Larissa's suggestive insinuation lingers in my mind, accompanying me with the scent of her womanly essence impregnated in the bed's sheets, enhancing my spectacular recovery after a restful night of sleep.
{If i were naive. I might had believed Larissa's perfume has a nice fragrance. Haha. She is such a Cougar, pleasuring herself in this room, probably wanting me to catch her red-handed…}.
"Are you awake?". Asks Girlande, slamming the door open, the pommel embedded against the wall.
"I am not". My head tilting faintly to the entrance, straighting my posture and closing my eyelids. "Wake me up with a blowjob".
"Blow-Job?". She says puzzled, her firm heavy steps making squeaks over the wood planks.
She approaches resolutely, her towering presence shadowing me as she is besides the bed. Her breath above me, inhaling deeply before gushing out her exhalation, powerful like an air gun, just a sliver away from being a blank salvo.
I stand up quickly, my forehead colliding with her chin, my head bouncing back to the bed, as she takes a step back, adjusting her jaw, green light coating her hand. "What are you doing?!. You asked for it!".
"A Blowjob!. Not a Blower!". I retort, sitting on the bed's edge. "Anyway. What are you doing in my room, Girlande?".
"I've come to invite you to jog. I like to do it before dawn, from here to the outskirts, checking what lies in-between the villages and farms to keep in line the dangers eyeing the perimeter wall".
"Are you serious?!. What gave you that wrong impression?. Or you really think i'm that kind of righteous person?!".
"No, but you need the income. Or it was normal to be a «Kept Man» in your own world".
"In fact. Yes. It is common. Not my case. But i met plenty, man and woman alike". She is astonished, blinking fast in surprise, while i tease her more. "What?. Didn't you expect that answer?".
"I did not".
"Haha. Just for you to know Girlande. My world is safe and sound, don't talk about it as if it was destroyed".
"I'll have it present… , Are you coming?".
"Sure. Lead the way". I say inconspicuously, a blatant excuse to watch Girlande's rigid, bountiful rear.
{I have to pound that ass}.
Our race is more hectic than what i was expecting, closer to a sprinting marathon rather than a morning jog.
The veil of the night is still present, the moonlight reducing the darkness, while the friction of the air against our bodies, is not enough to counter the frosty dew of the early morning.
The drawback is neutralized with my steamy snorts, burgundy light coating me frame sporadically, to prevail over the humid cold environment.
"New disciple?".
The phrases comes from the booth at the fortified entrance of the perimetral wall.
"He is too reckless to be a Deacon". Says Girlande, not sparing a glance, just waving her hand.
We pass through the exit, a tunnel in the massive wall, a construction with a height comparable to a 25-story building, wide as two stadiums, emanating a double dome of energy from both ends.
The outskirts are not too different from a medieval farmland. The silhouette of wooden buildings can be seen sporadically among the plains, the torches highlighting the contours with elusive lighting, the fire uneven with the sudden gale, swirling the air, messing up the flying path of fireflies playing with wisps of ethereal light above the grass.
{This insects are big, Five to Six inches}.
"Don't disturb the fireflies. And be careful with the «Braddiers». They can merge with those who don't have their Profession. Changing them by accident. But this is a weird occurrence, the Braddiers prefer animals over people, their biggest goal is to become an Embryon".
"I read a few lines about it. But i don't comprehend how is this possible".
"Me neither Vurckair. I am a Deaconess. My job is to expel entities possessing or parasitizing others, which includes Braddiers controlling wild beasts or cherished objects bathed with Spirituality. Of course, only if is needed".
{Stats are so variable and ambivalent. I need to understand them more. With luck on my side, i'll learn about them in my lessons}.
Our patrol takes us to a hillside among the eastern trees. The sun is almost out, an orange hue paving its way across the vast sky, dispersing the darkness while we sit at the edge of the short gradient.
{This is…}.
"You're not going to confess your feelings to me, or anything like that, right Girlande?".
"Something like that, Vurckair". She exhales, her mature hardened face losing her calm severity, earnestly glaring at me. "Treat well my Sister. She is really young, and had it difficult when our house fell. She knows how important is for me to restore the Gadrigoth House. and she will become your Concubine or worse if that could help me. She doesn't owe me anything. But she thinks otherwise. What i'm trying to say is. Don't forget she is a woman, not a tool".
"Do i look that evil?".
"No, and that's the problem, Vurckair. You look menacing, but i sense in that punch you delivered, how capable you are, far beyond of what you let others see. You can't fool me, you held back, even in the kick that almost ripped off the head of your Counterpart".
I remain silent, because she is not wrong.
"Is not enough in this world. Nor it was in mine".
"Somehow you have the same bearing as Verulkya, except that she displays her overwhelming prowess with subtle passivity".
"Hahaha. You are right on that one. She deflect my hand with her gaze…".
A silence lingers briefly between the two of us, until i interrupt it. "Rest assured. I don't plan on abandon Galishia, corrupting her to my taste. That is a given".
"What a way to tell me you will abuse my Sister".
"It's not abuse if she likes it. And Girlande, you can always be filial, helping her with her duties as my Concubine".
She scoffs. "Let me guess, a Blowjob?".
"You got it fast Deaconess".
"I don't. What does it mean?".
"Fellatio".
Girlande blinks. "Right Now?"…