After getting her new hairdo, Alptraum feels the teenage need to show it off. Stepping outside of Spot Clips, she notices the loitering teens back towards the bordello, and on the opposite side a Vartan in tight leather pants that seems to be standing sentry over a pile of clothes just outside of the alley were the music is coming from. It has a beat that could best be described as throbbing.
Alptraum stretches. Mmph. She feels good. Getting a trim and then getting filled really 'hit the spot' so to speak. Or rubbed the right spot. It's also left her feeling a bit tingly and engorged down below, but that's now a familiar sensation whenever female these days. So, she's used to it! And her own scent, so she may not be as aware of her own muskiness. And a vartan in tight leather isn't helping, but it is drawing her attention, so soon she's heading right towards him.
The Vartan eyes the approaching girl. Possibly because her top was not made to handle stretching her breasts are on the verge of popping out, or possibly because of the shiny jewelry. "You here for the Grind?" he asks before she can get a peek into the alley.
"Might be! Only just heard of it," the bat quips. "Whats going on in there? And what's with the pile of clothing?"
The Vartan stares at her for a moment. "Not know what a Grind is?"
"Not particularly. Sounds like music t' me," Alptraum quips. "So, likely a party, eh?"
"Dance party," the Vartan explains. "Very dense. Everyone up against each other. Get's hot. Clothes would get ruined."
Alptraum slips her thumb under her shirt and pulls up. Her chest pops out quickly and bounces cutely, complete with the adorned nipples standing at attention. "And these wouldn't be too distracting?" she actually coos, teasing. She knows very well that for an Eeee, she's got impressive ... assets, and is quite proud of them.
"Not hiding weapons in skirt?" the Vartan asks.
Alptraum slips her shirt the rest of the way off, then moves onto her skirt. Her hips make it a small struggle to slip out off, but then she's all on sparkly display; especially her 'heavily decorated' gate. "This body is a weapon all its own," she coos. "No?"
The Vartan chuffs in appreciation of the chain-work down there. "Good style, try not to get caught on anyone," the big bird says, and gestures with his thumb, saying, "You can go in now."
Alptraum tosses her clothing into the pile. She taps the snug collar on her neck before asking, "This off too, or ...?"
"Naw, that fine, not gonna shake loose," the Vartan says after giving the lock a look.
Alptraum sashays past him then, and boy do her hips roll as she does so. True enough it's not going to shake off; its solid-core and snug to her neck after all. Just barely on the edge of 'not choking' her. On an older Eeee, it might choke a bit, but that might have been the point of it given where she found it. But for her, it fits perfectly.
The alley is filled with a mass of dancers, all wiggling and jumping and waving limbs in the air and grinding up against one another.. and also doing more than grinding in a lot of cases, almost as if it's an orgy where everyone is standing up. At the far end is the band on an raised platform, consisting of a Jupani girl singer (howler?), a Vykarin drummer (and those drums are huge) and a few Eeee on other instruments that can't be heard at this edge. Alptraum is soon pulled into the fray by a big, well-endowed and aroused Eeee lad with fur as black as her own, and a lot of facial jewelry.
At least this sort of thing doesn't require any sort of skill at dancing! Not really what you can call music, either! Not that she can focus long as soon she's pressed up against that Eeee. She grins wide, and comments, "Love the face work. Gotta point me to your artist sometime.", right before she leans in and licks the side of his face, and is quite shamelessly rubbing on him.
The boy responds by groping her chest. "Hey, you've got boobs like a Srkeek girl, nice!" he comments, as he squirms against her. "And the nose chain is pure shine, gotta tell me where you got that done. And.. you got stuff down below from the feel of it."
"Most of my work is down there," she quips, grinning, as she presses her chest into those hands. "Think I should get more done to my face?" she asks and wiggles her be-ringed and chained nose. "Lots of it was just done up the way at Slaves to Art."
"Heard of that place!" the boy says, and considers. "I've see some with bar through the bridge, and lots you can do with eyebrows.. got your tongue done yet?"
Alptraum pokes out her tongue, complete with three studs down the center, and almost an inch split at the tip! "Yup," she quips, grinning. "Makes for fun times when I've got my mouth wrapped around someone, ya know?"
