Be arrogant, assertive, to be like that means to live. A courageous heart and willingness to take a chance win a carefully prepared plan in nine cases out of ten. Give in your hands of fate, and trust your own good luck. Remember that you are a gentleman, and Lady is engaged in your successes and failures. Pursue your own goals, and the lady will help you in this persecution. Without a direction in life or without a goal, you will find yourself in the arms of Behaba, those who will have to seek condescension from failure on this path, but she does not have it. – Dogma of the goddess Timora.
The bad happens to everyone, and only following Beshab you can escape from the worst. Too much good luck is bad, and at least that’s why it will be wisely harmful to successful. Whatever happens, everything can only deteriorate. Fear the Virgin Failure and respect her. Expand all over Faeruna Behaba and make offerings to reassure her. If she does not calm down, everyone will taste the curse: “Behaba will do it!”(Poverty and failure). Make others worship Behaba – and they will be saved from failures that she can bring. Never falsely advise anyone how to worship Behaba – or pay the price of curses and failures all your days. – Dogma of the goddess Beshab.
From the author:
Several months have passed since that day, several interesting artifacts fell into my hands. Among which there were various letters, the translation of which I began to engage in. My first translation I called the manuscript I Tifling and decided to publish on the Internet. I became very interesting for me, and I decided to plunge into it deeper, trying not only to translate the text, but also along the way, to study a lot of other literature, to understand where the main character and people around him can be, as well as othersMoments left outside the narrative.
The above dogmas were written on the back of the Folder Folder. Pages sewn in it were greatly crumpled, and some were torn out. Part of the texts, unlike the first manuscript, are written terribly not of a legible handwriting that is clearly not belonging to Peresi (most likely this name or nickname of the main character, but at the moment during the translation, it was not noticed anywhere, except for the cover itself, on which it is written “On the Perenee” and a trace from the kiss is nearby), and from that requiring much more time to analyze and transfer. Apparently the second manuscript will be longer than the previous one and will contain five or six excerpts (let’s call them heads). With a superficial translation, I gave them the name and placed them in the following order:
Chapter 1. Return
Chapter 2. The performance for the elite.
Chapter 3. “The wedding night.
Chapter 4. We are worse than death?
Chapter 5. An unnecessary gift.
I hope I was not mistaken. Enjoy reading to you!
P.WITH. Some points from this story may cause you an inexplicable sense of Deja-vu. Probable reason: you read the first story.
Chapter 1. Return
Fuh-I exhaled from fatigue and joy at the same time, when finally when I saw the first outlines of my dear city, in which I was not exactly twenty-one day. I knew this thanks to the hacks what I did on the axle of the ax, afraid to lose the feeling of the time that I had not had much. Well, how not a lot? Fourteen days, the term is relatively large, but clearly not providing for the need to move in such a large territory of Faerun. As a result, having spent only ten days in search of evidence, I realized that I would not have time to convey the message on my own, I sent a mail pigeon. I could not get something specific, because those who could confess to death, but I did not lose hope that this could be sufficient.
A few more minutes of the journey, and I stood at the gates of the city, and after four hours I had already managed to get around most of it. Nothing in it has changed, except for the increased number of people armed and dressed in armor, and judging by their form, the legion is clearly not belonging to the diamond (by. -Most likely, the action takes place in the city-state Prikampur. Diamond Legion – guards found only in this city). Another innovation in the city, for obvious reasons that caused me a sense of anxiety, was a scaffold standing on the main square, whose place is the end of the path (. – place in the port part of the city where executions take place). With his so pure look, he gave me hope that they had never used it yet. On the other hand, for execution, especially the one that I did not want, it was possible to find many other places and not necessarily in the city, because this matter probably did not want to give public. Having seen enough, I went to the walls of the Academy, on which I really missed, and with which a new wave of my joys and disappointments began.
The guard, standing at the entrance, as expected, before letting, carried out a standard interrogation procedure – “who, where and why and why?”. I called myself. Sticking a huge book with the names, one of the guards sitting in the watchdress nodded in the affirmative, saying that there is a person with that name on the lists, but he is already a student of the academy, like fourteen days, is not. To all my objections, claims and requests to check if this is, they said that, according to the book, they have the following instructions on my opinion: 1. report on my appearance to the rector;2. convey to me a closed envelope;3. Under the pretext not to let the academy into the territory of the academy;4. In case of non -confusion, use force!!! The last sentence was written very clearly and emphasized, under it was the personal signature of the rector and his seal. It was useless to argue with the guards. At least in this city. (approx. – Surprisingly, what he generally allowed him to enter the nobility, where the academy was located, with weapons, whether he was a student or not).
I stood for a few more minutes and looked at the gates slaughtered in front of my eyes, not understanding what was happening at all. I looked at the envelope. In appearance, it was an ordinary envelope with the emblem of the Academy of Magic Arts of Sylvid, in which its high light had the right to send mail. If such a letter came to the student, then this is most often a notification of his deduction, which was also sent to his relatives, just in case. I found him there, written by the emphasis of one of the teachers. “Exclude for unworthy behavior,” I read the “cause” indicated in the letter, and what could be meant by, I think, and so it was clear. However, that was not all. In the envelope under the letter, lay a small note. Having unfolded it, I read: “In an hour, as you get this note, follow the Tavern“ Luki Lady ”, and show it to the innkeeper, he will give you further instructions”. The emphasis was very clumsy and unknown to me, but I decided to take a chance and go, especially if that, no one took the weapon given to me before the campaign.
