{Girlande instead of Galishia?. Not a bad trade, although having both at the sa ti sounds much more promising and entertaining}.
"I’ll gladly take the bargain Girlande. Should we make this a routine?".
"Maybe. But we have to wake up earlier, just in case we encounter Beasts, Braddiers or Bandits". Girlande’s Emts clean her body from the stains of fluids, fixing her attire, calling a na aloud.
"Urdzenne". Green light erges from Girlande’s chest, the glow shaping itself into a large bear, mounted by the Deaconess, offering her left hand to support my jump, sitting behind her.
"Hold on tightly". She warns. My arms wrapping around her strong build, placing my palms on her breasts, mauling her over the fabric.
"Brute". Girlande mutters softly, rubbing the bear’s neck, signaling the beast to sprint.
Instead of a slow, clunky galloping, Urdzenne has a graceful and fast displacent, the speed exceeding a Cheetah’s by many folds, gliding through the outskirts plains, reaching the periter wall in a minute, and returning to the Guesthouse before a second one is completed.
Galishia greets us at the porch. "I have prepared the bath, and the breakfast will be ready in short".
My right hand touches Galishia’s cheek. "So thoughtful". She blushes timidly with the sudden contact, not rejecting it, letting her head rest against my palm.
"The n’s Shower is the left door behind the stairs".
The reminder is a nice way to portray her resolution. Smirking, i brush my thumb on her skin, passing near the plump red lips, teasing Galishia in my path to the shower.
The aesthetic of the n’s Bathroom is not too distinct to what i am accustod to, less minimalist, and more stylish.
{Understandable. Those who co from other worlds through the Exodus, must had increased Loutharn’s standards in so aspects}.
{Doesn’t that an... , Others may had technology or knowledge superior to my world’s developnt?}.
{Spooky, and Exciting}.
I barge in the kitchen after the bath. Like yesterday, Galishia is absorbed on cooking, not noticing my presence until i’m standing behind her, resting my left palm on her back.
She tilts her head to the right, startled of encountering my face inches away, and before she can react, my lips subdues her’s.
Astonished, Galishia stumbles to the side, my hold tensing with oppressive constrain, preventing her physical fall, but not the ntal collapse, lost and drunk with the foreign bliss of a single kiss.
"Good morning «Gaia»". My hand slips lower, reaching the large bubble buttocks.
"Good morning «Sir»". Galishia accepts , reacting to my touch, her nipples hardening under her clothes, protruding stiffly through the apron.
"Gaia. How can i help you?".
"Sir. You don’t have to...".
Galishia is interrupted with the gentle slap of my hand, landing on the bountiful rear. She is startled, focusing with my authoritative grip, firm and oppressive, demanding obedience from her.
"You listen my situation Gaia. I’m not just a Pure Scion, and i don’t want you to beco an «Abnegated Servant», but a «Devoted Lover». Concubine or Wife. It doesn’t matter, you are my Female. Understood Gaia?".
"Yes, Sir...".
{That doesn’t sound convincing}.
"Sir?. Could you break fifteen eggs?".
"Of course. What are you planning to cook?".
"I don’t know. One «Diner» told about a dish she ate in her vacations, made of gratined grated potatoes coated with an egg envelope. I tried a few tis, but it doesn’t ends «Fluffy» like she described them".
{Breaded food?. But that is kinda Crunchy, not Fluffy. Or... , Oh!. I think i know what she wants to do. Battered food!}.
"Gaia. Do you have flour, cornstarch, salt, and a Mixer or Whisk?".
Galishia doesn’t question, she simply brings what i ordered.
anwhile, i crack the eggshells ajar, separating the yolks to whip the egg whites until they are stiff peaks, adding a pinch of salt and cornstarch, pouring in the yolks, beating again.
The consistency is foamy, coating the potato cakes that Galishia has ready, cooking them with hot oil that is not boiling.
{These don’t resemble the one’s my mother used to dish}.
"I think this is what she wants!". Excitedly shouts Galishia, hopping for an instant, pecking my cheek in her brimful euphoria, not noticing what she just did, focused on packing the als in lunchboxes.
{Gaia surely loves to cook, and this wasn’t our breakfast, haha. To be fair. I asked in what i could assist her}.
Larissa enters the kitchen, sniffing behind . "It slls so good here. The food too".
"I don’t have scent Landlady. My natural lube neutralizes odors".
Viscous liquid lingers in my fingers, dragging Larissa’s attention. "Interesting. I bet is useful to give massages. Does it have aphrodisiac effects?".
"I don’t need handicaps to have my way with won. Though, aphrodisiacs, pheromones and similar, don’t work for . Intoxications such as, being high, or drunk, do not affect either, or my partners".
"You’ve never had a night with a drunken, scorned woman?". Inquires Larissa, hinting how ready she is to interpret such role.
"I’ve had it, and she sober up amidst our snogging, though her clarity was epheral, the excitent and pleasure left her worse than when she was drunk".
{Then she proceed to harass for two months. Lucky , the military service granted a needed respite. Otherwise, i could had beheaded her «Accidentally»}.
The intense spectral glint in Larissa’s orange eyes bewitches montarily, instilling a fleeting lovelorn.
"Nice trick, Landlady".
Larissa smile grows with lecherous seductiveness. "Everything for keeping you entertained, Young Gentleman. Like your caring Fiancée demanded".
{Haha, like if the Landlady needed such lousy excuse}.
Galishia serves breakfast for us. Shortly after, Cresseida and Girlande join too, the latter engulfing her al with gusto, evidencing her prideful delight, and filial reverence regarding Galishia’s cooking skills.
Ready to depart, i open the door, pausing before crossing the fra, saying a phrase that i haven’t professed since the ti when i lived with my mother. "I’m leaving now".
"Have a fruitful day, Sir". Politely states Galishia, while Larissa remark cos with a blowing kiss. "Don’t forget to have fun!"...
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