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In the early morning, accompanying the princess, although this time all by himself, Phesx Caolia had just begun riding into the woods when she slowed down and rode beside him. Turning to her, she just spoke to him, “Ey, since we're going alone this time, are you planning to throw me down sometime?”
“Quit playing, that won’t be happening.” Said Phesx, returning to face ahead. Roroa pouted, just a little. She advanced a little faster, “Come on. Don’t tell me you actually think there are some bandits around? Don’t I have you deal with that?”
“I said no.” Phesx worded before things grew quiet. They rode around the woods north of the villa, towards the lake, but still quite a distance away. At some point, they began riding close by. Roroa grabbed his right sleeve, although she had to lift her arm to hold his wrist after a while.
With the morning lights showering them amidst the trees, they continued riding forth slowly, when suddenly, she stopped. Phesx also halted out of reflex, and before he could stop her, she hopped onto his horse, in front of him. Facing him, she didn’t give him any time to react, supposedly, and hugged his neck with her legs widely spread.
Without surprise, their lips joined each other after Phesx stiffened his neck, forcing her to lift her bum a little. While he couldn’t see it, Phesx felt her eyes closing in delight, as her lips puckered so he could taste and suckle on them all he wanted.
Little by little, Phesx purposely relaxed his body, letting his back bend towards her. He still held his horse and the princess’s reins with his hands, though. But at last, she no longer had to force her body up, with her neck twisting as she hung her head backwards.
Her little nostrils began bemoaning little noises, caressing his face and leaning backwards. Phesx had to hold her lower back with his left hand as she became imaginative with her methods of tasting his mouth. Slow, passionate… delicate in detailed manners…
… Phesx Caolia and ‘princess’ Roroa’s so-called romance wasn’t the only one in the villa. Although theirs was without drama, there were many other servants who had times of fun turn into the gossiped drama.
On one occasion, a maid was caught with 2 builders and a guard, gaining the broken heart of her supposed beloved. All one could hear that day was him saying how sweet and innocent she is…
There was another time Yoali was found flirting with 2 girls and a young man somewhere around the new storage facilities, giving Roroa plenty of gossip into Phesx’s ear after their nightly talks. After the lengthy talk about life came the whispers from pillow to pillow.
Or rather, all whispering into Phesx’s pillow. Either way, only a few dramas sowed actual discord between the workers and some guards in the villa.
On the other hand, only having to rest most of his time, Phesx lived the life of the richest, experiencing the relaxing and easygoing peace of not having to do anything. Other than a few examinations with the coming and stored supplies, and the personnel every week.
Time went on, and the ‘rich life’ Phesx came to appreciate… after Riverlye made him feel like wounds he could neither see nor feel were slowly filled with healing. Not getting healed, just feeling the healing of them.
It might also have something to do with his fake wife at night, passionate lover during the day. Phesx was not a sexual deviant, but he felt increasingly drawn to this unknown little princess. It was always them, although there was a situation which she provoked where things got a little crazy, but only with her security chief.
They were on a morning, with Phesx teaching the princess some relaxing training sets. Yoali had joined them, already participating for a few days by then. She had grown tired of working her ass off, when it was Phesx who did most of the work, and she had to do barely something.
With Roroa’s simple request, Phesx extended the training sessions to the security chief, but unlike with Roroa, he only instructed the security chief and demonstrated for her. On the other hand, his hands were at work when it came to the princess.
The female attire was a blend of cotton, thin and enjoyable to wear, just as much it was to watch. Phesx realized since the first time, but Roroa’s body was overly exquisite. When wearing nothing, it was dreamy and a delicacy. When wearing something, a beauty. But when wearing something like this… a warm dish rapidly getting cold.
When the gals were just supporting their bums up with their hands on their mats, lifting one of their legs, Roroa disobeyed him. Phesx remained with his arms crossed and frowned. She always listens to him, even when she seems not to hear or care, quite diligent even.
Roroa slowly turned her head to him. Phesx felt a tingle in his manly self. He stepped closer to her. Her bum was up with both feet on her mat, simply prostrating herself high to him with her derrière. After confirming with her slightly opened lips and gasping breaths with a volume only he could hear, Phesx hesitated no more and did something crazy. Nuts.
He pried open the curtains to the fleshy curtains. Phesx shook his head after doing so, because it was just like waking up late in the day, a grayish day, coming out of the house without socks or shoes on. So distracted one didn’t realize it had been raining for hours, stepping onto the wet, luscious grass.
