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Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 12:13

"Drink, daughter." The mother's words seem to be heard through water. Her eyes are watering. Her head doesn't even hurt, but buzzes like a wasp's nest stirred up by a careless step. "And breathe, breathe, as I taught you."

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 12:36

The mind is still searching for itself in the shroud of buzzing thoughtlessness, but the skills hammered in, sometimes literally, with a rod, are overriding the reins of her body. Inhale, draw in the chest air filled with power and shades of winds, exhale already empty, repeat, soak the anakhao-lash with free power, feed it with drops of breath. This is the basis of the basics, this she was taught to feel her gift, this she took the first step towards power and knowledge. The base helps, the humming goes away, and brings back thoughts, thoughts bring memory, memory brings answers, answers fold into events, and then a groaning Singha assumes a sitting position, removing the cold and wormwood-scented compress from her forehead and face. Her eyes, unaccustomed to the light, are blurry, tears flowing even harder, but she is already wiping her face with a dry cloth, then washing it with a jug of clean water, and then finally brushing off the wormwood residue with a soft towel.

Camrad_RIP 26.05.25 в 12:28

The unpleasant sensations throughout her body were still unpleasant, but in Singha's soul, everything sang with joy. If she had been brought to consciousness in the usual way, then her mother had found nothing wrong with her mind. Maega had taken to it in earnest, сhecking Singha's memory and anakhao-lash. She would make no mistakes or indulgences, so there was no cause for alarm. The young khao-sea did not doubt Pann's actions and words, but it was nice to be sure that your trust and favor were yours and not artificially induced by the insidious whisper of someone else's suggestion. Her mother taught her daughter and heiress without any pity, just as her grandmother had taught her mother herself, but she was happy to give her granddaughter a lesson or two whenever she had an opportunity to visit Morgrave, so Singha knew perfectly well what a harness on the mind and on the senses was, and knew that most often an “obstinate filly” overwhelmed by them would not realize that she no longer belonged to herself.

Camrad_RIP 26.05.25 в 12:33

"Come to your senses, Singha." Her mother gently strokes her hair, smiling no longer with an anxious and slightly forced smile that lulls her mind to sleep, but sincerely and even quite happily. “Your father and I will wait for you in the small hall of secrets. Take your time, wait, and recover. We have a lot to discuss... and only that will save you from the rod!”

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 13:37

Singha was so tired that she was not even afraid, but only nodded, sat down on a soft lounger, and folded her body into a snakh-shal, beginning to fill herself with power more actively and fully, restoring not only consciousness but also complete mobility to all her limbs. After such meditation, when strength surges through the body in special streams, bound in the right rhythm, she can outrun any horse without the kaho planted at her feet. Well, if it's a short distance, and the horse isn't very good, then it's about average. Singha breathed a sigh of relief to herself, for Pann had not lied. The way she was able to perceive the shameful memory of that conversation in the expensive clothing store did not prevent his gift of ilash-khao-tar from distorting the truth for everyone else. Her mother couldn't help but see what was happening to her at the time, but, like Singha herself earlier, she perceived it as completely normal and saw nothing strange about it. She didn't want to deceive her mother, but she also didn't want to ruin a deal that was so convenient for everyone. The girl could simply wish it at any moment, and the veil of correctness would fall from her mother, or even from everyone else. Pann didn't even think, she was sure of that, about asking her to hide such a shameful situation for both of them, considering it self-evident that she would not hide anything.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 13:43

She, on the other hand, has deceived his expectations and remained silent. Her mother suspected too much already; the situation looked too beautiful, as beautiful as it could not be without a very large cup of poison hidden in that beauty. If she were to learn that Pann had been under a harness, and such a bad one at that, that he had dared to influence Singha in such a state, then instead of an alliance, there would be, if not enmity, then certainly distrust. For the same reason, she had not removed the second veil. The one covering what the tablet called “the token of the Sweet Steps”. She was afraid, didn't want to check, didn't want to find out, to believe or disbelieve. Too convenient, too strong a trump card. Just order her daughter, blood from her blood, and then the naive young man, younger than even Singha herself, who came to talk to Khao-seahar, would become very responsive and obedient, would become what Singha's mother ordered. There was too much temptation given by this ilash-hao-tar. Singha did not want to know whether Mother would choose honor, whether she would choose gratitude.

