Chapter 63: Too Upfront.

Itzxuria's soft buttocks fall hastily onto my lap as her arms surrounds me in a loving embrace that conveys the tenderness of her action as well as a light shaky tremor that appears in her beautiful half scared and half relived voice.

"—I thought"; She pauses, burying her face against my neck to cover the watery drops leaving her crying eyes "—I thought that I would never see you again!".

{Maybe I underestimate her interest in me}

The pressure in her hug augments again, this silent statement is pretty clear, she truly missed me.

—When everything got worse in Clarattoia, I feared that we would not encounter each other again, and observing you here, so gallant, only scared me…

{Why she?… , Oh!}

—Since you switch to Aiottaralc from a Cross Point, and without Protection, you would lose your memories of having met me"…

—I don't have this "Protection" you mention; But the only way I would forget about you, is if you reject me Itzxuria…

—I don't understand what you are saying, "I" belong to you, I am unable to do what you said, and I prefer staying by your side, Sir…

She sniffes profusely, first by her crying, but the subsequent inhalations are somewhat slower and more intimate, like her accusatory tone that is still sensual.

"—Sir, You smell like a Real Man now"; The tongue of Itzxuria runs through my neck as a short but caring kiss ends the motion "—I was right, Sir, You taste like a real Man too, Who was the lucky one?, Is she here?, *Sniff*, You have the three of them at the same time?!, I want to be part of that too!".

—Jajaja, I am interested on them, that is correct…

"—Drïekvïer, Are you going to introduce your acquittance?"; Asks Risteth; Itzxuria is surprised but looks at me with sparkling eyes "—Can I call you by your Real Name?, Pretty please Sir"…

—Yes you can, but first…

The Sirein Farioth glares at Risteth with a playful grin that doesn't diminish its sexiness even with the running mascara due to her tears.

—My Full Name is Itzxuria Zayrin Flaremare, and I am "Anything" Drïekvïer desires my everything is fitted to be, a pleasure to meet you, "Lucky One"…

I close the distance, whispering to Itzxuria in a stoic tone "—I told you that I like Obedient Women, you have been Naughty saying to me that Itzxuria was your Spark Name".

I bite her ear teasingly yet roughly, the woman in my lap wiggles her ass cheeks against my groin with a moaning whimper "—I needed to hear you saying my name, and Sir I will do amends for my offense".

{*Sigh*, How can I get mad at her when she has such conviction?!}

"—Sit at my side"; My order is followed immediately, being Itzxuria at my right and Oriana at my left.

"—Sir?"; Submissively asks the Sirein Farioth "—Can I lean on you?".

—Yes…

My response takes longer than Itzxuria's action, leaning on me and holding my right arm between her breasts, almost as if I were going to disappear if she is not in physical contact with me.

—Sir?.

—Tell me Itzxuria, What is on your mind?.

"—Can I be part of your Squad?.

{What is that?}

—Can you be more specific Itzxuria?, I am new with almost everything related to Aiottaralc.

—As you desire, Sir; A Squad is a "Team" formed by three separate "Spears", the Leader of each Spear forms a Trinity and take decisions together, the other option is one Leader who commands two "Decurias", But most people are unqualified for this much responsibility, and the members themselves usually are not comfortable with the vulnerable position of being part of a Spear, Decuria or Squad.

{I think, Zifarlia was adamant about not doing the Spear with us, being Way too personal", or something similar to those lines}

Just to confirm, I question Itzxuria "—What exactly is this, Vulnerability, that you mention?".

Andára interjects, as she wants to form a Party with me, and this seems like two steps above or ahead of our plan "—The Leader can see the Protocol of the members".

—Like the "Bottom" slash "Foundation" of a "Party"?.

Andára is a bit ashamed and shake her head in negation, as Oriana's cheeks flush, Risteth on the other hand speaks with no filter "—No Drïekvïer, a Leader can literally have access to the Protocol of other Individuals that are members of the Spear, Decuria or Squad, seeing the Professions, Pacts, Perks and more"…

—I see, Basically like being naked in front of that person who is the Leader, nothing to occult from them.

