After the bards have gone, an attendant comes and releases Revy from the stock. Her throat is a little sore from having rested on the padding for so long. Once she's on her feet, she's offered a cup of juice. She can smell one of the big attendants there as well. She's starting to tell them apart by scent and aura now.
Revy takes the cup and downs it all in one long drink. Once the juice is gone she rubs a bit on her throat too, to soothe where it has been resting. The fact she can sort of tell them apart by scent is a little weird, she never paid too much attention before, but it's sure helping now. "Well, that was fun," she chirps.
The female that gave her the juice is checking her legs and arms for muscle strain. She chirps as she goes, either to indicate something or just because she feels like it.
Revy extends one leg and even wiggles her long toes a bit. She's trying to figure out if she's okay too! She doesn't feel too bad so far.
The bigger male comes in to check as well, but he's checking her neck, shoulders, back and butt. He also purrs deeply while doing it. He also makes clucking noises with his tongue when he doesn't like something.
"Eh?" Revy asks, "Is something wrong?" She cranes her head around, even though she can't see anything.
In reply, the bat is scooped up by the bigger Savanite so that she's cradled up against his chest, and is being carried to a different room.
And that elicits a surprised squeak from the bat! They could warn her better. On the plus side, she's pressed against a large savanite's chest, so ... yay?
She isn't carried far, and the new room smells strongly of oil and incense. She let down onto a padded surface, and then rolled over onto her belly. The incense is pretty relaxing.
Revy stretches out, arms, legs, and wings! Aaaaah! She also inhales deep as she lets herself turn into a puddle, figuratively speaking.
To aid in the melting, the big cat begins to massage her back and shoulders, avoiding her wings. His purring rises and falls, depending on what area he's working on.
Okay, this is luxury! She almost purrs herself, though sounds she makes tend to be higher pitched. Her muscles ripple and twitch a bit as she's worked on.
There may have been knots or stiffness before she came here, but it's all being worked out by the methodical thumbs of the Cheetah. He even works on her butt, which has been a bit stretched from the prolonged bent-over position. There's not much butt, since Revy is an Eeee, but there's enough to stand out compared to other bats.
Revy lifts said butt up a bit as he works on it. "Ooooooo," she croons out, too. Sure, she knows she's probably flashing the guy a bit too, but she doesn't care! That feels lovely and reminds her for an Eeee she even has nice somewhat wide hips.
The masseur digs his thumbs into those hips joints too, before working on her legs. The ends in a foot massage, which includes each long toe.
In which her toes tend to get pretty grabby. She can't help it, it's a bit of a reflex to grip their toes around things. She also ends up giggling a lot.
The giggling and grabbing causes the man to try and tickle her feet!
Which of course just causes more giggling! Also grabbing!
This goes on for a bit, but then he taps Revy on the shoulder, and chirps at her.
"Hmm?" Revy asks as she turns her head up and back a bit, ears wiggling.
There's a tug on the shoulder now, lifting it up. Maybe he wants her to roll onto her back.
So, Revy curls her wings in and sort of scoot-flips herself over. It's a bit more comfortable since she's not squishing her chest as much. Now she just feels the weight.
The attendant starts massaging her hands next. Despite the 'disguise', her right hand is still a bit numb compared to the left.
That's always a bit of a more sobering reminder that she's who she is instead of getting a bit lost in herself. Working her hands makes her fingers wiggle some, but they're less grabby than her feet.
Revy's upper arms get much the same treatment as her legs did. But then he's back down at her legs. This time he's lifting them and rotating the hip joint to make sure there isn't any pain.
Revy is pretty flexible, and Eeee tend to have strong legs. Other than some stiffness, she doesn't seem to be hurting so far...
Instead of laying her leg flat, he bends her knee a bit and then sets her ankle in a stirrup. This gets repeated for the other leg as well.
That makes her squeak a bit. Is this some sort of medical table?! Still, she's not being strapped in so far, and they've been nice, so she doesn't fight for now. She does feel a bit on display, though, especially since she knows how, er, sparkly she is down there.
Once things are lifted and separated, she is indeed on full display. Some warm oil is drizzled onto the exposed area and the massage continues there. It's been a very active area, after all, and the Savanite makes sure to massage inside as well.
Well now! Soon that's making Revy moan, not from discomfort, but that feels rather nice. Even being rubbed on the inside, which is both an odd sensation and a very welcome one.
This doesn't go on too long, and is followed by a cranking sound that splits the lower half of the table apart, further spreading out Revy. This gives the masseur easier access to Revy's torso, although she can feel that he's pretty aroused from how it rests against her recently oiled gate. Hopefully the oil won't damage the piercings! She actually gets a belly massage though, which is nice.
Revy figures the oil shouldn't hurt the metal. Though she also can't help but roll her hips a little when she feels something warm resting against her down there. The belly rub starts up a bit of giggling again, though, as she sucks in her tummy some.
Sucking in her tummy causes more tickling! Until the man gives up and starts massaging Revy's breasts.
"Oooooo," Revy croons, arching her back some to press her chest up into those hands. She's probably barely a handful to him, but it still feels good.
