Consciousness comes slowly, but with a nice warm feeling that fills Alptraum. She doesn't recognize where she is at first, and what she's been sleeping on. Eventually she realizes she's in the ritual chamber in the Mages Tower. Soon after she realizes she's been sleeping on the coils of a very large Naga, and she can hear purring.
Alptraum reaches down between her legs with one hand, and the other on her chest. She squeezes both and purrs herself. Back to being the form that's fast become feeling like the natural one, even if it's currently, well, forced. Hands release and she slowly sits up to see who she's actually sleeping on, and who is purring?
Rostre is the current mattress, and she seems torpid at the moment. Tulani is not far, also on the reptilian futon and sleeping like a cat, all curled up and hidden under her wings.
There's no sign of Trilby though. Maybe Rostre ate her.
Alptraum does a quick check on her body, seeing if it's not super horny, and that she's not lactating. Problem is, of course, does he now have any clothing that fits?
Her overactive libido is answered when the door to the chamber opens and Cyprian steps in. Just his presence gets the juices flowing for Alptraum. "Alptraum?" he asks when he really notices her current shape.
Alptraum ughs. "There it is," she thinks when she feels warm and tingly. "Hello, Cyprian. Yes, it's me. The Sisters are having fun with me lately; this Is Inala deciding she likes me better this way, or something," she claims as she slides herself off the pile of snake.
"Uhh.. does this happen often?" Cyprian asks awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. He looks a bit unkempt, and is slouching.
"Only in the past week or so. I mean, it's not the worst thing, to he honest. I've gotten used to it," Alptraum admits and even shrugs some. She leaves off the part she actually kind of likes it now. "What brings you about?"
"I came to check on anyone left in here, since I saw Trilby being carried off by her assistants," Cyprian says. "Everyone that was here has been.. uh.. trying to deal with the lingering effects. Thank goodness the room was shielded and none of that got out."
"Yeah, a whole tower of horny wizards would be very bad and really awkward," Alptraum jokes, and grins. "I assume those that did get exposed found someone to work it off with?"
"I'm not sure," Cyprian says. "I've been avoiding people." He then blinks and says, "I should offer you my robe."
"What, not your body too?" Alptraum jokes, and grins. "Why have you been avoiding people?"
"Because I've aroused now for.. maybe eight hours?" Cyprian explains. "I thought it would wear off by now."
Alptraum frowns. "That's actually not good. It can cause all sorts of issues, I learned that from Mount Gorphat," she explains. She rubs her face a bit before she continues. "I know it might be a little weird, but, I could help you out with that if you want."
Cyprian looks at Alptraum for a bit more, and says, "Alright. I'm not thinking very clearly right now, but you aren't someone from the tower, so.. it should be fine?" He removes his outer robe and offers it to Alptraum. "We.. should got back to my quarters though."
Alptraum takes the robe and puts it on, though she's now finding him very distracting. "Plus side is that I've been taught by Yodhinala, so, I know a lot of their tricks," she jokes as she adjusts the robe a bit. "And honestly, I won't tell anyone, and I can't get pregnant without divine intervention."
"This will be better than having to go see Trilby, certainly," the bleary sounding Cyprian says. "Who knows what she'd do to anyone affected that comes to her."
Once Alptraum is covered, Cyprian opens the door to check the corridor. "All clear," he says.
"Oh I can guess, there are medical ways to make things happen. They are not fun," Alptraum says as she follows, and soon peers outside too. She also pats his butt.
That makes Cyprian.. squeak. Alptraum could use the shadow to obscure them, but it doesn't sound like anyone is walking the corridor at the moment. The pat also gets Cyprian out into the hall and leading the way.
And lets her admire his butt. Which she does. "Dagh, he really is a lady killer," she even thinks for a moment before regaining her senses. "So, on a scale of one to ten, how weird do you feel right now?" she has to ask.
"Twenty-five," Cyprian says. "I haven't slept. I feel light headed and unfocused, other than certain thoughts." Apparently his suite is on the same level, just on the opposite side of the tower. He's even got a small reception room.
"What sort of thoughts?" Alptraum asks, "Because given who I am, I can probably fulfill weird needs." She grins a bit, but at least she's behind him! "I assume your assistant is out?"
