Innate Knowledge

Slap, slap, slap, slap!!

Heian Ciemnosc entered the little hangar. His mouth went ajar as he watched Grietta fornicating like an animal. He just couldn't believe this pair of lusty fuckers fucking in a fucking little hangar. As soon as he entered, they looked at him. Elyor looked at him while making Grietta's tatas shake intensely and playfully, somewhat comically. And her buttcheeks rippling nonstop as Elyor's fit and muscular but slender body plowed her into a submissive lusty face.

“Hey, boy,” Eylor began, his words already pricking at Heian Ciemnosc’s ears and into his brain. How dare he?! He is just too young in their eyes. Back in his village, it was okay to be married at 10-years old and— both at the same age —have tiny babies at 13! They are the ones without a clue what life is truly about - hm hm!

“I thought that since you’ve done well lately for someone like you from a backwater Kingdom…” Elyor continued to say, his fingers softly picking Grietta’s hair which was now loose, making her look exotic. Their skin slapped and her eyelids down as she joyously looked to be falling into more profound lust. “So I thought to let you have a… ugh, a help in the … lovemaking section… of your future life.”

“It doesn’t matter what you experienced before, I and anyone can tell you’ve barely had any sexual life, so… ugh, what I’m about to teach you, and just watch, is what a cultivator must know to… prevail in the world when you least expect it.” Elyor began giving his speech, but Heian Ciemnosc’s eyes focused on Grietta’s wobbly, mildly large, perky round breasts changing their shape as gravity pulled them like hands groping her, and her eyes enjoyed that.

“...” Feeling his gaze, Grietta opened her lusty, glazed eyes before turning her head around as if not daring to look. See no evil. There’s no evil!

“He… he means to show you how err…” Grietta returned her face after deciding something as if determined. Trying to speak, she felt her hair pulled, and her breasts were fully present to Heian Ciemnosc as he was on their left, watching their crazy ups and downs with interest. Grietta spoke amid her moans and doggy-like gasps, “He has my… heart and… you could only get my… body… I know, men, am I rite? But… it also grants him a thrill to do something like this… after boss put him in his place a few days ago…”

“Still, we-... ahh❤️!” Elyor started going harder at it to demonstrate the truth of her words. Heian Ciemnosc had to praise them, especially Grietta, for taking Elyor in so willingly. But he couldn’t compare to his impossible manliness. He was Heian Ciemnosc, after all.

Gritta looked at Heian Ciemnosc, her eyes mesmerizing him as he felt something good about to happen! Only for Grietta’s coy words to leave him blinking nonstop. “We don’t dare play with you because that would make boss mad. We can only do so much without her intervening, so learn well… Heian Ciemnosc… your future will thank you fo- r… tha- aaa- aaaa!!”

Heian Ciemnosc: “...”

From all strange situations, Heian Ciemnosc had never been in such a specific one as now. It didn’t take long for the door to slide to a close. And despite Heian Ciemnosc being none the wiser, the 2 horny dogs going at it could feel their boss shaking her head as she rolled her eyes, about to go through a portal.

After the door closed, the moans were finally no longer contained. Grietta began whorishly letting her love out, entrancing Heian Ciemnosc, as her ‘expertise’ was something he never saw before. Not even when that Gallah fella, rest in peace, was raped by the terrible trio.

Then the learning began. Heian Ciemnosc got close and observed Grietta’s face and her expressions and reactions after Elyor spoke and did something to her, her body, and her mind with his body, hands, and words. It was like an art. It wasn’t ‘lascivious’ and nothing more. It had a sense of belonging, and Heian Ciemnosc felt like Elyor was a good bro. And as Grietta grabbed his clothes and wrists at times, he could tell her exhilaration even as she held her strength so as to not break Heian Ciemnosc’s body apart.

Her warmth was different than anything he had experienced before, and she enjoyed feeling his cold, fresh body with her hands as if that alone could fill her with that sensation throughout her body. Elyor didn’t seem to feel the same despite being ‘connected’ to Grietta. Though he indeed frowned when it began as if discovering something happening. Heian Ciemnosc could only believe it was because he didn’t want to share his strange coldness with a dude.