To top it off, Roroa swayed her hips a bit, letting him glimpse in a few different angles before he had to shake his head again. First, he took a bite before it got cold, then, he enjoyed his dish, playing the ‘pelvis hits buttocks’ game without a care.
Yoali noticed after a few repeated motions. She did her sets, finished, and went away, all while they continued for a few minutes; a crazed day. Of course, Roroa never did that purposely again, and never did something more than hug or kiss him in front of others, but that brought even crazier bursts of pleasure to their daily nights.
… But amidst the many shows of passion and intimate talks at night. There was something else.
From teasing each other, simply getting into the other’s head, and exchanging semi intelligent words in not-so-short discussions, the pair simply spend more and more time closer. Other people would spend months before realizing they felt something, but it would take them time because of their lives, their daily activities, and the struggles that come with every new day.
Day by day, their bodily conversations became a part of their livelihood in this overly luxurious villa. Phesx couldn’t help but drop a laugh or two every day, just because of her. As for Roroa, well, she was glued to him, nothing more, nothing less.
On this day, Phesx alerted the crew before taking his princess to the forests, this time a little farther from the villa, but on a well studied and prepared road to return asap. The trip wouldn’t be just the morning, which Roroa didn’t know.
That was until Phesx began kissing her so slowly yet with ardent passion near the lake, unclothing her and already beginning the act before the water could wash the preparatives away.
At first, she was just… content, and Phesx Caolia could feel it. He wasn’t known to be proactive. Thus, actions like these where he just grabbed her and told her with such that she was his for the moment made her all blank and obedient for as long as he held her.
Before she knew it, as Phesx washed a bit in the lake, she remembered the time and rushed out of the lake, screaming to him about returning late, and not wanting to cause her SC a heart attack.
However, Phesx saw her, he just didn’t stop her. Once she was half-naked, covering her body with a towel he left behind, he exited the lake and told her the good news. The marvelous notice. They were staying late, as late as tomorrow.
During the day, hour by hour, full-on relaxation ensued. There was never a moment this peaceful in Phesx’s life after Preut’s civil war began. All but themselves and the lake was everything that existed. Besides, Phesx brought food, he only had to go to the horses to get it.
More or less a picnic of sorts, or a date? None of it mattered, of course. And their talks about life continued whenever they wanted under a roof of cloth pitched during the early noon.
In the night, the whooshing sounds amidst the trees’ branches, leaves, and atop them were gently brushed aside by the wind. The pair of eloping partners stared at the sky, lying a little farther from the standalone roof tent, and under a wide sleeping bag with nothing underneath.
After a bout of talks about life, they lied together, side by side, and their bodies and hearts relaxed. Phesx decided to place his hands beneath his head, to which Roroa placed her left hand on his sternum, relaxing her head.
Her nose rubbed on his skin before growing quiet, staring at the sky or his jaw and neck, Phesx felt. After spending time when he did, Phesx didn’t feel so alone anymore.
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“Have you ever used your body for one of your missions?” Roroa directly asked under night sky, not bothering to beat around the bush. Phesx chuckled silently, “No, I haven’t. Nor will I will.”
“Then, have you seen someone else do it?” She asked again. Phesx grasped her fair hand on his sternum. “There’s no such thing as having sex to steal from a possible target, or to assassinate them. Hmhm. Who would put themselves in such possible vulnerability when one can just kill the other first, and without further complications?”
“Ah, so is like that?” She voiced, sounding more confident and unworried. “Mhm.”
Phesx had nothing to respond with other than ignore another one of her childish behaviors.
“What do you do after every task?” She continued asking. Phesx moved his left hand to cup her butt a bit firmer. She jolted a bit before softly moaning, relaxed. Then, he elaborated, “I used to just focus on my craftsmanship. If I had no injuries, I would schedule my next mission. Some that paid better than others took time to initiate.”
“…” Roroa lifted her face a little, resting it on the tough pillow, directly looking at him while caressing his chest and neck. Phesx went on, “I used to have someone, too. It changed when the Sargonde event happened… I caused.”
Roroa kept looking at him, making him feel like needles were carefully poking into his skin, embedding inside. It felt quirkily ticklish, and good. Phesx liked it.
“You never thought about settling down?” Roroa kissed his left cheek before whispering. Phesx softly closed his left eye in response before sighing, “Maybe. It wouldn’t matter now, regardless.”
