Готовый перевод История Королевы Эльфов / The story of the Elf Queen: 33. Непростые переговоры королевы эльфов

The difficult negotiations of an Elf Queen
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"Please, Mistress, your breakfast is ready."

A young blond human girl in an immaculate black-and-white maid's dress had finished setting the wide dining table covered with snow-white tablecloths. After placing the last plate on the table, she curtsied and stood respectfully beside her mistress, waiting for further instructions. Several silver dishes were neatly arranged in front of Sierra, with a variety of thinly sliced fruits, slices of succulent meat, and redfish. Next to them stood a crystal glass and a decanter of spring water from a pure underground spring. It tasted great, even better than the spring her House owned. Though, Sierra would have preferred a glass of elven fruit or berry wine. But alas and ah. Alcohol of any kind had been strictly forbidden to her, first by her crowned mistress, and then by her newfound husband.

At least until she was done breastfeeding the baby. It was stupid, one or two glasses of good elven wine a day wouldn't hurt her or that little sucker. Nothing, she'd be fine for a couple of years. Shoveling a juicy slice of fish onto a silver fork, the dark elfess sent it into her mouth. Mmm. Fatty, lightly salted - delicious! Chewing and swallowing the melt-in-her-mouth morsel with pleasure, Sierra turned to her maid and nodded faintly:

"It's perfect. Tell Michael I like this one better than the white one. From now on, have him serve it."

"As you wish, Mistress."

"Prepare a bathing chamber for me and Diarval, as well as the Chamber of Beauty."

"I'll make arrangements at once, Mistress."

With a barely noticeable smile, the dark elfess sent another piece of fish into her mouth. Good girl. Pretty, even by the standards of the firstborn. By the standards of humans, she was a beauty. Good figure, clean and fair skin. And, just as importantly, well-trained. She's a wonderful maid. She wouldn't have been able to afford one in her own House for a long time. But now she has several. Allotted to her and her, ha-ha, Patriarch. Uh-huh. With a barely perceptible nod, Sierra dismissed the girl to prepare the bathing room and the Beauty Chamber and continued her leisurely breakfast. The girl performed a flawless curtsy and left the dining room of House Travil's new ancestral mansion clomping on the heels of her shoes. As soon as the tall, solid dark wood doors closed behind her, there was a low rumble as the defenses activated, separating this room from the rest of the world and the mansion.

Sending a juicy slice of fruit into her mouth with a dainty silver fork, Sierra chewed it with pleasure, savoring the sweet juice. Delicious! Even her mother, despite her proximity to the Matriarch, couldn't afford such exquisite food from the surface regularly. It was very expensive to grow it in the Underworld, and only the Great Houses could afford it in special greenhouses. And they did it mostly just to emphasize their greatness and influence, as the cost of such delicacies was enormous. The resellers who did business with the surface dwellers were not cheap either, and the farther away from the trade gates with the surface, the more expensive they were. Fruit and sea fish were relatively cheap in Antak na Shar'Dan, beneath the main of the Isles. But in Sierra's hometown, they were sold at triple the markup at the very least! So it was not often possible to enjoy them.

Now she could eat them every day and as much as she wanted. Which she did, since she'd gotten herself into such a mess, thanks to her dear sister, and may she perish in the Eternal Darkness! The dark elf's beautiful face darkened for a moment at the thought of the relative who had framed her. But almost immediately she reassured herself. No, no, no, no way! May the Lady in Darkness keep her sweet sister safe and sound! The little one must live to talk her new unwilling hubby into stealing her away and bringing her here. To her new home. And that's where she'll get even with her. For every moment, for every humiliation! And at the same time, it would be nice to get the dear mother, she must have known about the little one's intrigue and did nothing on purpose! Or maybe even helped her! She always loved her more! Oh, they'll both pay for it, the damn bitches! Just give me some time! She'll personally see to it that every one of them gets fucked and fucked in every hole by every one of her human servants!

The image of close female relatives in magical collars, scrubbing the floors of her new House on all fours with their hands, came to mind. Surrounded by a couple of pretty human servants groping their tits, asses, and pussies. Clad in slave outfits made of strips of white leather with silver rings like the one she herself had been forced to wear. Helpless and humiliated. The picture was so vivid and seductively arousing that Sierra's breath caught for a moment, her lower abdomen warmed, and her nipples immediately hardened and tensed. They were already visible through the thin white fabric of her new outfit, and now they were protruding. The dark elf took another sip of cold water from the underground spring and tried to calm her excitement.

