CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: SOUR, SPICY AND SWEET PART 3.

N’Ïrk circles Æ’Vérrya, standing behind the naive damsel who doesn’t know what she has awoken.

Like a Prowler stalking it’s prey, the young man does a pause, letting the female get a sense of insecurity.

‡{Why did he stop?. I am not attractive enough to meet his rigorous standards?. I don’t have the voluptuous attributes of my Sister. But. I did an amazing job training my body. Is N’Ïrk not interested in me?. What is this sensation of a sting pressuring my chest?. Why has that affected me?. I barely know him!. He has done anything. Why am i hesitant and doubtful?. Does Myrrha feel like this with Norlan?. Why anyone would want to experience such degree of uncertainty?!}‡.

The tension in Æ’Vérrya is observed by N’Ïrk’s Synesthesia. He leans forward, posing his hands on the lady’s shoulders.

The contact is firm and gentle, yet, it has an edge of lecherous lustfulness that sends a chilling shiver through Æ’Vérrya’s spine.

Her eyes divert to the exit, she can easily trap N’Ïrk with barriers and run to the door. But the rough warmth in the man’s touch is calming and assuring, easing her doubts, while her breath becomes heavier and faster.

Massaging the damsel’s shoulders with lethargic motion, serves as a distraction, because N’Ïrk undress the lady’s upper body.

She is braless, giving immediate access to her shapely feminine breasts.

Æ’Vérrya perceives a breeze from above, the air is blown softly by the young man, teasing his novice partner, and causing the female’s violet nipples to protrude, showcasing their hardness, and sensibility, when N’Ïrk passes his fingers across Æ’Vérrya’s red skin, groping the mounds and playing with the stiff knobs like if they were buttons.

Short muffled moans, come along with cute yelps and unpredictable jerks that slowly shorten the distance between the two youngsters.

She is resting her back against N’Ïrk, timidly wiggling her ass cheeks left and right, having oblivious none direct contact with the hard throbbing cock inside the young man’s pants.

*Ahh~*. The breathless moan amuses N’Ïrk, smirking ephemeraly, as Æ’Vérrya tilts her head diagonally and upwards, meeting the man’s lips.

The accidental peck surprise Æ’Vérrya, her stare half gone with pleasure, still, she continues in her slumbered excited state, a disposition that gets worse with N’Ïrk overstepping his boundaries, kissing back the damsel.

The snogging turns into a full fledged make out session, and without separating their mouths, the two take a sit, he on a pillow puff couch, and Æ’Vérrya is on his lap.

"N’Ïrk. That felt amazing...".

"This doesn’t even count as the appetizer, Æ’Vérrya. But what make you change your plans. I thought you would wait until marriage".

She groans and whispers. *Argh!*. "Why are you so stupid, is obvious why i did it".

"It is". He murmurs back. "But that is not an adequate way to address your Fiance and Future Husband. I will have to discipline you before putting your Sister in place".

"Don’t talk about...". She is interrupted mid sentence, silenced with a n oppressive kiss that takes away her breath.

However, this time, the young man is less considerate, pinching and twisting the violet nipples while his tongue delves deep into Æ’Vérrya’s mouth, harassing the entrance of the female’s throat, bullying the uvula with his tongue, overheating and numbing the Lessee’s sensory receptors.

Loosely clenching her fist, the strength is drained out of Æ’Vérrya’s body. Enraptured by the suppressive kiss and foreign bliss of being touched intimately, feeling like a real woman who can satisfy her mate.

The Scions of other Families see her at best as a «Trophy». That’s solely due to her Family name, Vendremier. But in any other context, she is a burden that foreshadows almost all Men that can court her.

N’Ïrk sees her, and treats her as an equal. A misconception Æ’Vérrya has, that is rectified when she looks into the predatorial eyes of the man. The glowing green irises are filled with immeasurable passion, unbridled libido, and constraining dominance, tacitly implying that rightful control he has achieved over her.

‡{He is a beast!. Is N’Ïrk in this state because of me?. Or the excitement he is showing, is due to self gloating in how simple was for him to have his way with me?}‡.

Even such fact causes an unprecedented squirm across the damsel’s silhouette, the wild trembling unleashes a chaotic climax, scourging her sanity, as she is forced to learn an obvious fact, she can’t scape from N’Ïrk’s grasp, and her Sister will have the same fate, leashed like a Pedigree Bitch, but a Bitch nonetheless.

‡{Why did my privates tingle and moisten with that mental picture?. I was doing this to prevent N’Ïrk to touch my Sister. How can i want to encourage this outcome now?!}‡.

Trying to bury the preposterous incestuous thought, she closes her eyes, a dire error that results in an increase in her perception, more sensitive to the captivating touch of N’Ïrk’s fingers.

He continues groping the smooth bosom with his palm, but the digits tease the violet nipples, varying the intensity of the deliberate intent. Soft rubs. Sharp pinches. Sudden twists. Or pressing his thumbs, sinking the knobs in the shapely breasts.

Each motion spites a new reaction, transforming Æ’Vérrya and her muffled moans into a slightly off and out-of-tune instrument.

This changes with the end of the kiss, the moans turn into shameful screams that are intoxicatingly bewitching. Provoking a strong growing need to reciprocate the pleasure she is feeling.

Both lovers are too absorbed in the lewd symphony of their orchestra, unable to notice the moment when the door is opened by Evennette.

The Caramel Bimbo is stunned by the sight, turning her head to the left. Vluk’Shïan and Parmella are coming, they are too close to stop their walk.

But when they enter. N’Ïrk is the only one in the Gaming Room.

At least from the perspective of the two latter newcomers.

Evennette can see the still half naked body of Æ’Vérrya, sitting, and grinding slowly on N’Ïrk’s lap. The dazed slumber is fleeting in both damsels, exchanging glances, and astonishing each other for different reasons.

"How unexpected". Comments Vluk’Shïan, ogling at the sitting young man. "You are not training N’Ïrk".

"Correct. I am here, alone". He winks an eye, Evennette nods in a trance, while Vluk’Shïan is suspicious of the behavior both have.

Yet, she can’t pinpoint what is the deal going on between N’Ïrk and Choco Lips...