Upon returning to the Stronghold, are evident the bustling preparations carried out by the troops and sentries stationed at the wall.
Is pointless to ask «What is going to happen?», because the rain of sticky tar cos to an abrupt halt.
"Hurry up Little Volttair!. Or you’ll miss the spectacle!". Says Natvoshka, welcoming us from the watchtower.
Climbing upstairs to stand beside the Professor, a thunderous electrical roar echoes in the cloudy yellow sky, unleashing lightning bolts of different colors, randomly striking several locations, so in more than one occasion.
The sentries shout distances and directions, depending on the lightning’s positions. While Shlayla, the Noble Widow, marks those locations on a map.
A lightning strikes less than a kiloter away from the wall. The tar rippling with each impact, causing an attraction effect, cleaning the sky and the area below, clumping the thick glue like liquid into a formless blob that devourers the clouds, expanding its size and deforming itself to create an artificial hill of black stone, where the entrance of a cave emanates sunlight.
{Enclosed Amalgam}.
However, it is not the only one, many strikes erect different structures in the stronghold’s vicinity.
"Is it normal for the Enclosed Amalgams to be so nurous?". I inquire curiously, getting a prompt answer from Amanda. "No, Lost Soul. «The less the better». Because the interior’s size is superior".
"Are the «Small ones» bad?".
"They are a burden. With poor resources, and produce creatures, though few, formidable".
{Resources?. Oh!. I see, they use Enclosed Amalgams to gather food and other necessities. So this is how they survive without agriculture and cattle raising}.
"I suppose these Enclosed Amalgams are only temporary".
"Correct, Little Volttair". Acknowledges Natvoshka. "To make them Permanent, is mandatory to Eliminate or Subjugate, the «Ruler». Three, or the equivalent of the Five «Wardens» inside. Of course, it goes without stating the obvious, they are very powerful, depending on the Enclosed Amalgam itself, which makes their Stats to be at the maximum of what that environnt represents, regardless of their real prowess. And no, size isn’t a factor, but the large territory prevents from accidentally encounter one of these beasts".
{Could it be that, a Ruler or Warden, was the responsible for the chaos in the Blue adows?. If all that mayhem was caused solely by a single creature, and not by a group of monsters... , Fuck!. I need to rethink my standards...}.
"Little Volttair, prepare to depart. Your group and Iscandaris’s will take charge of one Enclosed Amalgam. anwhile Kerran the Pretty Girl and Myself, will take the big one".
Sehey raises her voice. "Mother!...".But she is silenced by Shlayla. "No. You are not ready".
"But you say i could accompany you!".
"Not this ti. You lack self awareness, and disregard orders constantly. If it weren’t by Mister Vecturion and «Mister» Ethron, you would be dead by now, or worse".
Sehey is dejected, she may disappointed her mother, but is obvious to any onlooker how aningful is for her to enter in an Enclosed Amalgam.
Shlayla sighs, evidencing she has a soft spot for her daughter. And to be fair, «What mother doesn’t?».
"If you prove to be compliant to Mister Vecturion. You can co with ".
Sehey’s face lights up. "Yes Mother".
"Only after the quote designated by the Advisor is accomplished".
"Yes Mother!".
"Don’t celebrate so early, Young Lady. If i receive a single complain from Mister Vecturion. You go back to the Thova Academy without questioning it. Understood?".
"Yes Mother!".
"Go and prepare".
"Yes Mother!". Screams Sehey, running down the watchtower’s stairs.
The Noble Widow glares at . "I entrust my daughter to you. Use her as you deem «Appropriate»". Her mischievous smirk doesn’t occult the severity of her statent.
{Wow!. She just offered her daughter on a silver plate}.
"I’ll do my best".
"Mister Vecturion. Don’t go easy on her. She wants to know what a real Enclosed Amalgam looks like, and i don’t have the heart to shatter the illusion of majesty that she sees in them".
{Mother’s Love?. How wonderful. Too bad we tend to appreciate it, until we don’t have access to it...}.
"I can’t deny that thought of her’s. The Enclosed Amalgams have an unnatural allure. She simply needs to learn about the danger these places represent, regardless of their beauty...".
"And is your task to taught her exactly «That», Mister Vecturion. I expect a good result".
"You’ll have it...". I reply earnestly, before noticing Ines gesture, hinting to walk towards the room she received. Following her, along a retinue of seventeen people. Not counting Sehey, who arrives shortly after.
"Are we going to discuss sothing before departing, Ines?".
"No Vurckair. I want you to do «That» again".
"What «That» ans?".
Ines gives a quick look to Amanda, and the Vanguard speaks. "I believe your Partner is referring to the «Blessing» i received from you, Lost Soul".
"«Vurckair», is enough, Amanda, and you know what i need...".
The Vanguard nods, turning to face the entourage of four Slaves, eight Troopers, two Peasants, a Vagrant, an Advisor and Sehey, the Daughter of a Noble. "Line up facing the wall, fall to your knees, and wait for my signal on your shoulder to turn around".
{She is a clever one. Haha}.
With my manhood free, I stand behind the first woman. Amanda gives the signal, and the female turns around, only to find in her vision my hardened phallus, gasping appalled, half horrified, half bathed in awe, widening her mouth with a disbelieved gasp, giving access to penetrate her mouth and reach her throat effortlessly.
[ Piercer ] [ 3 / 20 ]
Pulling back my girth, Ines casts a square of golden Emts, hovering the ethereal construction across my cock, cleaning it from the woman’s saliva.
"How thoughtful. But unnecessary. My lube is better...".
"Shut up and hurry up!".
"As you prefer, Ines...".
One at a ti, each kneeling woman has the sa reaction after seeing the thickness of my veiny dick. Which reminds that n in this place are very scarce, and a ratio of One Man to 400 Won, is probably optimistic.
The last of the bunch is Sehey, who has a strange reaction, because she finds the flavor «Familiar». but can’t discern it properly.
[ Piercer ] [ 19 / 20 ]
"Take them out Amanda. I need to discuss with Ines".
"As you command, Lost... , Vurckair".
I nod to Amanda, appreciating she uses my na, because the term «Lost Soul», is sohow discouraging. «I am Lost», in more than one sense.
The group goes out of the room, and Ines is puzzled for a brief mont, her eyes darting to my still free, and hardened manhood.
"You can’t be serious, Lustful Beast".
"I am Barking Bitch. In fact, with your willing cooperation. I may be able to complete Two Subclasses at once. Isn’t our best option to strengthen ourselves to the limit, before our departure?"...
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