Itzxuria nods, getting near and whispering as she kisses my ear "—I want you to know everything related to me".

—I am honored Itzxuria; Yet, I don't know about forming a Squad; I need to speak with the other candidates I have in mind, and, If is aceptable for you, we can form a Party, because I don't want to pressure any of my acquittances, into a hasty decision.

—I like how firm you are, and thinking about others is so kind of you too, so, "Yes Sir", a Party will do, for now…

Itzxuria's fingers emulate the walking of a pair of legs, using my well defined and toned body like a catwalk; Watching teasingly to the lady at my other side, urging her to shorten the distance and be more proactive.

Oriana accepts the indecorous request, sticking to my left arm in a similar manner to what Itzxuria does; The Sirein Farioth smiles mischievously, moving her fingers over my pants at the height of my groin, barely rubbing me using the tip of her reddened magenta nails with a perfect manicure.

"—I thought you were going to behave Itzxuria"; I call her out, yet, she maintains her flirty attitude and machinations "—And that is what I am doing Sir, Acting like I really am, Can we have an appetizer?, Pretty please Sir?"

I raise my eyebrow in surprise and excitement; I already knew that Itzxuria has exhibitionist tendencies, but Oriana playing along only spice this situation even further.

With an approving gesture from me, Oriana quickly parts the zipper of my pants, just as Itzxuria inserts her hand into the opening, searching for my manhood, encountering instantly, grabbing me with care and bringing my manhood to the light.

—Oh! Sir!, You look so big, thick, meaty and juicy; Can we play a little bit the two of us with "Him"?, I promise not to make a mess and take care of what you produce.

Her dirty wink is driving me crazy, which maybe means that I am similar to Xoulsey, weak to pleasure, as I don't want to hold back even if this is quite risky.

"—Amuse me"; The mandate is obeyed, being Oriana the first to hold the base of my shaft with her dainty pink fingers; Her expression maintain the usual sterness of her factions, yet, her beautiful purple eyes are exuding passion, observing me as if I were a true marvel.

Itzxuria is not different in her approach, stimulating the glistened head of my phallus, but her stare and service portrait actual worship, being diligent and concealed on her indecent movements.

"—I will do anything you want and need Drïekvïer"; Her whispering is ragged, and her lustful golden eyes show her slit constricted pupils, drunk in the pleasure of being useful for me.

The strokes become faster, as Oriana is bold enough to massage my testicles too; Or that is what I thought; However, a second glance to the event reveals the gloves of Risteth, moving slowly along the hands of the two ladies at my sides.

The bright green irises of Risteth are illuminated by her Zöhår, focusing her sight on me as she masterfully continues controlling her gloves.

Itzxuria and Oriana smile knowingly to the other, transmitting their Zöhår too, harmoniously intertwining their mental energy into a more solid and stable flow, amplifying the sensations that I am able to perceive through their loving and lustful touch.

The improvised combination of this Ladies proves to be a powerful adversary, diminishing the resistances o my resilient body to be swarmed by their Zöhår.

{Is not like I want to prevent the incoming outcome, But I would certainly like to postpone this a bit longer}

But this is just a delirious of my own mind as some words scape "—I am close Itzxuria"; She opens her mouth, welcoming my member along the appetizer.

An overwhelming presence behind us approaches nearer, calling for Itzxuria as the Sirein Farioth remains leaning into my lap.

—We finally can be together "Zayrin"…

But Itzxuria ignores the woman's voice as she shamelessly keeps devouring the tip of my manhood, sucking out the seed I release into her naughty and sensual little mouth.

Filling her cavity to the brimm, because when she stands up and sits properly, there is a little bit of my sperm sliding down the slit of her sealed lips, falling slowly towards her chin, as Itzxuria turns to address the female person who called her.