Arc I - The West Horizon [Eteru/Richard]

The Line Rifle Sean had was an revived relic, updated from the ‘Wire Rifle’ that their people were so proficient at using by adapting to more modern energy weapons, it’s spooling cycles charge quickly and each shot rang out with a loud crackle as Sean kept firing into the dummies. The shots would penetrate the sheet metals and scrap he was using easily, ripping through the bark and slightly boring the rocks they were propped up against. These weapons were the preferred weapon of choice to the Eliksni, unparalleled precision but at the cost of a brief energy trail. The firing mode was affected by the interchangeable scope, a x3 lens for mid range and a x15 for longer range engagements. The marksmen could switch these scopes with an easy swap, the x3 was for more rapid fire shots with far less damage while x15 took longer to charge. Perfect for longer range shots so the energy does not dissipate before hitting its mark. Newer designs leave no trail but with little damage pay off… Though it had fallen into the background as the weapons on homesteaders, traders, and traditionalists.

Sean paused after one shot as he heard Lincoln speak up. He kept his rifle aimed yet listened to Lincoln, hearing of his witness to Gods and the genesis of his own world. What he was saying… To most people that would sound mad, to talk of Gods in the flesh was strange… But Sean could hear it in Lincoln’s voice. And from experience, he knew what Gods could do. All Eliksni were made aware of what terrible power Godly beings were capable of. The emergency alliance that blossomed into the now ruling House of Vengeance was the result of the actions of a God. Sean was orphaned because of the actions of that God. The very last of his line.

Sean began to lower his rifle as he continued to listen, he wanted to tell Lincoln that it was alright. That he didn’t need to explain himself… But he hung on every word. Being told that Lincoln no longer thought that an easy life was for him he could understand that… But if what he heard next was right. Then it all made sense why he found Lincoln the way he did.

Listening to Lincoln’s story to its fullest as night began to loom overhead as a pink light from the nearby gas giant now painted the land in its soft glow did he hold his weapon at his side as he turned to Lincoln. The luminous glow of his cyan eyes were filled with recollection, with tempered grief and a measure of new understanding. “While… It is not exact. I do not need to imagine terribly hard. I cannot say… That I could ever prepare myself for losing my universe. It seems….”

Sean took several moments, it was so unthinkably preposterous. To lose a universe, to imagine the confusion and misery of it all for all those who were bystanders to the whole ordeal. “I don’t know…”

“But… I was but an adolescent when my father and mother were taken from me. All my siblings lost. To the Dark one… An immense Cosmic Hydra that played with us for sport and allowed the survivors to flee… My father was the Kell of one of the Founding few that make up our ruling House. They were named the House of Broken Dreams. Story tellers, lore keepers, warriors all… He and my mother stood by the other Kells so we could escape. The Hydra still destroyed several ships, including Live ships, in the retreat.” That day was a dark period for all Eliksni in Hoshi. It marked the second near extinction event that they had suffered. They were left leaderless and alone. Wandering until they could find a new home, and allies…

“At that time my greatest concern was living up to my family's expectations. And perhaps taking over as Kell… Now I stand as the last of my line. With nothing but this rifle and my original name to remember them by… It cannot compare to your loss my friend. But I understand parts of it.” The part about the secret society of magic users seemed pretty strange, but then again his people have only started to see a smattering of people amongst their kind rediscover their ability to use magic again. “I won’t ask anymore of you than what you have told me unless you are willing, Lincoln. I… Thank you for telling me even though we had just met.”

He gave a simple, quiet nod. With greater understanding now forged between them he decided to leave the conversation at that to let the new information sink it. Walking away back to the house. His mood shifts back to hunger when he sees Ialla in baggy clothing. “You look nice in that, I like it when a shirt is oversized. You can do so many things under it.” Lincoln croons. Sauntering over to her on the couch. He sat down right next to her. “Makes it easy for me to move around in.” Ialla would feel his hand slip under her shirt. Sliding up her back. Making a few circular movements with it. The lack of restriction from the fabric made it easy to do so. He leaned his head forward to plant a trail of kisses up her neck.

He used his other hand to tug the front of her shirt a bit to ensure they cover her thigh. “This is my favorite thing to do with charming women like you.” He extended his arm further behind her back. His hand curved around her. The baggy shirt hid where it was going. But Ialla would feel his fingers entering her hot core. "Can you feel what I'm writing on your body?" he asked her with his seductively comforting voice. It was ‘Love’

As he casually serviced Ialla he looked forward to the television. This was his first time he saw what this galaxy has to offer in terms of televised programs. He saw adverts on digital billboards and that was about yet. Now that he thought about it, this was his proper first time that he was paying attention to the fact that he was in a whole new galaxy. A galaxy with who knows how many years of history within it. Back in his world, the internet has only been a thing for a little over twenty years. It was a bit melancholic when he considered the full scale of it. A televised program schedule for shows outside of the news must have been impossible due to the sheer amount of competition there would be for those spots.

He wouldn’t be surprised if the collection in streaming services was immense. Hundreds of new shows must be being made each year and hundreds more are renewed for another season. No doubt the filtering system being very detailed must be the stand for streaming services in order to help their customer find exactly what they want to find or are close to their preferences. The reason he felt melancholic because he’s imagining how often good shows are buried under a mountain of other content. Granted that is where the audience come on, promoting shows that are underrated and put into lists according to a certain theme. Geez, the internet must be massive as well. Perhaps that is what the extranet is called? “What’re we watching, Ialla?” He asked. Peppering her cheek with a few kisses. Her face was just so kissable.

The pair separate for the moment, Sean knowing full well that he’ll likely have to go back at some point to help clean up after those two. He let out a soft sigh but kept a smile on his face as he hefted his rifle up again and got back to his training for just a short while longer. I just hope they can clean up their own messes. Spirits forbid that my mother finds the stains they leave behind if they don’t.

Once Lincoln came back Ialla perked up from her slouched position on the couch in the living room. The room was set up with most of the furniture facing to the right side of the room which had a large holographic screen illuminating a wall next to a door that led to another room, a small closet with bits and pieces inside. The projector under the large screen was a small 15 centimeter large box with blue grooves that slowly pulse all over the box like hieroglyphs all feeding to the top where a small blue sphere embedded in the box created the projection, the projector itself was situated atop a mantelpiece with a holographic fireplace that had an inbuilt heater for the winter. There was a large 3 person couch in the direct line of sight of the screen with a small coffee table between it and the mantelpiece/fireplace. There was a second seat next to the couch that was suspended by cables attached to the roof and a side draw next to the wall closest to the door.

Ialla let a smile spread across her face but let her sighs and groans muffle in her mouth as she looked up to Lincoln as he slipped next to her on her couch and slink his hand up her back. “I chose it so I could be comfy, but if it helps you be more discreet then I don’t have any objections.” She says in a hushed tone as she finds herself being torn from her attention to the show she was watching.

Her eyes widen with surprise as she can feel his hand snake its way into her pants as he purposely pulls at her top to conceal his hand. Her shirt was more than baggy enough to conceal his hand and arm. She even raised one of her arms, tempted to cover her mouth but leaving it as Lincoln started to pepper her with his affections. What a lovable pest he was, Ialla was getting to really enjoy the attention she was getting from him. She slightly arched her back with his ‘writing’ in her hot core. “S-Such an unfair word to write. But yes~”

As he gets into asking what she was watching she manages to recollect herself from the quivering mushy state that she was slowly declining into for a moment to explain what she was watching. From a glance it appears to be an animated show depicting some sort of land battle between two opposing forces in an urban setting. “It’s an old cartoon that used to show up in the Nebula, it's a spin off from a line of movies called ‘Stellar Wars’. The first few seasons are okay bar one of the characters being disliked by the community that watched this hardcore. They brought out a seventh season for it recently and I’m currently watching that. It’s widely loved by its fanbase.” She says in between breaths as she does her best to keep her concentration.

