69novels Chapter 251 – Not-So-Rude Awakening
Chapter 251 – Not-So-Rude Awakening
Chapter 251 – Not-So-Rude Awakening
Now, the silence is just as deafening as all those previous times, but there’s one crucial difference.
I’m speechless too.
Gaping at the gaping hole incredulously just like everyone else, I’m not sure what we’ve just witnessed. From what the Patriarch said, this was supposed to be their Magnum Opus that they had worked on for decades if not longer. Yet, it literally disintegrated faster than anyone could catch it.
Thankfully, my eyes are fairly above everyone else’s, so I did witness whatever minerals the Dwarves used to make this Golem wink out of existence. The force that consumed it originated from the middle, so the erasing process spread from within the ball’s core. Still, I doubt many cameras would be able to record it properly with how fast it was. One would need those high-speed models for shooting in slow motion.
“How did you... do that?” the Clan Head asks after partially overcoming his shock.
At this point, he’s starting to sound like a broken record. But, I understand. It does take a moment to get used to Sirgia’s peculiar talents of bringing pretty much anything she can think of into this world.
The person in question slowly turns her head to me with a delicate, questioning expression. Meeting her charming eyes, I shrug lightly. She responds with a faint nod before refocusing on the sweating Patriarch.
We don’t exchange any words or thoughts, the entire instant communication takes place thanks to just the hundreds of hours we have spent together which allows us to understand each other almost perfectly. She has been wondering how much she should reveal, but it’s obviously up to her since she knows much more about this doggy ball of annihilation. Plus, if she wasn’t confident in the witnesses being unable to reproduce her results even knowing the basics, she wouldn’t have brought it out.
“Tell me, Patriarch. What is mana?” my mate asks calmly.
The man’s forehead creases even further. “It’s an energy that’s present in all living beings and nature, a force that can be harnessed to bring out one’s latent spiritual power and manifest it in the world.”
“A textbook definition.” She hums to herself. “Since it’s an energy present almost everywhere, what form does it take?”
“What... form?” He blinks at her while frowning. “The form of... mana.”
My lover chews on her cheek. “Let me rephrase the question. What is mana made up of?”
There’s no answer as the man keeps staring back at her, which makes it clear that would give the same reply but has enough wits to understand that it is not the correct one. At least he isn’t some conceited old coot who can’t see past the previous norms.
Sirgia sighs softly. “That’s what we call this energy, not what it is. If I asked you what fire is made up of, you wouldn’t answer fire, would you?”
Shaking his head, the Patriarch grunts. “Fire is a process of burning where the air interacts with fuel. But, mana isn’t a process.”
“Correct. There’s a more scientific definition that I have learned from Master, but the simplified one is enough.” She shows a tiny smirk. “So, technically, you can say that fire is made of air and fuel that produce heat when reacting with each other. Those all can be called particles of different things, as you already know. And like everything in the world, mana is a particle of a certain kind too, which reacts with other things and produces results.”@@@@
The Clan Head strokes his chin ponderingly. I have no doubt this is a topic that was researched deeply by various races. So, this definitely isn’t all new to him. Yet, there are aspects he might be opening his eyes to.
“And what does that mean for your display exactly?” he inquires curiously.
“Particles can be... affected in a plethora of different ways.” Sirgia takes her time to consider her words carefully. “You can chill them, heat them, push them around or... split them.”
My eyes widen in a flash.
Now, hold on a minute...
There’s no fucking way she has already come up with—
“What you just witnessed is the reaction that happens when a single particle of mana is forcefully torn apart,” my bat-shit-crazy lover continues. “The energy it stores is released so violently that it collapses into itself, taking everything in its range with it. I don’t think it extinguishes reality, but I have not found a material or mineral capable of not being erased from existence. Clearly, today is not the day I do so. To my mild disappointment.”
The crickets seem to be playing in this tense arena. Or maybe it’s just me, a common modern-day Human learning that someone I know has just split an atom. On their own. With no advanced machinery or knowledge. Save for the bits that seem to have snuck into our conversations.
And perhaps everyone would be focusing on that revelation if not for her final words. The declaration is like a slap in the face that sobers up a fair amount of people. At the very least, those present with us on this battleground are staring at Sirgia in utter disbelief.
In the end, she’s just called the best thing her family can show a complete disappointment.
“Disappointment?” The Patriarch confirms my theory as he squints at her.
