The kitsune swordsman found herself paralyzed amid the pile of her snake-tailed sisters. Every touch was heaven for her nerves. The groping of her ass drew a pleasured sigh from her mouth, and the nibble against her neck actually caused her to moan. Something about it all felt so very wrong, but that sensation was dwarfed by all the ways in which it felt so right. She had a voice to protest it all, somewhere inside her, but she couldn't find it. Oormi was in such a haze that she could only barely remember that her sisters shouldn't be groping her.
She felt so limp and malleable. The only thing ruining the sensation was her clothing. "Um..." she muttered, "I normally sleep in my underclothes. Is that.... Is that okay?" It was embarrassing, but her ruined cheongsam needed to come off. It was getting far too warm. The way it dug into her surrounded body wasn't pleasant either. Assuming her half-siblings didn't refuse, she would shift and attempt to pull the dress off as best she could without removing herself from the nagas.
But the removal of her cheongsam left her a new sense of discomfort. The peaks of her chest were stiff and produced a noticeable tent in the silky black material of her camisole, and part of her body was growing damp but it wasn't with sweat. Oormi was so ashamed. She knew there was something terribly wrong about the sensations she was feeling under her sisters' caresses. Why couldn't she muster the will to remove herself from the group? Why couldn't she bring herself to go and sleep on the floor?
Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 72, EP = 15/60, Status = Fine, +12 Perception (Lesser Strength) +12 Body (Lesser Strength) Locate (Casting Couch) Clothing at 4/25 TP, :3
5 snekbutts: >:3
The naga began to grow more adventurous as Oormi reacted to each new touch, and the kitsune soon found a second hand gently kneading the meat of her backside, this one belonging to Ozreila. None of them protested as she admitted to her usual state of dress upon going to bed, however, and moved off enough that she could strip out of her ruined outwear. As soon as she was back down on her back, however, she found herself back in the cuddle puddle of writhing snake bodies and groping hands.
Ozriela had seemingly spotted something she liked as her top shifted to permit the removal of her shredded clothes, as the naga leader gently prodded her camisole up until it was mostly bunched up under the undercurve of her breasts, exposing her abdominals from waist to mid torso. "Oooooh, wow! You really do work out huh?" she said, gently running her palms down Oormi's body after releasing her undergarment.
Two of her other siblings took an eyeful of Oormi's exposed torso and promptly leaned in, planting their lips on her sides and beginning to nibble delicately on her skin. "Yummy~" Ozriela giggled softly at the sight, "it does look yummy~" She soon joined her siblings, leaning down to press her lips to Oormi's stomach just to the side of her belly button, and began to trace the lines created by the kitsune's physical with kisses and licks.
The other two naga were not idle, but neither did they focus on her stomach like the others. Both leaned in against her sides, nuzzling lightly into her shoulders and letting their arms rest over her, and though one simply nuzzled and seemed on the verge of falling asleep, the one with whom she shared a father was grinning. Her palm traced a line from the shoulder opposite the side she was lying on, down Oormi's side, across and under her bust, and finally up one of the soft mounds of her bosom. "Yours are big too~" she cooed into the kitsune's neck, her tongue softly flicking out against the blind foxgirl's skin while her palm settled atop Oormi's breast. The pressure was feather light at first, but even that sent pleasure crackling through the inexperienced kitsune's body, and as her palm began to settle and knead the intoxicated warrior's breast those sensations only grew more and more intense.
Something was brewing inside Oormi and she had no idea what. It was a sensation made of need and expanding pressure threatening to burst. It permeated her body with feelings of heat, desire, and a sense of emptiness. It was primal and biological. It, along with the roaming hands and mouths of her siblings, made her writhe in a manner similar to that of the animal which her half-sisters shared their tails with. It made her whimper as if she had an itch that she couldn't scratch. She wanted to fight it, but how?
Every attempt at raising the will to stop the groping was quelled before it could find any footing. How could she ever fight against such wonderful, foreign sensations? The mouths at play on her abdomen had her breathing raggedly. The blind foxgirl wasn't devoid of enough body fat for her abs to always be clearly visible, but there was always that hint present, and when she tensed, as she tensed under her half-sister's exploring mouths, the adventurous naga would have no trouble following the channels created with nothing more than touch. The worst part was that part of Oormi hoped they would. She almost needed them to go lower. She needed them to strip her bottoms away in order to free her from her confines and so that they might fulfill the feeling of emptiness which seemed to radiate from her groin.
But she didn't say that. She didn't guide them into that. Oormi moaned at times, she couldn't stop herself from doing that, but she took no action to encourage her sisters' explorations. The kitsune swordsman couldn't bring herself to stop them, but she could keep herself from actively furthering the debauchery of the pile. She might be a mouse among snakes, but she'd remain the prey and wouldn't further shame herself by doing anything to her sisters.
She would do well, for a mostly virginal kitsune who had been unknowingly dosed with aphrodisiacs and thrust into such a scenario, up until the curviest of her siblings made her move. The same naga who'd found just the right part of her head to scratch would end up finding just the right spots to make Oormi visibly shudder with need. The nibbling of her neck and kneading of her sensitive breastflesh through the silky camisole was too much. She couldn't take it. The blind kitsune couldn't stand it anymore. The pressure inside her built ever stronger, until it felt like steam might rise from her ears as she attempted to safely vent it. All Oormi could think of was her need. Need, need, need. "I'm sorry... I can't...."
And then she gently grabbed the naga's clothed breast in return. It was so different than any time she'd touched her own chest. Even with the intervening fabric, it was soft and pleasant to the touch and it made her body tingle with more of that need which had been building in her all along. The foxgirl had no idea what she was doing. Beyond being inwardly mortified, Oormi was completely inexperienced. She could only attempt to match the way the naga had been massaging her own chest and hope that her efforts made her sister feel anywhere near as good. But her eager, if inexperienced, effort to tease her sibling's breast left one hand free, so she laid it on Ozriela's forehead and began to pet her lithest sister, for lack of any better target since her second arm couldn't comfortably join the first. The alien feeling of touching another person in such an intimate way only worsened the kitsune's condition.
"I need..." Oormi whimpered incoherently, searching for the solution for something she had almost no experience with. The drugged kitsune couldn't hold back anymore. The feeling of need was too deeply rooted and there would be no release short of filling the emptiness. She might've been able to get away with sleeping it off, if she'd only managed to doze off moments sooner, but her snake-tailed siblings' adventurous molestation had ensured that the aphrodisiacs had too firm a hold for her to fall asleep in the middle of so many bodies. "Too warm. I feel empty. I don't know what's wrong," she whispered hoarsely, her mouth dry.
Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 72, EP = 15/60, Status = Fine, +12 Perception (Lesser Strength) +12 Body (Lesser Strength) Locate (Casting Couch) Clothing at 4/25 TP, :3
5 snekbutts: >:3
The naga who finally set the kitsune tumbling over the edge of her willpower gasped in surprise when Oormi returned her lewd gesture, the naga's bust soft to knead but firm in keeping its shape. Her tail curled around Oormi's lower calf and ankle, the tip of her tail rubbing against the sole of her foot, letting Oormi feel a few thicker scales forming rings that might eventually form a rattle like the one Asp possessed. At the same time, the two naga slowly working their tongues through the valleys of her abdominals began to nip at her sides more enthusiastically between bouts, prompting her stomach muscles to tense harder so they could trace the lines produced by her athletic definition with their sibilant lingual appendages.
