N'Ïrk's intense lustful gaze remains glued to Gagk'Xannia's hazel buttocks.
The damsel is taken back, her dating partner is way too interested in her body, not shying away from his desires.
She is the source of N'Ïrk dirty fantasies, and realizing this thruth, is exciting her. Still, is a double edge weapon, making her self-conscious, hindering the movement of her arms when she puts her hands over her rear, lowering her skirt and simultaneously reducing her running speed.
N'Ïrk overtakes Gagk'Xannia's leading position, arriving at the tables six seconds before the damsel, winning more than the race, as the lady looks spectacular in her timid state, keeping down the fabric of the skirt because of the sudden breeze.
{It is just me or the skirt is shorter than before?}
The young man is not wrong. Gagk'Xannia's skirt is a gift from a playful female friend, and the fabric contracts with the surge of Empiric Energy coursing through the garment.
This is a simple way to tell if someone is aroused, since the passive emission of Empiric Energy cannot be controlled in intense situations, a survival mechanism that is misused in civilized locations, like the arguably safe cities.
N'Ïrk takes off his jacket and offers it to Gagk'Xannia. She uses the garment as a belt, covering her buttocks and tying a knot on the sleeves of the jacket, the leather serving as enough weight to keep the shortened mini-skirt in place.
"I hope to have a rematch". Pouts shyly Gagk'Xannia, ashamed of losing a free match along her wish.
"Whenever you want another round with me, gorgeous. Just ask for it. I am always ready to dance".
"I will!". The bright smile of Gagk'Xannia is marvelous, heightened by her short shy glances, as her inability to maintain her eyes on N'Ïrk, is getting more recurrent. "Thanks for lending me your jacket. I will die of shock if someone else sees my panties".
"Oh!, So is okay if i am the one looking at your underwear?". Teases N'Ïrk with a low tone, stepping closer, standing on his tiptoes to take a good look on the damsel's cleavage, noticing Gagk'Xannia is not wearing a bra under her sport top, a noticeable fact when the lady's nipples start to protrude under the black fabric.
"I. I suppose that… , That i don't mind if you stare at me N'Ïrk. At least if you really find me a-attractive".
N'Ïrk has a debonair smirks. "I don't think, i am able to express with words how enticing and appealing i find you, Gagk'Xannia".
The damsel blinks, she is sensing a wide array of emotions, causing a turmoil on her head. Yet, there are two particular feelings that are overtaking her.
First, is the weird vibe of being a prey, N'Ïrk's predatorial eyes are gazing her body as if she were no more than a mere piece of meat, an easy meal to satiate his appetite.
This sensation makes the Second feeling more impactful.
Gagk'Xannia is perceiving herself as if she was little. Not in age, if not in size.
As strange as it sounds, N'Ïrk seems to be larger. For Gagk'Xannia, the young man has the same air of seasoned maturity her mother possess, but with the reliable and firm embrace her father portrays.
A feel she got with the kind gesture the young man did, offering his jacket. But below the action lies an statement. He doesn't want others to observe her, because N'Ïrk desires to have Gagk'Xannia completely to himself.
The dissonance between the Oppressive Prowler and the Rough Instructor is utterly intoxicating for the inexperienced maiden, who evidently has gained a massive crush on the young man.
"N-N'Ïrk, can you, b-buy me a drink?. I didn't realize my Auntie took all my belongings, including my purse".
"We are on a date Gagk'Xannia, you don't have to pay me back for anything. What do you want?". N'Ïrk grabs the damsel's hand, approaching to the kiosk, ordering two giant milkshakes of vanilla, and taking a sit on one of the nearby tables.
"Wow!. This taste so good!". He comments with a pleased smile.
"I am glad you like it, N'Ïrk. Vanilla is my favorite flavor".
"I can see why!. Is delicious!". The young man finishes the drink, surprising the lady. He is smaller, but his voracity is comparable to her's.
"Was really of your liking, N'Ïrk?, I don't think you enjoyed that much, you finished it very quickly". Comments Gagk'Xannia with a bit of sadness, causing N'Ïrk to explain himself.
"Oh!, Is an engrained habit. I lived in several outposts for the past year. A pattern prevail in those places, the good things tend to go fast, so you have to be even quicker or others will get the best stuff. Aside money, the soldiers and enforcers don't really care about the misdoings of criminals or the disputes between civilians. And to be honest, two days of having access to limitless supplies, can't replace this custom, but i am trying to change".
"I understand, so you are going to order another round!".
N'Ïrk nods with a wink and a playful grin towards his date, while he shakes the empty container to the kiosk's attendant, who catches the hint, and starts preparing another two milkshakes for the couple.
"What about you Gagk'Xannia?. Where were you living?".
"I went to an all girls school, then i decide to not continuing this pattern. My parents got mad at me for joining the Intercultural Academy instead of the place they had chosen for me".
"I suppose Madame Throllüsath intervene".
"Yep!. My Auntie step in and save me from my parent's wrath, i just don't wanted to go to a Royal Academy. They are super strong, so they can't understand that people are mean, regardless of their social status, they can fight their way out. I am not like them. I am only good to receive punches, throwing them back". *Sigh*. "I am awful at that".
"Well. I don't want to brag about the topic but, i can teach you how to deliver a good punch, and i am not talking just about a few hits with your fists".
Gagk'Xannia is surprised, her eyes getting as wide as her smile. "N'Ïrk. You know how to use Empiric Energy offensively?!. That is amazing!. Yes!. Please teach me, Professor!".
"Professor?. I don't have a, how was called?, degree in education?. So, why don't you refer to me by another designation?, My future apprentice".
She hesitates slightly. "M-Master, N-N'Ïrk?".
"I like how it sounds, Gagk'Xannia. But say it again without stuttering, and omitting the pause".
Gagk'Xannia blushes, gulping her saliva and steeling her resolution. "Master N'Ïrk". She giggles. "S-Sorry, N'Ïrk. It sounds kinda…".
"Naughty?". He interrupts, enhancing the damsel's embarrassment as she negates with her head. "Kinky"…