A forced, very vigorous sex life, coupled with pregnancy, Gaia's blessings, and healing alchemy could not be without consequences. Like increased sensitivity of erogenous zones and general arousal. Which was annoying. As well as the extremely revealing outfits she was now forced to wear. It was funny. She used to be a little jealous of her mother and aunt, deep down. Especially the latter. She loved to flaunt her House practically naked, covering only her nipples and pussy with silver plate jewelry. The envious and lustful gazes, enjoying and reveling in them. How she wished she were in her place. She was, damn you, sister!

No, she too could and did allow herself some rather revealing outfits, rightfully proud of her well-trained body. And knowing full well the desire she aroused in her kin, especially the younger ones. And there was nothing to say about the umas slaves. To see them trying their best to look at her furtively, both wanting to enjoy the sight of her seductive body and fearing punishment for such insolence. It had brought immense pleasure. But then it had been her own choice. Now she was forced to dress this way because her new husband wanted her to. Who, most importantly, can not only admire, but also take advantage of what he sees! Oh, sister, you'll pay for this.

To be fair, the outfits she'd been given were excellent, even by elven standards. Most of them she would have gladly added to her closet even before her capture. True, they were all of white fabrics, whereas she preferred dark colors exclusively. They were all a little more revealing than the ones she had worn before, allowing her to fully appreciate her figure and especially her enlarged breasts. The latter irritated Sierra the most, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her new husband, before leaving her with a newborn child, had told her that he liked the size of her breasts better than before, so she could not reduce them. It's nothing, it's all small stuff. Literally nothing compared to what she had endured during her training and Initiations. Then again, outfits like these still had their advantages. For example, it was easy to expose her breasts, usually covered by one or two strips of cloth, to feed the little swallow. Speaking of which. Sending another slice of redfish into her mouth, Sierra turned to see the Queen of the Forest sitting in a separate, luxurious chair in the corner of the dining room.

Sivila was wearing a gorgeous closed dress of light green and white fabric, embroidered with leafy floral patterns. Which at the moment was completely unbuttoned and flattened, leaving the elfess completely naked above the waist. With her left hand, she held a loudly squawking Diarval, wrapped in snow-white diapers with the symbol of House Travil embroidered on them. In her right hand, the queen held a small sheet of crested paper, gliding over it with intense green eyes. There was a small table beside her, on which lay a stack of similar papers that she had been studying while she nursed her baby. Without taking her eyes off the document, the queen said in a steady voice:

- You can get ready. I'm almost out of milk and Diarval is still hungry.

With a cluck of her tongue, Sierra put aside the cutlery and walked toward the queen, freeing her breasts as she went. He's an insatiable glutton, how can he eat so much? And if you don't feed him enough, he'll start screaming, and you can't stop him. Pulling up a narrow strip of white cloth, a little more than a finger's width, the dark elf took one of the chairs and placed it in front of the queen. Making herself comfortable, she waited for her turn, staring intently at Sivila. Or rather at her naked breasts, to which Sierra's son was suckling right now. The queen said in a steady voice without taking her eyes off the document:

"Is there something you want to ask me or can't take your eyes off my tits?"

With a barely perceptible grin, Sierra swung her leg over her leg in a graceful motion. Given that she wore only white leather shoes on her feet, and the bottom of her garment was two not-too-wide strips of fabric front and back, the pose was quite revealing. Folding her arms under her breasts, the dark elfess spoke courteously:

"Just wondering, Your Majesty, how I earned the honor of having my son nursed by the Queen of the Forest herself."

Without the slightest change in her face, Sivila replied in the same indifferent and calm voice:

"You? Nothing. It's entirely your husband's achievement."

"Oh?"

Sierra arched an eyebrow in a practiced motion, kicked off her right shoe, hooked the hem of the queen's dress with her bare foot, and reached under it. There were no stockings on, and the dark elf began to run her fingertips over the queen's ankle and shin. The dark elf gave a natural cooing voice:

And I was so hoping that this was your gratitude for the fact that I had spent almost a year diligently pleasing you in bed and being your obedient toy.