The palm on her chest began to knead more hungrily, pressing and rubbing against the sensitive tip, but after a moment she began to recede only to pinch the kitsune's delicate nub as she pulled away. "Empty... I know the feeling..." agreed the one who had just tugged on one of her nipples, before Ozriela pulled away from Oormi's stomach to nuzzle into her palm and purred; "Me too... And I know what'll help~"
The mischievous naga leader began trailing kisses downwards, passing over Oormi's belly button and heading steadily towards the line of her lower nightwear, but the other was not idle. While she might have released Oormi's breast, it was only to begin slowly tugging her camisole upwards, the fabric sliding slowly over her burning skin, soon beginning the ascent over her breasts and climbing ever hire. There was a brief pause in the ascension of the now bunched up silky fabric just as Oormi's nipples were about to be exposed, occurring just as Ozriela had reached that lower line. Both naga paused simultaneously while the other two continued lapping at her sides and abs, as if in a numbed trance, and the last of them seemed to have dozed off somehow.
Ozriela's tongue, sibilant like the reptile her kind half resembled, slipped out and dove beneath the brim of her undergarments, first a centimeter and then an inch, and then two before retreating back to her mouth, having come tantalizingly close to the source of the unfamiliar agony burning through her. A second later her camisole completed its ascent in a single firm tug, pulled up to reveal her sensitive tips and the full curve of her bosom. A moment later Ozriela was tugging down her shorts, first with a bite on their waistband and then fingers hooked near her hips, the naga's form coiling down slowly to tug those garments down and away while the other two began tracing their way downwards farther than they ever had as the inexperienced kitsune's body was revealed in full. A skilled palm settled onto her now fully bare breast, kneading it more insistently and with greater attention to the tip, regular gentle tugs sending spikes of stimulation rushing through her while nips and kisses continued to bombard her neck.
Oormi's hips rose with each trailing kiss toward her groin. She really wished she could feel guilty. Unfortunately, the only feeling she could muster at that moment was need. By the time Ozriela reached her waistline, the blind foxgirl's feet were firmly planted against the bed as she arched her back as hard as she could in order to press herself toward that source of impending pleasure. When the would-be swordswoman's tongue found its way under the waistband of her shorts and came so close to that source of the kitsune's need, the foxgirl gave a pleading cry and found the strength to push even more fiercely against Ozriela's touch, only to fall limply back onto the bed when the naga teased her by withdrawing.
The blind kitsune was laid bare without a scrap of resistance. Her nudity would reveal that the foxgirl was just as fussy about how she appeared under her clothing. Only a neat square of trimmed pubic hair waited underneath her shorts, as she had long ago shaped it using her racial affinity for changing her form and had kept it that way as she awaited the one she'd fall in love with. Her breasts, on the other hand, had required no shapeshifting. Despite the perkiness of her C cups and the way they almost supernaturally resisted gravity's full effects, they were completely natural, a perk of being one of the immortal races.
Her sex dripped with with her arousal as the skilled hand tended to her chest. The kitsune needed something more though, but what could she take when the others in the room seemed so much more experienced than her and were clearly in control? There was only one among her partners really in her reach, and there was only one thing she could think of to claim from her position. She was sure that what she was thinking was wrong, but, well, she no longer had it in her to care much about right or wrong. It was time to just do what felt right until her need was cured.
Oormi turned her head toward the source of the nips on her neck. Her hand fell from its perch on the curviest naga's breast and trailed up her collarbone to her chin. The blind kitsune would try to gently guide the snake-woman into abandoning her efforts there in order and meeting her eyes instead, and if the foxgirl swordsman succeeded she would follow up by abruptly pressing her lips into the other woman's. The kitsune had no idea of what to do next beyond pressing her tongue into her partner's mouth and swirling it against the other woman's. Her effort was earnest and passionate, but in terms of knowledge and technique she was completely inept.
But despite her own lack of skill and despite being the one who initiated it, for several minutes the foxgirl would melt into the kiss all the same. So that was what a lover's kiss felt like. It was so much more than a peck on the lips. It was so... amazing. Such a deep physical connection. Why had she waited so long to experience it? Why had she waited so long to experience any of the pleasures she was enjoying? If she hadn't waited then perhaps she'd have been able to see the expression on her partner's face as she pulled away from that first, deep kiss.
The blind swordsman regarded the naga with a blush. Her embarrassment wasn't focused on having given her first real kiss to her half-sister, at least not for the time being, but at her own lack of skill. She would turn her head away as she admitted her own inexperience. "I'm sorry that I'm not very good. This.... This is basically my first time."
Think it's safe to drop her body buff and locate spell. Meant to do that around the time she was eating pastries.
Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 72, EP = 15/60, Status = Fine, +12 Perception (Lesser Strength) Clothing at 4/25 TP, :3
5 snekbutts: >:3
The naga nibbling at her neck needed little encouragement to shift her attention and mash her lips against Oormi's, pressing into the kiss and slowly tilting her head to deepen the embrace of their mouths as her serpentine tongue slithered forth. It greeted Oormi's with a gentle lash, narrow tip flicking across the surface of her tongue before it darted away and circled about inside her mouth, tempting the kitsune's to practically entangle itself trying to chase it back through the gate of their conjoined lips so they could coil with one another properly. She would vaguely feel the serpent woman's lips vibrating as she let forth a soft moan, their breath joining through their embrace.
In the meantime, Ozriela and her two other siblings began to advance upon the newly bottomless kitsune, slowly sliding down until they were level with her waist. The two on either side kissed her around mid thigh as they gently slid their hands up to the crook of her knees, slowly forcing them up until they were no longer in the way. Her knees bent, they set upon her thighs, one slowly moving from right around the middle and making a slow trail down towards her center while the other made a quicker line that started at the same point on the other leg but first went up towards her knee. The two nipped and nibbled, they kissed and licked and very delicately sucked, tasting her flesh in every manner imaginable, and slowly but surely they advanced towards the source of the inexperienced kitsune's need. All the while, Ozriela nuzzled into the little patch of fuzz just above her womanhood, giggling like a woman drunk while her tongue flicked out across the air just over her sex, as if tasting her arousal as it wafted from her.
"Eheh, that's alright!" the one she had kissed whispered, "practice... Makes... Perfect~" She leaned in slowly, guiding Oormi into another, slower kiss that let her enjoy the embrace a little more intimately. At the same time, the inexperienced kitsune's hand was guided to her half-sister's chest and came to rest against now bare flesh, the naga having lifted her top during their first kiss. She offered gentle guidance in how to amplify her touch while the naga's other hand mimicked what she tried to get Oormi to do on the blind warrior's own bosom.
