Chapter 172: Openness. (Part 3)
Deputy Director Darcia squints menacingly her beautiful pink eyes, increasing the pressure over her grip, tightly squeezing the Rogue Cadet’s manhood.
With a slow but firm movement, the Dragoness strokes up her tight hold, doing a ring like figure with her thumb and index fingers; Making use of this formation to figuratively choke Khallyon’s cock head.
"Are you sure you want to piss me off, Cadet DICK-69?"; Warns Deputy Director Darcia with an aggressive conviction, her playfulness nowhere to be seen, as she has called the Young Man by his Cadet Designation, and not by his Name.
"Of course not Darcia, but if you don’t want to trust me, you can leave, Or are you going to tell us everything we want to know?, Regardless of the Dangers attached to certain bits of knowledge?".
The Dragoness scoffs with anger, releasing from her nose an hyper heated mist of ionized gas, to put it another way, Plasma.
The temperature in the Central Lounge suddenly rises, but stabilizes itself in a few seconds.
"You are too difficult to deal with..."; Admits Deputy Director Darcia, as she is aware of how truthful is the phrase said by the Rogue Cadet "Can you be more like any other Young Man of your age?".
Khallyon snorts with amusement "If you mean acting like a horny beast, I can do that, for a little price of course, and no, I am not saying it as if I were Naíndra".
"Then?, What do you want from me?, Tell me Khallyon, How do I pay for more of your services?, especially if I want to feel again what you did to me, That blissful sensation of before, *Mhm*, It was absolutely magnificent... , Naíndra has wonderful abilities, but is not even near to what your skills are capable of".