“It’s never too late, unless you lose either of these, mm?” Roroa made Phesx feel a sudden grip on his groins. He grinned, thinning for a bit before impassively saying, “It also doesn’t matter now.”
Roroa cuddled her head to his neck, nestling and rubbing on him a bit while her right hand remained shady under the sleeping bag’s blanket. After a while, she asked him in a low, sultry voice, “What can your senses do? Other than level out what degree of an idiot I can be?”
“Hmf,” Phesx Caolia chuckled for a bit. He smiled thinly from ear to ear before gulping down, saying, “It’s nothing magical. I can hear your heartbeat whenever I accidentally force you to look at me, and the gasps you make when I touch you, even when you try not to.”
Roroa: “…”
Trying not to blush, she continued to hear him. Phesx pointed at a tree quite a few dozens of meters away, “There’s a squirrel trying to eat a rather large worm moving around its tree. I can also see them in detail, but only if I focus on them.”
“Focus how?” Roroa asked, futilely staring at the tree and the grass around it. Phesx casually replied, “The same when you look around after hearing an unknown sound around your room, or as I have said, when you stare at me.”
“…” Helpless, the princess blushed. She softly pinched his chin, hushing, “Can you see my eyes?”
“Nope,” Phesx laid it out in a blunt manner. Roroa kept a neutral face, expressing with breathy words as she closed her face to his mouth, “They do. They are for you. My eyes move, focus, and like it when I see you.”
“Also this,” Roroa sweetly added with a ragged breath. Rising her torso to sit while leaning, her left hand brought his right hand to her left breast, just under it, helping Phesx feel it from below to the top until her heartbeat notoriously thumped against his palm.
“…” With his hand against her large bosom, deforming it so intimately, Roroa’s open mouth remained like that, saying nothing. She seemed to think what to say very cautiously. Lowering her head to her left shoulder to further think about that, she formed a warm and comfortable silence, yet everlasting.
“You make me feel good, as well. It’s excited for you,” Roroa said, dropping back to lie on him. But she wasn’t done, and as Phesx breathed calmly, something she didn’t know he appreciated, she asked him in between low, cracking laughter.
“So, can you throw a stone and kill them both? Like hitting one of them first before the other half of the stone breaks off and kills the other? Or hitting the trunk first before the stones snaps in half, killing them both at the same time?”
“I said it’s not magical. I might have these sensory skills, but I don’t have inhuman strength.” Phesx Caolia knocked his head onto hers a little. But Roroa tilted her head to the left after being hit, she turned her head to him out of nowhere and asked, almost rising up again, “A- really? You don’t have any bion or one of those things they use?”
“… Well, I do have something similar to a bion, but not a bion.” Phesx Caolia looked at her for some seconds before replying. He then added, “Who is ‘they’?”
“Special agents, you slow bellum,” Roroa poked the back of his head a little. Phesx blinked, a little startled. But Roroa’s heart remained the same until she realized he was looking at her without a breath. Its beating quickened, and her already rosy cheeks deepened.
“Oh, what are you talking about? What is that you say they use?” Phesx Caolia blinked a few times in a row before asking. Roroa caressed the contours of his nose, not too ugly but definitely neither sharp nor handsome, “I believe they are called Nuclear Uniform Armor?”
“Pff! Nothing in my hands that have such a powerful name.” Phesx shook his head right away. What kind of thing was that? He took notes to study in the District’s libraries after this task. There were many things he had to get to know if he really wanted to live on and progress in life.
“Sigh,” Roroa lied on him again, elbowing his abdomen a little, but all she did was give him another show of affection and feel his toughened body, seducing herself in the process. After gulping twice, she said, returning her right hand to somewhere, “Don’t expect me to get you one. Those things are hoogs’ precious core treasures. I’m not an actual sugar mommy. Not yet.”
“…” Phesx didn’t bother with her antics. But some calm moments later, feeling her hand, he helped her up a little and grabbed a bite from her chest, mouthing her peaks. When he was done, he looked up at her and asked, slightly licking his lips. “Why is your taste so pleasant?”
Roroa said nothing, smirked, and caressed the back of his head. Their eyes focused on each other and did nothing else. Little by little, she mounted him and laid her stomach on him, starting the ups and downs as the night was soon to turn into morning.
… A few days later. Roroa wanted to go out and spend some days outside the villa, wanting to visit the ‘park-like’ and only actual prairie in the capital city’s wilderness around its outskirts.
