Naltaibur had listened intently while Mavra related her plight to her, but her suggestion - that it would be okay for her to show her face to Uldric and the others - sent her into a rather mild panic. "Wh-what? Ohh, no, nonononono," Naltaibur said, almost immediately. "I... my skin... it's... I... it's tainted," she said at last, struggling for an explanation. "Letting them... letting them see would be like showing them the things I do down there. I don't think... I just... I don't think it's a good idea, Mavra..."
The demoness shrugged, but continued to smile as she replied; "Suit yourself. I don't think that they will find it particularly disconcerting, at least not any more disconcerting than they find me, but it is, ultimately your choice to make."
After some stretch of silence, when Naltaibur had calmed down again, she went back to Mavra's story. "'Last invasion'? Do you mean that thing that happened in Badaria, around... two years ago, I think?" she asked. She'd heard about that... she'd wanted to go - she remembered literally salivating while she imagined how much progress she could have made studying the effects of corruption from real, actual demons. Though, that hadn't really counted, since her drooling had been a side effect of one of her experimental brews she'd just tested. At any rate, her duties came first, and before she could even reconsider leaving, word had got to her that the whole thing had ended, somehow.
Mavra nodded, "Yes. I could no longer stomach being among my kin, particularly after what they had done to the people of that town. So, I fled, and eventually wound up here."
"...You know, when I met him up in the tower, he said something to me. 'You have chosen this place, and so this is where you belong. That is all that matters.' It's not any different for you, Mavra... and we're lucky to have someone as kind and caring as you among us." Naltaibur wrapped her arms around the demoness' waist and drew herself against her, cuddling up against her.
Mavra's smile became somewhat tight, but she hugged Naltaibur back all the same, and nodded slightly. "I suppose that that's true enough...." Her smile quickly returned to a more genuine version as she hugged the elven doctor harder. "Thank you..... I'm not used to people being so kind!"
One of her penises' heads ground far too pleasantly between her thighs as she shifted, and it twitched hard enough to pop out, tenting her thick clothing once again - another tingling inhalation of Mavra's scent helping to pitch it. "...Uhm, and as beautiful as you, too." Naltaibur added. "I'm sure it's nothing compared to how relieved you were, but, for what it's worth... I'm really glad he didn't disintegrate you, either, Mavra." She gave the demoness a kiss on her red cheek.
The demoness definitely took notice of Naltaibur's tent, and she smirked slightly as one of her hands glided along the doctor's thigh. After Naltaibur had planted a kiss upon her cheek, the demoness beamed and said; "Mmmmm..... I'd be happy to make you even more glad for it, if you like!" She giggled, but then screwed up her face into a frown and withdrew her hand, "Sorry, I usually try to stop myself from doing those sorts of things.... I'm just very comfortable with you, I think. That must be it."
If Mavra allowed her, she would stay like that - snuggled up against her, sitting in the cot - for the next several minutes. Eventually, though, she would have to broach her request. "...To be honest, there was a favor I needed to ask, Mavra."
"...Doraleous tasked me with tending to the survivors after he kills the monster in the sky, which he should be doing... soon. Tomorrow, I'm going to leave the church, and make for where it lands, which I think will be one of the forts along the wall. ...Would you please come with me? I have no doubt I can't handle them all alone... I was going to ask Uldric and his soldiers, just... not yet. I wanted you with me when I did..."
Despite her slip up, Mavra did remain in Naltaibur's embrace and continued to return it, keeping one arm wrapped around her while the other continued to glide back and forth across Naltaibur's leg. Her playful expression gradually returned in the moments of silence that followed, but she became completely serious again once Naltaibur began to speak. Mavra immediately nodded once Naltaibur had finished speaking, "Of course I'll come with you, Naltaibur. I couldn't let you face the dangers out there alone, particularly if the vessel from the sky comes down and all of the monsters that surely lie within come pouring out. You can count on my help, both then and when you ask the others to help you as well."
Naltaibur gave a little mental wince when she saw the look Mavra gave upon her mention of Doraleous' take on belonging. She supposed if the demoness had just fled, perhaps she felt she hadn't truly chosen here? Or maybe she just didn't feel like she belonged, despite Doraleous' stance. She supposed it had significantly less impact if one were to hear it second-hand. At any rate, she didn't pursue it further - both because it might be an unpleasant topic, and because she simply wanted to be close to her right now.
"Thank you, Mavra," Naltaibur said, simply, when the demon promised her help. After a while of simply holding her, smiling with content, Naltaibur's lips curled up at the ends in a sly little grin. "...You know..." one hand uncoiled from the demoness' waist to slide down to the red hand on her leg, taking it gently by the wrist. "You don't need to be sorry, Mavra. Especially not for offering to make me... u-uh... gladder," Naltaibur stuttered, botching up her attempt at sultriness. Nonplussed, she continued on, pulling Mavra's hand back up along her inner thigh, and then bringing up her other leg to hold it in place.
She sat up to whisper into Mavra's ear, eyelids heavy. "...I don't know how much time we have, so we shouldn't go too far... but, if you want... we could have a little... fun... right now." She gave a little lick to Mavra's earlobe, and bent down to kiss at her neck while she decided.
She really hoped she said yes - and that - as much as she wanted it dead - Doraleous held off on killing the invader overlord for at least the next few moments. If she did... Naltaibur planned on whispering the words for her pleasure spell into Mavra's ear, and then casting it on her with a nibble on her ear. She suspected it wouldn't help the mild throb she was feeling in her head... but that wasn't too much of a concern. She was sure that would be gone in the morning, anyway. She wondered - just what would an eargasm feel like?
After that, she would pull the demon into a kiss, and put her mutant tongue to work. She hadn't really been able to use that on her yet, had she...? Unless anything else came up, Naltaibur fully intended to continue on until Doraleous slew the monster in the sky. It'd be time to talk to Uldric and the others then... but right now, she had something much more fun to consider.
Naltaibur: HP = 45, PP = 53, EP = 49, Status = Fine
The demoness beamed at Naltaibur's thanks, "You're quite welcome. Mmm....." Mavra let out a pleased murmur as her hand was guided up Naltaibur's thigh, and it crept a bit closer to her covered shafts before it was caught between the physician's thighs. Despite her somewhat clumsily handled attempt at sounding sultry, Mavra still giggled gleefully in response.
Shivering slightly, Mavra let out an excited murmur as Naltaibur whispered into her ear, and then tilted her head to give Naltaibur an easier angel to nibble on the soft flesh of her neck. The decision wasn't long in the making, though Mavra allowed Naltaibur to continue for a short while as she let out constant coos of pleasure, before finally whispered back; "I'd like that."
The pleasurable murmurs coming from the demon beside her turned into an outright moan as Naltaibur whispered her magic into the woman's ear, the pleasure shooting all the way throughout her body, but was interrupted when Naltaibur pressed her lips against Mavra's. The demon's chest was puffed out, the tips of her breasts clearly excited as they were visible through her tight, fur lined jacket as her tongue began to dance with Naltaibur's mutated one. Mavra was quite plainly eager, but also seemed content to allow Naltaibur to take the lead this time, as the only action she took to further their lovemaking as to begin shifting her hand back and forth between Naltaibur's thighs, gradually closing in on her shafts as she also slowly leaned back and pulled the elven physician on top of her. As yet there had been no interruptions, and there were no signs that any were to come within the near future either.
Naltaibur never broke their kiss, too enraptured with Mavra's taste, wrapping the demon's tongue up and exploring every inch of it with her own. At last, when Mavra was pulling her on top of her, she pulled away.
Quickly, she pulled off her gloves again, dropping them on the floor next to her mask and hat. She gazed into the demon's eyes as she did, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. At last, she grabbed the hood that was tight around her head, and pulled it back, letting her hair free, shaking it out to surround her face. It was dyed black... but near her head, it showed through as a vivid orange-red.
A glance at the rest of Mavra's delectable body was all Naltaibur spared before she dove back in to lock lips with Mavra pushing her down into the cot. She gave the demoness' nipples a tweak - even at a glance, she saw them poking out, despite the heavy materials covering them - and then she ran her hands up to Mavra's shoulders, and then along her arms until she reached her hands. Naltaibur laced her fingers with Mavra's, their palms joined as their lips were.