"Wicked!" the boy claims, and gets his hands around Alptraum's hips to lift her up so he can suck at one of her pierces nipples. She's not as light as a Babelite Eeee, but he manages without dropping her or stopping his dance.
Alptraum is surprised by this! And arches into that.! One of the best things about having those is when someone's suckling on them. She even balances herself better by putting her arms om his shoulders.
There several other elevated girls nearby, including a cackling Skreek she recognizes from Inala's Paradise. She finds herself being lowered slightly and angled back, so the boy can still suck on her while getting inside of her. He thrusts in time to the beat of the music.
Were she thinking clearly, she'd know this was a bad idea; a way to catch something, or worse. But eh, hard to think about that when you're young. So, she does arch back, a significant curve in her spine as she's entered. Second time today, in fact! Already aroused, and drippy-slick, so he's inside easily enough and gets to learn she wasn't kidding about how much work she had down there.
Arched back, she's nearly eye-to-eye with a Skreek boy, who winks and nibbles on her ears. Her current partner is clearly not used to things feeling like that and ends up popping after only a dozen or so beats. But then he was pretty worked up beforehand. "Augh, uh, sorry!" he apologizes.. before suckling a bit more.
Alptraum laughs! And she ends up working on that poor boy with some amazing muscle control in order to get him worked up again! Then she's soon reaching back and ends up snogging the skreek boy while bent back, face to face with him!
The lad does recover quickly from the massage, and is soon working his hips again.. maybe a bit faster than the beat this time. Like he's not even dancing at all. The upside-down snog with the Skreek lasts a bit, despite the jostling. He even rubs Alptraum's shoulders.
Apparently, she's enjoying rat-kissing, as she's in no hurry to break it once she's got it going! The guy inside her isn't ignored, either; she's got impressive control in this body (Unlike Scourge), and can really work him, and sometimes even control his pace. Orgy, indeed. Not that she cares at the moment.
The Eeee lad is really putting his back into it now, and the rat uses one hand to gesture that Alptraum should let go of the bat's shoulders.
Alptraum lets go, then! Faith they'll keep her up. Her legs are also, at this point, wrapped around the Eeee anyway!
The rat has his hands under her shoulders, and breaks the kiss to lower her down until she's pretty much horizontal, with his Skreeky shaft now against her cheek.
Well, that might just be a request! And once she soon answers with a studded and forked tongue. It wraps skreek, and then soon skreek is in her mouth and her nose pressed up close. Now all she can smell is young rat. Not a bad scent, though, makes her head swim a bit.
The rat lets the Eeee handle the thrusting, driving Alptraum nose into the Skreek's scrotum over and over, while the rat tries to just stay still.. but does finally get the rhythm so he's pushing forward when the Eeee draws back so that Alptraum isn't getting hit from both ends at the same time.
If she were thinking about it, she might feel a bit weirded out by what she's doing. But right now, not much thinking, she's just enjoying the sensations on both ends, and even the scent and taste of the rat. Her arms are back and she's even fondling over the rat's thighs and butt. Also breathing when she can, aka when the rat doesn't have himself pressed against her nose.
The rat isn't being as over-stimulated as the Eeee is, who pops a second time with a groan, only to seen be replaced by someone else as extra hands pry open Alptraum's legs. She can't see who has her legs, but her new partner feels like an Eeee again. One that is more willing to stick with the rhythm this time. Extra hands start squeezing her breasts as well, so she's pretty much surrounded.
Alptraum's focus is on the rat at the moment for whatever reason. Perhaps so she doesn't accidentally bite down. She is exhibiting some impressive tongue-wrapping and work on him. The switch out down below makes her shiver, and soon she's filled again. Being aroused as she is, it feels nice, and being filled feels better than not, so she's wrapped her legs around the new person soon enough!
She can't tell who's squeezing and sucking on her breasts right now, but they're probably Skreeks. And it does take a lot of focus not to bite since her new partner thrusts pretty hard. She can feel the Skreek's pulse though, and knows he's not going to last much longer from the feel of his scrotum against her nose. He's also chittering, something felt more than heard.
