SCC Chapter 18 Party of Plots(8)
"Just as there are many that don't want the partnership to go through, there are just as many that want it to succeed. And they are making their way here in haste. They would have dragged their feet if they hadn't heard that the sects had beaten them to the punch."
"Where is the woman of the hour?" Latniss asked.
"She's meditating. She will be shadowing me when we debut." answered Reed.
"The two sects will be allowed three quotas of Core disciples each, while the rest will only be allowed one. If they refuse, then they are welcome to leave. Impart that as it is. I wouldn't want them to think that my party is theirs."
"Okay." and with that, Latniss turned on her heel, leaving Reed to stew in his thoughts. There was always this nagging feeling at the back of his mind that told him that there were going to be other players apart from Zeus. But he had made the promise to protect Lily. So, he was going to have to make sure that nothing happened to her.
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FCY 437, 2nd Month, Day 16, 2:48PM
Flamio walked into the opulent ballroom with a sense of awe within him. This was the first time he was seeing many peers within the same room, not to mention the many sect masters. He was tall, had dark red hair, with dark crimson eyes to go along with it. The reason his hair wasn't a lighter shade was because he had chosen to add the earth attribute with his flame such that a new attribute was synthesized, magma. His father had taken the path of pure flames.
"Saint son, what are we supposed to do here?" a woman, clad in a lavish black gown, asked. She had green hair that reached her shoulders, with her eyes matching it. She gave Flamio the feeling of being a scholar. She was a core disciple, one whom everyone feared. Instead of treading the normal path of fire, equals destruction, she had decided to go an unconventional path.
"You can scatter and do whatever you like. I am going to have a look around." Flamio said before heading towards a direction. Through all these people, there was a faint fluctuation of cold particles that only he could trace, that had been left behind intentionally.
He waltzed through the crowd, making sure to exchange pleasantries with to those he couldn't afford to ignore, thereby delaying him by several minutes.
His eyes finally managed to fall upon her. She had chocolate colored skin, with glacial blue eyes and a tiara that glittered blue. It was an artifact capable of Enhancing her abilities by a wide margin. Her dress, woven from actual ice crystals, was backless, with two strands holding it upon her shoulders, with a deep chasm, owing to her two titanic chest mountains. Even chatting with her fellow disciples, there was this air of detachment about her, keeping everyone at arm's length.
After a deep breath to calm his nerves, Flamio approached, only to pass by within just a few inches away from her, as if he hadn't seen her, heading deeper within the hall, exchanging pleasantries with plenty of people on the way. Inwardly though, He was now cursing these people for wasting his time with pointless chatter.
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Minutes later, the door to an empty room opened silently and he slipped in. The people here had been generous, arranging a mansion capable of accommodating thousands of people. Though, it wasn't a surprise since they had chosen the state of Brazil, where there was plenty of land and greenery.
Flamio scanned every inch of the room with his spiritual sense, searching for anything that might expose what was about to happen in this room to the outside world, but found nothing, leaving him to wonder whether there were means he couldn't detect.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, after which, it opened and Nyogovu entered the room. Flamio didn't wait for any cues, pouncing towards her so fast that an after-image was left in his previous place. Roughly, his lips fell upon hers and tongues entwined with each other in a dance that caused the exchange of saliva. Moans echoed within the room, not from just him, but her too.
"Slow down."
"Why should I? It has been- years since we met." He hefted her up and held her onto him, with the ice dress shortening enough to allow her legs to spread around him. The tongues didn't pause for a moment even as he stepped towards the bed, and dumped her upon it.
In a fiery blaze' his clothes turned to ash, which he ultimately sucked into his spatial ring.
"Why didn't you simply teleport the entire outfit?" Nyogovu asked while her eyes were literally devouring his naked form.
"I didn't think of that." He said with a grin before pouncing down, but this time, Flamio held back his urges long enough to gaze into those beautiful eyes of hers.
"Have I been the only one missing this?" He asked.
"I have been craving you night and day, for all these years. Why are you wasting time? We need to get on with it!" Nyogovu said before asserting herself, taking the lead in circling her arms behind his head and pulling Flamio down into a continuation of the kiss.
Meanwhile, Flamio's left hand wasn't idle. It cupped one of her breasts beneath the dress and pulled roughly on the niple with such force that she let out a moan. Then the hand continued down into her valley, and through the dress, he pushed a finger inside, elicing an even more wild and feral moan.
Then he felt her dress dissolve into liquid, which abruptly vanished, stored within her interspatial ring. He pulled back, breaking the kiss to admire the chocolate skin before him, which was simply too tantalizing to pass up. So, he left the mouth, and trailed kisses along her neck, to her breasts, then stomach, down to her navel, all the while savoring the sweet moans and trembles from her body.
Before he could go any further below though, Nyogovu stopped him with her hands, and upon looking into her eyes, he saw a savage hunger.
"Foreplay be damned then!"
And with that sentence, he positioned himself, ready to enter her...
With one powerful thrust, both moaned loudly enough to even cause visible ripples within the air of the room, with flame and ice spiritual energy entwining, enclosing their forms within, obscuring them from outside gazes.
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"Wow!" exclaimed Nyogovu as they lay within the bed, her head resting upon his chest, feeling the powerful heartbeat and the the flaming energy within his veins.
"That was heavenly! You were wild, my dear girl. If I hadn't improved my cultivation, you would have exhausted me immensely." Flamio spoke.
"I really wish we could meet openly. The Federation is a good place to start a life." There was a tinge of longing within Flamio's voice as he spoke.
"But we can't. Unless we want to betray our elders and all those that we have supported us." sighed Nyogovu.
"I feel that there is something deeper, an undercurrent within this banquet." After a few minutes of silence, Nyogovu spoke.
"Yes. And the plot isn't just related to our sects. The Radiance's stance that appears as if they want to align with the Federation, the core disciples that have been invited. There are some that I hadn't even known about!"
"The minor sects... I was discussing that with my fellow disciples. Even they, who have had extensive visits to the other sects, have no idea where most of the others popped up from." Nyogovu added.
"The world has been peaceful in recent years... Whatever plot is being hatched might lead to war. Though I hadn't existed during the times before the Federation, even I, have heard of how brutal, combat between cultivators can be."
"We are going to need to keep our ears peeled. And we must also meet frequently during these few days such that we can exchange information. In chaos, lies opportunity. We might get the chance to join the Federation within this banquet." Nyogovu's gaze lit up.
"Really?" asked Flamio.
"But... Are you mentally prepared to leave your dad behind if an opportunity presents itself?" Nyogovu's gaze hardened, as it bore through him.
He had brought up the idea without any serious thought behind it, yet here she was, wanting to make it a reality.
"..."
"You should resolve yourself. I won't leave you behind if you haven't resolved yourself."
"Nyogovu, don't you have any ties you wouldn't want go sever within the sect?" asked Flamio.
"... You know how the atmosphere is, within the sect. There are no bonds, only scheming to the top. Even now, though I am the Saintess, there are others that are Infinitismally close to my power. In that woman's eyes, competence is key. Though I have been invited here, my other two fellow disciples are also here to compete with me. If this entire party is a scheme, then that means that our performance will be recorded by her."
A frown appeared on Flamio's face at those words, darkening his features.