Camrad_RIP 26.05.25 в 12:48

But her mother had seen the situation in which she had been bewitched by that treacherous snake, the malkash uk lattat of her and her ancestors, now that the will of the khao-lamir that closed that part of her life no longer controlled Singha. She didn't expect anything good to come of it, but somehow it was a little late to flog her for that mistake, especially right before an important conversation, and there her mother would burn out her anger. Maega, daughter of Maedra, Sidhana's daughter, was as frightening in anger as a steppe hurricane, but she also calmed down quickly, especially if she was angry with her relatives. Nothing, her father used to make her angrier than that. I guess. So she will cope, wait out her mother's anger, and manage to get out somehow. She guessed so.

Camrad_RIP 26.05.25 в 12:51

By the time Singh entered the small hall of secrets, her father was trying to call it an isolated meeting room, but her mother, as the one who had made these walls secret by the will of her khao-munal and khao-lamir, categorically rejected the Confederate term, and a heated and stormy debate was already underway there. On the table, next to a couple of bottles of wine, a plate of sliced candied fruit and cheese, and her father's pipe, which he only smoked on days of great tension (her mother disliked the smell of tobacco smoke), lay several sheets of paper covered in calligraphic handwriting. Singha had written them herself, putting down on paper what she had agreed with Pann. In many ways, he had agreed to much more than she would have dared to ask for, but some of his demands were too inconvenient, so she had to convince the khao-seran that it would be better to look for an easier way. Or a more complicated one, but one that would suit both sides. Otherwise, her parents simply would not believe in the sincerity of her savior's proposals, because that's not how things work.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 13:46

"Ah, Singha, my dear, flower hunter." This comment pierced her already tense body from head to toe with a sharp needle of desire to walk out the door and run away somewhere far away, perhaps to the steppe, or perhaps to Dantmark, hoping that Pann would not chase her away. "We'll talk about this later, yes. Even I know why you shouldn't look the snake people in the eye unnecessarily, especially without amulets. Ahem. But let's drop this topic for now. Let's drop it, dear, at least for a little while."

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 13:48

Her mother merely flashed her golden eyes irritably, her vertical pupils flashing with the khao planted there, and then nodded, gesturing for Singha to sit in the corner of the table. She sat down, closer to the plate of sweets, because it was forbidden to eat before the test, and she was hungry. It took her a long time to recover, and she hesitated to enter the hall for some time, so that by the time she arrived, the conversation had already been going on for quite a while, and the argument was no longer in its first round. The girl had nothing to say, so she preferred to remain silent, especially since she had arrived at the very end of the next round.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:06

"Could he be one of your enemies? He's definitely not one of your friends, because you know all of them, right?" Asks her father, looking into the crystal that records memories and thoughts, seeing her and Pann fighting the monster that lives in the lake. “Of course, I saw the pieces you showed me, but who knows? Something similar was summoned, as you said, by the same one, Silent Drum?”

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:07

"Inaudible Tambourine, Akshtar The Inaudible Tambourine." Her mother responds, as if spitting out the name of the one who once slaughtered her grandmother's brother on the altar. "I know my allies and good acquaintances, Urvag. But I know my enemies even better! And I was talking about similarity, the khaos that controls bones and curses through them! Similar, but not the same! I know that bastard! His presence, his khaos, his essence! No, the one who called himself Pann is definitely not one of their clan. Especially since he summoned wind and lightning! None of these Khaos would approach Akshtar except to attack. My mother made sure of that."

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:09

Singha added to herself that this old khao-seran, who was already an old man when her grandmother was young, wasn't really chasing the wind and conquering storms. He had become too familiar with graves and the ashes of the dead, with bones and tombstones. That's why he's lived so long. That's why he's always looking for young students to teach and share his secrets with, but they never finish their training. They're always being replaced by new ones. Singha also told Pann about this degenerate, honestly warning him that by befriending her, he would immediately become an enemy to any of his friends, to which Pann only nodded silently and clarified, saying, what would her mother give for his help in sending such an individual to the judgment of the ancestors. Singha, who mentioned this proposal in her notes as one of the possible conditions of the bargain and agreement, fully accepted the idea that, for such a gift, if not her mother, then her grandmother would be ready for anything, except for directly betraying the interests of the family and the house.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:16

"But then, who is he? Where did he come from, my dear?" Urvag rubs his face with his palms, stuffing another portion of tobacco into the pipe, while the khao summoned by his mother eats the ashes spilled on the carpet and the smoke gathering under the ceiling. "It's already clear that he wasn't sitting in that cauldron with worms, but was in Dantmark, since I read a couple of letters and wrote a couple more. I have acquaintances among the Dantrels. He was in Dantmark, not in that hole where our daughter ended up. Urkh, Singha, I'm not furious right now only because I'm horrified! I have immense respect for your benefactor, if only because he didn't faint at the sight of that worm-infested filth, and even more so because he pulled you out... By the way, did he show any interest in deepening the alliance between us?"