Naltaibur wasn't sure how long they kissed like that, but eventually, she tried to shift her weight... but almost fell off. This cot was too narrow for them to be moving around much... and with her movement, her two cocks seemed to have changed position, too. They were straining rather uncomfortably against her clothes...
she pulled away, panting. "I'm...I'm going to do it right this time, Mavra," she said, moving back along the demoness' legs until she was looking at her groin. A small voice in the back of her head whispered doubts to her - weren't they moving too fast? Way too fast? Wasn't she just going to kiss for a while?? What if someone came in? She should at least take the time to lock the door... it was important to her that she do this 'right'. All the depraved things that happened to her and that she did... milking people or experiments for genetic material, getting raped by the giant, raping Subject Gemini's throat...
"I'm going to do this right, and then I'm going to give you all that energy you've used up. You'll never have to go empty like that as long as I'm with you, Mavra." All the depraved things she did... maybe she could make up for them now. Perhaps not in deed... but in spirit. If she could sate her demoness... if she could sate Mavra, perhaps it would make up at least in part for all the questionable things her laboratory required.
"...Unless you want to. Maybe. It looked like it felt really good when I filled you up that first time, after all," Naltaibur said, blushing violently. She wasn't going to stop her experiements... but, maybe if she had Mavra, she could keep making up for them, as well.
Naltaibur exposed Mavra's slit, pulled Mavra's trousers far down, and put her tongue to work, teasing the outsides before swiping at the inside - flicking at her button every few swipes. After a while, she looked up from her work into Mavra's eyes, and stuck her middle and index fingers into her mouth - getting them nice and wet, her eyes never leaving Mavra's.
She used those fingers on the demoness' backside, readying them for her cock, while her tongue worked at her pussy. Eventually, they were all prepared, and ready as they would ever be. Naltaibur rose up to look at Mavra, her hands on her thighs as she pushed herself up. "How would you like it?" Naltaibur asked, massaging Mavra as she waited for a response, her face glistening with juices.
Naltaibur: HP = 45, PP = 53, EP = 49, Status = Fine
Mavra puffed out her chest and moaned as Naltaibur tweaked the tips of her breasts, and then let out a low, disappointed moan as Naltaibur didn't repeat the motion. Despite her whine, however, Mavra still smiled as Naltaibur removed her hood and then dove back into the kiss, the beautiful demoness returning it just as passionately as she had before. When the elven doctor attempted to maneuver and very nearly fell off of the cot, in so doing freeing her members from between her legs and causing them to strain against her pants, Mavra gave a light giggle into their conjoined lips. She was smiling when Naltaibur broke the kiss again, and that expression turned devilish as she lowered her face to the woman's crotch. "There's more that I'm getting from this than just energy, Naltaibur... I like having sex with you!"
Her pants were easy enough to take off, and as Naltaibur's mouth descended upon Mavra's excited sex the demoness let out a low, deep moan. Her petals were already damp, and her clit was already visible from beneath its protective hood. Every motion of Naltaibur's agile tongue drew a moan of excitement from Mavra, who quickly lowered one of her hands onto the top of Naltaibur's head, running her fingers through her lover's black and red hair. With the added pressure upon her bottom, Mavra's moaning grew until it was a fevered pitch, and she let out another low whine as Naltaibur withdrew once more to ask her question.
Rather than answer with words, Mavra drew her shirt up and off, tossing it aside before kicking fully out of her pants. Now completely naked, the succubus flipped Naltaibur onto her back. Climbing on top of her, Mavra shared a brief but powerful kiss with Naltaibur, this time pressing her tongue into her lover's mouth, while she began to pull apart Naltaibur's fairly complicated outfit. As each piece was removed, Mavra slowly descended downward along Naltaibur's body, pausing briefly to suckle on each of Naltaibur's nipples and again to kiss her hips as the buckles holding up her trousers were undone. The mutated elf's twin cocks were finally freed from their prison within her pants as Mavra's lips rained kisses upon Naltaibur's waist, and the red skinned demoness looked up and met Naltaibur's eyes with her own as she slowly trailed downwards with her lips.
Before long, Mavra had reached her destination, and as Naltaibur's pants reached her knees the elven physician felt Mavra's hot breath over the tip of one of her cocks. Her disrobing of Naltaibur slowed then, one finger slowly tugging her pants down while her other hand wrapped Naltaibur's other cock and began to slowly and gently stroke it. It was when Mavra's lips wrapped around the head of her cock that Naltaibur felt the first bits of her soul being drained from her, the sensation pleasurable and exciting all on its own. As her pants were slowly slid down toward her ankles, Mavra continued to tease Naltaibur by lightly sucking and licking the head of one cock while stroking the other, all the while taking tiny sips from the elf's soul. She only kept the teasing up until Naltaibur's pants had reached halfway between her knees and her ankles, however.
When that barrier was reached, firstly, Mavra stopped lowering Naltaibur's pants, leaving them hanging for a moment. Secondly, her head bobbed down until her lips were pressed against Naltaibur's mound, taking in every inch of her hardened rod all at once, and she began to go up and down rapidly while her stroking became even more intense. Not once had she broken eye contact with Naltaibur, and she kept doing the same motion for a full minute before she began to tug Naltaibur's pants downwards again, moving at a painfully slow rate in comparison to her rapid stroking and bobbing. She didn't allow Naltaibur to cum, however, and whenever the elf might have felt herself approaching her limit the demoness would pull back, resuming her slow teasing until Naltaibur had cooled back down enough that she wouldn't burst immediately upon more potent stimulation before resuming her rapid foreplay.
It took almost five minutes to get Naltaibur's pants off, and by the end of it she found herself more aroused than she had ever thought it was even possible for a person to be. Finally as naked as Mavra, however, Naltaibur found her lover pulling her mouth and hands away as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and lining up both of Naltaibur's excited members against her holes. "You don't mind if I'm on top, do you? Don't worry, I'm sure that we have enough time to enjoy ourselves properly."
Naltaibur couldn't keep herself from staring - quite intently - as Mavra pulled off her shirt. She questioned if she even could have pulled herself away from the sight of the demoness' beautiful, round red breasts freeing themselves, or the rest of her toned, perfect stomach revealing itself to her, if she wanted to. Of course, she didn't want to... she had no reason not to stare, now. She relished the sight with gusto.
She let the demoness flip her over as well, noting the heat left over from her body in the tiny bed. As Mavra began her ministrations, Naltaibur started to run her fingers through the demoness' long black hair, as she had done, before bumping her hand into one of her horns. She played with that for awhile, rubbing it with her fingertips... though, she felt kind of silly. Those probably didn't have much feeling, did they...? Eventually, she grew tired of that, and started running her hands up and down Mavra's back, feeling her toned muscle and skin, the sprouting of hair above her neck, and the plumpness of her bottom.
Naltaibur proved to be a very quiet lover. From the way her legs squirmed and how she bit her lip, though, it wasn't hard for Mavra to tell she was enjoying herself. When Mavra sucked the head of one of her cocks into her mouth, however, she could remain silent no longer - a sharp gasp accompanying her eyes going wide.
Mavra's mouth was too much for her, and every few bobs on her cock produced another moan. But that wasn't all - Mavra's hand on her other organ ensured she had absolutely no time to rest, and the tiny zaps of electric arousal that came when the crimson woman siphoned at the energy of her soul amplified it all. The sensation excited Naltaibur... but, she could tell she was holding back. She was anticipating when Mavra finally began drink in earnest - dangerous or not, it was an amazing feeling.
Lost in her sensations and the mesmerizing sight of Mavra's violet eyes gazing up at her as she sucked on her length, she wasn't prepared for what happened next. Suddenly, the succubus pushed herself all the way down Naltaibur's dick - and then did it again, and again, while her hand worked her other shaft even harder. The doctor spasmed, her legs quivering, one hand flying to grip the cot's frame, while the other flew out to the side. Her head flew backwards, and her eyes glazed over in pleasure as she stared, eyes wide open, and yet unseeing - blind with sexual bliss. Naltaibur moaned.
Loudly.
When she regained control of herself, she clapped a hand against her mouth, and, when that couldn't keep her as quiet as she wanted, she bit down on her knuckles, clenching her jaw to help bear it. She wasn't sure how long she could take it... so... good...
At last, Mavra stopped. She had barely any time to recover when she started again, and she was even closer to the edge when she stopped that time. She didn't think she would last another... but she did...
