"«Where are you?»". I repeat, not knowing how to reply. "Describe me what you are observing, «Vallicca»".
Calling her name, makes Dark Wine light emanates from the blue rhombus in my chest. The shape of my vanished partner forming besides the bed, revealing minor physical changes in her aspect.
Vallicca remains with her cow like features, but she has gained a new pair of ears that are barely noticeable. Her horns are a bit longer and thicker with a distinct ring at the base.
The overall layout of her face's factions are sharper, while her plump lips turned pitch black, which is the same colour of a new sexy mole under her left eye.
"What happened, Vurckair?!. How am i back from that dark room?!. Who is the enormous woman with the sharp tail?!".
"I will answer backwards. The sexy juggernaut you saw. It's Dollzerka, My First Embryon. I don't know anything about this «Dark Room» you commented about. And, regarding what happened. I've absolute certainty. I made you My Second Embryon".
She doesn't get my words. "What does that mean, Vurckair?".
"Well. When i leave Nustown. You will go with me".
"Outside!". She screams panicked, clearly having an aversion from what lies beyond the dome, even if she has a fascination for observing the sky.
"Not exactly. It would be other world. Distinct and similar…".
"So… , Once we go. I will never be able to return here, to Nustown?".
"Correct Vallicca. Unless i can come back, but, that is an unlikely event to occur…".
She has her stupefied face contorts into an excited and overjoyed smile, jumping slightly, but her heightened strength makes her ascend fast, crashing, and embedding her horns against the ceiling, hanging there for a few seconds before falling down.
"I think it would be better if you stay in that «Dark Room» until you get used to your new abilities, Vallicca".
Dark Wine Emts envelope My Second Embryon, storing her in my chest.
"What abilities are you talking about, Vurckair?".
"A lot of them to list them for you. As my Embryon, you should have access to everything that Dollzerka is able to do, the same concept applies with my capabilities".
"Huh. Vurckair?. This Dark Room is cold. Can you give me something to wear".
"I don't think i can. But. If you want clothes, think on «Not being naked». You should get a bodysuit similar to mine, or a black latex outfit like Dollzerka's, actual attires are not going to be part of your wardrobe, they would drop like your previous clothes did". I remark by lifting and dropping Vallicca's skirt, stepping out of the room, heading to the Comunal Hall.
{I truly need more knowledge, and it looks like i have no other alternative aside informing Verulkya and Seinnissia of this path i will take. Though my Fiancée is not going to be happy with whom is giving me this opportunity, because Vosha is a Nydrikoff…}.
The artificial morning in Nustown is calm. No one of the residents is rushing for work, or worried about a date. There's even apathy in their movement, truly having no interests to thrive for. Breakfast almost looking like a boring chore to them.
I pass the dinning area, entering on the back room. "Good morning, Naia. Is my petition ready?".
"Indeed, Vurckair. Did you rest well?".
The Artificial Assistant inquires, while the Sexy Ginoroid gives me the irregular trapezoid prism of Novastanio, a yellowish brownish metal that is quite heavy.
{This weights like 7 tons, and the item is barely larger than my palm}.
"No. I didn't sleep". I comment shortly, my focus absorbed with my pending task, deforming and compressing the Novastanio into a small blob. Just like i did with the ore of Mithril for Seinnissia.
Vibrations, heat and Dark-Wine Emts start to alter the material, shrinking it's size, until is not bigger than a tiny drop that could be confused with burr. I put this hyper dense metal on my chest, the burgundy bodysuit devours it in seconds, but nothing happens.
{Where is my armor?. Don't tell me i have to build every piece of it if i want a cool looking chainmail… , But if that's the case. What Seinnissia did in Trok'Gayian, must be pretty damn hard to pull of…}.
"Thanks for helping me, Naia".
"You don't have to thank me, it's my job. I'll always be here whenever you need me, Vurckair".
"Too bad i will not". I confess earnestly, ruffling the Sexy Ginoroid's hair, while tapping lightly the Synthesizer's top. I'm not fan of departure, or sentimentalism. But i will always appreciate the genuine assistance i receive from others.
I leave the room, returning to the dining room of the Communal Hall. The residents are beginning to fill the tables with breakfasts and drinks from the treadmill.
I'm not the exception. Ines neither, who is quite selective with her diet. "I didn't expect you to be an early riser, Lustful Beast".
"I'd like to say the same to you, but your barking wouldn't be a good alarm, Bitch".
"Certainly not". She admits unfazed, picking and savoring a grape. "Perhaps i could howl in your ear…".
"A whisper could suffice. Though i doubt you'll have anything entertaining to say…".
"I'm not that boring!". She complains, her stern seriousness bothering her, clearly not wanting to be seen as an uptight conceited Lady from a Powerful House.
"I didn't say that, Ines. And you can always prove it with facts and actions".
Ines squints her eyes, murmuring softly, almost sensually at my ear. "«It's So Big»".
{She is really trying. Totally not pressured by her Family. Inaaya and Itzel observing us with too much intent…}.
My right index trails Ines's neck, drawing an imaginary horizontal line. "You know it is". I comment with silent mimicry, punctuating the meaning with fleeting pressure from my finger. So Ines can recall how deep my dick went into her throat.
"I was that loud with my partner?". Obviously, i deviate from the real topic, aware of being careful around the Iscandaris.
{Ines has proven to be honest and direct. But that doesn't mean her family is like her}.
"Of course not, Lustful Beast. I barely heard your gross, guttural, and grotesque grunts"…
{How does she know?. Oh!, Haha. Ines must have used her Summons… , Kinky Voyeur…}.