"After five years. Is that how you greet your Venerable Mother?..."
{I have only one Mother. And I’m not even referring to the biological. I mean the one who cared for me to the point she sacrificed her life without even the slightest hint of hesitation...}
{How she dare to label herself as «My Mother»?!. I’ll kill her... No. That would be problematic. I’d better vanquish her...}
Golden energy threads faded against the sneaky woman’s contour who entered the hot springs.
{She has an Emeneld. A textured one, not the uniformly flat and smooth version; Like the weak design the Dragonoid employed}
A scaled burgundy bodysuit protects Volttaira’s perfectly balanced silhouette, between her towering seven and a half feet of height, ripped muscles, and firm, voluptuous, womanly attributes.
Pure indigo, silky, wavy hair cascades past her shoulders, and piercing purple eyes give the appearance of being pink.
{It’s almost like seeing Verulkya. But those lips are a world of difference, not passively enticing with the hyper dark burnt-maroon colour. If not a rosaceous, plump glossy shade begging to be subdued}
"No Mother needs Camouflage to see her child." Scoffed Vurckair. "But no matter how cautious you wanted to be, five years is a very long time to neglect anyone."
"19 years to awaken your Singularity is an embarrassment for a contemporary Vecturion. By now, you should had at least a Grade 12 Singularity. Be grateful i took care of you for 15 years; And yes. I’m counting the months you were in the «Incubattey»..."
{That’s the same creature the Old Man used to create the «Mirror Me»}
Volttaira walked a single step.
By instinct, Vurckair adopted a defensive stance, partially deflecting a straight blow to his stomach, that grazed him on the side.
While the Emeneld absorbed most of the impact, his posture waved.
{What in Fettiyio?!. She was over 30 meters away!}
"Displacement Blink". Commented a sensual voice that spoke on Vurckair’s head. Not in his mind, but above.
{Abraxza?}
There was no response. But Vurckair felt a surge of power rising evenly through the strong bond with his Contracted Summon.
{I love you}
The scales on Vurckair’s Adarga hardened, using the momentum from the previous hit to spun around, unleashing on Volttaira’s face a whip-like strike with the backhand of his left arm.
Her head barely tilted from the blow. But it was a mere distraction.
Vurckair’s real offensive came from his sudden change in posture. Knees flexed, recoiled like a spring before delivering a strike towards Volttaira’s liver.
He missed.
With Displacement Blink, Volttaira moved to Vurckair’s blind spot.
Of course, he can see her through Abraxza’s shared peripheral vision.
The incoming punch is avoided by twwisting his body to the left. The motion letting him attack Volttaira with his heel striking again on the woman’s cheek.
Followed by a change of pace that causes his knee to crash on the same spot.
She immediately desist from her offensive, taking a step back. "I prefer force, or power over looks and beauty. But hitting a Dame in the face is of very bad taste."
{Her tone is different... What changed?}
"Dames don’t speak until a Gentleman allows her to." Sarcastically retorted Vurckair. "Any complaints about my education can be directed to «Volttaira». She didn’t take care of me for the past five years. As if she didn’t know that the consolidation of a person’s principles are as important as the roots."
Volttaira scoffed, but didn’t talk back.
{It’s because of what i said?}
Trying to understand what happened, Vurckair reviewed the Variant’s memories.
{Three blows of difference. If two Vecturion fight publicly. The first to land three valid strikes wins the fight}
{Did Abraxza’s shot count?. Or the punch she avoided still counts because of the magical skill?}
"Jokes aside. What are you doing here, Venerable Mother?."
"I am the new representative of the Vecturion House on the council of 8 that rules Bramnt City–"
"New?." Vurckair inquired. "Who killed the previous one?."
"Unknown. I’ll investigate and punish the perpetrator. Which won’t take too much of my day, allowing me to interact with my son."
"Expected from a Vecturion." Giggled Cardennia. "You only care about the Pure ones. Not the whole Family."
Volttaira’s Displacement Blink left her in front of Cardennia. "That’s a misconception, Frost Kitten." She said tucking the woman’s platinum blue hair.
"Our House only has Purebreds. Just because some have our Surname, doesn’t make them part of the Family. We are different from the Thyfall, and the Cyannûss..."
She looked at Loreden’Ya. "They’re not doing too badly. I want her as my son’s concubine. Do the arrangements."
Cardennia’s smile twitched. "I’ll do it right way."
Volttaira observed Odette. "Don’t ask for marriage. At your current level of maturity, you’re incapable of understand. But in short, you won’t like hearing his answer, until you’re older."
Not expecting, nor wanting an answer, Volttaira walked towards her son. "Verulkya told me you adore concubines. That Niffler is a fine acquisition. Right, my son?."
"Undoubtedly. But i don’t require assistance to woo anyone. Is this all?; Or there is more to discuss?."
Volttaira shrugged it off. "Not at the moment. Unless you want to make a request. You know, one that involves my new position as the House’s Representative in Bramnt City."
{Now i get why Cardennia thinks i have a say}
"Well; The GILF had a theme in mind."
"Actually Two. The first is: «What does GILF mean?»."
Puzzled, Vurckair blinked, noticing every person in the hot springs was waiting for the answer. "Nobody knows?. Really?!. I thought the acronym was evident... GILF means «Grandma I’d Like to Fuck»."
"Oh my!." Cardennia purred. "How bold of you."
"You have seen nothing... Is there a more private place to discuss the rest?." Vurckair ogled lecherously at Cardennia; Then smiled sadistically towards Cailly, knowing what will be dwelling on the damsel’s head.
"Of course there is. Come this way." As Cardennia turned around, she received a slap on her buttocks.
The moan was delicious, but the most striking detail was the feline tail on her lower back, stretching to hold Vurckair’s wrist, so the young man continued groping the GILF’s wanton ass cheeks.
Although he enjoyed more the snowy pissed face of Cailly, who froze the water’s surface, trapping Cedric an other of her friends in a thick layer of ice...