Uncontrollable Affection

"Ciemnosc...no..." Valeria said, trying to pull the quilt under her body up to cover her skin with her right hand, she was saying no, but her left hand still on the back of his head pushed his forehead against her; to the point where their noses were making love with each other. Tracing each other's skin and their eyes involuntarily closed as she felt good from the friction of an overall big object on her skin, becoming even redder.

Her lovely closed face was blushing slightly, as her skin down below was taking most of that blood rushing up to redden her tummy, abdomen, and pelvis instead. Even her right upper thigh close to her pelvis but not directly there had already reddened too.

“!!... …” As she kept on trying and trying to pull the quilt down over up, Ciemnosc’s left hand went over to meet her right forearm, making her instantly stiff and shock-surprised, opening her eyes right away and looking at his face right before her - which in turn made her eyes glaze over and lose all focus she just gained. It got even worse when she saw him open his to meet her own.

“You can’t avoid it, not this, anymore,” Ciemnosc said, hushed, dragged on, and with a hoarse voice, making her terrifyingly fall on his enchanting, charismatic, and irresistible tone. His left hand then slowly slid to her wrist, his long, slender fingers encapsulating her seemingly fragile bone that is very capable of breaking off his bones with just her ordinary Power Energy flow appearing delicate and dainty as they were tenderly caressed over with their motion on her skin.

Her hand was next, and with Ciemnosc taking it with his own, her fingers became so relaxed they were like a newborn baby’s weakest part of their life as they came to know familiar love’s touch and warmth from another being.

Effortlessly, their fingers went through each other. And Ciemnosc moved their hands up, getting her sole attempt and hopes of being with the one she wanted for…’only’ and thrown into the trash. As Valeria felt her right-hand and palm with his left one before being smoothly, slowly moved over their shoulder level, which was by now evened out between each other’s bodies.

“...Hap- gasp, Ciemnosc!” His phallus was now fully erected against her skin and her entire body, and now his mind was fully accepting his light, ‘innocent’ touch even within this deepest intimacy of no crossing over anything else. Suddenly, but smoothly as well, Ciemnosc did something that left her even more speechless, her nose meeting his forehead as it nudged her face to tilt upwards.

…mplah!

“!!...!... … …” Her mouth was stolen, not even for the excuse of giving her the taste of it. Her lips naturally welcomed his invasion, his mouth, lips, teeth,, and tongue in without the slightest aversion nor was there any hesitation present. The kiss lasted no more than 3 seconds, but it felt like it had been ongoing since the first time they deeply looked into each other’s eyes.

Looking at him with her clear eyes fully cleared up, some fear of an unknown immediate future in them. But Ciemnosc looked down at them, and with the darkest black that there could ever be, he irresistibly gripped his left hand tighter on her right hand, which she returned.

“You love her, I know it.” Ciemnosc’s eyes weren’t blaming her. They even seemed to not have any emotion in them, though not in the sense of being merciless, cold, or self-humiliating. Instead, they showered her with…comfort, like knowing her from top to bottom wasn’t something bad for him to have the knowledge and understanding of her. Mesmerized, she could only look up, bush, and nod but was not willing to stop staring into his eyes…affectionately.

“Ciemnosc, I think you are really from another race…there’s no way you’re h-” Valeria blurted out, almost out of nowhere but actually from her heart. And it was really obvious to her, how can any other human have any kind of property, capability, or features that her Junior Brother Ciemnosc has? It was simply nonsensical. But Ciemnosc responded with his eyes half rolling.

“Okay, fuck it, how can you get to talk of races when my donger is right on your tummy? Agh!”

“MMMFGH! MFGH~...mmmffh~~...” Hearing him say so, Valeria suddenly felt vulnerable and wanted to comfort her silly, little Junior Brother. Yet, she couldn’t even have enough time to squint her eyes. Her entire mouth and nose were taken. Her mouth by his entire mouth, lips ravishing all they could, inexpertly, as she followed as much as she could also inexpertly.