"Oh, yes I sent them away, with instructions not to disturb me," Cyprian says, looking a but unsteady on his feet, and slightly confused about which door leads where. "I think my bedroom is on the right.."
Alptraum actually moves up and gets one of his arms around her shoulder. "C'mon, sleepy. You'll probably think this was just a weird nightmare, anyway," she says as she leads him ... right.
The man doesn't resist. The bedroom is small, with a cot-like bed and a perch, along with a dresser, cabinet with a bowl of water, and a thin thick-glassed window that could only be for light.
Alptraum leads him to the bed and helps him sit down. "You still haven't told me your thoughts," she points out. She removes the robe sash before the robe, and why is because she ties it around his eyes. "If you can't see me, it'll probably be a little less weird."
"Oh, I can see you just fine," Cyprian assures. "The thoughts are.. chaotic, and smudgy. Textures and warmth and.. breasts. Eeee should not be thinking of breasts."
"Hey, breasts are great. I could give you a pair of your own," Alptraum jokes. She actually kneels down next to the cot, and eases his legs apart. "But for now I think I need to deal with a more pressing problem," she jokes. Then she's leaning in, and she licks from stem to stern, slowly.
"Nnnggg," the Mage utters, and shudders. The stem itself twitches as well, and he runs his hands through Alptraum's hair.
"Just imagine a Yodhinala," Alptraum suggests. Then she's doing a rather disturbingly good impersonation of one. All those weird hours where Mave made Alptraum sit with a toy and practice on it with her tongue has some value after all. Other than the terrible memories of Mave's criticisms, anyway. Eeee tongues are flexible, and Mave made sure that was drilled into her head. Moving like a warm and wet snake was always the theme.
"I think it's getting worse," Cyprian says, grabbing locks of hair now. The already overly-aroused organ does seem like it's going to release any pressure, but the veins certainly stand out more. "Gorphat does this as a torture?" he asks.
"She does a lot worse," Alptraum admits, and thinks of Dar, and has imaginary pressure pains in parts that don't exist on this body! Soon she's quiet because her mouth is quite occupied, and her nose pressing into his torso a little. Which means she can smell him rather intensely.
The man moans and shudders, and even starts to pump his hips. He tastes and smells a bit gamy and sweaty.
Even though she's trying to make it very enjoyable, she's also trying to, well, get him to the end to release some of the pent up urges given how long it's been like this! She also thinks on how Gorphat made Alptraum like this, pre Dar, and how uncomfortable that was too. Given how horny she feels right now, there could be real risk of that happening again too. Oof.
There are deceptive shudders, but no release! This isn't what it was like with Alptraum right after the ritual.. but Cyprian has been like this for hours. Could it get worse the longer you wait?
Concerned, Alptraum uses the tongue contact to sink shadow down into Cyprian and look for problems down there.
There's inflammation along the urethra that seems to be closing things off.
"Ouch," Alptraum thinks. She carefully wraps that in shadow and tries to ease back and reduce the inflammation.
Cyprian sighs, as what was probably a painful condition eases thanks to the shadow. There doesn't seem to be any magical resistance to the treatment.
Alptraum focuses on reducing the inflammation, and once it;s down, she goes right back to trying to get him to a release to help 'depressurize' the spell effect, so to speak.
"Gods.. I.." Cyprian starts to say before gushing. All those hours being pent up have built up quite a bit of volume.
Alptraum mmph! Her actions have to stop and she has to focus on dealing with the amount so there's not a mess! It's a good thing she's a vampire, and she's gotten used to this particular taste, since she'd getting a lot of it and having to, well, swallow it.
While Cyprian pants and seems to relax a bit, his arousal doesn't seem to be affected at all.
Nor has Alptraum's. So, on to phase two! She pushes him so he lies back completely, then she's climbing onto the cot with him. Legs straddle, and she reaches down to find, then guide him into Inala's very decorated gate. When he starts to sink in it feels exquisite. To the point she gasps out. She's at a point she can't stop herself and soon she's fully sitting on him and he's completely inside. Then she rolls and grinds because she simply has to.
"Oh.. this is.." Cyprian says, then just reaches up to fondle Alptraum's breasts.
Alptraum leans down and presses one of her breasts to his mouth if she can manage it. She keeps on grinding, though, and enjoying the sensation of another Eeee inside her. The same species always feels the best, usually. Might be Inala's focus on Eeee procreation too that she makes sure it's best for them.