Without hesitation, I headed to the meeting place. The road took exactly an hour, as I expected, for he knew this tavern. It was a lousy place with crafty food and cheap drinking of the corresponding quality, in general, a good place to search for adventure on your ass. Approaching the building in which, if my memory did not change me, this tavern should have, I saw that there was no sign on it, the windows were covered with black cloth, the door was closed. “Perhaps we moved,” I thought, but just in case I knocked and began to look around, in the hope that it would be possible to ask a person passing by about the fate of the tavern.
– AAA? – was heard from the opening door.
Turning my head, I saw a girl in a black robe with horns familiar to me and … a scar on my cheek.
– Ross? – I asked in surprise – you?
– Mr! – Smiling, she said – Come on, go more soon.
She opened the door wide, letting me in. I quickly went inside, without taking my eyes off her as if hypnotized. Looking around, she closed the door.
– Please, please, I am now – she said, pointing to a wide leather sofa, and herself, with a cry of “the mistress he came, he is here,” ran up the stairs.
I crouched and began to look around. It looks like a tavern now. The walls were once overwhelmed by the wallpaper, the floors were covered with luxurious carpets, the ceilings were divided into segments in each of which the composition of an incomprehensible meaning was drawn, like the one that I saw in the house of the teacher, without which it was not there, in the midst of the room stood in the middle of the roomA table surrounded by two sofas of a semicircular shape on the shelves that stood along the walls, there were many books, scrolls and jars with various contents. The new owners completely remade the situation, making it more comfortable, homemade, but at the same time intended clearly not for simple tea drinking.
Soon, quickly knocking with bare feet, Ross went down the stairs and stopped. Without rushing to her trail, a luxurious look went down and stopped next to Rossa.
– Darling, our guest is probably tired of the road and hungry – she said, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder.
– Yes you are right…. sorry… I am now, the mistress – the Ross replied abruptly and ran into the far room where the kitchen was supposed to be.
Slowly and emphasizing her every step, she went to the sofa, standing opposite the one on which I sat and sat down on him with her foot.
– Well, hello young man, she said in a gentle voice.
– Well, hello teacher – I answered, with a malicious smile on my face.
The woman lifted her eyebrows in surprise.
– Wow! Recognized me? – she giggled, she said. – How did you succeed?
– So you yourself wanted it. Is not it so? I asked, looking into her green eyes.
They gave it out. I would never have forgotten this look, like a bewitching smile. In principle, the face has not changed at all, only it became a little dark. The hair was painted in a dark red color and decorated with a golden diadem. There was a long red-yellow dress with shades of gold on the body.
– Well, I look at your journey to your advantage, a broken wiser, gained courage, knowledge, she said respectfully.
She began to examine me, shaking her head from the sight of a fraught and torn clothes on me.
– What is it you have such a battered vidok (approx. – Good comments, it should be noted. It is not clear how the guard generally allowed him to walk in that form between the districts of the city)? Okay you can not answer. I already guess why and this is not the main thing now. You probably have a lot of questions for me?
– Yes, I said and made a serious face – let’s start with the one who is an innkeeper here?
She laughed.
– You’re talking about a note? Ross wrote it under my dictation two weeks ago, when there was still a tavern. Then I secretly put her in the envelope before they managed to seal him. I was more afraid that you would not figure out the emphasis than you get lost. It turns out that they did not teach to write, but I myself could not for some consideration. You understand yourself?!
I nodded my head.
– Understand. Hiding from the hired killers of Tay’s red wizards. Why not use magic to change the appearance? So you would complicate the task of the enemy.
– Magic will give me faster than simple cosmetics.
– How did you return to life, if not with the help of magic?
– And I didn’t die!
– That is?
– The girl has clever pens, but there is no killer from her. Would you see her then. She almost described herself with fear when she saw how I, screaming from pain and bleeding, falling to the floor with her dagger stuck in my stomach. The wound was serious, but not fatal to happiness for me. And for her too, because this saved her from execution when I came to my senses and cured.
– That is, my letter did not play any role?
– Which letter?
– I sent a letter where I described my findings, and comments about those who attacked you.
– No. There was nothing like that in the academy post.
The teacher fell silent when she saw Ross returned from the opening to the kitchen and brought a tray with a treat. Having placed the cups and spills in them tea, she crouched next to her “mistress”.
– Let’s start a meal. Help yourself, Morna said and continued with tea – continued – excellent tea. It will be good for him to listen to the story of your journey.
I nodded and, chewing a piece of chocolate cake, told my listeners the story of his adventures, avoiding their personalities in the story of their places. It took no more than an hour.
– Great – said Morna – this journey benefited you as I planned.
– Planned? This is related to that night?
– No – Morna temporarily looked at Ross, and then again at me – what I wanted from you when I asked to come at night. And what is it?
Morna showed her finger on the amulet in the form of a spider with the head of a woman hanging.
U? – She did not calm down – started a new girlfriend?
Not wanting to answer this question, I decided to translate the topic of the conversation.
– And what does the scaffold do in the main square?
– Waiting for you.
I turned white with fear.
– In terms of?
– Well?! The city needs an executioner. So you will be.
– How is it? – with rudeness in my voice, I asked, having heard the answer that brought some relief to me.
– This work is well paid. 300 gold for torture and interrogation, 1000 – for execution and further according to the price tag, which you yourself will finish if you want. You will become a popular person in the city. Many noble people will want to make friendship with you, at least just in case, if you understand what I mean. Moreover, how did you notice the war to approach and you will have enough work to earn a state. You miss the academy by studying? No problem! You will have a lot of things, a lot of free time to spend it on self -learning if you want. Or t … have fun with your new assistant.
– Assistant?