It's not like the other massages she's had, as this one seems to actually work on the ligaments and other connective tissues, and get through to the pectoral flight muscles underneath. It causes Revy's wings to twitch a bit.
The involuntary twitching feels weird. It's also impressive the savanite knows where the muscles are. This one must have, er, worked for or belonged to an Eeee before.
Still, those thoughts cause Revy to settle down some.
Once the girl seems to be most relaxed, the Savanite enters her. It's not fast, but the oil makes it easy. And he's definitely one of the bigger one. He does this while moving on to massage Revy's face.
That surprises her and causes her to tense, and clench, briefly. Soon, though, she's relaxing. It's an odd sort of comforting feeling to be, well, filled. The facial massage is a bit weird, and makes her wiggle her nosering some.
The man also massages around Revy's eyes, where things are surprisingly sore. He isn't moving his hips, just filling her for now and purring.
Revy winces a bit! She wasn't expecting her eyes to be sore. And now she's wondering why they are sore. Irritation from the binding? HE may not be moving, but her hips twitch roll now and then
The soreness is likely from reflexively trying to open them. Now the man is belly to belly as he strokes Revy's ears. And her hip wiggling, he starts to rock in and out as well. It's still sort of relaxing.
Though it does tend to make her squeak a bit now and then. She also tries to forcibly relax her eyes; it's not like they'll open anytime soon after all. The ear-stroking feels quite pleasant too, and makes her trill happily.
And then comes the kiss. Right on the lips! With tongue, and more of his body lying across her now.
Revy mmph! Not that she minds, even with the tongue being a bit rough. Jaws part and she entwines hers with his. Her hips tend to twitch more, too.
Things still go pretty slow, as if he's trying to give her a full body massage with his own body. Between kisses there is cheek, neck, throat and forehead grooming as well.
Revy doesn't feel the need, or urge, to hurry. Surprising given she's usually randy, but right now this is nice. She supposes the ones who work here get to use the ... merchandise too for fun.
The purring is strong enough to make Revy's breasts buzz. And he gradually speeds up his hips, but still goes as deep as he can, often pushing the bat's hips upwards at the deepest point.
Ooo, going deep feels lovely! It makes her make all sorts of fun, pleased sounds and be a bit more active and push back too. This is the life! Well, at the moment anyway. She ends up wrapping wing and arm around him too.
Now that he's trapped, the Savanite has no choice but to fight! This comes down to more kissing though, and a few sudden thrusts to punctuate his usual rhythm.
Well, it's not much of a fight, really. Not with the moans and squeaking that come out from under the wings. She's letting him control things, though.
The leather padding makes it's hard for her slide, so there's some actual friction to deal with there, especially and the Cheetah speeds up. Now Revy hears the familiar slapping sounds to go along with the occasional biting. She's definitely feeling warmed up now!
Not sliding is good, it means she can push back and even grind! And she does. She's also biting a bit here and there, along with her silly, squeaky, purr.
The oil makes it harder for her to 'grip' down there, but the Savanite probably doesn't notice at this point. He definitely not trying to relax or massage Revy anymore, and is speeding up his hips. And Cheetahs can get very fast with that.
Revy doesn't try to stop him. While it feels lovely for her too, she wants him to enjoy himself; that's the important part. If she enjoys it too, hey, bonus! So, she's building up too, and being filled my a large male, well, feels absolutely perfect right about now.
After a flurry of strokes, the Savanite suddenly goes back to his slow approach, probably trying to prolong things. But when he's slow, he pays more attention to other areas. This includes hunching over a bit to suckle on Revy's breasts.
"Unf," Revy grunts, and mutters to him, "You're going to make me never want to leave, you know." When he slows and suckles, though, she picks up her own pace and attempts at clenching.
He soon gets the message and moves to match Revy's rhythm, purring loudly and grooming her face again. It isn't long before he's overtaken her starting his full-on sprint once more.
That makes Revy sort of giggle-cackle as she gets overwhelmed with sensation. And soon, crashes over the cliffs of bliss when she suddenly peaks and the rush of delight and pleasure flows through her. She ends up squeaking a lot and hugging onto him.
The Savanite has a lot of stamina, and keeps things up even beyond Revy's peak, while she's still sensitive. At least for a few more minutes before he finds his own release.
That tends to keep Revy at her peak for a while! And when he finally does peak himself and things start to still, the poor bat is wheezing! She feels all warm and fuzzy right now. And full.
Her attendant props himself up on his elbows to give them both some breathing space (quite literally for Revy, since he was lying on top of her). Now that she sort of focus on other things, the Eeee notices the sounds of others in the room with them.
Her ears warm up too. Where they watching? She starts trying to make out who they are with the senses left to her, from sound to smell, to aura.
Over the incense there's a soapy smell. And the sound of water and.. is someone mopping the floor in here?
Given the messes these sort of activities make, she wouldn't be surprised. Soon she's rubbing over her own face though in embarrassment.
She has no way of knowing the relationship between the cleaning Savanite and her masseur. It probably isn't his mother. Or child! Or sibling? What would be embarrassing? Her Savanite pushes himself back to his feet, which means pulling out as well.
