Vicious Allure-Chapter 123: DO NOT UNLOCK

DO NOT UNLOCK

"Request denied". Says the woman with fleeting exasperation. "Agent. Proceed with the examination".

The Tomboy nods resolutely, though her gloved hand tremble as she approach the opening in the array of barriers that keep me imprisoned.

Aware of my advantageous position, it’s better for me if these women continue to underestimate me. So i absorb the Adarga below my casual clothes, not letting them know what i am capable of. The Tomboy’s fingers reach my pants, lowering them along my boxers.

She gasps with incredulity, and with good reason. The Zaggrioth have a pitiful and laughable size on their genitals. Yet, this is not the case in Azthea, six inches is pretty much the norm, despite i’m not having a boner.

Personally, i don’t believe there is a single Men in my world with less size than six inches. However, the Tomboy must disagree, or know better than me, which is evident in her expression of struggling hesitation plagued with impassive awe. "Why is not rigid?. Do you have, «That» problem?»". She murmurs to herself. "What was called?". Remembering the answer. "Erectile Dysfunction!".

{What?!}.

"No. I am a healthy, handsome, and sexually active Young Man. There is not a single chance in any world that i could be aroused by witnessing something as banal and bland as the barely noticeable curve of a woman’s cleavage".

The Tomboy Agent lowers, and deviates her gaze. "I’m painfully aware of how unattractive is my physique".

I correct her. "I didn’t say you were ugly. In fact, you are Gorgeous. But you are not giving me anything enticing to get excited... , In any case, «What is this procedure about?»".

"You don’t have to know". Comments the woman, her voice turning stern for no apparent reason. "Agent, proceed".

The Tomboy gathers her dispersed mind, and boldly holds my deflated manhood. The black glove enveloping her hand is cold, and smooth, making difficult to believe is latex, because the sensation it provides, is not different than velvet sliding effortlessly across my skin, friction becoming pretty much inexistent.

{Wow!. What is this?}.

The sensation is somehow familiar, giving me a wild idea that is quickly corroborated by the woman in charge.

"These gloves are manufactured with the Tainted lips of those women who withstand the Cekx’Appealer’s Corruption".

The statement is wild, for not to say brutish and uncivilized. Literally skinning someone’s lips to make a piece of fabric is utterly abhorrent, and mentally picture someone tearing off Kiara’s or Ines’s black lips, only makes worse my perception of these demanding and authoritative women.

Then, it clicks in me. These two belong to a Matriarchal society, and recalling the journey to this office, i realize there are no men in the facilities.

The Tomboy’s cold gloved hand moves lower, her fingers placed around the base of my cock. The touch is marvelous, yet she is clueless and too stiff on her motion, a shocking contrast to the decisive attitude she has been showing until now.

Heat starts to match the temperature of my skin, while a low vibration accompanies a few ripples of electricity, thrumming my virility like a novice cock-sucker would scrap her teeth against the phallus she should worship.

"Careful". I warn with a grunt, my discomfort and annoyance increasing with the surge of the Electric arcs changing from a natural blue to a golden orange.

{These are not Inph Electrons}.

The shock hits me hard, but the pain doesn’t come from the weird Electrons, if not from the Tomboy’s tight grip, one hand trying to ripe off my testicles, while the other pretends to remove my dick.

"Argh!. What the fuck are you doing?!". I protest with exasperated anger, and the Tomboy doesn’t seem unfazed by her hostile touch, at most, she is puzzled.

"This was usually enough to make men release their seed".

"Seed?. More like urine!". I scoff brashly, observing the crouching Tomboy with grudgeful mockery. "I told you before. I am a Young Man with prior experience. This tricks don’t work on me. Now, tell me. «Why do you want my sperm?".

The Tomboy corrects me. "It’s not about your Seed, if not what it can show us about you".

"Then be more considerate and tender with your touch".

She nods, her hands sheathed in the black gloves continue the vibrations, enhancing the sensation, rather than shake my virility with no real purpose.

Loosening her grip, the Tomboy’s is visibly less tense, yet the hold remains firm her fingers tightly wrapped around my still deflated dick.

She gives one slow, experimental pump, her eyes locked on the bulbous head still hidden under the foreskin. She continues, the motionore fluid which each stroke she performs, her breath quickens, and a crack in her clinical, silent facade is clouded by a faint tremor of excitement with the spasming growth of my cock.

Amazed by the size of my manhood, the Tomboy’s grip tightens once more, her thumb swiping over the bulbous head of my cock, spreading a bead of precum across her fingerprint.

