CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: THE DEFIANT BARONESS PART 4.

Intoxicated by the manly fragrant scent, the dazed Otzzana sniffs profoundly, perceiving the primal need to have a taste of the bulbous mushroom like head of N’Ïrk’s virility.

Closing her eyes, the Baroness does a slow gentle lick. The young man stops his all his planed ministrations. But Otzzana is too far gone in pleasure to notice the change.

Another timid lick, almost as if she were trying to remind herself about not needing further proof of what N’Ïrk’s phallus tastes like.

Of course, each lick does the opposite of what she originally intended. Losing the innocence and shyness she had at the beginning of her exploration.

As usual. The Baroness’s slowness is doing its part. She opens her eyes, seeing the amused debonair smirk of N’Ïrk.

For a moment she is frozed. But the hunger in the young man’s stare, gives her a strange semblance of assurance, returning to fervently lick the throbbing hardened shaft.

With every passing motion, the fear and hesitation of the Baroness, is slowly washed away, each movement is silently infused with an eager promise, «I will improve for you».

Pleased, but wanting more, N’Ïrk grabs the Baroness’s head. His posture, and the weight of his hands are a subtle command, shifting his patience for a ravenous lust that demands a deeper and intense intimacy.

Emboldened by her excitement, Otzzana can’t deny her disposition to reciprocate the man’s pleasure. After all, she already had two orgasms, while N’Ïrk is clearly unimpressed by the Baroness novice’s skills.

Soon, the plump meaty lips are parted open, welcoming eagerly the foreign intrusion, withstanding the light suffocation caused by the thick veiny dick of the Mercenary, delving deep until reaching the entrance of the damsel’s throat.

She jerks and coughs at the invasion, showing teary pitiful eyes to seek clemency, but her action doesn’t have the desired outcome, because instead of causing a silver of mercy and remorse. The Baroness has encouraged a rougher treatment from the young man, who savagely thrusts his virility, carving his path, to reshape perfectly Otzzana’s mouth.

Being manhandled is a sensual and exhilarating surge of freedom, unrivaled by the plentiful and variated encounters the Baroness has experience in her short but busy life.

Feeling the upcoming ejaculation, Otzzana is relieved and pleased.

It might not been her own actions what are satisfying and entertaining the young man, but her endurance and determination are an important factor. Honest work as some may call it, and a good job always ennobles the soul.

In this case, the damsel is actually touched by the intimate connection. Understanding what was talking about the young man.

‡{Truthfulness is marvelous. N’Ïrk wanted to use me. He is abusing my mouth, and i don’t mind. This moment not only is horny, is cozy, warmth and genuine, a shared moments, with agendas displayed from both of us. No facades needed... , *Sigh*. When was the last time i had this kind of interaction?. *Sigh*. Probably with Mayrzzya...}‡.

Otzzana’s thoughts dissipate, N’Ïrk’s thrusts are more constant and faster, his libido in the edge of releasing a bursting stream of sperm, just like the kneeling lady is in the same boat, her hungry eyes wanting a dose of the young man’s seed.

Nevertheless. The preposterous idea of being soiled like a common street prostitute, is too much for the overstimulated Baroness, squirming in a powerful convulsion that makes her violently jerk, collapsing in the floor and getting unconscious with her third orgasm.

"No fucking way!. I was so close!". Complains N’Ïrk. He had this type of situations in other occasions. But he knows something is not right with the amount of pleasure her partner was feeling. It was too much. While he clearly need more stimulation to even gain his erection.

Crouching down on the steamy shower, the young man ponders if she should introduce his throbbing cock into Otzzana’s sucking mouth. She has lost her consciousness, but her body has gained a new motion in her muscular memory.

The hot water cascades over the two youngsters, though the man is speechless, almost having the need to punch the adjacent wall, but refraining from doing so.

{*Sigh*. I need another partner}

Although N’Ïrk thinks with who he could satiate his sexual appetite. He washes Otzzana’s body and his own, calming part of his excitement, as he leaves the Baroness rest in his bed.

{*Sigh*. At least this has provided me with a starting point for Otzzana’s training. She needs more stamina, and improve her constant awareness}

{She is sharp, but that slowness is a problem. Why does she overthink so much some of her actions?. Is she trying not to fail?. If so, i don’t get it... , Shouldn’t be faster and more efficient to fail?. Then learn what went wrong. Rather than attempting to foresee all the variables beforehand}

Unsure about Otzzana’s motivations, the young man heads to the Deck’s Gym. He focuses the best after fornicating, or with a good training session in which he improve his skills.

In the Gym, are more people present of what N’Ïrk could expect.

Vluk’Shïan, Indayra and Dyll’Phá are giving an introductory lesson to Evennette, Å’Vría, Saili’Ïckn and Mayrzzya, about the basics of hand to hand skirmishes.

The four ladies are not good in melee combat.

Evennette is a Sniper with an excellent aptitude for Marksmanship, even better than N’Ïrk.

Å’Vría and Mayrzzya are from Renown Families, always having someone else to tank or withhold possible attackers for them, not needing melee training, a severe erro they learned when Kûrjhainne couldn’t stop N’Ïrk, and almost snaps Å’Vría’s neck, even when Æ’Vérrya intervene.

Lastly, Saili’Ïckn. She is a Huntress who relies on traps, tactics, and stealth prowling, the complete opposite of what most melee combatants would do, except for assassins, and even they avoid direct confrontations.

However. Nirk is completely captivated and confused by another person. Indayra. He is seeing a strange yellow halo surrounding the Frosted Witch’s silhouette.

{That it is not the Emeneld. The golden hue is too specific to be mistaken by anyone}

At that moment, Niveilia enters in the Gym, she is not alone. The Treasurer, Harvester Hát’Thöry. And the Foreman Æ’Vérrya are together. Both have a serious expression that turns grimmer when their eyes are locked on Indayra...