Miss Silver is not joking about creating a hole in the forehead of the Monochromatic Beauty, and the latter is aware almost too late.
—I will be cooperative… , "Mistress".
My companion's golden claws retract, returning to be the perfect manicure of a rich young lady like her.
—Good!; Now, the both of you have to sit on the bed, and patiently wait until Handsome or Myself say otherwise; Understood?.
—""Yes Mistress"".
Again, the Exuberant Busty is willing, yet the Monochromatic Beauty intonation and facial expression remains with a blazing fierce defiance.
A scream of terror is heard, followed by a loud "—Intruders!" of a familiar voice; Miss Silver and Myself go to the common area, where there are several people trying to escape; However, the door is sealed and only 3 of the 8 get away.
Of the 5 remaining intruders, 2 are men, and one of them is holding Zifarlia as a hostage, the poor Young Woman is so terrified that she is completely petrified and unable to move.
"—Open it!"; Demand the Man with aggressiveness, and Zifarlia barely can respond in her fearful state "—I-I d-don't know h-how".
Before the Man can say anything else, I neutralize him by employing my Zöhår to emulate a pushing motion over his left arm; He crash against the wall on its opposite side, falling unconscious with a badly broken or more likely, a pulverized left arm, at least from his inside.
The others are captured fast, two by the towering frame of Marckza, one by Dêrêlitzzê and the last by a Bulky female of bright yellow skin, black hair tied in a long ponytail, and deep blue eyes, wearing an attire similar to Gretta or Andára.
The door is unsealed and the Icy Doll enters dragging two unconscious people as another Lady is carrying the third of those who scape.
Nevertheless, I recognize her, and she does the same, illuminating with yellow Zöhår her pretty face with blonde hair intertwined with several green tonalities, and ever changing heterochromic eyes with bright shades of yellows and green on her irises, obviously, she has a healthy and feminine silhouette clad in a beautiful white dress with excessive details.
—TREKTÖR!.
Happiness brimming from her voice as she runs towards me, stepping on her own dress and falling face first like a cut tree.
—Jajaja.
I can't contain my laugh as she fastly looks at me and screams annoyed "—Stop laughing Grilled Meat Wall!, and assist a lady in distress!.
—That you would never use a "Dress", Or what did you just say?; And since when I am "Grilled", "Clumsyiara".
—Obviously after jumping towards the burning fire breath of the Lizarbdenk, "Dumbktör".
—And it worked!.
—No doubt in that…
I got close, helping the bare minimum for her to stand up, but she lifts herself just enough to give me a tender hug "—I missed you Trektör".
—You know that I can't do that, yet, I miss messing with you Laiara.
She steps back, speaking with joy and pride for our encounter "—Incredible that you are as bold and unrestrained after all this years, you even did what you wanted, becoming a Soldier"…
—*Ajá*… , Aren't you going to do the question?.
—*Tee Hee*, Do you know the whereabouts of Carmorac?.
—Jajaja, and there it is, And, Is complicated Laiara, I saw him once just before everything went sideways in Clarattoia, so I don't know, though, he is a "Clïegdren", he should be safe, probably…
—Oh, look at you!, trying to assure me, thanks Trektör…
—*Ajá*, we should catch up after dealing with the Intruders; Should we execute them?.
—Jaja, There is the Trektör of always…
"—Yulaida"; Say Laiara, and the fit yellow skinned woman pays attention "—What was the penalization for invading the Sovereign territory of Nyfh'Thenia?".
—Cut the legs of the trespassers and brake the fingers of the hands, so they suffer in their crawling out, serving as an example for others who want to step illegally on our lands.
"—I think is not enough pain for them"; Say Dêrêlitzzê with a terrific grin "—We should burn the palms of their hands".
"—And take out their eyes too"; Comment Irithessa observing with fury the unconscious body of the Man that took Zifarlia as a hostage "—To Amplify the sorrow of not knowing what is going to occur next".
—I love the Idea!, Yulaida, after finish with them, send a petition to make this additions the new metric for the punishment.
—As you command, My Lady.
—"My Lady"?, Are you serious Laiara?!.
—Of course not Trektör!, Yulaida doesn't want to call me under any other name while addressing me, She is too serious!.