Morna put an empty cup on the table and turned to Rosse.
– My girl, you remember this young man?
– Yes, the hostess – Ross answered, bowed her head and smiled, as I do modest girls when they are shy. – He is my first man.
I looked at her, puzzled by opening her mouth.
– And so far the only one is true?! – Morna said approvingly – you served me very well. But I hope you remember what we were talking about?
– Yes the hostess – Ross answered – now he is my master.
– Well done – Morna stroked her head – everything was very tasty. The guy is true? Now go, collect things, from today, you will live with a new owner. I will remove the dishes myself.
Ross nodded and, standing up from the sofa, ran to the second floor.
– Useful assistant – said Morna, looking at her in the wake – I taught her to cook food and cook some simple potions, like a sedative. You will come in handy, you will take it after work, instead of alcohol, unless of course you want to sleep stupid. Plus, she will be true to you, like a dog to run anyway, and even with this collar of a slave on her neck. And here I am going to open something like a club for the elite students of the Academy and, as you understand, “raised by plans” like her, they will not want to see here ..
She looked at me and frowned. On my face was an expression of anger.
– What? You are unhappy with something?
– You made all these decisions without asking me.
– And it was necessary? After the whole Academy was seeing what you could do with a little girl, you think you have another choice? And even with your character is silent? You don’t think I did the service? I could say thank you an asshole!
I thought. But she is right. What else did I have? I contacted her – a woman serving at the same time two contrasting each other to each other and several manipulations who gave me to the service. “Good luck from failure, failure from good luck”: I will have a highly paid job, but I am an executioner, many friends, but because of fear, there will be a woman, but she is Tifling, and even a youngster.
– Yes, you are probably right – I agreed, I agreed.
– That is great. Good boy. Tonight, you must definitely come to the “Bored Prince”, there will gather the entire highlight of the city. People should see that the city now has an executioner. Show them yourself. And do not forget to take the assistant, let him also get used to “Glory”.
– I am ready – joyfully notified us Ross, holding a knot in my hand.
– Great – said Morna – you can go.
– Where? I asked.
– Surprise! Russia will show you – Morna answered – go, there is not much time left, but you need to prepare. See you tonight.
Ross kissed her mistress goodbye, and we moved to the exit.
– Wait, I almost forgot – the teacher answered when we were already standing at the door.
She came up and handed me a black bundle, saying that this was a gift, but the rest would have to pay. When asked what this means, she replied that Ross knows what it was about. We left.
The surprised views of passers -by were caught all the way, some of which were probably students of the Academy and saw and remembered the events of three weeks ago, and some, like crowds of soldiers, just laughed with a country for them with a picture: two “orphan” go along the road one barefootand with horns with a knot in his hand, the other with an ax and all in a break. They walked silently, nothing from each other, not asking, remembering that night, although she could just be afraid to ask her new owner a question that did not like the question. Soon we approached a large luxurious three -story building, which was in a very deplorable state. I was not surprised! It was amazing that by the words of the Federal Air Sort, I still need to pay for this barn while we live on the ground floor. And the first floor of this house … was that tinched camera. Interesting!
– Brothel! – I exclaimed, being inside.
The camera was turned into a bedroom. Stone floors and walls were painted red, at the end of the room they put a large double bed with four people, the table was left in place, a small closet appeared, however, without doors. They left only a chandelier on a unpainted ceiling, apparently did not reach, and shackles in the floor in the middle of the room, apparently as a keepsake.
– This is all the lady – said Rossa, putting her knot on the bed – you don’t like the owner?
– Like, I said, without demonstrating any emotions.
Rossa unfolded a knot and began to lay things out of it on the bed: a black long mantle of the same color hood, shirt and pants, Kelemwor medallion, 300 gold coins and a small piece of paper – Morna’s account for all “amenities”: clothes, a house, a slave?! and money in debt. I also turned my gift. It was a gold coin the size of a palm with an image of a smiling woman. It was the goddess Timor.
– This is clothes for me? – I asked, looking at such a poor inventory.
Ross nodded.
– And how are you? I asked, looking at her.
Her short skirts that did not reach the knees and a short beacon were made of fabric of such a low quality that, at close range and in good light, were shifted. She had no shoes at all. There was a collar on the neck, a slightly glowed magic aura. A spell was applied on it, which even the weakest magician could “smell”, but to remove only a very strong. Perfect thing if you need to mark a convict or slave.
– Do not worry the owner, I’m so good. My clothes suits me. It is not hot in it, it does not constrain movements and …
She “brushed” a T -shirt with a simple movement of her hand and threw it on the bed, providing her naked, slender body for display.
… it can always be easily removed… – her fingers slipped to the edge of the skirt and raised them high, I show me a smoothly shaved pussy.
… when the owner wishes to find … comfort … In the arms of her maid – embarrassed, she continued, speaking by excerpts, still not knowing how “this” is called, or simply ascertaining to say.
I stood, frozen, breathing heavily, looking like a little girl (. – Judging by the caricature: Rossa tall on the shoulders of the main character, he himself is a man of medium height), whom I was brutally raped a couple of weeks ago, calmly stands in front of me, lifting my skirt and offering me myself. Did she really come to terms with her hopeless position? In three weeks, she lost noticeably, it seems the “mistress” did not particularly indulge the girl uneasy, all her wounds healed without leaving the trace, except for the scars along the cheek. Nevertheless, she still seemed to me very pretty and appetizing. But instead of lust, a wonderful, in my opinion, idea arose in my head.
– Ross! – I turned to a girl in a strict voice.
– Master? She answered timidly.
– You are true to me?
– Yes, the master!