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:17

"Father!" Singha jumped up indignantly and embarrassedly, almost choking on dried apricots.

Camrad_RIP 26.05.25 в 13:36

"Urvag!" Her mother was equally indignant. She would not have married her off to the elven king if she had not first looked at him through the eyes of her ancestral khao, which can see the compatibility of blood and gift. “We had an agreement! No, I'm not against it, not at all. Such a kalym-khan-shat, like a cloak from his shoulder... A risk he took to save Singh. Where did he save him from? I don't know. If his blood doesn't weaken the family line, then I agree. But only after seeing him. In person. With my own eyes.”

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:20

Singha sighs to herself... She doesn't mind either, of course not out of great love, but out of gratitude and sympathy for sure. And the power he will give her family, much more than the arrogant Nertm! Even without the right bloodline, with only the Tablet, he will give her so much power that her mother's doubts are ridiculous. But Pann clearly made no advances; she clearly saw and understood that he was not interested in her in that way, that he saw her as a sister in gift, a problem, and a headache, not the passion and love of his life. Of course, she was not at all opposed to changing this opinion; there had been cases in their family's history when it was one of the steppe shamans, rather than the chosen husband, who had to win someone's heart. But she would not use the most dishonest methods against Pann, and she would try to prevent her mother from doing so... not to mention the fact that Pann would see the spell and break it. And she simply did not know how to seduce and tempt. Pann, however, is not far behind her. She struggles to suppress a satisfied smile as she recalls his embarrassment when he confessed his involuntary betrayal. He is even younger than her and not nearly as experienced as he would like to appear.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:24

Singha didn't know.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 12:37

Singha didn't understand.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 12:37

Singha was confused.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 12:37

And so Singha waited for the development of events, in that usual for young and not so young romantic indecision, hoping that everything would somehow work itself out, resolved and turned out, of course, only in a happy picture. There is such a fortunate coincidence of circumstances that is not too often, but it happens! Especially if you help it to happen with all your might.

Camrad_RIP 23.05.25 в 20:10

"He can't be anyone I know." Maega looks even more tired than her beloved husband, because she also conducted a test of Singh's mind, body, and anakhao-lash, and then, without even resting, went to this conversation. "Different khao. Different tricks. Everything is different! And he can't be someone new either! Khao-seran are not born from the emptiness of the starry heavens. They are born. They are taught. They are raised! And here you can see the work! You can see blood thicker than tar! His retinue! The way he fights! This is taught over many years, and there are no teachers for it, because they only teach their children! It is learned in battle. In duels! In wars!"

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:55

"If he appeared out of nowhere, as you say, could he be, well, the one they are looking for?" Urvag asks calmly, but inside he is tense to the limit, even Singh can see it, she doesn't even need a special gaze. "Immeasurably powerful spirits unknown to you appeared suddenly, and you and I, who know all the magisters of the world, if not by name, then by reputation, cannot understand who he is."

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:59

Singha struggles to suppress her laughter, but she doesn't quite succeed, so her chuckle elicits an immediate reaction. Two accusing and demanding gazes that are somehow difficult to refuse. Well, if her mother hadn't already checked this part of her memory several times. Singha could hardly remember what she had been asked in a trance, but the general points were hard to miss. She just shakes her head, and a moment later, her mother shakes her head the same way, being the first to understand everything her daughter wants to say but unable to find the words.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 15:00

"Out of the question. I checked. I checked thoroughly." Maega is lying, because she didn't just check thoroughly, she checked so thoroughly that any secret guard would have shed tears several times over such paranoia. "And he... is not suitable. I saw a copy of the gift, called Master. It's quite inaccurate, approximate. Without the glimmers of memory of the winds and the heavens. But he is anyone but a khao-sera-khan, not a khao-seran, not a speaker at all. A magician, a sorcerer of the stone cities. There's no way to confuse him."