“I see.” He drawls. Gazing at Ialla’s beautiful face as she does her best to concrete. Liking to watch her squirm he pressed at her Q-spot whenever she felt she got a good hold of herself. He wrote ‘Love’ on that as well. “I certainly like these sorts of cartoons. Been a long while since I did.” He suckle on Ialla’s neck for a moment to recall those distant days. There were certainly times in Chaldea where he did watch stuff for entertainment. Movie night was one of those moments. He let go of her neck. If she was human there would have been hickies all over it. “What’s your favorite genre?” He asks. Still making a mess out of her downstairs.

He looked at the screen. Using more of his fingers to make her quiver. “I’m a fan of more calmer things I suppose. Not romance stuff, never saw the reason in watching them when I have the best experience right here.” He teases. Kissing her on the cheek. It would make sense to others that he would prefer things on the relaxed side of things. To relax after a long, stressful day. “That makes me wonder what the lewd stuff must be like online if this galaxy is filled with beauties like yourself.” He pressed her fun button to draw a erotic noise out of her.

He was semi-serious of course. Horny was a powerful force. If what he saw so far was the standard for behavior towards sex. It wouldn’t surprise him if they allowed outright porn on streaming services. Then he remembered something after giving Ialla yet another kiss. “That’s right, Sean said something about the Extranet didn’t he?”

His continuous teasing of her fun button certainly didn’t go unrewarded, each press and finger motion made against it drove back what control she was desperately holding onto as her legs shivered and shook before they started to bunch up as he drove her to wave after wave of climax, dirtying her loose fitting pants with wet lust. Each wave left her quivering and less resilient to the next wave to pass over her while the sweet scent of her would cover his hand. The funny thing about that would be that he could start to see dark marks showing on her neck, since there were no exoskeletal plates on her neck to be flexible he would be met with soft flesh that yielded under his lips just as much as he rest of her did, desperately clinging to cohesion while her moans of pleasure only seem to the grow less and less restricted, her sweet notes of lust and carnal joy’s sang right into his ear as she clinged to him with three of her arms with one loosely holding on to his arm that kept writing love on her joy buzzer.

“M…. Mmmm! M-My favourite g-Gguhhh… Genre? Fantasy is mine. C-Comedy is a close second” Speaking of close, Ialla would start to squirm and grit her teeth again as a new wave passed over her, splashing sweet love against his hand while he teased and complimented her more about her being a beauty. How could she possibly not love every second of this. She was starting to feel very sensitive.

“O-Oh the extranet? Y- Ahhh… You can access it using the controller.” She says as she leans forward enough to look to Lincoln’s left. There was a slim and featureless rectangle on the draw beside the couch. Once he touched it there would be a holographic display of numerous keys, the basic setup of any controller such as Source, setup, home, volume, and some others like an Extranet button.

When he pressed on that button it would come up with a new blank page with a taskbar near the top with folders for the household members like Ialla, Sean, and two others names which was Olivia and Saxon, there was a search bar and several suggested tabs of sites and news sites that had last been accessed. Mostly streaming services like Mosney+, Webflic and Score Studios. While others were other sites like Utube, Facetome, Smoke, Chitter and some others.

While the pair of them were getting along on the couch, Sean had come home but the two of them were likely so engrossed in each other that he would largely go unnoticed as he made his way into the kitchen in the next room, starting to prepare some human food like chips and steak.

As much as he wants to make Ialla sign to high heaven. Sean had been keeping up with his antics all day so he figured to let him have some silence for once. Giving a few final, strong thrusts, making her release hard ease time, he then finally withdrew his arm. As expected his hand was slick. Ensuring she was watching him he sensually licked his hand clean of her fluids. Smacking his lips once he is done. He curls his arm back around her. This time just resting his hand on her stomach. Leaning in he whispered to her. “You did a good job, beautiful, a few more sessions like that and you’ll be able to keep a straight face when I play with you in front of your parents.” It was a tease of course. But he was intrigued in how lewd Ialla can be. Speaking of which.

Using the alien device he clicked into her folder. “Let’s see if you’ve been naughty shall we?” He smiled mischievously. If there was anything that caught his eye he would look at it. If not he would go to the search bar over in Utube. The overall mood made him curious about an important subject. So he typed ‘Elksni Restraint Tutorials’. Sure enough he got hits. With a galaxy there is bound to be at least a handful of perverted souls out there that fulfill any niche. There was a very popular channel. Well, popular in relation to any other channel he came across.

The channel is run by a female Valorian who is vibrant and very passionate in the content she makes. Content in question is all about BDSM. She is usually always sporting dominatrix attire but takes on a more casual appearance when the content in question is not overly sexual. There was a playlist titled ‘How to dominate a X!’. In it were videos individually focused on a race. How to dominate an Taurus, how to dominate an Anubite, how to dominate an Deviant, and most recently she posted a video about dominating an Elksni. Given the relevance he clicked on it. Interestingly it was actually pretty educational while fun to watch. It was cool to see various binding techniques custom for the Elksni biology. “Looks like I have a few things to try out tonight.” He said. Giving Ialla a seductive side look.

Sean could hear the pair of them plotting something absurd in the next room, voicing them over the sound of meat getting seared in a pan. “You keep your degeneracy away from mom and pop you horny bastards.” Eliksni had keen senses that are stronger than most species, they need to be in order to survive in a varied number of environments, and for Sean it was especially trained. Much to his dismay as the music in the truck ride here did not save him from the raunchy details.

Ialla’s face turned a deep purple as she heard her brother in the next room, not even realising he was home. She started to cover her face, though there was… A wrong sort of thrill to it. Lincoln’s teasing of doing it infront of their parent’s may happen at some point. But right now it seemed she was still recoiling from getting called out from another room. Though that thought would soon disappear as a whole new worry popped into her head as Lincoln went snooping through her bookmarked videos. “H-hey wait don’t just go in there!” She says through slurred words as she was still coming back down from her hazy post orgasm mindset.

Much to Lincoln’s surprise and likely chagrin he would find several bookmarked videos on human mating rituals, some ‘questionable’ workout videos that features several different species of aliens, mostly being human and Deviant Trikes with Ialla seeming to have a preference for ‘large objects’ it would seem. It was clear that these videos had a purpose other than fitness for Ialla, and several edited bookmarks titled ‘research’ with an icon that looked similar to a certain hub back in his Universe. There were also some actual bookmarks that were purposely forced to the top, mostly social media links and another Utube link to a ‘Vampire’ Vtuber that she liked to watch.

Once Lincoln stopped bullying her on her choices of bookmarks they would move on to the rather eye opening tutorials on Utube featuring a Valorian doing bondage on an Eliksni… Sean was poking his head into the room to see what they were watching before he would notice something… Unfortunately humorous. “Oh dear stars, that's Ghayla.”

“What?!” Ialla perked right up and started to actually focus on the video. Noticing the markings on her arms and thigh as she was getting strung up. “Oh stars it is!!” She says before she looks up to Lincoln, a huge grin being on her face. “Ghayla is a splicer that helped me and Sean learn how to handle tech. She was such a hardshell… Seeing her so submissive here… Actually makes some sense. I knew she was a sub.”

“You did not.” Sean said from the doorway into the kitchen. “Though I’ll admit that I had no idea she was so agreeable either.” He slinks off back to his cooking.

The corner of his mouth crook into a sly smile. “I can’t help it, your parents brought such a perverted daughter into this world.” He called back to him. “How can I not tease her.” Slipping his other hand up under her shirt he attacked her with surprise tickling. It was a bit tricky since a lot of ticklish areas that would normally be found on humans are different on Elksni. Fortunately in the last few hours he came to learn a lot about Elksni biology and what parts are sensitive.