Unfortunately, her concentration wasn't easy to maintain a few moments later. All three naga toying with her lower half leaped upon her sex at once, the two similar siblings sliding down along her thighs, towards her hips, and then suddenly shifting and putting their lips in line with her sex. Two long, sinuous tongues began to circle her petals, both sliding back and forth at the same languid pace while tasting of the kitsune's honey. Ozriela, in the meantime, found even her extendable tongue with little room to join the swirling pattern of her sisters. The three, while perhaps more experienced than Oormi, were not exactly maestros in the bedroom and thus ran into some conflict as they tried to take as much of a taste as possible, though none of them seemed to mind those brief tongue duels over Oormi's sex with their immediate siblings.
Ultimately, Ozriela retreated a little bit, but found her own target to start bringing pleasure to Oormi. Her tongue coiled against the hood guarding Oormi's clitoris, pressing into the protective flap of flesh and transferring a hint of that pressure onto the sensitive jewel itself. Even that much was enough to produce more intense sensations than she had ever managed to inflict upon herself, and without the fear and horror created by her sole previous sexual experience the kitsune was free to simply enjoy it. The split tip of her narrow lingual muscle began to flick back and forth over Oormi's clitoral hid, trying to slowly coax the sensitive nub from its shield so that she could apply her attentions to it directly.
Oormi offered a muffled moan as she returned the naga's renewed kiss. She was nothing if not an eager learner, both on the sparring fields and apparently in the bedroom as well. She did her best to match her more experienced partner's motions, following the dance of her half-sibling's much more skilled and dexterous tongue as best she could with her clumsy movements. Her hand proved a little less focused on the task at hand however. While the naga's scaly tail had been cool to the touch and slightly harder than flesh, her breast proved warm and pleasantly malleable. The kitsune frequently became distracted and fell into making simple milking gropes as she marveled at how pleasing to the touch the heavy orbs of her sister's chest were.
The blind foxgirl found a new and more persistent form of distraction once the nagas centered on her sex. Their motions periodically sent great volts of pleasure up her spine which shocked her into stillness. Hundreds of little butterflies seemed to dance across her body at their touches, no matter how conflicting they might have been. The foxgirl felt the stirring in her loins intensify to an almost unbearable level and she took it out on the sister in her grasp. The blind kitsune's tongue and hand became increasingly aggressive in their efforts in-between those brief moments of stunned stillness, as if bringing more pleasure to the naga she was sharing a kiss with might somehow spur the other three to do the same for her.
Ozriela's first flick against her clit would put an end to that, however, causing Oormi to break the kiss with half of a gasp and half of a moan at the intense stimulation. The foxgirl's sensitive nub had long been free of its protective hood, the aphrodisiac she'd unknowingly ingested having had more than enough time to ensure that her lower lips were engorged with her arousal. The most lithe of the snake-women would have free reign to attack the sensitive target and in doing so drive the kitsune to clutch at the sheets while a letting out a steady stream of rising, wordless moans.
Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 72, EP = 15/60, Status = Fine, +12 Perception (Lesser Strength) Clothing at 4/25 TP, :3
5 snekbutts: >:3
With her lips released so that the inexperienced kitsune could announce her response to the sensations to the room at large, the naga who had been "coaching" her didn't hesitate at all to redirect her efforts. She didn't even both drawing a trail of kisses down Oormi's body as she scrunched up her serpentine frame and turned, settling her lips over the tip of one of her breasts instead. The tiny nub and surrounded flesh were engulfed by her lips, a subtle purr rolling through them and diffusing into the sensitive peak of her breast. The serpentine tongue that had been working circles around the blind foxgirl's own was soon to follow, the deft lingual appendage coiling around the tip of her bosom like a serpent around its prey. The naga began shift her coiled appendage, rubbing the rough surface of her tongue across the nub, and gave light tugs at regular intervals.
If the pleasure provided to her chest was impressive, however, Ozriela attacking her clit in a very similar manner was overwhelming. The prospective swordswoman's tongue wasted little time in teasing Oormi's gem from its protective hood, given that it had long since been removed from that protection, and with her most sensitive point undefended Ozriela capitalized upon the opportunity and set her tongue upon it. Much like the one working on her breasts, she sucked gently with lips that thrummed with the natural results of her own arousal, but the real show stealer was her tongue. Unlike the other naga, who simply provided near constant stimulation, Ozriela delivered hers in bursts, her tongue wrapped around Oormi's pleasure button and working over it steadily for a few seconds at a time before seemingly ignoring it.
The other two continued to explore deeper and deeper into her folds in the meantime, one flicking her tongue across the kitsune's tight folds and the other sliding into her depths, both swirling and flicking and hitting points that her own fingers had never found before. They seemed to hone in one them too, and after a few moments she felt both tongues begin to vibrate, one after another, as the two naga eating her out began to toy with one another in the absence of other sources of stimulation. Even with that, however, the three others were but a side note compared to Ozriela, who quickly had the knot building in Oormi's stomach twisting like it was being used to tie a rampaging warthog. Her clitoris sang with every motion of the naga's tongue, and Ozriela timed her bursts of stimulation just so that Oormi couldn't quite find the satisfaction she needed immediately.
Fortunately, she didn't need to wait long for the naga to have mercy. After one particularly intense denial Ozriela halved her pause time and suddenly started stroking the kitsune's love button with her tongue with doubled intensity. Only a few seconds of that was enough to bring Oormi to an explosive climax more potent than any she had likely had before perhaps besides the one she'd been forced into by the fallen angel who had taken her virginity. This one was far less stressful than that, pure satisfaction and bliss rolling through her being and blanking her mind with purest stimulation that seemed to go on and on and on.
By the time her orgasm had rolled through her to glorious completion, Oormi's whole frame was shuddering in the grip of her serpentine half siblings. Satisfaction made way for a sense of wondrous tiredness, the exertion of her peak and the secondary effects of the drugs she had unknowingly been dosed with combining to inhibit her ability to remain conscious. It would have been incredibly easy to simply pass out if the naga sucking on various parts of her body weren't still going at it, each moaning softly and at least two of them thrashing with a need for stimulation. The one who shared her mother was first to shift position, releasing Oormi's nipple and sliding up to press the kitsune's head into her chest while another hand shifted her fingers from where they'd been alternating between freezing in place and trying to return some of the stimulation being applied to her. She was given a more intensive chance to return the favor now, as her fingers were guided towards the region where the nage's humanoid half met its snake-like opposite.
What she found there, once her fingertips had left the scales and been urged against something softer that caused the naga to tense and gasp at the slightest touch, she found something similar enough to what she was used to about her own anatomy... At least according to what little she could discern at that point. Whether or not she would will herself to remain awake, something that Ozriela's attention returning to her clitoris made considerably easier, she snakes were all pining for attention, at least save for the one who was still snoring heavily against her side.
The inexperienced foxgirl was easily overwhelmed by the barrage of stimulation. She'd never enjoyed the feeling of having one partner focused on bringing her pleasure before, let alone four at once. The only thing her besieged body was capable of doing was holding on and enjoying the ride as her half-siblings did as they pleased, and the latter part came easily.
There wasn't really a direct way to explain how good it all felt to the kitsune, who'd willingly passed over pleasures of the flesh under the notion that she'd one day share them all with some true love. It was a cup of fae milk heated over a fire and mixed with melted chocolate then shared with a friend on a cold, snowy day. It was the splashing of a flowing river lapping against her bare feet on sun-warmed soil. It was praise and a tight hug from her knightly trainer or Lady Jasmine after the kitsune had given her all during a training session. It was relaxation, contentment, intimacy, and bliss mixed together in an intense physical sensation.