Revy makes both a squeak, and a wet, squelchy popping sound ... just from two different ends. Now she just feels mortified. "Who is in here?" she finally just asks.
There's obviously no reply, other than the cleaning sounds. Then the noises stop, and Revy feels a damp rag wiping her up down below.
That does not help the feeling of embarrassment! "Er, thanks," Revy manages out, lamely, while still spread-legged and on display.
There are some more sounds, which seem more about carrying the cleaning bucket out than anything else. This leaves Revy alone for a moment until another Savanite arrives. She also hear's a voice this time. "Go on, she won't bite you." It's definitely a male Eeee, older from the sound of it.
"Ah, hello?" Revy calls out, ears twitching. "And I don't bite, not unless I'm asked to."
There is some shuffling, and the Eeee says, "This is Hughie. He's just turned sixteen years old. My own son perished in the Boomer, and Hughie was his playmate, like a brother to him. So he is my son now."
Revy lifts one hand and wiggles a small wave. "Nice to meet you, Hughie," she chirps from where she's spread in a way that leaves little to the imagination. "And no worries, this place is safe, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"You can touch her," the Eeee encourages Hughie. And the boy does brush a hand along Revy's leg. It makes sense for Savanites to be more into legs than anything else.
Revy holds herself still so the boy can touch her all he wishes. "Haven't known many girls?" she inquires, "Well, it's not like we're that different from a boy. Especially Eeee." She grins impishly.
"I'll leave you to it," the Eeee says, and shuffles out. "Be gentle with him."
There is an alarmed chirp from the boy as his master leaves. There's probably a nice parlor somewhere in here that serves tea.
"Of course," Revy says and waves in the direction of that voice. She also then signs to the younger one, "Really, it's fine. You're safe here."
There's hesitation. She can feel the boy signing from the way the air pressure changes against her genitals, something Eeee usually rely on their wings for.
"Oh, yeah, I can't see you. You'll have to sign against my stomach so I can understand you," Revy replies in sign, since she can't see what he signed. And the sensation against her exposed genitals was really, really, weird.
The signs against her stomach are light, but Revy can make out 'your' and 'eyes' from it.
"My eyes are fine," Revy says and signs, "This was my request, it makes some people more comfortable around me."
There's a long pause. Then a single sign for 'hurts?' against her stomach.
Revy shakes her head. "Not at all, I'm fine," she replies.
Another pause, then another single-word question: Color?
"My eyes? Really light, sorta silvery. Why?" Revy inquires, her head tilting a little, with one ear askew.
"Pretty," is the sign, a little more legible now. "Why is your hair green?"
"Magic, because I wanted to do something different. Like it?" Revy inquires. She even shakes it to make the beads in it rattle.
"Never seen green hair," the boy signs. He probably isn't familiar with the Yodhgorphat. "What do I do? What do you like?"
"This is more about what you like. What do you want to do?" Revy inquires. "What are your urges?"
"I have a pillow," is the response. "Can I touch you anywhere?"
"You can indeed. And kiss, and lick, and explore all you like. I won't hurt you or try to stop you," Revy promises.
So Revy felt a very tentative groping of her chest. "Do you have children?" Hughie signs on her stomach.
"I do not. I'm not that old!" Revy chirps as she arches up to push her chest in those hands. Granted at her current physical age in Babel, children wouldn't be out of the question.
This causes the boy to use both hands, and be a bit bolder in his squeezing and squishing. And a tentative lick too. So he's leaning over Revy now, at least.
Revy coos a bit and arches up again to be encouraging. "There you go. See, I'm safe to touch," she murmurs at him.
"You can touch me too," the boy signs into Revy's belly. Probably asking for help, or because he's never had a responsive partner before.
Well, it'll help her learn about what he looks like at least. So, touch him she does, with light exploring touches all along his face, neck, and then torso. She even drags her fingertips between his legs, curiously.
He's not quite aroused yet, but that could be nerves. His purring is erratic. His features are.. well, there isn't a lot of variation among Savanites, with even surface mutations being minor. But he has shoulder-length hair from the feel of it! He's built lightly as well, not a laboring type.
"Relax," Revy tells him as she continues to caress him in various ways, including her tweaking one of his nipples playfully. "And if you really don't want to do anything, you don't have to. What is it you hope for?" she asks him.
"Becoming a man," he presses into Revy's belly. "I don't know how though."
"That doesn't require any of this. It's all in your attitude. But if you mean physically being with a woman, that I can help with," Revy says, "But you need to relax." She slips one hand down where she starts to, well, playfully fondle the young savanite.
The boy dances a bit on his feet and.. well, Savanites can't really giggle, but he barks a bit!
Which makes Revy giggle a bit too. And she keeps fondling, tugging, and stroking him down there! "Come out to play," she even sing-songs a bit.
He does come out! He's a teenager, and some things are irresistible. The potential problem is getting him too excited.
Revy takes a grip and holds him there until he calms down a bit more. "Remember, relax," she coos at him. And if he manages to, she uses her hand to guide that part of him to her well-decorated gate. Which by this point is probably back to being a bit drooly from being aroused. The downside of Inala's attention, constant sexual arousal, which means she's usually quite, er, wet and drippy in all female forms.