By the time Mavra was done with her, Naltaibur was so drunk with pleasure she could barely even see straight. Her cocks throbbed and ached for release, and she wanted it so badly... she was almost certain she wouldn't stop for anything, right now. She dragged them against Mavra's bottom, lining them up. ...Rather poorly, unfortunately, but the demoness could probably help with that.
Mavra asked her something. What...? Oh. "N-no... you can be on, on top..." she slurred, the state she was in making it difficult to speak. "But... lemme say one thing, first..."
"T'ank you. Iknow 'ma good doctor... but, Immeans a lot t'me that m' import'nt t'you fer... fer summin' else."
Gathering up her willpower, Naltaibur made herself focus long enough to cast the spell of her own design she liked so much - siphoning power from her core, even, to boost it's effect. She would have plenty of time to recover, after all - and all that mattered to her right now was feeling good, and making Mavra feel incredible.
She touched her thumb to Mavra's button, speaking the final word and discharging the spell, setting Mavra's nerves alight with sexual energy. Without pause, she began to massage the crimson beauty's clit, still sensitive from the spell, and gave a little prod upwards, with her shafts. "Cummon, Mavvra. Wh'n we'r done, standin's gunna be a prob'lm." Though her unusual body was already flushed deep with arousal, Naltaibur managed to get her blush even darker with that lewd declaration.
In the back of Naltaibur's mind ran a thought - getting fucked senseless was awesome.
Level 2 Stimulate, if that's important!
Also I didn't think it was gonna be this long fuuuuuck.
Naltaibur: HP = 45, PP = 53, EP = 49, Status = Fine
As she dragged her twin cocks against her demonic lover's sex and ass, Mavra quickly grabbed them and lined them up properly before sinking down an inch or so, taking Naltaibur's cocks into her incredibly tight holes. She paused from taking them in all the way as Naltaibur began to speak, her slurred words causing the beautiful demoness to smirk and raise an inquisitive brow. "Oh, what might you have for-" Mavra's words became a low moan as Naltaibur's fingers pressed against her clit, causing a burst of magic to enter her sensitive nub.
The demon's violet eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and after only a few moments of Naltaibur's finger motions she sunk down onto Naltaibur's cocks, taking in every inch of both rods into her ass and pussy. Without wasting another moment, Mavra rose up until only the heads of Naltaibur's members remained inside of her, and then slammed back down with enough force to send ripples running across her soft bottom, all while her inner walls clenched tightly around Naltaibur's rods. She only had to repeat the motion once before it was too much for the mutated night elf, the pleasure provided by her soft folds and amplified by the excitement caused by Mavra feasting upon her soul finally granted Naltaibur the release that her body had so desperately craved. Mavra didn't stop her wild bucking as Naltaibur started filling her up with cum, her hips rolling and shaking as she road out her partner's release, and the added pleasure only allowed Mavra to feed more deeply upon Naltaibur's spiritual energy.
Mavra didn't take long to follow Naltaibur, however, as barely a minute after the night elf below her had climaxed she herself reached her peak, her inner walls tightening and spasming rapidly as she came. When she had come down from her climax, Mavra collapsed onto Naltaibur, her pillowy breasts cushioning her fall as her mouth opened and pressed against Naltaibur's in a deep, powerful kiss. Her shafts were still embedded inside of Mavra, and the demoness only gave her a moment to rest before her hips began to roll and buck in an effort to milk more pleasure out of her, the drain of her energy finally leaving her too weak to even move very much as Mavra continued to pound into her.
The demoness broke the kiss and rose up a few moments later, impaling herself fully and beginning to grind down upon Naltaibur's cocks. The grip upon her shafts gradually grew tighter and tighter as Mavra soared toward her second peak, and Naltaibur felt her own release rising once more in time with it. Only a short while later, Naltaibur and Mavra came together in near perfect unison, Mavra's mercilessly tight holes milking out the last dregs of both her seed and her essence as they spasmed rhythmically around her lengths. A few moments later, as they basked in the afterglow once more, Naltaibur couldn't keep a hold on her consciousness any more, and darkness overcame her vision.
~~~~~~~~~
When she came back to her sense, Naltaibur found herself still naked, and with Mavra lying on top of her, breathing soundly into her neck and seemingly asleep. She didn't have a headache this time, but she still felt mildly exhausted, and it took her somewhat groggy mind to recognize what had awoken her. A thunderbolt clapped above, and a flash came in through the small window, lighting up the otherwise dark room. A sense of vast, immeasurable power filled Naltaibur's magical senses, but the aura was potent enough that even a layman could probably have detected it.
Doraleous was set to begin his demolition any moment, and Naltaibur had been caught with her pants not merely down, but off.
It seemed suddenly waking up to darkness was rapidly becoming a current theme to her existence... though, this time, there was something heavy against Naltaibur. Heavy and warm. And... soft.
Naltaibur woke with her arms wrapped around Mavra, holding her tight and keeping her safe, as if she were priceless treasure. After she'd came the first time, Naltaibur remembered having trouble focusing her eyes, and everything had gone blurry. To her lust-clouded mind, then, Mavra might have been the only thing in the world. Had she reached up to hold her while she was asleep as well? She remembered barely even being able to move, once the demoness now fast asleep on top of her had really gone to work on her...
A reddish hue tinged the elf's charcoal skin, as she remembered her what she'd said to Mavra. After that wave of embarrassment passed, though... she lifted up both her legs, waving them around in the darkness of the room. ...Kinda stiff, but... not too bad, really.
The elf felt a cool breeze on her arms... and legs... and... oh god, she was still naked. As she pondered the facts that both standing wasn't going to be a problem, and that her mutated skin was completely exposed, a bright flash and a massive wave of sheer magical might lit up the dark room. It had finally begun...
She wanted to keep her word and make Mavra cum some more... but she also wanted to finally see that thing fall out of the sky, dead. Hopefully on fire, as lightning tended to do to things. She also wanted to get dressed, lest Uldric or one of the others take this time to come get her, and find her exposed.
In the end, though, despite the waves of power coming from outside, the great events of history in her reach of viewing, the return of a god to slay a great invader, to protect his people - she decided that she didn't want to disturb her darling demon just yet. She looked so peaceful. What would it matter to bear witness to it, anyway? She knew it was happening. It wouldn't change anything, her watching it crash. It wouldn't change who would emerge from that thing's smoldering corpse. They would be off to help in the morning. Mavra was what mattered to her, right now, and Mavra was sleeping. And, with the task waiting for them, who knew when she would have another moment like this?
And possibly ambulatory. Though the thunder - or the massive crash - might wake her up shortly, Naltaibur decided to have some fun. She put her hands on the demoness' thighs, and recited her spell in her mind again. She would have to be very gentle with it - she didn't want Mavra to wake up, after all - but perhaps a little more stimulation would give her a pleasant tinge to whatever dreams the demon was having right now. She doubted she'd have the time to get her to cum again just from this, but she could always solve that later.
Naltaibur: HP = 45, PP = 53, EP = 49, Status = Fine
(Oh yeah, I forgot, Naltaibur gets herself a fancy new mutation. That should put her up to 6, also making her Warped. You also get to pick a new succubus power since the Talent went from granting 2 powers to granting 3.)
Mavra murmured in her sleep and snuggled against Naltaibur as she moved her legs, the darkness of the room lighting up several more times as flashes of lightning preceded deep cracks of thunder. The demoness nuzzled her head against Naltaibur's shoulder, her tiny horns rubbing almost painfully against Naltaibur's multicolored skin, but then went still again. Her cocks had slipped out of the woman's body at some point and gone soft, but with Mavra's intoxicating scent so close and her warm, soft body pressing down upon Naltaibur it would take very little for Naltaibur to get herself hard again.
As Naltaibur's magic sent pleasure tingling up the demon's body, however, the woman stirred further, shivering with pleasure and letting out a light murmur. Another spell delicately laced into her being, and the demoness murmured again and squirmed lightly before going still. Naltaibur cast her spell again and again, causing Mavra to grow increasingly excited even though she remained asleep. It was a difficult balance to maintain, causing the girl just enough pleasure but not causing her to awaken, but Naltaibur pulled it off for long enough.
After a few moments during which the sense of power around them continued to rise, she felt Mavra's unconscious form shudder atop her, and a spray of her juices coated Naltaibur's bare members as she came from the magical stimulation. Moaning in her sleep, Mavra had begun to writhe sensually on top of Naltaibur, and after a moment more her glowing eyes fluttered open. The demoness seemed confused by her own arousal for a moment, but then smirked down at Naltaibur and kissed her heavily on the lips, her tongue moving past Naltaibur's lips and playing with her own serpentine appendage for a moment.