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 15:03

The young shaman just nods at every word, because it's true, even though she, especially after getting to know the images-memories of the Tablets, thought quite differently. In her defense, if her mother had learned about the Tablets, she would have thought the same thing. Singha would have told her, but she was very afraid that someone else's secret would leak outside her family. Her mother and father might have decided not to get involved, simply passing the secret on to someone else. She doubted, she didn't believe, she didn't want to believe, but if her father and mother were afraid, if they didn't dare to believe... it would be easier to wait for mutual promises to be made, and then Pann himself would tell them, there was no point in keeping the secret.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 15:07

"What bothers me about his proposal is his obsession with secrecy and his desire for us to remain silent." Urvag, exhaling rings of blue smoke, thoughtfully leafs through the notes that Singha passed on to her family and clan. "Such precautions would make any Augustus lurker want to drink, and for silence... He doesn't care about the deal. Considering what has been passed on. If it works out, fine. If not, no harm done; consider all my investments a gift. Understandable, I won't argue, someone as gifted as him will find support anywhere, except among old enemies. But as for keeping our negotiations secret, he seems willing to spend a small fortune to ensure our silence, even about the very fact of his existence. How much did you say he would spend to summon the khao that would seal the deal?"

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 15:13

Her mother rose from her chair and paced the room, as if reevaluating the question and searching for errors in her answers. She searched and found none, because there were none. The daughter was able to convey to her mother images of what the khao-lamir summoned for confirmation was like. So powerful that it was frightening to even think about. Even for her family, all three of them, her mother, her, and her grandmother, not to summon such a thing without spending ten years, but probably much more, on concluding a deal and searching for a suitable khao. And Pann was going to summon this same spirit to talk to her mother and father. No matter what the outcome, even if they couldn't come to an agreement at all. It wasn't even wastefulness, but something even greater, like wastefulness, but elevated to an absolute and becoming the edge of the power of some kind of khao-tkhash.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 15:20

"I can't spend that much in a year." Maega gives a rather modest assessment. "And I don't like that either. I don't like holding a meeting in the wilderness. And without loyal people nearby."

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 12:38

"But you don't need people, do you?" Father says gently and tenderly, embracing Mother, who allows herself to be calmed, accepting his embrace and the caress of his heavy fatherly hand on her night-colored hair. "He doesn't mind, he even emphasized it separately, you can call all your combat contracts. And we can take people with us. We just have to leave them far away so they can't see or hear anything, but they can run there in twenty heartbeats, especially under the influence of potions. And then there are my sworn servants. I think that for three times their half-yearly salary, paid in one day, they will agree to part with their memories. And we'll hang amulets on them, I'll take combat wands from the arsenal. We'll grab the Guardian's relic to secure the negotiations. And most importantly, my love, we won't go there ourselves until we've checked everything thoroughly. If there's even a hint of an ambush or something like that, we won't be there.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 16:51

The girl involuntarily looked away because when her father and mother showed such tenderness, she involuntarily felt superfluous, as if she were peeking at something very, very sincere and not meant for other eyes. They both rarely allowed themselves to show weakness in front of anyone, even her. Especially her mother, especially after everything her daughter had been through. She always tried to be strong, to be stronger than the whole world in Singha's eyes, and so it was hard to see the uncertainty in her eyes.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 17:04

"It's me who has to persuade you, Urvag." She says, adding a hint of guilt to both her spoken and unspoken words with a slight bitterness. "Such an opportunity, such a benefit. And all this... I know what honor and gratitude are! If he came to the gates of my house and knocked, I would stand by him, even if half the steppe were chasing him! Half the world! But these secrets, all of this... I feel like I'm getting tangled up in these webs."

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 17:05

"Well, I could use a son-in-law like that, too." Father winked again at Singh, who was snorting indignantly, but immediately became serious. "And I am also grateful to him. For saving my daughter. That deserves a little credit. Or maybe not just a little. Perhaps he has every reason to fear enemies. It's already clear that he wants to hide himself. Well, if there's no malice behind his desire, I'll be happy to help. And if there is malice, then we simply must find out for sure."