The boy chirps on entry. This is clearly new for him! He's not trying to sign on her stomach at this point.
Revy takes hold of his hips and pulls him inside her slowly and carefully. She also does not clench down to keep the stimulation at a minimum for the moment. "See? Nothing at all to worry about," she murmurs, "Relax, become part of me, and I of you."
There's some whining, which could mean anything, and one hand goes on Revy's breast. The other signs on to her belly, "Were you nervous your first time?" Which begs the question of which first time.
"Terrified," Revy admits. "It never goes how you expect. Best thing to learn, how to laugh at yourself." She holds him close and inside still for a bit. And then instead of moving, she uses muscular clench control and ripple to caress that part of him.
"Ugh!" Hughie gasps, clearly surprised, and switches his signing hand to also grasping a breath. He then starts to move his hips, first fast, then slow.
Revy slips one hand up and curls her fingers behind his neck, then pulls him down, nose to nose. "Relax, go with it," she murmurs, then kisses him. It's firm, probing, but not forcing. She won't force her tongue on him, only if he welcomes it.
He doesn't know how to use his tongue at first, but does figure it out. This comes with confident thrusts as well.. and squeezing of Revy's breasts.
Revy spends her time trying to guide him, direct his movements, and reward him with skilled clench and roll to give him surges of pleasure. It feels good to her too, and an odd sense of pride in what she's currently doing. This is making her feel a bit like a Yodhinala again, providing someone with their first, and one of their best, times.
The boy is panting hard now, and sometimes gulping in his breaths. He follows Revy's guidance most of the time, but also goes off the rails a few time, and nearly losing his footing at times.
"Calm," Revy whispers to him when he gets a bit off the rails at times. She also pauses during those moments to help him relax before she resumes. She's treating this moment as a sacred act of a sort, a giving at the altar of Inala, in it's own way, with her decorated gate being the altar.
The boy whines as if he were being scolded, rather than just given advice. But he does respond quickly, and goes slow until his breathing is regular again.
This goes on for a while, she's not about to make his first time to be fast and done with; she treats the first act with disturbing reverence. She manages to somehow drag it out for almost an hour, which is unheard of for a teenager! But eventually she quits dragging things out and really begins to work him and no longer tries to push him back to calm. It may be she's about to explode herself and can't take waiting any longer. Her lower modifications to tend to make things rather intense, especially the ring through the orb.
Once off the leash and feeling Revy's movements, Hughie follows his urges and moves faster. He doesn't take a lot more stimulation at this point, and shudders as he fountains.
And Revy adjusts her own angle and rides him for about thirty seconds more before she's soon rewarded with a shuddering rush of pleasure herself, making her spasm-ripple as she 'nurses' the savanite of his remaining fountain, then basks in the warm feeling.
Hughie is collapsed across Revy now, but at least isn't heavy. He is wheezing quite a bit though.
Revy pets along his back. "You did very good," she murmurs to him. "Welcome to now being a man, in this sense." She's feeling rather smug right now, too, and proud of her 'work'.
The boy mews in exhaustion. Hopefully he enjoyed it enough to not worry about it in the future. But he's purring pretty strongly.
Revy grins a little, and takes that purr as a good sign. She just continues to slowly pet his back while he recovers.
The boy purrs for some time, and isn't clear if he's actually awake or not. Someone must be checking in though, because one of the burlier attendants comes to collect him.
"I don't think I broke him," Revy chirps a bit smugly. She does let her grip on him go. Both grips.
The boy is magically levitated away.. or rather carried by a bigger, older Savanite. There's a pause, then one hand on her belly signs, "Should we check?"
"Nah, I'm sure he's fine," Revy replies and also signs, then shrugs a little.
That reply earns Revy a few pats on her belly, and then the attendant carries off the boy. The room is pretty quiet after that, although the Eeee starts to feel something change. There's a slight hiss that wasn't there before, which gets louder until it sounds a bit like a tea kettle. The air becomes warmer and more humid.
Revy wiggles her toes a bit where she sits. Her ears flick and quirk a bit at the odd hissing as she tries to locate the source of the hiss. She also pings the room, trying to map it out and figure out where it might be coming from.
There's a weird ceramic structure against the wall which is the source of the sound. It's not a stove, since Revy doesn't smell anything burning. The floor and walls though are tiled, which she hadn't noticed before. The bathing area might on the other side of the wall, since there are some barely heard sloshing sounds.
"Weird, is this some sort of steaming room?" Revy wonders. She sits for a bit longer, then carefully tries to lift her feet out of the stirrups.
It's not hard, and the table she's on isn't all that damp yet. Swinging them around to the side is pretty easy.
So Revy slips herself off the table for the moment, and goes about actually mapping the room out by sound, and actually locating the door. She doesn't know if it has a handle on this side, though.
The door is closed, but it's clear where it is since it's a different material than the walls. The floor is slightly slick, but not too slick to stand on yet.