The queen put aside the piece of stamped paper and raised her green eyes to Sierra. She sat motionless for a few seconds, staring into the dark one's ruby eyes as she playfully stroked her left foot, gradually rising higher. Then, in a deceptively leisurely motion, Sivila slipped the shoe off her right foot as well, then straightened and raised it. With the big toe of her foot against the dark elf's left breast, she pressed lightly on the nipple, causing a few drops of milk to spill out. At the same time, the queen's dress pulled upward, revealing her complete lack of underwear.

"To earn my gratitude, girl, it takes more than a couple of months of pretending to be a submissive bed toy. A lot more than that, girl. For now, all you deserve is the birth of a son to my now direct vassal. Keep that in mind, and don't forget who put you here instead of my pet room."

As the queen spoke, she pressed harder and harder on Sierra's not-insignificant breasts, pinching her hardened nipple between the thumb and forefinger of her foot so that a thin trickle of milk spurted from it. Stretching her lips in a smile, the dark elfess picked up Sivila's foot by the ankle and brought it to her face. She ran the tip of her tongue along the foot, licked up the droplets of her milk, kissed the queen's fingertips affectionately, and cooed:

"Well, Your Majesty, I haven't forgotten for a moment who put me in my current position."

Leaning forward, Sierra kissed the queen once more around her ankle and ran her tongue playfully over it:

"If it pleases you, I'm even willing to make any vows I can to be a perfect wife to Luaval."

Carefully lowering herself from the chair, the dark elf knelt in front of Sivila, kissed her leg again passionately just below the knee, and slung it over her shoulder.

A faithful keeper of the hearth, passionate in the marital bed, and a caring mother to our firstborn and future children.

Kissing the inside of the queen's thigh, the dark one gently threw her other leg over her shoulder, settling her face directly against Sivila's pussy. She kept her gaze fixed on her eyes.

"For he can kidnap for me my dearest sister, who was the reason I was first captured and then brought to your bed and his. I would do almost anything for that alone, Your Majesty."

With those words, the dark elf tucked her hair behind her back, leaned forward, and gently pushed Sibyl's lower lips apart with her fingers. After running the tip of her tongue over them a few times, she moved in close and penetrated the queen's pussy. The queen reached out her free hand and placed it on the dark elf's head, burying it in her white hair and guiding her movements:

"Last time we were here, you were much more rough and brash, but now you're just as sweet."

Breaking away from the queen's pussy, Sierra still spoke in the same affectionately respectful voice:

Oh, I'm not going to lie, Your Majesty, I wanted to do a lot of things to you when you were hanging helplessly in my husband's chambers, bound hand and foot. There were plenty of toys for the most elaborate amusements. But I was not so foolish as to subject the Queen of the Forest herself to a night of tormenting passion, being but the young and almost powerless wife of her servant. For the night, however long it may be, and however much pleasure it may bring me will be over. And the memory of it will remain forever.

For the first time during the entire conversation, a faint smile appeared on the queen's slightly flushed face.

"Smart girl."

With those words, she pressed her palm lightly on Sierra's head, bringing her back to diligently licking her lower lips. Sivila closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, enjoying the dark elf's skillful tongue. She had learned the queen's preferences well over the past months, and soon enough, Sivila began to breathe heavily and bit her lip to keep from moaning. Finally, catching the Queen's mood unmistakably, Sierra bit down on her most sensitive spot and pressed her lips together, teasing her with the tip of her tongue. Exhaling loudly through clenched teeth, Sivila squeezed her legs together with force pressing the dark elf's face into her pussy. At the same time, she continued to cradle the loudly smacking infant to her chest.

After a moment's breathing calmed, the queen gracefully released Sierra from her embrace and gently handed her son to her. Diarval, as soon as he was torn from Sivila's breast, immediately let out a cry of outrage and began to toss and turn in his swaddling clothes. Rolling her eyes, the dark elf pressed the child to her breast, and he immediately fell silent, nipping at his mother's nipple with his small lips. The queen began to clean herself up quite successfully, even without the help of her loyal girls. A few minutes later, after bidding farewell to Sierra, who was left to feed the baby, she left her mansion, accompanied by Astra waiting outside the dining room. Sivila looked flawless, and there was nothing to remind her of what had happened behind closed doors.

