Her lips were thin, as was her nose, and her charcoal-colored skin further highlighted the bright red of her tongue and the pearly white of her teeth, which shone whenever she spoke. Her yellowish, almost golden eyes shone with a unique intensity, contrasting with the smoothness of her skin.
"The truth is that this doesn't happen to you..." She said, almost in a whisper, before inhaling deeply the air of the hiding place. "On the contrary, your pheromones smell good... So good that they stir deep desires that I forgot existed and make me question my ability to control myself."
For a brief moment, she seemed to look at him like a tiger looks at its prey, her eyes shining with a mix of intense desire and latent hunger. But, almost immediately, she looked away and put the mask back on, as if she was trying to protect herself from herself.
"I don't think Rebecca was at fault for giving in to her instincts. I'm pretty sure that if I were in her shoes, I would have given in much sooner..."
"I understand… I ended up touching a sensitive spot. But understand my confusion, since I didn't know about your condition beyond what you revealed when we talked last night..." Gregory replied, his tone lower now, filled with guilt. He knew he had made a mistake with her, even if unintentionally.
"As I said before, I don't need your concern..." She replied, resigned and with a tired voice.
"It's not concern, Louise, I said I would take care of you later, and I keep my promises. I will do whatever it takes to take care of you and keep you comfortable and healthy. You decide what you want, I won't ask questions if it's reasonable." His voice was affectionate as he made his promise.
Louise, listening to everything, showed no visible reaction. Gregory couldn't even look her in the eyes to know how she was reacting, which made him a little wary and doubtful...
"But in exchange, can you wait until after the girls eliminate the Aligodon? I need to coordinate the operation, and the crucial moment is coming..." With an almost pleading voice Gregory continued...
But Louise didn't seem convinced, when she turned to face him and saw Rebecca still there, busy with her own needs, her face contorted into an expression of deep discontent.
"She also had to wait, and here we are... Why do I have to wait? Is she better than me? Does she deserve this more than I do? Or did you deceive and deceive me on purpose to make me look like a fool?" Louise's words came out in a whirlwind, each one more loaded with bitterness and anger than the last.
Gregory felt the weight of her accusations, but he also realized that Louise's conclusions were becoming increasingly wild and dangerous. His voice, previously restrained, now brimmed with pent-up frustration, and he knew he needed to act before the situation got completely out of hand.
"It's not her fault for giving in to her instincts, Louise, you said something like that yourself. I'm just helping her recover, that's my directive, to take care of you and control the Estronitus if the need arises." Gregory spoke calmly, but he soon realized that Louise was not happy with his answer, as she had a sour expression on her face…
"It's just a job, Louise… It could be different if she could resist and wait until later. And it won't be a job if you decide to wait…" At this point, Gregory lowered his voice and looked into her eyes… Making it clear that
"I will take care of you not as a job that must be done, but as a personal thank you for your dedication and commitment to this mission. I will take care of you with all the affection and desire at the highest level…" His voice was warm, full of insinuations and promises that made Louise's mind fill with forbidden thoughts…
"However, I will also take care of you if you decide to ignore my request. But look closely…" At this point, he stuck out his tongue and let a little saliva accumulate on the tip. As the drop formed and fell on his own chest, both he and Louise saw the moment Rebecca's eyes sparkled before she stopped what she was doing and immediately licked that drop with boundless voracity, like someone drinking water after 3 days in the desert.
"In this state, she is nothing more than a person without will, guided only by desire and instincts… I don't like this and I don't know if she deserves more than my pity for— Urgghh!"
Before he could continue, Gregory was abruptly interrupted by Rebecca, who dug her nails into his thighs with such brutal force that they pierced the skin and reached the muscles.
"!!!" Louise couldn't take it anymore. The silent frustration that had been building up for so long, combined with the high levels of stronitus and the repressed desire, exploded into a murderous intent. She drew one of her knives, ready to intervene, her eyes shining with a fury that Gregory had never seen in her before.
"Stop..." Gregory tried to stop her, waving his hand, but it was too late.
Louise was already close enough to be felt as a threat by Rebecca's senses. The woman immediately stopped her actions, raised her head and fixed Louise with a look filled with deadly hatred and frustration. The air between the two became heavy, charged with a tension that promised to explode at any moment.
Louise knew she should retreat — Rebecca, being a Taurinus, had an extremely protective nature towards what she considered hers. And in this case, Gregory was clearly her focus. Fortunately, Rebecca would only attack if she felt threatened, but Louise was not willing to give in.
Her mind screamed to get Rebecca away from Gregory, even if it meant a fight she wasn't sure she could win. She stood there, motionless, Rebecca staring at her as she gripped the hilt of the knife so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her thoughts swirled around the possibility of a fight, the consequences, the risks...
But before she could make a decision, Gregory quickly intervened.
"Come back here..." Ignoring the throbbing pain in his thighs, he roughly pulled Rebecca back by her horns.
Rebecca resisted at first, her muscles tensing and a low growl escaping her throat as Gregory pulled her back by her horns. But, almost as if acknowledging his authority, she soon gave in, allowing him to guide her back.
Gregory held her firmly against his chest, but Rebecca didn't stay passive for long. Almost immediately, her lips and tongue found his skin, licking and sucking with an aggressiveness that left red, wet marks in their wake.
And She didn't stop there. Her movements were almost frantic, as if she were trying to make up for the brief moment of interruption. Her mouth moved down his body, exploring every inch with a mixture of desire and possessiveness. When she finally reached his penis, there was no hesitation.
She enveloped him with her lips, moving with an intensity that was at once clumsy and voracious, as if she were trying to assert her dominance over him once and for all.
Meanwhile, Gregory turned to Louise, and he spoke in a serious, almost reprimanding voice: "If you don't wait, you'll be treated the same way she was... Do you understand?"
Louise kept her gaze fixed on him, but soon her eyes shifted to Rebecca, who continued to move her head up and down voraciously, an expression of satisfaction etched on her face.
She then returned to her corner and sat down, trying her best to control herself as the wet, rhythmic sound echoed in the hiding place.
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On the battlefield, Vivian ran in the opposite direction to the center, where the Aligodon was being crushed against the ground once again. She had lost count of how many times she had repeated the cycle: attack, retreat, wait, and attack again. Fatigue was beginning to set in her muscles, but the determination in her eyes remained intact.
She knew she had to end this soon—the Aligodon was clearly on the verge of collapse. Its defenses were in ruins, its resistance at its limit, and the loss of its magical barrier had left it vulnerable. All thanks to the constant, alternating attacks of fire and water, which had sapped its strength relentlessly.
Vivian was almost certain that, with a stronger attack, she and Zara could incapacitate the creature once and for all. The only thing left to do was decide which of the Hounds would have the honor of delivering the final blow. As she pondered how she would execute the attack, if she were given permission, Gregory's voice echoed in her ear through the communicator.
"Vivian, are you listening?"
"You're listening..." she replied, turning just as a pillar of water reached its maximum force, rising like a liquid tower over the battlefield.
"We will execute the final step. You have permission to strike him down..." Gregory's voice was calm, but charged with authority.