Aboard the Limousine on the way back to Risteth's Prison, I observed the spherical object that Julietta gave .
The Pearl ga of Truth, or we refer to it in this manner as we don't know the real na.
{I should ask what is it and how it works to the Owner of Kinksters, and incidentally learn the na of this woman}
When Julietta approached, was so serious about this decision that I believe she is absolutely in love with the Baby Brother.
{Are all relationships like this?, It felt like a sacrifice from Julietta rather than a step up in their bond; I like how Itzxuria and Kim are with , but I don't want them to "Not be themselves" just to please }
I sigh, the last days had been a savage whirlwind of emotions, and my attitude of taking one step at a ti with my head held high as if nothing bothers is being sowhat insufficient for my new lifestyle.
{How to know if there is no turning back from these changes?, Or if accepting them ends up altering too?!, I already are quite prone to interact physically with won, wanting more after each occasion, when I firstly label this behavior as a waste of ti, resources and literally a useless practice, at least until being fertile}
"—What is clouding your thoughts so much Drïekvïer, you look troubled?"; Asks Risteth with amusent, as ahe gets closer to , tenderly passing her fingers against my nape, bringing closer to her body, resting my head on her soft fleshy thighs of her feminine lap while her abundant breasts obstruct the crossing of our gazes.
—A bit of everything; It felt as if my previous life has never occurred... , An Orphan with a Large Family; A Lone Wolf or "Oga", surrounded by Potential Mares treating as an "Alpha"; *Sigh*, then a Soldier, without Nation, roots or a clear path since... , "Never"...
"—Did you have a different goal?"; I nod, as Risteth lovingly ruffles my hair, brushing with her nails using a constant pace that is pleasant and relaxing.
—I wanted to exterminate all the Farioth in Clarattoia, at least before learning about Aiottaralc has its own problem with them too.
She giggles, keeping her left hand on my hair while her right runs in circles over my torso, going downwards with each passing motion of her teasing "—I don't know a single person who speak about the Farioth like you do Drïekvïer; Why do you think of them as a minor inconvenience?".
—Is what they are, or beco... , Years ago, I was behind enemy lines in the freezing lands of the Northern Front.
Risteth stops her caresses and pays to her uttermost attention "—Alone, hungry, lost, wounded, tired, unable to take a piss without my urine turning into ice even with the Fake Epidermis Suit, and, my body was affected by the Gasified Bioweapon of the Farioth, sending into a step beyond of what a Kiltering State does to anybody, bloodshot unwavering brutality drived by the most basic and primal instincts"...
—Did you "Hurt" an ally?.
I shake my head "—No Risteth, whatever is my Ascension Animal Affection, allowed to canalize the impulsive frenzy of aggression towards those responsibles of causing it, the Farioth".
"—How?!"; Incomprehension lingering in her curious yet inquisitive tone "—I can see them as Magenta silhouettes even in that primitive slumber".
—That is interesting; What happen next in that story of yours Drïekvïer?.
—I got ambushed by six Lyg'Æythûz Farioth, and their entire armies...
Disbelief is evident on Risteth's eyes, yet, she remains silent and hears out.
—I recall waking up from that drugged state in the middle of a fight, imdiately thinking that I was in my last stand, and if that was all from my career, at least I would take down with as much enemies as I could in this final stage...
{What a naive thought, but not for how little I could do, If not for my obliviousness about my own prowess}
—So I fought back and kill the Farioth that were nearer to , about 80,000 Elite Troops, my opponents undoubtedly were seasoned warriors with the best equipnt I have encounter, outmatching what The Kcrwlmndth Federation was capable by the ti...
{Not like my weapons or armor helped to deal with my predicant}
—And in one mont during my resilient standstill, I stopped having the uncertainty about dying in my next attack if I was not careful enough, ceasing any defensive attempt or strategy, steamrolling over the Farioth like disorganized rookies in training facing a Veteran to learn they don't know a damn silver about anything...
{Not my case, but who cares about that?}
—That was a ga changer for , opening up my possibilities like never before, but equally, other facets were permanently sealed.
Puzzled on how to say it, I just let the words flow from my mouth "—I can't sense danger anymore, unless I am sure of it; Is not a problem working alone; But, in order to progress I have to interact with others, and I am completely Blind about most of their necessities"...
{Amber petition to during our first skirmish with the Gnardimgard and the Wolvclaween in the Combat Station environnt could have ended pretty bad for her and Éxzedrya if I wasn't there}
"—There is no right option Drïekvïer"; Assures Risteth, resuming the brushing of my maroon hair "—Failure and Regret are a fundantal part of everyone's growth, once you are Old or Knowledgeable enough, you would only see bad decisions across your life, But is precisely due to this events, that you are forged in what you currently are".
{Does this ans that I feel insecure because now I would be aware that losing soone will remain in my mory, and will not just be a blurry story that I cannot rember entirely?}
—Is too much responsibility Risteth.
—Everything that is valuable, usually demands sacrifices and diligence Drïekvïer; But is only until you suffer a lost that most people can comprehend this, you on the other hand, have other type of absence, which is why you acknowledge this dire truth before the calamity strikes...
Risteth clears her throat "—So you can prepare for it, prevention is never wrong; Now, don't leave with the doubt; Did you hold off your ground against the odds until reinforcents arrived to your position?".
{I think she doesn't know what is the aning of "Steamrolling"}
—No Risteth, I kill all of them and go back to safety on my own; When Forlán comnt about those Two Lyg'Æythûz we killed, I already had eliminated about fifteen Lyg'Æythûz or so without counting the initial six...
She is speechless, and I have no intention of occulting what I am, kind of like what Itzxuria has in mind for learning everything about her.
—I an, My Title is "The Worst Nightmare Of The Farioth", they fear so much, that most Stalkers nowadays avoid the area of my deploynt, and I don't recall the last ti a Dream Walker had the galls or the stupidity of try and tamper with anyone's mind.
—You are incredible Drïekvïer...
—Thanks for the complint Risteth; I may not have the Leadership of Carmorac or the Charisma and easy going attitude of the Rich Man; Yet, my combat adaptability is unparallel.
—And you are struggling with what to do next because you don't like to order others and decide one over another?.
—Sothing from those lines Risteth, My previous goal was guiding , and right now, I am not ready to purposely severe any ties with anyone or command them; I would forget everyone eventually, but I do not have control over this part of my own self, and when it happens, I do not care because how can anything be of importance if you are unaware of the fact to begin with...
—You are beating around the bush Drïekvïer, those who are destined to be with you will run besides or closely behind you; They will never need you to carry or drag them; Is a harsh lesson you must also learn and embrace, "Helping" can be counterproductive or cause more harm under certain conditions; And just because they are not physically around you, doesn't an they are not by your side; Your Friend Carmorac is a clear example of this...
—Thanks Risteth, you are an amazing woman.
—Of course I am, the "Man" who made like this deserves my best too; Would you pass the night with...
The Limousine abruptly stops, and the massive breasts of Risteth compress my face.
{What a warm sensation, kind and safe, is this what we n love Breast so much?, Or is a biased thought due to de flavor of the female nipples and her soft palpable flesh}
"—Why did you stop?!"; I don't hear any answer, as the Muscular Driver doesn't have a mouth, yet, Risteth is more cald, hinting to leave the vehicle with her.
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