The insidious comment, challenged Volttaira’s resolution.
She can’t let a Vecturion lose face in front of others; Much les her Not-Son.
Her libido is ignited with a spark of defiance, an ingrained refusal to be broken so quickly flares up within her, but is closer to embers.
Breathlessly, Volttaira asked. "Scent and Signature?." But no answer came.
Vurckair kept rubbing his nose on the woman’s statuesque face; Till he claimed the enticing plump lips in an ensnaring tender kiss.
For once it’s not about suppression. If not to deepen a link beyond normalcy threads.
Mutual fervor came into play, her strong hands pulled Vurckair closer, not wanting to stagnate in a seamless Mother-Son bond, creating a cohesive relationship, even if that means becoming a breedable female.
Volttaira’s attitude is not of surrender, but of active compliance. Verulkya told her she would understand the pleasure she missed if showed opposition to Vurckair.
The result was obvious.
Without using Flow Magic, he kept up with her. From that moment Volttaira knew, she simply refused to instantly agree.
What unfolded was an intricate dance of exploration and revelation.
Not a battle for power, or to reaffirm their own strength. Only pleasure and the promise of something far twisted.
The scales on Volttaira’s torso retracted, leaving her shapely breasts unprotected.
Vurckair didn’t wait, groping the supple flesh of his Not-Mother, without forgetting to ram his dick down Cardennia’s throat.
Fierce hunger, mixed with caring vehemence, a dangerous combination that proved to be utterly intoxicating.
This didn’t cloud Vurckair’s perception. Not only is someone watching them within the chamber, but Cardennia has been knocked unconscious by the brutal, careless, face-fucking he subjected her to endure.
"Can i be more daring, Mommy?."
"Whatever you desire, My son. I’m here for you." Despite the statement, she hesitated when Vurckair climbed onto the sofa’s seat.
Her callous hands were unsure; Doubting how to touch the still monstrously wolfish cock.
It doesn’t matter how resilient anyone’s genitals may look. It’s a delicate area, and dainty is an adjective that doesn’t go along with Volttaira.
He let out a low, humming groan of approval, as the rough fingers wrapped around his girthy shaft.
The innocence of her soft, cautious squeeze was marvelous, injecting Volttaira with a dose of libidinous inspiration.
Guided by instinct, she gently tugged closer her son’s cock. A ragged, moaning sigh escaped her wet mouth, making space to receive the virility’s sharp tip.
The sensation of her stretched jaw is beyond overwhelming for both.
Despite salivating like a starved prude, she is not clueless like one; And aware of her teeth’s lethality, she tried to warned Vurckair. Instead, her speech vibrated like a buzzing massage, stimulating further the hard meat-pole.
Overstepping boundaries, he held Volttaira’s pure indigo hair in a makeshift ponytail, to set the rhythm.
Her initially tentative, cautious motion quickly improved into unskilled, but ambitious determination. Sucking harder, and faster, her gaze never leaved Vurckair’s, sharing wordlessly her newfound, savage interest.
He lowered his posture, letting Volttaira’s magnificent bossom to envelope the massive dick.
The double eager stimulation changes her expression with a potent mix of longing and lingering hesitation, fearing the thrill of this devious, debouched interaction is a one time deal.
The final climax is not a dissolution but a perfect unification, consolidating their relationship with the bursting sperm painting Volttaira’s mouth, face and breath.
She admired Vurckair, just like him rejoiced with the tempting view of a MILF’s Facial.
"Time’s up." He emphasized by stepping down of the sofa, waking up Cardennia with a sharp spank.
"See you later, GILF." Vurckair fixed his Adarga, and moved forward to the exit, tilting his head and blowing a kiss to the Camouflaged Darcia. "Voyeurism is fine. But there’s nothing better than being involved."
Coordinator Phrangnerth giggled as she became visible. The noise alarmed Cardennia. But it didn’t faze Volttaira.
"Relax, Cyannûss. Your talk, and the spectacle were... Magnificent. And to be honest; I’m not interested in having the Nydrikoff House in Bramnt City. But i wouldn’t mind giving you my vote on other topics. Yet, today’s show has won me over. Just don’t get carried away by those silver-eyed blondes, Vurckair. They’re trouble. Some more than me. In a fun «Spicy» way..."
Darcia giggled, and sank into her own shadow.
"Don’t be surprised." Comment Volttaira. "It’s the Dark Realm. Many can enter and survive, but few can fight back. True-Silver Attunement, Exotic Energies, or Solid Nodes can deal with the Darklings and the other creatures lurking in the Eternal Darkness."
"«Noted, and Engraved»." Acknowledged Vurckair. "How can i contact you, Mommy?. Or do you think 5 years can be made up in a few minutes?."
Although she appeared serious, Volttaira was relieved to learn that her strange Not-Mother/Not-Son bond had taken root extremely well, giving his contact along Cardennia.
{The Data Core does more than just store a little bit of information. Unfortunately. It’s based on the Singularity’s Grade}
Back with the group. Vurckair secretly talked to Mirä, Balalaika, and Naylyn about the Nydrikoff House. His Camouflage is capable of sound isolation, what proved to be very convenient.
{I could do so much and others wouldn’t notice}
After dinner. Balalaika began to fall asleep, and using the excuse, Vurckair carried her on his back, returning with Naylyn to their dormitory.
Laying Balalaika on the bed, he kissed her good night on the forehead, noticing the Naylyn’s reaction.
"What do you have in mind, Nalune?. You’ve been very quiet since we got back from the Tamed Quartzal."
She sighed. "I’m used to people being around, but keeping their distance. Today was different. I am Perfection Incarnated. I shouldn’t let the illusion fall apart. But what Eth’Yaira said is very true. I felt like i was part of something bigger than myself... I shouldn’t but..."
"But?."
She mustered her courage. "It’s okay if i do it too."
"Meaning?."
"«Ki-Kiss You»." Naylyn blushed. "The truth is... I got jealous when Instructor Valkysh pounced at you. She seemed to be stern, and demure; Not bold and desinivited... It made me think i could never be her... like her."
"Correct assessment, Nalune..."
Naylyn’s mind almost got wrecked by the blunt reply.
"«She is who she is. And you are who you are». «Be the best you, for you». Not for others. And remember this. «No one can replace another person». Even if they seem identical."
Relief and colour returned to Naylyn’s downcasted expression. "Like twins."
"Haha. Something like that..." He cupped Naylyn’s chin without lifting it because of their height difference. "I’m not sorry for shattering your veil of innocence, Nalune. I’ll break your hymen too..."
She blushed, wanting to flee, but keeping her sight locked on Vurckair.
"And for that to happen. Privacy would be better... I know it’s late. But. Do you want to go and explore?." He hinted at the strange hallway that only exists when they are in physical contact.
"Yes... and thank you for your brute brashness, Vurckair. I dislike false modesty and condescending attitude."
"That makes us two."
He grabbed Naylyn’s hand, and went into the Illusory hallway; Discovering a network that ran through the building’s walls, granting access to virtually every dorm in the building, and even some hidden rooms.
Perhaps it was related to the nighttime, but they witnessed and unexpected event.
Mätzeniä was in a Hidden Room, spying the dorm where another young woman of similar features is touching intimately her lady parts, right beside her oblivious, and apparently studious roommate, who was engrossed reading a book with a graphic cover, depicting a Dame’s delicate hand, suggestively gripping the phallic knob of a thick cane.
Although the writing was illegible to Naylyn, it was different for Vurckair. He recognized the title from his time in Loutharn. «The twirling touch» by «Madame Throllüsath»...