Alptraum's grip on the rat's backside tightens a bit and she pulls him close, nose pressed to scrotum to try and keep the mess, well, from spilling outside since it's about to happen! So she's now really having to use her tongue since he's not able to pull away so much anymore. The squeezing and nursing feels lovely. It's utter debauchery right now, and it's probably good she's not thinking too much on it. It's also telling that perhaps what is happening to Dar is a good counter to all of this, extremes of debauchery, then extremes of the worst possible results.
The rat shudders and fountains as expected, his tail drooping and brushing the backs of Alptraum's hands afterwards. And some is already trying to take his place from the feel of it, as new hands are slipping underneath her shoulders from one side.
Alptraum is glad she kept him close, no mess leaks. Just, best not to think about where it went instead. Soon she's blinking too as she feels new hands, and tries to get a look as to who is trying to ease themselves in.
In this case, the new head-end partner isn't trying to press into her mouth.. because it's another girl, although she has the same hormonal scent that Alptraum has. She's dark brown with a lighter underside from what Alptraum can actually see from this angle.
Well, since the new person isn't trying to press into her mouth, she has to do that instead. So, that forked and studded tongue is soon pushing up into the new Eeee as she plants a firm kiss upon that Eeee's gate. The scent, too, makes her head swim even more. As does the taste, as she proceeds to try and lick that Eeee from the inside out.
The studs work well in this case too, given how the Eeee girl squirms! She outlasts the one at the other end though, who eventually fountains while the other one just keeps shuddering through her climaxes. Then Alptraum's legs are held open a Skreek takes over. He's an eager one too, thrusting rapidly from the start.
Alptraum knows how to use that tongue to great effect, too. Mave trained her, after all, and many weeks of tending to her every single night, or else ... and you learn things. She doesn't see her other companion, but the feel of the shape gives away skreek. This is fine! She's soon gripping on him with her legs and once more working her muscles in tandem with her tongue.
The girl she tends to eventually can't take anymore, and taps out so another can take her place. A girl again, this time a Skreek. She has a very distinctive scent, and clearly been with a male recently. With each change for dance partner, Alptraum is moving deeper and deeper into the throng.
Alptraum pauses briefly, mixed scents, which means she'll be getting both male and female if she delves into her. There's just a bit of hesitation before teenage brain kicks in, along with the hormonal issue, and she's back into a deep kiss, a very deep kiss, and enveloped in rat-scent. Nevermind the scents between her own legs are likely mixed, and heavy. The insides of her thighs at this point are matted and slick, too. IF she walks away unscathed, it'll be a miracle! Though given her shadow sand other aspects, she more or less is a walking one. But still, there's always a twinge of fear.
Fear and excitement are nearly interchangeable when hormones are in control. The Skreek girl is a lot more animated and active than the Eeee was, at times trying to get Alptraum nose up into her. The Skreek at the other end is also enjoying himself immensely - maybe Alptraum is his first Eeee? He plays with her rings and chains, often tugging on the latter to see what sort of response it gets from Alptraum.
Alptraum actually angles herself and does even get her nose up into the skreek sometimes! The scent then is overwhelming and even makes her eyes blur and tear up. The tugging also gets her attention, and elicits all sorts of squirming, jerks, and internal muscle clenching. Wow, can she grip tight; it's a good thing she's slick inside and none of them have tried the other entrance.
The reactions keep the Skreek tugging and thrusting and moaning, although it's hard to hear over the beat. He has his free hand squeezing one butt cheek as well, until he realizes he can be using both hands by having his tail do the tugging! The other rat's tail has wrapped itself loosely around Alptraum's neck, and extra hands have to come and help support Alptraum when the Skreek's grip begins to slip. It's all a group effort after all! And the Skreek musk really fills Alptraum's nostrils now.
And for whatever reason, the bad is inhaling deep that skreek musk; and it's rather overwhelming, and she's keeping her nose inside the skreek more and more. She's more lost in the sensations of being held, tormented, tugged, entered, taken, and taking. And what's one more thing wrapped around her neck, she's wearing that snug collar already after all. Her own arms are more limp at this point, though her legs wrap about whomever steps in to pass through her gate.
