Seeding Kinks

For more pleasant that has been to rail, and reshape the tight puckered, not so little, hole hidden between Äzäleä's meaty ass cheeks.

N'Ïrk has not reached his long-awaited and extremely yearned ejaculation.

By this point, he is not even mad, foreseeing the reason behind his current inability to reach the epitome of sexual gratification. As it is his own fault.

{Taking away someone else's pleasure, must affect me too. Making me less likely to feel pleasure, and prohibiting me from achieving sexual relief}

Aware of his mistake, he thinks on Bräzzeya, wanting to liberate the Jaguaress's from the pleasure denial, wanting she regains her sensitivity.

Which in turn, makes a mess with his own perception, because all the pleasure that has been piling up, is flowing across every fiber of his body.

Part of the accumulated satisfaction is imbued into Äzäleä, squirming in her passed out state, and having a new orgasm during her sleep, clenching her sphincter, and almost provoking N'Ïrk's testicles to discharge his load of semen into the young lady's rectum due to how tight it becomes the tunnel,

{This can be dangerously addictive. From now on, i'd better refrain from using it}

Vörnea's gaze shifts from N'Ïrk, not out of shame or embarrassment, as she sees that someone else is about to arrive near the secluded area.

Going against her better judgment and criteria, Vörnea wordlessly gestures the young man the path he should follow.

Seeing Vörnea's good intention with the Synesthesia, he follows the instructions she provides with broad but precise gestures.

Carrying in his arms the half naked body of Äzäleä, N'Ïrk rushes through the shelves, reaching a staircase that grants him access to the upper floor, where a small door is already opened by Vörnea.

He goes in, taking shelter in a small studio, while Vörnea closes the door.

Leaving Äzäleä rest on a padded armchair, N'Ïrk fixes up the lady's attire. Sensing a piercing gaze on his neck.

Vörnea is observing him with scrutinizing attention. Every action he takes is analyzed by the young lady, like if that would prevent N'Ïrk from getting touchy with the unconscious Äzäleä, if that is what he intended.

"Thanks for the assistance". He says flatly, but Vörnea is quite displeased by the man's lack of resentment and modesty.

"I didn't do it for you, «You Animal»!. It was for her. No maiden should ever be seen naked by anyone else, much less if the eyes belong to members of the opposite gender".

"What about «Male» Clerics and Priests healing a lady?. Or «Mating» to reproduce?".

"You!. Argh!…". Vörnea's fury is ignited for a second, but she controls her temper, is evident that N'Ïrk doesn't has the moral compass expected on every citizen, which should had been taken into account by the «Asexual Maiden».

"You are exactly like Norlan!".

{That was supposed to be an insult?}

"Thanks for the compliment. I am not that handsome nor «Simp» so much about a single partner… , Did i use correctly the word?".

"You!…". Vörnea points her index at N'Ïrk, stamping her feet on the carpeted floor. The man may be younger than her, but the way they see life, as well as how they have lived through, is very different, having a sliver of curiosity after the gross scene she witnessed.

"What is so special about it?". She inquires a bit low, almost shy on the topic.

"Meaning?".

"Don't play dumb with me N'Ïrk!".

"I genuinely don't know what you are talking about right now Vörnea. Your aura is a mess, i can't discern with the «Synesthesia» on what of your turmoil of emotions i should be focus on…".

"Synesthesia?. Do you have it?!. How?!. It takes years to lear a single spec of the wide array of emotions!".

{Incredible, her aura is in worse state than before}

"Yes. I have Synesthesia Vörnea. From what i can infer. Anyone with black scleras, have it developed naturally at 20 years of age. But it is possible to learn it earlier. However, it is failing, not as reliable as it used to be. Probably the catastrophe had something to do with it…".

"What else has changed?". She mutters absentmindedly to herself, glancing at N'Ïrk with a coy ashamed expression, a magenta mist surrounding her slightly.

{That looks like the fog Äzäleä had. But she was plagued by it. Like if someone had smeared it on her… , In comparison, Vörnea is producing it… , Did someone tampered Äzäleä's body, senses, or whatever this mist represents?}

"Vörnea. Who was the person approaching?, and what was it's posture walk?. It was confident on every step?. It was looking for something?, Puzzled?".

The Damsel has a deep thought. "It was… , Expectant. As if he knew about what was happening, or what should occur… , You think he drug her?".

"Or something similar… , That is the most feasible. While Äzäleä is certainly prone to Exhibitionism due to her Kinks, her compliance was way too off, literally out of the charts to be a natural reaction. The surge of emotions may had been of Äzäleä's taste, but i don't think it's her normal sensitivity".

{I could be mistaken, but analyzing this, it had affected me too. Probably due to the «Violence Vengeance Virus»… , Do i have the ability to counter some of it's effects?. Or i am being delusional?}

"Vörnea. Do you know who this guy is?".

"No. I have never seen a male Tarzön…".

{What?!}

"I know how it sounds N'Ïrk. But that is what i saw".

{An Usurper?. Doppelganger?. Or Shape shifter?, Perhaps… , I can ask Norlan or Bverxkka. If they come from another REALITY, maybe there are other Species or Evolutionary Paths available…}

"It was a Male Tarzön!. I am not lying or inventing it!".

"I didn't doubt you Vörnea… , Do you know about… , Endreadney?".

The Maiden eyes wide for an instant, squinting forthwith. "I do… , Myrrha told me yesterday in the night… , When did you knew?".

"Like an hour before the calamity".

"Would you have told me?".

"About what Vörnea?. Please, specify… , Or control your aura…".

"What «Old Norlan» did. If you had had the opportunity, would you have told me?"…