[The Norkari Mtns.] Chalet du Sommet Minuit

Several hours later, after riding the aftershocks back down into a semi-coherent state, Naoki finds herself lying on her side atop the altar, feeling more thoroughly satiated than she has been in ages. That, and also a bit strange. Because in addition to all of the appendages she usually has, Naoki is also sporting two decidedly new, and non-standard ones- both of them long, black, and more than slightly sticky. As one might expect, it’s a very alien sort of sensation, to have more appendages than one is used to, but bearing in mind the context, and functions of the appendages, it wasn’t a wholly unpleasant experience, she thinks. In fact, she’s rather looking forward to the next opportunity she will have to exercise them, whatever or whenever that might be.

However, for the time being, enough is enough. Wouldn’t want to get too sore, after all. Exercising the magics granted to her though the new tattoo on her inner thigh, Naoki wills her physiology back to the way it was, hoping that it will be alright to ride hard and put away wet, as it were in a more literal sense than usual. Though it is somewhat difficult, she is successful, causing her extra appendages to- over the course of a minute or so, shorten and melt into her skin- without leaving so much as a blemish.

After checking to ensure that everything is where it ought to be, Naoki smirks a bit to herself, evidently quite pleased. Though she hasn’t mastered this new ability yet, Naoki is both very satisfied with it and impressed that Cahryss was willing and able to grant it to her. She honestly thought it beyond the scope of feasibility to be granted such an ability as this and would have happily settled simply for some manner of glamour or gender manipulation magic. Yet, it was not.

Sitting up, Naoki swings her legs off the side of the altar, sporting a silly sort of lopsided smirk. Turning her head to one side, Naoki looks to Cahryss, intending to eyeball and assess her newest partner- to see if she is as satisfied as she is.

Fornilan squeaked as he appeared on the Demonlady's hand, having been torn from his place within the Circle of Lust quite unexpectedly. Then he was blinking owlishly up at Naoki with big black eyes, his little tentacles twitching and curling around Cahryss's fingers. The reason for his appearance was silently made known to him by the Demonlady, and the little tentacle demon immediately perked up, lifting a tentacle to wave cheerily at Naoki while he spoke in a chirpy voice just this side of androgynous.

"Hi! I'm Fornilan! But you can call me Forni!"

As Charyss offers her goodbyes and moves to depart, Naoki offers her a wave with her free hand and turns her attention away from Forni for a moment to take another nice, looong look at Charyss’ backside before it disappears through the portal.

Afterward, she returns her attention to the rascal in her hand and looks on silently as he scoots his way up her arm, and up onto her shoulder. As he nuzzles up into the side of her head, he earns a small smile. He’s an interesting little sort of thing, she thinks. Surprisingly affectionate- and articulate, for a being created for the sole purpose of- and indeed named after fornication.

As his tentacles inflate, Naoki’s smile shifts to a small ‘o’ shape of surprise and realization. ‘To serve any function,’ indeed. “I’m sure you will,” she responds, raising her opposite hand to rub at the top of his head.

“For now, though, come with me, I need to get clean. … And so do you, probably.” Goodness only knows where he was prior to being summoned, and Naoki isn’t quite looking to contract any demonic diseases.

With that, Naoki takes to her feet, albeit a bit unsteadily. Figuring that Forni shouldn’t have any trouble at all staying on his perch, Naoki takes a moment to survey the room- and the mess she’s made of it, before dismissing the matter as a problem for later and moving to the door. Through the door and toward the stairs leading back up into the Chalet proper, Naoki proceeds, bowlegged, intending to walk directly to the nearest reasonable washroom.

On their way through the basement hallway, there wasn’t too much to see. Lots of stone, lots of large, closed doors, and a few visible glyphs. Truth be told, the majority of The Chalet’s inner workings and protective magics are centered down here, locked securely away. Those, as well as numerous vaults, workshops, and other rooms that wouldn’t be suitable to have anywhere above.

