Encounter In The Party

In the night, Heian Ciemnosc's bedroom.

Creak. Heian Ciemnosc was simply resting his back on his bed. It wasn't anything lavish, with just a couple of thin sheets and 3 pillows, 2 big and fat ones, and another cylindrical pillow to hug at night or for one's neck. There wasn't even a meditation room. This hotel was first planned for civilians and citizens working in the large Lampard City. But in the end, it became a novelty for cultivators since Archeons ago and has persisted through time. Chiefly because it never expanded outside Lampard City.

Heian Ciemnosc was bare naked, as usual. Though he was also reading the parchment in his left hand. He hadn’t dared try dropping his blood essence onto it and was looking at its blurred letters and indistinct image. When the door opened, his sleeping monster rested its head on his thigh. It couldn’t feel cold as it had the same temperature as any other part of his body, but it was a good resting position that made it look attractive. And that was Elena’s second line of sight after the parchment in his hand.

“Gulp. You- have you still not tried it?” Elena said, in her pajamas, as she walked to the end of his bed and crawled on top of it. Ignoring his body, she only halted for a couple seconds when crawling beside his body’s half, where a smell attracted her eyes. But Elen kept a firm will and didn’t even turn her head. Continuing to crawl to the pillow to his left, she lay her body right next to him with her chin atop his right shoulder’s front.

Heian Ciemnosc turned his head left and looked at Elena’s face, now positioned sideways, looking back at him with a wisp of softness. Her brown eyes contained that stubbornness still, but with that soft twinge, he felt captivated, that simply. She knew the effect her being had on him after seeing this reaction of dazzling around, and with a little smirk, she lowered herself and placed her right ear on the end of his left shoulder.

“Tell me,” she softly said. Heian Ciemnosc took a deep breath as she upturned her head even more and looked at him like a wife would devotedly look at her husband after being treated like his woman. Content, satisfied and with worship while the husband in question was so dumbfounded he could make for a statue. Compelled after hearing her speak again, Heian Ciemnosc nudged his head around and fearlessly faced her amorous eyes, clear and delighted brown eyes.

“I haven’t,” Heian Ciemnosc could finally speak, at the very least. “I was thinking what to do with this if I am not ‘chosen’ by this thing. I would have to find those with peculiar or different natures, talents, and aptitudes. But I don’t know how long will that take me. I can’t just ask my Master to do everything for me. I can’t allow her karma to end up killing her someday because of me. Nobody can die because of me again.”

“Mou…” Elena nodded and exclaimed softly. She puckered her mouth and lowered her chin, her lips’ meatiness grazing his pale skin. But Elena became astounded as his right-handed fingertips pushed her head back up to meet his eyes, which seemingly never ceased looking down. She became docile, for once, and kept her high up. She could feel his care for this matter and the heaviness of these themes but could do nothing for him, not even give advice.

“Why did you come here?” Heian Ciemnosc asked her, his voice calm and quiet, seducing and making her feel like he was stealing her soul as his charismatic-toned words rang in her head like bells. Elena found herself incapable of responding. She didn’t look down anymore as he seemed to continue asking her to look at his eyes, at him.

Her eyes traveled around his body, first his chest, then collarbone, arms, forearms, wrists, and ending on his abdomen. With a brighter sheen in her eyes, she cleverly asked him with more than one intention behind her words. “Can I touch your body? I’ve never… worshiped a man and only touched others to make them bleed and gain month-long bruises or for more time.”

“Are you sure you only came here for that?” Heian Ciemnosc asked her in the same way again, making her breathless for 2 seconds and desperate.

“Of course! How else will I know how to please my- ah no, umm… I can only do this with you, and I will only do this with you, for that matter.” Elena said, letting her left palm feel his ever-so-slightly defined abdomen, her fingertips sinking into his skin from time to time as if to test how firm his body was, and she was satisfied each time. Her eyes learned ‘bad’ things as they became slightly watery by the end of her explanation.

“Okay,” Heian Ciemnosc nodded at her. Immediately, he felt her right hand under his body, tracing his vertebral column and softly poking at his ribs from behind. She hugged his right ribs with her right hand as her arm encompassed his back. With her eyes losing focus but still directed upwards towards his, her left hand massaged her own skin near his pelvis.

“So, why don’t you try it now?” Elena asked right before her breathing became more ragged and lighter as if suffocating from something within her lungs. Heian Ciemnosc felt her fingertips dance and sway, sliding on his pelvis and reaching ‘those’ corners between his groin and upper thighs that made his pale body, and at times, squirm. “Told you. I was just thinking. You came in time to witness my attempt at knowing this thing’s secrets, but you’re not allowed to take your eyes off me yet.”

