Ви Корс - The Mist and the Lightning. Part 17

“I'm fine now.”

“And you will feel even better!”

“What if these drugs are really against constipation?”

Kors looked at him and laughed.

“Nik, my love, are you kidding me? A sense of humor is not your greatest strength. Everything will be fine, trust me,” he gently hugged Nik, stroking his head and kissed the cheek that was not covered by hair with his renewed letter on it. He kissed his letter, as he did constantly.

“What do you want for dinner? I will order to cook for you.”

“I don’t know.”

“These sea creatures from the Upper World, although they look disgusting, taste very good.”

“Who smell like a dirty slut?”

“What?! A-ha-ha, Nik, I have no idea what an unwashed slut smells like.”

“Well… like a fish…”

“Well, now, it seems, I will not be able to touch this dish.”

“Sorry.”

“Okay, the black and green grape-like berries are quite tasty.”

“Which are salty?”

“Yes.”

“Oh no.”

“Why? Are they like a dirty whore too?”

“Well, they are wet and salty… but I'm not because of this…”

“Nik! Now I can't eat them either,” Kors laughed, “is there something that does not taste and smell like a whore?”

And Nik laughed too.

“We’ll be right back, and I’ll give the order for the slave to start setting the table. And to properly heat that marble room with hot steam.”

And Kors cheerfully walked through the arches and enfilades, pacing the palace as if it belonged to him, and Nik, limping slightly, silently followed him.

Arel was lying on the bed, and Kors shook his head.

“Arel, how can you be so lazy? You don't do anything at all, you don't do anything. You are not helping us in any way!”

Arel looked at him with haughty indifference and yawned.

“An absolutely useless creature. Cover your mouth with your hand when you yawn. Senseless creature, what should I order to eat? Maybe you should get an injection too, you must be contagious. What am I talking about? And I probably am contagious too. I, too, already have an infection from you. But why didn't I take my doctor with me!”

“Because he’s not really yours, but the doctor of blacks?” Said Nik carefully.

“Well, our doctor of blacks, he doesn’t pretend to be so clever as this red.”

“Because he stayed with seriously wounded Varah.”

“Yes, I let the guts out of him,” Kors smiled. “For you, my love!”

“You seriously injured him, the infection began.”

“Let him die in a puddle of his own shit, there was no need to leave the doctor with him.”

“Zagpeace thought differently.”

“Why are you talking to me now about Zagpeace? I can’t hear about him, and I’m not cold yet, Nik, I’ll be carried away now.”

Nik thought it best to remain silent.

“Arel, don't start biting your nails! Now take your hand off your face!”

Kors looked with regret at Arel’s beautiful aristocratic hand with long thin fingers, “decorated” with black “rings” of unclean ones.

“How you ruined his hand!”

Nik didn’t answer and quickly touched his nose with his hand. Kors caught his hand, pulling it towards him, removing his glove and kissing.

“Stop doing that. Stop it, my naughty Demon bad student!”

“Who?! This is something new, before I was dirty and shaggy for you.”

“Yes. But thanks to my efforts, you began to wash more often, and I take care of your hair. Now we need to start teaching you.”

“Oh…”

Kors sat Nik next to him on the edge of the bed, and, slightly removing his brush from him, began to examine the black fingers:

“How can you paint black the skin under the nails?”

“Well, these are not really nails…”

“Yes, tell me how you can create this horror with yourself.”

“Maybe I should not?”

“Tell me!”

“Well, nails… human nails are ripped out…”

“Well! Further…”

“Black paint is introduced into the wound, then the unclean claws take root.”

“Did you do this with all your fingers at once or one at a time?”

Nik didn’t answer, Kors kissed his hand:

“Do you like what I give you, my Demon Son, do you like it?” He whispered.

“Yeah…”

“This Cartmer, he was looking at you, he thought: “how beautiful”, did you hear it?”

“No. Vitor, don't make it up.”

“Divine beauty of the Upper”, you heard, you are just cunning now. You heard everything.”

“I have heard this many times, as well as exactly the opposite.”

“Arel, come to me, useless stupid creature, ah-ah, why are you so, Arel, so… ah-ah!”

They undressed, and Nik put Kors on his back, he agreed to accept and all opened to meet him:

“Fuck me the way I fuck you,” he whispered, “do to me as I do to you.”

Nikto pulled it out almost to the end and pushed it back sharply, leaning strongly forward. Kors couldn’t help but wheeze under him.

“So?” Nik asked.

“Yes. Yes. More… don't pity me…”

Nik made a few more of the same hard thrusts all the way and hit Kors in the ribs, he twitched under him:

“Ah, damn…”

Nikto again began to fuck him, and at some point, when Kors had already relaxed a little and did not expect this at all, he suddenly quite tangibly knocked him in the balls and standing cock.

“Oh!”

Kors tried to break free, and Nikto slapped him in the face, on the cheek, slapping him tangibly in the face.

“Not! Nik! I don’t do that! Stop doing that!” Shouted Kors.