However, once up the steps and through the thick door leading downward, things brighten up considerably. They seem to have emerged into a large hallway, wide enough for perhaps five persons to walk side by side comfortably. The floor is done in polished wood and mostly covered by a crimson carpet running down the center of the hall. Warm lighting is provided by chandeliers, which shines downward onto the occasional painting, potted plant, and bits of bric-à-brac placed on tables.

Taking a right, Naoki walks swiftly along the edge of the hallway, such so that as she drips, she doesn’t drip onto the carpet, but rather the wood. Luckily enough, it isn’t very far, and Naoki doesn’t encounter anyone along the way. Not that anyone could reasonably question or chastise her- and there aren’t any children about, but it would still be somewhat awkward to explain why she’s running about naked, covered in bodily fluids, with a tentacle demon on her shoulder.

As it turns out, the nearest bath is one of the larger ones. That is to say, it’s a massive and luxurious marble affair, centered around a central, circular basin embedded into the floor that could probably seat twenty comfortably. In addition to the restroom off to one side, the room also features a few cabinets, some pegs- presumably for hanging clothing on, and a secondary basin, off to the left of the first and roughly a quarter of the size.

It is this secondary tub that Naoki approaches, and carefully crouches beside. Next to the edge, a few palm-sized black stones are placed in stark contrast to the pale white marble. Upon each stone, symbols have been carved. After taking a moment to study the symbols, Naoki places her palm on one of them, and waits for a moment.

A few moments later, the very same glyph appears on the bottom of the tub, and begins to glow. A second later, Naoki and Forni are buffeted by a sudden wave of heat, seemingly emanating from what must be some manner of heating rune.

Stating the obvious, Naoki narrates to Forni, “Oops- that’s the heat.”

Moving her hand to another one of the black stones, Naoki glances up to the tub. This time, water begins to flow in from two points high on the walls where before, no spout was visible. Nodding slightly to herself, Naoki seems satisfied. Based on how quickly it seems to be filling, it will take the tub a few minutes before it’s suitable to enter.

With this in mind, Naoki seats herself on the edge- careful not to press any of the stones with her behind, with her legs dangling down into the basin. Without much more to do until the tub fills, she turns her attention to Forni.

“Fornilan, hm?...” She trails off, eyeing him. “I suppose you feed on lust? What’s that like, feeding on a feeling?”

As Forni works his way downward, he would presumably cross over Naoki’s stomach, trailing his little tentacles all the way down her midriff and side. As he does, Naoki’s breath catches in her throat, her tail- which had been lying idle, lashes upward, and the entirety of her body twitches as if to toss Forni off, but she’s able to control herself beyond that. After he moves past the stomach, she relaxes somewhat and shudders a sigh of relief as she listens to his response to her question.

As soon as she’s finished, however, Naoki cuts back in, “Alright, that’s all very well, but we’re going to digress here for just a moment. For this to be a healthy, mutually agreeable relationship, we’re going to set up some rules and guidelines so that we both get what we want, and aren’t displeased in the process. By that, I mean that I’m going to give you rules, and if you’d like something, or would like to set a rule or guideline for me, you’ll ask, and I will do my best to accommodate. Seem reasonable?”

Evidently, her question was rhetorical, because Naoki immediately goes on to brandish a single, very sternly pointed finger in Forni’s direction as she states, “Your first rule is no tickling.”

After delivering that point somewhat strongly, Naoki takes a deep breath, removes the edge from her tone, and continues, still brandishing the finger, but moreso now for emphasis rather than for intimidation. “Do not tickle me unless I explicitly request that you do so. … And I will. I appreciate an uncontrollable fit of orgasmic laugher on occasion. … But outside of those specifically designated instances, I do not appreciate being tickled, and you should endeavor to avoid it whenever possible, in all situations. Other sorts of uninvited caressing, rubbing, or molesting... you could probably get away with- but not tickling. Got it?”

Quirking an eyebrow and planting a hand on her hip, Naoki does her best to study Forni’s face, attempting to figure if she came off too strong or not. The intention was to be firm, but not so firm as to be oppressive or seem angry, but in cases such as these, wherein the individual in question is presumably the equivalent of a demon child, Naoki isn’t entirely sure that her intentions will translate well.