Seeing Ialla’s research continues to cement his view on how degenerate Hoshizora was in this region of the galaxy. “My point being.” He side-eyed her. “Looks like we really do have lots of stuff to do when we go to bed.” He pulled her closer to her. It made him interested to see what lewd things were hiding in the closet of the other family members in the household. But he held it off. Ialla was his main focus right now. Scrolling down her bookmarked videos he saw the equivalent of 3-D hentai. Pressing the play button they watched the short animation. In it was a woman getting very stretched from ‘large objects’ to cartoonish proportions.

A thought came to him. “You know,” He started. Circling his fingers on Ialla’s stomach. “My magic is especially potent when put to tantric uses. I can very much bring this into reality.” It took a second for him to realize something. “Oh yeah, I know magic by the way.” Magic became such a common aspect to his life that he forgot it wasn’t something that most people would know about. Makes him wonder what sort of paranormal forces that Hoshizorans are aware of.

When they got to the bondage video it was a bit interesting to hear that they knew the sweet Elksni in the video being dominated by the Valorian. “Huh, small galaxy.” Later the autoplay took them to another video. A tierlist video, much like the ones he had back home. Only this was a bit more different. It starts off with a wide shot of all of the Valorian’s dolls hanging from the ceiling. All blind folded. Robes were tied to their ankles in a way to keep their legs separated. All were quivering from the sex toys inserted into them.

The Valorian went down. Spending a few concise minutes on each of them. Both playing and directing to certain aspects of their biology as she expresses her opinion on each of them. Aside from the usual score graphic showing up on screen, there was also a surprising amount of educational tibits showing up in boxes. Detailing their respective homeworld, natural habitat, common diet, ect. The ‘Deviant’ was the most interesting. With such a large bosom and thick proportions he would have thought she would be ranked high. But instead she ranked her a F. turns out her kind, Watrikes, were very rare outside of Trikon. The Valorian is very happy with her Trike doll, but she expresses she can’t encourage her followers because it’s simply too hard to find a cute little sub like her Trike.

The notion that they were hard to find outside of Trikon was a bit of a disappointment for Lincoln. It was strange to find out that they don’t produce milk despite having practical milk tanks on their chest. “That doesn’t feel right…” He frowns. That line about their people coming out of nuclear war must have caused some genetic damage. Or some god out there was a virgin and didn’t know how women's biology worked. There were the only two possibilities he could think of.

Ialla gave a warm yet coy smile to Lincoln saying that her parents had brought ‘such a perverted daughter into the world’. He certainly wasn’t wrong but it wasn’t like it was all at once. “Hy, I traveled that slippery slope by myself. My parents, beside the act of bringing me into this world, are innocent of this slander~”

Sean rolled all four of his eyes and left them to it for the time being. Though more time with Lincoln meant less time she was pestering him, he loved Ialla truly as his sister but this was a double edged blade that he was willing to let them indulge in. That thought only echoed further as Ialla would be trying to wriggle away from Lincoln’s tickling, with plees for him to stop muffled over her laughter.

Now, Ialla was getting to learn quite the important piece of info from Lincoln as the two watched as a bookmarked 3-D animation, that Sean couldn’t believe his sister had also bookmarked, that Ialla quite enjoyed could potentially be made a reality thanks to Lincoln revealing that he has access to magic. Her mind slipped two fold. One half finding it really amazing that Lincoln too had access to magic, while the other was quickly absorbed with the fantasy of being stretched over an invading tool that left a noticeable outline on her body. Neuron’s were quickly firing in favour of purely one side of her thought process. “S… So you can alter body parts???”

Sean however would come into the room with three plates in hand, with a bowl full of condiment packets in his fourth hand, setting the plates and bowl down on the coffee table for the three of them to enjoy while he weighed in. To bring some normalcy before his sister displayed just how strong Ialla could be by whisking him away to her room. “You can channel the glow? I have heard your people refer to it as Magic. Your kind are pretty rare, we don’t see many that can wield it. Our kind have only started to rekindle our old ability to channel such now that the Kell of Kell’s has found us a new Great Machine.”

Sean started to get enthralled in this degenerate tier list too, he was by no means a prude. He just didn’t want to be in the same room as a new friend and his sister as they got down and dirty. He too was rather upset by the Trike’s unfortunate biology. “It’s like a cruel joke… I don’t understand it. Our Kind lays eggs and our women can still lactate…”

“Someone has a thing for Trikes.” Ialla attempts to tease him with a smug look on her face.

“Say’s the gremlin size queen who skips out in ether so she can stay small.” Sean returns the serve, with a smug look of his own while Ialla blushes and huffs into Lincoln’s chest. “Besides. I just like women that are bigger than me, the sheer comfy of it sounds amazing. An unfortunate fetish since our kind can grow as big as Taurus and I’m already bigger than most humanoid aliens on this planet. And unless I can find myself a Dragon once I get that big, it is a dying fetish for me.”

“I don’t knoooow.” Lincoln croons. Lifting his hand beneath her shirt to cup her breast. Kneading it with his finger. He nuzzles his cheek against hers. Speaking in a low, teasing tone. “Perhaps it’s why your brother is so lenient with me. Because he and your parents knew that you needed a mate terribly to relieve your hormonal mess of a body.” Before she could retort he lifted his other hand to turn her face to him so that he could passionately make out with her.

He ceased his heated love feast with Ialla when Sean came into the room. But not the massage of her breast beneath her shirt. Did slow down to not make it too noticeable of course. Hearing Ialla’s surprise made him lightly chuckle. “Oh I can do so many things my dear.” He gave her breast a firm squeeze. “Such as speeding up the growth of your chest. Along with other things.” He rested his other hand on her thigh. The mere act sent ripples of pleasant fire across her nerves. “I’m quite proud of my craft. I wasn’t being melodramatic with who I slept with.”

Seeing food being put on the table he finally truly let go of Ialla to get some food in his belly. He was quite famished to say the least. Looking over to Sean he gave a blank stare. “I suppose you could say I’m one of a kind.” He said dryly. Sean truly doesn’t socialize well. Lincoln brushed it off this time. “I don’t know. The universe is a big place. It’s safe to say that they are different things entirely.” Especially when one of them is not from said universe.

He became amused when he started hearing about their fetishes. “And here I thought Ialla took all the hormones when you two were born.” He teased Sean. “As for my fetishes, eh I’m a bit varied. If I had a crowning fetish it would be Tomgirls. But other than that, I have a wide pallet.” He would truly fit well with the Iammelonian xenophilia. He has no qualms in having a fun night with any of the groups he has seen so far.

Lincoln would continue to have fun with the siblings. For the time being his present woes were being suppressed by his horniess. As well having plenty of strange new things to distract him. Keeping his mind off of the many things that rest heavy on his bones. That night he would have fun showing off the wide array of his magical prowess in the tantric arts to Ialla. Many of which outright defied biology and would have scared Sean if he saw it. Unlike the first day with the siblings, he was more proper when meeting their parents the next day. Aside from some stealth teases with Ialla when they weren’t looking.

Sean didn’t care for Lincoln using him as an excus to pound his sister… But it wasn’t like he was wrong with his assessment. It was a double edged blade like he alluded to in thought earlier. He hopes that with Ialla to help ground him in the present he would find a new reason to continue living and seek a new purpose, and Ialla would find a way to deal with her raging hormones and desires through the surprisingly horny alien that had fallen into their laps. Of course Sean was surprised with just how horny Lincoln was, and he certainly wasn’t looking to set her up with just anyone… But if things kept progressing the way they had it would have been him piping his sister to stop her from relieving herself on some weirdo on the extranet. And for some reason he would feel second hand disappointment from somewhere… But clearly he must have been mistaken.

