Scourge swims in and out of consciousness. She can't feel the air, since her wing vanes are gone. She can't feel her toes or feet. She can feel phantom sensations from her missing arms. They itch. So does her skin where the resin has been pressing against it. Gravity and her breasts have been making her feel heavy as well - which is not a sensation many Eeee can experience.
She wonders when she's going to die. Surely this is how it feels to die? She also can't see still, so can't even check the condition of her body outside attempting to weakly ping and let the echoes sort of map out the condition of her body. Also, she would like to scratch, well, something. She can't move, and other than her wings, she has nothing to scratch with, nor the parts that feel like they're itching, or at least she assumes.
She's already pretty stretched out, at least in regards to her legs. Her eyes also itch, like there's a shell over them under her sealed eyelids. She also hears.. the bucket. Otto is coming.
Scourge tries to roll her eyes to maybe get them to stop itching. "Hello?" she calls out to the person she assumes is Otto.
Moving them makes her eyes itch more. "Hello, High Priestess," Otto replies.
Scourge tries to open her eyes. "I am surprised I am still alive," she admits. "What brings you here today?"
The stitches and adhesive are still in place, so that just causes her eyelids to hurt a bit more. "It's time to loosen you up a bit," the big rat says. "Do you like massage?"
"Usually," Scourge admits. It would also give her an idea of the state of her body. "How bad do I look?" she also actually asks.
"You got no arms, boobs are bigger," Otto says. "Or look bigger because you got no arms. Face is puffy."
"That's all?" Scourge asks, surprised by that. "What about my eyes?" she asks, due to the sensation of stuff under her eyelids.
"Bugged out a bit, sewn shut," the rat notes. "Did you want the stitches taken out?"
"Bugged out?" Scourge asks. That's a little concerning. "I ... might soon, yes. If there's something wrong with them."
"Eh, nothing wrong with you," Otto says. Soon after that, Scourge feels her hips being massaged.
That at least feels good. And it gives her a chance to see if her hips feel wider. "I'd like to know what is going on with my eyes," she admits, given the odd feeling. "So if the stitches can be removed, it would be appreciated."
"Queen hears," Otto says, and starts digging his fingers in a bit at the joint, making thoughtful noises.
"Something wrong?" Scourge asks as Otto digs into her hips. She tries to focus on what she's feeling when he does that.
It hurts a bit, since his claws aren't very blunt. "Tryin' to figure out how t' do this without.. a bit spoon. Not supposed to cut or nothin'" Otto's speech becomes a bit more unsophisticated when he's trying to puzzle something out.
"Why would you need a spoon?" Scourge has to ask. What does massage have to do with a spoon?
"I t'ink maybe a belt.. or.. spreader.." the rat muses. "Gotta pop 'em out, y'see."
"Pop them out?!" Scourge asks in a bit of shock. "Pop what out? My legs?"
"Yeahhh," Otto says. "Dis-lo-cate them, so dey can bend backwards later.. I think. I could just yank em."
"I would prefer if you didn't," Scourge admits, that sounds rather ... painful. "I thought you were going to massage me."
"I asked if you liked massage," Otto notes. "But yeah, gonna massage too. But still gotta get your legs ready."
That makes Scourge whimper some. It seems her opinion on the state of her hips doesn't matter. She's sure Hosheb could pull her hips apart easily enough, but doesn't suggest that.
Eventually, Otto grabs hold of Scourge's right knee, and places the his other hand on her hip. "Alright.. I count down," he says.
"I'd prefer you not do it at all," Scourge says, though knowing it's futile. That rat is ruthless and under Gorphat's thumb. So, she just inhales deep and clenches her jaws.
"Tree, twin," Otto counts down, and then yanks before getting to whatever he was going to say for one. There is a gristly 'pop' and Scourge is in a lot of pain from it. It causes a shudder that makes her breasts shake.
It also makes her cry out,loudly, in pain as her restrained body shudders. She ends up gasping and wheezing in shock as pain radiates in her hips, along with the disturbing sensation of being ... loose, on that side.
"Dat go easier den I thought," Otto says. "Eeee are easy to pull apart I guess. Ready for next one?"
"No, but you're going to do it anyway," Scourge says in a sort of choked voice.
"Yeah.. sorry," the rat notes, then goes and takes hold of Scourge's other leg and hip. "Here goes!" he says, then yanks her leg out of its socket.
And that makes Scourge cry out loudly, again! What must others be thinking? Is screaming still that common here? And now her hips just feel ... wrong. "Why did you do that," she gasps.
"Um, because I had to?" Otto offers. He then goes on to start massaging (and expressing) Scourge's breasts.
Which doesn't feel that great, really, since they tend to just be swollen and what she oozes is thick and slimy, and not easily squeezed out. "You just knew you had to, I suppose," Scourge says, now feeling even more, well, crippled. Weird phantom arms, and now non-functional legs. She tries to at least move her toes.
They've been numb for awhile, but since those muscles are in her calves the still move, and she can feel that.
So, that's ... something, at least. Not that her feet are very useful right now.
The Horribs begin to go to work further cocooning her legs in resin, pushing them together in the process. This forces Scourge's prolapse to be pushed forward, practically bending it.
"Ugh," Scourge complains as they do that. Bending of that part hurts. And Gods does it itch; she's sure things are crawling all over it as usual. "What are they doing to me? Why?" she asks Otto in case he knows.
"Making you perfect," Otto explains. There's buzzing in front of Scourge's face, as a Horrib comes near. She can hear it latch onto the ceiling in front of her.
"I don't feel perfect," Scourge claims. "I hurt." The sounds in front of her causes her ears to swivel forward in worry.
"Dat's why you're being changed to be perfect," Otto reasons. Then Scourge feels sharp claws probing her face.
That causes her to tense up! She did ask about her eyes, so maybe that's why the creature is poking? Hopefully that's why, at least.
As it prods at her eyelids, it's clear there's something rigid under them. The claws cut and snip.. hopefully cutting the stitches and not the lids themselves. It hurts, as there's only so much a big bug can manage.
Each 'snip' makes Scourge twitch. How can there possibly be something hard under them? But, she holds still to try and avoid too much additional damage. And hopefully they aren't just removing her eyelids completely!
She feels some bleeding, but not a lot of bleeding. Eventually the Horrib surgeon finishes and flies away.
The wetness is ... worrisome. So slowly, Scourge actually tries, to, well, open her eyes.
Things are blurred by blood, but even then things looks odd. Faceted, like she's looking through a cut gem.
So, there's more blinking as she tries to clear away the blood. What is going on here? Gah, if she could only feel her face!
There's more smearing, it still feels scratchy on the inside of her lids. But there's definitely some sort of clear shell that she's looking through, it just isn't smooth. Maybe it's supposed to be like a Horrib eye.
