The distance between Marckza’s beautiful face is reduced by with each passing second, getting closer to her thick and puffy lips with a clear intention.
Our mouths release a ragged yet expectant breath before touching us, and hitting a pothole or bump in the road causes the vehicle to shake with an out of control jump, causing our foreheads to collide.
Marckza laughs with embarrassnt while rubbing her forehead; For my part, I only let out a slight snort, watching the old man driving being reprimanded in a language unknown to by the old woman who is his co-pilot.
"—W-We should, search for a more suitable place for this type of encounters"; Suggest Marckza with awe and interest for our upcoming intimate tis.
"—Let’s do that as soon as we can"; I reply, thighing the grip of our hands, whispering with passion "—MARCKZA"; Once again for her to shiver excitedly hearing pronounce her Real Na.
Another bump makes us jump again, this ti there is no impact between us; However, in the next vehicle, Q’Waray, who is taking a nap, leans during her lethargy on the young man from whom she took and improved the rifle.
He quickly takes off his jacket, wrapping it around itself to make a sort of pillow, allowing Q’Waray’s head to fall onto his now padded lap.
"—How lucky the Beauties are, don’t you think so Drïekvïer?"; Marckza’s voice is firm, devoid of emotion but her eyes don’t deceive , she yearns to have this sa treatnt for herself.
"—Indeed Little Eslana, Gorgeous won always receive a better treatnt"; With my answer I pull her towards , letting Marckza lean on my half naked pectorals, using as a pillow one of the clothes I bought in the Mall of Aiottaralc with Verizon.
—Take a nap, anwhile, I would guard you, until my last breath if is needed, Marckza.
She looks upwards with her eyes completely widened, and her cheeks are so red that almost appear to be dark wine; A silly smile invades her face for just a second, before turning into a flat line over her gritting teeth to occult her satisfaction.
Marckza is not the only one experiencing this happiness; Knowing or understanding her reaction, I kind of want to keep doing more with her.
{Is this normal?, Or just a phase due to my rookieness?}
"—I accept to take a short nap Drïekvïer"; Say Marckza deviating her sight and closing her eyes with too much pressure, making her eyelids to shake a little bit.
—You don’t have to be so tense Marckza, I would never do sothing to harm you.
—I know, but maybe I want you to hurt ...
*Twring*
Her words stunn for who knows how long, because I didn’t realize the mont in which she has fall asleep.
{Why am I so excited by her sentence?!; I literally trembling from the emotion!}
I shake my head trying to ignore the possibilities that the previous phrase can bring to our relationship; Since this doesn’t seem like a functional strategy to divert my attention, the next most logical thing would be to occupy my mind with sothing else.
Observing the people around , I focus on their physical characteristics; Green olive skin with red eyes is the most common traits among them.
Regarding their outfits, they seem to be made of treated organic fibers, but it doesn’t look like cotton or wool; In fact, I dare to say is so type of leather, but not everyone has this kind of jackets, only those who are carrying a rifle.
{Maybe is a Uniform or a distinctive between them}
Less than an hour of drive later, we arrive to what looks like a large tunnel; Guarded by a garrison of 50 or so individuals carrying rifles, as well as several forts, a couple of pillboxes and watchtowers near the entrance to add extra protection.
{I don’t see any turrets, machine guns, sniper rifles or hand guns slash pistols; Could it be that they don’t have any other kind of weapon besides the rifles?; Or are "These" their only effective weapon against the Peepers?}
—Wake up Little Eslana, or I am going to eat you whole...
"—Fest on Daddy"; My brain freeze as my groin instantly wins a hard on, pocking Marckza’s back, which makes her open her eyes, staying motionless observing like a deer before being strike down by the arrow of a seasoned hunter.
"—If you call that way again, I am going to ravish you on the spot Marckza"; The warning embarrasses Little Eslana, because I don’t lie, which ans I undoubtedly would pounce at her, so she keeps a shy deanor for a few minutes, until both of us calm down.
I see Blondlanda being vigilant while waking up Nisha, as Xoulsey and Yolanda wake up on their own; Q’Waray instead moves fast from the lap of the young man, looking embarrassed at the apparent care of the stranger.
In another vehicle, a group of people approach to the driver, discussing for so minutes in low tone; After that, the caravan is granted the permit to enter in the tunnel.
Two minutes later, the vehicles stop in front of an underground chamber; Everyone gets off the pickup trucks except for the drivers, who move forward to an adjacent ramp.
The entire group of people is quickly divided into two, those who have the Jacket, and those who don’t, like my Party.
Both groups advance on opposite sides of the chamber, entering in a corridor that sends everyone towards the sa tal door.
{Security may be poor in the overall standard I am accustod thanks to The Kcrwlmndth Federation, but it is not neglected}
The layout of this place forces you to go through only these two paths, making them easy to defend, as the Locals can retreat to the tal door and turtle themselves there.
The drivers of the vehicles return, being divided like the rest of us; It is during this period that our turn in front of the tal gate cos.
We obviously don’t understand the language, at least most of us don’t, as Q’Waray speaks casually and the native man on the other end of this counter seems to comprehend every word she says.
Is due to this that Q’Waray begins to translate for us "—In this Underground Settlent there is imposed a system divided by castes; The Refugees, who can only be in certain areas; The Civilians, who pay a fee of 5 Nûrkxz cyclically but have more liberties; The Collectors and The Gendars, who are the ones in charge here; We need to pay a fee of 20 Nûrkxz per mber if we want to be Collectors, and have access to almost all this place"...
{That is a lot}
Q’Waray puts eleven Nûrkxz in the counter and the Native Man is surprised, he is even flabbergasted as Q’Waray nonchalantly says to him "—Keep the change"; He nods and screams a few tis towards a younger lady, who cos hastily carrying several Jackets that are delivered to every single one of us.
{Wait!, What?!, How?!, Q’Waray pay eleven dodecahedrons, we are seven, if we count Blondlanda, that is a fee of 140 Nûrkxz for all of us!, Not "11"!}
Q’Waray translates again "—Please wear your distinctive attire at all tis, and to acquire your own Kribdrin you must go to the Armory and pass the basic marksmanship test, it is quite simple, you just have to hit a calcification of 60 points in 30 seconds, the targets are placed at 75, 125, 175, 225 and 275 ters away, and give 3, 7, 12, 18 and 25 points respectively".
Following the instruction, we wear the Jackets, which grants us access to go through the tal door, leading my Party towards a long corridor that is heavily guarded by multiple ard individuals across all the extension of this passage.
{A Swarm of Peepers wouldn’t have a chance of attacking this place with just numbers, and not being capable of acquire intel about this place, whatever leads the Peepers, can’t plan an adequate offensive to bring down this Underground Settlent}
Halfway to the end of the corridor, the young man from before approaches us; Being extrely evident how impressed or infatuated he is with Q’Waray, who is very haughty as usual, not even looking on his direction.
"—This young man has already passed the test to obtain his Kribdrin"; Yolanda comnts with obvious interest on the weapon, after all, it doesn’t matter the fact that she is or were a Guard, not being capable of retaliate must be horrible for her "—Q’Waray, tell him to show us the way to the Armory".
She doesn’t seem to want to do it, but in the end she gives in, and the young man is more than willing to show us the path we should follow; Which leaves with a doubt.
{Are all n really that stupid in front of a beautiful woman, or does it only apply when there is more than sexual interest for the said woman?}
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