Since she's leaning forward, there's room for Cyprian to move a bit. Soon he's bucking up into her while suckling on her breast.
So Alptraum finds the pacing and goes along with it, enjoying the sensations from both places. There's a gasp when, well, milk flows from her chest. She did, after all, ask Inala to bless this form too with Her gifts. Nevermind it probably is what motivated Gorphat to claim Dar and her slow warp of him into a monstrous beast in constant pain.
Constant lust is no walk in the park either. Cyprian also bites a few times while nursing, when he really tries to plunge in deep. Which is becoming more often, as his hips speed up.
No, but it at least has good endings and some period of relief at least! The biting just makes her squeak and clench. Her hips are moving quicker too, as in the clenching as she feels the muscle tingles of the buildup forming and the rush that is about to come.
The man grunts, despite being latched to a teat, and shudders as he releases again (although this soon it may not amount to much if anything). This causes his to release the nipple and bite Alptraum's shoulder instead.
Alptraum finds the neck bite sets off the wave and soon she's clenching as pleasurable waves roll through her, radiating out from her hips. It comes with a lot of squeaking, and her eyes clenched as she rides it out. And when it does finally subside several minutes later, she goes limp and collapses on top of him.
If only he collapsed as well, but Cyprian has a lot of hours to catch up on apparently, and is still going. His hips are even faster now.
There's a bit of a struggle as Alptraum somehow rolls them on the cot so he's on top and she's underneath. Then she just ... lets him go while she sinks deeper into that pleasure abyss. In her mind. Cyprian's the one sunk into her pleasure abyss.
He just keeps going. Where'd he get the energy? He does moan quite often though, and it isn't clear if he's in pleasure or pain. He also bites a lot.
Alptraum decides to just let him continue, even with all the biting! Maybe he got a bit of the spell on him and needs to burn it off. Hopefully she doesn't end up chafed and sore down there! Inala's blessing prevents that, right?
So far there's no issue with lubrication, even this long into the session. So nobody is chafing yet. Cyprian keeps moaning though, and finally seems to wind down from exhaustion. He still feels pretty firm inside of her though. "I think I'll injure myself if I keep going," he mutters.
"You might. You were well on your way to injury," Alptraum mutters, "I had to fix some stuff. Trilby would have been mad at you. "Sounds like you need a nap, too. If you need to sleep, sleep."
Alptraum also uses the calm period to return to using the shadow to check for problems. That he's still aroused is a bit concerning.
The mage's prostate is inflamed, and the stress on his shaft (along with the prolonged erection) is causing potential damage as well from oxygen loss. His testes seem fine, as they don't seem to be affected by the condition as much.
Well, since it's in contact and in a soothing place, Alptraum works on trying to heal that, gently. She also struggles to not think about how bad Dar's must me given how bad this seems and there's no external signs! Egad.
The shadow-work helps, and Cyprian's arousal begins to flag. And he starts to doze off.. on top of Alptraum of course.
Alptraum, well, settles in and lets him sleep. It also gives her time to check things and ensure it's all good, and get some short rest herself. Hopefully he won't be asleep for several days after that!
She's still feeling a bit randy, but otherwise is fine. She also doesn't have any clothes. Hopefully when Tulani wakes up and finds her male clothes but no Alptraum, she'll know to go fetch appropriate clothing. Or she can see if someone here can loan her something backless to wear. That would probably have to be Summer though.
So, Alptraum settles in, lets her eyes close, and relaxes. And thinks about that really, she doesn't mind being like ther most of the time, even with feeling randy. It makes her closer to the Sisters; really all her forms do, even the horrible ones like the buck, doe, and Dargorphat that Gorphat claimed. In spite of all the pain they suffer, Alptraum really is fond of that Goddess and enjoys her company, agony and all. It's odd, but it does make her feel oddly desired and thus it's all worth it.
And she's oddly proud of being Gorphat's High Priestess too, when required.
Cyprian begins to snore. Which is odd considering his position. He probably hangs from the perch. Although if he snored while hanging that would be weird. At least he hasn't started drooling yet.
Alptraum chuckles and ends up just petting his neck and back. He's cute and a bit nerdy, sometimes. He'll also be mortified later when he remembers all of this, she realizes. It takes a bit ... getting used to.