When she pulled away from the kiss a moment later, Mavra was out of breath, but still managed to huskily whisper; "You're insatiable.... Are you ready to go again already?" She felt the woman's tail snake down and wrap around one of her members, testing to see how hard it was. Before she could speak further, however, a loud crack of thunder sounded just above the church. "It's happening, isn't it?" Mavra asked with concern in her voice, "Should we.... Go and watch? The others will be frightened?"
The choice between going another round with Mavra, and going outside to watch Doraleous bring down the abomination in the sky was before her. Her lover didn't seem to obviously prefer one option over the other, so the decision rested solely with her. If they wanted to see what was going on outside, however, they would have to go immediately.
Naltaibur was once more subjected to Mavra's intoxicating scent, and combined with the beautiful woman squirming and panting on top of her, the doctor found her twin poles ready for action once more after three or four workings of her magic. Naltaibur giggled when she felt the demon gush on her with her orgasm, staring up at her as she puzzled out just what happened with her own green eyes. "Enjoy your nap?" she asked slyly.
She returned the demon's kiss when she gave it, pushing her own lips up to meet Mavra's, though she wasn't nearly as aggressive with it as she had been before. Her hands worked on massaging where they had rested on Mavra's thighs, roaming a little further up or down as Naltaibur's whim took them, stroking her inner thighs and giving her firm ass a good squeeze.
When she opened her mouth to reply to Mavra's question, though, Naltaibur was cut off by Doraleous' Thunder, practically right over head. Looking a little crestfallen, she shook her head. "Perhaps we should go look," she said instead. She had a sudden feeling that Doraleous was everywhere around them, using that lightning to tell them to get up.
Once Marva let her up, Naltaibur got up and dressed - quickly pulling on her trousers and robe, though not given how long she'd delayed, she opted to just cover up, not securing any of her things as well as they normally would have been. She needed to hurry... Snatching up her hat and mask but not putting them on - intending to hide her face with them should they run into any of the others - she hurried out the door with Mavra, eager to see what had transpired.
WE PHEROMONES NOW. I'll have to get glowy eyes later, for green glowy mask eyes.
Naltaibur: HP = 45, PP = 53, EP = 49, Status = Fine
Mavra bit her lip and closed her eyes, her hips gyrating slightly so that her nether lips just barely brushed against the head of one of Naltaibur's cocks, and the demoness let out a light moan that might have been a sigh. "Yeah. I guess you're right, we should go and see," she finally said after a moment, and climbed off of Naltaibur before helping her up. As Naltaibur dressed herself, Mavra did the same, and since the elven physician decided not to secure herself fully they were done at about the same time. "You'd better put your mask on if you don't want anyone to see what you look like underneath it, we have to go past the room where everyone else is staying in order to get outside."
The two of them left the room where the fallen had been cordoned off for Mavra to care for, and headed for the main room where Uldric and the majority of the others were staying. They found the group much as they'd left them, though the three soldiers now stood with weapons in hand and nervous looks in their eyes, and the woman were huddled a little bit closer together. It had gotten much colder over the last few moments, and as Uldric turned toward them following their entrance they could see the old priests breath. Out of the corner of her eyes, Naltaibur couldn't help but note the reactions of all those around her upon seeing the obviously demonic Mavra, Gloria and Margaret recoiling slightly while Aluwin, Caden, and Jax clutched their swords just a little bit harder and tensed for battle. "Naltaibur, Mavra, what are you doing here? Do either of you know what's going on? A storm like this is unusual this time of year, and we feared some new devilry on the part of the creatures plaguing Therion," Uldric said urgently, but Mavra quickly replied; "All will be explained, but first we need to go outside. There is something that all of us must witness."
The priest looked confused, but after a moment he nodded and said; "Alright, come everyone, get something warm on and lets go outside and see what's going on." The women in the corner simply got to work, and Jax and Caden did the same after a moment's hesitation, but Aluwin didn't move for a moment before saying; "Why should we do anything that that demon says? She could be leading us out there so those monsters can kill us all!" His men froze at the man's words, but before the situation could devolve further Father Uldric calmly and quietly said; "I trust Mavra with my life, and you owe me yours. Now shut up and get your coat on." The man hesitated for another moment before complying, and all eight of them were outside about a minute later.
The sense of power had built in steady pulses as the group dallied, but they arrived in time to see the important portions of the display. Though they were far from the golden tower that marked Therion's heart, all of them could both see and feel it glowing with magical energy, several halos of light marking bursts of pure, unadulterated power flowing up its length to a figure that slowly grew. After a few moments, Naltaibur recognized the form of Doraleous floating above the tower, his weapons in his hands and just as magnified as he seemed to be.
The thunder god vanished suddenly just as the last rays of daylight vanished, giving way to darkness broken only by the bolts of lightning that followed. A brilliant flash lit up the whole of the sky and held for several seconds, during which the bottom of the floating monstrosity was scarred with a long line of lightning bolts from the man shaped figure now hovering below it. The thunder god's shining sword rose and fell in an arc, and the flash briefly intensified to blinding heights before darkness came again. There was a pause that spanned only a few heartbeats, but that seemed like an eternity, and then a tremendous crash, not of thunder but of impact, rocked the whole of the city, including those standing beside the church of the deity putting on this display and another long burst of lightning tore at the top of the creature, this time setting it alight as thunder boomed and the wind howled.
The flashes revealed that all of the massive tentacles that had writhed from the side of the floating abomination were gone, severed cleanly from the beast, and as the lightning faded the orange glow of the flames along its top indicated that the thing had begun listing to the side. Another burst of lightning against the thing's burning top half revealed the figure of Doraleous once more, and this time he raised the hammer in his hands and brought it down. A single massive bolt of pure white lightning tore straight through the creature from the point of impact and struck against the streets below, but that wasn't where the brunt of the damage came from. The force of the impact had caused the entire creature to deform and shake like a titanic piece of jello, and ruptures appeared all over its body as the internal stresses of the force dissipating caused the thing to very nearly fall apart in mid air.
As darkness descended once more, the orange glow of the flames along the top of the abomination allowed them to track its drift over Therion as it seemed to be moving toward the merchant's section. For a full minute, nothing further seemed to happen, but the sense of power warned that the thunder god wasn't finished yet. A final crackle of thunder and burst of lightning against the creature's already scarred underbelly revealed the magnificent figure of Doraleous already hurtling upwards at tremendous speeds, hammer and sword held low just before the former came up and slammed into its target. A shockwave of such force that it almost knocked Naltaibur and her associates over rushed across the city, and several crashes beneath the thunder suggested that some damaged buildings might have collapsed. The abomination in the sky shook and recoiled from the titanic strike, rising at least a hundred feet up and squeezing together from the sheer force of the blow, and it was at the apex of that arch that the thunder god's sword came up and slashed across, never touching the floating creature but cutting it nonetheless.
Darkness came then, and the sense of power diminished. All the same, however, Naltaibur knew that another strike was not needed. There was a tremendous thud as the back half of the monster slid off and landed first, and then burning corpse of the abomination that had brought the invasion to Therion fell upon the city a few moments later, plummeting straight to the ground as whatever magic had allowed it to float failed completely. The winds faded, but the cold and the snowy rain remained. A single bolt of lightning revealed that the sky above the city of Therion was clear once more save for the dark storm clouds, Doraleous having made good on his promise. The group assembled around Naltaibur were speechless, even Mavra caught up in the moment and staring up at the stormy sky with a look of awe upon her face. It was up to Naltaibur to break the awe-born stupor that had come over her companions.
Seeing sense in Mavra's suggestion, Naltabur took a quick peek out the door, and found the hall bare, as it seemed to usually be. So, instead of wasting precious more time securing her mask in place Naltaibur hurriedly affixed her mask in place to cover her face as the pair hurried down it into the main room Uldric, Gloria and their warriors stayed in. She figured the dark would be sufficient to keep her undress and her changed body unnoticed, but she supposed it was better safe than sorry.
In the priest's quarters, she saw the room seem to tense after they made their appearance - had her freakish countenance been exposed, somehow? Everything should have been covered... she didn't feel a draft... and, while the sisters might have been taken aback from her appearance, surely Aluwin and his men wouldn't draw steel on her for it?