Scourge tries to move her eyes to see if they're fixed in position now, or not. Is it a shell over her eyes, or is it actually her eye?
It seems to be separate, like a pair of goggles. But close enough that her pupil touches them sometimes, so the faceting is all the way through, not just on the outside.
Ugh. Hopefully there is fluid in there so her eyes don't dry out! Having everything faceted, though is making her a bit dizzy as Scourge looks about a bit, testing how much her head can actually move.
She can move it a little, but it drags on her skin a bit where the resin is stuck to her face. The room is just a lot of strange shapes that break up when her focus moves.
Ugh, feeling like her eyes are a bit useless like this. Scourge's attention shifts back as she asks, "What's going on with my legs?"
"Gettin' wrapped up, looks like," Otto says, and pats Scourge's upper leg, which hurts still. "Not all of 'em though."
"Why, though?" Scourge asks. She tries to look back, though she can't turn her head nearly enough.
"You ask that a lot," Otto notes. "It's Gorphat's Will, is why, I suppose."
"I like to know why," Scourge says, non-plussed. "What the intention is." She sighs out and goes limp again.
"Uh, to make you perfect in Gorphat's eyes, yeah?" Otto suggests. "I don't know what that will be though. I'm not.. uh.. privy. I'm just.. a pair of hands."
She knows some of that already! Scourge is just ... frustrated? It's not like she can do much stuck here, so knowing what is being done to her body helps with passing the time? Or something like that anyway. "How long have I been here?" she asks.
"That's a good question," Otto says, and pauses. "Hard to tell time down here. I've been asleep.. three times? So three days?"
"Maybe five," he then amends.
Could be any of those. Scourge can't really track time in here, and all the 'location hopping' hasn't helped either. Hopefully Tulani and Mave aren't panicking.
She fills a prick near her butt, and a warm injection from a Horrib. It doesn't make her go numb though, and there's hardly a reason for her to be paralyzed either.
Scourge mmphs! That felt ... weird. Really weird. She focuses more inward now, trying to use the shadow to figure out what was injected since she's not going numb, probing around the injection point.
Whatever it is is going into her legs and making things feel.. kinda nice. Warm and tingly. Nothing much else has happened that the shadow can detect.
Well, at least it means she won't hurt. That's a good thing. Especially if nothing else is happening. Scourge breathes out a bit as pain eases some.
"Oh, anything else y' need before.. uh.. final bit for now?" Otto asks.
"Final bit?" Scourge asks. That doesn't sound good. She sighs out, and would shake her head if she could. "No, nothing else," she relents.
"Alright, you'll need to open your mouth," Otto says.
It's funny how bad that request can actually sound. Her earfins twitch and she's trying to look forward and watch what the rat does as she does open her mouth.
She 'sees' a blob that must be Otto, and he's struggling with something. Then a fleshy tube is pushed into Scourge's mouth. And it keeps coming.
That causes Scourge to gag and twitch, especially if it presses against her throat and tries to go into it. She tries to ask what that is but what comes out is, muffled and messed up.
"Is a feeding tube from the Queen," Otto explains as he pushes the tube down her throat. "Gotta go into your stomach."
Scourge jerks again and almost vomits. The sensation is ... disturbing, and it makes her throat feel swollen as it's slowly worked down her throat. Feed her what? How much? At least she won't taste it, so ... plus?
Once the shoving stops, the tube throbs. Scourge feels her stomach fill up with fluid to nearly bursting before the flow stops.
The pressure makes the bound bat groan. At least it's liquid so she won't get sick from it, but being that full is insanely unpleasant on its own.
It doesn't help when Otto pokes at her distended belly. "Dunno how long you gotta have that," he admits. Whatever is in her belly feels a bit like the injection did: very warm, kind of tingly and pleasant.
And it makes her feel gross and fat. Well, grosser, she always feels gross, and now her prolapse is bent and aching. Her distended belly also jiggles ominously. She can't complain, either, not with her mouth full.
The warmth spreads out from her stomach. It makes the other discomforts easier to deal with. And it's making her drowsy.
There must be some sort of drug in that goo. And it may not be a bad thing as it's easing all the aches and discomfort. So, she relaxes a bit and closes those weird-covered eyes as she tries to not panic. The warm feeling helps.
Alptraum once again finds himself lying on his back and looking up at the glowing, rainbow-emitting molten crystals. The last time he was here involved a painful tattooing.
Alptraum sits up and looks at his groin to see if that tattoo is still there. The memory of how painful it was is still very fresh! "This place could be fun, so why does it always fill me with dread?" he muses.
The green outline is there, but seems to have sunk deeper under the skin. Then a furry, padless hand starts to stroke it. How do the bunnies sneak up on him? Are they that quiet?
That makes Alptraum jerk! "Ack, how did you get here? Why am I here?" the bat demands to know. He's not trying to stop what that hand is doing, though.
The other does mob him gently. Backrubs, neck nuzzles and even ear stroking. "You're here at the will of the goddess," the one holding him says. "I don't know which one yet though."
Well, for the moment, Alptraum is enjoying it. Encouraging even. Petting back. He even tries to grab one of them and bury his face between their thighs to lick.
Things turn into a bit of a tangle soon after. There are so many bunnies! Every limb is grabbing something warm and soft, and his being licked between his own thighs.. and nursed on.
Alptraum doesn't mind this! His hips are even bucking as he's trying to pop while he's being nursed on! He's not had any fun as a guy in a while, and he's enjoying it. Of course he still adores being a she often, but right now this is pretty good too.
It gets better too, when he's pinned onto his back and straddled. And ridden. Hard. By consecutive, pretty rabbit girls.
Alptraum isn't sure he can handle all of them! But for now he's trying, and enjoying. And the shadow helps bolster when needed. It's a veritable ear-orgy going on with the bat and bunnies.
He doesn't need much help keep up his end of things. But the does clearly have a plan. And that seems to be to drain him dry! And they break out the moves like Honey Bunny's, which makes him pop quite a bit, dry or not.
Which hurts too! He has to wonder why they are trying to drain him to dry? They didn't with Gorphat, so why is this suddenly necessary? "Wha, what are you doing?" he wheezes.
"What's it feel like?" the black-furred one bouncing up and down on him asks. "We're distracting you while Mordecai sets up."
"It's getting painful," Alptraum admits in a wheeze. "I'd kind of like to stop."
"Awwww, really?" the doe asks, and does something with her hips and muscles that causes Alptraum to shudder. "But you're right, he's ready now."
"Really, I'm not a lapi. I can't go forever," Alptraum gasps. When he can focus again, he tries to see where the other bat actually is.
There's a boob in the way, but it does move enough to reveal Mordecai setting up his tattooing equipment and dyes. He's shaking a bottle of blue dye, causing it to glow.