Ciemnosc couldn’t be blamed as it wasn’t like he spent his entire few remaining days with his first 2 beauties, a partner of dual masturbation, kissing but together in many other ways instead.

As for Valeria, she couldn’t be any more dorkish as she could only imitate, thinking that he knew it all…

Her nose, however, was instead taken by his lips and saliva, in the sense that his smell coming from them were alluring to an extreme degree but that she was able to recognize it, get used to it, and…savorize it.

Her nostrils flared open and closed, open even more and closed even faster only to open quicker as well. Her tongue slowly came to find its way to knowing how to please him, and her heart beat to the utmost, ever, in her life as her hands were finally doing their most desired outcome as they went all over his slightly muscularly defined back and touched left and right; up and down uncontrollably.

“Grr-uagh…” - “...mnghah!”

A groan, a moan. They were really only kissing each other to death, but it felt as if their hearts were intercommunicating with their lower bodies - antenna, and receptor; in the most dumb of analogies. They were like mating first lovers for the first time and there was no stopping to their action of lust, powerful and correct; nor to their bluntness, reckless and unfolding.

Her legs coming over to his waist, touching his bum, Ciemnosc’s slim but slightly muscular, slightly pale body was fully hugged and massaged on his back with by Valeria’s limbs altogether; her feet forming a lock on his back as if a dear wife not wishing for her dear husband to pull it out at any given moment.

Their mouths entangling - becoming more passionate every hour and expertly knowledgeable, but only to the other’s reaction, seemingly likings in the subject and things that made them act crazy right after. Still kept on going and going. Her hands now began to scratch the skin on his back as if she could taste him just with her nails alone, the friction of his virility and her softest, beyond-belief skin pleasing them both enough for a lifetime.

His hands no longer bothering anymore, releasing the evil they’d been hiding away from the pure image of his big sister, her entire back was subject to squirm at his every touch. His every tracing fingertip. And his every squeeze, twist, and light scratching. But whenever her derriere was massaged…she couldn’t do with it, and her legs pushed his body harsher into him, actually forcing Ciemnosc, who couldn’t help but obey the bigger person and ‘wrestle’ even harder every time a bit more.

Longingly, passionately, unrestrainedly kissing was spent the whole night, their bodies forcing themselves onto the other, a groan and moan resounding every so often…

. . .

There wasn’t any suspense for the next few days. In the morning of the first day on the mission, finally having almost settled themselves in for the moment at these temporary, irresponsible living quarters that Ciemnosc made very clear to briefly comment on early in the morning right before giving everyone an order to begin their day with.

A rather large portion of the corps was sent to pick up materials, the information about such materials was very easy to find and, with the tools prepared beforehand during Ciemnosc’s training, which Valeria helped up so much as well with…certain methods back then. They wouldn’t even need to rely on their Spirit Sense…for those very few who had any.

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In just half a day, materials that were worth keeping over more than 10,000 such huge vehicles were all picked up by the majority of people that Ciemnosc sent over to gather materials. It was so much that they were forced to build a few storages since they would be used later on. It also meant that there wouldn’t be a need for requesting materials from the sect or from requiring strong, rare materials to be gathered by themselves, which would take too much time and resources as well.

The other smaller part of the corps wasn’t idle or not that busy though, and while Ciemnosc was still seen as a commander indifferently by virtually all, his brain at least worked very well, according to some trustable people with their words. So in the end, without even needing his lover’s words and strictness to be used for these sect disciples. They majorly complied.

And so, the smaller portion of the corps became heavily on duty even before the larger portion of the corps moved on with their cars, having all the fun to last half a day or even more, as some of those sent out to gather materials returned even before night but with several times more ‘luggage’ - earning them a good spot in Ciemnosc’s mind.