– Ready to fulfill all my instructions?
– Ready! All that you will order.
– Unquestioning? You even go out into this form in this form?
Ross looked into my eyes for a second and looked down again.
– Yes the owner – she took it away, bowing her head even lower.
– Good girl – stroking her head, I said – get dressed. And run to your former mistress! I remember I saw her one book in red binding, ask her for me. I do not remember the name, but she will understand what it is about. And then we go to the market. You need to prepare carefully for the evening “Speech”.
Chapter 2. The performance for the elite.
The “Bored Prince” was a kind of big tavern, only for the elite of the city and those whose pocket could allow himself a place next to them. The hall consisted of a large scene and several rows consisting of long -curved in the form of a crescent of tables located one after another along an increasing plane, behind which visitors sat. Today, at the head of the middle table, as expected, the ruler of the city of Rentdet Tultirl was sitting surrounded by representatives of noble houses, the first table was occupied by the rector Findsail, with his companion – charmingly in Morna Innsangar, or what she is now calling her now?! Representatives of the Higher Sveta of the Academy were sitting on both sides of them – teachers of names that I vaguely remembered, but now it was small for me. It was to this team that today I was honored to spoil the whole holiday.
Opening the doors widely, we appear in the hall. To be an executioner, according to the book, in this city was dangerous, but very honorable and privileged occupation. Therefore, I decided that if I had been made to them, then I need to dot all the points over I. We appeared, as I planned – late for half an hour. It was necessary to give the Higher Light a good time before they had to get to know me.
I dressed that I gave me Morna, excluding the ceremonial hood, a mantle and a medallion, adding several elements like a pair of strong high boots and a big ax in my back, which I did not part with the beginning of my journey, and having hung myself, and hung myselfAll I have available to me “gifts”: having attached a coin with the image of Timora to the belt so that she hung between my legs and putting a medallion with a spider woman in my neck, which I got during my journey and there was part of the story that II didn’t want to tell. Rossa remained in her robe, completing only her collar of a thin, but strong chain, the other end of which, according to her, I was obliged to hold in her hand so that she had no problems. In addition, she put on a belt with a symbol of Beshaba, the very thing the teacher gave me and which I gave to my slave – she accepted him with enthusiasm. And despite all her objections, I bought her shoes – long luxurious leather heels in which she looked more sexy, and in addition she could calmly walk along the streets, more on her already tender girlish legs.
– Wow. Ladies and Gentlemen. The master of torture arrived – it came from the stage – let’s welcome our new and first executioners for a hundred years of the executioner, we wish him success in the service and d for many years of life.
Laughter swept over the hall mixed with applause. Looking up at the stage, I saw on her, none of the bush. This is the very upstart half-elf that I wanted to put me with a laughinghouse shouting, something about the “torture masters” that night I tortured Ross. He was the son of one of the major merchants and was related to one of the noble houses, and, accordingly, had some condition and connection, which he tried to use in order to “achieve something on his own”: becoming a singer performing songs whose text consisted of wordslanguages of people and elves, which, in his opinion, was very original and unusual, and this is what he considered the root cause of the fact that women were spinning around him.
Well, to impress the people with their appearance, instilling some horror in them, but I was somewhat upset about this technique, clearly knowing that I would have to be upset today.
According to Scripture, I was supposed to sit separately from the rest at my personal table next to the stage, but in its place there were dried one hundred year old wood, my position was approximately so much empty. Seeing how a smiling waiter offers to take a place behind him, I grabbed an ax and smashed it into pieces on a grand scale. At that moment, the first notes of anxiety swept through the hall, deciding to intervene, the rector got up a little from the chair, but Morna began to calm him down, putting his palm on his shoulder, but he only turned back and turned his eyes to the rendible. The ruler of the city with a gesture ordered Findsaile to sit in place, his face read complete calm, apparently my impudent behavior seemed interesting if he decided not to take measures.
I calmly moved onto the stage on which I managed to notice a small gilded table standing on the edge of the stage. Asgar did not leave my surprise from the stage, but continued to sing and make gestures reminiscent of the dance, apparently dad took care to be dedicated to his son all evening. I demanded that the second chair be brought, but it was worth one of the tavern workers to go on stage with him, when he suddenly jumped up from the table and shouted:
– Stand, no one dares to give the slaves in this city! She has no right to sit at a table on a chair like a free person. Not in this institution!
– Opanka, it was still necessary to study the treatise on slaves in this city – I thought that I was going wrong again, but I quickly came to my senses when another idea came to mind. (approx. – There is no slavery in Prikampur. And what is, perhaps, exists as a kind of punishment for some kind of crime)
– Good sir – I shouted so that they would hear everything in the hall – Ross! On my knees … to my knees.
At this moment, it was necessary to see the faces of those present, especially the rector, when my girl sat on my knees a barrel, clasping my hand by the waist and putting my leg on the leg, so that the edge of the skirt lifted up, without showing anything interesting, but quickly moving awayAll views from Asgar on her. He also noticed this and turned into us, but quickly turned away when I sent an air kiss with an evil smile on his face. For the remaining money, I ordered a bottle of the most expensive wine and a large piece of baked meat, asking if the meat is cut. The waiter, swallowing saliva, said that I should not worry about it, watching how I stroke the ax lying on the table and retired towards the kitchen.
Time passed, the waiter did not return with the order, and Asgar still continued to flutter my nerves, with his whisper and ugly “singing”. If the first I could understand, meat without magic in five minutes not to prepare, then the second finally got me. I decided to give him a “rest” and, unwinding a chain slowly, began to let Rosa let him go to him. She walked very slowly, gradually gathering her eyes, the last from which he was guessing whose.