Ialla let out a delighted sigh as she could feel his warm palm against her breast, cupping and kneading her flesh while he continued to verbally tease her. Of course once food came she divided her attention between eating and loving the feel of his fingers sinking into her flesh while he weaved hopes of larger assets into her head. Which certainly got her attention. A soft gasp filled her throat as her eyes eagerly darted down and then expectantly back up to meet his gaze. “You can do that? I would love to go up size… Or three…”

Sean really was bad at socializing, out of the pair of them Ialla was the social butterfly while he was a mess and an introvert. Lincoln’s dry reply did wound him, he didn’t mean to make that unfortunate verbal mishap. He didn’t even notice it until after Lincoln had said it that he slumped back into the suspended chair. “Aaaah…” He let it go in favour of just joining into the conversation of degeneracy, there was no way he could possible fuck this up right? He really hoped so.

Once Lincoln had teased him about his fetishes and joked that Ialla got all the hormones between them he just gave a soft smirk. “Considering you're not my type, I doubt you would have noticed it. Though Ialla totally got more than her fair share of the hormones.” Hearing that Lincoln preferred Tomboy’s was unsurprising considering how Ialla carried herself, she was quite the tomboy. As for his ‘wide pallet’ the siblings would both get a taste and take his word for it.

The night would go on, with Sean being none the wiser to the lewd magic tricks happening in his sisters room as they explore things that one would see in those 3-D ‘animations’ that the pair of them seemed to be enamoured with and now much to Ialla’s enjoyment, to be putting it mildly. It was better that he didn’t know, though perhaps in his future he may learn such arts purely for his own… Curiosity.

Several days would pass by with Lincoln meeting Ialla and Sean’s adoptive parents. Saxon and Olivia, Saxon was a human male who worked as an Infantryman in the Confederate forces before he retired to settle down. Olivia was a human as well, working as a combat medic for the Confederates and working in the same unit as Saxon, the decision to leave the military and help raise Eliksni hatchlings was not one that was easily made but one they did happily. They were quite surprised to see that their daughter was so taken with a strapping man who was so well mannered, neither of them had any opposition to him staying in a guest room they had for the time being as long as he helped around the Homestead, which would be helping keep pests out the fields, helping with harvesting, and going to trade in Ether at the Markets. Completely seemingly unaware of Lincoln and Ialla’s secretive teasing while they were not looking.
On one of those several days, Ialla would be working alongside Lincoln and Sean to move some supplies that they had gone into the Colony for after trading Ether tanks at the Bazaar there. While they were putting it all away in one of the many storage sheds there would be a bright flash of light and a concussive eruption that flung Ialla one way into the ground behind her and the box she was carrying forward and crashing into Sean.

The eruption had seemingly no origin and Ialla was unharmed, she was bathed in a soft glow as she lay flat on her back that seemed to heal the strange misfire that reacted to her frustration of lifting all these heavy crates. Sean was slightly concussed but uninjured, being sought to by Olivia while Saxon and ex-Kell Vaxim did their best to make sense of the spontaneous eruption and Ialla’s surprise awakening of her light.

Vaxim had his own theory, of which he simply said ‘he couldn’t be sure’ and would follow it up later. Saxon however was more joyous about this, he didn’t have a talent for paranormal abilities but was quite enamoured with it personally despite the fact he’s had to fight magic users on numerous different occasions. So seeing his daughter manifest it was nothing more than miraculous since he knew the Eliksni people had lost their connection to magic forcefully centuries ago, according to Vaxim.

Once everyone had calmed down, Vaxim was able to invite Lincoln for a word. Hoping that the young man would entertain him for the moment while the Fyrr family celebrated Ialla’s manifestation of magic. The old veteran met Lincoln while Vaxim worked in the greenhouse, tending to his tomatoes and other veggies with tender care for his relative monumental size compared to the much smaller plants. “I know I have not asked you yet. I didn’t want to pry but Ialla’s sudden manifestation of Light surprised me. It is… Awesome, to watch the old gifts of our cowardly god breathe life again. I was never sure, I am not even sure now… Do you think her potential was awakened by your… Relationship? I don’t mean to pry, but… If that is the case I can only wonder why more awakenings have not happened…”

Lincoln knew that something was manifesting within Ialla back when they had the most magical experience in the bedroom. There was a moment where he performed a very crude form of magic. Blanking Ialla’s mind as she’s hit with orgasm after orgasm. Her eyes roll to the back of her skull, random brain signals making her limbs twitch and flop around. Strange electricity dances around her form momentarily. He didn’t bring it up in the morning because he admittedly forgot about the detail in a night of perverse play. That and he was simply ignorant on what is considered normal or not.

It was a pity he couldn’t get to Ialla in time to give him his brand of medicine but he let the family be. A while later he was dragged to the side by the old Elksni. Hearing what he had to say he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I believe that I may have caused it. My body produces magical energy. Said magical power is prone to merge with the fluids such as blood or…semen of the magus, and these fluids are good at holding in magical energy for some time even after leaving the body. This by itself wasn’t enough, but it was the nature of my Origin being carried through my magical energy.” He briefly explained what Origins were. But didn’t get to the nature of his own yet. “Considering what mine is, I very likely have resparked whatever your people once had.” By dousing her soul in white but he didn’t need to know that detail.

If it was any constellation to Lincoln, Ialla would have preferred the alternative too. But it was hard not to ignore her father’s fierce enthusiasm. It was easy to see where Ialla got her fiery attitude and bubbly outlook from as he got to know Saxon. Though her mother was more curious about how the power sparked, if anything, it may be best to leave the part about magic fluids out of the equation for the time being until things had calmed down.

Now with Vaxim, the old Eliksni listened to Lincoln’s explanation. He was dumbfounded that magic could work like this… Then again he had only ever known it as the Light, or the glow as his people came to revere it as after they had lost it. He had never heard of an Origin however, this new information did bring to light the strange occurrence of Ialla’s awakening and why no other Eliksni that had paired up with magic users had produced magical offspring or had an awakening of their own…

An effect unique to Lincoln then… Still plenty I do not know. But I did promise not to pry. I don’t know enough about the lad nor does he know me well enough yet.

There were heaps of curiosity in the head of the Ex-kell to be sure, he wanted to hear more for sure. But he knew it was best to deal with one thing at a time. The very fact that Lincoln had the same power as their Kell of Kell’s was fascinating… Though the Kell of Kell had the help of their new God and the use of ‘Spirits’ to help provide the medium for awakening. He didn’t know the difference between these two methods… For all he knew Lincoln’s way was just pouring fuel and throwing a match on the embers while the Kell of Kell was carefully tending the flames…

Mmm, no… Too pessimistic. This is a wondrous occasion, and Ialla seemed no worse for wear. It was certainly an explosive awakening but she was fine after the fact.

Vaxim was carefully trimming at one of the tomato plants as he spoke to Lincoln, his voice was bright with merry tones. “A strange occurrence, but one that fills this old soul with much joy. Each Eliksni that regains their glow is a gift. And to see that happen in one so young is a gift, a new reason to have hope for my peoples future. I thank you for that, Lincoln.”

Soon the old warrior set down his clippers and looked to Lincoln directly. He could still feel much turmoil in the young man. He could still feel something unsurmountable behind those eyes. Being with Ialla seemed to quell it but not chip away at it… He had also seen some chance in Sean as well, a seeming re-emergence of spirit that had the young man come to him for tales of his old days as a Kell. Lincoln had done more than spark Ialla’s magic but for Sean’s lost desire to become a leader. “Are you enjoying your time here Lincoln? Have any plans for what you will do in the long run?”