In any case, those minorities who were to stay in the randomized, just bad quality of all encampments - began making space and workload here and there with some nearby trees and tons of tools that Ciemnosc had to spare for just this small portion of people, which in turn was a bit more than a couple of ten thousand sect disciples.

They made spaces that were to be used for materials to be processed or simply in the middle of mixing in the wild outdoors. But also some hutches were such soon-to-come materials were going to be used and dealt with adequately, it wouldn’t be a one day’s work once they brought all the materials over, and it was already close to ten thousand of such buildings that were needed for each type, so… It was a really tough time to be the ‘next’ in the Little Lake’s history.

So on, these minority portions of the corps worked over until afternoon, whereas like most of the others, they enjoyed the feeling of a warm yet refreshing bath. And at that time, they were already aware of the coldness that would suddenly strike out of nowhere when evening came, so they all hopped out - still naked and at ease without the possibility of any accident occurring.

Of course, though Ciemnosc wasn’t any figure like that which they could all respect, it was still something nice for him to see. After all, from all he knew about these other ‘generals’ and wars in the Region, there was way too much stupidity and carelessness about their troops’ sanitation, discipline, and heart when ‘things’ happened and rough choices were instead made.

All in all, Ciemnosc was just trying to not fall into those by starting with the integration of these sect disciples and the last few acting elders who would in turn slowly become more attached to each other, with each hour spent on the Little Lake, which seemed to never be a problematic situation for the healthiness of the lake as it could even be treated like a bath.

Like so, the Little Lake was nothing ordinary. The filth that fell on it, no matter what kind - would wash and dissolve itself away like cubes of sugar underwater. But this also meant something good. No poison could work here, though the sect disciples didn’t really try playing with fire since they were with everyone else; Ciemnosc did it without a care a bit further down the lake.

In any case, the first day of the mission began and ended uneventfully. And only the waiting for the second day to come was all that remained in the sect disciples’ heads as they headed out of the water and went back to their living quarters. Though they could get back at it and start doing the garage already, with the blueprints already designed by Ciemnosc the Constructor, never better fitting. They had a much more unique feeling of wanting to sleep, and even those, who are crazed cultivators that live only to cultivate began sleeping with their minds doing that work.

It was slower, not as good as cultivating with full force-ahead on and total focus, but it was still pretty good of a habit. It was also those very same kinds of people who were more distanced from others, that were actually beginning to…in a few words, smile more.

For those kinds of guys, though it was just another way of cultivating, Ciemnosc could not let such people be just too…conservative. What were the winners of battles and the warriors of wars? Them! A general could be great and all but if there is no heart, how can there be blood to pump with? It would all become filth and only to await death to claim it all.

But even then, as Ciemnosc wasn’t being pushy nor out of himself with being talkative to them, all smileys, kind nor nice to them…he was soon to be eventually accepted, even if Valeria looked more like their leader. Appearing more and more charming every day, somehow, as time passed, these people would grow to see Ciemnosc, who she was always beside, and no one else, not even her Senior brothers or sisters. He also felt…kinda cute? For everyone else, in a way.

There was no way one could simply respect someone in power and with status that declared they deserved it just because of those, and even less recognition for the same kind of people. Ciemnosc might’ve immediately gained a quick pass to his position as commander of the corps. But nobody could sanely think that he was capable of so much for such a little person still.

Yet, time was still going on, and they were still about to learn who their daddy boss is. While they spent days working, Ciemnosc would be in his tent, cultivating and monitoring the overall randomized encampment with his arrays and a tablet.

In his tent, Ciemnosc had placed many different arrays, all so carefully and even expertly in his own way, within only the elementary level of arrays. Yet, that was more than enough for him to hide his cultivation from them, though the downside was that he was still not able to train after each stage breakthrough. Hence, all he did was cultivate without using his Supreme grade Powerful Stones.

On the other hand though, instead of cultivating nonstop to her next breakthrough into the 10th stage of the Spirit Gathering realm, Valeria was training nonstop; her already undoubtable powerful blade technique and attacks were always being complemented by the swing of her right hand, giving anyone who saw her train the sensation that she was carrying a heavier weapon.

