I turn towards Marckza, trying to contain my joy and expectancy, but the dumb smile in my face surely is giving me away.
"—You don't have to ask"; I say excited as I detach the weapon from my Fake Epidermis Suit, handing it to Marckza "—Is yours Little Eslana"…
She takes the Rifle, and her cheeks flush a bit when our fingers brush each other for the split of an instant.
"—You are the little"; She remarks, surely referring to our ages or the height, as she is 75 centimeters taller than me; But I counterattack with her own words "—I recall you calling it Big".
Her eyes widen in surprise and embarrassed she throws her right fist in a straight jab direct to my face; I evade the hit tilting my head slightly backwards, while intercepting her wrist with my right hand and pulling her against me.
Marckza leans forward almost falling face first, but my right hand let go of her wrist to swift and firmly grab her neck, impeding her body to land over my bed, filled with "Only the Owner of Kinksters knows what is all of this items".
Having Marckza in this hold, I feel, invigorated to a no end, her pulse is high, but is not fear or anger what is pumping up her rushed blood flow; Is something more intimate and instinctive, even primitive.
{She likes… , No, Marckza loves this, I was not sure when I meet her due to my own inexperience, yet, She gets excited whenever I show that I am better than someone else, especially showing my prowess over her}
With our current situation and position, I direct Marckza's body so that she straightens up her back, holding her by the neck with a tighter grip the instant she wants to speed up the action, stopping her futile attempt as she gives me full control of her movement without any major opposition from her part.
I observe her pretty face looking up; Marckza is trying to mask her labored breathing, portraying a stoic expression and keeping her bright emerald irises locked onto mine.
{This probably appears to be defiance from Little Eslana in the eyes of those around us, but I am sure, is not the case for her right now, she wants more, and I am not different on this regard}
I remove my grasp from Marckza's neck, a small reddened bruise is showing my hand printed slightly on her fair skin.
{Beautiful; How gorgeous would she be with this same coloration branding her shapely, bouncing and firm buttocks after a couple of deafening sharp spanks…}
Grunting with a feral intent I notice the silent in the room as everyone is observing us.
"—I like those eyes Trektör; Comment Nisha with a flirtatious tone as her gaze scans me constantly "—They suit you better".
"—She is right Trektör"; Adds Xoulsey with a kind tone "—You look unpredictable and roguish"…
—Jajaja, thanks for the compliments, I am still learning how to maintain their new shape for extended periods of time, please, feel free of telling me if they go back to their previous form.
"—We will do so Trektör"; Comments Yolanda with a light blush "—This savage glare of your's resemble an indomitable warrior, is intimidating yet incredibly appealing"…
{Is she jealous of Xoulsey?, Or Yolanda simply wanted to express the way she is feeling because of me?}
"—I don't want to ruin such a pleasant moment between all of you"; Interrupts Q'Waray with actual interest "—But if there is no problem, I would like us to go and gather as many Nûrkxz as we can, it would be a waste not to make use of the absurdly high Assimilation we have while together".
"—I agree"; Admits Marckza "—However, I believe a good Combat Station is better than an Incrusted Debris".
Nisha nods "—Plausible, the difference in the temporal ratio will allow us to gather more Nûrkxz without losing too much time".
"—The Incrusted Debris can have their own Temporal Ratio after loosing the Restriction over the Planet"; Explain Q'Waray, letting Nisha and Marckza in a deep thoughtfulness, weighing the pros and cons of this new possibility.
While this three beautiful Ladies discuss our course of action; Xoulsey and Yolanda are very kind to me, helping to organize the items inside the new backpack with anything it could be useful for us in our upcoming exploration.
With our preparations complete, we left the building; Following Q'Waray directions to reach our destination, an Incrusted Debris.
Nostalgia striking me is slightly absurd; Just a few days ago I was in front of one of these weird mounds of earth, ready to enter with Marckza, Irithessa, Nisha, Queen Mireya, her niece and others, all with the intention of trying and taking cover from the Mudrain of Bismuthic Amalgamation; And right now, I am in a similar situation with two of that group.
