Right hand. Prince of Darkness. Dmitry Nazarov
Читать онлайн книгу.
thought was really good. I did not know the local human habits well enough, so a savvy companion was not superfluous at all. And Eitan has nowhere to go, and I, in fact, provided him with a route. And at the same time – a means of transportation, so he won doubly. But there was enough space in the chariot, the rashtang is not heavy, so I do not feel sorry.
Meanwhile, the flame crackled satiated, unobtrusively illuminating the companion’s face and his naked torso. Instincts stirred again in the body, but I did not have time to figure out what was happening when the male lips touched mine. However, whether Eitan himself understood anything is also a question. Recent worries, a nightly vigil, the excitement of a chase, the euphoria of a dropped spell – such an explosive mixture will confuse anyone. In addition, the closeness of people like me weakens the framework in which people push themselves to meet the requirements of society. True, I tried to keep my natural abilities in check – I put my own limits on myself, so to speak – but maybe I let go for a while.
I didn’t return the kiss. I had not been on earth for too long, and out of habit this occupation seemed strange to me. But Eitana’s neck was wrapped around willingly. He looked into my eyes, apparently trying to figure out this discrepancy and determine the degree of my favor. And, probably, he saw something that allowed him to continue. However, he did not repeat the bad experience. Gently, like a puppy looking for milk, his lips touched my forehead, temple, crown. The body responded with sweet languor. I inhaled deeply the disturbing, stupefying smell of a male body, purred contentedly and, slightly arching, greedily licked his skin.
If I told him now who he really is, Eitan would probably run as fast as he could in horror, deciding that they were going to feast on his flesh. But the guy had no idea who he was contacting, and therefore, exhaling noisily, he took my chin, forcing me to raise my head. The vicious half-smile seemed to please him. He rubbed his earlobe a little with his lips, gradually descended lower and clung to his neck, like a vampire. Of course, I would have felt a real vampire, and this guy had other goals, but the comparison still seemed appropriate. A wave of trembling ran through my body, a sense of anticipation bubbling over like waves at high tide. I did not deny myself a long sweet moan. There is no reason for me to adhere to anyone else’s framework and ideas of decency.
Of course, such a reaction only provoked the man, he began to pave the path of greedy kisses lower and lower, lowered his dress, dug his lips into his bare shoulder and made an attempt to get to his chest. Sweet anticipation mixed with irritation: if he starts treating all parts of my body so carefully, we won’t be able to manage it until morning! I wanted to grab him by the collar, shake him a couple of times and force him to proceed to the main thing, even if he refuses. It’s strange, I’ve never been so impatient before. It seems that the long absence on earth and the new shell had an effect.
Of course, I didn’t shake the poor fellow, but I realized that I had to take matters into my own hands, and, resolutely pulling off my dress, threw it onto the nearest branch. It seems that it turned out to be farther than an ordinary woman could throw, but, thank the prince of Darkness, Eitan did not pay attention to such trifles now. For some time I let him play with my breasts, ready to howl like a wolf from the delay, but at the same time receiving from it an incomprehensible, not otherwise masochistic, pleasure. Feeling his body, she scratched her back with her claws, raised her finger to her mouth, licked a drop of warm blood, and her eyes were literally covered with a veil of fog. Fortunately, the partner himself was not going to hesitate.
At the moment of penetration, I almost rolled my eyes in pleasure. The tension began to rise again. I wrapped my legs around the man’s hips, wrapped my arms around my back, where new scratches were likely to appear. The pace intensified, the sharpness of feelings reached its highest point, it was no longer waves, but a tsunami, a powerful barrier from the outside world, depriving everything that was going on there, beyond it, of meaning. And then, as if abruptly, the spring compressed to the limit was released, releasing the accumulated tension. Our bodies shook with trembling, and then came a blissful peace. And the dream came very quickly.
When I woke up, the disk of the sun had risen high enough to lose the redness of dawn. Rashtang stood nearby and pretended to nibble grass, as befits a decent horse. In fact, he continually sniffed and flared his nostrils, as if he smelled the smell of blood.
I jumped up, because it was not very pleasant to lie on the thorny grass. She dusted herself off and only then noticed Eitan. He froze a few yards away from me, his eyes flashing with anger, as if he had identified the criminal. Really guessed about my demonic origin?
– Are you a virgin! He breathed accusatory in response to my questioning look.
Oh you… Now something became clear. And increased interest in rashtanga, and reddish spots on the grass. Needless to say, I didn’t feel anything. And completely forgot about it. But, if you think about it, in this particular body I have never dealt with men – until last night.
– Not anymore, – I shrugged nonchalantly.
– And what did it all mean? – the guy breathed out. From my point of view, much more emotional than it should be. Did you set everything up from the very beginning? What do you want? For me to marry you? I, as an honest person, now have to do this, right?
– Uuu, it seems someone has developed a fad after yesterday, – I drawled knowingly. – Don’t worry, honest man, not all the women of this world are tempted to take you as their husband. So don’t suffer.
Now he looked at me less confidently, but still extremely suspicious. I stepped forward, still naked, and held out my hand in his direction.
– Do you have a sword? Or at least something more or less spicy?
– Why?
Eitan seemed desperate to guess what actions to expect from my person.
– I want to kill you so that no one gets it, – in the tone -What is incomprehensible here? – I responded.
He pursed his lips in displeasure: who would like it when they laugh at him?
– The sword was left with my dear failed father-in-law. It was not to be dragged with him to the wedding. There is a dagger.
The sword, then, is not allowed at the wedding, but the blade is shorter – please? Another incomprehensible human invention. But in principle, I didn’t care: a dagger would do, even more convenient.
– Come here.
Eitan, for the sake of order, drilled me a little more with his eyes, but then he nevertheless bent down to his belt, which was still lying on the ground, pulled the weapon from its scabbard and handed it to me. Without thinking or hesitating, I made a rather deep cut on my wrist. Rashtang snorted, blood streamed profusely down his arm and dripped onto the grass. Red on green is a beautiful combination, especially when both symbolize life. No, not even that: it is life itself.
– I swear before the Prince of Darkness that I will not marry you, – I announced solemnly. – Let the scar that will remain on my arm be evidence of this. – Then she went up to the stunned Eitan and, putting the hilt into his palm, inquired in a casual tone: – Will it fit?
– You’re definitely not normal, – he shook his head, looking at my back as I pushed the muzzle of the rashtang away and walked towards my dress.
I snorted, not much quieter than my imaginary horse had just before.
– It seems to me that you are all crazy here.
– Who are we? Eitan asked in bewilderment and even looked around just in case. Couldn’t find anyone but a rashtang, and summed