There are more partners, leaving both her face and loins damp, until she finally reaches the end: the stage. Her she's laid back, getting a good view of the band above her. The Jupani singer isn't wearing any underwear beneath her skirt. One of the Eeee is violently playing some sort of heavy-duty lute, and the other Eeee has bagpipes. The bongo-playing Vykarin must be having problems with heat, except that it's relatively cool at this end of the alley. Alptraum's legs are in the air, and the Eeee thrusting into her has her breasts in a firm grip as he wheezes. He doesn't look like a particularly robust fellow, so probably comes from a well-off family so that he doesn't have to work. He's got something like a net between his ears, with little baubles hung from the strands. They run through small grommets in the ears proper, and it makes it seem like he can't really turn them anywhere but straight ahead.
It's all a bit of a blur before she realizes where she is. And she's an absolute mess. She's covered in dozens of different scents at this point, and her mouth is coated in a dozen different flavors. Her entire head and face is slick-wet, as his her hips down to her knees. Even in this state, she's still somehow enjoying it and even with the likely rich-Eeee going at her as he is. She even appreciates his ear decorations! Might mess up hearing a lot, but she suspects he doesn't fly much anyway. She also finally wonders 'What am I doing?!'
The boy shudders and spasms, then falls forward across Alptraum, the net nearly catching her nose. It's got little charms shaped like insects 'caught' in it.
Alptraum ooph! She holds really still in order to not yank it out (though hopefully the grommets prevent that too). She feels a right, nasty, mess. Also, glorious. And more disturbingly, oddly full as if she had a massive 'meal'. Best not to think too much on that one.
This time the boy isn't pulled away and replaced. Maybe everyone's already had their turn! He finally rises up enough to give Alptraum a kiss though, even if it's a deep one. "Hi, I'm Spider," he tells her. "Or sometimes Bug, if there's another Spider around."
Alptraum snortlaughs. "Revy," she finally introduces herself as. Seems a fitting name, and she actually knew someone who had a name like that as a kid. "Ugh, first time here and I think I was with everyone," she complains a bit. "Issat normal?"
"Nah," Spider claims. "All the guys would be dead if they had to go through every girl. But you're cute and have amazing boobs, plus you're wearing a collar. That means we can do whatever we want to you, y'know?"
Revy smirks. "Does it? Had no idea that would be taken as such, heh," she comments as she takes a moment to catch her breath. "I just wore it for fun."
"Well, did you have fun?" Spider asks.
"Oh yah, big time," Revy coos out. "Best mess I've ever had."
"That's good," Spider says, grinning. "So who's your Master or Mistress? They here too?"
"Eh? I dun have one?" Revy says, sounding actually a bit confused by the question. Do the really think she's property?
This seems to surprise Spider. "So, you aren't actually part of the scene?" he asks.
"Uh, no, not really. I mean, who would want me, anyway?" Revy jokes with a rather embarrassed sort of grin. "I wouldn't even know how to join."
"Wow, you really did just put that collar on for fun then?" the boy asks. "Where'd you even find it?"
"Eh, I forget where I got it," she admits. "Are there actually people here who put these on people for real?"
"It's like a game," the boy says. "A kinky game! You gotta do what your Master says, but.. you're kinda also in control at the same time."
Revy huhs. "So, you got one, then? I don't see a collar on you!" she teases. "And I suppose since I already have one on, no one would try and grab me, eh?"
"Well, I'm more the Master type," Spider claims. "But if you're unclaimed.."
Revy snickers more. "You don't seem that sort," she admits. "I mean, your ear work kinda limits you doesn't it? Seems like something you'd have been made to get."
"You'd be surprised how many big, strong people choose the collar over the leash," Spider says. "It's usually just on Slave per Master, but sometimes it's multiples."
"Weird. So you got one, then?" Revy inquires.
"A few, and one real one," Spider boasts.
"Real one?" Revy asks, and arches her brow.
"Y'know.. a Savanite," Spider says. "I let him play with my other Slaves of course. They usually like things like that."
Revy blinks. "Didn't think that was actually allowed anymore," she admits. "An ya, I was right, yer from a well-off family, hah."
"Merchant family," Spider claims. "So not nobles, but doing alright."
"Aaaah," Revy claims. "Well, gotta admit a spotty can be a great companion. Fond of em. Guess the makeup kinda gives that away."
"Well, lots of Slaves make themselves up like that," Spider claims. "And won't talk, even. Lots of girls mostly. I mean.. Savanite men are tall and brawny compared to Eeee guys!"