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 17:06

Her father speaks calmly, confidently, and correctly. It is easy to agree with him simply because he says the words that both mother and daughter think. And yet the father has a very sober, as he says, or cynical, as the mother says, view of life and people. It turns out that her savior is simply a powerful magician who, for some reason, does not want to show himself to the world — fine, it is possible and necessary to help, to thank him for what he has done. And, of course, to benefit from еру help, even mutually, which on the part of the second person in the de Lomer trading house was an example of nobility and humanity. But if Pann turns out to be just another bastard who, as her uncle would say, wants to “pursue an aggressive trade policy against them or just screw them over,” then you need to know for sure so that there are no misunderstandings later. The usual routine of life for a representative of the Trading House, powerful and wealthy, but having made too many rich and powerful enemies and allies, many of whom are worse than enemies.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 15:26

Singh has no doubts about Pann. She understood perfectly well that he needed them precisely for what he had told her and offered her. He needed those who would help him enter the big world and fit into it so that they would not chase after him even more actively than they did after the one who called himself Master. She would gladly help him with this, and she had no doubt that her mother and father would agree. It was too beneficial for all parties, and if she had learned anything from her father's business wisdom, it was this simple truth: when mutual benefit binds reasonable people, that bond is much stronger than any oath of allegiance, friendship, family ties, or temple vows.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 15:24

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Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 12:53

The deadly dangerous, powerful, and influential Night Mistress of all of central Morgrave, trusted agent of the secret guardians of the Forest, owner of the best brothel in town, that is, the ” Wicked Rose,” like most other respectable establishments of this kind within the city limits, as well as simply a very prominent personality, was engaged in utter debauchery in her office. No, she often engaged in debauchery within these walls. The position and nature of the venerable Anrietta's activities had an impact. She had the opportunity to engage in extremely intimate and vulgar indecencies in her office, especially in the company of her faithful assistant, Lada. The owner of Rose appreciated beauty in all its forms and made no particular distinction between women and men, as long as they satisfied her ideas of beauty.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 17:08

Oh, that sweet and loyal Lada, a short brown-eyed brunette with surprisingly plump lips that are always painted scarlet, a cute little nose, and long eyelashes, almost always giving reports dressed exclusively in sandals and jewelry, showing off her enormous breasts, especially against the backdrop of her short stature, which had been considerably enlarged by alchemy! Slender, graceful, always well-groomed, and ready to come to her mistress's aid. It is not surprising that Henrietta used her not only as an extremely competent administrator and personal assistant, but also to relieve stress. Therefore, the very fact of intimate closeness between these two, behind the closed doors of the private office of a quarter-elf, was not surprising at all. Such things happened regularly behind that door. No, no, the real indecency was not expressed in this at all, although it was undoubtedly vulgar, licentious, and full of pleasure.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 17:11

The thing is, it wasn't Henrietta sitting in her favorite chair, her long legs spread wide, allowing her assistant to passionately and skillfully eat her out, bringing her boss to climax. It was Lada sitting in that very chair, sprawled out in complete relaxation, sipping expensive wine from a glass, while Anrietta knelt between her legs. She buried her face in the juicy pussy and the shaved arrow on pubic area pointing downwards, trying her best to bring as much pleasure as possible to her lover. Lada just smiled, gently and tenderly stroking her boss's long black hair, sometimes loosening her grip, sometimes pressing her harder into the crotch that craved affection. Neither the boss nor the subordinate noticed anything unusual, strange, disturbing, or dangerous in their actions, as if this was how they always spent their time behind closed doors.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 17:13

The eating out session was replaced by passionate kisses, with which the Night Mistress covered the maid's feet with her lips, Lada lazily bent over the table, allowing Anrietta to lick her buttocks and her herb- and honey-scented ass, which had been washed beforehand, since the brothel had all the necessary supplies in stock. Then the faithful maid wanted to sit on the face of her tired and satisfied mistress, who only opened her mouth wider and worked her tongue at an accelerated pace. In general, it was utter debauchery, given the position and power of the first and second mistresses, but there was no one who could point this out. It was a closed and well-locked door, as well as a completely screened and regularly checked room. The women themselves considered what was happening to be perfectly normal and saw nothing wrong with it, just as they did not see several other details, even more disturbing than the sudden change in tastes and roles in bed.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 17:16