Upon ascending the palace, which was just beginning to wake up, the queen went straight to the Secret Guard enclosure, where they were already waiting for her. A pair of silent agents in gray robes escorted them to one of the underground floors. There in a special laboratory under heavy guard were the "structured" discovered during the "Quarantine" operation. Third, Mirael and the rest of the gifted specialists who had participated in the work on Tiantrel were already waiting for the queen there. The unfortunate Secret Guard agent was also here in a separate isolation cell. After greeting her kin gathered around the large table, Sivila took her seat and got right down to business:

- Did you learn anything new?

Looking exhausted and tired, the Elder Enchantress smiled unhappily:

We've identified almost a half dozen two-stage acoustic behavioral activators, as well as about three dozen more memories that show signs of correction. And that's just in Antael's head. Enear has slightly fewer acoustic activators and about the same number of memories that show signs of correction. And that's just what we've found so far. Human servants have about half as many activators, and about the same number of memories. Some of them coincide in time with the corrected memories of Antael and Enear.

- Right. So what triggers were put in their heads?

It was a colloquial term for two-stage acoustic behavioral activators that made the ears of some of the gifted, all of them masters of magic, twitch. Ziandar answered in a calm, indifferent voice:

"Quite a variety. In Antael's case, four of the acoustic activators we found had a strong sexual orientation. The first one made her experience an instant orgasm upon activation, with the possibility of making her not even realize what had happened. The second one would make her a completely willless and submissive puppet, with complete preservation of her thinking activity. The third made her perceive the one who was pointed at as her dominant sex partner, to whom she had to obey completely. The fourth made her perceive anal sex as guaranteed to result in pregnancy. All of them are of the highest caliber and in addition are in a passive state, making them difficult to detect. A separate activation is required to put them in an active state."

"Got it. What about the rest of the triggers?" Sivila asked, ignoring the magic masters' ears twitching again.

"These are more difficult to deal with. They are also two-phased, but unlike these four, their purpose is not obvious, as they do not have specific directives. Or rather, they do, but their meaning is unknown."

"Clarify."

"When receiving the acoustic key, the activator makes the object act according to the "Second pattern of the third scheme" or adhere to the "Seventh model of behavior with objects of the first type". At the same time we did not find any templates, schemes or models in their consciousness. I suspect that they were introduced and removed through their "structures" as necessary, so as not to leave unnecessary traces and clues."

"That's clever. What about the fake memories? Any luck finding anything out?"

Third with an eternally indifferent face shook his head.

"Not much. Our opponents have done their best. Or rather, whoever created these "structures." The masters of Mind Magic say that the corrected memories we discovered have completely replaced the original ones, which were wiped out."

"Is there no trace of anything at all? No fragments, echoes, reverberations, anything at all? Removing memories is a complex operation, total erasing requires great skill!"

Such simple-minded variations of the complex scientific terms of Mind Magic made the gifted twitch their ears again, but not so noticeably. Mirael sighed sadly and explained:

"This is true, but not in our case. "Structures" allow such manipulation at the master level of Mind Magic by just about anyone who has mastered their control. So I wouldn't count on us discovering anything. Moreover, I suspect that some of the memories have been adjusted to look fake, but are in fact only slightly altered."

"Let's not give up hope," said Third.

"There is always a chance that our opponents made a mistake, were inattentive or banal forgetfulness. And even corrected memories are very important to us. By analyzing them, we can try to roughly estimate where, when, and how our diplomats were compromised and met with their new masters or their pawns. Especially Antael. Given her triggers..."

The gifted magic masters twitched their ears once more in sync.

"...it's not hard to guess how she was used. They're not likely to have sex with her on our premises. The risk is too great. So it had to be somewhere in Iyastar. We need to scrutinize all of her contacts in the city. But most importantly, we need to figure out where and when they were "structured". That's got to take a long time, right?"

Ziandar nodded affirmatively:

"At the very least, according to our rough calculations, "structuring" would take a week, in the case of Antael and Enear. In the case of humans, in theory, a couple of days would be enough, their "structures" are much simpler. And that's with a well prepared and equipped laboratory. But these are very approximate calculations until we understand the principle and process of creating "structures", we cannot give an exact calculation of time."

Nodding, Sivila uttered:

"I hear you, honored ones. How are they feeling?"

