Cadrissa’s lips separate from my cock, a trail of sen still connects us, but one lick of her viperous tongue is enough to cut the fluidic link.
"«We» appreciate the offer, Rissa. But don’t forget you have needs too, and this was just the aperitive".
She nods nervously, her arms released by Cresseida, allowing the for to move slowly to her previous seat on the nearby couch.
The wolf features of my dick fade away, it’s deflated shape gaining a dissatisfied pouty grimace from Cresseida, her hand harassing my virility, bringing back to life the natural eleven inches i have of length. She resus with her reading, not slacking the practical aspect.
Similarly, Cadrissa refocuses on her studies, like .
This is short lived, a mature older woman with lynx ears opens the door, stopped by the translucent layer of the golden Eneld, knocking the immaterial barrier with polite urgency. "It’s an ergency. Be cooperative".
She deactivates the Eneld with the next touch, coming into the reading room accompanied by four assistants that have animalistic features and silver hair.
I’m about to ask «What is the danger?». But the answers from the two Cressets caught out of guard.
"Head of the House!". Cadrissa says with sha, reverence and nervousness, while Cresseida sounds like an annoyed teenager who was interrupted from making out with her boyfriend. "Grandmother!. Get out!". Yet, the Librarian doesn’t stop stroking my manhood.
Cresseida’s grandmother turns around, her entourage does the sa, glancing back over their shoulders. "We cannot leave until we verify none of you is under the influence of the Violence Vengeance Virus".
{The Magenta Mist?}.
"Correct, Young Gentleman. I understand you are from the Vecturion House. And i want to avoid unnecessary conflict, with your willing collaboration".
"What a blatant lie!". Admonishes Cresseida, extending her had with the glossy shine of my lube all over her palm. "You just want to touch Vurckair’s dick!. His precum is clean!, and the Eneld has disinfected the area...".
"Elder Aunt". Intervenes Cadrissa. "It was Vurckair himself who destroyed the Violence Vengeance Virus. He doesn’t get affected either, only sneezes a little".
"That..." Cresseida’s grandmother doubts Cadrissa, but this changes with Verulkya appearing in the wall’s mirror.
"I can vouch for the testimony of Carmassia’s Daughter. Or go there in person, Crussdia".
"It won’t be necessary, Head of the Vecturion House. But i would like to have a word with this fine Young Gentleman. Of course. It’s for practical purposes. Any thod feasible to counter the «A&BPV» side effects, or any variant of «The sum of all diseases» is worth my uttermost attention".
"Cherished Nephew Vruck. Let this woman be tracked by you. Visit her if you are in the mood to do so. But if you prefer to reject her, don’t hesitate, you have my full support...".
"Noted, and Engraved, Venerable Aunt". I reply earnestly, though Verulkya’s intonation becos threatening.
"And Crussdia. Ergency or Not. Don’t enter uninvited into Larissa’s domain. You are not in good terms with her, and i’ll not withhold the entertaining safety asures she prepare to deal with busybodies like you. So don’t be bugging Vruck, he infatuate Larissa, and no matter how much a pretty rose like her is reluctant to fight, don’t disregard beneath the fluffy petals and soft button, lies a dense stem, with toxic triple hooked thorns".
The Hot Aunt vanishes from the mirror, and three of the four mbers in Crussdia’s entourage, seem shaken and visibly pale, not for Verulkya, as the change started after the ntion of Larissa.
{The Landlady is dangerous?. I an. She knows how to tease, that’s for sure. But i can’t imagine her in a combat. Though Natvoshka show high respect for her, in her weird way...}.
Crussdia laughs leisurely. "You are truly oblivious, Young Gentleman".
"That’s why i join Takctoor. To learn".
"Then visit if you want to expand your knowledge. Have a chat, or sothing else...". Her suggestive purr embarrasses her entourage, while Cresseida hugs with protective possessiveness, opening her mouth with an aggressive hiss that lengthen her fangs so fast, she ejects venom from them.
"Don’t fall for her provocations, Crissy".
"I can’t help it, Vurckair". Complains the Librarian with nostalgic distress. "When i was young, she seduce and stole all the n who were interested on an Impure Heiress like ".
Cresseida increases the tight pressure of her hug. "Not this ti Lynxen Thief!". Her voice brims with resolution, though her hands are trembling behind my back.
{Lynxen?. For Vixen?. Haha}.
I tilt my head, obstructing Cresseida’s sight, touching her forehead with mine, kissing her despite her mouth is stained with venom, my natural lube neutralizing the lethal substance, changing it into an inert serum with alcoholic flavor.
"Cresseida. I only interact with the won i choose. And i won’t give up on any of them, unless they genuinely don’t have interest in . You are mine".
"I am yours, Vurckair".
"I didn’t ask, Crissy".
The Librarian blushes, burying her face in my chest.
{So cute...}.
"Crussdia, Right?. My schedule is busy, but i will visit you".
"That is all i ask". Giggles Crussdia, leaving the reading room with her entourage.
{I don’t like others reading my mind. Do I need Spirituality to counter this nuisance?}.
Gritting my teeth, i try to sway the thought away, but to no avail. The more aware i am, the less i understand my situation.
{This is no longer challenging. It’s outright overwhelming}.
Resuming with my study session, i caress Cresseida, she continues the hug, not wanting to leave , still insecure, totally comprehensible after what she confess.
{I hate seeing her so devastated. And what bothers most, is that i’m unable to offer a sliver of comfort}.
{I may had been truthful with my statent, but words only weight if they are anchored through actions}.
{Rejecting Crussdia would not change anything, on the contrary, Cresseida would be more wary, thinking about the mont i’ll break my promise}.
Hours pass, returning to the Tower after my stomach growls.
Verulkya has prepared a decent al, still far from being worthy of a housewife, but above my own capabilities when i started cooking again after my mother passed away.
{Did you delve into so Enclosed Amalgam with ti dilation to practice?}.
The Hot Aunt nods, and i snort.
{Good Aunty. Give a massage}.
She complies, and i scoff to myself, knowing others reading my thoughts, it’s not bad under determined circumstances...
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