the neck! Not to choke, just to hold. Then his hips are quickly moving, and his hands are trying to pin hers.
Bara lets her hands be pinned (she's still got her feet after all). Still she tries to manage Pierce's predatory passion to a degree (that degree being just enough that she won't get hurt) and being very flexible about the rest.
Pierce is rough, play-acting up like a feral animal with his prey. (Or mate in heat). But he is paying attention to her reactions and responding in ways to make her enjoy it more. Eventually his jaws release, and he snogs her, with forked tongue.
This gets a long Eeee tongue in response, licking his tonsils. And some very energetic hip and leg action - she even tugs on his tail with one foot, and hooks her wing-thumbs into the rings embedded under his shoulders. And Pierce has Bara all to himself! Nobody else in the room to be a distraction or competitor or have to put on a show for.
Her challenge elicits one form him, he's digging claws in a bit when she tugs on rings. His hips are rolling in a mirror opposite ways hers does, along with some rolling grinding. At one point he even slips his own hand down to grab her butt, and put a finger inside her like she was to him!
She does know how to dilate (and squeeze) those muscles, at least enough to lure him in further before clenching down. She doesn't seem inclined to let go either! But she also doesn't move in any way that might injure the finger.
Pierce actually experiments to see how much he can fit in there! While somehow moving his hips and doing other things. Flexible cat! Or crazy. Or both!
Whatever he tries, it seems to fit so long as he doesn't try to fit his entire hand in. Bara is now twisting her hips back and forth around Pierce's pivot, for some added torsional friction as she tries to out-limber him.
Pierce entwines his legs with her in a battle of limberness! His hand plays for a bit with fitting, but soon he pulls it away so he can better focus on how his hips move without having to worry about his hands. Soon he's bending back and trying to wrap the Eeee around him in some sort of weird act out of a book.
"What's this?" Bara coos. "You want to be all wrapped up?" she asks, then unhooks her wings so she can wrap them around the cheetah. There is a lot of wing to go around as well.
This makes Pierce sort of snort-laugh. He can't do that too, alas, so he purrs so loudly all of him vibrates the bat. He also licks at the wings.
"Oooo!" Bara snugs in tighter to maximize the vibrations. "Eeee always underestimate the low frequencies," she confides, and sticks her nose into Pierce's ear.
Pierce keeps it up, rumbling into whatever part he can reach with his muzzle for the most intensity. His tail comes into play too, and rubs and squirms around a bit like a snake, even teasing between her butt cheeks.
"I think I should be on top," Bara pants. "You're too tall!"
Pierce rolls the leathery, fuzzy, ball until Bara ends up on top. Ears wiggling, he spares a chance to sign, "Better?" Then he's griping her chest and kneading like a demented baker.
"Much!" the bat notes, and leans into the kneading. She even holds on to Pierce's biceps and 'tents' her wings over him to concentrate the.. well.. smells they are producing. Then she starts grinding away vigorously, without the usual subtle control. She's just doing it for fun essentially.
Pierce's nostrils flare, surprised by how, er, heavy, the smell can get when tented. He's grabbing a hold of her hips with his tail next and grinding right back, along with a predatory growling purr coming from a fangy grin on his spotty mug.
Bara's teeth are very visible in the candlelight, as she really starts to power along, faster and faster now. Her breath is hissing through her teeth, even.
"My, what big teeth you have," Pierce thinks, right before he lifts his head up and he's snogging that fangy maw. Teeth don't scare him!
Mid-snog, there's a sort of full-body twitch from Bara, followed by some serious clenching and releasing down below. Her breath tastes very damp and adrenal, and she grabs the back of Pierce's head with one hand to hold the kiss as she rides things out.
Pierce pushes himself hard so that he bursts too; and then he's twitching and seeing stars while he's snogging her back! Dear lord, it's just as bad as it was earlier; it's like his life is flowing with it! It's the sort of intensity he's only come close to when with Inala Herself.
At least Bara is comparatively lightweight, since her full weight is slumping down against Pierce right now.
Pierce goes limp underneath Bara soon afterward. He's panting, almost wheezing, and grinning like an idiot. He's also slowly petting over her sides and purr-murmuring.
It's tricky because of how her wings are sort of just flopped down over the sides of the bed. And her ears block most of the rest of his line of sight as well. But she's definitely breathing, and after a few moments says, "Good recovery."
"Good Teacher, and Mistress," Pierce signs out on her side, and his ears wiggle playfully. "I'd wear your collar, figuratively speaking."
Bara has to turn her head to read the signs, then returns to resting her jaw on Pierce's chest. "I don't know how much work I would get done if you were around all the time. And we'd need to keep Honey and the rest of the staff at bay for you to get any work done. I do have something in mind you might be good for though. I just need to dig a bit to be certain."
"If I can help, I will. If not, that's okay too," Pierce signs, now feeling tired again. "And of course depends on if Tulani has work I need to do for her. Her and her clandestine operations and all that."
"Well, it would be along the same lines," Bara says. "I don't want to move. Are you alright resting her for a bit longer?"
"I don't want to move either," Pierce admits, "and my, er, parts want to remain in your grasp. So, I'm fine with it."
"Good," Bara says. "Soon you won't need the key anymore," she offers with a yawn.
Pierce acks, and yawns. Such contagion! Such ... soon the cat is off to a sort of sleepytime haze as his body kind of limps out and he fades into a twilight sort of rest.