Lincoln shook his head, “They’re different things. Like how oil and water are both liquids but are entirely different. Magic is not your Light. And Light is not Magic.” He lifted his forearm. Blue circuits lighting up his flesh. “These are my magic circuits. A pseudo-nervous system which qualifies a person to be a Magus. It allows me to convert Life Force into Magical Energy. That Life Force is called Od, life-force energy found within living organisms such as myself. And I’m the only one around who can produce it.” The only one in the entire galaxy.

But speaking about this Light. It had long seeped into his being. Makes sense, because he wasn’t a part of this universe he was a void in space that the Light was filling in. “My connection to Ialla was two way due to how our essences blended with one another.” He commented. Perhaps in time the new spark in him will grow. Who knows, he doesn’t know much about the Light. Only guess its properties by feeling it with his Od. It gave him that sensation of magic that defied the limitations of the rational universe. Of something paracausal.

His analytical pondering was put on hold when the ex-kell thanked him. He rubbed the back of his neck again. Who would have thought that by ground pounding an Elksni he inadvertently resparked a racial gift long thought lost to them. For some odd reason he got a feeling that he’s going to be quite busy in the future. “No need to thank me for something that I didn’t know would happen.” He was too distracted for that. “But...I suppose it’s hopeful to see. It must have been very valuable to your people.”

He gave a shrug when the ex-kell asked him what his long term goals are. “I...am enjoying my time here.” It helps when he has such a lovely woman like Elksni like Ialla to keep him distracted from his woes. Whenever her parents were around or looking, he was on Ialla like a blood-starved leech. Doing all manner of lewd things with her. Aside from all the perverse moments he knew that he was stalling. “I do however need some time on my own, to find...myself I think.”

Hearing Lincoln expand on his explanation only had Vaxim realising that perhaps that Lincoln was one of a kind… His theory’s growing more wild as to who Lincoln was but settled them aside for the time being. Though in looking at Lincoln and feeling the flare of Ialla’s Light he realised that he was right. The Eliksni’s light and the magic found around here were vastly different, Lincoln’s magic was just as different. The Glow was not comparable to Hoshi’s magic. Then again not much was known about the light, it became a footnote in his peoples culture by the time of the Whirlwind…

The only person who he could think of that could possibly answer his own questions and likely ones that Lincoln has now are members of the House of Starlight. The Archon Priest of the House of Starlight was someone like him, an Eliksni that was alive during the time of the Whirlwind and survived into the modern era but now wielded the Light once more. He wondered if this awakening that Ialla had would lead to something unexpected… It was unlikely that they could keep it a secret for very long.

He could feel Lincoln’s turmoil after he had thanked the young man, he did expect him to be modest but this more likely he could not properly take the thanks with his own position being what it was. Though his comment of this occasion being very valuable to his people only made him smile. “That would be an understatement my human friend… We had only just begun our golden age under the shadow of our god, the Great machine. We had only just expanded our newly united peoples to the outskirts of our solar system when the great howling whirlwind uprooted our civilization and our cowardly god fled by itself. Leaving us all to die. With the Light we may have had a chance to repel the invaders, to fight for our homes and families… The choice to abandon our world and flee powerless was made for us. Tens of thousands scattered into the dark from a world of tens billions.”

The depressing look back on his people's history was brief, the old ex-Kell had turned a brighter mood back towards Lincoln as he smiled wide. “You have unknowingly brought a star back into our darkened sky. By mistake or not, it does not matter to us. Our thanks is the same whether you can accept it or not. We are honest people, one that does not forget easily.”

Hearing Lincoln answer to his question of long term goals he was reassured to hear that the boy knew he needed to find himself. He did seem lost, the loss of purpose is a terrible thing. It was what drove their people to a life of piracy and slaughter before they became bitter about that and sought lives as isolationist nomads… Too many retaliations and destroyed ships, too much bad blood… To many lost brothers and sisters out there beyond Hoshi… Now they had finally found their feet amongst friends.

It gave him an idea. “I think I can provide you with that opportunity. I do still have some pull with old clans, and some minor Houses that are related to some of the old crew I had as a Kell. From my time as a leader of my people… Let me make some calls. I can get you a ship and enough supplies for you to travel, find yourself, sort out the storm within yourself.” He says as he carefully pressed a finger to his chest before pulling away. “It will take afew days, finding a ship that is largely automated to react to your voice alone will take some doing but we have shuttles like that. What do you think? Saves you the trouble of not only having to take pilot lessons that could take months, but it saves you from getting caught up in something unsavory.”

“That would be greatly appreciated, thanks.” He could tell that will save him a lot of hassle from getting around Hoshizora with no ship of his own. Not to mention automated at that degree. With that problem solved his thoughts went to other things. All the stuff about the Great Howling and their lost golden age caught his attention. Over the course of his life he came to grow a love-hate relationship. Hate because there was so much studying. Love because he invested so much time into learning about the colorful and rich histories of his homeland.

Knowing that he has time to waste before he has a chance to be with Ialla. He figured he might as well learn what he can from the old soul. “You know, you got be curious about the history of your people. I don’t know much, and I got this feeling that I’ll be getting more involved in Elksni affairs in the future. So while I may not know what my purpose is at the present moment. I suppose it doesn’t hurt to learn what I can in the meantime.” He went to take a seat over in a chair in the greenhouse. Might as well get comfortable.

Sensing the sensitivity of the subjects. It’s for the best to start things off with simple things to know first. “As I’m sure you know, I’m very much uneducated about everything really. Therefore it’s probably for the best to know the basic things about where I am in Hoshizora. I don’t even know how your people are run.”

“Think nothing of it, a ship is hardly anything compared to the light you have given us.” He spoke earnestly, the old soul was more than happy to help Lincoln find his place in this vast galaxy because he too had suffered the void of a purposeless existence for a long time. He did not like seeing people so young suffering through that turmoil.

He thought that Lincoln would take the opportunity to leave after that, but he was surprised to see that Lincoln wanted to talk, he was touched that he wanted to hear what an old warrior like him had to tell him about his people. “I’ve made you curious? Well I’m always happy to explain what I know. I’m no Archon but I have lived through major events in our people's history.”

He let Lincoln sit down while he simply took a knee, he was fine with it. Sure the subject matter was something of a sensitive nature but one can never truly shy away from history, to censor it was to do the past an injustice, it was true that there were unsavory times in their history that they would like to put behind them. But to forget it would invite doom and invite the possibility for them to repeat it.

So with Lincoln’s request for a general starting point to his lack of knowledge, the old soul happily obliged. His question did require him to separate it into afew parts but he was more than happy to do that. “Hoh, a very general question but very important. Right now we are on Paxus, a moon orbiting a Gas Giant that we call ‘Cradle’. The system we inhabit is one with a binary star named Cirus and Sela, we are currently in the galactic Mid northwest, and three systems south from our homeworld. A world called Riss Nova in honour of our original homeworld. Riis. A world with a pink sky from the abundance there. We naturally live in oxygen rich environments, but without ether we lose much of our gifts that we were originally bestowed with… With the light we can live far longer than most. Without it we do not grow larger than Ialla, and our lifespan would be only 130 years. Ether helps to extend that to… Mm… I would say 700 years, but no such case has happened yet. As it stands I am only 539 years old. The Whirlwind was 520 years ago. Give or take a year or two, we had more pressing issues than time keeping back then.”

“As a whole we are referred to as the Starlight Empire. But we are ruled by House’s that can embody different parts of our community. The ruling house being known as the House of Starlight, previously known as the House of Vengeance since we had previously ran into a God-like monster that murdered our people… A serpent with many heads that our Kell’s had to sacrifice themselves by fighting it just so our ships could escape. I… Well. Many clan’s lost family in that attack, we even lost a hatchery ship and many military ships in our escape. The House was formed to one day seek revenge and kill the beast. But that promise has taken a backseat in recent years it would seem. More concerned with growing and focusing on finding our feet instead of throwing our lives away fighting some god… I applaud this decision, the Kell of Kells gave the right call. But many clans are outraged by this idea. A ‘reborn house of Vengeance’ has risen and has been steadily growing in support to go after the God-Serpent.”