"Hah! Were ya expecting me to not talk, then?" Revy laughs. "Like I said, I just came here on a whim, so ... dunno the rules. And ... so ya been with a guy too, eh?"
"No, but I like to watch Shade with the girls," Spider says, grinning again. "You want to meet him?" he asks, a bit teasingly.
Revy smirks. "Would you think less of me if I said yes?" she teases. "You're not trying to .. claim me, are you?"
"Well, that depends," Spider says. "I mean, you gotta wash up first. You might be stuck to the stage!"
"Not sure there is any place to clean up here," Revy points out. And he's not wrong, she's kinda ... gross.
"I got a place nearby," Spider offers. "Hot water, too."
"And you're not planning something sneaky, riiiight?" Revy inquires, and even squints one of her eyes for emphasis. "What's it gonna cost me?"
"Your time, I guess," Spider says. Then offers, "Oh, and probably a sensual sponge-bath."
Revy snickers. "Well, will need to grab my clothing on the way out, I guess," she admits, then realizes she might want to check to see if she still has her key and coin! Though she can't check right now.
"Oh, yeah, you probably had clothes," Spider realizes. "Not sure you'd want to put them back on before washing up, but.. we can probably wash them too."
"Yeah, no, not putting them back on like this. I'm drippings with goo," Revy complains and shakes her arms for emphasis. "What, is it odd to have clothes?"
"Not really, it's just easy to forget they exist if you spend enough time in a Grind," Spider says, and laughs.
"Well, should we go, or keeping going here till people pass out?" Revy jokes.
"We should go, it's starting to get a bit ripe, y'know?" the boy says, and gets back upright so he can offer Revy a hand up.
Ripe? Revy smells like a walking brothel at this point. Admittedly all she can smell right now is skreek, though. She accepts the hand up and ends up back on her feet, and making squishy and squelching sounds. And she leaks, a lot.
It's tricky trying to stand again. Her legs have been in a lot of positions over the last hour or so, but none of them where standing. Her hips feel sore. But Spider is pulling her towards one of the alley walls before she can deal with it.
There's a bit of wobble and bow-legged walking. It oddly feels a bit 'Scourge'ish' in soreness and stiffness, but she somehow manages to make it to the wall to steady herself. She also idly rubs her chest, while checking to see if she still has the collar key and any of her coin hidden away.
Amazingly things haven't been shaken loose from her pouches, which tend to seal tightly. If she'd been constantly bounced up and down it might have been an issue, but she was kept safely horizontal. Which she's also now feeling in her back. It's easier to move through the throng along the wall, only occasionally having to go around a couple copulating against it.. or in one case being held upside down against it. It still takes minutes to traverse the length of the alley to the Vartan.
She uses the time to stretch herself out and try to get stiff muscles to loosen up some. She also tends to leave a bit of a trail, and worse, she can feel it as she oozes out. Also with the sight of green hair in the corner of one eye, and she really has some odd flashbacks. Even the arm tingling is reminiscent of recent events.
"Only take what you came in with," the Vartan warns. "I got a good memory."
"Yeah yeah," Revy says as she bends over and her back complains. She only had the one shirt and skirt, and after a bit of digging, she manages to find them. She thinks, anyway, and double-checks ... but doesn't put it on.
Spider pulls out something.. well, unusual. It's a codpiece and belt, and the codpiece is fashioned to look like a leather spider clinging to his groin via straps.
Revy blinks. And boy, is she not trying to laugh. That's trying a bit too hard, she thinks. So, she looks anywhere but there. "Ugh, I stink," she finally realizes.
Spider takes some time adjusting his codpiece, and says, "Nobody ever tries to rob you if you wear something like this." It's somewhat of a justification, perhaps. He then starts to lead Revy further down the arcade, then into another alley. This one has some lamps and doors scattered along its length.. as well boxes and sacks of garbage.
"Don't want to take yer weirdo conquests home, eh?" Revy jokes, grinning. "Not like anyone would approve of me."
"Parents have an image to uphold, so I have my own place," Spider says. The get to a door, which he knocks on in a pattern. It opens a crack, then all the way. A lot of pink light and smoke billows out when it does. Spider steps inside without a word.
