foreword written on 2025-04-13
I wrote this a few days ago because I had seen a movie, Birds of Prey or something?? about Harley Quinn or something. It wasn't that good of a movie, and it looked incredibly bland, but there was one scene where the villain guy was like doing something slightly erotic and then he got bad news and I think he expressed that frustration on the girl her was doing something with??
I especially find the idea of a villain punishing a messanger stupid, but well, you might still want to hurt someone. Why not your sex toy :3
And I found that a hot idea, and decided to write this thing
Interestingly, it changed quite some lore. As in, Oesala's whole reaction to the idea that the Great Machine might cause bad shit changed. Before, she was the first to respond, and the news came in really late. Now, she learned about it a while before shit actually went down, and still decided that it wasn't a problem worth worrying about, and that she would rather pretend there was no problem. This is very different, but I think it's better actually. I wrote it all in one go, so it's an unedited first draft.
I know this will be the first introduction of at least two readers into my story, so for context:
Oesala is a spirit and the leader of a country. BM means 'years Before Migration', and 'present day' is in the 16th century After Migration. So this is the far past.
At this point in time, Oesala was the leader of Ancient Ngimonia, which was the most advanced state at the time. She comes from another fallen country where she was the heir to the throne, but in the process where she and her brother became spirits instead of humans, because of some funny bullshit, there was a revolution and her power was lost. She sees building and ruling this country as taking back her destiny and fulfilling her duty to her parents and the world
the Great Machine is a large computer essentially, which allows people to use magic by simply speaking a word, and it will be performed for them. This is much easier than needing an item specifically geared to every task, and all the free people and some of the higher slaves would get access to this technology.
However, since we are looking at the world from a point in the future, we know that building this thing will cause the Great Flood, which will sink the entire central continent Atlantis-style, and the Ngimonians migrate to Ankxa, the southern continent, to avoid drowning, after which Oesala gets depression and there is a technological dark age
Oesala is a blackbird spirit, and a spirit always has a vessel, which is their like 'compagnion human' through which they interact with the physical world, and often speak. Tõtelli is a bat spirit, who is going to possess the Great Machine to give it a soul or something, and he was created by the Ngimonians, so under the eye of Oesala. That should be enough context, I think
(((another foreword... this foreword was written as I started writing it :v)))
so the idea of this scene is that it had actually been known for a while that shit was gonna go bad because of the construction of the Great Machine. This might be during construction?? It’s also because it’s just hot :3
because seggz scene because I wanna write that UvU
The year was 48 BM (((may be changed if I ever specifically work out the timeline))). The location was the stairway to the top of the Royal Palace’s tallest tower, atop which Oesala’s personal quarters were located.
Tõtelli was walking up the stairs, his bat-form hanging on tightly to his vessel’s arm. The tower was open, for a large part, and an ear-piercing wind was streaming across the stairs. And the stairs, they just seemed to keep on going. He had, of course, scaled them before, but it had been a while; Oesala wasn’t in the royal palace as often anymore, she was often somewhere in, on, or around the Great Machine. He, of course, was there almost constantly, being in charge of the construction.
However, that might come to an end. New researched showed that turning the machine on at full force, as was the plan, would drain all mana from the ground, and the results might be disasterous. First, plants in the area would all die, followed by the wild animals, but as more and more mana would be consumed from the crust, this area would spread, and it wasn’t clear where it would end. The crust did not regain mana as quickly as expected before, so either the machine would have to be scaled down, or it would have to run at a quarter of maximum power, which could be adjusted later on.
Tõtelli was going to inform Oesala of this fact.
He climbed higher and higher, and the wind became worse every step. This was the highest point until you hit the mountains in the north and east, or well, the spires of the Great Machine in the west, so the wind was completely unobstructed. Finally, he reached the entrance to the rooms, where the walls weren’t gauged open by empty windows, and the cold wind wouldn’t cut across his face. As soon as he closed the door, he heard a pressing silence, and the warmth of the corridor in contrast to the freezing wind was a shock to his skin. There wasn’t complete silence, though.. He heard some heavy breathing coming from the sitting room.
Tõtelli heaved a sigh. This happened more often.. When Oesala was busy, she would not stop for anything.
Tõtelli knocked on the sitting room’s door. After a few seconds, Oesala flew at him. Oesala’s blackbird form; there were ways to move between rooms for her like that. Suddenly, another gust of wind. It very purposefully pushed his hand to the knob, and from inside the room, he heard a command from Oesala’s vessel: “Come in!”
He opened the door. Oesala flew back in, landing.. on top of a woman’s breasts. Oesala’s vessel, Uāmoquõ, was laying on the sofa, clad in a long thin black dress, and her hand was between the legs of the woman on whose breasts Oesala just landed. Tõtelli did not know her. She was naked, but her face was decorated by face-paint, and her hair was made up with seemingly great effort. Her body as well was covered in body-paint, in stripes and curves put there masterfully to accentuate her body. She had very large breasts, which looked even larger because of this paint. Her hands were bounded to her back, and her ankles had bounds, attached to eachother by a rod, forcing them to stay open. As Uāmoquõ was touching between them, the black paint of her thighs glistering with her fluids, her legs shaked slightly, attemping to close but unable to. All the while, the heavy breathing and surpressed moans continued.
