The dark chocolate woman gets near Dackör, obviously, the short young man gets alerted, switching his stance to portray awareness and unfriendliness.
{I don't care how hot this chick is…}
Zwïsha Lobdyient
Class SYNERGIC Level 0
{*Argh!*, Again with this shit!}
Zwïsha stops her steps, seeing the deep indigo message floating in front of Dackör "How do you make those messages appear?, I have seen others with them, but you are the only one that has received three".
Dackör glares intently at Zwïsha, gesturing with his left hand for the dark chocolate woman to come closer.
Zwïsha is wary, the short young man keeps his right hand in the pocket of his backpack, and he has proven to be dangerous.
The dark chocolate woman is still suspicious, she almost got stabbed by the Ex Boyfriend of her Friend, who had a similar posture back in the past.
Remembering the event, the nails of Zwïsha get longer, changing in colour to show sharp sturdy white claws.
By sheer instinct, Dackör reacts defensively, coating his body with a thick layer of Nuvlierz Energy, the milky brown glow is more visible in the short young man's most vulnerable areas, eyes, temples, nape, neck and his groin.
His behavior is not because he is arrogant and wants to flex his prowess with Nuvlierz Energy; As two years ago, a group of three Ladies wanted to mess with Dackör and teach him a lesson for being a Hummingbird.
In the end, the short young man seduced them; Everything was going perfect, but someone rat him out, spiking the jealous and anger of the three Ladies.
Then, arbitrarily, they decide to go against Dackör, attacking him with their sharp claws; If it weren't for his resistant Motorcycle Suit, he would have required surgery to restore his manhood.
Since that day, Dackör is more careful when anyone is grabbing something sharp, as even a nail clipper can be dangerous under the right circumstances.
"Can't you just tell me?"; Say Zwïsha as she stands still a few meters away from the short young man.
"No"; Dackör replies flatly, tilting his head to hint Guillderon and a couple of people who are paying attention to the interaction.
"I don't want others to hear, and I don't know if you plan to tell them, so I want something in return".
Narrowing her eyelids, Zwïsha discomfort is evident "What do you want?".
"For start, get rid of your claws".
"No, unless you withdraw the hand out of your backpack".
Dackör smirks "That is not going to happen Choco Cheeks, You are the one with a need, not me".
Zwïsha's white eyebrows twitch, the short young man is not wrong, and she knows it.
Conceding reluctantly, Zwïsha's claws revert to be normal nails; Standing before Dackör and bending forward so the short young man can whisper the answer in the woman's ear.
{What a nice view}
The pronounced cleavage created by the large chocolate breasts of Zwïsha are a sight to behold, looking extremly tasty and squishable.
The disgust and shame of the tall woman observing Dackör is invigorating for the short young man, licking his lips teasingly.
Zwïsha's heart rate rises up, there is a bit of pride in the mix of emotions she is feeling, doing a short ephemeral smirk that doesn't scape Dackör's accurate reflexes.
Being bolder, the short young man puts his lips over Zwïsha's ear, giving a slow lick to the earlobe; The dark chocolate woman doesn't move, but her killing eyes convey everything to Dackör.
He moves his position and backpack to occult what he is about to do, trailing softly his index over the white sport brassiere of Zwïsha.
Shame and excitement invades the woman, closing her fists and tensing her muscles, wanting to punch the short young man, but ultimately, deciding against it.
However, her flesh is not the only part of her body getting hard, as her nipples start to protrude, standing stiff and visible as Dackör keeps marauding with his index around the not so little knob.
"Think on, Myself"; Whispers Dackör softly while nibbling the ear of Zwïsha; The dark chocolate woman is confused {Myself?, What is he…?}, Of course, a milky brown interface pops up.
Zwïsha Lobdyient
Class Escort
Level 0
Improvement • 164 / 1,200
Coefficient Flow • 11
Cell Capacity • 7
Xenz • 0
Zwïsha blinks a few times, while Khallyon smirks, "Escort", can have several meanings, yet, he knows the woman's Class possess a Synergic connotation, which immediately enlighten his thoughts.
{This Classes must be necessary to survive in this environment, and the Designation visible in the deep indigo interface must be a way to decide with who is worth to make a team}
Dackör's idea has hit in the nail completely, and aware of Zwïsha not being a passive bystander, he wants her on his side, but on top or under him could be nice too.
"Challenge, and Thinking on Others give the other two messages"; Whispers Dackör as he gives a light pinch to the stiff nipple of Zwïsha.
The dark chocolate woman muffles a moan, getting surprised by her own reaction, rage ans embarrassment cloud her mind, especially with how debonair looks Dackör's smirk.
"Choco Cheeks, I want you to be with me".
The phrase stated by the short young man is misinterpreted by Zwïsha, yet, she is not wrong with her initial assessmenteven when she demands an explanation "What do you mean?".
"Exactly what I said Choco Cheeks"; Say Dackör, twisting slowly and lightly the plump knob pushing out the fabric constituting the white sport brassiere.
"I…".
"Before you answer…"; Interrupts the short young man looking the playful and intimate touch he is doing with Zwïsha's nipples "This is not necessary…".
He says while giving a last pinch to the puffy knob "But if we are going to be working together Choco Cheeks, is better if we are open with the way we are, so no surprises come around later on".
"Why we should need to form a team?".
"Honestly, I don't know Choco Cheeks, But I can't take out of me the sensation of constant danger".
"The threats have been eliminated".
"That is just for now Choco Cheeks, and we are clueless about how long are we going to be here, that count down in the sky marks four hours, but you really think we are going out of this place when the clock reaches zero?".
"No, I feel like this is not even the begining".
{I sense the same}
"So?, Are you with me Choco Cheeks?"; Asks Dackör with a clear underneath connotation, which makes the dark chocolate woman slightly uneasy, wanting a corroboration "No more funny businesses?".
"Not unless you want them".
"What if…"; Zwïsha's phrase trails off, and Dackör's fury flares up, Guillderon is approaching, being accompanied by a small group of four people not counting him.
{*Argh!*, This Bastard is such an asshole for cockblocking me!, How is my fault if he doesn't get laid?!}
"You shouldn't join him"; Comment the tall young man "The Hummingbird is not trustworthy"…