The Mist and the Lightning. Part 12 - стр. 4
“As a noble sir, I have the right to do so – your mother is a commoner and a whore!”
“Shut up! Have you overdrank wine or something?”
“It is noble that you protect her, though not very fiercely, rather, within the bounds of decency. After all, you yourself understand everything, but…” Kors threw up his hands, “you observe the norms of behavior, this is normal, Alis, and moreover, this is correct.”
“I am sick of your arguments about the nobility and purity of blood! You consider me a subhuman, but why did you breed a half-blood yourself? Karina is a half-blood just like me!”
“Her mother was a virgin, and Karina absorbed the best of the features of the Supreme White and noble Black race.”
“And what about Nik then? Why so bad? Why hasn't he absorbed the best?”
“He has perfect facial features!”
“Noble sirs are taller, and he is a march! What would you do? Killed him without thinking? Got rid of tribalflaw?”
“He is not a march, and you know that very well, all his flaws are marks of the Devil. And he is shorter in stature because of poor living conditions, he simply didn’t have enough resources to grow tall. He survived.”
“So your half-blood children are noble, and I am not? My father is a noble member of the Superior Race of the Reds!”
“Yes, but there is nothing of him in you, since your mother was a commoner, polluted before him by a hundred other commoners of the same kind.”
“Ah well! Well, look what we dirty commoners will do with you noble sirs!” Lis got up abruptly and, going up to Arel, began to unbutton his fly, Arel shrank in fear, glancing at him from under his brows. Lis dipped his budding cock in his goblet of wine:
“Do you like sweet wine, Arel? Take a sip, suck on the sweet wine.”
And Lis forcibly opened Arel’s mouth with his fingers, pushing the head of his cock inside. Arel, without raising his eyes, took Lis’ cock. Lis turned to Kors, who winced as if in pain as he looked at it.
“This is what we, dirty, wrong and conceived in garbage dumps, will do with you, purebred elite. Look, Kors! See?”
Holding the back of Arel’s head, Lis pushed Arel several times with his cock in the inner part of the cheek, so that Kors could clearly see these pushes. Then Lis pulled out his cock and hit Arel lightly with his hand, slapping him in the face. Arel endured everything in silence, his hair was dispersed, hiding his face, he bent down to the tabletop, allowing Lis to demonstrate his superiority. Lis jerked off his cock, sprinkling a little into Arel’s goblet, and walked away from him.
“Drink!” He ordered. “Drink, true black!”
But Kors, getting up from his seat, walked over to Arel and, pulling the goblet out of his hand, threw the contents onto the floor. Then he took Arel by the forearm, forcing him to stand up, and led him along.
“Arel is ill, he has problems with his head,” he said, and sat the prince next to him.
“Doesn’t he has problems with his head, because his ancestors too closely followed the purity of blood and mated with each other until they degenerated? You are obsessed with nobility and appearance, like all blacks, and I don't care, Kors! I have the wrong hair, the wrong eyes, and the scars too, you can’t figure out how your daughter could love such a freak?”