Oormi didn't even whine or complain that she was denied the end result of Ozriela's efforts for so long, if only because of how much she proved to enjoy the journey. The pleasure of being in the middle of an intimate press of warm bodies, with each member of the pile seeking to bring the others joy, was addictive and wonderful in its own right. The blind woman swam in that ecstasy for as long as her half-siblings would allow, singing her praises for their efforts in the form of unabashed moans coaxed louder by the presence of the aphrodisiac in her system.
And when Ozriela finally saw fit to let her come, the foxgirl wouldn't complain about that either. "Oh..." she gasped, her mouth dry. "Please, don't stop. I feel something coming. Please. It's.... Oh, gods. It's.... Coming!" Her hips, which had been doing their best to push her sex ever harder into her half-siblings' attentions, went into overdrive as that first wave of pleasure hit her. Her mind went blank but still found enough motor control to guide her hands to Ozriela's head in order to physically demand that she keep those wonderful sensations coming. But that was all she could do except to tense and contract in rhythm with the utter bliss hammering at her core while her head swam in orgasmic pleasure.
And after she had ridden out the entirety of that pleasure, she went limp in the grasp of the overwhelming sense of satisfaction flowing into her every limb. But, though her eyelids became heavy and her body longed for sleep, she never really gave the prospect much thought. For better or worse, she had unknowingly inherited her mother's pride and wouldn't allow herself to doze off without repaying some measure of the joy she'd experienced courtesy of her half-siblings. It was just... she didn't know where to start.
But the naga who shared her father's blood would give her much-needed direction. With her hand pulled toward her half-sister's sex, she quickly discovered that it wasn't very dissimilar to her own. It was warm and wet and, as she discovered when she touched it and prompted a gasp from the other woman, very sensitive. The blind kitsune wasn't familiar with how to bring pleasure to herself, let alone to an entirely different person, but she was enthusiastic to learn.
The foxgirl's mother had never specifically dissuaded her from experimenting on herself, at least not intentionally. Instead, Oormi had been dissuaded because the first time she'd tried her mother had stumbled across her. The details were painfully difficult to forget. It had been a warm afternoon on a day with a lazy breeze which had carried the most intoxicating flower scent she'd ever taken a breath of across the sanctuary. She had barely been on the cusp of full physical maturity, and that day had chosen to laze in a patch of grass warmed by the sun in an isolated spot near her favorite river. One thing had led to another and... well, when the kitsune attempted to shift into a more comfortable position she ended up discovering her mother looking at her in shock, which was all the worse because by then Oormi's clothes had come off and her hand was firmly between her thighs. Her mother had just repeatedly apologized and immediately excused herself but the experience made it difficult to experiment without the fear of another such incident occurring, so she hadn't done it very often after that.
It wasn't the time for introspection, however, and so Oormi focused herself on her partner's pleasure to the exclusion of most other things. She ignored foreplay, not because she believed it was past the time to do so but rather because she wasn't familiar with the concept, and focused on her half-sibling's clit if only because of how wonderful Ozirela's attention had felt on her own. The foxgirl would rub gentle circles against the other woman's sensitive nub, growing emboldened with each telltale sign of pleasure she received in return for her efforts. Her fingers weren't clumsy by any means. Her hands were steady and she had a dexterity in her fingers which rivaled a pickpocket's. What she lacked was the knowledge on how to best apply her physical traits.
And yet, though it took her several minutes to realize it, that too would come to her. It was a gift of her heritage and her unique condition that she noticed an oddity in the other woman as she worked her fingers against that sensitive nub. The colors of her own father, likely the naga's as well, and the other woman's mother began to shine all the brighter as her amateur attentions began to pay off in the form of her partner's physical and verbal reactions. Even the unskilled foxgirl was able to make the connection when she noticed her half-sister's colors intermingling with her own at the places where their flesh met.
She was driven to experiment. And when Oormi pressed just slightly harder against the pleasurable bud, the colors spread further. And when she rubbed the other woman's clit in just the right way, they spread further still. It was one of the most wondrous things she'd seen since she lost her sight. The naga's entire silhouette was painted not by Oormi's waves or those ambient colors which hung in the air, but by the naga's own colors. For a brief few seconds, her half-sister was a beautiful portrait. It was like her soul was on display, a swirl of purple and and teal that looked almost like a miniature galaxy. The only reason Oormi's amazement didn't last longer was because it drove her into a lustful frenzy.
The foxgirl guided her naga partner into changing positions just enough so that she could forcefully press her lips back into the other woman's. Her tongue was as clumsy as it had initially been, but it didn't bother her as much now that she had a goal in sight. Her other arm held her half-sister tight to her so that she could feel each physical reaction once she'd guided the other woman into feeling the pleasure which Ozriela had just gifted the foxgirl. Above all else though, Oormi's main focus was on the work of her fingers against the snake-woman's clit. She needed to see how the other woman's colors would react when she experienced that orgasmic high.
Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 72, EP = 15/60, Status = Fine, +12 Perception (Lesser Strength) Clothing at 4/25 TP, :3
5 snekbutts: >>>>>>>>>>:3
Oormi's impassioned announcement was hardly necessary to get the serpent women to continue bombarding her with their attention, but it spurred them to explore her a little more energetically and thus empower and extend her peak even further. Oormi’s hand upon the back of her head earned a surprised gasp from Ozriela that hummed across the jewel she was licking, but it didn’t disrupt and ultimately hastened her lingual muscle’s assault. Every roll of her hips was rewarded with another bout of licks, both inside her quivering folds and against her extra sensitive clitoris, and the barrage of stimulation provided an equivalent barrage of sensation that never seemed to end.
As she crested the hill and came down, Oormi was left basking in a warm afterglow and then... Directed to return the favor, so to speak. There was only so much kitsune to go around, and though Ozriela eventually abandoned her jewel and began kissing her way up Oormi's body again, taking her time as she explored the kitsune's abdominals.
Oormi, in the meantime, had her own discoveries to achieve... And guided by her sibling's hand, she embarked to make them. Her serpentine half sister moaned softly as Oormi quickly got into the spirit of returning what she'd received. The nage beside her who shared a father proved quite willing to voice her approval, shifting her serpentine frame to guide Oormi's touch to where it pleased her most, but as they progressed it would ultimately prove unnecessary.
After a few moments, she finally made the connection, finally saw the beautiful blending of colors that revealed the hues of her partner's very essence before her supernatural senses. The naga beside her let out a strangled gasp followed by a needy moan as Oormi explored that fresh discovery, and the next noise from her lips was far more fulfilled as the kitsune sought to enhance that intermingling. And at that she succeeded, the more intense her touch the more of the nage's color seemed to blend in with her own, creating a brilliant swirling rainbow that filled her with fulfillment unlike any she'd ever experienced before. The sensation was entirely alien, even slightly drowning out the way the two between her legs were still licking away at her sex and Ozriela was climbing up her stomach towards the breast that the naga she was fingering wasn't gently tugging on.
