Calling Annïzzhïa's Name aloud makes my chest to illuminate itself, releasing an amorphous shape that is extremely quick in acquiring a more detailed silhouette, until a clear view of my Contracted Partner is visible.
However, rather than the big lizard creature I observe previously, appears a death gorgeous warhead of a woman with terracotta scaled skin.
Her face is sharp and sensual puffy lips have an inviting smile, the violet magenta irises of her eyes surround the constricted slit reptile pupils, giving her a savage yet attractive glare, while long and silky metalized obsidian hair adorns her head with the company of two thick horns and pointy ears, as well as a slight protuberance on her forehead that looks not different than an armored clitoris.
Annïzzhïa incredible body is truly a magnificent marvel, especially due to her 7 meters of height which increases the prominent volume of her gigantic and rounded womanly attributes.
—You are naked!, and have a tail, Gorgeous!.
‡Yes, They are of your liking, My Handsome Contractor?‡
—You know the answer Annïzzhïa, so YES, I am fascinated with your physic!.
‡I thought you would be dissatisfied with how much I change being on this environment Trektör…‡
—Why would I?, You can still do everything you did back in the Contact Chamber, Right?; And this appearance you have is "SO APPEALING!", I need a taste…
A mischievous smile forms on Annïzzhïa's sensual lips, biting them with desire as she leans forward.
"—Trektör!, What are you doing?!"; Scream ashamedly Amber "—Tell her to wear clothes immediately!, Is distracting!".
‡For her!‡
{Indeed, Jajaja}
"—Wow!, She is taller than Melteatriss, My Farmer!"; Comment Merzïry hopping around Annïzzhïa with an excited smile"—And so pretty!, Did you follow my advice?".
—He did Merzïry, we may not have a "31" like you and Furmord, but a solid "19" is what bound us.
""—She can talk!""; Amber and Merzïry scream with mixed emotions, the latter is enthusiastic about the fact while the former has evident jealousy.
—Is that unusual?.
—It is Trektör, at least for a Contracted Partner with less than two stars "2★", and, she is still naked!.
"—Is that a problem Amber?"; Asks Merzïry with more than her usual naivety and innocent intonation "—Furmord is naked too and you didn't say anything".
Annïzzhïa follows up to mess a little with Amber "—Is because she likes to see what Furmord has to offer, Right Matchmber?".
—O-Of course not!.
Merzïry pouts cutely "—You don't like Furmord Amber?".
—T-That is not what I say M-Merzïry, she was… , she is… , "Vulgar".
I can sense Annïzzhïa anger, which obviously she is not going to condone such declaration from Amber "—I didn't say anything wrong, If was misinterpreted, then the VULGAR, must be someone else".
{Damn gurl!, You outdone yourself learning how Irithessa speaks}
‡That Icy Doll is such a good role model; Can we do a threesome with her?‡
{Jajaja, first experience "Sex" then we can try and involve another participant}
Amber doesn't take well Annïzzhïa's words, and is Melteatriss the one reacting, launching a strike with the smoldering chain she has.
With all my Combat Experience inside her as knowledge, Annïzzhïa intercept the hit with her left hand, pulling hard the chain and bringing Melteatriss closer with it; Attacking the scorching lady with her right knee striking directly to the stomach.
Melteatriss falls to the ground as Annïzzhïa swiftly positions herself over to constrain the former by using her legs to make a neck hold, increasing the pressure and choking Melteatriss, who is incapable of retaliate in any way.
‡Mmm?, She likes this!‡
Annïzzhïa press harder as her hand goes to the womanhood of Melteatriss, rubbing the hot labia of the scorching lady; This reduces the already low struggle put by Melteatriss, which encourage Annïzzhïa to be more intense in her rubbing.
"—Leave her already!"; Exclaim Amber with embarrassment but pointing her blazing sword towards Annïzzhïa.
—Why?, I am simply defending myself from an unprovoked aggression.
"—She is right Amber, Melteatriss needs to control herself more"; Say Merzïry, calming Amber "—Still, Can you let her go Pretty?".
—She was bad with me Merzïry.
—You are right Pretty, "Bad Girls" deserve punishments, What about five spanks?, But after that, You two have to be less "Intense", on your interactions.
Melteatriss nods slightly and Annïzzhïa accepts too, obviously, Amber is not really pleased, but being Merzïry the one who decided this, there is no further complains from anybody.
