I “hear” him! Tell me, did he tell you the same as I did, about his superiority? That he is true black?”
“Well, of course! “I am a prince, no one is equal to me, only Demons”, Nikto grinned, “well and all that. He is the same as you, noble blacks, in fact, well, maybe just now just a little less freaking out.”
“You slept with Lis. And you were with other people of the prince too?”
“Yes. Arel let me be gang raped.”
“I cannot believe it! And Enriki Galas? I had not noticed anything about him like this before.”
“No, I just sucked Enriki.”
“Fuck! Is there anyone you haven't fucked with?!”
Nikto laughed:
“Of course there is! There are many of your black mercenaries.”
“That is, with your unclean ones, have you already rested with every one of them?”
“Are you excited by such conversations?”
“Simply, simply, such, uh … free morals reign in your midst … and … and … I worry about my daughter. For Karina, – got out Kors. – Did you rape her? Also let in a circle? And don't say it isn't! Everybody fucked her here.
“No, not like this. Kors, I swear to you, it was all voluntary.”
“Well, you may not, but Prince Arel for sure! I know him very well!”
And Kors “heard” suddenly how Arel thought a little contemptuously: “It is very necessary, she wanted me herself and came to my Castle, she was wet from me.” Kors caught the echo of Arel’s emotions when he thought of Karin. He seemed to have become a prince himself and felt his sex with Karina in the Castle. Her moans under him, her such passionate embrace, sheer desire and excitement. Karina really was wet from the prince, Kors didn’t expect such love of her daughter for the utter pervert Arel.
“Oh no! Cash me out! I don't want to catch it!” He shouted.
“I do nothing, you catch them yourself,” said Nikto, “you are very perceptive.”
“Yes, the specifics of my work taught me to see through people, to see even what they want to hide,” agreed Kors. “But I didn't see you.”
“I'm not quite a human, and, probably, my, as you put it, “shameful appearance” confused you. You looked at my tattoos and jewelry and didn’t see me behind them.”
“You are right as always. And why didn’t I send you your other things along with the mask! I should have sent you everything, not just the mask and the family ring. Somehow it turned out ugly.”
“You probably haven't thought about it.”
“I haven’t, honestly, I even forgot about them.”
“You simply didn’t perceive me as a person yet.”
“But I sent a mask as a sign of reconciliation! And… my own ring.”
“Yes, a mask, on the one hand, as a sign of reconciliation, but on the other, knowing now how you feel about those who wear a mask… For you, this is a sign of a slave, being in a mask is shameful and humiliating. You wanted to make up, but you humiliated me again: you sent neither my ring, nor jewelry, but a mask. My shameful mask, so that I could cover my shameful face with it.”
“Forgive me, please.”
“Come on, I’m kidding! In fact, I was very happy when you sent it to me. It was really difficult for me without it. This muzzle posed a terrible rub on the bridge of the nose.”
“Your mask is not lighter. I held it in my hands, it seemed very heavy to me, it surprised me. There are some metal inserts inside to protect the face, if I understand correctly.”
“Yes.”
Kors involuntarily glanced at the mask of Nikto, which was lying on the floor by the bed:
“How is it normal to breathe in it, and even during the battle?”
Nikto followed his gaze and also looked at his discarded mask, to where the outlines of the nose were slightly indicated on it with the more convex part.
“There are holes under the nose down there.”
“But they are very small, and often, during the battle, you want to catch your breath.”
“You can slightly raise the lower part.”
“But it's inconvenient.”
“No, it’s normal. I got used to it. You might think that noble sirs never put on a mask, that you never put on a mask.”
“They put it on,” agreed Kors, “but only when it becomes necessary to go down to the Lower City. They put on a mask to protect their identity.”
“And to come off in brothels and pubs,” added Nikto.
Kors pursed his lips, clearly not wanting to develop this theme further, and tried to change it:
“Why have you thrown it on the floor?” He looked again at the lying mask. “Nik, and then you put it on your face.”
“So what?” Nikto answered indifferently. “After all, my face is not cleaner than the floor.”
“Enough! Enough, Nik! How can I make amends for all the troubles that I have caused you? Do you want me to give you some jewelry? You love jewelry,” Kors touched his ear, “do you want me to give you my earrings? They are very expensive. This is a sign of belonging to the elite.”
“Kors, I am forbidden to wear gold, only black ones wear gold. My sign of belonging are half-blood rings.”
“Lis doesn't wear them. And he has gold earrings and rings, and such an expensive signet on his finger.”
“Yes, Lis doesn’t give a shit about anything, all the restrictions and rules, he does not set walls.”
“Frames,” corrected Kors, “Nik, I want more, inject me more.”
“Too little time has passed. It’s too early.”
“No, I want it,” Kors leaned back, he felt very good, as if he was basking in a warm gentle bath. Bliss enveloped his body, and it seemed that if he didn’t add the drug, everything would end. It was necessary to urgently add so as not to lose these magical sensations.
Responding to the mental order of Nikto, Verniy entered the room again.
Kors got up from the bed in the room of Nikto and Arel.
He suddenly decided that he had to go and find out how Karina was there, because he was worried about his daughter.
Kors walked to the door past a large painting of a winter forest. The bear on it, slightly turning its head, followed him with a gaze of burning hungry eyes and, seeing this, Kors froze, realizing that this was a hallucination and he caught glitches. He turned away from the picture with a hungry bear and quickly left, literally floated out into the corridor, and just as easily hovering above the floor, reached the room of Lis and Karina. He opened the door. They turned to him. Both Karina and Lis were completely naked.
But Lis didn’t resemble a man much, rather he looked like habir Verniy: he covered with fur and had clawed paws, and a dark red withers on a slightly stooped back. On the head were erect fox ears. The difference from the unclean servant of Nikto was only that Lis had a very beautiful huge and fluffy red tail, floor-length with white fur at the tip, the skin was reddish, and the facial features of the muzzle were slightly more human than the ones of the unclean. From the head of Lis grew strange bony shoots, sharp and resembling horns, they circled his head like a crown. Some of the teeth cut through more and grew larger, others were a little smaller, and on them lumps of gradually peeling flesh still dangled. Kors looked with disgust at the “crown” of Lis, then turned his gaze down to Karina, who was kneeling at the feet of her master. On her head, like a strange hat or helmet, sat some disgusting creature like a huge tick. Dirty-flesh-colored with gray-pink bald patches, pulsating with its soft inflated body, with numerous tentacles,