Thus, for an entire night, Heian Ciemnosc also learned about these things that ‘matter so much in the future’ without rest until the subsequent morning, when he began feeling weak again and went to eat breakfast. He also showered, not wanting Hong Mei to feel his ‘stay’ at the little hangar, which ended up with a profuse odor of fornication.

. . .

While reviewing what he learned over the last few days and night. Heian Ciemnosc walks towards a particularly unique and different section in the Carrier.

Uncle Forso had been visiting him in his morning since the first mission happened, every morning and at breakfast, where he recuperated his strength and his mentality was the most active, even more so with the stories, history battles, and thoughts that the Disciplinary Elder presented Heian Ciemnosc. He saw Alyona less, but she was as tender and caring for him as always. And also snuck into his bedroom every time. Sometimes, he really felt like she behaved like a young woman, finding her ‘fated person’ and doing all sorts of crazy kinds of things for his sake and their enjoyment. It felt good, ah.

Repairing those spaceships was challenging. Like the walls, plates, utensils, and cups, the spaceships' armor and infrastructure were all impossible for Heian Ciemnosc to go through. He had to do the fixing like a citizen would. Thus, Heian Ciemnosc’s mind opened broadly more.

Step, step.

‘Here we are.’ Heian Ciemnosc stopped his brainstorming upon arriving at the place, or more precisely, at the gates before entering it. Unlike the doors of most modules and rooms, this part of the Carrier was both a module and section of the ship altogether. This part was more immense than the command center and quarters, respectively.

Tu- tomp, tuk. Rumble~~~.

After flashing his phone to the gates, they began moving inwards, opening to Heian Ciemnosc as he immediately got the whisp of a flora, evermore present natural scent of life. Despite the in-between of the door barely opening by a few millimeters, Heian Ciemnosc felt his brain flooded with such sensations. The more it opened, the more he felt this place was not the Carrier. It was instead like a different world, let alone ‘just a different place’ in any spaceship.

“Come in quick; they like enclosure more than an open world.” A melancholic, bell-like, and sweet voice sounded from the other side of the gates while they were barely opening for Heian Ciemnosc to go in. Once they were opened enough for him to cross through sideways, he skipped in and entered the place he had been, somehow, longing to go in since yesterday, not just because of the sweet, tall Earth Elf.

Tu- thud!

Behind him, the door suddenly moved with precision and rapidly, shutting down behind him and sending air amok on his back, pushing him several steps forth without the need for any energy. Heian Ciemnosc stopped after a few more tens steps, finally could up from the floor, and glanced at his surroundings.

There was some kind of mist, natural and floral, and it gave him sensations of life he could never understand. He took a moment to look around. To his left and right were flowers with tall stems almost 2 meters high, and dark green grass covered everywhere except for a path in the middle, leading to a place he could not see even now because of the mist. It was all peaceful, calm, and tenebrous.

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Then, things started happening. Heian Ciemnosc’s shoulders felt hands, limbs, and grips all over his body. He was being seen, touched, roughened up, and tested. Though Heian Ciemnosc could not see the front for more than 40 meters, to his sides, he could see everything. To his right and left were trees, with the tallest among them almost stuck to the corners of the wall with the gates. The rest were half a thousand meters tall and more or less 100 meters thick.

Those tree trunks were an obscure violet, while their leaves were a very dull dark green and were really nice-looking. If Heian Ciemnosc was a flora-only devourer, he would’ve tried them out of fanaticism, despite his willpower and common sense. They were that striking and impactful.

Many vines intertwined those trees and the flowers hidden behind and under the tall grass, some even taller than trees he had seen in the Sinvonnia Kingdom. The flowers hidden by such carried a scent he couldn’t let go of. It was so curious but alive, as if they could see him, talk to him telepathically, and show him the world. But just didn’t want to, for whatever reason, being tested or not wanting to.

Heian Ciemnosc walked forth, feeling those roots, stalks, and petals brush him despite him walking on the central - and only - road. The path in question was more than 100 meters wide. He still couldn’t tell its length nor where it led, but he could tell it led to whatever was in the middle and might have an interconnection to the 4 sides of this square-shaped place.