– Set away from me a creature or … ”he shouted at her and shut up the same, seeing how I viciously looked at him, holding out his hand to an ax.
Ross went up to him and whispered gently in his ear of what I asked. And after a second, as if by magic, but without magic, he transferred to his beloved place at the table – next to daddy and surrounded by women. Now all the attention was completely directed towards me.
Russia returned to the place, the waiter brought our order, a music team appeared on the stage. Tultural was calm, even when Asgar looked imploringly at him from the stage, looking for support against me, but as soon as we proceed to the meal, how he found again, what to say:
– The slave does not have the right to touch food from the table of free.
– As you say sir, I answered loudly, trying to shout out the orchestra playing behind the back.
I looked at Ross. She sadly, swallowing saliva, looked at the meat.
– Want? – smiling, I asked.
I took one piece and brought it to her face, she saw him she licked.
– Open your mouth – I said and … began to feed it from hand.
Dissatisfied whispering was heard in the hall. Some representatives of the fair sex, seeing such courtship, began to look at their companions enviously. Asgar sat angrily cuddling his face, without touching food. The rector made Facepalm, looking at him, Morna covered her mouth with a napkin to hide a smile. And that time we took turns using a piece by a piece.
– Guilt? I asked Rossa.
– As you say the owner! She answered.
I smiled and opened the bottle, raised it high above my head.
– For my appointment, successes in the service and a long and happy life – I said the first toast, and again made me be horrified to be horrified, watching me in my hand a drink, which they intelligently drink with small glasses behind a secular conversation, I squeeze it out of my throat like ordinary water.
– For my beautiful slave – I said the next toast, filled a full mouth with wine and holding the chain closer to the collar, pulled Ross to him and … merged with her in a kiss forcing the wine to splashing in our mouths flowing there. And then Ross surprised me, answering unexpected reciprocity. Covering me with her hands behind her head, she turned the usual kiss into a passionate, running my tongue into my mouth and wrapping it with my. Not forgotten pleasure. Her rough tongue gave some exotic kiss. From the pleasure, I sung a little down the chair because of which the girl had to turn slightly, providing a part of the ass, which I immediately covered my hand and began to crush and caress, to the public, which began to divide into several camps with my understanding of what was happening: who-That was indignant in such a shameless behavior, someone believed that I demonstrated an excellent way to bypass some laws or simply a secret received pleasure, some couples under the influence of not satisfied girls, wanted to repeat what was happening. Rossi did not calm down everything, eagerly caressing me on my neck and back and kissing me frantically, clutching my eyes from pleasure.
The culmination of the performance was approaching.
I looked at those present and when I noticed that most of them carefully looked, began to slowly and slowly remove the hand from the buttock of Tifling, exposing it to the public display and when all the attention was switched to it, I abruptly removed my hand and grabbed the edge of the skirt, sharply lifted him up on himself, giving everyone to see the charms of my slave. This caused a real explosion. The commotion began. Someone began to close his eyes to someone, and someone was especially attentive to the reward of a slap in the face. One of the girls sitting next to Asgar pouted her cheeks and covering her mouth with his hand ran out of the hall towards the exit, and Asgar himself ran away after her. The rector was ready to fail underground at the place where he was sitting. Morna sat with serious face listening to the rector’s angry speech, stroking her ear with an extended thumb, obviously doing it so that I would see.
When the wine ended in splashing in our mouths, for the most part descending into our stomachs in the trace of meat, we stopped kissing. I admired the admiration at Ross. She looked at me, not looking up, eyes shiny with joy. The remnants of wine flowed through her chin, licking which she showed me another demonic sign in the form of a long -bifurcated tongue.
– You are my sweet – I said, licked my lips – who taught you to kiss you?
– Mistress – she answered joyfully.
– Interesting – I said in surprise – and what else she taught you?
Ross wrapped my around my neck and said closer to my ear:
– I’ll show you tonight if you allow.
– Uuu. With pleasure, I answered joyfully, kissing her on the cheek – yes you are a beauty in full, I look.
– I don’t know – giggling, she answered, shrugging her shoulders – I had never tried alcohol before. The hostess did not allow me to drink with her guests. But now I feel as good as you never had before.
– Well then, then let’s go, we will not spoil the holiday to people.
– Good owner.
Rossa got off me, took a non -finished bottle of wine, and we went through the stage in the direction to the exit, having previously stopped in the middle. Having made a gesture to the orchestra, I turned to the guests:
– Enjoy the evening of the Lord. If my services are needed, you know where to look for me. Price list of prices weighs on the door. Good night everybody. I ask you not to disturb until morning.
Applause. A curtain.
Chapter 3. “The wedding night.
I remember the house by the river,
Pine forest around.
A ravine in which a stream text,
And behind the river meadow.
And us, according to God’s days
Splashing in the river.
And mother’s laughter and pines noise,
And pebbles in the hand.
I recently recently in those places
I came from afar.
The house is destroyed, and the forest burned down,
And the river dried up.
Everything was alien, like in a dream,
It seems to me since then,
That my life dreamed to me
And still dreams.
And it means dark wine,
Lying on me, –
Only a shadow flickering for a moment
In a happy children’s dream.
And that means I will wake up soon
And having drunk milk,
I’ll rush down there on the path,
Where the river splashes…*
– What a marvelous night. Isn’t it? – I turned to my assistant, looking at the moon.
– Night is just a wonderful owner. But please! Let’s go home as soon as possible – she answered, clinging closer to me and trembling from the cold.
– Went. We will not freeze.