The faces of the assembled gifted and Secret Guard agents instantly darkened. Mirael sighed wistfully and said:

"Not very good. Especially Antael. Finding out that you were the unwilling plaything of an unknown enemy, without even realizing it, is very hard. And to find out that you've been raped as well... But she's hanging in there and trying not to show it, even though it's not easy for her. We're doing everything possible to support and make her feel better. Enear is feeling a little better, although he is having a hard time too."

With a gesture, the Elder Enchantress lit up the air with three-dimensional images of the victims. All of them, elves and humans alike, were in special chambers designed to hold magical victims who might be a danger to themselves or others. The front walls of these chambers were made of heavy enchanted glass, capable of withstanding a direct blow of a powerful battle rod, to facilitate observation of the victims. All of them were shorn naked and wearing simple white robes with short sleeves. Enear, lying on a specially made bed, stared silently at the ceiling. Antael sat against the glass wall, talking through a special window with two elven women, an agent of the Secret Guard and a student of one of the masters of magic. The humans, for the most part, were still asleep. And each of the "structured" had a special suppressor hoop on his head, with a large round seal-blocker made of metal, tightly fitted to the back of his head.

"That's good to hear. What about their superiors and colleagues? How did they perceive their detention?"

"So far, we have run the legend that Enear, Antael, and their immediate superior Arendal have been temporarily recruited by the Secret Guardians for a covert operation. The Supreme Emissary, as well as their kin, is satisfied with this version for now. But sooner or later we'll have to tell them the real reason."

"Of course, but once the operation is ...."

Sivila didn't have time to finish, because suddenly one of the side doors that led to the cells where the "structured" were kept opened and one of Third's assistants ran into the conference room. All those gathered around the table turned to him at once. The Secret Guard agent, with a subtle nod, blurted out:

"There was a response!"

For the first time during the discussion, a shadow of emotion appeared on Third's face, and the magic masters were visibly animated, the ones nearest the door even jumping to their feet. The head of the Secret Guard stepped forward gestured for them to stop and said slowly:

"Well, well, well. Well, this is unexpected."

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Master put the fork and knife on the empty plate, wiped his lips carefully with a handkerchief, then crumpled it and put it there. One of his maids, a charming girl with a doll's face devoid of emotion and an equally doll-like figure, began stacking plates and cutlery on a wide tray. While she was doing that, Master, who had finished his breakfast, lazily reached out and squeezed her buttock, pulling up the obscenely short skirt of her black-and-white dress. His servant dolls wore no underwear at all, and when there were no visitors, as there were today, they flaunted their bare tits. Just because he liked it that way. The doll froze motionless at his touch, gray eyes wide and mouth open, obeying the patterns of behavior embedded in her head. Staring nowhere in front of her, with an empty plate in her hands, she stood still while Master lazily ran his palm down her leg, from the buttock and below, occasionally squeezing. Throwing a glance at the elaborate mechanical clock of true dwarven workmanship he sighed sadly. Later. Work first. Boring, long ago routine work that had become routine for him. But necessary.

With a regretful slap on the maid's ass, thus bringing her out of her stupor, Master rose to his feet from his living seat, stretched, and snapped his fingers. One of his personal battle dolls, of which he was justly proud, silently rose from all fours, straightened up, and stood motionless in place, staring at nothing in front of her as the maid before. Glancing contentedly at her trained naked body, which was streaming with patterns of magical perfectly visible to him, Master could not hold back a smile. What a good girl she turned out to be after all. Strong, agile, good with elemental magic, and very skillful in bed. And how proud and arrogant she had been before when he had first paid attention to her. And her magical gift was average at best. But now she was a real master!

Reaching out Master squeezed a large dark nipple with his fingers and pulled it forcefully toward him twisting it. The symbols around it flashed with golden light, and a wave of light traveled from them along the magic lines. When it reached his head and pussy, the magical symbols on them flashed brightly for a brief moment. The doll opened her gray eyes wide and exhaled noisily, barely opening her mouth. Her entire body was petrified, and a few trickles of love juices flowed down her firm thighs. She didn't give away anything else about the instant orgasm she had just experienced, nor did she even realize it. Smiling even wider, Master stroked the motionless doll's cheek. A truly lovely creature. Turning around, he snapped his fingers again and headed toward one of the back rooms adjacent to the main part of the lab. The just-finished doll silently followed him, maintaining perfect posture and slapping her bare feet on the floor. A trail of droplets of love juices was left behind her on the marble slabs. Her clothes remained stacked neatly on the corner of the desk.