Dar does not sleep well. There just isn't a comfortable position, and the random nerve pain makes it worse. He thinks he's beginning to hallucinate.
Nor does he walk well. The bat is crippled to 'all fours' now, that being mutilated hind legs and wing-arms. His original arms are rather emaciated and hang limply most of the time, with slightly twitching claw-hands. This has caused other issues, such as the position has caused his gut to distend more, swollen and bloated, while his empty breasts flip and wave about. His poor balls have sagged now too, several inches and sway painfully when he moves between his hind legs. And of course his mutilated member is still huge, swollen, and bent, and in this position sways a lot too, and hurts. He's waking up? Or is he? Hard to even tell, sleep is sporadic at best, and it wouldn't be surprising if he was hallucinating. Pity the demon that 'feeds' him isn't a hallucination, though, and still 'mounts' him three times a day for feeding, and pressurizing his prostate to feed his parasites.
The hallucination right now is a small Eeee, but partially covered in exoskeleton with multiple insect wings instead of regular ones. "Wow, they really went all out with you," the hallucination claims.
"Eh?" Dar says and blinks several times as it trying to get the Eeee to 'go away'. "The worst part is," he rasps, "Is I may be only half done. I can't even see parts of myself anymore, back itches, feels weird where they implanted things." He shakes his head a bit, though the stiff muscles complain. "Who, or what, are you?"
"I'm the tooth fairy," the figment claims. "And yeah, the spines on your back are coming in nicely. Will be good to hold onto."
Dar tries to turn his head and look at his back, which doesn't work well. "Spines? How big are they?" he asks as he fails to get a look. Then the name hits him and his flayed nose twitches and scarred ears cant. "Tooth .... fairy?" he asks.
"Gorphat's took fairy," the creature says, then flies up out of Dar's range of sight until she lands on his back. She sits down, between the two sets of 'spines' higher on his back, and grabs the first pair in front of her. She pushes and pulls on them, which hurts because they've grown down and rooted to his ribs. They must be at least a foot long by now.
The pulling makes Dar whine. "That hurts!" he claims, "Is Gorphat making me into a beast of burden to be ridden?"
"Maaaybe?" the fairy replies. "Who knows? I just deal with teeth." She's then gone from Dar's back, and landing with a buzzing flutter in front of him again.
Dar draws back, worriedly. "What do you mean ... deal with teeth?" he asks warily, and without opening his mouth much at all, protectively.
"Teeth," the fairy explains. "Those sharp things in your mouth? I do things to or with them." She comes closer as Dar moves back. He can't see that well, but it looks like one of her arms ends in chitinous pliers.
"I don't want you doing things to the sharp things in my mouth," Dar claims as he clumsily moves backwards. His body is so awkward and stiff now. He also tries to being up his emaciated arms as additional protection.
"Look, I have a job to do," the fairy explains. "I'm one of Gorphat's creatures, so.. you know how it is. Just open wide and let me work. I won't be taking the teeth, I promise."
"I know exactly how Mother Gorphat's creatures can be," Dar admits, worriedly. He also knows he can't really escape, and that if he struggles, Hosheb will come and paralyze him. He also knows taking doesn't mean that other things just as bad won't happen. He sighs out, whimpers, and stands there a few seconds in silence. Knowing no good will come of refusing, he says, "If Mother Gorphat wanted them removed, I could not refuse her anyway. I am Hers, completely. I submit to her Will and Wishes." He crouches down a bit more, then tilts his head up as much as he can and opens his jaws as wide as he can.
"That's as it should be," the fairy claims, then clamps onto one of Dar's upper fangs and yanks it out. It hurts, but then the root of the tooth is jammed through his skin from the outside into the back of his jaw.
Dar's mangled body ripples in pain when a tooth is suddenly yanked from his jaw, with sickly-colored blood soon oozing from the empty socket. Eyes wince, and slimy tears run down his cheeks. What follows next is even more pain as his lip tears through as thee root goes through, then crunches as it sinks into the bone at the back of his jaw.
This is repeated on the other side. When the 'pointy' teeth have been exhausted from the uppers, the fairy continues with the lowers. Soon Dar is left with some incisors and molars.
Each pull hurts on an ungodly level, and so does the implanting. Given most of his teeth are sharp, it only leaves him with a few. A couple forward upper and lower, then large gaps before molars far in the back start. Blood oozes and drops from his mouth; his head and jaw hurts and he's semi-sobbing and whimpering. How he even held sort of still during it is amazing.