And Nikto in his thoughts said: “dirty little rubbish, you must be properly punished!”

“What?” And Kors laughed. He lay under his Nik, shuddering with laughter, shading his eyes with his bent elbow, then slightly removed it, looking at Nik from under his arm, and Nik, unable to resist, began to laugh too.

He stopped, without removing the cock from Kors, but not continuing:

“Vitor, stop laughing, I can't stand that!”

“Do I really think so when I'm fucking you?”

“Yes.”

They laughed again.

“Well, no, I just can't come,” said Nik, “you make me laugh.”

“It's strange that you don’t laugh under me when you hear that,” Kors smiled.

“Arel, shut him up at last,” said Nik, and Arel, who had been lying next to him all this time and watching what they were doing, immediately leaned on Kors, sitting down on his face.

“Arel… no, no… um…”

They continued, no longer being distracted, and Nik and Arel, without much imagination, bluntly pounded Kors from different sides, periodically switching places. Kors gave himself up to his young lovers and allowed everything and did for them what they wanted, forgetting about dinner and about a room with marble benches and warm steam. Forgetting everything.

23

Friendly holiday

Karina didn’t understand how to dress and what to wear. The slaves brought a mountain of clothes: underwear, a bunch of fluffy petticoats, corsets, dresses and embroidered capes. But she didn’t want to wear a cape at the ball, especially since this holiday was more for her own people. But at the same time, Karina understood that reds supporting the policy of Lis would still be present there, his father, Igmer, would be there, and she didn’t want to somehow compromise her husband, disgrace him with her inappropriate appearance. And the traditions of the reds towards women were too strict, and Karina was depressed. How should she dress so as not to embarrass herself? The cape, of course, was the simplest and most correct solution, but Karina couldn’t stand it, although now she clearly understood that in this city she would have to wear it, if only just so that they would not stare at her like a black sheep. She turned to the three slaves. Faceless, immovable sacks, they stood at the entrance, waiting for the order of the mistress.

“Can any of you speak?” Asked Karina. “Or have all your tongues cut off?”

“I can, lady,” said one of the slaves.

“And they?”

“They can’t. I am in charge here, they obey me.”

“Good. What is your name?”

“Uh-uh … a slave, lady.”

“Just a slave? Don't you have a name?”

“No.”

“But this is very inconvenient. Let's call you something. What name do you like?”

“Do you want me to choose a name for myself, lady?”

“Yes.”

The girl froze for a second:

“I don’t know…”

“Maybe let's call you Diamond?” Said Karina. “After all, you are from the Ore town, where diamonds are mined.”

The slave hesitated:

“And then maybe better Gold, if possible, lady?”

Karina laughed:

“Of course! So, you will be my slave, and your name will be Gold.”

“Thank you, lady.”

“You know the customers of the reds better, tell me what to wear for the holiday so as to look dignified. My husband’s father will be there, he is very strict.”

The slave immediately handed Karina a very beautiful cape embroidered with silk and precious stones.

“Oh, no, not that! Is it possible to wear something other than a cape?”

“Then the mask, lady.”

“Excellent,” Karina muttered, “one is not better than the other. Okay, what mask?”

“I'll bring it in now, lady.”

The girls quickly ran out and very soon returned with a whole box of all kinds of masks. Karina chose one of them, the mask was completely made of gold, but light and delicate, like thin lace, and it covered only the upper part of her face, leaving her lips and chin open.

“This?”

The slave nodded.

“Yes, lady.”

“Is it decent?”

“If your husband doesn’t mind, then it is possible to wear it for a festive evening. But not on the street.”

Karina looked at the slave:

“Take off the cape.”

She seemed taken aback:

“But I can't do that.

“I order, take it off. If the lady ordered it, then you can.”

The girl lifted the top of her cape over to reveal her face. She turned out to be red-haired and freckled and painfully reminded Karina of her former Lis. How cute he was! Nikto ennobled his appearance, but at the same time deprived Lis of his personality. But his bright fiery hair suited him so well! But Karina understood that if it was possible to return everything, Lis would never agree to this.

“Oh, you really are golden!”

The slave looked at Karina, and her face was cheerful, her amber eyes sparkled with fervor, it seemed that she didn’t suffer from her inferior position. Although Karina could imagine with horror what it would be like to be in her place. Being a slave to the Reds is even worse than being a slave to the unclean.

“Send these girls away, stay with me only you. And get me a bath.”

“Okay, lady.”

“And get me a bath.”

Karina undressed, and Gold involuntarily stared at her decorated body with round eyes. Due to the fact that the slave woman spent her whole life closed from head to toe, she didn’t know how to control her expression at all, and all emotions were reflected on her face, like she was a child.

“Why are you looking as if you feel sorry for me?” Karina smiled.

“You are so thin, lady, well, that’s nothing terrible, rest, gain weight. And then I'll bring the pads, we'll insert them in the front and back.”

“I can do without all this heap of rags and an artificial ass. No, I don’t need it!”

“And the breast?”

Karina looked at her chest:

“Yes, you can get a little in the breast,” she agreed.