Mavra answered Uldric's question before she could say anything, and while she was sorting out their reaction, Aluwin's accusation was put down by Uldric before she could say anything as well - though she stepped in front of the demoness, and was about to say something in her defense before Uldric responded.
She knew Mavra made them uncomfortable... but to think they would attack her? It made Naltaibur feel all the more guilty that she chose to hide away her true form, unlike Mavra. Her green-and-purple-laced skin might not carry the same stigma Mavra's demonic hide did, but it was still... different. If they started treating her like that... and, worse yet, they might have tried to blame Mavra for that, she reasoned to herself. 'She seduced the night elf, and now the night elf is corrupted! Damn that vile demon!'
She couldn't let them think that of her... even if it was true. Sorta. She'd have to explain how her strange skin came about... maybe even her two penises? It would be hard to explain how she was compelled into raping a woman's throat...
As everyone started to gather their things, she ran back to Mavra's room to grab her belt holding her weapons. She'd thought to perhaps look out a window, or something... she didn't want to get jumped and end up defenseless, after all - though, she wasn't much of a fighter... and she might as well be unarmed, for all the good her weapons would do her against another giant. She tried not to think that she might need her weapons to protect Mavra from the mercenaries, and as they made their way outside, she tried her best to keep herself between the demoness and their warriors.
Out in the cold, Naltaibur huddled against Mavra for warmth - her thick clothing didn't as help much, after all, when she wore them loosely, as she was - and looked up Tower Goldspike, to see Doraleous, hovering up above it and growing in size, magical power pulsing up through the tower to him, and despite how far he was, she could still feel his power. His appearance to her in the bell tower had been nothing, compared to this... was this what it was to be a god?
That thing could have been well over a mile in size, those tentacles were so long, but it wasn't so much a battle as it was an execution. White arcs of lightning lit up the night as they lit up the invader - one massive bolt struck it through, and suddenly all those tentacles were gone, and it was plummeting to the ground, on fire. Yet another massive hit, and Naltaibur was almost thrown off her feet, too enraptured in watching the beast die to ready herself for it. Falling, she grabbed Mavra for support... though that probably wasn't as much help to her as it was detriment to the demon's own balance.
Then, there was a final cut, and the power permeating the city dissipated. Naltaibur watched the thing plummet to the ground, and when it was finally over and all that was left was the dark and the icy wind, she broke their stunned silence. "Let's get back inside," she shouted over the wind.
Once they were out of the cold - relatively, anyway; without a fire, the church was only better in that there was no wind or snow in it - she looked over her little group. Mavra, Uldric, Gloria and her fellow sister, and Aluwin and his men. Even if she took into consideration the men and women she'd patched up earlier, who she wasn't even sure would be in proper shape to help, she was fairly sure her little group numbered little more than a dozen...
"In the tower... Doraleous spoke to me, told me he would slay that thing in the sky. He has done so, as you all just saw," she said to the assembled group. There was a little pause before she continued. "...He also tasked me with tending to the abducted Therionians that made it out of the thing's corpse. ...It's too dark to do anything now, lest we - I - stumble into any of that thing's monsters still roaming the city, but at first light, I'll be leaving to see what I can do. I'll need help. ...Please, help me."
She wanted to mention Mavra's own tasking from the thunder god, but... well, if Mavra hadn't said anything of it, she wouldn't either. It wasn't her secret to reveal... though, Naltaibur did reach out with her mind to Mavra. Will you tell them about what Doraleous asked of you, as well? she thought to her.
Regardless of their answer, afterwards, she would go up to the bell tower once again - casting the spell to protect from falling, in case the stairs gave out again - to survey the city and the monster's landing zone, to get an idea of where they might be able to set up a refugee zone. She also looked to see if she could see any remnants of the grey monsters scurrying about - the giants, in particular. They seemed like they'd be hard to miss.
If Doraleous had been right, and it had landed near a fort on the walls they could attempt to occupy, they might be able to build a safezone... but otherwise... She planned to use another spell from a school she didn't specialize in, to help her with the dark of the night. "Cat's Eyes", they called it...
If they elected to join her, Mavra, Uldric, and Aluwin were all welcome to, and Naltaibur would cast both Gliding Winds and Cat's Eyes on them as well. She expected Aluwin or Uldric might have valuable insights as to what to do. Mavra seemed to be full of surprises - perhaps her unique experiences in her home realm might lend her some advice now?
Naltaibur herself was tempted to avoid the open streets and all the enemies that might be in them by going through Therion's sewers... but, just as the dark kept them from leaving now, the dark in the sewers could well prove dangerous to them. That, and sanitation for any injured would certainly be compromised after a trek through all that muck. And they'd lose out on scavenging supplies along the way, or meeting others they could attempt to persuade to their cause...
She would have to return in the morning, as well, to see if anything had changed...
Naltaibur: HP = 45, PP = 53, EP = 49, Status = Fine
When she returned from retrieving her weapons, Naltaibur found Mavra standing in the corner of the room unharmed, the mercenaries paying her little heed beyond a cautious gaze. The demoness offered the now armed Naltaibur a brief smile, and then they were on their way outside, into the cold and dark to watch a god bring his wrath upon the attackers of Therion. Whatever hostility some of their group might have held for the demon among them, it was quickly forgotten as the crowd watched the thunder god's display, which was probably a good thing considering how heavily she was clinging to Mavra. She and the demoness both went down on the icy ground, but Mavra managed to soften their landing enough that it didn't hurt too bad.
That managed to shake Aluwin, the nearest of the mercenaries, from his stupor long enough for him to help the both of them up, only hesitating slightly upon touching Mavra. He was the first to nod at Naltaibur's suggestion that they go back inside, but Uldric didn't move at first. Instead, he said; "I'll be inside in a moment," and remained standing in place, looking out at the darkened sky as sleet began to fall from the bloated clouds. Jax, upon hearing the old priest's words, stopped and turns toward him, waiting for the old man as the rest filed inside.
Whether she waited for Uldric and Jax to come in and join them before speaking or not, there was naught but gaping at her as she announced that she'd met a god, and explained the task that Doralous had given to her. Aluwin was the first to speak even if Uldric was present; "On any other day, I wouldn't have believed a word of it, but after that.... We're in, my men and I. Even if you are crazy, I can't deny what I just saw, and if anyone came down in that thing they're probably going to need help." Caden (and Jax if he was present) nodded in agreement, while Gloria and the older woman both looked concerned. It was the frail girl whom Naltaibur had rescued from the aliens that spoke up next, however; "I don't know how helpful I could be, but if people are out there, those monsters are probably going to be going after them. They'll need protection and succor after all that's happened, and if we can help even a few people, it'll be worth it." The other woman hesitated for a moment and then added; "We'll do all that we can, doctor."
If Naltaibur hadn't waited for them, Uldric and Jax returned a moment after that, and once the priest was aware of the situation he said; "I am ready to perform any task set forth by the Thunderlord, no matter the danger." Mavra had already given her assent, but upon her mental contact the demoness replied; 'What task are you referring to? Caring for you? They don't need to know about that.'
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The invader's corpse was huge, but the flames that had coated its top half were largely gone by the time Naltaibur reached the top of the tower, having gone alone as the others elected to prepare for the journey that was to take place the next day. Her second spell helped, but with the howling wind she was freezing and her eyes watered heavily with tears that threatened to freeze as they trailed down her cheeks. The towers of one of the guard forts scattered throughout the city were visible in the distance only a short ways from the crash sight, only a few blocks from the crashed alien vessel. The surrounding streets were all very badly damaged, many of the buildings already collapsed or on fire, but the fort and the buildings nearest to it were all fairly intact. Even with her magically enhanced vision, she couldn't make out any movement nearby, either near the church or near the crash sight.
Try as she might, Naltaibur couldn't keep her footing in the face of Doraleous' immense display of power. "Oomph - S-sorry, Mavra," she said as they both went down. At the very least, she managed not to stab her lover with her mask's beak.
Naltaibur waited for Uldric and Jax to join them before making her request. She might as well wait, so as not to repeat herself, after all.
"Thank you... thank you all, so much," she said, once they had given her their support. "This... this shall be our first step towards rebuilding Therion." To Mavra, she gave a mental nod, before withdrawing her telepathic link, lest she wake up tomorrow with a headache even worse than the one she already anticipated. It was Mavra's secret to keep, regardless of whether or not what she thought of it - that Aluwin and his men, and Gloria, and her fellow sister would trust her more readily, if they knew she had spoken to him as well - she chose to keep that to herself, just as Naltaibur chose to keep her appearance a secret, as well. That, and Mavra hadn't told of her secret, so she had an obligation to do the same.