Miss Silver intervene "—The solution is simple, she needs a Good Man that can fill her with life".
{Isn't the expression "To fill her life"?}
—You are absolutely right!; Trektör your turn.
—My Turn?.
Dêrêlitzzê nods as Laiara complains "—Oh, For Fecketh Sake Trektör!".
—Don't tell me that you are "Chaste" and still with that mentality of "Why would I copulate with someone if I am not fertile yet, I can't breed them".
—Is not wrong thinking that way, is a fact, and, I am not longer "Chaste" Laiara.
—Really?!, Since when?!, With who?!, Tell the details!.
—Since yesterday, and "No", my affair is only between her and me.
—Come on Trektör!, I am your oldest female friend.
I go near her and she is warning me already, knowing what i would do "—Don't you dare Trektör!".
—I would ask her permission, so suffer until tomorrow Laiara…
"—*Argh*, you suck!"; She complains, yet, she hugs me once again in a tight and caring embrace.
—And you are too clingy Laiara.
"—Uncomfortable?, Or dirty thoughts clouding your mind?"; The question is almost flirtatious, as her current glare.
—Yes to the first part, and for the second, you falling over a pile of shit, Jajaja…
—Ew!, Trektör!, I was talking about, the "Naughty" kind of thoughts.
I whisper to her ear "—I want to taste your pussy"; Her eyes widen with reddened cheeks as i speak normally "—Is that Naughty enough Laiara?".
—More than I could expect from you Trektör; But, "Only Carmorac" can have my womanhood.
—I am aware, and I didn't say "Having" your Vagina Laiara, if not tasting it.
—Oh!, We… , should talk about this, sounds, "Promising"…
After deliberating for a few minutes, the Ladies decide to let go the Intruders with a few broken bones in the process; And they accept the petition of Miss Silver to remain silent about the incident, as she would take care of the attendant with my help; We return to her Bedroom, where the Exuberant Busty and the Monochromatic Beauty are waiting for us.
—Handsome, you are getting on my nerves, please, stop carrying your backpacks; Or, do you have something valuable there?.
—Is valuable for me…
—Can I take a look?.
—Sure…
I put my Backpack from The Kcrwlmndth Federation in the floor as the one I got from Kinksters is rapidly grabbed by Miss Silver, observing immediately the Bunny leather set I aquire for Éxzedrya.
—*Mhmm*, Kinky, *Sniff*, It smells like this has already been used.
—A little, Is s gift for a Joyful Hopping Bunny.
—Jaja, Is she your girlfriend?.
—No, we are close, but not "That" intimate.
—I see, What more is of your interest Handsome?.
—Not that much, I am learning, and half of what is inside is a gift, or a prank from who I receive all of this.
She smile, lifting a little pink chain with tweezers in the ends "—Can I use this nipple clamps Handsome?, They will be useful for those fleshy bouncy udders".
"—Go ahead, use as much as you want, except this"; I move the leash with the collar, putting it with the rest of the Bunny leather set.
Miss Silver delves into the other items, grabbing white leather shackles and a slim paddle of wood with black leather that she calls "Flogger".
"—Should we start Handsome?"; Excitement brimming in her sensual voice as her breath becomes faster.
—Of course, but I want to try something first.
She looks puzzled yet expectant as I walk towards the Monochromatic Beauty.
—Stand up.
My firm statement is uncontested by her, obeying fastly with trepidation in her eyes; The Lady remain motionless, unsure of what is about to occur, unfortunately, for her, is about to be even clueless.
I surround her waist with my left arm, closing the distance between us; Her body gains an obvious stiffness as her nervousness rises even more when I rub her cheek with care and gentleness; She blushes with a pinkish shade as her voice brakes thinking on the inevitable act thet is going to be consummated by our participation.
—I-It is m-my first t-time…
My senses gone wild with her statement and firmly I inquire —What makes you think I would take you?.
She panics, and her troubled expression with the overall tenseness of her posture is exquisite; So I kindly reassure her before she collapse —You don't need to stress, be obedient, and nothing bad will happen.
Some relief appears with her hasty nodding, replacing the previous expression as she keeps an almost flat smile.
{This Monochromatic Beauty is more easy to deal than what she show earlier against Miss Silver, Is because I am a Male?, or the situation in general?}