My genius artificer looks back at the half-ruined Golem. “I really hoped to try out at least three more inventions on that thing. But, if the middle shelf is already far over its capabilities, there’s no point in continuing.”
He pales again, swallowing heavily.
I feel you, brother. I feel you.
Clearing my throat, I capture some attention. “So, what’s the verdict?”
The challenge’s organisers are visibly grateful for the chance to switch topics and they regain some composure. Making sure he won’t stumble and fall, the Clan Head stands up and takes a few steps forward, looking directly at Sirgia.
“The victor of the Heir Showdown has been further affirmed,” he begins with a serious tone. “Additionally, I believe there are no qualms with the reasonable request of Contestant Sirgia to raise the rank of the position she receives from this event. Therefore, from this day, Sirgia Forgegraver, daughter of Siriel and Giacolo Forgegraver, becomes the family’s new Subsidiary Lineage Counselor. Since not many fully grasp the meaning of such a status, she is to be treated like a second Patriarch whose decisions have to align with the ruling Clan Head.”
A round of applause thunders through the stadium before he raises his hand to silence everyone.
“With this, today’s festivities are concluded,” the man adds. “You may return to your duties, obligations, or personal time. Be aware that there are many formal changes to be made right after this ceremony, which might impact your day. Everyone is excused from producing scheduled results. But, don’t treat it like a festival. There will be a moment and place for celebrations later. Dismissed!”
Waving his hand, the Patriarch begins walking toward one of the exits. The quick but meaningful glance he throws over his shoulder makes it clear we are expected to follow. Meeting Sirgia’s gaze, I gesture with my head to do so while heading to fetch Niel. The stunned purple-haired girl doesn’t resist as I rest a hand on her back and guide her after the other two. It’s getting louder and louder as people pack up and start leaving too.
We group up behind the man and follow him diligently. He brings us back into the main mansion, the fanciest and biggest residence in this compound. For a moment, I wonder if we are going to the audience chamber again, but just before reaching the massive entrance, we take a turn into a web of corridors. A few more intersections later we are strolling through a very rich wing.
Seeing the ornamental door on the side, I think that maybe the Patriarch has to grab something from his quarters, but we pass it without a break in our pace. Then, we stop in front of a similar stylish architectural portal but twice as big and consisting of thick double doors.
The Clan Head spins around to face us. “I really want to discuss countless things with you, but there are protocols that have to be followed and procedures to be invoked after instilling an ancient position such as yours back into the clan. I hope we can talk soon, but in the meantime, these are the Counselor’s chambers. They are yours for as long as you stay within the family. Even if they were previously unoccupied, the servants never stopped taking proper care of them.”
He pushes the wings open and gives us a peek into heaven on Naharren.
The space on the other side is massive and all the way grandiose, but not in an overdone way. A smooth wooden floor that seems made from a single polished piece, a high and open ceiling full of ribs and arches, tall and exquisite walls carved in dark mahogany, multiple doors riddling them on both sides, the back one housing several elegant windows the same shape as the door. Naturally, it’s fully furnished with a sleeping corner, dressing corner, relax corner, book corner, exhibition corner, and even work corner with some crafting stations.
Of course, the bed itself is humongous with four intricate posters and very royal canopies, which are currently bundled around those artistic columns.
“Thank you.” I offer the Patriarch our gratitude, seeing that both ladies are too overwhelmed with the opulence of these quarters.
That makes him pay a bit more attention to the woman by my side and everyone notices it.
“And this is...” he begins.
“My direct disciple,” Sirgia chimes in. “Niel will be the one representing my will at the times that I’m not present at the clan. We’ve worked together for years. Even if the fires of artisanal collaboration need to be rekindled once more, I know I can trust in her character and skill.”
Her friend ducks her head under the praise, just like a certain master artificer often does when I’m the one dispensing it.
“I see...” The Clan Head scrutinises the girl in a maid outfit. “After me, then. I’ll show you to your quarters too, Mistress Niel. Until later, Counselor. Take a moment to rest after the recent events. I wish I could too. But, formalities first.”
Mistress Niel looks at us with big eyes before hastily falling behind the Patriarch, still sneaking glances of disbelief over her shoulder. The two of us stare at each other and smirk together. She is in for some huge changes.
“After you, Esteemed Counselor.” I politely gesture inside.
