Volume 0 (41): Dread for a decadent civilization.

Chapter 41 : Words have value Part 4.

The passionate foreplay between Cla'ryon, Norraine and Marshack is sighted by Esveth, the Empress of the Mathirn, who observe attentively the behavior of the females, both are extremely focused in their interactions with the Apex.

The Tsarina of the Jitaris is sucking the fingers of the Hûrngöth with such lewdness that results improper from someone of her status.

Duchess Delené instead has changed her approach, nibbling repeatedly Marshack's neck while her right hand runs over Cla'ryon's neck, sending an emition of Electrons that produce shivers in the Jitaris.

This keeps muffling the moaning of the Tsarina, action that increases substantially as the Apex introduce his complete left hand deeper in the already invaded mouth of the female.

Reaching the throat of Cla'ryon, massaging the interior with constant discharges of Electrons, evoking gagging sounds between gasps present to the beat of convulsing motions due to her incapacity of reaching the climax because Marshack's improve pheromones impede this outcome.

The expression on Cla'ryon face is of pure bliss and lust, even the demure and traditional Duchess Delené is conscious of this, because she is on a similar situation, fortunately for her, not reaching the extent of being in the verge of pass out from pleasure as it is the case of the Jitaris Sovereign.

‡—The "Zionez Absolute Displacement" is ready My Empress; The femenine voice of Soft Touch takes the distracted female Mathirn out of her sweet reverie ‡—Proceed.

The Vessel is surrounded by a glow of Yellow Amber Plasma, crossing 5,000 Standard Light Years in just 5 seconds.

This is the maximum possible performance of this technology, which is used too, by the Prinean and Lakyr but with a much more mediocre capacity.

Soft Touch immediately advances towards a nearby nebula, this gaseous environment hides a secret, a Wormhole that connects with the Skårdiån Galaxy.

The slow spiral contour vortex is quite beautiful to watch, purple blue, golden orange and white silver dance harmoniously with majestical rhythm.

Still, is not enough to deviate the attention of the engrossed individuals involved in an intimate but not so private act with the Empress observing them more closely than before.

*‡—How much longer are you going to pretend to be your mother, young lady?.* The sudden question of Cla'ryon employing the Slaidt startled Esveth.

{It is not possible for her to know, i did everything perfectly, not even the Old Maw'wldler noticed my impersonation, much less the …}.

*»‡—Don't think to much, your mother's demeanor is not that modest when i am around her, she would have join this little debauchery with me already, and experience on the matter is clearly lacking with the way you keep ogling at us, not to mention that i am talking to her, prepare yourself to be punished "Cute Bethzave".*

The "Empress" of the Mathirn trembles for an instant but keeps her composture {Good, she has more self-control than Cereldya, my Youngest Daughter, she is still too impressionable and doesn't possess the audacity or conviction to perform such an act as the Cute Bethzave has done}.

Marshack posture change as he takes out his left hand from Cla'ryon's mouth and signals Norraine to stop her nibbling over his neck.

The latter accepts immediately but the former is quite unhappy, she hadn't reach an orgasm and the Apex still is focusing his pheromones on her.

Marshack communicates with the Tsarina using his Slaidt *‡—Behave yourself appropriately Cla'ryon, and stop bullying Esveth's young daughter, only then, "I" will allow you to feel the ecstasy you desire so desperately.*

The Jitaris nods meekly with submissive short licks and kisses on the thumb of the Apex left hand, this behavior of hers makes Marshack's three hearts to beat faster as the gestures of Cla'ryon turn to be more docile by the second.

‡—She is quite the tease; Comments openly Norraine ‡—Indeed; Is the only word pronounced by Marshack as he plays with the lips of Cla'ryon one last occasion before adopting his usual stoic and firm demeanor.

»‡—Your mother is arriving; This words of the Apex were obviously for Bethzave, who tries to calm down as she never suspect this could occur.

A minute later, the real Empress of the Mathirn goes inside of the Observation Room, the worked up Tsarina of the Jitaris and the excited Duchess Delené would have been the most striking facts if it wasn't for her daughter looking exactly like her.

However a scolding tone is not heard, instead, an impress and amused voice is emitted by the real Esveth.

‡—Cute Bethzave, congratulations on acquire the ability to [Mimic], you did wonderfully, perhaps, if you have do it against others, rather than my newest, most powerful and resourceful Allies, you could have gotten away with it …

»‡—But, you are still too translucent (Green) to steal my future husband …

Cla'ryon interjects with playfulness ‡—Don't be jealous Esveth, Bverxkka is quite capable of satisfy the four of us without a problem …

The implie provokes both Mathirn to show her wings that shine with pink light along the Yellow Amber Plasma Zohar that surrounds their silhouettes, the Empress shows it due to excitement and her daughter do it because of her embarrassment.

This makes Cla'ryon to not waste the occasion ‡—See Bverxkka, like Mother like Daughter, both are ready for you to take them as you please …

Marshack resolution doesn't get affected, on the contrary, he remarks what he already said to the Tsarina, but this time for the Mathirn to hear it ‡—I promise to My Bride, that i would not engage in sexual intercourse until the female in question has less than 250 Hûrngöth Years …

His tone change for one almost as playful as the Tsarina »‡—Apparently someone forgot that fact and doesn't want to climax until we see each other again …

Cla'ryon panics a bit but Marshack quickly give her a peck over the curvature that represents her nose to assure he is playing, just to express himself with seriousness the next moment »‡—Enough distractions, we can have a pleasant chat after identifying how these unknown invaders arrived to the Skårdiån Galaxy, as well the subject involving the Lakyr Stealth Ships harassing constantly all over the territories that belongs to the Mathirn and now the Jitaris domain on Preëmethia Galaxy.

‡—You are well inform; Comment Cla'ryon with a more conscious voice, the Apex reply by revealing a fact ‡—We have territories on that Galaxy, the Lakyr are persistent, so right now General Crimcer should be devastating the Lakyr domain …

Esveth inquire ‡—You suggest to not antagonize them, what change?.

‡—Nothing; Marshack elaborates his statement »‡—General Crimcer is only coordinating the offensive, other integrants of my Civilization are the ones engaging in combat.

Norraine say why this is happening to clarify what Marshack didn't comment ‡—The Lakyr are quite known for piracy and slavery, the others in our Civilization were attacked by them and called, the Skyfallen, when we discovered the Lakyr and the Skyfallen were the same, the population asked for retribution, and we allow it because there is not any relation traceable to us …

‡—That is genius!; Said Bethzave excitedly but Esveth, her Mother corrects her ‡—No Cute Bethzave, this wasn't planned, is just the consequences of multiple decisions aligning on their favor … , still, not overseen the opportunity is impressive …

Cla'ryon uses the opportunity to tease the Empress ‡—More impressed you are going to be with his size down there, and that is when he is not ready for it …

Esveth is quite tempted by the suggestion, however Bethzave, Marshack and even Norraine is confused about the meaning of the Tsarinas words.

But is more consistent on the Hûrngöth, because Marshack is "Average" in the size of his genitals by the bad measurements of his Species on this particular regard.