The garden to both his sides, or at the sides of the path, was several thousand meters wide. Heian Ciemnosc saw too many of those gigantic trees all around the grass. While the walls only had those 2 even taller trees ‘holding’ the ceiling, with some of its branches connecting to the ceiling in front of the gates, the obscure violet tragically decorating this place.

The walls and ceiling had a smooth white porcelain color, with dot ‘stains’ everywhere, giving the place a feeling of this zone where any kid, of any Race and upbringing, could relax and be coaxed. Or an adult could come in and ponder, perhaps spend time taking care of some parts of the garden.

The path was a marble, dull white with the false illusion of square divisions, but that was, in truth, what Heian Ciemnosc and anyone else entering this place for the first time would envision, as underneath that path and everywhere else in this place, at the very least, the roots of even the shortest blades of grass were intricately rooted in this place.

“Where one lies their eyes first, is it their interest or their alertness that guides them?”

Heian Ciemnosc kept walking forth when he heard a voice, exactly when he saw a silhouette. And without his notice, the mist began to fade away, and he saw the back of this person’s outlined figure with the rest of the body shadowed. The person had her arms crossed delicately in front of her. The fingers of one of her hands were on top of her left shoulder, and the right-handed fingers were on the left lower side of her body.

“...” Heian Ciemnosc didn’t have an answer, and he would’ve responded to the sweet voice if he could. But he posed lazily with his left shoulder up and to the front, his head tilted downwards at his center. Waiting for her answer, Heian Ciemnosc could finally see Hong Mei’s body, her bare back from her neck to her heels, whereas a little leaf crown rested on her head.

Her bottom seemed supple, but it was the work of art only a humanoid body could have. Her right leg folded slightly upwards, while her left foot stood behind her right heel, slightly tiptoeing, her left cheek showing a suppleness that was but aesthetical. She still had a sweet, flat bottom. Just as Heian Ciemnosc looked down at her heels. Her head slowly turned leftwards to look at him, her large brown-green eyes dully glowed within the dissipating mist while her creamy skin began to take color, and Heian Ciemnosc felt… awe from seeing her.

Still with her face and eyes dulled by the mist, but also darker simply ‘because she wanted’ to. She spoke, her little face moving as her body’s pose relaxed. “What was an enemy became an ally in the most intuitive moments of life. What is affiliation will turn into foe at the worst phases of life.”

“You were betrayed many times,” Hong Mei spoke slightly cutly but smoothly, one word after another as she turned around with nature dressed her with something without revealing her beauty. Walking towards him, she paused with her words before continuing them. Heian Ciemnosc’s eyes, unbeknownst to him, dressed her how he wanted it to be. “But you kept going, Heian Ciemnosc. That’s a mindset rarer than you imagine, as you could recuperate; yes. Form another force; yes. But could not escape the same fate. Did you?”

“... mn.” Heian Ciemnosc nodded and assented a little after hearing her words. Hong Mei kept walking, her head tilted to the right as she advanced with large stripes. Each tap of her feet on the path revealed the enormous silhouette of a thin yet seemingly endless tree towering just a few dozen meters behind her.

“But you were ready.” Hong Mei declared, her voice with a lower tone than before, on purpose, as she lifted her chin slightly. “Even though you wanted it to not be like that, didn’t want to believe, and hoped it was a misunderstanding. When it happened, you acted, didn’t you?”

Heian Ciemnosc heard her, and he was sober. But his eyes were locked on her tarnishing, staining, and pitch black dress covering her waist as if it was a boundless cloud of harmless darkness. Its top was smoother and thinner but still had a powerful contrast. While its bottom was plated with tendrils projecting from the lower end of each layer.

“Mhm,” Heian Ciemnosc hummed and looked up without shame. At this very moment, Hong Mei took her last step to stand before him. With his response, she smiled lightly with the left corner of her mouth and tilted her head in the same direction.