Heian Ciemnosc said as he lifted his right hand towards his left hand, holding the parchment right above Elena’s blonde hair as she used his left arm and shoulder as a pillow and part of his chest. Suddenly, she asked as her hand passed just above his crotch, where the evil being started to twitch but remained wholly asleep. “Should I go bare, too?”

Heian Ciemnosc gave her a glare and responded hoarsely, “Only if you’d like to become my bed partner for tonight.”

“Hooh? And what does that mean?” Elena asked, her eyebrows dancing up and down like a snake nonstop, her wonderful candy blonde eyebrows. Heian Ciemnosc answered quickly, flicking his left ring finger’s tip with his right thumb, “You’ll know after I’m done with this.”

Drip… sheeeeen- twiiiing~... … … …

Elena’s brown eyes landed on Heian Ciemnosc’s mouth, remembering their kiss from that night. Her heart pounded as she genuinely heard a drop of his cold, fresh blood landing on a flat surface. She could even smell its scent and properties and felt drawn towards it. Remembering his blood was dark, she wanted to look at what was happening, but he didn’t say she could look away from his eyes yet.

Her heart beat faster as her eyes wandered his face, his eyes attracting her and drowning her in those darkest pools of all-consuming pure black. Pure darkness. They were so lovable at the same time she could go crazy just for them and nothing else in the world. She noticed a glimmer quickly grow in power above her head. Followed by an intense sound, whistling but not sharp, threatening to buzz her ears until she went deaf.

But in her eyes, heart, mind, and soul, there was only him, only Heian Ciemnosc. Her brown, stern, and clear eyes looked at him as she felt the bright and whistling noise above the back of her head diminish until nothing was left. She couldn’t know what happened, so she asked him after seeing his eyes grow as wide as possible and his face became stiff. “Did it not work? Was it a failure?”

“Oh…” Seeing her concerned expression and worried words, Heian Ciemnosc looked down and said with a smile before returning his darkest eyes to the parchment as if addicted. “No, it did work. You can look elsewhere now. See for yourself.”

“Hmm,” Elena turned her head around, which was strangely not uncomfortable nor cracking with noises. She seamlessly turned to look at the parchment, its contents revealed before her! Elena knew it was Heian Ciemnosc’s doing. Otherwise, she would have never been able to see it, but she didn’t know if he was just plain dumb or regarded her this highly…

“Hmm?! Hm… hm… hm!” She shyly read through a bit. Just its description, she could already feel an incoming headache when she seemingly remembered something and looked at Heian Ciemnosc’s face once more, then at the parchment again. She repeated these motions consecutively until she finally could no longer hold it. She jealously lifted her upper body, furiously looking down at his slightly toned stomach, chest, and arms before setting her stubborn brown eyes on his darkest, confused eyes.

Heian Ciemnosc smelled her actions and intentions, but he didn’t know if she would actually act on it until he saw her licking her palms with copious amounts of saliva from below to up before searching for his member and tracing a few steps backwards with her knees and shins as support until her twat was above his phallus. She positioned it upwards, already getting harder and longer past his navel, and her little innocent maidenhood was right aiming below the crown on the underside.

Her hands were like a novice trying to pluck the feathers off a duck or the scales off a fish, milking his penis from below to up as she gasped and panted playfully, even somewhat contently. The sensations she received in her head from her palms and fingers made her addicted. While the fads Heian Ciemnosc received in his head and body made him so vulnerable, he could only cleverly place the parchment to the side.

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She spent no more than 3 seconds doing that slowly and with such hunger that her attitude could only be rated as exceptional and hard-working when it became thoroughly hard to the point of scaring her. Thoughts of impaling herself on it like a genuine, strong, and independent woman would, disappear in a moment. But she became too addictive to stop now.

Despite being so hard to affect the mentality of an incredible warrior’s disciple, his glans and skin were so soft, squishy, and… delicious-looking that she couldn’t stop even if she was to remain cross-eyed for the rest of her life. Seeing his glans deform with her heavy, tight motions, she felt he was seducing her without saying a word and regarded herself even more challenged. And who was Elena to be challenged? Nobody who saw her challenged had ever seen her back down from a fight! Let alone now!