Even when one of the naga below took Ozriela's old spot and began to coil her tongue around Oormi's pleasure gem and Ozriela herself reached the peak she'd slowly climbed towards and began to do the same to her nipple, it wouldn't diminish the flow of color. Indeed, the bombardment of pleasure towards her only seemed to enhance the beauty of the joining, and the naga gladly returned Oormi's kiss with a newfound clumsiness that, combined with the kitsune's newfound passion, allowed Oormi to take control of the kiss.
That pure passion spurred her on and one, fingers working upon the naga however she willed while the rest replicated it upon her own body ten fold, every flick of her clit seemingly making the naga tense more. By the second the tension built, her sibling's tail coiling in on itself as she seemed to shrink, color mingling more and more... Until, in a wild explosion mirroring her own earlier one - and quite possibly joined by one of her own if Oormi let the attention of the rest get her there again - the naga came on her fingers. Color and honey exploded from her, the other woman's whole frame shuddering as she squirmed against Oormi, unable to maintain the kiss as pure ecstasy drove her eyes to roll up into the back of her head while she cried out her pleasure.
What happened after she came down from that high, however....
"Oooh, give her the thing Oz!"
"Yeah! Yeah! Bring out the thing!"
What the two below were so eager for Ozriela to do was soon evident, as the naga released Oormi's breast from between her lips and leaned back. "Eheheh... You know, that's not a bad idea! I'm glad I thought of it!" The seemingly ever confident naga declared, and as she reared back Oormi felt her waves... Changing. They all reversed, going inwards towards a center point, and ultimately coalesced just below where her snake and humanoid halves met... Just above where her sex would have been if she matched the naga that Oormi had just brought to orgasm. Magic swirled and formed, and because of it something physical began to grow... Something long and fleshy and firm, with a tip that angled to a point and sported a fleshy ridge and a number of nodules just behind that tip.
"Just relax~ You're gonna love this part!" Ozriela declared, and Oormi soon felt her and the two naga below her shifting the kitsune's position, forcing her legs ever upwards, forcing them to bend... And eventually pushing her knees against her shoulders, leaving her quite thoroughly pinned. Ozriela planted her hands just beneath the crook of her knee, and had she still seen with her natural eyes looking down would have shown Oormi her own sex soaking wet and woefully exposed... And the organ that the naga had conjured pointing down right toward. At first she simply brushed against the kitsune's upper mound, a light flick of that pointed tip against the gem that the naga had been licking earlier, but even that was enough to send stimulation erupting through Oormi's body, and that stimulation brought with it something else.
As before she saw her colors mix with Ozriela's in a gloriously intimate kaleidoscope, but this time she saw wisps of her own hue drifting away in a curling column, rising up towards the naga above her and blending smoothly into her own shades. The sight of it might be odd, but the feel of it... Every nerve was suddenly alight, like she'd been struck by lightning that made every sensation more intense by a hundred fold, and when Ozriela shifted again and aimed herself at Oormi's entrance the sensation returned. Her shaft split Oormi's petals and teased at her hole, promising a melding inside that would be unlike anything she had ever experienced... Except that it was. The abomination she had fought in the arena, the angel with black wings that had nearly consumed her, had done something much the same. Exactly the same. But here, with her half siblings all around her Ozriela gently prodding her, Oormi might have good reason to feel far more secure with the notion, with the utter surrender. Whether she would or not, however... Ozriela continued to tease, lightly shifting back and forth, grinding herself between Oormi's petals without truly penetrating her, every burst of stimulation pure bliss even as it drew more of her essence away and left metaphysical ecstasy in its place.
"Well... You wanna know... What this feels like? Inside?"
A second orgasm did come for the inexperienced foxgirl, and it was every bit as sweet as the first. Sweeter still, however, was the utter satisfaction that rose from inflicting that same pleasure on another. The inexperienced kitsune had felt many new sensations that day, but making the naga cum proved to be the most intense and confusing one yet.
The idea that she could make someone feel so good dwarfed the realization that she herself could feel such pleasure. And it was as addictive as standing victorious in front of the cheering crowds of the Acheron arena. Perhaps it didn't carry the same glory, but the rewards she gained from visiting pleasure on the other woman ranked every bit as highly as far as Oormi was concerned. The press of trembling flesh against her own, the wet proof of success on her fingers, and the brilliant colors of the naga intermingling with her own all intermingled to allow her to feel more connected with a person than she'd ever been in her life.
And she wanted to do it again. She wanted to put her fingers and vibrations back to work on the naga again and again until they were both covered in a sheen of sweat. She wanted to exercise the power that existed in rendering another person helpless with pleasure. She wanted to hear her own name on the other woman's lips. Most importantly to the blind kitsune, she wanted to paint her half-sister with the colors of her own waves. That would be a greater pleasure than even the nagas' tongues were inflicting.
Oormi was in the midst of confusion at those desires and a fog left by the dual pleasure of giving and receiving orgasm when Ozriela decided to 'bring out the thing.' The blind foxgirl wasn't a formally trained mage. She couldn't have puzzled out the significance of the way that that her half-sister was manipulating waves even if she hadn't been in a better condition, but her daze made it impossible. But her confusion persisted long after she ought to have puzzled it out. Even when the fleshy thing was formed, the foxgirl could only wonder why anybody would want magic that allowed them to sprout a horn.
Her knees were pressed into her shoulders, an easy feat for the flexible foxgirl left even more relaxed, and limber as a result, from pleasure, and it still didn't click. It wasn't until the tip of it pressed against her that understanding hit her like a sack of bricks. The snake-like woman had a dick. Specifically, her half-sister had a dick. And it was pointed at her own crotch.
Oormi's face went a shade redder and her head metaphorically exploded as her brain went wild with so much activity that it nearly overwhelmed the aphrodisiac. A dick! Her first dick. Well, not the first dick she'd seen. She'd lived in a faerie sanctuary for years. You'd be lucky if you could live in a fae sanctuary for ten minutes without seeing one. The first dick she'd experience. Maybe. Her first consensual dick. But it was her dick. Specifically, it was her sister's dick. Plus it was a raw dick. Raw dicks were how pregnancies happened. Her mother had never tried the stork shtick with her. Instead she sat the kitsune down for an awkward talk warning her to avoid raw dicks. Again, faerie sanctuary. But it was a dick. Like the kind of dick the noble had in that book! The kind of dick she might've thought about every once in a while when the faerie baths were a certain temperature. Except it was a dick attached to her sister. Well, a dick attached to her half-sister, did that make a difference? Was there a god to pray to in this situation? What should she do?!
Two voices rose up to help -- well, maybe more yell at than help -- Oormi in her situation. The first was the shrieking voice of her mother. You did WHAT?! With WHO?! I've come to expect that sort of behavior from Aadhya but not from you! You're supposed to be the smart one! Incest! What would your grandparents say about that? You weren't supposed to give me grandchildren until I was at least forty! And definitely not with one of your sisters! Her mother's voice went on and on. In the meantime, the other voice, probably belonging to the aphrodisiac, just repeated the word "dick" over an over again between her imagined mother's yelling, usually in time with the jolts of pleasure sparked from Ozriela rubbing against her clit.
