The dorm is scarcely illuminated by the last trails of daylight, slowly shadowed with a nice veil of darkness, obscuring Verulkya’s fra, and adding a seductive aura to her imposing allure.
Dim hums are trapped between her plump maroon lips, making them look incredibly appealing, more so, because the scent of grapes and jasmines that flow impassively from the Hot Aunt’s immaculated skin.
{This sll is so fragrant and appetizing...}.
Verulkya’s lilac eyes are ignited with a hurried incandescent passion. Her anticipation fueled by a bold hunger that increases exponentially with the sensuous biting and licking of her lower lip.
She may be a novice regarding intimate «Active» practices, but is obvious how wide and refined is her theoretical knowledge, because despite being physically under , our dynamic is already established, and it’s distinct to what our position would suggest to a third party observing us.
{Ines must be watching with one of her Gaseous Summons. She better be enjoying the show...}.
Having in mind the status, renown, and bearing of a Dominant Da like Verulkya, is beyond exciting to have her at my disposal, because she is genuinely willing to be guided, trained, and instructed without ever reaching a state of Abnegated Submission to whoever is her partner.
{We are... , Equals?...}.
The idea leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I’m still too far from what Verulkya or the Old Man are capable of. However, the Hot Aunt is the one taking the first step, obviously desperate to establish a bond between us, almost as if she had no other alternative.
"I said, «I’m all ears»...".
"We’ll discuss it later, Vruck. There’s no rush...".
"What makes you think i don’t have plans for tonight?...".
She whispers with a hoarse ragged. "Don’t stop...". Silencing by pressing my head towards her breast, my mouth stuffed with the rigid nipple of my mature companion.
"Ahh~. No wonder everyone is so infatuated with Sexuality. This feeling is so comforting and relaxing...".
{«Ja!». You are so clueless...}.
"Then enlighten , Vruck...".
{Did you just read my mind?!}.
"Who is the Clueless now?". She snorts, ruffling my hair, encouraging to maintain my mouth glued to her bosom. "And i’m able to do much more, «Not So Little Volttair»...".
{Wait!. How do you know that?!. Don’t tell you reviewed my mories on top of hearing my thoughts?}.
"I can’t navigate the mind of soone with high Ordinance and low Radiance or poor Spirituality. I only saw your dreams. They are interesting, reflective, and variated. Azthea seems like a beautiful world, until i glance the sky, that moon is «Disgustingly Hideous»...".
{What?!}.
"Nevertheless. Yesterday you showed to us how well-endowed you are...". Her gaze deviates to my groin, though my ripped abs absorb most of Verulkya’s attention.
{Yesterday?. You were with us on the terrace?!}.
"Indeed. The liquors, along Larissa’s, Notva’s and my own srizing Spell, turned to be sufficient to forbid you from rembering what you did...".
{What else did i do?!}.
"Nothing...". Verulkya laughs amusedly, her sexy machiavellian smile revealing she is just ssing with , otherwise, the Landlady would have teased relentlessly.
"Still, Vruck. Are you certain this «Little Iscandaris Bitch» is worth the hassle?".
I straighten my back. "«Ines» is «My Bitch». Don’t call her like that so lightly...".
"Oh!. And what can you possibly do to stop from referring to this weak, perverted Iscandaris as «Little Bitch»?".
My seriousness turns cold and flat, understanding Verulkya’s oppressive dominance is unfitted for a relationship between equals, and i’ll gladly teach her she better accepts equity, or she will have to humiliate herself, kneeling in surrender before .
Not answering, i lean down, resuming with my previous task.
"That suits you better, Cherished Nephew, you should attend twice a day with this...".
Her words are cut short when my lips produce lube, weakening her fair skin’s resistance, increasing its sensitivity, enhancing the sensation of my teeth tenderly scrapping the border of Verulkya’s areola.
I open my mouth completely wide, trailing my fangs outwards, tilting slightly my posture before roughly biting the breast’s flesh, enclosing the area assaulted by solely sucking and nibbling the overstimulated nipple, retorting to another two low tricks related to the Gifts.
First, i use Kinetic Domination to reduce the temperature of my saliva, so the sensation of a frostbite affects the Hot Aunt, the pain and discomfort is lessened by my lube, lowering her defenses further, and augnting another fold her sensitivity for the second part of my active silent statent.
«Molecular Subjugation» tampers with the liquid’s properties, allowing to unleash a concentrated electroshock with the tip of my tongue, as i compress the carnous little bud by sinking my teeth into the stiff nipple of Verulkya.
"AHH!~". Her gasping overwheld moan forces her to hold my head, bringing closer, as if that could augnt her current bliss.
Which is the ideal mont for the revenge, swapping the weakening effect in the lube, for a clogging numbing feature, not different from what a frigid woman cannot perceive, effectively, and abruptly, denying all the pleasure that Verulkya was experiencing.
"Why the confusion, Venerable Aunt?". I sarcastically mock her. "Did sothing occur?. It’s about what didn’t happen?. Or do you not like being satisfied by ?. Perhaps we should postpone this fooling around until you are less stressed, nerves can interfere with performance. I’m not exempt from this fatidic condition. Just look at Obelisk, still asleep".
Sha and fury sprouts in the Powerful Matriarch of the Vecturion. "My patience is not unlimited, Vurckair!".
"What a coincidence, Verulkya!".
Our gazes clash, and she becos more infuriated by my disrespect, lashing with grudgeful scorn, observing intently a void spot in the wall.
"This is all because of you!. Oh!. I know. You like to watch. Don’t you, Little Bitch?. Co here at once!. Or the next Partner of Vruck will be your Mother, Itzel. And if he refuses, there are plenty of degenerate Royals, Bourgeoises and Imperials who would adore to break her, turning an Iscandaris Pure Heiress into the perfect sex pet is a dream that not many can pull off on their own volition".
The Hot Aunt’s gaze leisurely wanders to the side, as if her eyes were following soone, what causes an amused sadistic expression on her, a sensation exacerbated by the erratic, hurried knocking at the door, coming accompanied with the panicked scared voice of Ines. "Please!. Open fast, Vurckair!"...
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