Blue? Inala? Well, at least that should be pleasurable, right? Not terrifying like Gorphat is. Of course what sort of design would be Inala-like in this case? And what sort of effect will it have? He'll only know once it's done, alas!
Inala can be terrifying, in a some aspects. The does move to restrain Alptraum. The straddling doe also gets off, leaving him a bit wet and exposed. Another doe is getting the alcohol-soaked rag ready.
Alptraum jerks when he's 'freed' there, now feeling cold and slick, and still hard. Being held down by the does isn't that bad, though, and just looking at Mordecai is actually arousing him; gah, the urge to make out with him. Why is he attracted to that monster? But at least it'll help keep him properly stiff for tattooing.
"Hold him steady," Mordecai requests, and one of the does grabs and holds Alptraum's arousal in place. "I need to start at the tip, so make sure he remains rigid."
Grabbing him makes him sort of squeak, and go wide-eyed. The tip is the most sensitive part! He's not looking forward to needles there right off the bat. Or on the bat.
The alcohol is rubbed on, which also stings a lot. "Do you need something to bite down on?" Mordecai asks before he gets started.
"Not at the moment," Alptraum hisses out. He's tempted to bite one of them at the moment!
"Alright then!" the albino says, and the needle-brush is tapped into the tip.
And that elicits a hiss and a cry of pain! Dagh, that hurts! He nearly lifts up the lapis holding his arms down!
Tap tap tap goes the brush, between dips into the ink. He can't tell what the shape is though, it's just all too painful across the entire surface.
Is the entire tip being made that glowing blue? He tries to look, but it's hard to do that when his eyes are watering like mad, and they are. His cheeks are extremely wet quickly.
Things are swollen, of course, but it looks like.. a flower, with the petals spreading out from the center.
So, he's drawing Inala's flower on his bits. That's ... not that surprising, really. The bat just looks upward for the moment, and tries to breathe to struggle through the pain.
The does try to helps by rubbing their breasts against his face. Then Mordecai's assistant switches to holding the tip, which is excruciating, so Mordecai can start working on the shaft. And he's still rigid as stone despite the pain.
The breasts distract a little bit, but the pain is very distracting. At one point Alptraum bites onto that breast, enough that fangs penetrate. He's also nearly lifting the does again!
The bit doe screams, but doesn't fight back or anything. The shaft tattoo seems to be spiraling around it.
He couldn't help biting her! He had to do something. Hopefully the damage won't be too bad. His entire body is twitching a lot, all over really. Muscles want to pull and fight, to stop the pain. He's struggling with himself to try and be still, even with the does also trying to hold him. He's not a weak bat, after all.
The does have the advantage of numbers and sheer mass. There are leaves on the spiraling stem. And there's a special brush for those, so they can be added with a single stamp per leaf. The tattoo is starting to have an odd effect: the pain is changing to pleasure.
Alptraum is oddly thankful it doesn't have thorns on it. But then Inala isn't that sort of person. Nor is she the sort that turns pain into pleasure, so that shift is rather weird. But it at least means he's fighting less and lets go of his bite, along with saying 'sorry'.
The pleasure also means the pattern is complete. It's not as complicated as Gorphat's was, at least. But who knows what Inala will have him do with it.
Maybe he'll look more handsome? Or more effeminate? Or a mix of Revy and himself? Or ... so many weird possibilities roll through a weird mind. But at least with the pain gone, his body can relax some, and he can breathe without wheezing.
Relaxation comes in many forms. When two does begin to trace the tattoo stem that spirals around Alptraum's own stem, it starts out feeling relaxing. The does have to switch off to follow the spiral, on each side of the Eeee, but when the reach the first leaf he feels a sudden shock go through him. It's not painful or particularly pleasurable, but it does seem to paralyze him.
And make him squeak. Well, sound like a choked sort of squeak, with his eyes wide! "What was that?!" he wonders.
There's another shock with the next leaf, and he's sure something has changed, just not what. This repeats until they get to the flower, which they both kiss. This seems to break the paralysis.
Alptraum would twitch each time that bappens, but he kind of cannot! He does try to look up and try to see what changed?
Once he can, he sees a lot of white fur. But also slightly off-white spots.
There is a lot of blinking. Why is he white? And with spots? There's a bit more squirming now as he tries to figure out what the heck happened!?
He's definitely a Savanite now, most likely Pierce. But he's white, and even his hair is white when it flops in front of his face.
Alptraum shakes his head to get it out of his face. He also tries to ask what happened, just to see if he can still speak. He thinks he's still a guy, at least?
He's still a very visibly aroused guy, to be certain. And he can sort of chirp right now, so he really is fully Savanite at the moment.
Alptraum also tries to see if he's still tattooed? And wonders why he would change species like that.
The tattoo is still there, and glowing a light blue color.
Alptraum looks between the two does, and sort of chirps at them, confused.
The does look surprised too. "This is perfectly normal," Mordecai explains as he packs up his equipment. "It means there must be a Savanite Yodhinala, one of the distaff Yodh."
Alptraum doesn't think it's normal to change like that! He sort of chirps at Mordecai too.
"You weren't transported though," the albino notes. "I assumed you would be. There must be something more to the ritual.."
Alptraum was supposed to be transported? He's also looking a bit to see if he's, well, as decorated as Pierce is. Also rolls his tongue see if it's split.
It's definitely Pierce's body, just white-washed. Which might make him a marked Savanite: those that can do magic.
Alptraum now wonders if he has the forehead marking Jingle had, and in theory Pierce too, the jeweled flower implant.
It's easy to find out by just feeling his forehead, and it seem to be there! He doesn't have the bells though.
Alptraum, since he's not being held, gropes those nearby. Including, well, Mordecai.
The does squeal and Mordecai jumps a bit in surprise. "Perhaps the final step is the Little Death," he notes. He gestures to one of the does - a white one with blue eyes. "DeeDee," he summons. "I think you would be most appropriate for this."
"What if he'd turned into a Lap?" one of the other girls asks. "Then one you would be getting pregnant today," Mordecai claims.
Alptraum blinks! Well, he's now suddenly glad he's a guy if that means he would be super fertile. Wouldn't put it past Inala to make him actually, well, properly fertile were he female. He looks between DeeDee and the bat.
DeeDee sashays over. She looks slightly older than the other does, and closer to what Alptraum's Inala-Doe form looked like. "I like predators," she whispers to Alptraum as she circles him, one hand touching him and brushing through his fur as she goes.
He's well-aware some people enjoy predators. Dagh, so does he in some forms. He turns a bit, watching the doe curiously. Alptraum soon smirks a bit, then actually growls at her.
"Oooo, that sounded serious," DeeDee says, running her unpadded fingers over his stem. "And such long legs.. care for a race?" she asks.
Alptraum answers that by, well, lunging for her and trying to grab her!