On their way to the back room, they passed another combat puppet. Unlike the previous one, this one was combat in the literal sense. With clenched teeth and barely protruding fangs, the tall, athletically built, and muscular Orc with light green skin was rhythmically pushing herself off the floor, standing on her fists. Like her comrade, she was completely naked, allowing every millimeter of her gloriously trained body to be enjoyed. She paid no attention to her master, completely focused on her exercise. Her hair, long and black as pitch, gathered in a tight bundle at the nape of her neck, was sticky and wet. Sweat was rolling down her body and her not-so-beautiful face, but she didn't pay any attention to it, as if she was wound up, continuing her exercise and counting the push-ups aloud.

"Ninety-seven."

"Ninety-eight."

"Ninety-nine."

"Huuuundred"

Just as Master passed by, she finally reached a hundred and groaned loudly as the trigger went off. The orc's yellow eyes rolled back, her powerful arms with stone muscles snapped, and the green doll collapsed to the marble floor, right into a puddle of her sweat. A few seconds later, it was joined by a puddle of love juices. Opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, she began to breathe frequently and shiver. With a barely perceptible grin, Master paused for a moment, admiring his masterpiece. As the creator, he could see the magic lines and symbols on her skin. Right now bright golden sparks were running across them from head to toe, especially a lot of them in the area of her pussy and breasts. Making a short pass with his hand, he sharply increased their intensity, eliciting another loud moan and a new batch of love juices. With a cluck of his tongue, Master gave a short order:

"Take out."

A pair of servant puppets, silently standing guard at the door to the workshop, in black and white dresses with shortened skirts and naked tits rushed toward the orc. As they approached his green doll, they began to clean her up, wiping her soaked body and the flooded floor. Orc paid no attention to them, still absorbed in her pleasure. After admiring his masterpiece a little longer, the Master moved on. And what a fierce and vicious she used to be, a real bitch of a forest warg. When she came to him, she was still a maiden who would not share a bed with a man, despite her age. It was not only a pleasure but also a lot of fun to correct that deficiency. How she fought, how she tried to tear the straps, how she even managed to gag the gag with her fangs. Perhaps for such a magnificent gift, it would be possible to forgive Curator some of the guilt. A small part. Perhaps. Damn it, how could I do that... Eh! Well, we'll have to think about it later, for now, I have other things to do.

As he approached a pair of powerful doors covered with rich protective carvings and metal bands, Master placed his hand on the central metal plate. The powerful protective charms recognized the creator and a wave of light spread from his palm. The locks hidden in the walls clicked quietly. The powerful doors swung open without a creak. Behind them was a relatively small room with no windows or other doors. Its centerpiece was a flat ritual bed of white stone inscribed with several circles of complex magical symbols glowing with cold blue light. A couple of tens of centimeters above it hovered a motionless naked body shrouded in a faint glow. Waves of the same cold blue light passed through it from time to time. From the feet to the top of the head, from the toes to the chest and back, from the back of the head down the spine and onto the heels. Even higher above the hovering body in the air was a volumetric translucent full projection of his thin body. It was as detailed and detailed as possible, quite apt for an exam paper of a Neirat Academy graduate from a specialized faculty. Next to a few areas of the projection, mostly around the head and heart, Master's notes glowed in the air. Quite detailed notes that would be of great interest to any master of magic.

In addition to his working notes, whenever a wave of light traveled through his body numerous and complex geometric figures appeared next to the projection of the subtle body. The gifted versed in magic would recognize them as a type of symbol used in elaborate rituals designed to reveal the hidden. Only a very atypical kind of symbol. As soon as they appeared, they were folded into even more complex designs, connected by thin glowing lines. But each time they failed to form a single, complete composition. Always some inconsistency and they all disintegrate into quickly extinguished fragments. Stopping beside the motionless hovering body, Master sighed sadly, looking at the result of his years of hard and painstaking labor. The progress was immense, and the long-awaited finale was near. The biggest and most difficult part of the work was behind him. Now all we had to do was wait. The most complex complex of artifacts, costing a lot of money and rare resources, created by him over many years and united into a single whole, slowly but surely did its job. Soon. Soon enough. But how unbearable and agonizing the waiting is when you know that the goal is so close ...