So which voice was a besieged foxgirl to listen to? Her imagined mother yelling at her about it being the family tree and not the family tumbleweed, or her arousal reminding her of the countless times she'd spied nymphs, sidhe, and fauns in the throes of dick-induced pleasure? It would've been a tough choice... except, well, she'd already stripped naked and allowed her half-sisters to lap at her crotch until she had cum. And then she'd not only fingered one of her half-sisters to orgasm, she'd imagined repeating the act until the other woman cried out her name in a haze of pleasure. Her mother probably wasn't going to be more understanding just because she'd called it a day once the cock had come out. Plus, the dick-voice was making a series of appealing points in its own simplistic arguments. And besides, she'd always been taught to see things through to the end....
"O-okay... I think I'd... like that. To know that, that is! But...." The imagined nagging in her head wouldn't stop unless she included the next part. A bit of mutually assured destruction should make Ozriela tread carefully. "If I end up pregnant... Asp is going to know why. Okay?"
Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 72, EP = 60/60, Status = Maybe Fine? Iunno, post orgy panic time, Clothing at 4/25 TP
5 snekbutts: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Gain 4 exp for... Uhm... Reasons. Did you get XP for looting the sneakthief as a slave and all of the other stuff yet?
Ozriela actually stopped at Oormi's dire warning, and were it not for her blindness the young kitsune could have seen the puzzled look that came over the naga's expression. It quickly shifted into a smirk, however, and she nuzzled into Oormi briefly while gently prodding at her entrance with that engorged shaft, which still glowed to her perception. "Silly... I can't get you pregnant," She said in a seductive, hissing purr, serpentine hips whirring slightly and then jabbing forward an inch, causing her tip to stir against Oormi's petals and then dive just an inch past them, parting them by the barest of margins.
"I've still never been with a boy!"
Whatever she might make of that announcement, Oormi wouldn't have much of an opportunity to think on it before Ozriela shifted forward with power and purpose. She wasn't rough, and the smooth surface of her conjured shaft parted Oormi's inner walls with a minimum of drag and an explosion of stimulation. With it she felt the colors of her spirit and the serpent's merging, a bridge of essence forming roughly where their bridge of flesh joined, and the physical sensations were only amplified as the combination of colors played out before her unusual senses.
Ozriela let out a low groan as she impaled the kitsune, sliding deep into her and filling her barely touched womanhood to the very limits of what it could hold. Arousal, the experience of only a day prior, her supernatural heritage and perhaps something of what she had consumed left her taking all of the naga's rod without even an inkling of discomfort. Pure bliss worlds beyond anything she had ever been able to inflict upon herself flashed through her mind, and while her half-sister might not have the skill of the dark angel who had raped her the fact that the encounter was consensual undoubtedly made it far more enjoyable than the embarrassment she had suffered in the arena. The throaty purr of the woman inflicting such pleasures upon her and the connection formed between them on a metaphysical front at least suggested that Ozriela's experience was at least comparable to hers as the kitsune's inner walls wrapped around her cock, and with her driven nearly to the hilt there was quite a bit to provide pleasure for the both of them.
Following the first thrust, Ozriela rested for a few moments, letting Oormi adjust to being filled while their other siblings kissed her thighs and the third nipped at her neck, but when she slid back and drove back in the surge of stimulation was enough that it might rip the breath from her lungs were she not braced for it. Pure bliss wracked her inexperienced frame, color exploding as her essence flowed out of her in a river, but Ozriela sipped at it rather than gorged lest she leave Oormi without the stamina left to enjoy their coupling. Her hips struck Oormi's, causing a burst of further stimulation as the naga's cock prodded against her cervix and sent the nerve endings located around it purring with satisfaction, but she was still fairly gentle and the mild discomfort caused by being filled so deeply was easily ignored, buried in an avalanche of pure pleasure.
Much more of that was to come as Ozriela began to move, snake-hips undulating like a desert serpent moving across the dunes as she pumped at a brusque pace. "Nnnn... Oooh, wow! Nnnnffff.... So goooood.... Hoooomygods... I've never... It's so... Warm... Tight~" Ozriela gasped, letting out intermittent grunts between words as she writhed, working her shaft in and out of Oormi at a steadily building pace. The heightened speed only shortened the gap between powerful bursts of sensation and shortened the periods of painful emptiness, and as Ozriela drew faster Oormi felt a buildup of pressure growing in her lower abdomen. Minutes passed as Ozriela knocked away at her folds, smoothly sliding in and out but brushing across every nerve along the way, and thought the naga's rut eventually leveling out the buildup of pressure inside of her did not. It grew, and grew, and grew some more, rising like a mountain within that was greater than any that she had ever experienced before.
"Nnnn, oof, nnnn... Nnnn... Mmmm.... Mmmmfff.... Nnnn... Gonna.... Ooohhh!!!" After only a short while, perhaps five to ten minutes, Ozriela suddenly broke out into a breakneck pace that had her hammering wildly into Oormi's supple body. The athletic kitsune proved able to take the abuse, but it briefly added enough discomfort to slow her buildup just as she felt like she was soon to crest the hill and start the glorious descent that inevitably followed.
"Oooh! She's about to...."
"Yeah! Give it to her sis!"
The encouraging words from the other nage proved ancillary at that point, however, as Oormi soon felt the barrier inside of her begin to give under Ozriela's furious battery. Her cervix dilated, yielding to the invader. A few thrusts later the tip poked through that final defense and into her innermost chamber. That proved initially uncomfortable, and Ozriela's thrusts suddenly stopped, leaving her full but pressured... Until the vibrating started. Not subtle tremors like those that kept pulsing through both of them, or the soft motion produced when the naga made certain sounds, but a full-on thrumming vibration that suddenly had Oormi's every nerve giving signals of pure pleasure. The hill she had just started to descend the wrong way suddenly rocked, throwing her over the cliff and pouring ecstatic physical bliss into her mind that was amplified a thousand fold by the sudden burst of mixing colors as her essence melted furiously with that of the naga's.
It would almost have been enough to let Oormi ignore the feel of something shifting inside of her, of an added thickness and hardness to Ozriela's smooth shaft that trailed down, starting at her outer lips but quickly proceeding into her. It squeezed deep inside, ultimately slowing only slightly as it hit her cervix before a luke-warm burst of thick goo splashed against the roof of her womb. It felt like being hit by a warm, melting snowball, albeit more pleasant given the location, and it happened again and again and again while Ozriela's shaft continued to vibrate inside of her and extend her peak. It continued for minutes, literal minutes of extended bliss leaving her increasingly exhausted in every way imaginable as globs of cum were poured into her depths.
When Ozriela finally relaxed, Oormi felt bloated inside, her womb filled to capacity with whatever the snake woman had fired into her, but any panic she might feel at the notion would have to filter through her dreams. Pure exhaustion from the day's events and the first lovemaking of her life, combined with the drain upon her already taxed magical energies, were too much for Oormi to handle. She lasted long enough to feel Ozriela pull out of her before darkness took her...
And when she awoke, it was in a puddle of snoozing snakes. All of them were clustered around her, having let her legs back down, and touching her as much as was possible. That left her buried quite thoroughly, a position that would be extremely difficult to rise from as the scaly blankets weighted her down. She was still very much naked, among her siblings, and while something left her with a sense of comfortable contentedness the panic of what she had just participated in might now have a proper opportunity to sink in.