Revy tries to reach the door and see if there is any handle upon it. Somehow she suspects not, as they've yet to put her in a room where she can get out, but you never know until you check!
No handle! Handles are a luxury apparently. The surface is lacquered wood to keep the door dry, and she doesn't feel any scratches on it.
"So, still a prisoner, still a slave," Revy quips, though she's grinning about it. She's not concerned. She continues about mapping the shape of the room and where things are before eventually heading back to the table and climbing back on it. She even puts her feet back in the stirrups and leaves herself 'on display'.
The room isn't that big. She also finds that the table has shelves under it, though they seem to be empty. It's gotten a lot hotter in the meantime though. Not uncomfortably hot, but approaching body temperature. And Eeee run hot as it is.
Revy, for the moment, relaxes in the warmth. She even reaches down between her own legs and explores herself through touch. Mostly, she discovers how puffy and drippy she is down there; everything engorged and sensitive. She even makes herself squeak a few time with her explorations and ends up biting her own lower lip to silence them.
The door opens almost silently, and someone enters. There aren't claw-clicks on the tiles this time though, and the door stays open for quite some time.
Revy's head perks up. "Hello?" she calls out, ears flicking. Her hand is still between her legs, embarrassingly.
There's no reply, but she feels a quick, somewhat cool lick against her fingers.
That makes Revy squeak even more and pull her hand away! "Okay, you probably know I can't see you," she says, "Who's there?"
There's still no reply. Once Revy has removed her fingers the licking resumes. It's definitely a forked tongue, and the tines are also exploring the rings.
Revy inhales and squirms a little. That feels kind of .. nice, so she's not pulling away, or trying to prevent that tongue's teasing exploration.
The Naga is very quiet. And probably big, based on the size of the tongue. And the length, once it starts exploring her internally. It still flicks though, so that the serpent can get her scent. It still goes deeper and deeper though, despite only being there for an instant at a time.
Each time that tongue dips in deep, she squeaks a little and shivers. She also tends to clench down a little during. She's both glad and disappointed of the size of the naga, as her mind is drifting to the idea of a naga crawling into her. The bat has spent too much time in Gorphat's temple; she's developed weird urges. Her scent is likely a mix of bat and cat at this point, given how many cats have been a part of her recently.
The exploring comes to an abrupt end.. at least there. Revy then feels hands feeling over her. At least four hands. Her toes get licked, while the appendages feel her legs.
Revy ends up giggling and wiggling her long toes. "Hey, that tickles," she replies, and squirms a bit. At least it's distracting her from missing the internal explorations.
The squirming seems to excite her silent partner, who starts feeling her hips and torso next, actually lifting her up a bit.
There's even more giggling and Revy reaches out to sort of feel the naga back. Or at least gauge size.
There's a lot to feel. The hands were not a good hint at all, once she finds the Naga's head. It's very big. It also turns to lick at her hands.
Revy pets on his head. Or hers! She can't tell. "Are you my next client?" she purrs at the naga.
The Naga still remains silent, and starts to explore her face with one pair of hands and its tongue while the other pair of hands plays with her breasts. It also opens its mouth and uses that to feel Revy's head.. without getting it completely into its mouth.
That makes Revy twitch a bit! The urge is to pull away, but that also might be, well ... rude? So, she forces herself to remain still while she's pseudo-swallowed. Well, at least part of her head. It helps other hands are working over her chest and such; good feelings help counter the urge to flee.
Soon Revy finds herself being lifted up off the table, until she's dangling upright. She can feel the muscles as she get pressed against the Naga. And also against her back, as she gets more and more surrounded by coils.
"Careful, we're fragile," Revy squeaks out, worriedly. A naga of that size could easily crush her. And at this point there's no way she can get away!
Having four arms allows for some pretty precise positioning. Soon Revy is sideways against the Naga, and feeling both hemipenes enter her. Not both in the same entry though: one for each.
Revy's body arches and she squeaks! She's soon having to try and relax, well, at least one of those entrances for him. And soon she's feeling more and more full, given the size of the naga. Squeaks slowly become moans.
The Naga makes a hissing sound, slightly different from the radiator. The arms provide plenty of support, as they move Revy up and down. She can also feel the end of his tail wrapping around one of her legs.
Revy's breathing becomes deep and a bit strained. It's a surge of really enjoyable sensations as well as discomfort since her backside is stretched uncomfortably wide. She's twitching and shivering, along with making a myriad of squeaky sounds as the serpent uses her like a living, well, toy.
One of the Naga's arms is under Revy's knees, lifting them up. Along with the others, she's pretty much suspended in the air atop the twin pillars. There's still a leftover hand for massaging her breasts, and the Naga's mouth must be above her head, because she can feel his breath. Is he gaping?
Revy knows some naga get a thrill by swallowing, or pseudo-swallowing prey. And right now she's very much that! She's pretty sure he won't actually hurt her, but there's still the fear that wells up anyway! Which of course makes her squirm even more, as well as randomly clench at his spires with both passages. Not actually being able to see this is making it exciting and actually revving up her drive too.
The squirming does encourage the Naga to.. lick Revy's ears. Maybe he's tasting them? She can feel his tiny teeth brush against them. No fangs though!