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When Naltaibur returned from the bell tower (closing the trap door and locking the inner door this time - they really didn't need any more of that draft sucking away what precious little heat they had) she was hugging herself tightly, trying to warm up. The day was finally starting to catch up with her... despite the exceptional amount of time she'd spent today blacked out, she was feeling exhausted. She decided to loiter around in the room Uldric and the others had taken to staying in, for a while - shaking each of their hands and thanking them again. She then told them all of the fort near the crash site, where she expected would be the best destination for them. Seeing her city like that hurt... but... it would be alright. They could rebuild it. Though the lives that had been lost could never be replaced, but... what little consolation it was, she knew that in time, her city would be as good as it ever had been.
When she got to Gloria, she kneeled down at the side of the bed again. "Thank you for helping me as well, Gloria," she started. "...Are you still feeling alright? Are there any other wounds I could heal for you?" This girl... she was her own, personal victory over those evil gray bastards. They might have raped her, and they might have gained that little victory over her mind when she let her control over Subject Gemini slip... they might have killed her friends and patients... but this girl, she had saved.
"And how about you, Madam... Margaret, was it?" Naltaibur asked the other sister. "I'm sorry, we haven't had much time to talk, have we."
She could feel her eyelids drooping... she would only be able to keep this up a little longer before she passed out. She wanted to just curl up on top of Mavra and go to sleep.
Naltaibur: HP = 45, PP = 53, EP = 49, Status = Fine
(Gloria and the other woman aren't sisters, either in the sense of being related or as followers of Doraleous.)
Those she would lead the following day seemed to be in relatively high spirits as Naltaibur loitered among them, though Mavra had already vanished, no doubt returning to her own rooms where she maintained the two fallen captives they had. The mercenaries simply nodded at Naltaibur's report of the location of the fort, while Uldric offered; "Perhaps we could use it as a safe place to take those we rescue?"
Gloria, rather than lying down, was sitting in the corner of the room with some knitting supplies lying all about her, as she was seemingly making clothing out of some cloth that she'd gotten from somewhere. When the doctor asked about her wellbeing, Gloria smiled and shook her head as she replied; "No, I'm alright. I'm feeling really well actually! You don't have to worry about me at all!" She seemed in higher spirits than ever, and Naltaibur couldn't detect any attempts at deception in her.
When Naltaibur addressed the other woman, who was sitting beside Gloria and attempting to help her, she smiled somewhat more hesitantly than her counterpart and said; "Oh I'm alright doctor, and I quite understand. You've been very busy helping the wounded and the ill, I am unhurt and wouldn't think to take up any of your time with idle chit chat, at least not in a time like this. I would like to thank you, not only for all the work that you've done but for bringing Gloria to us! She's been delightful to have around, and she's made me feel much better even after everything that has happened so far."
None of the others seemed to have much to say, Aluwin and the other mercenaries thanking Naltaibur for healing the man who's lost his limb but not having much else to add beyond that. With her group seemingly alright, there seemed little else to do besides return to the room where Mavra was no doubt waiting for her. When she opened the door, Naltaibur was treated to the pleasant sight of the demoness lying on her side on the cot, her clothing folded neatly to the side. Holding up her horned head with one hand, the nude red skinned beauty gave Naltaibur a coy smile and said; "Hello Naltaibur. Would you like me to help you get to sleep?"
The doctor nodded in response to Uldric's suggestion. "That's what I was thinking. A nice fortified place like that would be a good place to set up in and let any refugees we take in recover."
It made Naltaibur happy to see her rescuee so cheerful, despite the horrible fate she had almost met earlier that day - thinking of it still gave her the chills. After finding the duo as well as the rest of those gathered there fine, Naltaibur made her way over to the door, and unsuccessfully stifled a yawn before tipping her hat to the room. "Well, goodnight, everyone," she said. She was really tired.
She yawned twice more between leaving them and getting to Mavra's room. When she opened the door, she found the demoness waiting for her - unclothed and everything. She stood in the doorway, silent, devouring Mavra's figure with her eyes... until she snapped out of it. With a yawn.
Oh, God... at any other time the answer would have been "yes, definitely" without hesitation. Mavra... she had a perfect body, and she was such a good girl... kind, dedicated. Righteous, even. But, right now, she just wanted to rest... her eyelids felt heavy, and her vision was beginning to swim. She had to be in top form tomorrow. And besides... they'd already done it so much. And they'd just met! She couldn't shake that feeling off, it seemed - shouldn't they be trying to take it slower? Naltaibur opened her mouth to say as much.
"Yes, please."
...Darn. Well, this was good too.
Naltaibur shut the door behind her, eyeing the two others in the room with them. She didn't know what they would do with them tomorrow - but she didn't think she could think up anything right now anyway, so instead, she started taking off everything, to join Mavra in her nudity. Her patience was far too short right now to take the time folding her clothing as Mavra had done, though... she left them in a heap on the floor, putting her mask and hat right on top, with her big robe off to the side. She figured they could use it as a blanket, or something. It was damned cold right now - Doraleous had made sure of that.
Climbing on top of Mavra - carefully, so they didn't tip over - Naltaibur wasted no time in giving the demoness' belly button a kiss, and then gave her a full-body lick as she climbed up to lay with Mavra. She dragged her lengthy tongue all they way up - through the valley made by Mavra's breasts, up the side of her neck, and ending at her lips, where she gave the red-skinned beauty a deep kiss. Another yawn pulled her out of that... she briefly considered just falling asleep there, using the demon as a pillow, but then mentally berated herself. She'd forced herself into consciousness for a myriad of things far less pleasant than this - research in her lab, studying during her Academy days - surely she could keep herself up for another session of fun with this stunner?!
"What did you have in mind, Mavra? Warm cookies and milk? Perhaps a lullaby?" Naltaibur asked, grinning back at the demoness and stroking her luscious red inner thigh as she asked.
Naltaibur: HP = 45, PP = 53, EP = 49, Status = Fine
(Naltaibur gains 4 exp and may spend such now if she wants. She also takes another mutation from Mavra's constant assaults upon her penis...es.)
The two corrupted in the room were still out cold, exhaustion having claimed them some hours ago and not yet let them go. That left Naltaibur functionally alone with her demon, who watched her disrobe with a coy smile. When the elven doctor laid on top of her, Mavra quickly laid down on her back, and giggled appropriately as Naltaibur's lips and tongue worked their way up her body starting at her navel. When she reached the valley formed by her full breasts Mavra puffed her chest out and draw her arms tightly against her sides, pressing her soft bosom more firmly against Naltaibur's face. The lick up the side of her neck drew an aroused moan from the demoness, and she responded to the kiss that Naltaibur started by sending her tongue out to meet Naltaibur's between their mouths and dance a lustful dance.
When Naltaibur broke the kiss with a yawn, however, Mavra looked up at her with an amused expression. When she asked what the demoness had in mind, she giggled again and then flipped over so that Naltaibur was beneath her. Planting a kiss similar to the one that Naltaibur's exhaustion had just ended prematurely, Mavra pulled away slightly and said; "Just lie back and relax!" She started a trail of kisses that mirrored the one that Naltaibur had made up her body only moments ago, but moving in reverse, her eventual destination clear after only a moment's thought.
The demon's hands found Naltaibur's twin shifts before her mouth did, and her lips traced a slow half circle around Naltaibur's belly button while her hands stroked both shafts to life at once. When she was fully erect, Mavra moved her kisses from Naltaibur's belly to the head of one of her shafts, slathering the sensitive tip in attention using her lips and occasionally giving it little licks with her tongue, stroking both of her cocks all the while. The pleasure mounting was only amplified as Naltaibur once more felt the addictive sensation of the demon's devouring of her essence, Mavra's light sampling now feeling as if someone was licking away at her soul and taking a tiny piece every time, a sharp contrast to how she'd gorged herself earlier. Mavra's lips sealed over the head, and this time she went straight down to the base in a single slow descent while her eyes gazed up at Naltaibur's face. She hadn't blinked so much as once as she swallowed every inch of Naltaibur's shaft, which the elven doctor could feel in a very tactile manner being squeezed by Mavra's throat, just like she'd felt the woman's tongue dancing rapidly against the underside of her cock.
