Naíndra's suggestive smile puffs out her plump kissable lips, teasing with pecking Vurckair's groin; An intention conveyed in those coquettish, passionate silver eyes glancing up at the young man.
He meets the provocation pushing forth his pelvis; The Adarga's softened scales allows Vurckair to feel the pleasant contact of Naíndra's mouth.
She is momentarily taken by surprise.
In Ell'Thane, most Ladies are too demure to engage in public displays of affection.
Women prefer to keep the appearances, feigning ignorance in front of others, but in private, their don't hold back, showing how wild they can be.
Lads focus on increase their popularity, and notoriety; Avoiding direct implication in scandalous situations, which if were not poorly employed, it could incite gossip, to pump up their views.
Men in general are power hungry; A direct consequence of Women being naturally better at wielding Magic.
While control and manipulation of Nodes is the strength of Men; The ability is severely overshadowed, and outmanoeuvred by the sheer amount of Flow Magic that women can evoke with their ever-active and redundant emotions.
The External Magic is always variable, and arguably stronger than Internal Magic. But the latter approach has a not so obvious advantage, constant reliability.
And said trait, is what Naíndra adores to see in a potential mate; Plus, she is not an uptight prude.
The edges of the Vixen Bombshell's mouth curls up in a satisfied smile, pecking the groin scales before parting her lips open. To do a suction motion, licking the unseen area with her playful, warm, wet tongue.
{What a novelty. Not even in Azthea i come across someone so brazen and determined…}
The young man's thoughts are cut short along his fun; Not because Naíndra tries to turndown on him with a sudden bite. Though the tall vixen is clearly insane, she is enjoying the mild ongoing debauchery.
However, two arriving Ladies do not share the same taste; Yet, their thought is almost alike.
The first Damsel, Naylyn; Has dark blue hair, and moves so fast she is barely a blur, holding Naíndra's left arm, pulling her away.
Meanwhile, the second Lady, Mätzeniä; Is clad in a green armor, her attitude less considered, and more aggressive; Trying to pushback Vurckair with a palm strike.
His reflexes are precise, intercepting the sudden attack with the firm grasp of his left hand; The hold strong enough to deform the green metal plate protecting the woman's forearm.
Cincaid and Ervius admonish at unison, both showing hostile resentment unrelated to ongoing conflict. "What do you think you are doing, Mäwler?!."
"That's my line to this Vecturion!." Spitefully retorts Mätzeniä, tugging her arm while unleashing her emerald aura, slamming on Vurckair a powerful wave of emerald energy that increases the gravity to a fold far stronger than Instructor's Mäwller pinkish pressure.
Vurckair instinctually employs his Halo, withstanding the emerald emanation; As his grip tenses further.
Naylyn notices Mätzeniä's Nimbar has not coated the area restrained by Vurckair. The oddity brings some clarity to her, creating out of thin air a rapier made of green aqua metal.
She has the pretention to use the action as a deterrent. Which comes out wrong; As she didn't took into consideration Vurckair's dire reaction. Who traps the slim blade between the sturdy, golden claws of his right hand.
The three youngsters behind Vurckair react just as fast, wielding their weapons as Yacron adopts a cold tone that contrasts highly against his easygoing attitude.
"It's time for you to calm down your aura, Half-sister." He glances at Naylyn. "And you, Nephron, keep the blade away from my friend. Here. You two are the ones at fault."
Naylyn blinks in confusion; Her distracted state easing Naíndra's task to slip off the former's hold.
"He is right. Besides…" Comments the Vixen Bombshell with tranquility, a trend that fades abruptly with her scornful, enraged rant.
"Why you two even care about what a Prostitute like me does?!."
Ervius grits his teeth. He heard the rumors and believe them blindly.
Nevertheless, Naíndra hasn't finished her statement. "Who fucks me, when, and where i do it; It's all tied to my own judgment and consent!. You «Hypocrites», trying to compensate for your own stupidity by once again jumping straight into wrong assumptions without a mere instant to contemplate a second thought!. Pathetic!."
Startled, Naylyn's blade shakes; The dim weakness shown by her, is interpreted by Vurckair as docile compliance; Letting go the rapier as he retracts his claws.
The measured response calms slightly the still agitated, and offended Naíndra. "Could you let go the Mäwller?. I promise to blow you really good later. Preferably somewhere where we won't be disturbed by unwanted nuisances."
Vurckair stares at Naíndra; Analyzing her so intensely, that his sight caughts something impossible; The shape of an ethereal floating rosebud above the woman's head.
{It looks like i still have this ability. Must be tied up to my Profession, Sodomizer}
{But. It's kinda surprising it worked on Naíndra. Yet. What kind of Prostitute doesn't do anal?… A fake one?…}
Lost in the thought, Vurckair releases Mätzeniä's arm. However, she doesn't seem ready to comply with a peaceful resolution, her aura becoming denser by the second.
"Mätzeniä." Calls Naylyn.
She didn't raise her voice, nor change her intonation; Simply spoke the name casually.
But the young woman called out, appears to be devastated, attitude that lasts until she is mentioned again by Naylyn. "Member of the Vecturion House. Let me apologize for the misunderstanding i caused with my friend, «Mätzä»."
"Apology received, but not accepted.". Says Vurckair with a residual guttural growl. "If everything could truly be solved with words, crimes wouldn't exist; And we would simply mention the, «Sorry», by compromise."
Flatness appears on Naylyn's naturally, polite smile. The stern expression it's not to conceal anger, or anguish. On the contrary, she simply realize an obvious truth that many don't dare to admit.
Any kind of damage caused, can't be fully repaired. It may be ignored; But will never be forgotten.
"Then i should compromise." States Naylyn with resolution. "Is there a way for me to compensate both of you for this incident?. Of course. I'll take the blame on behalf of my friend Mätzä."
Mischievousness sprouts on Naíndra's gorgeous face, and Vurckair has a similar intention in mind…