"Us?". Whispers my Fiancée, doubt and disbelief crumbling with the hopeful smile on her face. "You win Vuir. I'll do my vest in the time we have. «For Us». Teach me how to do this Ritual".
I explain in detail how the glyphs function, emphasizing to the limit how relevant is to be truthful with the Stats possessed, alongside stating their personal goals reflected in the way they believe their Stats might be developed. "Have in mind that accepting and naming the creature that appears is mandatory".
"Why?". Questions Ines.
"Because it's a perfect match for what you asked for. If you don't like it, you lied, and depending on their mood, the creature might attack you".
Ines is thoughtful, following the guidelines i taught her. Unlike me, she employs only her Emts for the glyphs, illuminating the stone platform with a radiant hue of golden yellow energy.
A black dot appears in the middle of the Second Pentagon, sucking in air, expanding steadily, deformed to show the silhouette of a muscular towering furry anthropoid with the head of a canine.
"Bruttilda". Resolutely proclaims Ines, entering in the rhombus, an action matched by the creature, dissipating the black darkness coating her, revealing an equally black fur, but with brown spots and golden lines, closer to a rottweiler but somehow resembling a doberman.
{The Embryons are always tall women?. Or did i make a mistake somewhere in the Ritual?}.
Bruttilda is illuminated with a golden yellow aura, compressed and absorbed between Ines's chest.
"It's payback time «Bitch». Too bad you can't «Bark» at me". Ines cannot retort back, immobilized as it happened to me.
Behind her, my hands wander around her waist, embracing her, bumping my groin against her buttocks.
{This feels awful, a mannequin would be more pleasant to grope}.
Lifting the petrified lady. I take her out of the stone platform, laying her down on the ground to supervise my Fiancée's Ritual.
"Vuir. How should i choose the name?".
"Don't pressure with the «What». It doesn't really matter. As long as you feel it's the right one, don't doubt, and say it. Truthfulness is invaluable". I whisper. "Part your lips open before your Embryon is compressed".
Seinnissia nods, entering in the First Pentagon, closing her eyes, starting the Ritual with a bright peach light.
The dot sucking air does not take long to appear, growing in size, deformed into the silhouette of a woman wearing armor.
"Lettushia".
Confidently says my Fiancée, portraying once again the demeanor she showed to me during our first meeting this morning.
The shadow enters the rhombus, revealing a woman with cream whitish skin and green lettuce hair. Actual lettuce, which is identical to her corset, but dissonant with the armor, as it's made of bread, protecting her arms, legs and shoulders.
{She is very sexy. Though it looks a bit too Bossy to}.
Lettushia is coated with peach light, and absorbed by Seinnissia. My Fiancée is freezed in place. I reach her, seeing she has obeyed my order.
Her mouth is ajar with sufficient space between her plump lips, for me to introduce the tip of my tongue, pouring natural lube mixed with saliva.
We stay standing for several minutes, until she bites me, her eyelids blinking, not letting my tongue go, sucking it instead.
Her annoyance leans to acceptance, then transforms into brewing passion, her hands resting on my pecs, brushing clumsily her dainty fingers against my firm muscles, a tendency imitated by her tongue, trying to take the lead in our first real kiss, because the previous contact between our mouths, were mere pecks.
"I Love You Vurckair". She blurts, but the conviction in her piercing gaze is more than convincing.
"I Love You Seinnissia".
"Are you sure?". She instantly hesitates.
"Yes Nissi. But talk to me. Why do you doubt whenever i attempt to reassure you?".
"I always have the leftovers. Outside of being a Pure Heiress. I don't have anything valuable". She ruffles her dark wine hair. "This is all my worth…".
{So that is the reason behind why Seinnissia is so invested in being «My First Wife», so for once, she is the «Winner»}.
"Nissi. Should i shave your head?. I would be with you even if you were bald".
"Shut up Vurckair!. I was being serious, opening up with you…".
"I am serious too. You are not a trophy, or an object. But i will treasure you. This is the only thing i can promise to you… , And instead of opening. I would love to split you…".
"VURCKAIR!. YOU…". Seinnissia sighs, half defeated, half hopeful. "Not today. Is late".
"Yes Mommy…". I tease. "Let me take you to your room… , and yes, «Just take you to your room», and her too".
I tilt my head towards Ines, who is still resting on the earthy soil. Seinnissia agrees with a nod, whispering at my ear. "You're going to do something to her?".
"Yes. Not today though. But after seeing a Bitch of her caliber. I was tempted. Besides, she has a good «Pedigree»".
"She does Vuir, and fortunately for you, she is not a «Pure Heiress», otherwise, it would be tough to get her. The Iscandaris House has a ratio of 95% of Pure Heiresses and Pure Scions in their Lineage…".
Seinnissia crouches next to Ines. "Be a Good Girl for my Future Husband. He has saved you for becoming the greatest shame of your Glorious Prideful House. Let's talk tomorrow in our way towards our first lesson".
Ines can't move, concealing perfectly her reply. Don't minding when i carry her to the Lyceum's Dormitories. Letting her rest, to eventually sleep in her bed.
Forthwith. I accompany Seinnissia to her personal chamber, receiving a good night kiss, before she sends me back with a push-wave of peach Emts, showing she is more prone to intimacy than me.
{Could it be that our Profession also alters us?. Like the Stats do… , Or it only conditions us naturally?. Perhaps does not affect our behavior at all?}.
Curious about the possible implications. I distract myself, almost walking pass my destination.
The Guesthouse's door is open by Girlande, grinning with mischievous interest, like if i had score a conquest after visiting a tavern.
I scoff, shaking my head in negation, climbing the staircase to my room. But i'm surprised after crossing the door, being greeted by the beautiful sight of the Landlady, Larissa, lying leisurely on the bed, wearing a bathrobe made of lustrous silk.
"First strike of Three, Young Gentleman. You must be here before midnight. Is for safety measures".
"Understood, Landlady. What happens at Three Strikes?".
"You have to be my pack mule when i go on a trip to another City".
{That doesn't sound too bad}.
"Good night Young Gentleman". Larissa pass me, touching my shoulder. "If you feel cold or lonely. My door is always open"…