Sirgia skips into the hall, because this can’t be called a room, and keeps rotating as she makes her way further in, admiring and examining everything everywhere. This could be a small two-story mansion if you squint really hard and put some separators between the open segments.
Arriving at the foot of the impressive bed, we finally stop.
“Alright.” I set my fists on my hips. “I think it’s time to address some of your completely unnecessary antics from earlier.”
My tiny lover freezes momentarily to the level of barely breathing. Her heart quickly speeds up into a thumping gallop. As much as she hoped, no, I didn’t forget. Nor will I overlook her behaviour.
Turning her head towards me at a snail's pace, she examines my face carefully, subconsciously nibbling on her bottom lip. She knows she is in deep trouble as I tap my foot against the expensive floor. Studying my stern gaze, her remorseful eyes flicker with a hint of that little excited genius before it gets wrestled back under control, replaced once more by slight gloom.
Looking away slowly, she moves towards the footrest with languid motions and climbs onto the mattress. I frown and tilt my head at her as she crawls further in while shooting me a little peek with that adorable brown eye of hers. Arriving where she intends to be, my gorgeous mate faces me again, starting to tinker with the button holding one of the suspenders from her work pants together.
My brows elevate up my forehead as the second one snaps and her open coveralls slide down her lithe frame.
“Sirgia...”
She doesn’t react to my words, shimmying out of those utility pants and revealing her thin smooth legs. Tossing them aside, my short lover pulls her shirt over her head, showcasing her pretty sports-like bra and panties she has picked for the comfort of the competition. If I’m not mistaken, she’s currently chastising herself for not going with a much different choice.
Throwing me another extremely quick look that only licks at my face as if fearing what she might see now, Sirgia unhurriedly tugs her top off too, releasing her modest bust free from its stretchy confines. It’s not surprising she slips her fingers underneath the hem of her bottoms either, dragging them down her delicious thighs sensually. Careful not to meet my eyes as she throws those cute panties away, she slides her legs underneath her butt, straightens her back, and rests her small hands atop her lap, slightly arching her back to push her humble chest more out.
I gape at the kneeling beauty sitting in the middle of the regal bed.
“No.” I exhale slowly. “You are not worming out of this by getting naked.”
Her gaze sluggishly travelling up my frame, she reaches my face with utterly sad and sweet puppy eyes. Keeping that contact stable, she deliberately spreads her knees and thighs a tad wider, bringing her joined palms close to her underbelly so it doesn’t obstruct the picture of her puffy little folds lowering to intimately kiss the fabric beneath them, a hint of pink peeking through the gaps.
“Big...” My partner-in-crime whispers involuntarily.
Smirking, I chance a glance at her. “It doesn’t bite.”
Niel meets my eyes, flushes deeply, and hesitantly reaches out. After convincing herself that it’s alright, her slender fingers wrap around my girth and she inhales softly. Afraid she might do something wrong, she tentatively rubs my shaft up and down, stopping briefly at the top to prod at the tip curiously, watching it ooze with precum.
With her still grasping my member, I grab Sirgia’s thighs and pull her close, causing a surprised yelp from the shameless Dwarf. Niel’s attention shifts between our nether regions with some curiosity. When I press my waist against Sirgia’s, the intrigued lady catches on fast and pushes my dick down to line it over her friend’s underbelly. Mild concern flickers through her expression.
I know that feeling. Been there, done that. I had the same anxiety during the few first times the two of us shared.
“Don’t worry.” I smile at her. “It might appear scary from this angle, but she’s more than well-equipped to handle it, not to mention accustomed to it. Just recall the toys.”
Realisation dawning on her, Niel glances at Sirgia’s face, who abashedly looks away, squirming under her gaze, cheeks glowing red. My assistant withdraws her hand and takes a comfortable position, giving me a respectful nod. She seems so orderly and prim. Like a true noble maid.
Drawing my hips back, I slide my member over the scorching length of Sirgia’s girly crevice. She takes a deep breath as I press my tip against her folds and part them just a tiny bit, hinting at the rosy paradise hidden behind those exquisite gates. My beautiful lover peeks at me in anticipation, still half-turned to the side.
It is not that helpful anyway as Niel takes her task very seriously. She watches the point of connection like a hawk. Any stronger and she might pierce holes in our sensitive bits. Sirgia doesn’t miss that, shuddering in her bindings.