It could not be called cold. So a cool breeze blowing at night from the sea and bringing to a sprinkled area of at least some freshness. But for her, this was enough to cheat. Very warm -blooded creature. Although this is not surprising. The origin makes itself felt.
All the way to the house from the “Bored Prince” we walked in an embrace, swaying from side to side, like two drunken sailors, alternately drinking wine from a bottle and singing songs of the Luskan pirates that I had to hear and remember during my journey during my journey. Judging by the fact that wolves from the forest began to sing along, which was clearly heard even in the distant port area, it turned out to be lousy. But we spat on everything, even when the awakened residents of the houses that stood in the way of our follow, with cries of indignation, went out into the street, armed – whatever, ready to linch us. It would not have been difficult for them – it’s so easy to stab with a pitchfork and bury it somewhere or throw it at sea, and then let the guard in the morning analyze. But none of them dared to touch us with a finger, they only looked around, with a numbness on their faces. “We just – very lucky” – so I thought then.
– So we sailed! – I said with a laugh when, together with Rossa, I broke into the door of my own house in an embrace and, stumbling on the threshold, fell to the floor, overturning it on himself. And lay down for several minutes. I was already ready for the fact that I would have to spend the night like this, if not for my assistant…
– Captain, she said. – Let’s get to the port.
I looked at her inquiringly. She looked at the bed.
– Oh no, I’m good here and here! – I grumbled displeasedly, looking at the ceiling, which in my eyes began to walk around. – You will not make me budge.
– That’s how? She said, judging by her eyes, taking what I said, as a challenge thrown to her. – Let’s see.
Having handed me a bottle, she got up and, turning her back to me, took a few steps towards the door. Closing her on the bolt, and muttering something under her breath, she turned to me again and, making a thoughtful face, began to study me intently, thereby trying to find a solution over her task.
Nuuuuu? – I pulled out, languidly demonstrating my interest and even more spread on the floor, took the barbarov’s pose, in which they love to sleep on the street, if they don’t have time to get to their tent or to the camp at all.
With one dexterous movement, she jumped out of her boots, without even lining them, and landed right between my legs spread out in different directions. Having rested with one foot on the floor, the second she put on my stomach and began to make it in circular movements, as if massaging it. I lay motionless, quite rumbling, and the thought flashed through my head that it was, of course, pleasant, but that you, dear, torture to achieve it, I do not understand. But she seemed to read my thoughts, because as soon as I thought I thought about it sharply slipped in the direction of the groin and slightly, but tangibly came. From surprise, I grunted. Ross made a satisfied face, seeing that now I paid attention to her actions. Slowly slowly, she began to take steps towards the bed, brazenly paving her path right through my body.
– FUUT-FUT-I whistled, at the sight of the spectacle that appeared before my eyes, when she stopped for a while and went on.
Turning around, I crouched, folded my legs together and began to observe. My girl went to the bed. Slowly and gracefully rearranging the legs, forcing his ass making circular movements and waving her tail in a beat. Having reached the bed, she turned to face me and her hands spread like wings, pushing herself from the floor, plopped down on the bed and shook her like a little child.
– Oh, how soft and warm. Not what is there – on the cold floor.
– But here is a cool breeze and a bottle of excellent wine – I blurted out, not knowing how to answer her.
– And then … – my assistant began and thought.
But soon a cunning look appeared on her face, not taking from me that she stood her legs on the bed and began to dance.
– … Hot, thirsty for love, the girl – she added and began to throw off her clothes.
– You are a port whore or something? If the bed is the port – watching her, I thought and slapped myself with a palm on my lips when I realized that I was about to pronounce it out loud. Funny, but insulting.
Meanwhile, she, remaining absolutely naked, began to wriggle like a cat, with smooth movements of her hands to caress her body, making her dance increasingly bewitching. Blood boiled in me. I didn’t think I could be so excited. What did she do? It was just magical. I think that if the tifling had a wedding, he would certainly have to look like that. In conclusion, she turned to me with her back, sank on all fours, arched back and, raising her tail, asked: – You want?
– Oh you, little beast, I said, crawling to the bed – now I’ll show you!
– We are waiting – she froze, waving her ass to the sides.
Having thrown off my shirt, I crouched on the bed and, clutching Ross from behind, dragged me to me forcing me to sit down and be in my arms.
– Now I will play a little with you – I whispered in her ear and deeply inhaled the aroma of her hair. Ugh! They smelled of ash. This smell, like much more, went to her in the inheritance. In the meantime, I continued.
My lips began to cover her neck with kisses, hands, as if not listening to me, began to walk through her body: to crush her chest, stroke his tummy, chop on the ass. She wriggled, like a snake, lining up with pleasure and, clinging to my hands: either taking them to the sides, then pushing them, then just got down, scratching her nails – tried to interrupt my affectionate. So she involuntarily struggled with pleasure, which her not prepared mind did not want to accept, at least in such an excessive number for our first “mating” night. But I did not even think to stop and finally put my hands between her legs and made a couple of caressing movements on her brush, launched his finger inside.
– Hi-hee-she giggled and trembling ran across her body.
– Tickling?
– And at the same time it is so nice that even somehow too much! – she answered, through the stray breath – how do you do all this?
– Secret! – I answered, unbuttoning the belt on the trousers. – Now it will be even more pleasant.
– Wait, I cried out now.
Rossa stretched forward and sticking her hand under the pillow took out a small bubble with a black slurry inside. Turning to face me, she opened it, licked a little of this substance and, having grimaced the acidic grimace on her face, swallowed.
– What is this?