The doe is nimble, despite being a bit top-heavy, and escapes by the cotton of her tail. Then she's off, running around the edge of the dais, while the other does scatter out of the way.
And of course Alptraum is now chasing after her, and soon going as fast as he can. He's never really tested how he can run as Pierce, admittedly. He's usually been doing other things.
The fact that he's running in a curve slows him down a bit.. but he could just cut across in a straight line to intercept, probably. His heart is beating faster than he ever thought it could, and his blood feels fizzy from the adrenaline.
After a couple circles, he does indeed try to just cut across the platform, while growling.
DeeDee, of course, zig-zags back and forth to make it harder. Is she trying to wear him down? But then, while trying to dodge to one side, her opposite foot slip on the smooth stone, giving Pierce an opening.
And Pierce lunges, trying to tackle the doe! In fact, he also tries to bite her. It's a bit of an instinct thing, admittedly.
The doe lets out a shriek, something Alptraum has never heard before from a Lapi, when he bites down on the back of her neck. They tumble, and the Cheetah comes out on top.
He tries to pin her down, and while still biting wrestle the doe into a position that lets him bury a flower in a flower, so to speak.
The Lapi goes down on her hands and knees, but her rear is elevated quite a bit, and Pierce's attempt at gardening works just fine. She gives out a little moan, and the big cat can smell her own adrenaline and feel her racing heart.
The Savanite growls into the Lapi's scruff. He isn't gentle, either. His pushing is rather hard, and tends to rock her forward pretty severely, and he grinds into her after. Hands wrap around and cup her chest, roughly kneading and using claws a bit.
"Mmmmmm, that's it, my hunter," the doe murmurs. His paws actually feel a bit damp from the kneading. Is she a wetnurse on the side?
Alptraum decides to try and find out by squeezing in such a way it's sort of milking her too. And he does it in time with those hip slams that makes her entire body jiggle.
Yes, she's definitely producing milk! It could be from a mutation, recent pregnancy, or maybe from using Hortense's milking machine to get things going. She's starting to 'struggle' a bit too, pushing up with her legs.
That just elicits another growl and he bites down harder on her neck, and shakes it a bit. Also might be slightly jealous she has a chest and he doesn't right now, but then he is a weirdo. Also, doesn't think long on that, a bit distracted.
The harder bite brings out another shriek from the doe, and wiggles her hips from side to side now. She's not using any muscle trick yet though, just letting Pierce take the lead.
And he is. Nothing fancy, he's just rutting her really hard, and grinding. And then he pulls back, and almost out, and then just holds himself there to see what she does. Is she going to beg? Try to push back? Try to escape?
She pushes back! This is all exciting to her after all.
Alptraum growls! And bites down again when she pushes back to see if she stops pushing back
That makes her push and grind harder. Now she's clenching down too.
And so after a bit, he actually resumes, thrusting harder and almost knocking her on her own face. He's backing off before that actually happens, at least.
Her breasts cushion her a bit at least, but she's getting wet there and at the rear. Enough that Alptraum feels it when she peaks, as there suddenly a lot more moisture. She also squeaks when it happens.
And once she does peak, he doubles down, and shows how fast a savanite can go as he drives himself towards his own peak!
He's very sensitive now, and it doesn't take long before he peaks.. although after the chase he's on the very edge of what his body can handle. The intensity this time really does feel like a little death, as things begin to go dark for him.
The alley is dark but familiar. It's definitely where the rave Revy encountered was held. Which means he's just around the corner from the Savanite bordello.
And Alptraum looks down at himself to see, well, what he looks like right now.
Still a white Savanite, and still aroused.
He wonders why he is here of all places? He peers around in the ally, then slinks his way to where he can get a better look where the Bordello was, or still is.
The door is there there, and there is also a bit Savanite leaning against the wall next to it. A bouncer? There wasn't one before though, so maybe he's just staff getting some air.
So ... Alptraum waves a bit to him? He's naked, and on display! So he's not wanting to just walk out into public.
The big Savanite notices the wave, and his eyes go wide at the sight of white fur. "Are you alright?" he signs.
"Mostly!" Alptraum signs. He's still not sure why he's here. "Have you seen anyone that looks like me?"
"Yes," the man signs back. "White-Rose."
"I ... think I'm here for her," Alptraum signs. "Something drew me here."
"Come closer," the man signs.
Alptraum covers himself up down below, and does approach closer.
Even with his hand covering himself, some of the glow gets through. The big Savanite rubs his thumb against Alptraum's cheek, rather hard, to see if the color comes off or not. He sniffs as well, probably checking for chemical scents. "Come inside," he signs, and opens the door for Alptraum.
"This is my color," Alptraum sighs after being a bit roughly handled. As for scents, might have a bit of doe, but ... at least he seems to pass the sniff test? And so, in he goes!
The Madame greets Alptraum, and there's some commotion as some of the others come to see the white Savanite. "You are here for White-Rose, yes?" the Madame signs.
"I believe so. I was drawn to this place," Alptraum signs as he looks about, nervously. Being stared at while naked is a bit, uh, nerve-inducing.
Revy wouldn't mind! Still, the Madame leads him away from the other observers, taking through a series of corridors going deep into the structure. They finally come to a door with Inala's flower painted on it, where she knocks.
Revy has no inhibitions, somehow. He walks along, looking about. The door with Inala's flower surprises him, to be honest. A savanite follower of Inala? He never knew there were such things!
The door opens a bit, and a black feline face looks out. She sees Alptraum, then opens the door fully to let them in.
Alptraum probably looks a bit lost, but he walks in once the door is opened. "Hello," he signs to the feline.
The black feline at first might be a Kattha, but a closer look reveals her to also be a Savanite. Her markings are just a shade more brown that surrounding fur. The room is large, a suite really, and this the reception area. Sitting on a couch is an elegantly posed Savanite woman, the same color as Alptraum, dressed in a blue Zolk wrap. She smiles when she sees him. "Welcome, Barinala," she signs.
He tries to not look too surprised by this. This town never fails to get weirder. He approaches the woman and bows deeply to her. "Greetings," he signs. "I cannot fully explain it, but I was drawn to this place."
White-Rose puts her hand on Alptraum's head, and plays with his hair a bit. "We are rare," she signs with the other. "Not all Yodhinala are Eeee. The same is true for the other Yodh. We are the hidden ones, the distaff."
"And you ... work here?" Alptraum signs as he ends up kneeling down before the woman instead of rising from that bow.
The Madame has left, closing the door behind her. The other Savanite goes to a cabinet and pulls out a stoppered bottle that looks more like a vase. It has reliefs of rabbits on it.
"I do," she signs. "I manage the fertility of the staff here."
"Do you keep it suppressed, then? So they can serve others without concern of having a child?" Alptraum signs as he looks over towards the stoppered bottle. For some reason it worries him.
