The Mist and the Lightning. Part 17. Ви Корс
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Название: The Mist and the Lightning. Part 17
Автор: Ви Корс
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“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?”
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