5. Ilaylaril

Ilaylaril Alsor

I looked at the girl who had sternly knitted her eyebrows and did not know what to say to her. How to find words to explain the extent of my despair, the bitterness of loss and the sweetness of the hope that settled in me, as soon as I saw her exit the portal circle.

Those who are born with true freedom cannot understand people like me. We are not slaves, in the full sense of the word, but we are not free either. Not in their decisions, not in their actions. For a long, very long time, I dreamed of breaking out of the vicious circle that bound me and my will with invisible fetters. For many decades I was looking for a way out and did not find it.

One cannot leave Raygon without having a high patron, without being the property of one's Mistress. No money - and I have a lot, a lot of it - is not able to pay for a ticket to another, happy future. And where to look for him, if the world of dragons does not accept other men - their own in abundance, and in the rest I will have a fate no better than here? A beautiful toy - for bed or for beating, it doesn't matter.

Women have always loved people like me. For strength, for defiance, for amazing magic, and for how nice it was to break us. And I too loved my life and the illusory freedom that at least slightly distinguished me from the slaves.

But I'm tired. Wait, fight, survive. And yes, Maryana is right - he began to look for death. He was daring to the guests whom he was supposed to protect, showed disobedience, constantly broke the rules, and finally got his way.

They decided to let me go to waste, despite my previous merits and all my usefulness. They sent me to meet the most cruel woman in the neighboring worlds, hoping that she would take my life, as she did with those who did it before me. And she would not need a serious reason for this. A cheeky look or an involuntary sneeze, an insufficiently low bow or an overly curious gleam in the eyes would have been enough.

Despite her young age, Illa in'Ravien was a worthy heir to her mother, Minister of War of the Closed World, Sherran. Beautiful, strong and brutal to the extreme. She hated men, believing that they were all created to obey her, die for her and brighten up her leisure. Well, I too was ready to die at her hands in order to finally find peace. And only when I looked into the clear blue eyes of the girl who came through the portal, I realized how I want to live.

Confusion shone in them, soft defenselessness and sincere curiosity. And also admiration. She didn't appreciate how long I could last through the torture, or how much pleasure I could give her, no. She just looked. Like some kind of miracle, like the most beautiful and desirable man in all the worlds.

Also, she wasn't Illa in'Ravien.

Even though the girl looked exactly like her and even had a similar aura, I couldn't be fooled by that. Her gestures, words, and most importantly - the smell, clean, fresh, like mountain flowers on a sunny day, literally shouted about it. And, even if I doubted my instinct, her further behavior only confirmed my guesses.

No trauma, no magical intervention, could have so changed the personality, the essence of a person in a few moments. Like such a famous person in the world, Sherran could not lose her accompaniment of hundreds of warriors of different races, her clothes, memory and magic.

It was a completely different girl - bright, kind, open and insanely defenseless. Seeing her for the first time made me want to belong to a woman. Put the whole world at her feet. Protect from any danger. See tenderness in her eyes, and maybe even love. And I took a chance, hoping that I would never regret it. And also - that in time she will forgive me my deceit.

I don't know what happened during the artifact check. Perhaps my new Mistress received illa in'Ravien's memories through the Aisor. Perhaps some miracle or divine intervention happened. Yes, it's not that important. The main thing is that Maryana even after that remained Maryana. And even if for a moment I doubted it, but the flurry of emotions that now splashed in her eyes spoke volumes.

A real illa in'Ravien would have executed me in public for deceit. Any woman from the worlds known to me, perhaps, except for the dragon world, would have executed ... This same girl, even having come into contact with the dirt of other people's memories, remained pure.

“No, Mistress, I don’t want death,” I answered quietly and, straightening up, looked into her eyes, trying to convey with my eyes what was in my soul at that moment.

- What do you want then? - Maryana frowned even more and nervously bit her lower lip, which made it turn pink and become even plumper.

“You, Mistress,” I answered honestly.

Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth parted slightly, and I mentally swore, losing control. O gods of this world! Can this be sustained? All my life I dreamed at least to see such a woman, to touch her! How could I resist now? Even if it costs me my life, I won’t forgive myself if I don’t recognize the taste of these lips ...

And I quickly stepped forward, forcing the confused girl to step back against the wall and press her back against it. Trapped her in his aura, his body and his eyes. He gently squeezed her wrists, not allowing himself to be pushed away, and dug a kiss into alluring lips, inhaling, licking, drinking all her indignations. I touched her tongue, explored the alluring sweetness of her mouth, and went crazy from the all-consuming tenderness and the burning flame in my chest and body.

The moment when Ryana freed her hands, but did not push me away, but pulled me closer, with a groan, burrowing her thin fingers into my hair, finally tore my roof off.

With a hoarse, hysterical roar, I tore at the collar of her dress, covering her neck, shoulders, sharp collarbones with hot kisses, going crazy from the smoothness of her skin and aroma. I feverishly caressed her sweet body with my palms, squinting from the quiet moans of pleasure that escaped from her lips. They made me drunker than any wine. They made the blood buzz in the ears and flow to the standing member of the stake.

I smoothly knelt down, making up for the difference in height to reach the girl's chest, and briefly glanced at her back-turned face, distorted by passion. He slowly pulled her nipple into his mouth, and then viciously, loudly let go, to immediately blow it and pull it in again. He caressed the second top with his fingers and buried his nose in her stomach, inhaling the smell of her excitement.

- Eli! - the girl screamed hoarsely, accidentally pulling my hair, and suddenly rested her hands on my shoulders, shaking her head. - No, stop. Enough! Wow... Well, you... Damn, go crazy... But don't do that again!

“Of course, Mistress,” I agreed hoarsely and hid my hands behind my back, but continued to breathe hotly into her stomach.

Of course I won't. So I won't. But just now you yourself showed how indifferent to my kisses, sweetie. And also - she didn’t punish me right away, which means ... So, I will do this more than once, and someday, on the contrary, you will beg me not to stop.

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