"Yes," White-Rose signs. The other pouring a clear liquid into a saucer-like cup, which she brings to White-Rose, who drinks it down in silence.
"What is it you drink?" Alptraum inquires.
"An elixir from far off Amazonia, which increases the chance of conception," she replies. "I am already in my fertile cycle, but a little help does not hurt."
"And I assume does nothing for a male?" Alptraum asks in sign. Now curious how it would affect him, and well, all of her 'hers' too.
"From the look of it, you already have Inala's blessing marked onto you," White-Rose signs with a gentle smile. "I do not think it works on men, who are always ready."
Alptraum grins a bit. "I'm curious, I suppose. What does it taste like?" he asks.
"Slightly tart," White-Rose signs. The other Savanite has returned the bottle to its cabinet. "I am being a poor hostess," she signs. "I am White-Rose, and my partner is Ebony-Shadow. What is your name, or is Barinala sufficient?"
"Barinala is fine, but you may also call me Faded-Dream if you wish," Alptraum signs as he quickly comes up with a name for someone washed out, and that he's not quite real, so to speak.
"Stand then, Faded-Dream," White-Rose requests.
So, he does stand up. He's still at attention too, which is a bit awkward.
Taking his hand, White-Rose leads Faded-Dream into the bedroom. The bed is large, and probably shared by the two women. Ebony-Shadow follows as well. "Now, disrobe me," she signs to Faded-Dream, smiling coyly. "Make it interesting."
Her clothing appears to be a single piece that's been wrapper around her and clasped at her shoulder, along with a simple cord belt.
That makes Faded-Dream sort of snort-laugh a bit. "I'm not sure I could do anything you've not seen before," he even signs as he slowly circles her. "Does your companion also serve any of the Goddesses?" he also asks as he ponders. Since she's just in a wrap, undressing should be relatively easy. So, to make it more interesting, he doesn't use his hands, at all. He slips in close and uses his lips and teeth at the clasp, while the simple rope belt, he uses his tail to loosen it. And should he manage such, he'll draw it off with those teeth, and use his tail to lightly wrap it up as it's drawn free.
While Faded-Dream does this, he sees Ebony-Shadow over White-Rose's shoulder. The dark-furred woman pulls a pendant out of her blouse. It's the same one Alptraum has, the symbol of the Grave. She then tucks it back in out of sight.
The Zolk is tough enough that stray bites aren't going to damage it. The clasp is simple enough, and White-Rose is purring so he must be doing something right.
The pendant surprises him, and he makes a mental note to try and visit her another time more, er, himself? He's making great pains to not actually touch White-Rose as he slowly works the fabric off. Mere brushes, hot breath, but no firm contact at all. Mere hints at touch and sensation. It takes several slow passes to 'unwrap' the White-Rose. Once off, he rolls his tail in a lazy circle to finish coiling the wrap up for placing in a safe place.
Ebony-Shadow takes the cloth from Faded-Dream. Bare now, White-Rose is stunningly beautiful. Is it an aura or glamour, like Snow could produce? Or just the fact that's acting on behest of Inala right now, as her Barinala.
Or all of the above is entirely possible. "So, you are looking for a child, then?" he signs as he draws back close. Finally, he does reach up and caress her cheek with the back of his fingers.
"Twins, preferably," White-Rose signs and tries to nip those fingers.
"I cannot promise that. But, why twins?" Faded-Dream inquires with his one free hand. The other slides down, caresses the faded spots of the other Savanite now. He also wonders if he can sire children at all. He's not really been able to do that with non-Eeee. But maybe under Inala's auspices here he could, and actually produce a Savanite child.
"A boy and girl," White-Rose signs, leaning against Faded-Dream. "That is why I took the elixir."
"That will be up to Inala," Faded-Dream signs vaguely. Since this isn't even the real him, maybe it can actually happen? Divine involvement, that sort of thing. Soon he's guiding her back and easing her down to the bed.
Even lying down she looks elegant, and the way she moves her thighs together is very.. inviting. It causes Faded-Dreams's glow-stick to get brighter.
The glowstick doesn't get used right now. Worship should be started proper, and so he dips down and kisses Inala's gate gently instead. Also licks it with his split tongue, which may be a new experience for her. It's still weird to use and feels disturbing even to him.
It's also when he notices that she glows too, just on the inside. And she's very sensitive, jerking when the tongue goes to work. Given how Alptraum has felt under Inala's influence, he can relate.
And Faded-Dream stays down there for a while. Tasting, partially, but also demonstrating creative uses of a split tongue, like parting things, or wrapping around the orb. It's only after a bit does he kiss in deeply and lick into that glow.
There are spasms and arching and mewling from White-Rose, but she tries not to writhe too much. She's certainly peaked a few times already.
A lot of time is spent there 'worshipping' Inala this way. Eventually, he does draw back and crawl up and over her. With a purr, he finally lines up and sinks the flower-decorated flesh into her gate. Though he's a bit worried about how it might feel to him!
It feels amazing. Really, really amazing, like a key going into a lock. It actually takes his breath away for a moment.
And then he gets to work. The experience is ... odd. Inala must be involved, and thus he must be capable of being with her to produce a child. That causes some odd sort of feelings. Still, it would be Her children, he's just a conduit of a sort. And while purring, he starts to take the White-Rose.
It's hard to hold back, as he feels like he's on the verge of exploding right away. That's when he feels something smooth and curved entering him from behind. The tip presses in just the right spot and he explodes. At least it feels like he does. It's incredibly intense, and he can almost make out the sounds of the Sea of Souls.
Did the other one just do something weird to him?! It's not like he can focus enough to look. He only sees sort of static. He's not even sure what he might actually be doing right now to White-Rose.
Well, he's still inside of her, and still aroused so may as well keep going! There's definitely something still inside of him though, and it must be Ebony-Shadow's doing.
And so he does keep going! Really, he can't prevent himself, it's both instinct and the overwhelming action of the blessing. Disconcerting he can't control it, but ... it's not the first time.
Things devolve a bit until they're almost wrestling. And every so often, Ebony-Shadow tweaks the toy stuck into Faded-Dream and sends him over the edge. It's hard to keep track of anything when your brain is being shorted out like that.
He both wants to hug Ebony Shadow, or get revenge. Sometimes both. But then he can't think anymore. It's a raw rut, animalistic, totally lost in the moment. Or many moments. Or days. Who knows? He doesn't.
But there's a limit to physical stamina. Faded-Dream feels like he's run a marathon, and smells hot broth or soup nearby.
And eventually he sort of tips over to the side and wheezes! Even his eyes are blurry.
Ebony-Shadow is there, holding a tray with two large mugs on it. She sets it on a side-table, and finally signs something. "Hungry?"
Faded-Dream grunts, grabs the mug, and just starts chugging! It's also when he remembers to check to see if that tool was still, er, stuck in him.
