The next morning, after sending Reci away, Mùndò released his Alturix, curious to know about the “opportunity” she teased before she rested within him.
After they exchanged their morning greetings, he broached the subject once again.
Freeta nodded. “Yes, the opportunity,” she said, then grabbed her Trainer’s waist and impaled herself inside his sparkling clean third channel.
The mùkèlako couldn’t help but utter a low moan, before he said, “Free-free, you—”
But she shushed him as she led him on their bed whose bedsheets were changed minutes ago.
At this rate, they’ll be stained once again, especially since his Alt got back from a therapy session yesterday which not only made her stronger, but restored and even enhanced her semen supply!
With a smile on her face, she twisted her hips, slowly thrusting deep inside his heat. “From now on, each time I want to have a serious talk with you, I’ll bury my cock just like this, understood? Now, here’s what happened yesterday evening…” she said, as she subsequently recounted the mysterious Roland proposal while they hummed in joy because of her toil.
After he listened to her tale, he remained pensive, thinking about the opportunities.
Indeed, the rewards would increase with dangers, but he only had his lovely Freeta, while this woman would most likely have more Alts in her pocket, probably even four—or more if her Rank were much higher.
Should he accept her proposal-after arduous negotiations—, how strong would Freeta be by the time this Doubles Tournament starts?
Level 11 out of the eighteen her genes and her domestication by a mùkèlako like him would safely provide—he had no intention to go beyond level 18 at her initial grade despite the option of doing so—but one of the major issues begs if she’ll have enough experience to battle against or coordinate with other Alt to succeed?
Which was why he found it fortuitous that the next Singles Tournament would happen quite a few cycles later to give his love enough time and training to adapt to this novel lifestyle and learn the tricks behind it.
And the extra levels wouldn’t be wasted, either.
So, trying for this doubles competition, wouldn’t it be too tight for her?
He voiced such concerns to her, who waved it away. “Babe, I don’t have any issues with it what-so-ever. I’ve been training like crazy in order to maximize our chances of victory, and if I may say so, I’ve been making quick but steady progress so far, making sure that I master every program and module I’ve chosen before I move on to the next one.’
‘As a matter-of-fact, that’s one of the reasons she approached me, since you can’t cheat the training regimen results that can be perused for those making them public, and mine were, so…” she trailed, then lifted her sights on the window, aglow with shafts plummeting from the morning sun.
She sighed, closing her eyes as her thrusts ceased.
When her crimson sight sprang open again, they bore themselves within the depths of his gaze. “You know, I strove to keep an almost deadpan face as much as I could, but honestly, when she approached me like that to team up with her Alt, I-I felt like I reached the sun, you know? I mean, my entire life, even with my litter in the mountains, no one ever played, nor teamed up with me.’
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‘I was alone while the others played, laughed, or hunted together, and that continued even when they did more than ‘play’ with each other, so you get that when that Roland came, even if she might not be sincere or fair in a true partnership. But even for her own interests, she still genuinely lauded my skills and my dedication to it, and beyond you, that’s the first time someone praises me like this—beyond the cock insults and shit—, you understand?” she said, her eyes gleaming with yearning tucked deep within.
Mùndò slowly nodded, then pulled her deeper in his embrace. A relaxed but satisfied sigh leaked out of her mouth when he asked, “I got it, my love, and I’m elated that someone drove all the way in your direction to praise you so. But I would like to know—but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to—, what about your parents, or elders? Weren’t they part of your surroundings growing up?”
She jerked her head back, catching her Trainer’s amber eyes. Leaving a peck on his lips, she replied, “They were, to some extent—I mean I had no choice but to hunt with them, but you know, age doesn’t bring you closer to your seeder or birther -or their relatives—when the gap is pretty large, you know?’
‘However, I guess I gained some better hunting skills thanks to their experience, but it also meant that I was abandoned earlier than the rest, especially when your cock deems you unsuitable to properly reproduce, you know? So even if you have some terrifying skills, if you can’t pass it down the next litter group, then what use are you, other than maybe guarding the elders out of pity?”
The young black man gravely nodded his understanding.
But something caused a light frown above his eyes. “You said ‘abandoned earlier than the rest’, so that mean that others are driven out of the group, right?” he asked.
She readily acquiesced saying, “Yes, the weaker, the crippled or sometimes the most troublesome litter mates get quickly tossed away for obvious reasons, having to fend on their own like I did, though there’s always exceptions to the rule depending on who your birther and seeder are in the hierarchy, you know?”
Mùndò could only wryly smile as he rolled his eyes.
Indeed, even those inequalities will persist everywhere, but now that he was informed, his sole concern would be the amount of money gathered, which also was to his advantage since he would’ve gotten a shit ton of dough by the time the Singles began.
After all, he had to plan their future, especially when he knows that he’ll have to financially support a couple more special Alts like her.
Should he participate in the Doubles, how much would he get, considering that he’ll have to split the prize money—and maybe more—against his earnings as a Prime Pleasurer?
He had to check, and told Freeta to hold on while he did so.
Minutes later, he was very surprised, almost flabbergasted.
If the prize money is shared fifty-fifty, he’ll earn up to forty percent more than if he waited till the Singles started, and that is including the singles prize money in it!
That’s insane!
Clearly, it would be lucrative on his end, so that’ll jettison the money concern away, but although he had an idea about her answer, he had to ask, “So my lovely Freeta, what do you want to do? We’ll go with your decision, since you’re the one fighting, after all…”
She beamed at his proposal. “Let’s team up with up and participate in the Doubles! If it doesn’t work out, then we can find someone else!” she nearly shrieked in eagerness, causing Mùndò to shudder a little.
After all, her big thing was still deep inside him…
But suddenly, the gleam in her crimson windshield dimmed before she said, “But I don’t know if it’s financially viable, cause if it’s not, we’ll—”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s worth the trouble, but since you want it, you know how much work you’ll have to cram in with her other Alt to make it work, right?” he said with a teasing grin.
Her eyes glowered with determination as she swore that she’ll make it work.
Hearing that, the mùkèlako had only this to ask, “Now that we agree on this plan, how about you go train right now? After all, time is ticking by, and you’ll be stronger when we’ll meet her tonight…” he said with a mischievous smile.
Freeta sneered.
Trying to send her away with that lousy excuse?
No way!
She cackled, resuming her thrusts who became fiercer by the second. “My balls are heavy, and I need to empty them so I could train with a mind at ease. How about you help me do this, huh? It’s going to be very quick, just about seven hours, give or take!” she said under the din of flesh slapping among themselves.
Mùndò groaned as his back arched. “N-no! it’s too l-looong-Ooorhrg!” he happily stammered, but his words were unheeded as she ramped up her pace…