Ignoring my doubts, I appreciate the wiggle of Xoulsey's butt as she walks, asking who else wants another portion, serving the reddish beverage to Yolanda and Marckza in their respective bowls.
Since no one else wants more; Bverxkka asks without hesitation "—Can I have the rest for myself so it doesn't go to waste?".
No one is against the suggestion, so he proceeds to drink all the leftover of the reddish beverage.
"—Thanks for the meal"; Bverxkka says stoically, however, the overall vibe of this situation feels like he is truly grateful "—My Party is waiting for me, Please contact me if you require assistance, or if you would like to share with me more nutritious food, of course, I will do the same".
He does not wait for our response, shooting himself out like a projectile surrounded by dense electricity.
{No sound, no heat, no pressure, no friction, is impressive, and concerning}
"—Scared?"; Mockingly comments Q'Waray towards Nisha, who nods slowly "—I didn't hear or felt when he return, is terrifying".
The fast acceptance of Nisha disarms Q'Waray; Is obvious for everyone here that she is not accustomed to hearing people admitting their mistakes or stating nonchalantly whatever they want to express.
"—It would be more detrimental than terrifying not knowing this prowess was achievable for someone"; Marckza's words put at ease the thoughts of our Party Members, as this event can be employed to set a new paradigm in what we can learn.
"—I, I am tired"; Confess Q'Waray "—I would like to be on the second watch".
"—There is no need for more guard duties"; Say Yolanda "—In the next rotation, You and Attzzï'Yri should be Level 10, leaving this Incrusted Debris after completing the Precept, those who do the Guard can sleep then".
"—I am already Level 9"; Admits Nisha proudly "—I could reach Level 10 too".
"—Is decided, we leave as soon as we complete the Precept, Who needs to take a nap?"; Questions Marckza, being Nisha, Xoulsey and Q'Waray the three who need to rest the most.
—You sleep too Little Eslana; Yolanda, Blondlanda and Myself will take care of guarding all of you.
*Twring*
Marckza nods, going to her sleeping bag as the other members of our Party; Staying alone with the Not Twins.
For the first ten minutes or so, we are silent; Is obvious to the other what is going to occur, and I am sure, that my Party Members aren't as oblivious as they may seem.
Other minute goes by, and I see nervousness appearing on the flushed face of Yolanda, she is too concussion about me having my sight locked on her, and the predatorial stare of my cyan irises are making her impatient.
Our eyes cross, and before she deviates her sight from me, I lift my right hand, hinting her to come closer with my index finger, she is about to stand up, but stops herself instantly at my silent request; Which is more like an order made with mimic "—Crawl".
*Twring*
Yolanda leans forward, her right hand rests on the flattened blue grass, while her eyes remain glued to mine.
Her leg comes down, placing her left knee on the ground, moving gracefully in my direction with slow movements that are enticing and captivating.
Yolanda's exuberant feminine body begins to fail her the closer she is to me, the excitement she is feeling is causing her movement to tremble sporadically.
Maybe is just the fear that we might be interrupted or caught by our teammates; That is only if there is not someone already watching closely what we are about to do.
Blondlanda is attentive to the patrol duty, but is aware of everything Yolanda is experiencing, and will be conscious of what is to come.
Xoulsey's eyes seem closed, but the Monochromatic Beauty is not capable of fooling me; There is a slight movement in her sleeping bag, and something similar I can see on Nisha.
Of course, the Thaigrin Felinaid Young Lady is bolder, having her eyes wide open as she watches what is about to unfold.
Yolanda stops right in front of me, staying over her knees and between my legs, as she waits expectantly with trepidation for her next command.
"—You know what I want from you?"; My question doesn't surprise her, on the contrary, gives to her an air of serenity as she calms some of her doubts.
It doesn't matter what Laiara wants to obtain from me by "Gifting", Yolanda, I refuse to force her into anything she is uncomfortable with.
—I don't, My Lord…
As absurd as it may seem, hearing Yolanda calling me with this Nickname makes me feel like one of those abusive Nobles taking advantage of a naive yet willing young lady.
I lean forward, whispering to Yolanda's right ear "—I want to train you"; The fingers of my right hand brushes over her voluptuous breasts in its way to reach the unprotected neck of this Damsel.
My grasp overwhelmed her senses, tensing her muscles as her breathing becomes more labored "—Mold you into the perfect Sex Slave I always deserve and never knew I need for me".
Yolanda gulps down, increasing temporarily the pressure of my grasp as her saliva courses through her throat; She salivates a little more, moistening her puffy maroon lips with a timid lick of her tongue.
My left hand does its own move, reaching for the right cheek of Yolanda, rubbing her mustard yellow skin with tenderness and care, being the direct opposite of the firm and possessive hold that I have over her neck.
The movement of my left hand slowly advances towards Yolanda's mouth, using my thumb to play with her fleshy lips, pressing them as she doesn't know how to react.
{So she really is going to do only what I tell her to do, in that case…}
"—Let me in, and suck it"; Yolanda's lips part open slightly, enough to let my thumb to penetrate her moistened folds, reaching her warm and wet tongue, rubbing it constantly as she does her best to stimulate my thrusting digit, looking extremly lewd in her intense concentration, never breaking the eye contact with me.
I release her neck and unbutton the front of Yolanda's leather armor, freeing the beautiful rounded and gigantic breasts of this maiden, soft and caramelized like honey are her nipples, letting a flow of thick liquid that is identical to what bees produce.
Yolanda's cheeks turn redder, but that doesn't stop her from continuing with her task, sucking my thumb as if her life depends on it; And she is not wrong, I want her to give everything she has and is to me.
"—What do we have here?"; I ask with sarcastic voice referring to the fluid pouring out of Yolanda's hard nipples.
I relieve her of her duty of sucking my thumb, allowing her to answer me "—It is a natural response to excitement My Lord".
"—So you produced this just for me?"; Yolanda nods once with embarrassment, for my part I raise an eyebrow while my intonation is more severe "—Why haven't you offered your nectar to me then?".
Yolanda lowers her sight "—My Apo…"; But I grab her chin and roughly keep her eyes up.
—I didn't ask for an apology, If not for a taste of you…
"—H-How should I do it My Lord?"; Her interest and willing attitude is so encouraging that I want to mess with her more.
—Surprice me…
"—If you allow me, C-Can I sit on your lap"; I accept with a gesture of my left hand, she crawls up, posing her soft rear over my right thigh, turning our backs to our companions
{Is she aware of our "Viewers"?, Or is it just a coincidence based on her instincts and lust that guide her movements right now?}
—I never taste or let anyone else to see me in a state close to this, not even My Lady, I hope the flavor is of your liking, My Lord.
Yolanda's words are flat and direct, but I see her preoccupation as she brings her left breast closer to me, giving me her front knob as if it were a type of ritual offering.
But I go wilder, enclosing her breast with my hands, pressing them together from the sides with enough strength to make her whimper, a sound, that is replicated with a higher tone the instant I bite her two stiff nipples simultaneously, devouring with passionate licks the fluid smeared across her ample bosom.
She truly tastes like honey with a very light touch of mustard, a combination that is extremely pleasant and smooth to the palate, being impossible to stop my ravenous mouth over this wonderful fest.
Savagely I suck and nibble over her weakened nipples, sensing how I instigate her honeyed fluid to leave its residency with more haste than it should.
"—My Lord!"; She calls for me almost moaning, posing her hands over my head and rubbing my hair "—Oh!, My Lord!, this feels amazing!"…