Natvoshka stands behind Esdrana, observing from the corridor the ongoing scene in my room. "What a great view!. I knew you wouldn't be boring, Little Volttair".
The Professor bites her meaty lips, doing rapid slaps on Esdrana's shoulders. "You could learn from «Him», Pretty Girl. Is the best solution for your House to not be extinguished".
Displeasure appears on Esdrana's angry flushed face, grunting dimly, and walking away towards the banquet.
Natvoshka snorts mockingly towards the Ethmeron departing, returning her attention to me. "Don't take too long, «Not So Little Volttair». We are returning". She scoffs half impressed, glancing at Anahí, who is dutifully engulfing eight tenths of my eleven inches, girthy cock.
"Don't reply. I can see you are occupied making out with the Corsair. Teach her the marvels of the «Land before heaven». Or she will return to «Devour salted fish»".
{Those are euphemism?. Colloquialism?. Or is Vosha messing with me?. Honestly. I don't care…}.
Seeing Natvoshka departs from the corridor, after she kindly closes the door. Makes my focus to prioritize the snogging session with Bridgette, assaulting her plump red lips, mauling her right breast, while Anahí and Kiara continue servicing my shaft and ball's sack respectively.
With so much stimulation, the ejaculation is imminent, pulling from Anahí's mouth to invade Kiara's, flooding her throat with the release of my sperm, forcing her to drink my seed, almost to the last drop. Because Anahí does an excellent job cleaning the remains with her devoted cute little tongue.
"Show me the Panels of Your Profiles". I demand, interrupting momentarily the kiss with Bridgette, resuming our passionate exchange of saliva as i check the natives's improvement.
[ Anahí Vagrant ]
[ Worshiper ] [ Level 4 / 9 ]
[ Progress ] [ 2 / 25 ]
[ 1 ] [ + ] [ Spirituality ]
[ 1 ] [ + ] [ Vitality ]
[ 2 ] [ + ] [ Mentality ]
[ 1 ] [ + ] [ Ordinance ]
[ 9 ] [ + ] [ Radiance ]
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[ Kiara Blaster ]
[ Sorceress ] [ Level 3 / 9 ]
[ Progress ] [ 3 / 20 ]
[ 4 ] [ + ] [ Spirituality ]
[ 1 ] [ + ] [ Vitality ]
[ 4 ] [ + ] [ Mentality ]
[ 2 ] [ + ] [ Ordinance ] [ Tainted +2 ]
[ 4 ] [ × ] [ Radiance ]
{What does «Tainted» mean or imply?. Is detrimental?. It must be related to the Tar of Corruption…}.
I'm slightly distracted, interrupting again the kiss with Bridgette, although this time, she does it too, showing confusion.
"Handsome. Why the Professor told us we are coming back?. Shouldn't we be here for three weeks?".
"Amnesia, Cutie. Remember?". I reply goofily, knowing Natvoshka commented about the Beacon reducing our initial stay, in exchange for coming here regularly.
{Though we must cross like fifty times to make up for the three weeks of stay. Yet, it will be pure gain after that…}.
The banquet is as entertaining and fleeting as the first one. Except there are no mishaps, like the sentry informing about the Nifflers.
{Which i don't know what are they…}.
Or the conceited Smartass Vanguard, talking shit to My Cute Adept Escort, Anahí. Who has changed the style of her robe. From red with a gold cross embroidered at the height of her cleavage would be. To a burgundy robe with blue embroidery, imitating the style of my bodysuit, showing her investment, and devotion to reverence the mighty and generous «Patriarch Vurckair».
{She is not starting a cult or something like that… , Right?…}.
After our delicious meal, Natvoshka gives an excuse to Shlayla, reuniting the team in her room, descending to the cellar, taking our respective positions in the pentagonal formation around the multicolored star.
The shape embedded in the stone floor lights up, emitting the recognizable shades of the Stats, enveloping our silhouettes, making ourselves translucent, and sending us upwards, passing through the ceiling.
Although rather than ascending, it would be more accurate to say that we are Replicating backwards the actions we made when jumping into the Wormhole of the semicircular vaulted chamber.
Returning to our original location, is almost as if we hadn't crossed at all.
However, the strangest thing isn't the maple cobblestones on the wall, which are untouched, not outstretched or vibrating.
It's the black glow that extends from me towards Ines, and a yellow light from her reaching me. This weirdness is evident due to how intimate was my interactions with Esdrana, in comparison to the Barking Bitch.
Likewise. Esdrana's body has reverted to his normal Effeminate Femboy body.
"Congratulations, Iscandaris. You too, Little Volttair. Both of you have been deemed worthy of the next step. Proceed to the center with those selected by the Relativistic Portal to conformate your Team…".
{I thought we were a group…}.
"Kerran and Pretty Boy. Put in an extra effort these days. I'll see you all on the sixths and elevenths days of the week in my private office to continue our Expedition. Be sure to notify us in advance if you will not be able to participate…".
Bridgette rises her hand. "I spent time with my Father all elevenths".
"Weekends are not accessible". Confirms Ines, which is accepted by Natvoshka.
"Understandable. In that case, what do you think about the Seconds and Sevenths, starting from next week?".
"I think it's adequate". Bridgette admits with a big smile, her blush still present whenever she observes me.
Differently, Esdren just goes towards the entrance we used to arrive, dejected of his failure.
"May Avrora Miuller Alzierich guide you two properly, Iscandaris, Little Volttair".
"I appreciate the feeling, Vosha. See you on this Sixth. Or sooner".
The Professor snorts at me, while Ines doesn't respond, walking to the center, reminding me she is an Iscandaris, whatever that may entail.
"See you in the lessons, Handsome". The Corsair Actress pecks my cheek, giggling cutely, waving her hand as she advances to the Gombblers path.
I smile ephemeraly, reaching the center of the chamber, joining my new Team, among them, Ines and Seinnissia are the only ones i know.
My future wife clearly saw what Bridgette did, pointing it out without battling an eye. "Did you enjoy your time with the Pirate Whore?".
"I enjoy, and commit to everything i partake in, Seinnissia. Otherwise, I wouldn't do it. Or i'll express my displeasure on the spot".
My Feisty Fiancée smiles dimly, creating a little square with peach Emts, wiping my cheek, twice. Before nibbling, licking and pecking the affected area. Murmuring to my ear. "Tell me the details later, Vuir".
"You know i will, Nissi"…