That morning...
Princess of the Hades Empire, and dedicated heroine of Primal Earth, the young woman known as Tomb woke to a strange longing, a wistful feeling that filled her with melancholy as she washed and dressed, a longing that was cured as she put on the gift that her gracious host had given her.
Once more a vast web of golden lights filled her senses, greeting her, welcoming her, making her feel wanted, safe and treasured. She felt content, for the second time in her life, the physical presence of her gift faded from sight as she placed the second gift she had received around her neck.
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
After a fairly sedate breakfast the Vyera and her entourage are whisked off to the spa and a day of pampering begins. The facilities themselves are top notch, although there is the slightly conspicuous absence of any kind of facial therapy on the schedule. The staff is almost exclusively female, and seems to be on fairly friendly terms with Vyera and seem to be extending this hospitality to her guests.
By around mid afternoon, during a pedicure, the wondrous and energising feelings brought on from the earlier feeding seem at last to dissipate completely and Tomb is left with something of a craving, a hunger to experience the vitalising pleasure again.
The thirst is not particularly strong, and does not seem to get any stronger with time, nor however, does it seem to fade either. It’s like a persistent itch that doesn’t seem to want go away. Food, drink or rest seem to do nothing to abate it, although the soothing presence of the mask itself seems to at least compensate to some small degree.
When there are plenty of other distractions, it is barely perceptible, only being noticeable again if someone were to draw attention to it, other times; it is far more unrelenting, although never really rising beyond that of a minor pang of hunger. Focusing on it does seem to make the urge more unbearable however, during those times it is possible can almost picture the wondrous vitalising energy surging through one’s body again; to feel the taste of those sublime feelings of bliss.
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9/13 - Never Forget.
8/31 - Never Forget even more.
That day...
Shed been shown how to trigger the surge, concentrate her attentions on the amulet, grasp it between her hands and concentrate. After two minutes the central stone began to glow, like the emeralds around it, and then brighter still.
The surge came seconds later, it was the worst experience of her life, it was the greatest experience of her life. A wave of overwhelming pleasure, body trembling and mind numbing, it seemed like she was unable to think, to act for an eternity, there seemed to be nothing but crushing rolling waves of pleasure, pleasure that filled her entire universe.
Then it grew bearable, she could think and act again, though lessened the pleasure remained in the back of her mind, her body revitalised in the afterglow of the mind shattering experience. As her mind returned, the central emerald ceased to glow, as did one of the outer gems of the amulet, leaving ten more charges in the device.
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
It is not long before one of the spa workers returns to Tomb, and after a examining her briefly for a moment, leaves with a faint knowing smile on her face. She is replaced soon enough by Vyera however, who sits down next to Tomb.
“Hello again. I see you’ve been experimenting.”
Tomb, still basking in the afterglow of the experience, takes a second or two to respond.
“Oh, was I supposed to ask first? I did not wish to introduce your treatment Vyera.”
“Oh of course not, I just didn't expect you to try again so soon,” responded Vyera, brushing her concern off with a wave of her hand. “There really isn't anything that compares is there?”
“There really isn't, it's beyond words, at least any words I have encountered”
“Well, hopefully I'll have time to teach you to manage to do everything by yourself, without the amulet. Still, you should pace yourself; it can be a bit psychologically addictive.”
“I see, will the feeling of need pass, if I remove the mask? If this feeling only last a day, I'm afraid it might be hard to control my pace.”
“Oh, it's just a matter of a bit of metal discipline, I mean, it's not like there'll be any actual harm if you go and binge, although I will need to refill that reliquary for you. The thing to do is draw it out, to not consume it all at once."
“Draw it out, I see, well that can be done, after all I'm not a glutton.”
“Well, in a bit you can try again, but this time taking it slower and not using it up all at once. You really should worry though, I’ve known people with much more voracious appetites than you, and they managed just fine. You just relax and enjoy yourself, there’s really very little to worry about.”
With that, Vyera stands, turning to leave.
“You just come and find me when you want to try again and I’ll walk you through it.”
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9/13 - Never Forget.
8/31 - Never Forget even more.
((This is a continuation of the shenanigans involving Tomb and Vyera, since my internet connection is currently unreliable))
June 14th, Vyeras Mansion, Eka Upsilon 5 2
The day after Vyeras birthday was a pleasant one, slightly overcast with some sun, the temperature looking to reach a high 22 degrees. All in all, a fairly lovely midsummer day.
Vyera rose for breakfast slightly after 9 oclock, dress in a fairly light and casual green and blue ensemble. It was transparently clear that she was happy with something, and barely trying to conceal it as she sat on a patio and consumed her croissant and orange juice.
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