Master's musings were interrupted by a soft melody from one of his amulets. He took it from his belt and clutched it in his hand, attuning himself to the source of the call. Almost immediately, his eyebrows rose upward. Oh. Who would have thought it? How unexpected... Very unexpected... For a few seconds, Master stood motionless, clutching the amulet in his hand and thinking hard. Hmm... This could be very dangerous. I mean, it would definitely be very dangerous. But, on the other hand, it might give him and his companions something he and his companions needed right now, thanks to Curator, damn it. namely, time. But on the other hand... Hmm... Perhaps it was worth a try. Turning to his battle chrysalis, which stood motionless at the entrance to the most secure part of his laboratory, Master spoke briefly:

"Get the other girls. All of them. We're going to have a difficult conversation. A very difficult conversation. Get everything you need ready."

The puppet straightened up sharply, brought her bare heels together, and bowed, causing her alchemically enhanced naked tits to sway seductively. She straightened up and said in a voice devoid of emotion:

"It will be done, Master."

She turned and sprinted away, her bare heels and bare ass flashing. The Master, still clutching the amulet in his hand, returned to the main part of the laboratory, closing the doors to the back room.

* * *

There was practically nothing in the spacious circular room, brightly lit by magical lamps. There were only two chairs with armrests. One of them stood exactly in the center, surrounded by three concentric circles of complex magic symbols that glowed brightly. On it sat motionless a completely naked elven woman with her head shaved bare. Her back was perfectly straight and her azure eyes were closed. Her large breasts were heaving, and she might have looked as if she were asleep if it weren't for her impeccable posture.

At her side, on a small altar of snow-white stone, covered with skillful carvings, stood a small statuette which was a complete and exact copy of the motionless elf. A very lecherous copy. It was enveloped by a barely perceptible glow, which made this masterpiece of artifacting seem alive. Which, if the masters of magic who worked with it were to be believed, was not so far from the truth. The altar on which she stood was surrounded by an intricate ritual diagram drawn directly on the perfectly smooth floor of the room.

A few meters across from the motionless elf, on another chair surrounded by three smaller but no less powerful protective circles, the Queen of the Forest sat with her arms folded across her chest and her leg over her leg. The air around her shimmered faintly. Nothing else gave away the work of a complex of powerful protective amulets. At the same time, the queen seemed completely calm. And that was the rare case when she actually seemed calm. But outwardly, Sivila did not give it away in any way. Only her green eyes were watching Tiantrel's motionless body. A minute passed in complete silence. Then another. Nothing changed. And then...

Outwardly, at first glance, nothing had changed. Only the glow of circles and symbols on the floor became brighter. Then a wave of light traveled from the elf's head along the lines of the "structure" clearly visible on her naked body. A few moments passed, and then Tiantrel shuddered, moved her shoulders, and opened her azure eyes, which glowed faintly. Blinking a few times, she froze again, then slowly and leisurely looked around. Her gaze lingered on the completely empty areas of the room for a few moments, then she turned to the queen, who was watching her silently and motionlessly. A barely perceptible smile touched the lips of the naked elf, she slowly put her foot on her leg and folded her arms on her chest, copying the queen's pose. Bowing her head slightly, she said in a polite voice:

"Oh, my goodness. I never expected to receive such an invitation, and I could not have imagined that I was invited by you personally, honorable Sivila."

The queen's face did not flinch a millimeter at this rather unceremonious treatment. She also subtly bowed her head and replied in the same polite voice:

"I have had the opportunity to appreciate your talent and skill and have decided that a personal audience in this case would be more than justified."

The thin smile on Tiantrel's lips grew a millimeter wider:

"It's nice to hear such words from the Queen of the Forest. I confess I don't get compliments like that very often."

"I do not doubt it, since despite your outstanding talent and skill, not only do I not know you, but I have not even heard of you. May I ask how I should address you?"

The smile on Tiantrel's face grew wider by another millimeter:

"I must confess that vanity and thirst for fame are not among my shortcomings. On the contrary, I value my privacy very much and I don't like it to be violated. I really don't."

The last phrase the one who spoke through the mouth of the Secret Guard agent spoke, turning to face one section of the wall. The one behind which the magic masters, Third, and his subordinates were in full readiness right now. Slowly turning back to Sivila, he continued:

"As for your question, you may call me Master."