With the basic layout done, he moved on to the houses themselves. “An Eliksni house can embody many parts of the Eliksni people. For instance in the sake of the Three founding houses that our people were all originally part of are good examples.”

“Sean has told me that he has shared his tale of his and Ialla’s house with you, yes? Well their house before they were orphaned was known as the House of Broken Dreams. They were storytellers, lore keepers and fate weavers. Back when they had the Light they could glimpse into possible futures and try to find catastrophes before they happened. They were the oldest of the three and an original House of the Eliksni people.”

“Beside them was the House of Forges, a successor house to my own. The House of Scorched Skies. House of Forges was an ingenuitive and imaginative house. All members of the house were engineers, craftsmen/women, designers but most importantly artists. No longer consumed with desires to craft weapons to raid and pillage but to protect and secure against those that would harm or try to use us… I had stepped away as my son succeeded me as Kell of the House. The House of Forges has been succeeded by a new House now with my grandchildren as Kell. The House of Anvil.”

“And lastly, but by no means least was the House of Shadows, that has only recently been succeeded by the House of Broken Mirrors. As you may have gathered from the name, this house specialised in thievery, assasination, intelligence gathering, reconnaissance and surveillance. They operate on a strict yet simple set of moral values and uphold them fanatically. I can only fathom that the successor House still upholds the old rules as I have heard nothing about other Houses starting fights with them… I would be surprised if they did not know about you yet, they have contacts in all corners of our territory. Or so they say.”

As he has explained so far, Vaxim has laid the groundwork that a House embodies a purpose to the Eliksni people. Something that they strive for and hope to achieve in some way or another. Some names are not so easily translated over into direct meanings as others. But as he has said, a House’s name is something akin to a promise. With that groundwork laid down he could now move on to the last part of his general introduction to the Eliksni people. The clans.

“Now… A clan is essentially why you humans have your last names. You would be of Clan Loud. Its patriarch. You can of course induct people into your Clan from outside of it if you agree, but to do so is a personal thing. Marriage is a different matter, the joining of two clans is a sacred thing. One that of course forces the creation of another clan unless you or your spouse agree to integrate into your or their clan.”

“Clan’s can have branches too, to discern against clan heads and those under them. To use another example, Saxon is the Patriarch of clan Fyrr. If Sean were to marry someone but not succeed Saxon he would become a branch head for the Fyrr clan and the clan they married into.”

“Ah… Perhaps I should explain about marriage before I speak of the clanless… Yes. I think that would be appropriate for the future.” If only the old soul knew how appropriate… “Marriage is a sacred thing for our people, but we are not a monogamous people. Clan heads, which can be male or female, are usually expected to have several partners but they do have a main partner who is known as the Matriarch… Admittedly the practice is archaic as of now since it was implemented during a time when our lives were always at risk so having more children meant that we would keep our population numbers out of the danger zone… I will admit that I myself had seven wives, though I only have three now for several reasons.”

“Oh, while the clan head can have multiple spouses, it is expected that they are given equal power to their own but the clan head has final say on things. This allows for the clan to grow and expand their influence without being stagnated. Clan heads who become Kell’s of their own House do have much more power than their spouses but those spouses now have power over their respective clan heads. Though a Kell married to the kin or offspring of a Kell from another House may not challenge their authority or try to order them around. Especially of a House that is stronger than your own. To do so is seen as arrogance, and is seen as a societal taboo. It has led to many clan’s being forcibly disbanded, and Houses destroyed.”

“Now… Onto clanless. Clanless Eliksni are often viewed as criminals, traitors and morally corrupt individuals that tried to grasp too much power for themselves. That last one is a particular taboo amongst our people since our survival as a race was always dependent on cooperation… Of course most Clanless today are not like this, but simply descendants that unfortunately bear the same stigma that their ancestors or parents have been branded with. Such people are still useful to society being inducted into penal militia forces, manual labour crews and ”

“Though of course most people were made clanless in recent centuries by simply being clans that have tried to seize their own power and take over the ruling Houses through force… Such rebellions have only ended with misery for those involved. But clans like them have been disbanded with innocent members being taken in by larger and more compassionate clans or have been routed out with children being the only evidence that they had existed… Family. Is something we Eliksni take grave importance in. Our lowest clanmates should be treated with the same courtesy that you offer to your own brothers and sisters. But it isn’t like we expect everyone to get along, and fit together perfectly. But cohesion is still expected. If you do not like each other, come to an agreement that best works between you without others being harmed.”

“But anyways,I have gone on a tangent. Clanless people can be brought into your clan, as I have stated before. Doing this is considered a person and the height of generosity, do not do this blindly or frivolously because doing this is essentially granting them a future. They now may speak with the influence that you yourself hold, not entirely so. But they have your backing in a sense, so choose wisely who you bring into your house and teach them how you wish for them to hold themselves and how they use your name.”

Vaxim would also go on to explain how technology plays a huge role in Eliksni society along with the existence of Splicers and the far more rare Sacred Splicers. Machine priests who harness technology and use their understanding to honour the Great Machine god. He had heard them being referred to as ‘cyborgs’ by the other races in Iammelon. He would also tell Lincoln that he will see Eliksni that do have tech implants, robotic limbs and such but not be Splicers. These are known simply as ‘Gear Heads’ as they have been nicknamed by the Iammelonian people. They are Eliksni who lost faith in the Great Machine after its betrayal and let go of their reverence of technology but still wished to augment themselves.

On that tangent Vaxim would tell Lincoln of what he knew of the people of the Eastern Nebula. Though only knew so much, imploring Lincoln that if he wished to know more he could ask Sean and Ialla’s parents or the nice Taurus family that lives close by that he simply referred to as ‘Clan Brayr’.

“I hope that helps with what you have asked. I have thrown an awful lot at you but I am more than happy to elaborate on anything if you wish.” Vaxim seemed quite happy to be able to talk about his people. For someone who’s promise to his people was war he seems like he would have been right at home with Sean’s House. Perhaps there is a connection there as to why Sean and Ialla, or moreso why the Old Eliksni are so concerned about the pair and seem so invested in them.

In fairness he did want to go find Ialla and have his way with her irregardless of who was around. If he had to bend her over the table while they were eating then so be it. Well, as far as his fantasies were concerned that is. He wasn’t at that point where he can be brazen and not care about what power tries to defy him of what’s his. Perhaps there’ll come a time where he has to cement his authority here. He’ll be staying here after all. Something to think about when he goes on his interstellar travel across Hoshizora.

He politely listened to everything that was said to him. It’ll certainly be something he will think about when on his travels. Giving a nod of understanding he mused he might as well ask about the other important aspect to any society. “I got a sense of the social structure here. May I ask what your culture is like? Including stuff about religion if it is alright with you.” It was clear that they have woes In regard to their ‘Machine God’.

As Lincoln suspected, the subject of religion was a heavier subject for Vaxim. The Old warrior’s smile withered but he did keep to it. For someone as old as him who had watched their God flee right before his eyes, there was an old hatred in him that he had shifted unfairly onto numerous foes and peoples that stood in their way. And that was why he stepped back, let the next generation try while he settled away his hatreds.

Culture was not something that he was very versed in, neither was religion, but he had already covered it with their reverence and stance on technology. It was something to be careful with when handling, adored, they are not a wasteful people and adapt whatever they can into other tech and make it work. Like how they could seamlessly transform the Apex Hardlight cars into generators, defensive barriers, etc. So he shall expand on that some more before diving into religion…

“... For Eliksni, we have spent most of our lives on ships. We depend on them, we take care of them. We took on any we could find while we were nomads. Derelict ones, abandoned ones, destroyed ones, even ones we had to bargain for with other species from the galaxy’s we were travelling through… We treat our ships like we treat our family. Because without them, there is no home. It is somewhat different now, but the sentiment is still largely the same. We never lost our reverence for the machines that kept us alive… It… Is hard to readjust, after so long in the stars. I am still in disbelief that there is real ground beneath my feet. There is a real sky hanging over my head...”