It's still there. The end sticking out has a big knob on it. The broth is a bit spicy, and it isn't clear what sort of meat it comes from. White-Rose needs help sitting up to drink hers.
Faded-Dream doesn't even bother pulling it out. He just stays on his side and keeps on chugging. He finishes the whole mug in a minute, maybe less.
"You should rest," Ebony-Shadow signs to the pair. "This may take awhile."
"Take a while?" Faded-Dream signs while blinking to get his eyes to focus.
"Several more sessions," Ebony-Shadow clarifies. "To make sure."
Faded-Dream's eyes go wide. That might kill him!
"Would you like to lay with me as well?" the black Savanite signs.
Faded-Dream's ears go back, eyes still wide. "Yes," he admits, "But do you want to risk getting pregnant?"
"/I will not get pregnant,/" she signs back. "/That is only for White-Rose.
"How do you know?" Faded-Dream signs.
"I just do," Ebony-Shadow signs, then grins. "I know where the elixir to prevent it is."
"Aha!" Faded-Dream signs, "I gather you want me to spend some time with you too. Just asking me first to make it seem more proper."
"Because I am marked by Death, few find me attractive," Ebony-Shadow signs. "I am White-Rose's shadow."
"A very fine shadow," White-Rose signs.
"I know the Barsunala. He would," Faded-dream signs and shrugs. "And you are attractive, as much as White-Rose is."
"You are the Barinala though," Ebony-Shadow signs. "Birth and Death go hand in hand."
"True," Faded-Dream signs, "But I cannot until I have satisfied White-Rose's need first, she summoned me through Inala."
"Of course," Ebony-Shadow signs. "Sometime after then. Or perhaps the Barsunala will appear next."
"After is fine, Faded-Dream signs. It's then he reaches back and finally removes that tool with a grunt.
Even removing it causes his stalk to twitch a bit. It looks disturbing like a curved phallus complete with scrotum.
Faded-Dream stares at it, and figures they use that on themselves regularly. He offers it back to Ebony-Shadow.
The woman takes and brings it over to a washbasin to clean it. "I will be using this on you several more times," she signs to Faded-Dream.
"Why?" Faded-Dream has to ask. Not that he minded, but it was weird.
"To ensure you release plenty of seed," Ebony-Shadow signs. "And so you can experience the Little Death at its strongest."
He ... can't really argue that. There were a few times he was imagining it was Mordecai, much to his own shame. "Are you going to use that on me when I am with you too?" he signs.
"White-Rose would need to use it on you," Ebony-Shadow signs. "Do you want her to?"
There's a pause. "Yes," he signs. Seems like a Barinala thing.
"You will spoil her," White-Rose warns with a smirk.
"I will show her what it means to be ravished," Faded-Dream says and puffs up a bit.
"Death is never satisfied, always hungry," White-Rose signs.
"I am the healer here," Ebony-Shadow asserts.
"I can satisfy her," Faded-Dream claims.
Amelia says, "Perhaps you can," White-Rose signs."
Faded-Dream nods, looking smug. "Of course," he also signs. "But right now I must satisfy you."
"If you have rested enough, I am ready to continue," White-Rose signs, and licks her lips.
Faded-Dream pops his neck. "Prepare to be driven through the mattress," he even signs. Round two of ... he tries not to think about it.
There is another rest break after round three. Partly to recover a bit and partly so White-Rose can do a fertility check. Faded-Dream is panting hard and lying on his back, amazed that steam or smoke isn't coming off his groin. "How are you holding up?" Ebony-Shadow signs to him.
"I am still alive. So on that front I am fine. Anything else? I do not know," he signs from where he lays on his back. He had to reach up, but that's about all he could manage.
Ebony-Shadow starts to massage Faded-Dream's thighs. "Are you sore anywhere?" she signs with one hand.
"No. Mostly just feeling a little tired," Faded-Dream signs and finally sits up a little.
White-Rose passes a bottle of clear oil over to Ebony-Shadow, who pours it onto her hands before starting to massage Faded-Dream's shaft. It's.. actually kind of relaxing.
His ears go up, though. "What is that?" he signs. How that can be relaxing is confusing, so are the implant bumps to them for that matter. Unless they've seen such before.
"Special technique," White-Rose signs. "Normally the subject isn't aroused though."
"Then is that a good idea?" Faded-Dream asks in sign.
"Does it feel good?" White-Rose signs in reply.
"It is surprisingly relaxing," Faded-Dream signs.
"Then it is fine," White-Rose signs, and starts to nuzzle Faded-Dream's neck while purring.
Faded-Dream does relax some, and his head tilts as he purrs in kind. That does feel quite nice.
Just when he feels most relaxed, White-Rose mounts him, taking over from Ebony-Shadow. She moves slowly, as opposed to the furious sprinting they'd done before.
That makes Faded-Dream bark in surprise! "Uh, well, hello again," he signs up at her. But at least she's doing the work now and he can lie back and enjoy it?
White-Rose is using her arms to support herself as she leans forward over Faded-Dream. If things are going slow, then it's unlikely Ebony-Shadow will be triggering things with her toy. So now Faded-Dream has a view of slowly bobbing breasts over his face as well.
It doesn't take long before he catches one of those bobbing breasts and starts to nurse-suckle on. The other gets a gentle massage and tweaking. His hips move, but slowly and in time with White-Rose.
The not-quite-Yodhinala purrs even louder and leans into Faded-Dream's face a bit more. Ebony-Shadow is out of sight. Maybe she's getting more snacks? White-Rose keeps to a smooth hip motion. The massage oil is also a pretty good lubricant.
Faded-Dream thinks Ebony-Shadow is off being sneaky. Snacks, indeed. Soon he's purring, and then he's switching up between each breast so neither one gets too over-worked. Nipples get massaged with her thumbs when not being nursed-on. It does feel rather nice, and not as nearly as frenetic.
There's a different sort of softness to Savanite breasts, and White-Rose has exceptional breasts. Even her nipples taste good. She suddenly pauses in her sliding, and wiggles her hips from side to side slightly. An invitation or is she getting ready to pounce?
That confuses Faded-Dream, how can she pounce him more than she already has? It does cause him to stop nursing though and make a confused sort of chirp. He also pushes with his hips a couple times?
The purring gets louder, so that is probably the proper response. She starts pushing back harder now as well.
So he pushes harder upward, strong sort of 'thumps' upward each time. He also lifts his head up and this time bites around the front of her neck gently, and growls.
That brings her down closer, until she's mostly lying atop Faded-Dream. This means he has to do most of the work again though.
Not unusual! But he got a chance to rest, so he's back to making her bounce with his hips, and he does keep his jaws around her neck, though not so tight as to be painful. He does growl sometimes, though,
The growl causes White-Rose to shudder. Which means Faded-Dream probably isn't too far behind. Ebony-Shadow has returned as well.. with meaty food from the the smell.