– Special decoction. I prepared it myself. Mrs. Innsangar said that I must accept it when we do this, unless, of course, we want to have a damn thing. And I don’t want to have some features in bed here in bed. It will be terrible, yes?
– Kh. So the hell?
– Yes.
I shrugged. It’s even good for her that I did not correctly understand what Morna really meant. Rossa, meanwhile, rested on outstretched arms, spread her legs wide.
– I’m ready!
– Check – I thought and, without answering, sharply pounced on it forcing it to lean back and lie down on the bed. From surprise, she cried out loudly, but then she laughed. I again began to “tickle” her and passionately kiss her on the lips. Getting indescribable pleasure from how she fiders under me in contact with swollen papillae with my chest and walks with playful hands on my body, until my penis was in one of them in the arms of one of them.
– AI? – Ross squealed and began to drive her hand on him, evaluating what she had happened once and would have to again.
– Do not be afraid, I said, looking into her frightened eyes – I will be careful.
Ross nodded, and under the control of her hands, my member began movement.
– Aaaaa – she said plumply, as soon as I only plunged the head into her.
– Hush, quieter baby. Everything will be fine – he sentenced her in her ear, continuing to move until my cock plunged into it, as far as he could, without feeling resistance.
– Ah – came from her mouth when trembling legs instinctively clasped me, and my eyes closed my eyes. I slowly increased the pace, trying not to make sudden movements, in response to which she opened her mouth wide, only managing them to swallow the air, so that with the next exhale to convey sweet, pleasant ears, which can only make groaning from pleasureyoung woman. Closer to the end of the act that she just did not do, trying to cope with the upcoming orgasm: she scratched my back, bit by the ear, and in the end, when a wave of orgasm reached its peak, arched back and, putting her fingers in her mouth, extended the last one for this nightmoan.
I lay motionless, feeling how my cock pulsates, filling the hot vagina of my slave with seed. Hot is not the right word. It was just fiery, like chest and face … and hands? … and legs? Oh Gods! Yes, she is “burning”.
– RO you feel bad? I asked with anxiety in my voice.
– No, master! I just feel delightful-she answered, smiling at the top of her mouth, looking, somewhere up, eyes littered in the dark, which like two red lights, caught fire when the last torch went out in the room.
– And you feel bad, the owner? You are all some kind of wet-she asked excitingly, seeing sweat flowing down my face with big drops.
– I don’t have a very good baby – I answered – Morna taught you all this?
– Yes. Everything is for you. – the girl answered, smiling – you liked it?
Hearing this – I thought.
-Something is wrong? – with the confusion that appeared, she asked.
Having squinted my eyes strongly, I sighed. Thinking is it worth talking about now under such circumstances.
– Be honest with me! – opening his eyes, I said with pressure in his voice. – You strengthened all this for three weeks for my sake – the person who tortured you and then raped you? Do not believe something. Everything can be, of course. But, in my opinion, this is not very much, it looks like the truth.
Ross looked down. She was ready to cry, but restrained herself in time, leaving only slightly wet eyes from her desire.
– Okay, only please do not be offended by your teacher. Despite nothing, I consider her good person to whom I owe many.
– I promise – I answered firmly.
– You see?! When she took me to her, she said that she would teach me what could be useful to me to serve her now, and later my new master. Which is possible, as she said, you will become if you return from the campaign. I asked: “What if I will not succeed?”To which she answered me that everything would definitely work out for me, if … – swallowing saliva, she continued. – … I do not want her to sell me into slavery to the Teats, where such punishment will wait for me for the offenses that the “night” will seem to me just entertainment. And I began to be doubly trying, realizing that I have no other choice in any case.
I looked into her eyes and I was ashamed of something, but I could not help but ask the next question.
– Have you forgiven me?
– Certainly! At first I cursed you for what you did with me, but the hostess invited me to think that if everything you did was correct. After all, in your place could be different and who knows what he would have done to me, and would I get into the infirmary after that, and not immediately … in the cemetery. And when she said that you went on a hike to prove my fault, I began to pray for you, every night. Pray for your return.
She grabbed me tightly like a small monkey: pressing her arms and legs and tail – as if afraid: let go, lose, wake up and not see nearby.
– I love you, master. You and Mrs. gave me a second chance. I understand this. I will do everything for you, as I promised. Please do not drive me.
– I love you too, hell. And I will not drive you away.
– Thank you. – She whispered and closing her eyes, suddenly fell asleep, loosening her grip and allowing me to calmly turn on my back to take the pose convenient for sleeping. But I didn’t want to sleep at all. I just lay and looked out the window at a dark, clean from the stars and a cloud, a complete moon. He looked as if she had fascinated by her, not moving, only stroking a dew quietly sniffing in a dream through her silky hair, directing his gaze into the void of the window opening.
– Are you alive? – Suddenly heard over my ear.
I turned my head with fright and wanted to cry out, but my finger, sliding along my lips, interrupted my attempt.
– Surprised? – Morna said with a gentle and as always in a calm voice, leading a finger further down my body.
– Still would! – I answered in a trembling voice, looking around her … Naked body.
Oh Gods! Is this woman could not be desired, no matter how much she really was? She was perfect in everything: a body, clean and velvety like an elven, like a baby’s skin, is ruddy, and sincere face like an innocent girl. The dream of any boy who has come down from the pages of one of the novels whose authors are very fond of idealizing the appearance of their characters. Only she is here, in front of me, to willow.
– Uuum. Yes she, I look, fell in love with you.
– Why do you think so?
– You look like a hand and a knife from above, I put my head on my chest. Eh, mistresses.
At that moment, Ross froze and muttered something.
– Don’t be afraid. He will not wake up. Here only we are with you.