Barely perceptibly arching an eyebrow in a movement honed over centuries, Sivila asked courteously:

"Just a Master? Your work is at the very least Archimagister level. And that's if you show a certain modesty in their evaluation."

Tilting his head slightly to the side, the queen's interlocutor gave a subtle shrug and replied politely:

"As I said, honorable Sivila, vanity is not one of my faults, so your flattery is completely unnecessary."

"There was no such thing, Honorable Master. Just a fair statement of fact and recognition of your undoubted talents in the magical arts."

"Oh, really?"

The smile on Tiantrel's face grew even wider. With a smooth motion, Master pointed to the statue standing to the side and said, adding a note of curiosity to his voice:

"And yet you still dare to offer me a conversation using my own creations? I confess I'm genuinely surprised. Until now, I had assumed that you firstborns were more cautious and would not put your lives at such risk."

In response, the queen also smiled a little wider and replied in an extremely gracious voice:

"Oh, rest assured, Honorable Master, we have fully appreciated the threat your creations may pose. But we have also concluded those who possess such skills are likely to possess extraordinary intelligence. Therefore, it is possible that you and I can come to an agreement and settle our differences."

The naked elfess let out a quiet chuckle and smoothly raised both palms upward:

"Don't say such things, honorable Sivila. I do not quarrel with you or your subjects. In fact, I have nothing but the warmest feelings for the Forest."

"Really? The person you're talking to now makes me doubt that, Honorable Master."

"Oh, you mean this cutie?"

"Making a playful expression, the naked elfess ran her palm over her breasts, pinching her nipples."

"Nothing more than a necessity, honorable Sivila. You, of all people, should understand the necessity of making sometimes not the most pleasant decisions. And after all, this lovely creature wasn't sent to the Light Lands because she believed in the cause of the Sun, either, was she?"

Arching an eyebrow once more, the queen inquired in an extremely courteous and ingratiating voice:

"And what need compelled you, honorable Master, to kidnap at least seven of my brethren and turn at least three more into submissive puppets?"

"Quite sharp, the honorable Sivila. I'm afraid that's all I can say on the subject. But, again, I really have nothing against you personally, or against the Forest. I realize that it may be quite difficult for you to believe that, given the... circumstances of our meeting. But, as you quite correctly surmised, I'm reasonable enough, and wouldn't mind settling our... misunderstanding peacefully."

"It's so nice to hear reasonable words. And what do you suggest, Honorable Master?"

"Nothing impossible. Just Status Quo, honorable Sivila. You will withdraw your Shadows from the Light Lands, and I will return your subjects to you."

After a brief pause, Master leaned forward slightly and continued:

- I'll return them intact. Body, mind and soul. Not all of them at once and, of course, not without some of their memories, but I am prepared to guarantee the complete safety of your fellow. I won't even... damage or break my creations in any way. Especially since there's no point since you've already gotten your hands on them.

Raising both eyebrows now, Sivila spoke slowly:

"That's a very interesting proposal, Honorable Master. But I hope you realize I can't accept it all at once."

"Of course, honorable Sivila, I am well aware that you need to discuss this with the honorable representatives of the Supreme Council. But I can't wait too long. So I suggest we continue this conversation in two days, at the same time."

After a second's silence, Sivila nodded slowly:

"I agree to such a condition, honorable Master."

Tiantrel smiled wide and said cheerfully:

"Wonderful. In that case, I dare not waste another second of your precious time, honorable Sivila....."

Turning to face the wall, he continued:

"...not yours, charming Mirael, much less your gray guards and their commander."

Turning once again to the unchanged face of Sivila, he finished with the same broad smile:

"And I sincerely hope that during our next conversation, you will all be as sensible. For your own good."

With an amused wink of her right eye, Tiantrel leaned back in her chair and collapsed. The light in her azure eyes faded, as did the glow around her unformed figure and the lines of "structure" on her smooth skin. The protective circles on the floor of the room flared brighter for a moment. Sivila, who was sitting in her chair, involuntarily exhaled and froze. For a second, the room where the negotiations were taking place was completely silent. A second. A third. And then came the tense voice of the Elder Enchantress:

"Am I the only one getting my nipples pinched right now?"

Exhaling slowly and without flinching a single muscle on her face, Sivila hissed in a cold voice:

"No."

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