Huh, that's surprising, she did go get food! He's a little busy, though, and focused on really ramping up the pounding to keep White-Rose shuddering until he too explodes. Or leaks. He's not sure what it will be at this point given how many times he's done this!
It's not quite an explosion, but more of a long drawn out flow. It's relaxing.
It also leaves him making weird noises into the bite he holds on her neck. And it's disturbing how long it is, he didn't know men could do that! It more reminds him of what it's like as a woman, long and drawn, not a burst.
Maybe the massage actually relaxed the pumping muscles? Who knows! It does leave him feeling a bit deflated though.
And when it ends, he does go a bit limp. He is purring, though, and admiring White-Rose's body. Also pondering 'copying' it for use, er, later.
It would certainly be an interesting experience for White-Rose. Ebony-Shadow is clinking things.. must be bowls and spoons.
So ... Faded-Dream does try to ken her a little, from the inside-out. Hopefully she won't notice much!
This makes her shudder and go 'mew' for a bit! It also draws Ebony-Shadow's attention, even though there isn't anything to see from the outside other than the neck-biting.
Faded-Dream tries to keep it short, at least, even if it does feel good for both of them. And once done, he draws it back and just purrs like nothing happened.
Ebony-Shadow signs, "Stew," over White-Rose's shoulder. "Can you move?". White-Rose seems to hunker down on Faded-Dream in a feline 'not gonna move' maneuver.
"I can move, she doesn't seem to want to," Faded-Dream signs.
"Too bad for you then," Ebony-Shadow signs and mimes slurping down stew.
Faded-Dream does eventually try to move White-Rose. He's not sure he wants stew, though, he's still not used to solid food, even when the body can handle it.
It takes some rocking, but he manages to get him and White-Rose onto their sides at least. The smell of the stew makes Faded-Dream's stomach growl. Stew isn't particularly solid. It's chunky gravy, basically.
"I hope I didn't kill her," Faded-Dream signs and gestures towards White-Rose. Then he tries to untangle himself.
White-Rose releases him eventually, and reaches for a bowl.
Faded-Dream intercepts, and instead tries to feed her using the bowl and a spoon.
This requires some sitting up and rearranging themselves, but soon the woman is leaning forward with her mouth open.
And this leaves Faded-Dream carefully easing spoons of stew into her open mouth and not drawing back until she closes, of course. He glances towards Ebony-Shadow, who is probably amused by this.
"So cute," Ebony-Shadow signs and swishes her tail.
Faded-Dream sort of smirks at her. "She's your sister, isn't she?" he signs.
"Yes," Ebony-Shadow signs. "Do you have a brother?"
"I do not. Why do you ask?" Faded-Dream signs.
"I thought you would have," Ebony-Shadow signs. "But if you did, he would be here too."
"If I do, I do not know him," Faded-Dream signs. "I am not enough for you, is that it?" He mock-pouts.
"That remains to be seen," Ebony-Shadow signs, wiggling her ears. "Will you spoon feed me?"
"And make your toes curl," Faded-Dream signs. "You should be decorated like me."
"I would not be a shadow then," Ebony-Shadow points out. "I would be shiny."
"You would look good shiny," Faded-Dream signs and ear-wiggles.
White-Rose bites down on the spoon so that Faded-Dream doesn't forget about her!
He hasn't! He goes back to feeding her spoons of stew. He also licks her nose.
Eventually the bowl is emptied, and White-Rose looks satisfied. "I feel sated," she signs.
"In all ways?" Faded-Dream signs, questioningly.
"In all ways that matter," White-Rose signs, and wiggles her ears.
Faded-Dream smirks a little and puffs up. "I am good," he signs, haughtily.
"Blessed," White-Rose signs.
"And good," Faded-Dream teases.
"That too," White-Rose admits. "I bring out the best in men," she signs.
"What about your sister?" Faded-Dream signs, and teases, "The worst?"
"No experience," White-Rose claims.
"That is unacceptable and must be fixed. You have not taught her?" Faded-Dream signs.
"She walks Sunala's way," White-Rose signs, smiling to her sister. "Her skills lie elsewhere."
Ebony-Shadow snorts at that.
That causes Faded-Dream to look to the other. "Assassin?" he asks.
"Healer," Ebony-Shadow signs a bit insistently.
"Odd profession for a Daughter of Death," Faded-Dream points out. "But then the arts that can kill can also heal."
"Yodhsunala can be healers," Ebony-Shadow signs. "Putting off death is still Sunala's purview."
"True. They just did not do that much until the Barsunala showed up," Faded-Dream signs, then just shrugs. "Do you often need a healer here?"
"We live close down here, so if one gets sick we might all get sick," Ebony-Shadow signs. "And there are always minor injuries."
"I heard there was even a bat working here briefly. Did she need a lot of healing?" Faded-Dream asks.
"No, but she was abducted by minions of Gorphat," Ebony-Shadow replies. "So she may have a condition."
"Don't think you'll see her again, then?" Faded-Dream signs.
"I did not see her at all," Ebony-Shadow signs. "We don't mingle with the others."
"Would you have wanted to?" Faded-Dream asks.
"I don't know," Ebony-Shadow signs. "I never think about meeting people. Are you going to seduce me?"
"Do I need to?" Faded-Dream asks in sign and wiggles his ears.
"I would like it if you did," Ebony-Shadow signs. "I've been bringing you food after all."
"Which I've not eaten and fed to White-Rose," Faded-Dream points out. He didn't, after all, eat any of that stew! Still, he scoots over to her and then behind her. "Relax, then," he signs in front of her and pulls her back so she's pressed against his chest. The reason why becomes clear enough, he takes a page out of times he spent with Mave, when Mave was 'teaching' him about how a woman's body responds and feels. As in she demonstrated on him when he wasn't a he anymore. So, it involves a lot of simple touching, tracing and exploring of fingertips along her front. Just light touches, traces, trying to slowly bring to life erogenous zones; her nipples, then out over her breasts and along her face and ears, even. For now his hands stay, ah, north, and do not venture towards the gate yet.
Ebony-Shadow purrs, and her body does respond as it's supposed too. "This is nice," she signs. "Good work."
Faded-Dream sort of rolls his eyes. White-Rose said she had no experience, so he was starting simple! That seemed almost .... sarcastic. Soon he actually licks at the back of her neck and ears and finally drifts touches further south. Gentle nudges to get her legs to spread, before fingerpads simply trace in along thighs and over the gate, letting touch define its shape through sensation.
There are sharp breaths as things get more intimate and Ebony-Shadow gets more worked up. She does spread her legs, but also digs her claws into the bed.
There's no penetration, just simple touch-trace. Outlining of the body entirely through that. And it goes on for a while. At some point she's moved again until she's laying on her back. And the touching begins again, only this time instead of fingers, it's his tongue. And the fact it's split probably makes for some unique sensations, especially when he can grab say, a nipple with it. Or her nose.