‡She has pretty soft ass cheeks, I would enjoy this as much as her‡
{Jajaja, Start already, I think Amber can feel what Melteatriss is sensing right now}
‡It goes both ways Trektör, Melteatriss can't stand the thoughts of Matchmber getting excited by following this shameful order from Merzïry‡
*Slap*
Annïzzhïa's hand smack the red hot flesh of Melteatriss, who tries to keep her lips sealed with not enough success as a muffled *Mhmm* is heard.
My Contract Partner gropes the buttocks of Amber's Partner, and when she is going to protest for the actions of Annïzzhïa, Merzïry speaks first "—You are so thoughtful and kind Pretty, rubbing Melteatriss to make the pain go away faster."
‡She is so naive‡
{Maybe not that naive, What if she acts like this to get away with whatever she wants?}
‡Possible, but unlikely, Maybe she is just too curious and love experimenting a lot‡
Amber is unable to say anything, which let Annïzzhïa to send the second *Slap* over Melteatriss ass, touching the exit hole of the scorching lady in a few occasions during the rubbing.
*Slap*
The third impact accelerates the breathing of Melteatriss, the poor lady is holding as she can but is obvious to any onlooker that she is getting overwhelmed by the pleasure and her own excitement due to the overall situation.
*Slap*
A gasp escapes Melteatriss mouth and Annïzzhïa loosens her leg hold freeing the Scorching lady's neck; She starts to incorporate herself, but as soon as the smoldering woman lifts her ass slightly up; My Partner smacks the flesh again, *Slap*, going for the middle area, crashing against the womanhood of Melteatriss, making her to contain a moan using a hand as she crawls with the other hastily towards her Contractor, becoming light and entering inside Amber's chest.
—I-I am a bit tired M-Merzïry, I w-would go and take a nap.
‡More like she needs to get off‡
{Or cool down a lot, Jajaja, The last Smack was art Annïzzhïa}
‡Thanks for the compliment, I like "My Male" to be entertained and never bored‡
{Is even feasible to be bored with you by my side?}
‡I hope is impossible‡
—Rest well Amber, we can withdraw the loot from the Beacon and give you your share once you wake up.
—T-Thanks M-Merzïry.
Amber quickly advance to our tent as Furmord comes inside of Merzïry's illuminated chest with a bit too much speed.
‡Coward‡
—My Farmer!, Let's go to the Beacon!, We need to give the Fish we catch to Lorraine!.
—Jajaja, Sure, Lead the way My Hopping Bunny.
Annïzzhïa carries the barrels of Amber, walking with us to the Beacon, where there are six death bodies of Stalkers Farioth.
Not only that, Gorddzza is injured, the same can be said for Andára and Gretta, though her wounds are not as bad as the ones in the first, because Zifarlia is actively healing with Zöhår to prevent a massive bleeding.
—What happened here?.
My question is answered by Irithessa, who is injured in one hand, as she would have stopped a stab with her palm.
—A Farioth plot, they must have harassed the Gnardimgard of several locations and gather them as a distraction to infiltrate in our camp to destroy our Beacon.
{Weird}
—What do they obtain from doing this?.
—Score Trektör, a lot, "75,000" plus "50,000" for being the first in doing it.
—The Farioth are not biased or drived by economic gain, Why would they want the "Score"?.
—PROTOCOL give rewards based on the Score of an area, and the Beacons work as a type of Store, That is why the Academies encourage practices that give Score by giving Zembryons on top of the Score anyone obtain, because what matters the most is "Spending" the Score.
—"Big Hit, Big Shopping Spree".
—You got it fast Trektör, and with whatever they obtain…
—More powerful they become, which is one of their primary drives if we omit their disgusting practices…
I make a primitive grunt, trying to ignore all the horrific and heretical acts committed by the Farioth, and that is only referring to the ones I have the misfortune of being present when they occured.
—Irithessa, do you know from where they come?.
—I don't Trektör, but I would say is the South or the East, as you come from the West and i suppose is safe.
"—It is now, we kill 231 Gnardimgards with their Wolvclaween!; Proudly say Merzïry, putting a silly smile on Irithessa's face as she ruffles the silver hair of My Busty Bunny.
—What a Good Girl!, you deserve a reward, go with Trektör and put the bones in the Beacon, Your Party did the most here, grab the "First Loot", for you.
—Thanks Irithessa, you are a good leader!.
—Ha ja, I can improve… , and if you knew my Father, you could see how much capacity I lack for the role…
I intervene.
—Don't demand more from you Irithessa, "Diamonds are formed with pressure, but no matter the amount or the finesse of the talent, it still takes time for the carbon to reach its peak"…