§ Incrusted Debris §
Level 10 - 19
Zenith 1
Grade 3
Ratio: 1 Hour = 25 Hours
§ Nûrkxz "Null" up to "Grade 2" §
{Incredible!, without the Plasmatics Shielding is possible to see the "Portrait"}
"—You didn't mention this Incrusted Debris being of Zenith 1, Q'Waray"; Remarks Yolanda with stern attitude.
"—Is there a problem with this?"; My question puzzled the Guard of Laiara and Q'Waray; Marckza and Xoulsey just laugh a bit as Nisha replies.
—The difference between Zenith Zero and One is dangerous Trektör; Everything you do is "Ten Percent" less effective against those of a higher Zenith, while simultaneously they are "Ten Percent" better against you.
"—It may not look like is much of a difference Trektör"; Adds Xoulsey "—But the Environment itself is against us too, following this same rule on everything".
{Intriguing, yet, Exciting}
"—You are forgetting the Precept of the Incrusted Debris"; Comments Yolanda, still tense about the idea of a Zenith 1 Environment.
"—I already know the Precept"; Reveals Q'Waray "—Is Having two members of the Party being Zenith 1, Attzzï'Yri, Yulaida and Myself are Level 9 already, feeding our Contracted Partners with Nûrkxz and resources from this place is more than enough to reach Level 10".
{What Level I have?}
§ Drïekvïer Trektör Krïegdörn §
Zenith: Zero
Level "5" of 43
Progress (139/140) to reach Level 6
Species: Dörnk'Rör / Threk'Möûörldt (+L8)
Title: The Nightmare Of The Farioth (+L9)
Status: Debtor Per Association
{I almost reach Level 6!, Nice!, And why my Maximum Level is "43"?, Wasn't 41 a few minutes ago?; Oh!, Maybe is because the Species went up from "+6" to "+8"; How did I make this improvement?}
Pushing my doubts and questions to the back of my mind, I focus on what we are about to do; Delving into the Incrusted Debris.
The dark, cavernous hollow of the entrance feels oddly cold without any chilling breeze, and unlike passing through a Cross Point, it doesn't feel instantaneous.
This is more like entering in a dark tunnel and seeing an exit at the opposite end; But no matter how far you go, you don't seem to be shortening the distance at all, the apparently endless road can be annoying, a really strange experience as we only did a few steps before reaching our destination.
"—Wow!, That felt way less taxing!"; Exclaim Nisha stretching her body, curving her back and lifting her buttocks in my direction.
{What an ass!, Is she doing this on purpose?; Or is it just a coincidence?}
"—Plebeian"; Sighs Q'Waray with exasperation "—Is because of the increased Vyåhö on everyone, and the absurd amount of COHESION our TOP and BOT must possess".
"—And Trektör"; Calls for me Q'Waray "—I know is not of my business, but you should increase your COVALENCE, the mental extenuation of passing through Incrusted Debris would be even less notorious for you".
{Is Q'Waray nice to me because she feels in debt due to the bracelet?}
"—Thanks for the advice Q'Waray, but I don't mind the mental disorientation, on the other hand this cooling sensation can't be diminished further?, Is a tad exasperating".
—Trektör, Do you mean the Vacuum Passage separating the entrance and the interior of the Incrusted Debris?, Or the enhanced Compression of the high Gravity of this environment.
"—What compression?"; I ask observing with more attention to my comrades; Seeing that their [Zöhår Membranes] of Q'Waray and Xoulsey are active at all times.
Not like I don't do the same, but they are being defended by their [Membranes] right now, and we are not under attack.
"—You don't feel it Drïekvïer, is not much but is still quite detrimental"; Marckza has her breathing a bit heavier than normal, the same applies to Nisha and Yolanda, but is almost nothing in comparison to Xoulsey and Q'Waray.
{Does COHESION also diminish my perception of this heightened Gravity, or is it the [Armor Vyåhö] what is helping me?}
—I don't feel anything Little Eslana, Are all of you employing your [Armor Vyåhö]?, maybe that can help.
My words dismay them evidently, but they do not question my suggestion, immediately changing their slight heavy breathing as the Vyåhö course through her bodies.
{What a glorious sight, I, I can see the exact pattern of their Vyåhö!}