She continued milking him from below-to-up until her womanly senses took charge of her rationality. With a swift motion, she raised her head from crazedly looking at his penis as if hypnotized. Then, with a simple body movement downwards, her wet and slimy twat met his slightly sludgy and soft hard-on head-on, splashing and mixing semi-juices along their groan and moan.

Plop, slap. “Ouuuhh…” - “Grrughh…” The crispy slap was music to their ears. The sensation of each other’s sexual organs slapping together was even more addictive. And as she rested her entrance on his stem, she rubbed down until his glans faced the flowery garden of life. But as it pressed against it, she lowered her waist, moved back, and traced his stem upside down. Her voice choked, and her facial expressions became tender and slightly alluring as she sank her eyebrows, wrinkled her nose, and twisted her mouth.

Squelch… slurp, squelch… wolb wolb… squelch… squelch… wolb, wolb, wolb… squelch… …

Elena began riding him, back and forth, slightly up and down. His phallus against his lower pelvis and abdomen as she pressed heavily on it and hugged it with part of her semi-closed petals. They were pitifully trying to cover it, but it was too thick for their extra slimness. Even as they were almost transparent when they had become so rosy due to the extension around his member, Elena wanted to forge her lower kitty to find a way to envelope all his girth without entering her, failing each time.

At times, to satiate her lust and hunger, she would lower herself low enough so her tiny entrance met his humongous breeding balls. She would massage his deepest root and call forth his testicles until they wrinkled up to meet her body, then relax and slightly push into her lips, almost entering her first before even his dick could. In the meantime, she would torture his head and fully concentrate on his phallus as she felt her entrance poked at repeatedly before returning to the back-and-forth massage.

They went on for hours. Heian Ciemnosc was like a champ, holding himself until the end while she went all out and didn’t care, contracting, trembling, and sharply moaning quite a few times. Towards the end, after Heian Ciemnosc emptied his ammunition, Elena fell flat on his body, exhausted and fulfilled, inseminating her skin and non-existent chest as she panted like a dying animal.

She was still awake after seeing him ejaculate, but not before her insanely sensitive little crimson rips noticed his enlargement and palpitating, crazy movements. And when she felt it against her skin and smelled it, she also did her best to experience it to the best of her naïve capabilities.

Heian Ciemnosc cleaned her and then spooned her on the bed. When he did, he first bravely poked her maidenhood tentatively before collocating the semi-hard monster between her left, the head up to her front and more pushed against her thin mushiness. When he did the last, the most tiny and sensitive nub in the world was stabbed, so she punched the bed with all her might. If that was Heian Ciemnosc, half the hotel room would’ve collapsed by the impact, and the rest would have fallen over a few seconds after.

… A few hours passed, and the morning arrived. Elena woke up with a semi-hard phallus between her legs. She moved just a little, but that was enough to make her react, deeply frown, and close her legs in response. She was still a little newbie, so she wasn’t aware of how delicious she would feel after her legs closed and effectively pressed the phallus’s head against her clitoris. After squealing for a bit and coming first thing in the morning, Heian Ciemnosc made an awkward sound, and an actual struggle followed suit.

If they weren’t Wrath Nihility Academy students and paid beforehand, they would have been kicked out…

From this, they learned one thing each. Heian Ciemnosc comprehended he wouldn’t resist plowing Elena into his territory, making her lands his and eternally ruling over her farm. And Elena learned that orgasms in the morning were… just… magnificent!

As for becoming part of Heian Ciemnosc’s lordly lands, she wasn’t even thinking about it. Wasn’t she already part of them? Ah?

After waking up, and after Heian Ciemnosc saw his team members eat their breakfast - which he doesn’t have to cook for them every damn time. And after Elena began introducing a similar new ‘thing’ to her Crystal Fist Team, to eat as Heian Ciemnosc’s team usually does, they went on to the largest cosplaying zone they saw yesterday. They weren’t crazy enough to go there wearing their costumes. They were in her bag, and Heian Ciemnosc hadn’t been able to see them.

While Heian Ciemnosc could only die without knowing what his ‘pure’ outfit looked like, Elena wore a calm expression as they took a portal, a couple fast vehicles, and finally arrived at the place where up to 10,000,000 people can be at the same time, on a daily basis. It was straightforwardly, another part of the City where anyone could live and buy or sell their stuff, from citizens trying to make a living in peaceful times, without duty, to cultivators that come on vacations.

But most were civilians who hanged and lived around here, as they enjoyed seeing many Races of cultivators cosplaying around here.

