The Mist and the Lightning. Part 13. Ви Корс

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СКАЧАТЬ a wide strip of black fabric around his wrist and put a high leather bracelet on top, how easily he worked with his left hand, tightening the lacing.

      “I remember now your steel bracelets,” said Kors.

      “Yes. You didn't return them to me. And the rings. And hairpins. All my jewelry has been fucked up by you, Kors.”

      “I took off your rings because I wanted you to see the tattoos on your fingers.”

      “Do you think I didn't understand it?”

      “I have everything, all your things. Also the chain with the ring.”

      “Well, this is the ring of your Iness, keep it to yourself.”

      “Thank you. I will leave the ring, and I will give the rest to you when we return to the Black City.”

      “Your guards took off my earrings,” Nikto said a little upset, “now you won't find them.”

      “Earrings?”

      “My earrings, Enriki called them rat tails.”

      Kors remembered the silver earrings of Nikto, which hung down to his shoulders and really resembled rat tails in shape and length:

      “Exactly! I remembered! I didn’t take them off you, you were in the throne room with them.”

      “In the throne room,” Nikto shook his head slightly, “I was in a cage, and not in the throne room, your Nolan or how is his name took them off after, apparently he liked them, and others as well.”

      “But you found a replacement and decorated your ears even uglier.”

      Kors pushed his hair a little to the side, examining the lobe stretched out by the iron tunnels:

      “Two fingers come in.”

      Nikto shook his head slightly, dodging Kors, forcing him to pull his fingers out of the tunnel:

      “Enough of fiddling with me like with a toy, really! Why are you looking at me like that again?”

      “Strange movements, how strange you are moving, I cannot get used to it. When you want to turn your head, you turn your whole body. Where you can just turn your head, you turn your shoulders.”

      “This is a habit from the collar, it restricted me.”

      Kors ran his fingers over the obvious calluses, the hard, hardened skin on the neck of Nikto:

      “I’m guilty, because of me they put it on you. Everything that has happened to you since birth is all because of me. Your appearance, your paralysis, your scars.”

      Nikto was silent.

      “Where is it now?”

      “What?!”

      “Your collar.”

      “It stayed at the blacksmith’s, in Arel’s Estate.”

      “Why didn't you take it off earlier?”

      “Everyone liked it. The prince liked it.”

      “Did you really obey Prince Arel?”

      “In the beginning, yes.”

      “Did he humiliate you?”

      “Yes.”

      “Same as I did?”

      Nikto thought for a minute:

      “No, stronger, and at the same time no… less. He exhausted me more physically, and you press hard with words.”

      “Exhausted physically, that sounds great!”

      “He beat hard, broke my nose, knocked out my front teeth, almost broke my jaw, ah-ah, also the knee…”

      “Enough! Why did you let him?!”

      “I knocked out his eye.”

      “Are you crazy?!”

      “I liked it myself. I liked his games.”

      Kors looked at Prince Arel, who was still sitting on the bed without changing his posture and listening to their conversation with a slightly condescending expression on his face. Arel noticed Kors' gaze, and a slight haughty smile touched his beautiful lips.

      “No matter how you humiliate him, he remains a master,” Kors was amazed, “he still feels his superiority over mere mortals, 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 СКАЧАТЬ