"There you go, all done," the demonic fairy creature says. "They were nice and healthy too, which work best for transplanting."
"They donth feelth healthy," Dar lisps, badly and his jaw hurts, both where things were removed, and where added, then frowns. "All otherths thay?" he slurs more, and drools tainted blood.
"For now!" the tooth fairy says. "Not good too harvest them all at once, you know. Can't have too much bleeding. I'll have to consult with the tongue fairy before doing any more."
"Wha? tonguth fairy?! Gorphat intenths to change mah tonguth?" Dar blurts out in horror. Also that bit about for now is also worrying!
"I don't think she's scheduled to come yet though," the tooth fairy claims. "You need to heal up a bit first."
Dar flicks out his tongue, licking over his lips worriedly about those comments. But then it's not above Mother Gorphat's creatures to say things to instill fear, but not actually do. Maybe he'll be that lucky? "Whenth will I thee youth again?" Dar struggles to ask.
The fairy smiles and cocks her hips a bit. "Do you fancy me then?" she asks, suddenly coquettish.
"Yeth," Dar lisps, "I do not geth many vithitors."
"Wow, nobody ever thinks I'm worth hanging around with," the fairy says, and clicks her pliers hand a few times. "Let me see if I can do anything for you," she adds, then flits off behind him.
"Do for me..?" Dar wonders, confused. He tries to turn his head and look back, but motion range is limited, and he can't turn very quickly.
A small hand is reaching into the Hosheb Hole, and massaging his prostate directly. It's a lot gentler than when Hosheb stabs it, and it helps that her hand (not the pliers one) is small. It actually feels nice.
It's also disturbing he didn't even notice her hand in there until it reached the prostate. Just how open is he back there? The touch makes him twitch, and then after some slow massaging he starts making an almost pleased, burbling sound. "Ow wide hath I been stretched open back dere?" Dar manages to ask, not morbidly curious given he didn't feel much until she was in.
"I don't have any problem reaching in," says the maybe eighteen-inch tall fairy. That doesn't say much, really, but she might be squeezing out some of the Hosheb goo. Where is it going? Dar almost pictures squeezing out a sponge.
It honestly feels pretty nice! It's making Dar even sort of trill pleasantly. It's a weird sensation; his low swinging balls ache, and his former shaft hurts all the time too, throbbing and feeling swollen to near bursting ... and in-between there is a sudden, soft, pleasurable sensation. "Pleath keepth doing dat," Dar whimpers softly.
Dar feels.. not quite a release, but it's intense. Things are getting flushed out to somewhere. Does it balance having his teeth moved to his jawline? Probably not.
The release is surprising, it feels good and it almost feels like normal, except nothing comes out from its usual place. He trills and arches, shivering as he drools blood while panting. And pressure inside there feels less than it has been in ages. Since he arrived, really. "Thankths," he burbles.
"Woo, messy!" the fairy claims. "Well.. I need to get going. Lots of teeth out there, after all. I'll see you again though, you can bet your teeth on it!"
"Bye," Dar lisps, "Will be nith to see you again." He's got to be basking in the weird afterglow of that to be saying something like that to the creature that relocated half his teeth!
The afterglow is interrupted by a familiar cold, sharp hand on his back. "The procedure was completed?" Hosheb asks.
"Yeth, it is done," Dar whimpers in lisp as he's reminded how much his jaw hurts, both inside and on the back. "The moved half mah teeth, can't speath well," he says.
"Good," Hosheb clacks, and the feeding tube penetrates Dar. It undoes any lingering feelings of pleasure, as it it neither gentle or soft.
The pleasure was short-lived. Very short. The sharp pain lances into that gland, and then the sensation of flow. Pressure builds again, and Dar whimpers in pain. And it keeps building, and building, going past where it was; possibly as punishment for enjoying what the 'fairy' did. The pressure pushes outward, funneling some down until his scrotum swells out before it starts oozing through it's 'vent', and then up unto the other ruined flesh as it stretches and stains bloating out and oozing through all its fissures. He's certain the demon is pushing him to a new 'limit' and damage things more internally, since Gorphat all about told him all he would know is suffering. So, as he's pushed, filled, and damaged even more, the poor mutilated bad sobs.