When having fun, time tends to pass quite quickly, and what was supposed to be a date between a nascent relationship, ended up being a group outing between old and new acquittances.
However, even with the long days of Dhägna'Hür, the sunlight is about to set, and the youngsters, laden with multiple bags, decide to end their shopping spree.
Káth'Dria returns to the waiting room in the Subway Station near the park, while Dyll'Phá goes back to the Intercultural Academy with Gagk'Xannia and N'Ïrk.
This is shortlived, the righteous damsel sights a friend and excuses herself, the couple letting Dyll'Phá out of the hook, allowing her to depart, but without forgetting she is their bodyguard, and as such, she should follow certain aspects, using daily the red lipstick, is the most notorious rule.
Then. N'Ïrk and his girlfriend continue to their mutual bedroom.
As expected. They will be under the same roof for the night. Unbeknown to both youngsters. Madame Throllüsath wasn't the one arranging this disposition. If not the Academy's Directive Administration.
In the Zindrack Conglomerate, a certain trend is followed. Aligning the students during their first bimester in six broad divisions, selecting thm with careful planning to form a balanced Trinity.
Melee or Range. «Attack».
Physical or Energetic. «Defense».
Support or Utility. «Logistic».
N'Ïrk is basically an all-rounder, completely ambivalent with five of the six divisions, obviously, omitting «Support». He cannot shield, heal, purify, detox or buff his allies, everything else, he can do it fairly good, but on this occasion, he was labeled as «Attack».
Gagk'Xannia is not so good fighting, yet, her muscular sturdy body, allows her to count as Melee, as well as both designations of «Defense».
After leaving the bags on the bedroom, both Lovers go to the showers, wanting to clean up the sweat, and be fresh for their awaited intimacy. Even when they will get sweaty once again during their steamy encounter.
Back in the bedroom, Gagk'Xannia stops her boyfriend after she crosses the doorframe.
"N'Ïrk. Can you wait for a minute outside?. I have a surprise for you, and i hope is of your liking".
"Understood". Complies the young man, remaining out of the room, closing the door to give privacy to the plotting lady. "Tell me when you are ready".
"I will".
The leisure in the short span is increasing N'Ïrk's arousal.
He is aware of what type of shops and stores Gagk'Xannia enter across the day. But he didn't take a peek on any of the articles the ladies acquired.
"Come in!".
The young man goes in, his eyebrows rising and his lecherous smile widening by the second.
His lovely girlfriend is wearing a lingerie set of black harness with golden touches, matching the tonality and style of her hair.
Nevertheless, a pair of natural extra ears are on top of Gagk'Xannia's head.
The pointy cat ears twitch cutely, being almost as captivating as the meaty round buttocks, swaying with a tempting innocence that is driving away N'Ïrk's sanity.
"Do you like it?. I am the surprise. A Bad Girl that needs to be corrected, Daddy".
He can't wait any longer, moving forward after securing the lock in the door.
The velocity of N'Ïrk makes him blurry, the momentum assisting him to pounce at Gagk'Xannia, holding her by the back of her neck, and roughly pinning her down against the mattress, effectively bending her over, keeping her in place with one hand.
The lady is instantly tense, not out of fear, if not sheer excitement. N'Ïrk is far stronger than her, which is evident as she pushes both hands against the bed, unable to create a separation, holded in place by the dominant hand of her boyfriend.
"Arch your back".
She obeys, looking like a cat stretching. Her massive rear rubbing on N'Ïrk's groin over the bathrobe.
*Slap*.
A hard spank crashes on Gagk'Xannia's right ass cheek. She winces, the sting sharp hit is burning with N'Ïrk's hand silhouette imprinted in a reddened shade on the caramel skin, a simple way of branding his girlfriend, just to remind her, she already belongs to him.
She accepted such bargain since the moment he called Gorgeous during their first interaction. Because as long as N'Ïrk is attracted to her, she would do absolutely everything for him.
Taking off his bathrobe, the oppressive young man leans down, his lips tenderly kissing the damsel's back, going upwards, reaching for the plump black lips, nibbling them before making out with the damsel.
Letting go the lady's neck, he hugs her, embracing her tightly, caressing the massive breasts with abandon.
Mauling the globes of flesh like stress balls, and teasing occasionally the hardened black nipples.
Both are getting addict to the contact of their skin. The smell is intoxicating, arousing, and familiar, vanilla, and it is not perfume, if not the damsel's nectar, squirming silently, a rule broken by the choker bell, jingling just once, even with all the up and down motion.
The strong aroma becomes more intense, working like a powerful aphrodisiac.
Gagk'Xannia's body is smooth, soft and resilient at the same time. She is more beefy and muscular than N'Ïrk. Yet, he is not thin, on the contrary, his presence is imposing and viril like his constitution, while his attentive and suppressive attitude is as amazing as his oppressive lips, mesmerizing the Tomboy with a wild swirl of his tongue.
The bell jingles once more, and the shiver coursing through Gagk'Xannia is blatantly uncontrollable.
{Is an Orgasm?!}
Curious and excited. N'Ïrk thrust his pelvis, dry humping his girlfriend, the shake is pronounced, but no sound comes from the bell.
The noise was dim, which didn't sit good on N'Ïrk's ego, setting as a goal to listen a long and continuous jingling accompanied with a loud and heated panting, cut short by high pitched moans and the constant carnal slapping of flesh against flesh.
"Don't move".
Commands N'Ïrk, interrupting the make out session and letting go the large udders.
He crouches down behind Gagk'Xannia, kissing the robust thighs, and licking with uttermost devotion every crevice of the resistant muscles, massaging the plump bubble buttocks, scrapping his teeth on the skin, biting, then kissing and licking the bruised area.
The treatment causes multiple whimpers from the innocent damsel. Her desires matching her wishes. Overpowered by her boyfriend. Vulnerable and defenseless, like a Damsel in distress. But no one would come, and she doesn't want them to approach, the bliss is far better than the pinches on her clit, but she wouldn't mind receive a few of those twisting moves right on this moment.
Standing again, N'Ïrk goes to grope the massive tits with his right hand, tenderly kissing and licking his girlfriend's neck.
Simultaneously, his left hand moves down, pushing the black thong to the side, and when his mouth met Gagk'Xannia's, he slowly aligns his thick erect manhood, a 33.3 centimeters long pole of rigid meat sweeping inside of the warmth damped folds, claiming in a swift motion the first time of the Girly Tomboy, tearing up the maidenhood that was preserved through two whole decades.
Gagk'Xannia did not felt discomfort with the strong, intrusive penetration. Instead, an intense joy and a surge of pleasure that overshadowes what she was perceiving a mere instant before.
With open eyes to a new world, the Woman can't believe herself. She is losing control over her locomotor system. Being in a worse scenario, in case of N'Ïrk wants to abuse her, and rough her up.
Which is a tempting idea, that she is more than willing to feel. All with the faithful purpose of pleasing her boyfriend, an added advantage of her current status as a Bad Girl, having no problem if she enjoys sex more than her partner…