Revy's ears twitch and flick like mad! Those ears are sensitive!
The twitching causes the jaws to close more, and soon Revy's ears are entirely in his mouth. This also makes him increase the rate he's moving her up and down, getting deeper and deeper.. or else things are getting longer on their own.
This makes the bat arch her back more, and squeak a lot! She's also squirming. Or is it writhing? on those spires she's impaled on. It's insanely intense and somehow both enjoyable and painful at the same time. Her feet are even grabbing at the tail wrapped around one of her legs
The grabbing makes the tail twitch! And suddenly Revy's head is engulfed. Well, sideways engulfed, so her muzzle is still sticking out. She's also getting her closed eyes licked.
Revy goes mpph! Having her head entirely in that mouth is making her squirm even more! And with that sideways grab, uncomfortable! She's .. actually trying to tilt her head upward to try and get all of her head in that maw! She must be nuts.
The Naga turns twists his neck to make this possible, and soon has Revy's entire head in his mouth. It's rather dry, with the only moisture coming from his breath. He tightens his grip on her hips and stops bobbing her and starts thrusting. The double sensation is certainly intense.
If Revy is still squeaking, she can't be heard; her head is incased in a fleshy tunnel of a sort! With each hard thrust, she jerks and squirms; writhing in his clutches. Which is probably, well, a massive turn on to the serpent. She's also clenching and relaxing both passages on the serpent, trying to take him as deeply as her body can.
The breast groping hand switches to tickling her side. Probably because the sounds she makes would be stimulating.
That causes a whole lot of weird pinging and giggling from the captive bat. She's also getting a renewed appreciation for a naga partner. She's finding the doubly full sensation to her liking.
The pinging and giggling makes the Naga try to swallow her further, but is stopped by her shoulders. He also really starts moving his 'hips' faster.. which is unusual for a big Naga. They usually move more slowly. But the room is pretty hot now, so that may be helping.
The bat isn't trying to extract herself from his maw. She's actually wiggling herself up into it. Well, until she can't get any further. The rapid movement is making the bat twitch, clench, and shudder. And soon her world becomes awash in waves of pleasurable sensations as she suddenly, and massively, peaks.
She may also be getting a bit light-headed. It isn't clear if the Naga notices Revy's spasms, but he suddenly changes position. This time he lets the Eeee straddle him, and now has both peens inside her Gate at the same time. Which is.. stretchy.
Revy wraps her legs around the naga and starts to bounce herself and clench! Well, as much as she can with that much inside her, which isn't much. She's also got an insatiable urge that she needs him to peak inside her. Why? Might ne Inala messing with her, might be from lack of air.
Naga's are usually slow at that, but this one is clearly more energetic and excited. Maybe because Revy 'tastes' good due to all the noises she makes inside of his maw. And despite the doubled thickness of things, he still tries to pump the Eeee relatively quickly and deeply. But if she stays quiet for too long, Revy gets tickled again.
Quietness is not often! There is a lot of squeaking, pinging and wanton moaning. Soon as he thrusts she's pulling and bouncing. She's not sure how she's not damaged from this; so she can only assume Inala is helping out ... somehow.
There's a lot of pulling on the downstroke, Inala assistance or not. But the upthrusts are getting harder and harder, and the Naga's tail is thumping a bit against Revy's back.
Revy's probably had several peaks at this point, or it's been one very long one! She's pulling down hard when he pushes up hard. Each time she ends up almost howling out inside his maw, at a pitch that has to be making bones vibrate!
Finally, the Eeee feels the Naga release, which also involves him biting down a bit and squeezing her cheeks. He stops moving, just keeping in place for the moment.
Revy jerks and squirms like mad. She can feel the cool bloom inside her body, and quickly feels very, very, filled. As he holds still, she is twitch-writhing in random bursts. She's also very light-headed now as she can't breathe!
Despite the squirming, the Naga releases Revy's head. She suddenly feels cool as a result, despite the heat in the room.
And Revy starts gasping and gulping at the air. She also holds her lower belly, which feels a bit swollen and distended. She can't see it, so hopefully not as distended as Nicora tends to be.
She can feel things change as the Naga deflates inside. He also licks her hair with a dry tongue. At least he's comfortably cool in the heat of the room.
Revy is slowly sort of deflating too, now what she can breathe again. She's rather limp, the naga is keeping her upright. "That was fun", she wheezes.
Some time later, the limp Eeee is lifted up again and set back onto the massage table.
Revy goes limp onto the table and with shaky legs, lifts them back into the stirrups. If he pulls out, she probably leaks a lot, too, though she can't see it.
There's definitely a sense of something leaking. She also gets a kiss on the cheek. Then the big Naga can be heard moving around before knocking on the door, which opens to let him out. Instead of closing, someone enters and turns a valve on the radiator to stop the steam.
Revy reaches down with a shaky hand to check herself down there for damage, or being, well, over-stretched. "Hello?" she calls out to the other person in the room.
There's a grunt, and then Revy is scooped up once more. The purring makes it clear it's one of the Savanite attendants, and the Eeee is being carried off out of the room.