“Now, what does my little shameless Dwarf say when she wants something really bad?” I rub myself against her delicate slit.
Sirgia continues to play along, chewing on her lip. “Please... Master... Put your incredible cock in your very eager and bothered mate... And stretch this tight little pussy until it can’t take it any more...”
“That’s a good girl.” I reaffirm my grip and push forward.
“Ahhhhmmmm....” A long moan escapes her as I sink into her welcoming embrace.
Bit by bit, I slide further through Sirgia’s squeezing channel, splitting her narrow entrance around my size. I bottom out with ease, guiding myself up to the root, thanks to how wet and used to me she is.
“Let’s begin.” I snicker as the petite lady in my hands is already flying away on cloud nine.
“Ahhhnn!” Sirgia shivers during the first proper thrust. “Ahhhnn! Ahnnn! Ahhhnnn!”
She’s already quite close from just the start, much more sensitive thanks to our unexpected audience, so I quicken the pace soon enough. Wet slapping of flesh echoes through the hall as I pound into the shortie beneath me with no mercy. Some of her lewd liquids splash around from the impact and stain not only our bodies but also Niel’s skirt and apron.
As for our spectator, she seems almost entranced by how my dick slides in and out of Sirgia’s snug passage, drawing out moans of ecstasy from the lithe woman. Her nostrils work twice as hard now as she observes our privates like her life depends on it. Even her face is heating up progressively.
“Someone is enjoying the show,” I tease Sirgia a little.
Rolling her head from one side to another, she catches sight of her best friend and immediately tightens around me.
“Ahhhnnn! Ahhhnnn! Ahnn! Ahnnn!” Her cries turn a notch louder too.
At this pace, she is going to explode right away. I might have underestimated how much she enjoys this situation. The excitement mixed with a pinch of shame at having the person who was looking up to her in the past witness her getting railed into oblivion is doing wonders for my usually withdrawn and quiet lover. Perhaps this trip might yield some additional benefits.
“Ahnnn! Ahnnn! Master! Please! Ahnnn! Master! Master!” Sirgia starts shuddering while begging in a hurried tone.
“Not yet,” I respond, gripping and fucking her harder.
“Ahnn! Ahnn! Ahnn! Please! Ahnn! Ahnn! I can’t—”
“Cum for me, my gorgeous.” I thrust into her with all my might.
“AHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!” She tips over at the same time as me and goes so rigid her body rises a tad off the mattress.
I pour all my love into her awaiting womb and fill it up to the brim. A few additional pumps ensure my milky seed paints her spasming channel white. Some of it pours outside as I pull out slowly, letting Sirgia enjoy the feeling as she groans musically the entire way. Panting like mad, I let her rest up, turning my attention to her purple-haired companion.
Niel drills holes in Sirgia’s recently creampied pussy, one of her hands hidden somewhere within her skirts. She spots me looking and blushes even harder. I nod at her in encouragement but she still brings that palm back, two of her fingers sparkling in the light. Glancing at them, she knows I know and an awkward moment passes between us as she experiences the first time not having an idea what to do with this evidence. I can guess she’s considering licking her juices off but must be worrying about me watching.
So, to help her out, I gently take her wrist and bring it to her apron, delicately wiping her fingers off. It’s already splashed with lots of liquid love anyway. Cheeks powerful pink, she mouths a silent thanks for the rescue.
Checking on Sirgia, I find her calming down with her eyes closed.
That can’t do.
This is supposed to be a punishment.
“Niel, flip her,” I give an order.
Sirgia’s eyes snap open but she doesn’t catch too much other than my sly smirk as Niel fulfills my request quicker than I thought she would. With one move, she throws her best friend flat onto her belly. My lover’s head swivels from side to side to gain some information on what’s happening, knowing damn well that smile meant more than just a switch of position.
Pushing her legs a bit more apart, I admire my work beside Niel for a little bit, both of us watching white cream flowing out of our partner’s cute slit. Then, I lean forward and pat Sirgia’s back between her shoulder blades.
“Hop on.” I glance at my helper. “I don’t think she’s learned her lesson with just that. And I will require your assistance for the next part.”
A flash of curiosity and thrill appears in her golden irises before she crosses her legs over her best friend and plops down, facing my way. She dutifully and perhaps a tiny bit eagerly awaits further instructions.
Great. Now Sirgia can’t see a thing.