“I have explained before that Eliksni house’s represent a promise to their people, this much is true. Just like how the clans that make up those House’s work as tribes who all work towards the betterment of said House. No one seeks personal glory, but the glory of their House. In the past there was a form of punishment where you would dock the arms of offenders, meaning that you remove the lower arms of an Eliksni and shame them to be on the same level as clanless, they would be forced to regain their honour, show that they are useful and worthy of regrowing their lower arms and attain their status once more… This practice was phased out by the current Kell of Kells.”

Vaxim came to realise that perhaps he should go into greater detail on why Lincoln will likely be seeing plenty of Eliksni that are still working with scrap and never with new materials unless necessary. “To explain some more about our fondness for technology. To say it simply, we see machines as vessels-” He says as he pulls a particularly ancient looking comm device from one of the many pouches that littered the surface of his pants and large jacket. “We all work to keep our machines in working condition, we depend on them. So as I look at this device I do not see a tool. I see the faces of my children, I see my spouses and friends, I see my warriors and maintenance crews. I see me… To us, scrap working is incredibly important. To us, it is like sharing our spirit with the world. Even when we have nothing.”

“For religion… I can start with something simple. There was… A tradition. It doesn’t see much faith now but I still know some clans that continue it. Each clan helps in the forging of a sculpture in the likeness of the Great Machine… Because in all our travels, as much as I dislike to admit it, we have never seen anything more wondrous than the Great Machine. Each clan contributes a piece to the sculpture, to show that together we can make up something wonderful. Many have ceased that practice now, but with our new god being introduced, I think it will see a revival.”

It occurred to Vaxim that he may need to paint a picture of the Eliksni’s god to Lincoln. So far he has only mentioned the words, not the meaning or achievements of their god before it had fled. So Lincoln did not get the full picture. For as much as he hated it, he could not do it an injustice… “This is likely all something that can be better explained by an Archon Priest… But from memory. The Great Machine was the one that brought about our golden age, with its arrival came a cultural, academic, technological and philosophical ‘renaissance' as your- As humanity and some of the other Iammelon races put it. With its Light our lifespans increased dramatically, unification and peace was achieved, and we had even started to colonise solar systems outside of our own. The Great Machine used impossible power to terraform uninhabitable worlds that usually could not be colonised. Such as barren rocky moons becoming verdant gardens bustling with plants and animals, cold icy rocks became an idyllic ocean paradise. Even planets close to our sun could be inhabited and colonised thanks to the Great Machine’s protection covering that atmosphere of the transformed terrain on the surface below.”

His words were hollowed but still spoken with something akin to wonder, he had lived through that time. Seen the rise and seemingly immediate fall of his people… It was something that he did not remember fondly. But it was something he was willing to do justice to ensure that the story is told. “Being abandoned by our God was something of a traumatic experience for our people. Understandably so, given what arrived in the wake of its cowardly retreat. Skies filled with screaming death, blackened shapes that howl with such sour notes that freeze you solid in icy tombs and glows the likes of which we’ve never encountered. Glows that conjure fire that could scorch the soul and tear the Light from our form. While blades that only know hate rend exoskeleton from flesh.”

“My hatred for our coward god is that with our might we could have fought. If it had stayed then we could have repelled the Whirlwind… We did not need to lose our world and so many to those monsters!” Vaxim collected himself slowly after his outburst, he let the images of his hate fade reluctantly, there was nothing for him to fight. Old hatreds of beasts he could not fight did him no good now. Once he was composed he gave a smile back to Lincoln. “So once you are done with your journey, it wouldn’t hurt to bring back some interesting salvage. I’ve been meaning to get the kids around here involved with making some robotic helpers so that we may expand the farms to start raising livestock.. Is there anything else you would like to know?”

“No need, I feel I have had you talk for quite awhile.” He learned enough to keep him busy processing it. A task that will take awhile considering the first thing on his priority is Ialla. No doubt she was aching for him given how long he was in here with the old ex-kell. Longer than he expected and no doubt Ialla as well. With a smile he then tilted his head. “Salvage, huh?” He could do that. Automaton was something he knew quite well. Although he prefers other forms of easy labor, such as golems. Not that there was a difference in efficiency, just a personal taste. “I’ll keep my eyes open.”

Lincoln got up from his chair. Thoughts of the possible things he’s going to do to Ialla begin to cloud his mind. “Thank you for taking the time to enlighten me on these things, Vaxim. Perhaps when I get back, I’ll regale you with stories of my own colorful past.” With that final note he would make his way out of the greenhouse. Steps quickened when he got out of earshot of the old ex-kell. Quite eager to see where his current favorite Elksni is at.

Aside from tanning her cute rear with his palm. Some thoughts were about what Vaxim told him. He could see and feel the tragedy, but at the same time he also felt awe. His life is very heavily fantastical. There weren’t many futuristic things that he came across in his wild travels. There was something stimulating knowing that he was in a lively galaxy that he had only seen in fiction. The last time he was invested in that sort of thing was wi-...

He stopped. Outside, flakes of snow would dance along the wind around the homestead. With Lisa, she would have found Hoshizora fascinating. Shaking his head, he forces the image of Ialla’s gaping holes to fill his mind. Drowning his thoughts out with lust and an intense need. With a purpose he began making his way to find Ialla. No doubt still with her family. No matter, he can spend time teasing her to get her all riled up for sex later.

Vaxim gave a soft smile as he watched Lincoln get up, it was certainly true that the pair of them have been here for some time now, best not to keep him much longer. Though he was certainly encouraged by the fact that Lincoln was willing to bring something back once his journey of self discovery was over. He was surprised to hear that Lincoln would even share his story with him once he returned. “I would be honoured to hear it.”

Once Lincoln was out of the greenhouse it wouldn’t be very long until he would find Ialla, in the time that he was out of the Greenhouse she was just standing outside with a smirk on her face. “Having fun learning, Lincoln?” Ialla had clearly gotten away from her family, according to her in short before she likely got swarmed by Lincoln was that Sean had convinced them after a short while to let her go for the day to have fun with Lincoln, which sounded innocent to their parents but Sean knew the kinky truth of it. “How did it go?”

“Oh, it went fine.” It was clear that his thoughts were elsewhere. His blue eyes heavy with lust as he gave Ialla a smoldering gaze. Taking her cheeks into his hands he drew her in. Locking his lips with her own. His tongue dominates her alien tounge. Drinking in the erotic noises coming up her throat. Keeping one hand on the back of her head to keep her in place. His other hand went to set against her back. Pressing her warm and soft body against his own. She would know just how bothered he was when she felt something hard prodding against her stomach. A bulge visible in his pants. For now she was no doubt savoring his passionate kisses. As a result of his nature, her entire body became hot. His saliva was very well like nectar of the heavens to her. Only beaten by his other, more potent bodily fluid.

Their make out session continued for quite awhile. His hand drops down from her head to her jugs, kneading and groping them. As per his words, in the last days alone they’ve already gone up a cup size. Her curves were becoming more mature. And she has grown an inch. Everything about her was becoming more appealing to him. He could keep having fun with her all day. Finally after who knows how many minutes he broke locked lips with Ialla. “You’ve waited so dutifully, I should reward you.” He said seductively. Panting a little bit from the wild kissing. The hand on her back went down to her rear to give it a tight squeeze. Making her release from the action. “Anything on your perverted mind that you like to play out?”