There's a squeak as she's lifted up, then she wraps her arms around his neck weakly for balance. "Well, hello to you too," she mutters, and buries her nose in his neck.
She's definitely being taken to a new room, because the table she's laid down on feels similar to the massage room table, but this room is cool. Another Savanite is there, and signs on Revy's belly, "Hurt anywhere?"
"I don't think so?" Revy says as well as signs. "He was big, but I somehow managed him. I ... think I'm okay down there. I can't see it, though."
There's a smell of alcohol, and some dabbing around Revy's collarbone. Something also gets inserted down below, and then there's a flush of warm water from it that flushes her out.
That elicits an arch and squeak as she's flushed out! It's not unpleasant, just really odd. She also rolls her shoulders. Was she cut?
After the flush, there some dabbing around the area to dry it off. Then some belly signing. "He is mute and deaf, so comes here often. Nobody has taken him inside before."
"I liked him. He was enjoyable," Revy says and signs. "I'd be with him regularly if he wanted it. He felt nice inside me." She relaxes and breathes as she's dabbed off. She must be okay down there as he's not signed anything.
"There is some trauma below," the Savanite signs into Revy's belly. "Are you hungry or thirsty?"
"How bad?" Revy asks as she reaches down to feel. "Could use something to drink. Not hungry yet."
Things feel a bit sore, but she doesn't smell any blood or any other fluid. There might be some bruising but she really can't tell from touch. "Fruit or vegetable or broth?" her nurse belly-signs.
Revy ponders. "Broth," she requests. And she's swollen there most of the time, so being swollen doesn't tell her much, either.
The first attendant leaves, with the nurse belly-signing, "We just use our hands on Rock-Crushing-Coils."
"I'm sure that works fine most of the time, but I think he enjoyed being inside me. At least it seemed like he did," Revy admits. "It was a challenge, but worth it."
"He can carry on two conversations at once," the Savanite belly-signs. "And he knows many jokes. He signs to others of our business."
"He didn't sign to me once, but it made it exciting," Revy admits. "I didn't know who I was with, and I felt like a toy. It was fun!" She giggles.
"He may not have thought to try your belly," the Savanite notes. The door opens and the smell of broth precedes the other attendant. The nurse helps Revy sit up before the mug is put into her hands.
Revy sits up and wraps her fingers around the mug when she can feel them. "Thank you," she says, then lifts it to her lips and drinks, slowly.
It isn't clear what sort of meat broth it is. Probably Rughrat or Hog. It's not too hot, and has some spices added. The others can't talk to her while she's drinking though.
Revy drinks it all down, though it takes a bit. Once she's done, she holds out the mug for them to collect. "Again, thank you," she says.
The mug is taken away. "Do you want to wash up?" is signed into the bat's belly.
Revy sniffs at herself and feels over herself to determine the condition of her body as best she can.
There's definitely been a lot of sweating, after all, and Revy smells the exertion she's been under. The humidity didn't help much either.
"Bleh," Revy remarks. "I should get cleaned up. I don't smell great."
So, she's scooped up once more! Presumably to be carried off to the baths.
"Whee!" goes Revy! And she hugs on the spots.
The playful tone is probably what gets her suddenly dropped into the warm water! But there are hands that grab her and keep her head above water at least.
There's a bit of flailing as she falls and splashes. She ends up giggling as she floats in water and hands. She's trying to tickle the ones holding her.
The bath isn't large enough for everyone to have lots of space, so the tickling turns into a multi-person tangle. Revy isn't sure how many others are actually involved though, but at least two.
There's a bit of a struggle before Revy calms herself down and tries to untangle herself so she can actually get clean.
Since she can't see, the others take it upon themselves to wash her. There is a lot of soap and suds and sponges involved.. with only occasional tickling and have buckets of water poured over her.
Revy doesn't mind being washed! It feels really nice to be soaped, scrubbed, and even fondled. It makes her acutely aware of her body, it's shape, and she revels in it. There's also sputtering and flailing when water is dumped over her.
After the last rinse, it's just relaxing in the tub surrounding by purring cats. Wet cats, but that's better than wet wolves generally. Or wet Fnerfs.
Scentwise, absolutely. Neither fnerf nor wolf smell great wet. At least wet cat isn't so bad, nor is wet bat. Well, usually anyway. There are exceptions. She settles herself in for the time being, just relaxing and basking in feeling good.
The warm water helps with her soreness, certainly. And it helps even more when she gets scritches down her back and behind her ears. Someone even nibbles on an ear!
Revy goes ooo! at the ear nibble. Though she can't help herself and flicks her ears all around. The back scratching is also quite nice! She even tries to nomf! on one of them, too.
There's a chirp of surprise as Revy catches a hand! Of course, she could have just used her own hands to grab things.
Revy could, yes! But she's mostly being silly. And more often than not, she ends up just settling back to relax a bit. "You are all goofy," she declares.
This results in lots of tickling! And the bat is surrounded so she's getting it from all sides!
"Wah!" goes the bat as she tries to cocoon in her wings for defense!
