The Mist and the Lightning. Part 13 - стр. 13
“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, it stuck into her head and the cranium apparently was not an obstacle for this demonic entity. The tick completely covered Karina’s head and upper part of her face, digging deep into the bridge of her nose with its proboscis and obscuring her eyes with its disgusting swollen body. Thin bloody trickles streamed down Karina’s cheeks as she turned to her father. Both she and Lis wore wide iron collars, and a chain from one to the other connected them. The same chain was attached to Lis’ cock and went into Karina’s crotch.