Up and down she went, nearly indescribable pleasure soaring through Naltaibur's body, but even though she felt as if she were going to explode, she was too hypnotized by Mavra's beautiful eyes to let herself reach release. Her lips came off of Naltaibur's shaft with an audible pop, and only as she let out an audible moan did Mavra finally close her eyes, her tongue swirling around the head of Naltaibur's cock rapidly and licking up all of the precum she'd sucked out of it. Only then did Naltaibur come to realize just how badly her body needed release, but the stimulation being provided wasn't enough to send her over that edge, Mavra having halted her stroking of both of her cocks. Before she could try to bring herself to that much needed release, however those eyes opened once more and swallowed up all of her thoughts.
And then, a mere few heartbeats later, her other cock was swallowed up as well, and Mavra did it all over again. This time, however, both hands settled upon the shaft that her mouth wasn't bobbing up and down upon and stroked it rapidly in time with the motions of her head, which seemed to be going faster as well. Naltaibur was having a hard time keeping up with it as her vision went hazy and blurry, her mind awash in pure liquid pleasure as her demon lover gave her the most incredible blowjob anyone had ever had. Every bob of Mavra's head and stroke of her hands felt like an orgasm by itself, but at the same time Naltaibur could feel something blocking her from that delicious release. It wasn't like the last time when the woman had teased her to the edge, now she felt as if she were well beyond the edge but some force was keeping her from falling.
The pleasure seemed to last for hours, keeping Naltaibur from giving in to her ever increasing exhaustion as Mavra sucked her off. Then, however, Mavra's mouth popped off of her shaft once more, and she let out a long low moan of pleasure. "Now you can cum...." she said in a voice filled with raging lust, and then she leaned forward and smothered the cock she'd just been sucking between her soft breasts while her mouth descended upon the one she'd been stroking, and if Naltaibur had thought her lover had been skilled before, she had no way to prepare for what was to come next. With one cock being stroked and massaged by Mavra's tits and the other being taken from tip to base rapidly while her tongue danced around it like a ballerina and the demoness finally began to feast in earnest upon her highly depleted energies, the pleasure was so powerful that it was almost painful.
Mavra's eyes closed, and whatever force had been keeping Naltaibur's climax at bay vanished in a flash. With it gone, she metaphorically plummeted like a stone, a very aerodynamic stone. She didn't know quite how hard she came, and any sounds that she made were emitted unconsciously. She did know that Mavra's head snapped up slightly as she felt the first eruption come out of her cock, and a stream of white shot out of the cock between the demon's breasts hard enough to hit the ceiling. She didn't know how many streams of sperm she let out either, or have much time to wonder where all of it could possibly be coming from, as she blacked out well before her climax finished. In all her life up until that night, Naltaibur had never slept so good.
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When Naltaibur woke up, daylight was streaming in from the windows on the far side of the room from the door, and Mavra was sleeping soundly on top of her again. They were covered in some fairly heavy blankets, and she could feel herself sweating slightly from the excess heat as the cold of Doraleous' storm had seemingly passed. Mavra was sound asleep, and the memory of what she'd done to Naltaibur came flooding back to her right after she realized that she had a mild headache. Lying on her back like she was, Naltaibur couldn't help but spot the white stain on the ceiling more or less directly above them.
Naltaibur rolled over to let Mavra on top of her again. She was bottoming a lot... she had the cocks, maybe she should be a little more aggressive with them? Another yawn stopped that train of thought - and prompted her to give Mavra a little apology. "Sorry," she said. "It's just, it's been a long day." Lying back and relaxing sounded really nice right now, she could be on top next time.
The night elf gave a pleased sigh as Mavra started laying a trail of kisses down her body, bringing a hand up to stroke her hair. She looked up at the ceiling and let herself focus on the feeling of Mavra's soft lips kissing her, lower and lower, and then circling her stomach... and was thus surprised when she felt the demoness' hands on her already-rising cocks, instead of her mouth. "Mmm..."
It didn't take her long to rise up to full mast, and soon she was again biting her lip, trying to resist the urge to moan under Mavra's expert ministrations, lest the others check in on them - and discover her mutated body. Though her vision still swam with her fatigue, she tried as best she could to keep her eyes on the beautiful demon kissing her sensitive head, while her fingers massaged her lengths.
It felt even better when Mavra started to nibble away at her spirit. She could definitely get used to helping the demoness sustain herself off of her... for having little pieces of herself being nibbled away, it felt remarkably good. Naltaibur wondered - if Mavra did this long enough, would she start getting the shakes if she wasn't around to do it anymore? She saw it happen when she treated people just a little to fond of the drink... and she was fair certain being supped on like this was far better than a few tankards of mead would ever be.
At the same time, Naltaibur knew Mavra was only starting - she was only playing with the tip, after all. As expected, it got far better when the demoness descended her shaft and engulfed her whole cock, and Naltaibur let slip a gasp of delight as Mavra's lips reached her base. Watching her length disappear down her throat sent a thrill down Naltaibur's spine - the beauty's steady gaze making her all the more turned on. She could practically feel the demoness' throat milking her for her seed - her writhing tongue the red carpet, just waiting for her cum to make the trip down it.
She tried her best to keep quiet - even succeeding in stifling a few moans here and there. But, try as she might, she couldn't keep quiet forever - Mavra pulled from her tiny gasps and squeals as she went on, and the hand on Mavra's head had left it, to cling to the cot's side as as tightly as she could, the elf having pulled herself half-sitting up, supported by her elbows. After several minutes, Mavra had taken Naltaibur's cock to the hilt just one time too many, and she could longer take it in silence. The elf was unable to stop herself from letting out a long, lust-filled, and loud moan, as Mavra ascended from her base, unsheathing her dick from her throat with agonizing slowness. She felt like she'd gone over the edge a minute ago, but - contrary to the quickshot tendencies she'd discovered she had when it came to sex with Mavra - she just wouldn't cum. Couldn't cum. She needed some release - if she had to settle for a mere moan, then that's what it would be.
As Mavra pulled herself off Naltaibur's cock, the doctor collapsed back into the bed, panting. She was so good...
As the demon licked her tip all over, Naltaibur stared at her glistening shaft. Not only could she feel it spasm in time with her heart... she could see it. Even to her exhaustion-debilitated vision, her colorful shaft was visibly spasming. Naltaibur wondered what it felt like to Mavra, having a cock jumping as hers was in her hand. That thought was quickly snuffed out as another replaced it.
She needed to cum.
Her cock was fidgeting like she was having a massive, uncontrollable orgasm - and yet, she wasn't. Her mind was fogged with not only fatigue, but pure, implacable lust. She needed to cum.
But... she felt like she could barely move. She tried to thrust her hips up into Mavra's mouth, but her body just wouldn't cooperate. "Please..." she whimpered, trying to beg for her to go on. But before she could, the demoness granted her wish. Her eyes opened once more, and then she plunged down on Naltaibur's up-until-now neglected rod.
She halfway blanked out in the ensuing assault on her cock. As the beautiful demoness pistoned Naltaibur's throbbing rod into her throat, pumping the shaft she'd already tended to with her hands, the doctor writhed in pleasure of which the likes of she'd never felt before. Somehow, she'd kept the presence of mind to yank the little pillow under her head out and shove her mouth into it - against head this vigorous, she stood no chance of resisting squealing with pleasure as she had been. Her legs twitched and squirmed, and her toes flexed erratically. But, no matter how much she gave in to the pleasure, and even as her vision swam and blurred; somehow, the demoness' eyes remained crystal clear.
After an eternity of bliss, one continuous orgasm that felt like it never ever stopped, the demon pulled off of Naltaibur's cock once more - and gave her permission to cum. In a flash, her cock was wrapped in Mavra's soft, pillowy breasts, while she took her other cock in her mouth once more, and started draining the doctor in earnest. Somehow - perhaps unwilling for it to end - Naltaibur managed to hold out just a little longer. Prompted by the orbs cradling one of her dicks, she started squeezing at her own chest, mashing her tits and pinching her nipples roughly, grasping for any other stimulation she could find. Tongue hanging out, eyes rolled up and almost feral with pleasure, Naltaibur abandoned her fear of being found and screamed as she rode out her last few seconds. When she finally came, her awareness started to melt away, all her worries and anxiety, all the dark thoughts this horrific day had generated were being forced out of her along with her spunk. A blast of hot seed lanced into the ceiling above her, and the last thought she had before they deserted her completely and sleep overtook her was that she should close her eyes when she tried to catch it in her mouth.