Usually, Heian Ciemnosc and anyone else saw mostly Humans and Elves around, for they were the most reproductive Races with the most solid foundations across time. The other Races weren’t ‘bad’ at procreating and cultivation, but they didn’t have the custom of breeding all year, month, week, and day-long like Humans and Elves. Demons, Titans, and even Fairies have their own ‘seasons’ to put it in a way.

Demons and the long-lost Succubi/Incubi Race are and were as satisfactory for breeding between each other and other Races. But Demons are known for wholeheartedly focusing on the children they had with a wife or wives, or husband or husbands. However many they are at once. And the ‘Love Race’ was about having endless amounts of lovers, or just one. It was somewhat of a paradox. Only the Humans were always this powerful and resourceful in the subject, while ‘modern’ Elves had been like so for half the amount of Changes in the world.

Yet, every Race always felt good when they were to a City, as any City in the world now had these ‘cosplaying’ conventions where any Race can coexist with the non-cultivators of any other Race, and even mingle however they want, as much as they possibly can. Only after Heian Ciemnosc entered a convention of the sort and watched the slight dose of flirting happening in whichever direction he posed his eyes on did he understand his wives and Arla’s concern for non-cultivators after bedding him.

While he was watching the world move and live, coexisting and bounding together, Elena spotted a changing room and dragged him towards there. Since Heian Ciemnosc was too new to the things around, he didn’t notice he was in a small room… together with Elena as she undressed, not caring about him being right in front of him and taking each piece with her hands, slowly and meticulously.

Heian Ciemnosc had seen her whole bare body just last night, but only now did he start processing her bodily features as he woke up from his previous stupor. Her chest was like a slender and starving young man’s body, so flat it could break if he pressed his palms against those breasts. And his head, for some reason, didn’t just think about it and actually did it.

“Kyaa!”

Elena’s surprised yelp sounded from the small changing room, startling those around as everything turned silent. However, hearing no further ‘strange’ noises, everything returned to normal, and nobody worried anymore.

However, inside the little room, Heian Ciemnosc fully woke up, for real this time, as he felt Elena’s body with his palm. Her left chest wasn’t directly handled, but the lower section of his palm was above her left light brown, medium-large nipple and areola. She looked down, her blushed cheeks bright pink, but she looked at him without the intention to stop him.

Little by little, Elena presented her chest out and for him to continue pushing and sinking his hand into it. Heian Ciemnosc played around her hardening nipples with both hands as she undressed him. Her hands started lovely-fondling her beloved piece of meat, his shaft’s foreskin hypnotizing her to keep going. She became increasingly restless as Heian Ciemnosc avoided the core of her now erected and needy little brown cherries.

To express her needs, she closed her eyes shut, her blonde eyelashes so insanely cute as Heian Ciemnosc felt his glands overly loved by her palms and fingertips, playing as much as possible, even crazily, with the scary one-eyed snake. At last, he stopped teasing her and went for the kill, pinching her cherries without holding back. Elena looked at the ceiling and trembled until she powerlessly fell on his body, more than once, as she stood up nonstop after each weakening of her legs.

Heian Ciemnosc was glad and more that she could resist this much. That meant he could explore her inexistent tiny boobies as much as he horrendously wished to. He even cruelly continued to rub her when she could no longer move her hands and her brain was a mess, and her legs couldn’t stop trembling for several minutes straight. Her semi-closed, blurred eyes were hopeless as he halted not to make a mess out of her.

“Hahh…” Finally, when she was powerless to even think, Heian Ciemnosc let her fall on his body, naked, and his penis stabbing her navel. He slowly lifted her face, looked into her eyes with a soft grin, and kissed her with a peck lasting for several seconds, unmoving. When their lips separated again, and Elena was waking up, stubbornness returning after she was engrossed in lust, he whispered to her face. “Good girl.”

“Err… do you kiss girls like this anytime they do something for you, for your own good, or that casually aided you somehow?” Elena asked, not refusing him or denying how good it felt to be cared for like this by this rare Heian Ciemnosc.

“...” Heian Ciemnosc shook his head, then said with an ambiguous half-a-smile, “I only kiss others because they deserve it after being so good. Eh. As for you, I do it when it is time to.”

“W-what’s the difference? Is there even any? Huh?!” Elena responded with a frown. But all Heian Ciemnosc did was peck her lips again and softly spoke in a low volume. “Oh. Think about it a lot, you dumb-headed blondie. You’ll get it soon enough, I’m sure.”

“Hnng!” Elena protested, pouting as she took her costume out and passed Heian Ciemnosc’s into his hands, leaving him wide-eyed. At least… she had the last win…

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