With her legs over his shoulders, Ebony-Shadow begins to squirm. White-Rose signs, "Do what you did to me, with the inside tingles."
Faded-Dream's brow goes up. She's fishing for his technique! Hah. Eventually said weird tongue reaches her gate, and manages to part, pull and do things a tongue really shouldn't be able to do. It's not until he kisses here there does he dare to try to ken her too, so she gets the inside tingles as well.
That gets a gasp and an arched back, and a very feline noise as well. She also tastes different in the ken. She tastes shadowy.
It's very slow, and very, very thorough. The fact he's licking, while licking makes his tongue feel impossibly long and going places that should be impossible. And many minutes. Eventually he drops, though and draws back, purring smugly.
This leaved Ebony-Shadow panting hard, with a hand on her chest. Her other hand twitches a bit, in a sort of Silent-Sign version of babbling.
And Faded-Dream is now over her, looking down and grinning rather predatorily. His head sinks down and he wraps his jaws around her neck. Another growl, a warning? And then her gate is stormed and speared. And once inside, there's a little shadow play at work, since she's all ... shadowy herself. Nothing as invasive at the lick was, but still much more than a normal Savanite would be like.
Ebony-Shadow squeaks at the bite.. and the rest! She digs her claws into his back though, to show she can be a little aggressive too.
Whereas White-Rose was more sensual, this is a bit more primal, predatory. Animals in the savannah, as it where. Or at least that's the sensation Faded-Dream is going for. Mostly since Ebony-Shadow seemed more the sort that would appreciate it than the delicate beauty that White-Rose is. Each impact tends to make her entire body shudder.
She does seem to appreciate it, and starts growling even though she's the one with her throat in his jaws. She still doesn't seem to know what to do with her legs though, just that she should be doing something with them.
Faded-Dream helps her hook her legs over his, so that she has leverage when she wants to pull and push too. His jaws finally release as well as his hands go to hers. He pushes them up over her head and holds them there while looking her right in the eyes. A savanite version of being gagged, it seems.
She's practically exhaling directly into his nose at this point. She clearly had some stew before she brought them their portions. She also licks his nose!
That just makes Faded-Dream just snort at her, and his nose-ring bounces a bit, too. His grip tightens and those hip movements threaten to push her up the bed, and the shadow play? That wraps around the orb, then slips into it to torment her more.
That earns him a bark. "Are you doing new stuff to her?" White-Rose signs, getting her hand right in Faded-Dream's face.
Faded-Dream just looks up at White-Rose and he smiles smugly at her. Then he does that shadow-trick again to make Ebony-Shadow bark once more.
White-Rose pouts. But she pats her tummy, and grins.
She got three rounds with him! This is Ebony-Shadow's first time, and he will probably only last once, so he's making it memorable. And after some more shadow-torment, he settles into just a hard rut to make the darker Savanite peak and see if he can get her eyes to roll back in her head.
Her eyes are closed, which makes it a challenge. But he does get the dark cat to peak. She's silent through it, but her muscles give her away.
And as she starts, he dips his head back down and bites on her neck again. And that's when the Savanite-speed-hips really kick in, so she's held in that peek until he joins her. And because of all the times with White-Rose, that takes a while! And possibly due to that oil used, it's a rather long and drawn out release as he growls into her neck. And once down, he flops down on top of her, panting too.
Ebony-Shadow's arms flail about a bit. White-Rose signs, "You have spoiled her."
"She asked for it." Faded-Dream points out as he rolls over so Ebony-Shadow is on top of him now. "I think you might be jealous," he also signs to White-Rose.
"You used special tricks for her," White-Rose accuses, but is wiggling her ears.
"Variations of what I used on you," Faded-Dream counter-signs, ears wiggling too. "You are each different, so should have different experiences"
"Yes, but you nearly broke her," White-Rose signs, and then pokes her sister, causing her to twitch.
"I did no such thing," Faded-Dream signs, then pokes the darker one too. "You okay?" he signs to her.
Ebony-Shadow looks a bit drunk. "Fine," she manages to sign.
"See?" Faded-Dream signs. "I imagine she never wants to do that again, too," he adds.
"We are in a bordello," White-Rose points out. "She has always wanted to do that."
"Then why hasn't she? I imagine many would bed her," Faded-Dream signs.
"She is the doctor," White-Rose points out. "She makes them take nasty medicine or worse. And we do not look normal. That marks us as royalty."
"The patrons I doubt she makes take medicine," Faded-Dream signs. "But not looking normal, yes, I grant that."
"Patrons do not come to us for mating," White-Rose signs. "They come for blessings."
"Have you ever offered?" Faded-Dream signs.
"Offered?" White-Rose signs. "No, I have not."
"Might be why, but I gather it is not something you likely want to offer much,
"Might be why, but I gather it is not something you likely want to offer much," Faded-Dream signs.
"That is my secret to keep," White-Rose claims.
Faded-Dream grins. "So I suspect you will try to call on me, then," he signs.
"If it so pleases me," White-Rose signs haughtily. It's a very Yodhinala sort of attitude.
"Oh, well, if you didn't enjoy me, I won't bother you with my presence again. I will simply tend to your sister's needs. Or just send the Barsunala instead," Faded-Dream signs and waves his hand a bit dismissively.
White-Rose tries to bite the hand! "Barsunala is for her, Barinala is for me," she insists.
"Even Inala has slept with him," Faded-Dream points out.
"Inala follows her own rules," White-Rose claims.
"Aside from teasing, I do hope that was at least somewhat enjoyable for you," Faded-Dream does finally sign.
"It was, very much," White-Rose signs. "And I am kindled now."
Faded-Dream leans in and kisses her forehead. "I am glad you enjoyed and received what you wished. I am sorry I broke your sister," he signs.
Ebony-Shadow rumbles. She's not privy to this part of the conversation since she's closed her eyes, about to doze off on top of Faded-Dream.
Faded-Dream rolls the darker Savanite off him so he can get up. "And I suppose I should depart and let you rest," he adds.
"You have others to visit," White-Rose signs. It's a statement.
"I do?" Faded-Dream signs. "Where?"
"I do not know," White-Rose signs, but points to Faded-Dream's crotch. The tattoo is pulsing on and off.
Faded-Dream looks down. "Does that imply here or elsewhere?" he signs. He has no idea what that means. Hopefully he'll go where he needs to?
"Probably not here," White-Rose signs.
Faded-Dream nods. "Well, I will have to see where I am drawn next, then," he signs as he does get up.
"Inala bless your path," White-Rose signs in an official sort of way. Is she giving him a blessing?
"And yours," Faded-Dream replies in kind. He bows, then heads to the door to leave. Before someone grabs him again!