The Ladies board the Venxover V-X-N through the trunk, having the vertical door as an awning, which makes Rumina and Aullura to undress immediately, as both are aware of the primordial need to get rid of the clothes that got wet from the rain.
While it is true that the Ladies covered themselves with what they had available, it ended up being insufficient to fully protect their bodies from the falling water, retorting to use the bathrobes and towels available to diminish the possibility of being Corrupted.
"There is no time to be shy, My Knightess, we must leave soon"; Dackör says without the slightest hint of playfulness, pointing out the artificial lake and some puddles of stagnant water that get bigger with the heavy rain, demonstrating that the drainage pipes had been partially or completely blocked by the debris of all the edifications demolished by the shockwaves.
Of the Group, only Dackör, Zwïsha and Darzzay are able to stand in the rain without any problem, even so, the Gorgeous Teacher gets rid of her Shoes and black translucent stockings.
This is because unlike the perfect isolation provided by the [Revetment] who is employed by the two Youngsters, Darzzay’s [Encapsulated Barrier] it is not able to separate her completely from the environment, as it functions similarly to a dome, covering above and not interacting with the ground, which does not boil the water as she walks over the muddy floor like it does the [Revetment], which has a functionality similar to a second inmaterial skin that covers everything within the users body.
Dulladnne is strangely self conscious about her body, which doesn’t add up to what the rest of the group might think.
Only Aullura knows the truth, as they know each other since a long time; In her youth, Dulladnne was not the sexy Milfylicious Bombshell that she is now, but a chubby lady with no hips or buttocks, and somehow, she was flat breasted looking unfeminine even in comparison to a muscular or potbellied man.
On top of her gloomy past, Dulladnne has never been naked in front of someone of the opposite gender, and as Dackör has pointed out some occasions, whatever happened inside of the Planet’s Consciousness, doesn’t count.
Yet, he couldn’t be more right, as the Country Milf really has troubles to nude herself, especially as Dackör clearly is ogling at her.
"My Knightess, stop daydreaming and hop on the Venxover V-X-N, or you want me to undress you?".
Dulladnne continues slightly out of her usual self, struggling to reply verbally, and being unable to make a gesture to stop Dackör from approaching to her.
Rumina rises her voice "Perhaps..."; Just to be silenced by a feral and hostile grunt issued by Dackör, who has two constricted slit pupils in each of his orange irises, provoking he looks like a savage primitive beast.
This is more accurate due to the growing fangs that are shown in his teeth with his current growl; Nevertheless, the change comes along another alteration, as Dackör’s fingers replace the natural shape of his nails, gaining instead sharp orange ashen claws of metallic appearance, showing a bright energetic razor edge that has a milky brown glow of Nuvlierz Energy.
The short young man takes a step forward after Rumina turned pale due to the feral gaze of the former.
The behavior of Dackör worries and excites the Ladies, which is very evident in the case of Darzzay or Aullura.
However, the short young man is approaching Dulladnne, who is frozen in place, captivated by the brute demanding behavior her Lord is showing, and all of that attitude it is solely because of her.
The idea of being the sexual object of her crush, delivers a shiver through Dulladnne’s spine, perceiving simultaneously a tingling sensation that courses through the Country Milf’s groin area, rubbing her thighs against each other in anticipation for whatever Dackör plans to do to her.
Standing right next to his Knightess, the difference between him and the mature woman in front, is more than evident.
Two Feet and a Quarter, about 69 centimeters if difference, which puts Dackör’s head almost at the ideal height to bury his face in Dulladnne’s voluptuous breasts and suck on the nipples that are getting stiffer under the black sleeveless sport shirt the Country Milf is wearing.
A right clawed finger reaches for Dulladnne’s white leather belt, introducing itself in the narrow space between the denim fabric of the pants, and the leather strap, pulling it slightly, until the sharp underclaw cuts the item with a bit of assistance from the initial pressure.
With the initiative established, and no one in the group being foolish enough to object, Dackör unbuttons Dulladnne’s jeans, retracting his claws as he lowers his posture along the denim fabric, revealing a sexy bluish thong like bikini that surely has its upper counterpart under the Country Milf’s black top.