Her eyes gleam with intense focus, not longer on my body, but on the magical energy deforming the barriers to show various ethereal screens.

[ Vurckair Arlington Vecturion ]

[ Species • Niffler / Zaggrioth ]

[ Homeworld • Nayffliryon ]

[ Stats Alignment • Mustard ]

[ Enlightened • Focused • Brimmed ]

[ Profession • Stealther ]

{That is the Niffler Me...}.

[ Vernnion (Vurckair) Vecturion ]

[ Species • Incubattey / Zaggrioth ]

[ Homeworld • Loutharn / Nrahtuol ]

[ Stats Alignment • True-Cyan ]

[ Transcended • Resonated ]

[ Profession • Holy Knight ]

{Wrong again. This represents the Mirror Me...}.

[ Vurckair Vecturion ]

[ Species • Hûrngöth-D’Kin / Zaggrioth ]

[ Homeworld • Azthea / Aehtza ]

[ Stats Alignment • True-Wine ]

[ Mutated • Corrupted ]

[ Profession • Sodomizer ] [ ±3 ]

{I am not only a Zaggrioth!. If not an Hûrngöth, and a D’Kin?!}.

I don’t have the slightest idea what are either of the two latter Species. But i’ve heard about the Hûrngöth enough times to not wanting to learn more about them. After all, the Old Man is a Zaggrioth, meaning the Hûrngöth-D’Kin DNA must belong to my Mother.

"Now you believe me about being from Azthea. Or are you still going to doubt me?".

I arrogantly state to the woman in charge, though she responds with an angered. "Silence!". That is interrupted by the noise of the office’s door sliding open.

The arriving female has a more casual outfit, though her imposing voice is threatening, having a serious bloodthirsty edge that is hard to miss. "What do you think you two are doing, nosy brats?!. It’s not within your jurisdiction to decide the outcome of those who suffer an Unwanted Exodus. Stop treating them as if they were criminals, especially when it’s a man that can cross from a World to it’s Counterpart!...".

{Is that abnormal?. Everyone in Takctoor arrived to Nrahtuol through Loutharn. Or did i miss something?}.

The woman entering in the office must be reading my thoughts, because she does a displaced grimace, as if she was aware about the current ordeal those locations are undergoing.

"It’s as you think, Youngster. Men cannot cross from any World to the Counterpart and vice versa without having gone through an Exodus. Women require to possess an adequate Alignment in their Emts to achieve the same feat".

{So it’s something similar to what i went through after arriving to Loutharn. My Emts were Red back then, later transform into Burgundy, Dark Wine, and finally, True Wine}.

"Not necessarily, Young Man. The Stats Alignment is not simply about the amount of Stats anyone possesses, as it involves each individual’s personality, and if obtained, the Gifts must be compatible too".

{I see. That is why Nissi changed from having Brown Emts to Coral. She accepted an intrinsic part of herself that she had relegated before meeting me}

{While i managed to transform my Halo from Red and Black, to True-Wine after losing the Mentality and accepting my own disposition regarding the Old Man...}.

"Can i be released now?. Although. I don’t mind to keep this sexy Tomboy attending me". I comment amusedly, making the Agent to suddenly jump back, her touch leaving my hardened dick.

The new woman laughs. Although her gaze is aggressive, locked on the pink haired woman, who deactivates the barriers, setting me free. Not opposing to the newcomer’s hinting me to follow her.

I’m quick to fix my attire, though i’m more upset about having a boner. It’s not that i can’t calm my erection. But if someone is hungry, you don’t tease them with fragrant food in front of their nose. And that is exactly what this woman is doing with me, swaying her ass cheeks with hypnotic rhythm.

"I don’t know what those two told you, so i’ll give you a quick rundown of your disastrous situation".

{How kind}.

She giggles, arching her back, slapping lightly her own buttocks. "Azthea is a Banned World. However, Aehtza is not a Proficient World, but an Exalted World. You can’t stay in any of them for long. So I’ll send you through an Anomaly and exile you, stripping you of your Resident status to become a Globe-Jumper. That way you won’t have to deal with another Exodus... , Well, Probably you won’t have to".

She does a pause. "Wherever you arrive, you will have to rebuild your life. The truth is that we shouldn’t interfere, but in one way or another, we are an integral part of the events occuring".

"Like the Terrorists on Azthea?. They didn’t just want to destroy whatever was on the moon, but your organization too"...