For this, 3 limousines were employed. Phesx used a simple line formation of 3 in a wide bilateral road with 3 columns for each side. They were at the farthest side from off the road, with 2 ordinary limousines at the front and rear, with the only armored one in the middle.
It was more like a picnic day, and as the ‘princess’, she couldn’t be refused. She went in the middle, along her security chief, and Phesx. Yoali was at the front, with Phesx and Roroa at the back. Phesx had the window slightly open, just a tiny amount.
Roroa wore a dark brown dress whose hem fell below her knees when standing as she looked to the left, watching a few vehicles pass by and the prairie, driving through a long curve heading straight into it. They had scheduled an appointment, as this prairie was to be both preserved and used to amass wealth for the government from the ordinary and wealthy civilians alike.
“We’ll arrive in another 25 minutes. Fox, would you like any accommodations for the miss?” Yoali asked a couple of small rooms away from them in a slightly loud voice. Phesx lifted his face from reading a panel regarding news from the surrounding regions in the wilderness, when his right ear suddenly throbbed and his brain felt like it was electrified with seizures.
Saying nothing, he threw a pen to Yoali, who looked up with startled, fully open eyes. Phesx Caolia lunged to Roroa, who didn’t even notice with her left palm supporting her head, looking outside the window; until he was pushing her head down with his left hand, opening a hidden compartment below the seat with the right, and shoving her right in.
“Kyaaaw!” Roroa yelped, but at the same time, Yoali got down on the floor, with Phesx merely letting go of his body, crashing against it just before an incoming noise of tearing the wind apart neared their small convoy.
Boooooom! Placgkh whoosh- pssht! Bang, cang- screeeeeech! Screech, screech!
A rocket headed to the limousine at the front. It flew from over a small hill, heading straight into the first limousine’s direction. The guards inside weren’t too slow to act, but they were still not fast enough. As they tried stopping their limousine, the rocket hit exactly at the driver seats.
With a tremendous sudden explosion, to which the vehicles surrounding them from both directions stopped only a few seconds after it happened, metal and a couple of tires flew into the air. They immediately hit Roroa’s limousine after Phesx shoved her into a metallic compartment and closed its only entry/exit tight with a slap.
The armored limousine was struck by the blown parts from the front, deforming it and heating it up with some fire. The front limousine burst in flames and rolled across the other direction, only stopping a dozen meters ahead, with its rooftop against the pavement.
From the side, as the middle and rear limousines stopped, burning their tires on the pavement, people walked-ran out of the hill, nearing the road with second-hand firearms in hand. One even brought a rather technological rocket launcher with a panel for predisposition routes and flight potency.
They walked to the limousine at the front, searching for something inside it as they yelled to each other. “Find her quick! Those bastards are backing away!” - “Is she there? Does someone see her?” - “Shoot at this thing! Open the door!” - “Hey you! Open the door, or I fucking shoot you, perra!”
Phesx Caolia did quick work with his hands after grabbing from behind the seat’s backrest cushion. He rapidly assembled a submachine gun as he watched them move around. They wore uniforms above ordinary, ugly, unwashed clothes.
If they wanted to fool the ordinary eye to apparent being from a lagj, or mercenaries, they were only barely successful. Phesx also realized they were looking for Roroa, not caring if she was dead or alive, just bent on finding her.
With this understanding, his multiple-contents impenetrable black eyes sharpened, and he finished assembling the firearm before grabbing a couple of magazines from the lower end of the backrest cushions.
Pah- tomp! Trr. trr. Trr. trr. Trrrrr rrrr rrr rrr rrr rrrr rrrr rrrr! Phesx kicked the door open and rushed out of the limousine. He peeked out of the door and fired, aiming at those who weren’t busy killing the guards and servants in the front limousine. Then, he closed it, locked it, and walked into the open space, drawing everyone’s attention.
The criminals responded swiftly, lifting their weapons, but Phesx sprayed his 3 magazines bizarrely fast, emptying them and reloading the gun within less than a second each time, destroying heads everywhere as they turned to look at him.
Each time he pulled the trigger, just a small bit, 3 or more criminals fell. His firing rate and aim, as he slightly changed his gun’s muzzle angle from side to side, sometimes up or down, was in the milliseconds. Phesx’s eyes were focused, but more than that, they were entertained.
Each man was gruesomely killshot to the face. Buried bullets inside their faces until blood and skull was all that remained belonging to human aesthetics.
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