However, Tõtelli was not here for this show, and frankly, he was not interested. He did, in fact, not even know why he just put so much attention to the scene, and why he described it mentally. He sat down on the sofa on the other side of the table. Uāmoquõ looked up at him and smiled. “Feel free to take a drink.” Then, she grabbed her own steaming drink and made the woman drink some of it.
Tõtelli picked up a cup as well, smelled it, and frowned. “Oesala, are you mentally present enough to talk about something important?”
Oesala answered through Tõtelli’s mouth. “Of course, Tõtelli has had only a bit, and you know I’m more seperate from my vessel than you are~ I can still think even if Tõtelli is completely gone~”
“Alright then. I’m here to talk about the Great Machine.”
“Ah yes, that little piece of manifest destiny we’re working on~ That little piece of magic that will make us greater than any other nation in history~” Tõtelli sat up, lifted her dress, and sat down on the face of the woman. In between heavy breaths, she continued talking. “The little thing too great for even fully passed spirits to ignore, the thing my parents will see, that will let them know their sacrifice was worth it after all~ that Great Machine, is that the one you’re talking about~?”
((yes Oesala gets so horny from the Great Machine she’s a troubled little thing :( pat pat))
Uāmoquõ just sat there for a few moments, and when he came back to his senses: “Erm, yes, that Great Machine. I’m coming here to tell you, maybe that destiny isn’t so manifest after all.”
Tõtelli stopped moving on top of the girl’s face, and Oesala flew up to sit on top of her head. Her gaze turned to Uāmoquõ with a vague smile. “What do you mean, my good friend?”
“I have some research with me I have to show you. But I’ll simply give you the summary right here and now. Using the Great Machine to the extend we planned will destroy all life in the area, maybe in all of Ngimonia. Maybe beyond. It takes too much mana, the soil can’t reproduce it quickly enough.”
Her face froze, with the vague smile still on there. Then, after a few seconds, she suddenly stood up and slapped the girl on her cheek. She shouted: “Can’t you understand when you can stop??” Then she turned to Tõtelli. “So what are you telling me? Do we have to say off the entire project??”
“No, but it might not be possible to have everybody be connected to it. Or maybe we’ll have to run it only at specific moments. Both would be bad for the living tissue, though, so it won’t be good either way. I put all the experts to the task of doing research, but we simply don’t know everything yet. It seems like we will have to downscale the project.”
“By how much?”
“Maybe.. a quarter of the size.”
Oesala turned away and walked to the other side of the room. Her hands extended and grabbed the truesilver dagger on display there. She took it with both hands, and then like water, it flowed with the point forwards, the hilt into her hand, and she was suddenly right in front of him, pointing the knife at him. “You killed my mood. We’ll talk about this later.”
She went over to the girl, and cut her hands apart, then put the dagger into her hands. She looked terrified. “Cut yourself. In your belly. I want to see the blood stream down into your slit.”
She stuttered a bit. “L-Lady O-Oesala.. Pl-please..”
Oesala, now fully having taken control of her vessel, dove at the girl. A cold wind picked up, and blew out the lights, keeping only the glowing tips of the incense and the few slits of sunlight to light the room.
“I gave you an order, priestress. Obey me, or I’ll do much worse to you than this.”
Tõtelli stood up and reached his hand out. “Oesala, don’t take this out on..”
“Do not disrespect me, Tõtelli. I made you a spirit, I can end you right here and now.”
“As you will, my lady..”
Oesala looked back at the woman, and the knife was deep into her belly, blood and tears both streaming down her body. Oesala grabbed the knife and pulled it out.
“Tõtelli, heal her. Speak the words to heal her.”
((the following is translated because like, I’ve been translating this language the entire time. It’s literally just talking :3))
An annoyed look was on his face. “Wounds, close and heal. Produce enough extra blood as has just been lost.”
The wound on the woman’s body started healing rapidly.
Oesala smiled, and stabbed into the woman’s belly as well, the sharp dagger cutting right through the soft flesh. The woman screamed in pain and fear. “Do it again.”
He repeated the same words. “...has just been lost. Oesala, is this really nececairy?”
“Do you not see how truely wonderful this power is? Imagine if everybody had this power. You want to take that from the people, our people, my people?” She smirked, and her body seemed to be controlled by Tõtelli again, though her face was not. She sat down, and her hand went under her dress while looking at the bloody but nearly fully healed woman squirming in panic and pain, her legs still forced apart, and the body paint being obscured by the blood. “You must be cruel, Tõtelli. You want the people to stay weak and useless. We don’t have to come back to this later. I made my decision. There will be no change in plans, we will create the Great Machine, and we will give the greatest gift that the world has ever seen. You can tell your researchers to stop researching this, everything will be solved in due time. How could it not with this power~? She closed her eyes and started moaning softly. “You can leave now, Tõtelli. I’ll talk to you later.”
Tõtelli looked defeated. He reached out for the woman, who had her eyes closed and was still breathing heavily in panic. “Do not touch the girl, she is mine.”
He looked at her with disgust, and turned around. “I expect to see you back at the Great Machine in a few days, and we’ll have another talk then. In the meantime, have fun touching yourself over the end of the world.”