Pulling a certain slimy substance out of my storage, I pour some onto my length, using the other hand to steadily stroke myself and mix all the juices together. Niel of course observes the action intently, burning it into her memory. I wonder if Sirgia can tell how drenched her panties are over her back.
“Would you be so kind as to put your hands together by their backs and slide them into the very inviting gorge between those two bubbly hills?” I ask politely.
Visualising my request for a moment, Niel’s head cocks to the back in understanding and does exactly as I described, wedging her petite palms in Sirgia’s asscrack.
“Now, twist them down while slightly pulling outside,” I continue and she hurries to follow. “Stop. Perfect.”
In just a moment, she reveals Sirgia’s sneaky upper hole to the world, parting her friend’s buttcheeks like Moses the Red Sea. Niel’s eyes fixate on that cute button, her brain slowly connecting the dots.
Or the cock with the opening.
“Very nice.” I compliment her again while rubbing some of the lube onto Sirgia’s anus too. “My last request is, push a little more and open her up for me, then keep those pesky buns of plump goodness from obstructing the view.”
She nods firmly, spreading Sirgia’s asshole a tad more, gazing even harder into the secrets of that rarely visited entrance.
Pressing my swollen tip against the little pucker, I give her my best smile. “Enjoy.”
“Oh! Ohhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Sirgia whimpers sweetly as I pop into her backdoor, that tight ring choking my hard cock viciously, and continues to moan as I journey into the depths.
Niel’s mouth opens as she spectates me burying myself in her friend’s asshole. Aiming to give her a good show, I draw back and repeat the motion. One attempt after another, Sirgia’s clenching anus shapes itself to my member and lets it inspect the backyard with ease. In no time I’m plunging in there up my very sack.
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Master! Ohhhh! Yes!” My dear mate releases pleased whines as I literally clap her cheeks while Niel dutifully keeps them spread.
To her credit, she doesn’t lose her focus, on both watching the hole getting drilled and keeping her palms in position. I hammer in and out, bumping Sirgia’s petite frame beneath Niel’s bottom. She even leans forward more to get a better view of the action, which coincidentally brings her forehead to bump against mine.
It startles her at first, but she doesn’t back away, her golden eyes staring back into mine as Sirgia’s wanton moans accompany us. The purple-haired beauty takes a small peek over her shoulder, seeing the delirious expression of her besties, and turns back to me. Her attention flicks down to the intense pounding, then briefly flickers to my lips before refocusing on my eyes. I can hear her heart speeding up, beating inside her ribcage like a war drum.
Grunting occasionally, I keep staring back, watching her. She seems to find enough courage to act on her curiosity and crosses the remaining distance to place a slow and deliberate peck over my bottom lip, keeping her mouth on mine for a good few seconds. Drawing herself back, I get the feeling that she would like to brush her freshly kissed lips with her fingers, but as they are busy with an important job, she is limited to giving them a sexy flick of the tongue.
I like to think she enjoys what she finds out through that motion.
“Master! Ohhh! Ohh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ohhh! Masteeeer! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!” Sirgia’s cries yank us both back to reality and we realise she’s been begging for a moment already, bucking underneath us like a wild animal.
Without a single word, the purple-haired lady seems to read my intentions clearly, shuffling a bit more to the back.
“Outside,” she says breathily. “She doesn’t deserve another creampie, Sir. Mark her back so she burns her wrongs into her mind as your hot cum engraves them on her skin like a permanent inscription.”
Nodding, I give Sirgia’s anus one last mighty shove and smack her on the free portion of her butt. “Cum to your heart’s desire!”
“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” My mate moans into the bedding, which only partially mutes her pleasure.
I keep myself inside her until her spasms push my cock outside. As I’m slipping out of her butt, I let it go and direct the incoming blast right onto Sirgia’s small back, marking it with multiple bursts just as Niel has suggested. I miscalculate the volume a bit and a few ropes stain her skirt too, but she doesn’t seem bothered. Quite the opposite.
We all breathe roughly for a few minutes while coming down from our highs. I realise that Niel might have come a tiny bit too the moment I thrust the final time and popped out of Sirgia’s ass. The bonus scene of me stroking it to the bountiful release aiding that process until the very end.
As the two of us stare each other in the eyes, I slowly start accepting the responsibility of awakening something new in the cute girl before me.
Or two of them.