Mosto wasn’t even trying though, so Ciemnosc didn’t even bother doing any more than some mild concealing to not allow anyone to know whether he was in there or not and also to not hear anything coming from inside his tent, he didn’t talk anyway, and Ciemnosc could still go through his arrays with his Spirit Sense.

The second and third day since the start of the mission weren’t gone by that simply. Sect disciples were given quick classes on how each type of work was to be worked. The workload was nowhere near being heavy for even a Spiritual Ligament realm 1st stage cultivator, let alone for these monstrous Phrenic realms and even less so Spirit Gathering realm cultivators.

With some mistakes being committed here and there, there was nothing that could happen which would be worrying. And even if it did happen, some buildings got destroyed and needed instant repair. The nearby ‘just in case’ labeled tools and extra materials were all there to help with such things. It was too much to ask the Spirit Gathering realm cultivators to use their Power Energy to rebuild something as simple as this… At least for now.

Without any surprise, 100,000+ tireless workers made an extreme amount of resources that not even whole cities could compare to half the cultivator's production with triple the effort even if several cities were to work together in a day against a day of work from cultivators.

Even before the afternoon came, the digging and reinforcing of the underground were already being started, and when afternoon did come, only a few thousand cultivators remained working from here to there a little bit more to keep things a bit ‘cleaner’ before rushing to the Little Lake. Things were getting smoothly done, and the development of such put both Ciemnosc and Valeria’s worries at ease.

One was already on his way to becoming the very very best for his Mommy while also having become a fanboy of brutal mass murdering and fighting to the death under the words of just one person. Valeria on the other hand, was simply worried for and about him. She of course would want to see him succeed…even more and differently than before.

On the third day of the construction process, a top notch garage that would still need a few regulations here and there to completely perfectly finish up the entire project - was finished. With some standing out particular characters becoming prominent from the entire ordeal on the last day of this work.

Namely, such names as Ernesto, Makis, Joah and Jenlin. While there were others who were also somewhat prominent, they weren’t that much seemingly ‘bright’ for the eyes of most sect disciples. Of course, it was not the same with Ciemnosc. He was always seeing these things unfold…

On the other hand altogether, while every night, the corps would all enjoy a type of sleep that was just as delicious as the meals that Ciemnosc was secretly preparing for them with the help of a few automatized mechanisms and quite a huge whole lotta shit of Creatures and even condiments he got with all of his Hunting Vouchers which were now just a legend in name.

They would either spend some time with a loved one, their loved one or simply hook up left and right with randoms or friends - all crazy and stuff but it wasn’t as if every single person or even a fourth were like this. Or, at the very least, doing it all at the same time or night.

In any case, as they witnessed that Ciemnosc seemed not to care for ‘limited’ debauchery, they became more and more provocative, some even lying on the ground after evening came and once dinner was over, waiting to see if a lonely soul would talk to them, get hooked up and dragged to their caves for some talk about life.

Others would directly grab one or even a couple of other fellow sect members and run back to any of their tents after making out probingly. It was a kind of ‘ritual’ so to speak, in which single horny people could easily find other single horny people, and, hopefully, there wouldn’t be any teenage drama turned into adult drama somehow, for some reason that could never be comprehended.

Meanwhile, kissus and groping, squeezing, and pinching were all happening in Ciemnosc and Valeria’s tent, where nobody dared to even talk with their ‘minds’ when outside of their tents. Unfortunately, for Ciemnosc, kinda; Valeria was still not willing to handle him properly. So it was only him enjoying her skin’s taste without going any ‘lower’ nor to her tatas - and with their mouths kept to one another.

All in all, by the end of the 3rd day, all thousands of vehicles were stored underground, where a fake garage was ‘upstairs’ on the main floor, and that was much longer than the real ones below.

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