The frustration and discontent caused by the previous Enclosed Amalgam, inspired us to delve in a new location, reducing the number of members from the initial 20, to a team of 6.
Less companions in the group increased the speed of our tempo, which was already fast, reflecting the aggressive ferocity in our ruthless offensive across the «Layered Enclosed Amalgam» that Ines designate as our venting prey's field. Unleashing our wrath among the mutated vegetables, tubers, and legumes that reside in the devastated building of what was once a barn.
"Six cockatrices incoming!". Reports Ines, commanding her doberman to distract the beasts turning from the left hallway's corner.
The voluminous hens are fatter than obese ostriches, flapping their wings to lengthen their hurried strides, ignoring the doberman upon spotting the red robe worn by the Busty Young Vagrant, «Anahí».
The frenzied cackling of the animals intensifies, even with the combined attack between Kiara Blaster, a slim, brunette tomboy, and the «Summon» Ines learned to evoke from the scroll.
The golden black wisp shoots bolts of plasma with exemplary precision, and the fire rate of a semiautomatic pistol. Putting down four cockatrices within seconds. Meanwhile, Kiara shots lemon-green ethereal spikes from the patterns tattooed on her hands and forearms.
I approach the corpses, stamping their heads to ensure they are truly dead. Proceeding to pour my lube on the Cockatrice's plumages, neutralizing the poison in their feathers.
Slow footsteps can be heard behind us, but i don't turn around, knowing it's Dollzerka's Minion, coming after leaving a potato creature.
Presumably a Cekx'Appealer, although more than resembling appeal or attractiveness. It looks like a vanid mannequin covered in a black latex suit. Technically a full-fledged sex doll, except she doesn't have any holes to put anything in.
"Take these bodies outside".
My order is followed by the Cekx'Appealer, lifting the corpses of two Cockatrices, and heading towards the exit.
The Minions are truly useful, easy to employ, and deploy, since it is not the Individual who performs the action of Evoking them, but the Embryon, even though the Minions have a part of the Individual's and Embryon's Stats.
Differently. Summons are random, unless the contacted creature wants to form a pact with the individual, offering some of their Stats, in exchange for the potential of growth by Leveling Up, along sharing the Gifts and Subclasses the Individual possess.
"Anahí. My Adorable Escort. For tomorrow's expedition use other clothes. Red suits you, but as you saw with plenty of beasts, this specific shade draws to much agro towards you".
Instead of replying to me. She lowers her head, ashamed.
"Lost Soul… , Vurckair". Amanda intercedes, her habits coming back momentarily, before she provides an explanation. "The Vagrants only receive one set of clothes. They are compelled to develop the fabric through the Imbuement of their Stats. Vitality is an excellent cornerstone in this process, hence, the Red of their Robes".
{The White or Gold is for Radiance and Spirituality. No wonder they have so little in their outfit. But now she has access to the Stats due to the Panel of her Profile}.
"I see. There will be any problem if i decide to clad her in another attire".
"No, Vurckair. She is your Escort, and Belongs to you. No one can order her around. Or take anything away from her".
Aware of the meaning, and the interesting applications, i'm already thinking on what i could make her wear, and model for me.
Meanwhile. I proceed to hold three cockatrices, and Kiara lifts the last one, with Amanda clearing up a path for us, beheading some quadrupeds with onion's heads.
Back in the Stronghold, we bring the food to the kitchen's store. Where Troopers, Peasants and some Slaves work hard to process all the edible ingredients, along the valuable materials.
The plumage, claws, and beaks of the cockatrices are so sought, that some where called out, and scolded by the Head Chef to not steal the feathers.
Treating these objects to remove the poison, is a delicate process that can alter or damage the relucent beauty this items have. Which doesn't apply to me, because the lube not only remove the toxins. Cleans the surface, making them more relucent.
{I used to think this natural panacea was available for everyone. Until i joined the army for my military service, learning it was a rare condition they had never seen before}.
"The banquet will be ready in a few hours, coinciding with the arrival planned by Madame Subborn". Comunicates de Head Chef, taking out the Cockatrice's intestines, filling them with the animals blood to prepare blood pudding.
{I haven't eat this in more than a decade… , My mother used to take me the weekends to play with other children in the park. Then we visited the taco stand on the adjacent street, sometimes they had pressed pork rinds, chistorra sausage, or longaniza sausage, though i always preferred the green longaniza…}.
With nothing else to do. I head to my room, escorted by Anahí. The Busty Young Vagrant has a beautiful long mane of dark terracotta hair, fair skin and blue eyes with white pupils.
She is overally cute, but her nuking silhouette is stunningly seductive, which is highlighted furthermore with her gentle kindness, and graceful, delicate gestures.
I lick my lips, forgetting about my initial whim of taking a nap. Because having a taste of Anahí, has become my greatest priority.
"My Adorable Escort. There is anything i should be aware about you?". I ask, crossing the room's entrance, trailed by Anahí, who turns around to close the door, sensing me behind her, followed by my palms resting on her shoulders to massage them.
"I'm very devoted. May I have your guidance, and approval on what i should wear?. If you don't mind to observe my Fatness…".
I stop the massage abruptly, shifting my touch from Anahí's shoulders to her arms, reaching the level of her elbows, roaming my hands to the base of her breasts, cupping and lifting them firmly, while i press my frame against her body, restraining her against the wooden door.
"If you are truly «Devout». Forget what others tell, or say regarding you. Only my words should had an affect. If you understand, look up, Anahí".
She obeys, observing my leaning face, our lips meeting into a peck that i quickly turn into a full fledge kiss…