Stripping Dulladnne of her jeans, Dackör stands up again, grasping the black top with both hands, doing contrary force and ripping off the garment, leaving in full display the simple but solid design the blue bikini has.
The Country Milf is shivering with arousal, but there is a lingering hesitation in her, as Dackör hasn’t said a word about her.
Unbeknown to Dulladnne, talking in this very moment is more than meaningless, staining the woman’s silhouette as there are not enough combinations of words to portray her mature yet innocent beauty.
*Splash*
The sound comes from below Dackör, where it is visible that the water level has risen enough to be a few millimeters thick, even though their current location is slightly tilted, which should have give them more time to prepare themselves and depart.
"Enough playtime, My Knightess jump on the vehicle, both of you too"; Say Dackör towards Rumina and Aullura, both Ladies hopping up as he closes the trunk.
Moving around, the short young man notices that Darzzay is taking the Drivers seat while Zwïsha is near the Vexaryon V-X-N instead of taking the Venxover V-X-N copilot’s seat.
"What are you doing Choco Cheeks?"; Asks Dackör as he is about to drive his vehicle.
"Isn’t it obvious Pervert?, I am going with you, if I hear another, You drive like an old woman, from the Professor, I am going to punch her in her serious sexy face".
"*Aha!*, I didn’t born yesterday Choco Cheeks, I already realize that you and the Gorgeous Teacher know each other, you don’t have to cover it up... , Now tell me the truth".
Zwïsha seals tightly her amethyst puffy kissable lips, making them look like a straight line that gives her a pitiful pleading expression that does excites Dackör, but doesn’t wins his sympathy to spare her from talking aloud.
"Fine!, You!..."; Zwïsha does a pause and lowers her voice, ashamed of what she is about to ask "Can we continue what we were doing before arriving to the Embassy of Venxeria?".
"Sure, but this time, you go in front Choco Cheeks".
The Damsel is confused, and the reason is evident "There is just one large seat on your bike".
"Exactly..."; Playfully says Dackör as his intonation becomes stern, dominat and oppressive, like a strict Instructor scolding his student "And I already told you Choco Cheeks, it is a Vexaryon V-X-N, not a bike".
To the tune of his phrase, the short young man delivers a hard spank at Zwïsha’s firm, rounded ass cheeks, which shouldn’t be possible, since both have their [Revetment] activated.
However, a cute girlish yelping moan comes out from Zwïsha’s mouth, as she was actually slapped by Dackör.
When the two come into contact with each other, both [Revetments] intertwine, mixing and Synchronizing their Nuvlierz Energy frequency, allowing physical contact between the two Youngsters without provoking a repelling pushback towards their Partner.
{This is incredibly dangerous, if someone with [Revetment] tries to stab us, or just attack us with a melee strike, they could really hurt us, bypassing our only viable defense}
Unbeknown to Dackör, he is totally wrong, as the interaction he is experiencing with Zwïsha, it is due to their link as Teammates, and not simply because they have a compatible [Revetment] with the other.
Opening one side of the aquatic mode of his Vexaryon V-X-N, the short young man tilts his head and signals Zwïsha’s to go in and take a seat first.
The lady reluctantly agrees, and when she leans forward to enter in the vehicles cabinet, a new spank crashes against her shapely bouncing buttocks.
Moaning louder, and trembling with incomprehension, Zwïsha needs a whole minute to recover, as she can’t fully grasp her mind around the shameful idea that she likes to be roughed up.
"Come on Choco Cheeks!"; Exclaims Dackör landing a third smack on the tempting and sensual rear of Zwïsha "We don’t have all day, get up at once".
"I, I know Pervert!"; Retorts the aroused Lady, getting more nervous as Dackör hops on the Vexaryon V-X-N and sits down behind of Zwïsha, aligning his groin with the ass crack on the Damsel’s leggings.
{Shit, I can barely see due to how tall Zwïsha is, at least, the solution is easy, as working together we can overcome what lies ahead...}
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