“Why is it so? And, Heian Ciemnosc, you planned nothing. Only a way out. Why not entrap them instead, have them all die to your hands, superior knowledge, and capabilities? You were able enough to do that, not just gain information from them.” Hong Mei slowly returned her face to look straight at Heian Ciemnosc’s face, still tilted downwards. With her chin also tilted like so, she continued, her sweet voice matching her large brown-green eyes with their forehead 1 inch apart.

“Is it a connection with someone in that group of dogs? Is it that you took pity on their erroneous thoughts? Or were you unwilling to destroy what you would have formed part of?” Hong Mei questioned on and on, then turned her head to the right and looked behind Heian Ciemnosc playfully as she said with a sweet tone still in her throat. “No. You were lucky. And way before that, little baby.”

“...” Though he became amazed and stunned, Heian Ciemnosc was calm and showed calmness as he looked at her sclera, then at her pupils and irises as she only turned her eyeballs to look back at him. She was simply attractive at this very moment and huggable.

As Heian Ciemnosc felt chills and shivers over his skin and body in general, inside out. Hong Mei lifted her hands and placed them on his shoulders, close to his trapezius muscle. Her forehead lifted his head, without the intention to be amorous or kissing him, much less enticing. Looking at each other, her head a little low and his straightforward, she asked him softly.

“Can you show me?” She began grabbing his upper arms, commencing with the left arm as she lifted it and began to push the blood and flesh down to the tip of his fingers like she was trying to expel the blood from his nails. Heian Ciemnosc looked at her expression. Her profile face was… so attractive, he couldn’t tell why. It was nature, serene and pure; nothing about her couldn’t not attract Heian Ciemnosc’s innocent eyes.

Without looking at her, he showed her his Claws Out. Immediately a ‘click-pshift’ was heard, and his fingers gained a half a finger-long claw; no longer a ‘claw-like nail’ but an actual claw, the incarnation of ‘monstrosity’ all over its appearance.

“!” Heian Ciemnosc was shocked, of course. He hadn’t checked his body thoroughly after waking up. And Alyona was too busy caring for him and her Crimsonbreaking Faction to ask him how big and black his thingies were, ah. So when he took his Claws Out, he immediately sensed the difference, their size and their bent curve, which was minimal but there and more transparent than water at an up-close angle, left him… pleasantly amazed!

“Ooh- uh! You didn’t know?” Hong Mei was no longer in her mysterious Mei Mei mode, and as she asked Heian Ciemnosc, she was just as shocked as he was. She commented while inspecting his hand, palm, and wrist before looking at his chest. Then looked back at his left-handed Claws Out. “Your blood is dark, but it is only visible as such after bleeding you out. Hmm, I take it you can also change it back to red in disguise?”

Heian Ciemnosc nodded, and just as he felt ticklish like her gaze was that powerful despite being just that:; a gaze. He felt tremendous pain!!

“...!” Looking to his left, his middle finger’s Claws Out was broken in two by Hong Mei’s teeth. Her mouth immediately separated after biting down and in half such a thing, leaving the Claws Out floating in the air at an irregular angle, intermittently changing.

“Sorry, Heian Ciemnosc.” Hong Mei looked at his calm face, his darkest eyes set on her, his glabella and upper section of his nose wrinkled beastly. She continued, her eyes apologizing, her voice sweet. But her ruthlessness noticeable. “But going through this has been long overdue. You’re no longer in an old civilization. So old that not even citizens on ordinary planets would live there even if they became immortals. Bear with it.”

Crack, crack, crack, crack…

Heian Ciemnosc heard the sounds of his Claws Out breaking, one by one, without much of a pause. Something he saw as impossible before was now happening! And with such pace, breaking apart his mental health!

But while he was going through the torture, Heian Ciemnosc did all in his body to keep still and not react. His mind filled with thoughts of seeing her neck ripped apart by his right claw-hand, washed away by her fair skin and diligent head and neck, moving and cooperating to break his claws, still somehow looking sweet with her eyes closed and her nose intuitively moving at times.

After the left hand was done with, Heian Ciemnosc’s right arm was lifted, and Hong Mei did the same to it despite his Claws already Out. Then came the breaking noises, cracking into two as she did so without worrying about being hurt by him. That wasn’t all, though. There still his feet…

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