There's resistance of course, and someone tries tickling her feet after her wings finally shield her! Her back isn't ticklish at all it seems.
"Ack!" Soon Revy's feet are fighting back by being quite grabby!
If she wasn't surrounded, she'd fall over backwards doing that. Eventually the tickling stops though so she can stay upright and de-cocoon if she dares.
Revy remains cocooned for a bit ... but eventually does slowly lower her wings.
She's rewarded with scritches again, and nuzzling this time. She's pretty much being wrapped around with a purring spotty coat. Are they like this with everyone.. or is Revy just a novelty?
And she tries to purr back! She assumes she's a bit of a novelty. How many weirdo Eeee do they get around here like her, after all? She's apparently their only official whore one. All good by her, really.
Someone else enters the bath, and it becomes a lot more crowded. "So you are the new girl?" a deep female voice asks.
"Yes?" Revy says, ears flicking towards the voice to see if she can get a general shape of the woman. She sticks a hand out, blindly, and offers, "Revy. Whom am I speaking to...?"
A furry hand takes Revy's. "I'm Fluffy Cow," the voice says. "That's my Savanite name, at least. Sometimes I am furniture." It must be a Fnerf! And she's not completely in the water either.
"Oh! Fnerf," Revy realizes and shakes the hand. "Are you ... er, property? Or here willingly? I'm technically property, but by choice." She grins a bit lopsidedly. "I know, I'm weird."
"So you're a rental?" Fluffy asks. "I'm an employee, and I do a lot of things around here. Hmmm." She reaches out and strokes Revy's ears.. and lightly pinches them for some reason, but a 'deep' pinch that's not at the edge, but further in.
Revy twitches a bit. "What are you doing with my ear?" she asks, somehow managing to hold it still. "And yeah, I guess I'm sort of a rental. I don't even have a savanite name," she says.
"Pretty thick.. hold out your palm please," Fluffy asks. "No name? How long have you been here for?"
Revy holds out her hands. "Just a couple days, I think? It's a bit of a blur," she admits.
"They did your eyes like that or did you already have them closed when you got here?" Fluffy asks as she runs her thumbs over Revy's palms.
"I asked them to when they said many customers are more comfortable if they can't see eyes. I can function fine with just my ears, so ... yeah, this is fine. I don't mind," Revy explains. She wiggles her hands a bit as they're inspected.
"I like your ears," Fluffy says. "Your palms are dark though, but might work."
"Work? What work?" Revy inquires, ears flicking.
"Ah, so having eyes tattooed inside your ears would probably defeat the purpose," Fluffy says.
"Yeah, probably. That would freak them out, I suspect," Revy admits.
"And one of the girls here suggests 'Tickle Toy' for your Savanite name," the Fnerf suggests.
Revy twitches. "That's not very elegant," she huffs, and crosses her arms!
"What would you suggest then?" Fluffy asks. "There really isn't an equivalent for 'Revy'."
"I, erm," Revy says and ends up pausing. "Sightless Pleasure?" she suggests. "Willing-Toy?"
"Spread-Flower?" Revy suggests, lewdly.
Fluffy hmms. "Willing-Toy would work," she says. "The signs are similar. Spread-Flower is sort of encroaching on Yodhinala territory though. They tend to claim most names with flower in them, for obvious reasons."
Revy doesn't admit that's kind of why she chose it. She doesn't think Inala would mind her, but ... she isn't going to argue the point. "Aren't the Yodhinala gone, though?" Revy asks.
"Maybe from the temple, but I bet there are plenty here in the city," the Fnerf suggests. "Just.. watching and biding their time. That's why you have to watch out for the really pretty ones... hmmm." There's a pause, and then Fluffy asks, "What's your natural hair color?"
"Er, white. Why?" Revy inquires, tilts her head some. "I dyed it green so I wouldn't get mistaken for a Yodhsunala."
"Ah, so you couldn't be a Yodhinala then," Fluffy says. "But still, no flower names for Yodhsunala. But having Willing-Toy tattooed into your ears would make it so nobody mistook you for a Yodhsunala!"
Revy snorts. "But it sorta cements me as a whore and slave, doesn't it?" she asks.
"Or just that you're fun to play with," Fluffy suggests. "Why did you decide to rent yourself out here?"
Revy shrugs. "For fun, mostly. And I like savanites a lot," she admits, grins. "I'm actually quite happy here, if often rather sticky and drippy."
The Savanites around her all purr louder and and hug Revy. "Got something better than Willing-Toy? Fun-Girl?"
"Mmm, Willing-Toy seems the best of what I can think of right now and isn't too lewd," Revy admits.
"Alright, Willing-Toy it is then!" Fluffy declares. "I'll go fetch Sephia when you're ready," she then announces.
"Wait, what? You're seriously going to have that tattooed on me?" Revy says in a bit of shock.
"Sure, why not?" Fluffy asks. "It's mostly going to be Savanites that understand it. Formal Sign isn't used a lot, except for names."
"I just ... tattoos are kinda permanent! But ... I do like this place, so ... sure?" Revy waffles a bit. She's already heavily decorated, after all. What's a bit more?