Revy rolls her eyes a bit, and follows after! She can imagine his parents are a bit ... dismayed at their son. But he's still young and having fun, and at this age, fun is more important as her own body tends to attest to.
The inside room is.. something like an Abu Dhabian style, in that it's looks a bit like a tent because of the suspended strands of Zolk hanging from the center of the ceiling to the middle of the walls, but it's actually another web motif. The pink light is coming from tinted glass lanterns, and the floor is mostly randomly strewn pillows. A few other girls are there, wearing Zolk collars and sharing a hookah. Three Eeee and one Skreek, all wearing just their collars. There is a bar of sorts, covered in bottles, and closed doors to two other rooms. Holding the door open is a tall Savanite with a odd markings that connect the spots on his head into a vaguely Vermite pattern. They don't look fake, either.
Revy pauses. This is actually ... oddly creepy, and feels somehow a bit .. off? Still, she shakes her head a bit and figures it's just a kid being weird. "Hi," she says and waves to the other girls, then to the savanite. At least it seems their collars are just for play, so it can't be bad; hers is the only actual modified one that was real that she can tell. So, yeah, kids having fun it seems!
The Savanite's collar is real, and has a little bug charm on its lock. He raises an eyebrow when he spots Revy's collar. "Hey everyone, this is Revy," Spider introduces her. "She's here to get cleaned up, for now." The four girls sort of acknowledge her presence, as they don't seem to be quite aware of things. They must be smoking something that clouds their heads as much as the air.
Revy mms, they're drugged. Well, not that surprising really. She shrugs her shoulders a bit to the Savanite. "He offered me a bath after filling me at the Grind," she claims, lamely.
That seems to be all the Savanite needs to hear, as he takes Revy's hand and starts pulling towards one of the doors.
Revy follows the pull. She's still flicking her ears and looking about, feeling slightly uneasy ... but she may just be paranoid. So, along she goes!
One of the rooms is a bathroom, of sorts. It's got a wooden washtub, suitable for laundry, a ceramic oven with a kettle and a tap for water. There are also cleaning supplies like soap and towels and a fancy sponge. The Savanite picks Revy up and sets into the tub.
"Collar off?" Revy inquires, right after squeaking as she's put in the tub without even asking, or being polite about it!
The big cat leans in and sniffs the collar, then shakes his head. He then goes about filling a basin with tap water, then adding in some from the kettle until is was a temperature to his liking. In goes the sponge, before he turns back to Revy holding it in one hand. There's just a candle for light, and it's on the floor, making the cat look bigger and oddly shadowed.
Revy watches the prep, brow arched a bit. Good looking fellow, really, but then most savanites she tends to like. She fidgets a bit as the tub is filled, and temperature adjusted. "I know your language," she also signs, in case it would be easier for him to communicate that way. Then she sort of spreads her arms and legs since it seems like he intends to wash her.
He actually starts with her face. Specifically her muzzle, stroking it with the sponge in a way that avoids messing up her tear-streak makeup. He doesn't reply to the signing, but he does purr. He even brushes aside the green strands of hair hiding half of her face so he does get that wet either.
Revy relaxes a bit. Purring is relaxing, which is helpful. So, the tension in her face eases some, as does much of her body. Her body still aches, though. Boy did she overdo it at that weird party, she still feels full too, speaking to just how much she, er, consumed. Oof.
Once her muzzle has been wiped clean of any lingering or dried fluids, the big cat leans in to lick it further, almost like brushing it with a fine comb.
Revy okays, this is kind of really nice. She relaxes even more and even closes her eyes. Ears too, droop. No more nervous twitch-listening.
She also gets a few licks at her throat as the man kneels down to work on her legs, working up from her calves.
Revy mimics her own sort of purr, and shuffles her legs a bit wider to make cleaning easier. She can still feel leakage running down the insides of her thighs, ugh. How many men actually fountained in her tonight?!
This doesn't go unnoticed, and the Savanite pauses to get a waterskin, which he fills from the basin. He then turns back and boldy gives Revy a good douching with it.
Well, that makes for some squeaking! It's a lot more of a flood than usual, but at least it's warm? It also soothes things a bit, though she's still rather hyper-aroused down there; engorged and prominent along with sparkly. But at least she won't reek so much, just of herself.