Shaking her head to indicate the negative, Naoki eyes Fornilan, still somewhat puzzled. In listening, Naoki’s mouth has formed the sort of very straight, somewhat strained expression one makes when trying not to smile, because as amused as they are, they’re still attempting to maintain some pretense of seriousness.

“No… I don’t have any more rules for now, but if you have something that you’d like me to do, either now or at some other time, say so.”

As they’ve been chatting, the tub seems to have filled up to a satisfactory level. Leaning over to one side, Naoki presses her palm to the appropriate stone to stop it filling, and nods- mostly to herself. However, before she can enter, there is one other matter.

Naoki doesn’t quite imagine that they have swimming pools in the hellscape. If Forni has ever swum in anything, she thinks it would have probably been a bodily fluid of some variety. For how small he is, and if one would like to correlate size and age, he may have very little experience dealing with the world in general, and may have to be taught how to swim. 

Yet, he also apparently possesses a fairly strong grasp of the common language, so making assumptions about his age probably isn't wise. Regardless, Naoki thinks that before she dunks him, it would probably be prudent to check, at least. Raising an eyebrow toward Forni, Naoki voices her inquiry, highly unsure, “Do you… swim? … Have you swum? Do your tentacles even work for swimming...?”

Nodding along in very obvious and strong agreement, Naoki doesn’t seem to have any issue with Forni’s request; it goes without saying as far as she’s concerned. Generally speaking, she would not tolerate anyone being thrown against walls in her presence, and especially not someone as cute as Forni.

Looking on as Forni splashes about, Naoki reflects that as far as demons go, Forni is awfully endearing. More so than Naoki’s experiences with fairies- easily, and they’re supposed to be ‘better’. Smiling slightly, she spends a few moments considering if the stigmata placed on demons is entirely unwarranted, if she’s had the luck to only encounter the pleasant ones, or if she is simply the sort of person who gets on well with demons. Of those three possibilities, Naoki isn’t quite sure which one she would prefer to be true.

But in any case, Forni can and is swimming, which leaves Naoki without any good reason not to scoot off the edge and slide down into the tub proper, shuddering a bit as she adjusts to the high temperature. Bending at the waist, she slides further down into the water until she’s submerged to the chin. In this position, she remains for a moment, simply enjoying the sensation, and the heat; there aren’t many things one can do to feel quite as warm as being all but submerged in hot water.

For a moment, she considers lobbing another question at Forni, but, watching as he splashes about, clearly enjoying himself, Naoki opts to wait. There will be plenty of time to rail him with questions later. For now, she is content to relax.

Sitting quietly, Naoki remains more or less motionless and completely silent for a few minutes. Of all of the words that can be used to describe the experience that is sex with The Demonlady of Lust, ‘tiring’ is certainly one of them, and if not for Forni exiting the tub, she may have nodded off.

However, as he does, she looks up, straightening a bit and turning her head to follow his journey across the floor. He would find the cloth and soap easily enough in the cabinets lining one wall, along with a wardrobe of bathrobes and a fair variety of assorted bathing accessories- brushes, towels, even a bit of pumice.

Looking on curiously, Naoki muses that it’s somewhat amusing- the manner in which he manipulates the objects. Tentacles are certainly the most versatile sort of limb, three in one. As his intentions become clear, Naoki first reflects that the sort of tub she’s chosen isn’t actually particularly conductive to actually cleaning one’s self. The depth of it makes it difficult to rest one’s leg up against the other side, and there aren’t any options for moving water. As something of an afterthought, she entertains for a moment the notion of dissuading him but dismisses it. If he’s around to take care of her- and he seems willing enough to start without being prompted, there’s probably not any harm in letting him continue.

She does do what she can to make it easy, however. Lifting and separating her legs as appropriate, standing, and eventually rolling over to rest her crossed arms on the edge of the tub as he presumably gets far enough to need to access her back. Throughout the course of it, he wouldn’t note any unusual areas of ticklishness. The bottoms of the feet, the stomach and lower chest, and the armpits- nothing out of the ordinary in that sense, it would seem to be only her reaction that is exaggerated.