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Naltaibur awoke wondering why this seemed so familiar. When the light coming through the window didn't fade, she recalled she'd woken up just like this not too long ago, except the light had been lightning. She then realized her head was sore. That was kinda annoying.
Then she remembered the events leading up to her going to sleep, and - already morning-wood-stiff - the doctor had to fight off the urge to continue where they'd left off, as her pussy started to juice up, and her cocks started to ooze, just at the thought. It was a difficult decision... but, she could return the favor later. They had a task waiting for them now, after all...
She threw off the blankets covering them, and then gave a full-bodied stretch from under her darling demon, still resting on top of her. She opened her mouth to give out a massive, content yawn, as well - and suddenly, it occurred to her, that her tongue felt strange. It didn't take long to figure out why - it had gotten even longer as she slept! Some... two inches, a little more, by her count? After a little testing - mostly just wiggling it around in the air - she confirmed that her newly enhanced organ was both stronger and even more dexterous.
Giggling and pleased with herself - she could surely put it to good use on Mavra when she repaid her for last night - she looked at the demoness' sleeping face on top of her.
If this horrific invasion had had anyi good points, her finding Mavra was certainly among them. Naltaibur gave her a wet kiss on the cheek, before running her hands down the demon's sides, stopping at her hips and shaking her from there until she started to wake. "Mmmm... you're such a treasure, Mavra," she said as the crimson beauty returned to consciousness. She wanted to be the first thing she heard this morning. "I... maybe it's too soon for me to say, but... I think I love you. Please, when this is all over... stay by my side..."
Naltaibur cuddled against Mavra as she flushed with embarrassment as she gave the demoness her sudden and quite ill-thought-out confession. If she permitted it, the doctor would give her a kiss - eventually trying out her newly improved tongue. She would break away after only a minute or two, however - now that it was daylight, they surely would have to get a move on, to rescue Therion's abducted - and gently push Mavra to get up and off her, before dressing and going to see who else was up and if they were ready. Another peek at the crash site and the fort couldn't hurt, either...
There was also the rather less critical concern as to whether or not she'd been found out. Naltaibur blushed again, this time at the memory of how she'd lost control at the end last night... she'd been pretty loud... hopefully, she wouldn't get any strange looks...
Acquired Focus in Arcane and more Whip-tongue.
:9
Also, can we say Nal's lab is on the way to yon destination? Gotta loot Dolly.
Does Telepathy still have an upkeep, or is it a flat 2 EP per person until cancellation?
Get clothed, peek at crash site from bell tower again, check ye group, perhaps do the whole morning-pee-wash-face-eat-breakfast routine if we want to fast forward.
Naltaibur: HP = 45, PP = 53, EP = 49, Status = Fine
(Yes we can say that so that you can retrieve yon winged rat, telepathy has no upkeep to worry about, and you can activate it and pay an extra 1 EP to include other people if you want to add more people.)
Mavra let out a low murmur as she Naltaibur move beneath her, and as she stretched beneath the demoness Naltaibur felt her lover's hand shift and settle gently on one of her cocks. She awoke a moment later just after Naltaibur finished her stretch and had her giggle regarding her plans for her newly enhanced tongue, another murmur accompanying the fluttering of her eyes as they opened. A coy smile came over the red woman's face as she grasped the cock her hand had settled on, and she gave it a few slow strokes as she lightly said, "We just can't get enough of each other, can we? That's okay, I haven't been this well fed in years! And you taste wonderful~!" Whether that remark referred to her seed or her spirit was something Naltaibur would be left to guess, as the elven doctor delivered the revelation of her feelings for the woman on top of her.
Mavra smiled joyously and released Naltaibur's cock, and her voice was filled with powerful emotion as she replied; "I couldn't dream of leaving you Naltaibur! I'll gladly stay by your side after we've finished our task here, I.... I think that I love you too!" That said, Mavra gently leaned forward as Naltaibur kissed on the lips, the demoness also starting slowly and passionately. Mavra gave a delighted squeal as she discovered Naltaibur's enhanced tongue, her own dueling with it and proving unable to defeat it despite some very earnest efforts on her part. The demoness made no effort to break the embrace, but didn't try to go any further than that despite her earlier teasing.
When Naltaibur pushed her away and began to dress, Mavra did the same. It was as they pulled their clothes on that Naltaibur noticed a couple of things about her lover that hadn't been obvious when the woman was on top of her. Firstly, that she looked a little bit more plump than she had been the previous night, and secondly that her intoxicating scent was greatly reduced from before. The two of them went about their morning preparations without saying much, and found that they were the last of their group to awaken. The man who's leg Naltaibur had regrown was present with his fellows, as were the other people that she'd healed yesterday, though they seemed somewhat less enthusiastic about departing from the safety of the church than those that had seen Doraleous slay the floating monster the night before. Which was fine, since they had to leave someone behind to guard the two soul-sucked victims they still had tied down, and who had both woken up and started thrashing again just as Mavra and Naltaibur finished dressing.
Uldric handed them some food and reported that they were ready to move whenever Naltaibur was. Everyone had stared at her which made the encounter somewhat awkward, but it took some of the hostile glances off of Mavra which the demoness seemed quite glad of. She went to feed their captives while Naltaibur went up to the tower to view the scene once more, and found that she really didn't see much more in the day than she had at night. The fires were gone, and a section around the dead creature had seemingly burned up a bit, but there didn't seem to be any further danger. About half of the creature had burned away as well, and the cold winds were gone leaving it fairly pleasant even up here. The slushy snow that had fallen was already melted, leaving the stone streets slick with water but without any ice to worry about. The streets were fairly barren as far as her eyes could see, and she couldn't catch any movement down below her along the route to the crash site.
Naltaibur couldn't stop smiling after Mavra returned her feelings. Completely unplanned, she'd just stammered out something... and what she'd gotten back was exactly what she wanted to hear! If only her research went like that...
While they were dressing, Naltaibur snuck another appreciative glimpse of Mavra before she covered herself up again - and noticed veritably sculpted stomach looked a little more... grabbable, now. Then, she noticed that she wasn't bathing in Mavra's scent, as she had been before.
...She hadn't cum so much in her that she'd retained it like that, had she? No, that didn't make sense... so... she'd made her pregnant? But... didn't it take three months at least for... well, no. Mavra was a demon - she'd studied their reproduction, of course, and learned about the accelerated gestations they had - though she'd studied it more from the male end than the reverse. It would have been a handy trait in her studies - the ability to reproduce and mature so quickly, that is. Even with her long, elven lifespan, waiting months between births, and then even longer to observe growths, would limit how much she could accomplish severely.
...But, this was Mavra, and her child, now, so she shook her head to banish such thoughts. Hurrying to secure what she'd been putting on, as soon as that was done, she went up to Mavra and hugged her tight, rubbing her belly.
The looks she got once they'd gotten their clothes on and went out to meet with the rest of their group made it pretty obvious just how loud she'd been last night. ...Dammit. The fear of being discovered certainly brought her down from her cloud nine - had they peeked in to see her rods twitching? Had they noticed the spatter of white she'd decorated the room's ceiling with? Crap, someone was bound to notice that if they were leaving the pair to be tended by the others here...
...But ...maybe they hadn't looked? As long as they didn't know about her body... as long as that was kept secret, it would be alright... As long as they knew nothing of her magically altered body, she would be alright. She clung to that hope.
Naltaibur accepted the food and nodded in acknowledgement to Father Uldric. They should go soon... but, she wanted to recheck the route once more. Shaking the hand of man whose leg she'd regrown, Naltaibur took her food back up the tower again, eating as she surveyed the city. She found no real movement... good, in that they weren't likely to encounter any of the invader remnants, but potentially bad, if she couldn't see any other citizens roaming the streets. Mulling these thoughts over, she rejoined the rest and told them she was ready.
When they'd gathered, she reported her non-findings from the bell tower, and then proceeded to - with their permission - connect each of their minds with one another's, wary of what the ruined streets held for them. Of course, she shielded their memories and thoughts from each other, only linking them to facilitate communication, and telling them such. Once that was done, Naltaibur then requested that they stop by her ruined home first - citing the plethora of herbs they could use stored somewhere safe - though not mentioning that that somewhere safe was her laboratory - or that she also wanted to retrieve her little Dolly.