After the deluge, the man picks up the sponge and goes back to washing Revy's legs, working from the bottom up. Her lower hips are also sticky and need attention.
Revy breathes out. She has to admit, it feels lovely having someone bathe her so gently. "You're very good at that," she murmurs.
There's no reply from the Cheetah, other than the continuous purring. Being cleaning between her legs is pretty stimulating, as if things weren't already stimulated enough. But he doesn't linger there, as nice as it would be. He makes sure there's nothing stuck in her rings or chains, and begins on her hips.
There's some occasional twitches and gasps when he's working on her decorations and such, and a pang of disappointment when he moves on from it, alas! But .. focus! It's good for her to be able to focus and not get lost in things again. She thinks this place is safe, but ... she just met this guy.
After the sponging is done, the towel is applied. It's very gentle how the slave dries her off, using a soft touch as if trying to soak up the water before doing any fluffing.
Revy moves as directed, and is slow and careful of her movements. Her eyes are also slightly closed, but she's still admiring the savanite as he works. It's making her tingle again, so she has to look away, or think of other things at times. Even think paranoid so she doesn't get too randy again.
Last to be dried is her muzzle, and he does grip it and sort of wiggle it around playfully with the towel.
That ends up making her giggle a bit, and she tries to lick his hand whenever it gets close.
He grins at the hand-licking, and pulls the towel away to look her over. The then sets the towel and gestures for her step out of the tub and onto the towel.
Revy carefully steps out, using her footclaws to anchor her as she steps, and muscles complain. She hurts in places she forgot she has muscles. "I owe you," she admits, "I was a rank mess. They did a number on me, and in me, at that weird dance thing."
The Savanite is down on his knees and drying off Revy's feet. Once done, he stands up, and gestures for Revy to kneel down on the towel.
Revy reaches up and touches her collar, then lowers herself down and kneels on the towel. She's wearing this thing, she should try to play the role, right?
The Savanite removes his loincloth, and gestures to what's exposed.
Revy blinks. She was not really expecting that request! Her ears heat up and soon she's already leaning in. First inhaling his scent, and then soon licking the savanite. She places her hands on his hips and leaves them there. As for what's between them, that she solely uses her muzzle and tongue to taste, direct, and carefully draw into her mouth.
It twitches, and the Savanite seems to approve, because he scratches behind her ears.
Memories of the Grind come back as she remembers at least half a dozen or more different guys she had in her mouth; mostly skreeks and Eeee. So, he's a bit different. Ears are also hot and she shifts a bit, actually getting more tingly doing this. Or is it the thought? The fact she's in a collar playing a role? Something? Regardless of feeling a bit embarrassed about it, she doesn't drop. Instead, she's gentle and detailed about how she licks and works over the Savanite. Much tongue coiling, squeezing, and even swallowing so that her nose is pressed right up against him. Her ears even perk as she listens to him, his breathing, and even heartbeat and uses it to guide her 'work'.
She can definitely hear his heartbeat go up, and feel his pulse against her tongue. He of course remains silent except for the purring, and the only other feedback Revy gets is from the scratching behind her ears. One other clue though, perhaps, is that she can see his tail swishing back and forth at the edge of her vision.
Revy continues on and as time passes it's almost meditative as she tends to the savanite. She often keeps herself pressed close, and all of him held in her maw. Much playful nursing and drawing too. Her eyelids even droop a bit as she replaces into it, her focus now completely on him so that she can 'guide' him into finding his own pleasure. She's really enjoying herself at the moment, she even realizes ... 'serving' this man this way.
He's a bit slow to rise, but once he does he taps Revy on the head to get her attention.
Revy blinks and looks up. Her muzzle is still occupied, of course.
The Savanite holds his hand down and spins his finger, indicating that Revy should turn around, and then points down with all four fingers. Get on hands and knees?
Revy blinks again and draws off him. She bites her lower lip and then turns around and drops herself down onto her hands, and lifts her backside up. Then she lowers her front down so that she's mostly backside-up and on display, with her legs spread. Right now she can hear her own heart pounding! Is he actually going to ...
Yes, he is. And quite roughly, as he grabs onto her hips drags her back a bit after he kneels down to plunges into her. He feels a lot bigger here than he did in her mouth!