"W... what?" she managed to ask to no avail a fraction of a second before the shaft pointed at her groin finally made its move. But she lost all interest soon after.
There was no real way Oormi could've ever been prepared for true consensual sex with a partner. Even if Ozriela had been more gradual about pressing into the foxgirl's tight depths it wouldn't have made a difference. Nothing even in years of living among faeries would have prepared her for it; not the sights, not the smells, nor the stories. It wasn't painful. She wasn't one of those unfortunate human women who lacked for sensitive nerves and pliable inner walls and, as a result, the capacity to enjoy being the feeling of the thick cock brushing against every centimeter of her inner walls every bit as much as the owner of that cock was surely enjoying nestling in her depths. But there was just so much more to it than that.
There was the intimacy. The warmth of her half-sister's body. The way she could feel the naga's muscles work as she made each thrust. The wonderful rainbow of colors that danced between their bodies. The little shudders Ozriela gave as the pleasure she received from her own efforts traveled up her spine. Especially that last one, as the idea that she could bring someone else such wonderful pleasure was difficult to surpass. It all coalesced to release a sort of chemical happiness directly into the blind kitsune's brain which made her giggle and moan, and made the coupling much more enjoyable than it ever could've been just from stimulation.
"Ooohh... It's really, nn, nice~" she whimpered breathlessly, lost in the myriad of joys available to her. "I want more~" the kitsune cooed in a voice drunk on pleasure, urging her sister to pick up her pace and provide them both with wonderful, orgasmic bliss. In her position, there wasn't much else she could do other than to verbally encourage her partner and otherwise lie back and marvel at the sensations running through her body and the myriad of other sources of touch and smell. She would briefly make an attempt to capture Ozriela's lips with her own, so that she could enjoy even more intimacy as the other woman began to build into a rut, but beyond that she was willing to simply bask in the bliss of their coupling.
And indeed, she certainly didn't prove more capable of doing anything to steer the course of their lovemaking when her half-sister picked up her pace even further, hammering into her. Such a large organ slamming between her unpracticed petals would've surely hurt if not for her heritage. Even with her supernatural nature, the kitsune's build toward orgasm slowed to a snail's pace, but Oormi still found some joy in it all just knowing that Ozriela's own pleasure was nearing a crescendo. There was something wonderful about knowing that her partner was experiencing similar wonderful sensations just as a result of their coupling. And when her naga half-sibling's tip intruded into her womb and the massive organ began to vibrate, Oormi could only smile and giggle drunkenly. "Nnnf, cum for me~" she pleaded, the lust finally having knocked all sensibility out of her mind. "Fill me with your seed, Ozriela!"
Her words slurred into moans as Ozriela heeded her demands, whether the naga could even understand the words or not. The realization that the other woman was experiencing the very heights of pleasure, the feeling of thick cum entering her womb for the first time in her life, and the vibrations against her inner walls all proved too much for the kitsune, and she shared the naga's orgasm soon afterward. It wasn't quite the explosion of pure, orgasmic bliss that Ozriela was no doubt experiencing, but instead soft waves of pleasure seemed to roll across the blind foxgirl's entire body emanating from her very core.
What Oormi's orgasm might have lacked in sheer intensity, it made up for in duration. It felt something akin to experiencing all of life's little joys rolled into a ball and amplified tenfold, all over the course of a few minutes. It was wonderful, and it left her with a mental high that melted away all her stresses and concerns. She could've easily become addicted to such physical bliss melded with that feeling of utter relaxation. And even as her stomach slightly rounded with her own half-sister's cum, the minor discomfort wasn't enough to keep her from drifting off into an equally soothing deep sleep even as her sister pulled free of her and allowed her to begin draining onto the sheets....
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Unfortunately, as soon as she woke up and took in her surroundings Oormi's calm vanished immediately. Oh no, she thought to herself, as she came to realize that she was buried in a pile of her naked half-siblings and her thighs were crusty with her own dried juices and Ozriela's cum. Oh no, oh no, oh no. But there was no need to question what she had done, because she could remember almost every single second of it. What had possessed her to do all that? Had Aadhya's insanity taken root in her and finally sprouted? What if she was pregnant? How would she tell her mother? Her father? Asp? Worst of all though... why had it felt so good? Why did she want to feel all those sensations a second time?!
She spent several minutes still and silent, trying unsuccessfully to calm herself down only to become more aware of each inch of her half-sister's flesh in contact with her own body with each passing second. By the time she'd decided that there was no calm to be found for her in the naga pile, her nerves had frayed away nearly to nothingness. Oormi really didn't want to wake them up. Her wish to avoid disturbing her half-sisters was partially because she didn't want to disturb their sleep, but primarily because she hoped to be up and dressed before having to face them again and see how they reacted to what had happened between all of them. Still, if she was trapped between her naked siblings for much longer she was sure she would go insane, so that only really left one choice.
The blind kitsune would start by casting her wave vision, and then would try to extricate herself from her sisters and get out of the bed without waking any of them up. On the off chance she was successful, she would quickly and quietly get dressed. Then... well, she'd really need some time to think. And maybe to give alcohol a try too.
Just in case it's needed. She spends 2 EP to cast a +12 Perception buff (Lesser Strength) with 0 upkeep. She has 19 casting, succeeds on a 10. Idk if this counts as grappled or not.
I'm pretty sure she got xp for sneakthief already. I'll look through that later. Also going to spend XP later. Considering just going ahead and converting to DG4 now, but I wanted to get this post out today.
Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 72, EP = 58/60, Status = So Naive, +12 Perception, Clothing at 4/25 TP
5 snekbutts: Be all like
Oormi's desire to extract herself from the clutches of her sisters without disturbing them would prove to be a desire that she was unfortunately unable to see to fruition. The quintet of naga clutched to her fairly aggressively even in their sleep, given that the kitsune was both pleasantly soft and the greatest source of warmth available to them. All of them began to stir as she started moving, and though she managed to extract herself one by one from their grip by the time she was half extracted all of them were in various stages of waking up.
"Whozawha?" Ozriela, the closest of the lot and the one who was practically on top of her, proved the quickest to awaken and peered curiously up at Oormi. The kitsune was getting a lot of annoyed looks by the time she clambered desperately out of the bed, but by that point the five snakes were well on the way to awake. Getting dressed without being stared at simply wasn't going to happen by that point, but the five didn't seem nearly as distressed about how they had awakened as she was.
They began to slither out of bed as well, sliding over each other with annoyed and pained grunts as elbows and hip bones and heads clashed while they all tried to get out of bed. Ozriela was the first out, and she was still fairly bleary eyed as she started pulling on clothes... Some of which weren't even hers. None of the naga seemed to be paying all that much attention, however, leaving Oormi able to try to slip out hastily if she wished... But the moment that she did, Ozriela would reach out and plant a hand on her shoulder.
"Hold up... Hold up hold up hold up... Mmmm... That was, uhhh, fun... So, should we look you up, oooor?" She trailed off, releasing her grip on Oormi's shoulder to plant a hand on her hip. "You can usually find us around Asp's shop, and I guess we could find you here... Don't go moving on us though, alright? I guess you'll have to lock up, so we'll get out of here... But it's early, so give us a minute."