– Where is it here?
– Well, you can assume that in a dream.
– What does it mean “you can believe that in a dream”?
– Look around!
Hearing this, I looked around. I did not notice anything in the atmosphere of the room of the unusual room, except that in the air it was a pleasant, sweet smell – the smell of a woman who so attracts us to them. It is difficult to explain what it is, but it was I who felt it. I looked out the window again. In unnaturally white, the Black Moon sailed the sky. I directed my gaze to Morna again.
– But how?
– Listen, you are also ready to get all your secrets at the first opportunity?
I thought.
– Forget it well. Why did you … come?
– Talk. To start. You have arranged a very interesting idea today.
– It seemed to me that you liked it.
– Yes, I liked it. I love impudence and courage. But did you think that you were doing? What did you want to achieve this?
– Yes, thought. I decided to show that I am not the modest boy anymore, which you and the rector outlined me when they decided to push it to it. That I want respect for myself and my profession, which has always been to her in this city. So the book says. And just that I am not afraid of none of them. So on the scaffold my hand will not tremble in front of which of them.
– Yeees? And it seemed to me that you myself wanted to go to the scaffold as a “client”? You are not afraid that you will be there forward?
– How is that? I will execute myself there, I will have to? Or maybe you know where else to find such a “fool” as me? Such that, having read the book about the history of his craft, and having learned how the tragedy of one of his predecessors befell, which is why the Marshal’s place was empty for a hundred years (approx. – the real name of the post of executioner in Prokkupur) will agree to become them?
Morna made a surprised face. She apparently did not expect this from me.
– I don’t even know what to think about you now? Felts you are so smart, felts so stupid that I did, what did. Can not understand. Apparently this will tell time.
Our dialogue was interrupted just at the moment when the finger of Morna, who began his journey from my mouth, was lying on my member. Having cooled the finger of my seed left on the tip of the head, she moved her hand to her vagina, from where, having made several caressing movements, she sailed up her body and stopped at her mouth. Closing her eyes, she began to lick her finger furiously.
– Honey! Do not want to take advantage of the opportunity? Today I will not kill me. At least while the killer is sleeping.
– No thanks – I answered coldly, holding it tightly to my dew. – Now I don’t want.
– Do not want? – Morna said displeasedly.
I myself was surprised how easily I could refuse such a woman. Raising her head, she directed a contemptuous glance at Ross.
– I underestimated you, the girl, she said quietly, shaking her head, looking at the sleeping dew, as if at a competitor.
– You are talking about?
– A? Yes, there’s nothing about – in a hurry she answered, realizing what he was saying aloud. – What are your plans for her?
– Well, certainly I will not send her to work in the brothel.
– What are you talking about?
– You don’t know?
– And I understood. She told you everything. I lied. That she would try better. Fear, you know, an effective tool.
– I do not believe you. Why did you then teach her art “whores”. It was possible to do something else.
– What? Combat magic, for example? That one day, she then killed me in revenge and killed me?
– I wouldn’t kill with a collar. But like a slave, with such skills, you would definitely not sell it. But like a cook, a maid and a whore -. You can help out for such a lot.
Morna laughed wildly.
– You got me out. So, what is next?
– You do not think that you did not act fairly with her?
– Not fair? She tried to kill me, and I had to say thank her for that? Ross to remember came to me for the book “Master of Punishment”. Apparently due to a lack of time, and the fact that I saw in the “Baby Prince”, you did not have time to read further than the head of the “privilege”. There is further, there is a set of laws of the city and a complete list of punishment. You can choose what you want instead of slavery. Crush the brushes with a hammer as a thief, for example. Like? The city council had many such ideas on what to do with it within the framework of the law, but the rector Findsail, one might say, won the right to make a choice for me, as for the victim. Well, how do you think now? I did the right thing?
I was silent, bowing my head.
– You can not answer. I understand that pride will not allow to recognize this out loud. Since you will do it with her?
– Let it stay with me. With such skills, it will be very useful to me – demonstratively kissing Ross on the cheek, I answered. – Moreover, I like her. From the first earnings I will definitely free her from slavery.
Morna slapped me on the shoulder.
– What nobility, you just think?! – she said mockingly – Silly boy! Why do you need her “freedom”? You continue to feel guilty in front of her? Do you want to ate guilt? Throw! She herself went to this, knowing about the consequences. And deserved what she deserved.
The pause hung. We, silently, looked at each other: Morna is waiting for my answer, and when I get the strength to me to speak out. Making a deep breath, I decided and continued the dialogue:
– Teacher?
– Yes, dear?
– By the way about her … – I said, swallowing the words – Remember you said that this journey benefited me.
– Calm, calm. Continue – Morna said to me, seeing that I was nervous.
– It aroused in me the memories of childhood, about that war. You know, I am also an orphan, like she? I vaguely remember the faces of parents, friends and acquaintances. But I remember that among those who were with me there were a lot of “nonhumans”. And it seems to me that I knew Ross, already then being a little boy. Next to her I feel much better. Perhaps I really acted in the fool, there, in the “bored prince”, but I did not have a lot of time to think about my actions well. And I decided to go at all. The presence of Rossa betrayed me self-confidence and, in my opinion, this is not by chance. When she seems to me that I will succeed, that everything will be fine, I’m ready to take a chance and spit on what consequences can be. It feels like something connects us. But what and why I can’t understand.
When I finished Morna was no longer there. She seemed to evaporate. Looking at the window still, I fell asleep. Real sleep. Maybe?!
P.WITH. *A passage from the poem by Sergey Kalugin “Das Boot” was used as the memories of the protagonist.
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