And the sounds the Eeee makes are pleased moans and pitched chirps when he starts to just take her. The size and roughness only help, and she feels the collar-weight too, which adds to the weird feel of the whole thing. At this point she's letting him set the pace and his need; she's providing the warm spots and muscle clenching when he drives deep.
This actually elicits a sound from him, but it's really just a grunt. He does shift his grip from her hips to her shoulders those as he bends over a bit. This lets him go a bit faster. And bite at Revy's ears.
Revy's ears fold back. Eyes closed, jaw a bit slack. She's really panting and pushing back whenever he trusts in. She could get used to being treated like this. At least that's her thought in the moment. She could just hand over that key and ... mmph! Avoid those thoughts!
He changes his posture slightly, and grabs onto that long green hair and pulls it back as he switches to slower, deeper thrusts.
Revy's head arches back when he pulls. Lips draw back too and she even growls! Playfully, though, given she's not resisting him, she's actively pushing and clenching on him.
The man's free hand starts to spank her.. hip. From the side, as he's already 'spanking' her with his body. With the spanking and the pulling of her hair.. is he acting like he's on a racing Drokar?
It's really silly, and also oddly enjoyable! She ends up clenching down every time he strikes her out of pure reflex! There's also more growling from the held Eeee. Could she escape? Probably! But right now, she really does not want to! Is this some sort of weird test, maybe? To see if she's 'worth' something to try to add?
It may just be that the Savanite likes to dominate Eeee women. Or it's because of the collar. Is that why the Savanites at Spot Clips acted they way they did? Well, the collar AND the tear-spots probably.
Revy doesn't mind inspiring this. Savanite treating her roughly and using her? She's quite, well, enjoying it!
The man keeps going, and does growl back every so often, especially when Revy clenches down and makes her odd internal structure more acute. She does feel him spasm, and the warmth that comes from it, but it doesn't seem to change his ardor any. He just starts going at her a bit harder and faster. Now besides hair-pulling, he lightly rakes his claws along her spine, between her wings.
The rush of warmth triggers her and enjoyable waves roll, and she clenches a lot. She also ends up growling a lot. Nor does she try to stop him even once the warmth flow seems to stop. He keeps going, and she does too. The raking of claws makes her back actually shiver!
After the burst of effort, the Cheetah begins to gradually slow down. Eventually Revy's hair is released, but he doesn't stop her from keeping going on her own, so long as he's still aroused.
Revy does keep going for a bit longer with a lot of rolling clench to see if she can squeeze out another burst of warmth from the savanite before her back and hips give out. It's a weird sort of desire and compulsion that she wants to give him one more burst of pleasure.
The effort does pay off after a bit of work, causes a few more sudden thrusts from the Savanite before he pops again with a surprised chirp.
And Revy pushes back and clenches down before she finally stops. The warm rush makes her feel good too, all tingly. She even makes a sorta-purr noise as she basks. So. Worth. It. Eventually, she lowers her head down to rest her chin on the floor and just breathe. She's not pulling off him, though, nope. She's leaving it to him to decide when he's 'done'.
The Cheetah pulls out after a bit, then slaps Revy on the butt to let her know she can get up.
Revy spends another minute or two just recovering before she slowly gets back to her feet. She still aches all over, but does she feel good right now. Mmmm. "Thank you," she even signs.
The big man grunts, and puts his loincloth back on. He hands Revy the damp towel that was on the floor if she wants to wipe herself.
Revy does wipe herself up a bit, but she's taking some effort to not remove his scent. Nor does she try to flush herself out; she leaves his warmth within.
The slave opens the door, letting in the light and incense like fumes from the main room, and holds out his hand for Revy.
Revy accepts the hand and heads back into the main room, feeling quite relaxed now and less, well, worried. She waves again to the others.
Revy is led over to the ladies with the hookah, who invite her onto the cushions.
Revy settles herself down on the cushions and breathes out. She peers at the hookah a moment, and although she knows better, she takes up one of the stems and puts it between her lips. She inhales deep and the device burbles. Within a few seconds, her silvery iris dilate wide as whatever it is hits. Her body feels tingly and weak, and the ability to think about anything complex tends to just ... fade off. She settles back now as the calming effect rolls through her, and her mind goes a bit to a pleasant numb. It feels just ... lovely.