The naga proved unable to act very efficiently when freshly awakened, and it took nearly ten minutes for them to reach a state of collective decency. They would slither out, leaving Oormi able to lock her door, and then begin heading for the stairwell. The inn's common room was fairly empty at this hour, fortunately, leaving her suffering only a few odd looks that the blind kitsune didn't even really get to see now that she was coming down with a whole squad of naga preceding her. At that point she was free to spend her day as she wished, be it on her own doing something in Acheron or to see any of the number people she'd met in her brief time there.
The blind foxgirl would awkwardly set about putting on her fresh set of clothes after her efforts woke her sisters, since her cheongsam and the Amazonian clothing she'd received from the faeries were both still damaged beyond wearing. The second set of clothing she had purchased consisted of a pair of black thigh highs, a slightly-less-than-modest-length pleated black skirt, a white, button-up shirt with long sleeves, and a long black jacket. She re-donned her black, shortened spats and camisole right away, because while she would've preferred a chance to clean them first she was far more worried about getting dressed as soon as possible given the circumstances. Afterward, she pulled on the thigh highs, brought the skirt on over her legs and up to her waist -- where it happened to be just long enough to hide the fact that she was wearing spats under it -- slipped on and buttoned up the white shirt, and finally donned the new jacket over all of it. When she was finished dressing, Oormi took the sash from her original outfit and wrapped it around her so that she could wear one of her steel swords and the gift her sisters had given her on her waist. All the while, she did her best to pretend that she didn't have five siblings ogling her and getting dressed themselves.
"Um. I didn't intend on going anywhere else," she admitted when the most lithe of her sisters caught her in her attempt to escape. Though now that Ozriela had mentioned it, fleeing to another tavern or, even better, another city was starting to sound like a good idea. Still, it wouldn't be a very auspicious beginning to her personal tale if she was forced to flee Acheron and the quest she'd taken up due entirely to amorous siblings. "But I am still looking for a steady source of income, so I can't promise that I'll be able to maintain the rent on this room. If I do have to find other lodgings, I'll be sure to leave you a message at Asp's so you can find me," she offered, though at that moment in time she was pretty sure she'd do anything but inform her naga siblings where she was going if she had to relocate.
Beyond that, though, she would give them as much time as they needed to get dressed. She'd spend the interim period doing everything she could to not explode from shame and embarrassment. When they were on their way out the door, however, Oormi did say a farewell of sorts. "Bye. And, um, Ozriela? My offer to give you some swordsmanship lessons still stands. Come meet me here tonight if you have the free time, okay? I'll teach you some of the basics," the blind kitsune offered as the group departed, all while trying really hard not to think too much about why the rules for faerie sparring had popped into her head while she was talking.
Once her half-sisters were gone, Oormi was left to wonder what she should do to start her own day, and hopefully to take her mind further off what she'd done the night before. Her patron would probably send for her when he needed her next, so she didn't need to worry too much about that. She wasn't sure if she'd missed the meeting times to speak with the goblins or the strange man she'd encountered, either, so it was hard to say whether she should rush off and try to find them in order to keep true to her original offers. That left one task in mind: dealing with Sebastion. Claiming the thief from the guards did have a time limit, so she supposed it was a wise enough thing to prioritize. First, however, she needed to look into getting the things needed to safely keep him at her side. As she only really knew of one general shop in town, that meant she needed to make trip to Asp's... which was probably where her siblings were going.
The thought of showing up just a few minutes after her sisters after they had probably been gone for hours was, frankly, mortifying. If there hadn't been a time limit on retrieving Sebastion and she didn't need to have the restraints and precautions on hand, Oormi wouldn't have gone at all. There was and she did though, so the blind kitsune did the next best thing and simply gave her sisters a fifteen minute head start before she exited the room, locked the door behind her, and, with the help of location magic if necessary, attempted to find her way back to Asp's so she could find some sort of toolkit for a beginner slaver.
To Asp's shop! This definitely won't be awkward! Use Locate if necessary for 2 EP to find it! Woo!
Still need to spend XP and consider a proper DG4 conversion but I am just trying to keep things rolling again.
Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 72, EP = 58/60, Status = Alright I guess, +12 Perception, Clothing at 4/25 TP
NPCs Ozriela Snek half sister
Rogroth Goblin of the Red Guard, asked Oormi for a date, gave her an address to meet at
Lord Alvarien
Sebastion
"Huh... Maybe mom would let you come stay with us!" Ozriela replied thoughtfully, before brightening suddenly. "You could bunk with me! There isn't a lot of room, but I think we'd manage... You are VERY warm!" However she might respond to her apparently oblivious half-sibling, once dressed they would file out, and Oormi would pause only long enough after bidding the naga farewell to repeat her offer of sword training to the most outgoing of her serpentine relatives. The naga brightened anew at the kitsune's offer, and though she couldn't see properly the sudden intensity in the flow of her essence was telltale sign enough of her positive emotional state.
"Ooooh! Ooh ooh ooh! I'd almost forgotten! Yeah, definitely.... So, around seven? Oh, right... You probably aren't so good at telling the time. Uhm... I'll just come here, and if you aren't around I'll wait for you, okay?" Ozriela paused, awaiting an answer, and assuming that Oormi answered affirmatively despite her peaking embarrassment over the shenanigans she had participated in with the quintet of snake women if she opted to at least humor her Ozriela would give a half-hop on her snake-haunches in delight and shake her hands in front of her in delight. "Ooooh! Yay, alright... I'll see you later!"
Having already missed the meeting with the goblin who had originally helped her secure Sebastion and the prospective meeting with the strange man who had approached her outside of Lord Alvarien's manor, Oormi had nothing else to distract her from traveling to Asp's in search of something to use to keep Sebastion under control. Though she couldn't see it, Oormi stepped out into the warmth of morning light, and the bustle of Acheron was somewhat muted in the morning hours. The streets were still full of vibrant colors for the kitsune to examine as she passed them, the streets being fairly populous even if many of those who had filled their night with debauchery hadn't yet managed to rouse themselves, though how interested she might be in observing those she passed through her wavesight was ultimately up to her.
Magic wouldn't be necessary to reach the naga's shop; she'd heard of it often enough and could easily be directed to it, though if she wished not to socialize she could expend a bit of energy to accomplish the same result. Oormi wouldn't manage to make it all the way to Asp's without encountering someone moving to intercept her, however, for about a quarter of the way there she found her path blocked by a stocky figure whose voice and mannerisms suggested that they were male, and whose energies suggested that they were at least partially of demonic descent.
"You there! Stop... Hold on a moment!" The stranger said in a tone of forced joviality, holding up a hand to stop the kitsune if she didn't come to a halt as soon as he stepped into her path. "Hello there! It's a pleasure to meet you!" He continued once she had come to a stop, a manic note underplaying his words. "I represent a starting business, and you fit the... Select nature of our clientele! Would you be interested in receiving a free coffee this morning, reviewing our product and service, and perhaps suggesting ways in which we might improve for the future? It will only take at most ten minutes of your time!"