Ialla didn’t offer any resistance to Lincoln’s lustful advances, instead she embraced them all too happily as she felt his tongue dominate her mouth. Her body obediently followed the directions given to her by her human lover, pressing herself close to him so he could feel her heartbeat racing him her chest while that very same chest pressed and squished against him from within the fabric of her shirt, though it seems that she ‘misplaced’ her bra. Stars know if she happened to ‘misplace’ any other articles of clothing.

A smile would form on her lips as she could feel something hot prodding away at her stomach, clearly it needed tending to. And so she did, a lower arm moved down, caressing the visible bulge before slipping a pair of hands into his tightening trousers to ‘tend’ to his growing problem while she was getting absorbed in their swapping saliva and feeling her body grow warm the longer she tasted it. It was a heavenly sensation that she couldn’t get used to no matter how many times they’ve done this now. Nor did she think she wanted to.

With Lincoln’s hands moving to start showing some much desired love to her mounds, Ialla let out pleasant coo’s of affection. She was really happy that Lincoln did help her with growing her assets. She certainly didn’t mind the help in gaining a more mature figure, she thought she suited it. Though the change in height was something she didn’t quite like even if it was only an inch or so, though her dislike of it was ultimately swayed by the attention Lincoln gave her because of it, she could tell that he really liked seeing her like this. How could she possibly dislike something that got her more attention from him?

Ialla gasped for air as the two finally broke their passionate session of tonsil tennis, the bridge of saliva from them and the separation only left her shivering for the brief moments they were apart before she recognised that he said he would reward her, her eyes refocused from their haze to now look at him with an expectant gaze before she was overcome with a totally different kind of shiver rocking her body, unable to stop herself from letting out a shaken moan into the open air.  

The question of what she wanted to play out already had her actively thinking through several depraved fantasies of hers that she hadn’t yet shared with him. There were alot of them in fairness, and there were so many good ones that she loved revisiting. Like being worn as a sleeve, that was a BIG one for her. Though right now… She had a different idea, while a coy smile drifted across her panting face. “I wouldn’t mind something… Writhing… Like tentacles…?” She says with a deviously innocent look on her face, looking up to Lincoln with puppy dog eyes so she could absolutely get what she wants.

“Hoh?” Lincoln croons at the puppy dog eyes. “How very naughty of you to use that tactic. You’ll certainly get the reward. But now you need some discipline along with it.” He led her to another greenhouse, one that is empty. Using the material already in there, he performed some magic to create plants for risque purposes. For the next several minutes he edged the naughty Elksni for using the puppy dog eyes. Her body would burn with intense need. Once he felt she learned her lesson he would relieve her of the burning flame. His mystical plants began to use her in all manner of depraved ways. Many of which defied how biology should work.

Sometime later he figured the rest of the plants had got ‘watered’ enough. So brought the playtime to an end. Reverting the plants to normal and taking his sweet time to clean Ialla up. Once both of them were wearing clothes again, he carried her out into the corn field given she was a bit too thoroughly used to being properly able to walk. He found a clearing within the tall corn. In which he sat down with Ialla on his lap. Sliding his hand out from under her knees he placed it on her stomach. Her stomach which he could feel heat radiating from. He kept his other hand holding up her back.

While he was enjoying watching Ialla experience all levels of ungodly pleasure. He was pondering upon what the ex-kell said to him. Now, the two of them resting out in the born field, those thoughts have led to other thoughts. “So from what I learned, turns out it was my love that sparked the Light in you.” He said to Ialla. Even though he doesn’t have a purpose, something came to mind that was worth discussing about. “Vaxmin brought me up to speed about how the Empire of Starlight is structured. If I were to make my own house, it would become very powerful because it would hold a monopoly of Elksni that can use the Light in the empire.” He has a unique way of relighting the spark in the Elksni, of course such a way requires them to be bathed in his love. “Everyone does deserve to feel love and pleasure. Getting able to access once lost powers is a big plus.”

He rubbed his hand in a lazy circle on her stomach. “It would take a lot of work. Along with careful maneuvering.” Considering they need to keep things fairly subtle. Granted, subtlety would be debatable considering who he is. “That reminds me, It’s pretty obvious that there will be someone coming here to investigate the news of your acquaintance of the Light. Hopefully Kell of Kells sister, Zalia.” He did a bit of his own ‘research’ in his spare time. “If it’s her, we’ll ‘convince’ her to help us. Even join our House once it’s up and running.”

“How does that sound, love?” He asked Ialla. “Especially with the ‘convincing' part. I quite enjoy watching beauties help me get someone to see the light.” He doesn’t even have to be involved at times and he still enjoys it.

Ialla smiled all too happily after Lincoln said that she would need to be disciplined for using such a cheeky technique on him, faking worry as she was being led to the empty greenhouse. “Oh noooo~” After that she wouldn’t have much time to talk, though she definitely put her throat to use along with her other holes as she got plenty acquainted with the special plants Lincoln had prepared for her. Ialla enjoyed the sensation of the plant tendrils filling up every available space of her core was thrilling, she had no problem ‘watering’ them as she trembled and quaked with each release.

After a while of this Ialla was in her own little world even after Lincoln had brought her fun to an end, overstimulation and constant releases had brought her to a state of pure empty head. After he had cleaned her up and helped cloth her it didn’t take her too long to come back to reality until after she and Lincoln were already in the corn field with her in his lap, she softly groaned against the numb feeling of oversensitivity all across her body.

Ialla was enjoying the soothing feel of his delicate touch on her stomach as she listened to him, hearing what he and Vaxim talked about back in the greenhouse before she found him. The news that he was the catalyst for her Light coming to life didn’t surprise her too much since she’s seen plenty of what he’s been able to do. The Eliksni gave a tired smile as she spoke up. “Makes sense, you’re love has a way of getting into everything. Why not a long neglected part of our peoples revoked power” She says as she looks at him with a smirk.

Hearing that Lincoln had the idea to make his own House was a welcomed one, though it sounded like he hadn't fully committed to it yet. Just as well since she found it cute that he thinks he would have a monopoly on something that already is a thing. “Honey, the House of Starlight owns that monopoly already. Plus this idea of yours means I would have competition and you seem to have the idea that I like sharing… Who put these ideas in your head?” She says with a hand reached back to poke at his temple to emphasize this while she pouted over her shoulder.

From the sounds of his sneaky planning they were going to cause an uproar with the implications of helping others gain their light. Ialla was still on the fence for that little idea as she started to glow slightly with her light. It didn’t sit entirely well with her, sure they were on a distant colony world so moving freel wouldn’t be a problem, but a house suddenly gaining hundreds of followers with awakening light so quickly would certainly get the attention of the Ruling House. Lincoln would quickly be in the spotlight and being an outsider with no leverage but his secret, no history, no paper trail and her family's word of his character… The odds of Lincoln getting the official say so for getting a House would crumble and he would likely get carted off somewhere for study.

Though these were just Ialla’s worst case scenario thoughts. That and his sudden bringing up of the Kell of Kell’s sister only made her look back at him with worry, a sobering feeling for her. “Are… Are you serious? Lincoln I know you’re powerful and all but… Going after the leader of our peoples sister… Say we do ‘convince’ her and we don’t get creamed by her with her years of experience using the light over my half a day and your magic. And she goes to plead our case to her brother… And he doesn’t detect your magic on her… The best case for this would be that we now have her help and her brother’s suspicion with the allowance of us making a house. At worst… I don’t want to think about it.”

“How does it sound? Bad… Very bad. Asking for an execution bad.” The thought of it was certainly hot, but his train of thought frightened her. It sounded like nothing more than a horny pipe dream to her. It was ambitious for sure, but entirely based on being able to avoid the detection of powers that Lincoln does not understand yet. The only upside here is that no one in this galaxy knows how his magic works yet either. But depending on how he plays things that can easily change.