They did not see the beautiful stranger, who appeared to be about twenty years old, radiating passion and beauty, innocent and wicked at the same time, a beauty that was not marred by the horns protruding from her wheat-colored hair, nor by her thin, whip-like hairless tail with a heart-shaped thickening at the end, nor by her impossibly charming eyes with clockwise-spinning pupils shaped like crosses. They did not see how she methodically and calmly broke through the high-quality protection on shelves, in hiding places, and storage rooms, reading documentation and secret correspondence, sometimes even restoring that correspondence or conversations using an amulet from the void, combing through the information space with a fine-toothed comb. She had already received her share of caresses from the lips of the Night Mistress, her assistant, and several other inhabitants of the Wicked Rose. And she didn't come here for the lips and tongue of a cheeky slut, although she got those too, but not just for them. Nor was it for the correspondence and secrets of elven intelligence. That was also a secondary goal, a pleasant bonus to the results she had already achieved.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:34

After completing the search, she reinforces her suggestions. This is a very complex and extremely secretive structure. In the past, she would have spent months preparing for it, and she would not have been able to pull it off without leaving traces of her infernal presence. Not just hide, but leave no trace, even if the high priest searched for them point-blank. Thanks to this suggestion, Anrietta will, from time to time, find herself in a completely subordinate role to one of her assistants, with different scenarios and activation contours. Some suggestions would copy what is happening now, when neither the victim nor the mistress is aware of the wrongdoing, when what is not normal seems normal to them. Others provoked the local whores into a fit of authority, which they would show towards their mistress, and she, as if by magic, would be unable to gather her strength and object. Some of the scenarios were forgotten immediately after completion, some would seem like dreams, some would remain memorable, constantly reminding her of themselves, but considered simply a moment of weakness, shameful and sweet in its shamefulness, because of which Anrietta allowed herself to be fucked.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:32

Little by little, the suggestions will unfold, accumulate, and exert an increasing influence on the victim until she, sincerely and without prompting, becomes a whore of her whores. Exclusively in an intimate and depraved sense. Otherwise, she will still be the owner of Rose, remain the deadly Night Mistress, an extremely competent administrator, and a successful agent of the Forest. It would seem that this is all just some kind of joke, of no use, giving her nothing but wasted time and the risk of being exposed, but that was only an illusion. Having finished her business, the demoness received instructions and rewards not from these mortals, whose souls she, alas, could neither defile nor take for herself, despite all her desires. No, the reward, the real treasures, for which there could be no analogues, she would take from the gift of the One who, in Her mercy, had raised Her power and protection over her.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 14:28

What are these souls to her if she receives much more, has already received it, and will receive more?

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 12:53

Images flashed before her eyes, forming lines and letters that were both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, confirming the completion of her task and awarding her a prize. A dozen and a half powerful souls to choose from, each corresponding to a high-ranking adept of magic, a great warrior, an outstanding craftsman, a senior priest, or someone else of similar stature. The three souls chosen were truly outstanding, each of whom could be equated with a master of magic, a high priest, a person of royal or ducal blood, an outstanding commander, or someone else comparable. And two whole “meta-impact tokens,” each with five charges, whose power was always extremely restrained and kept her vice in check, made the demoness want to laugh and shudder in a mind-consuming orgasm.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 17:17

They say that Duke Augustus's beautiful wife is considered a close friend of Queen Sivila, is that not so? And what would happen if a sweet demoness who means no harm were to use a token with the telling name ‘The Wickedness of the Seductress’ on her? After all, one of the tasks that has not yet been completed but has already been received is to infiltrate the palace of the ruler of Morgraf. And even though the main target of the mission is Augusta de Mont Ros's son, the respectable and sweet Christian, as well as his eternal lover with long ears, nothing will stop the demoness from expanding her actions a little, adding a little something personal to them. Harmless, not dangerous, posing no threat to lives or souls, but so spicy, so desirable, so sweet, and capable of sweetly repaying the honourable Queen for her less than royal reception.

Camrad_RIP 02.06.25 в 18:17

The demoness, who had only recently become a demoness in a very conditional sense, finished her business, leaving behind the mistress and maid who were still making love, becoming transparent and shimmering like mist. And this mist seeped through walls, stone and spells, barriers and closed fields, through foundations and paving stones, flowing underground, where it was destined to gather again. This creature, which does not fully realise how much it has already changed and how much it will change in the future, had many tasks, many activities and entertainments ahead of it, for in this glorious free city there are so many interesting things, so many interesting personalities, that it is impossible to resist another prank.

Camrad_RIP 02.06.25 в 18:17

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Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 12:53

There are countless jokes, witticisms, and obscenities about the women of the Tavr folk, especially regarding their prominent breasts, which can be considered part of folklore, if not legend. There are about as many jokes about these boobs, breasts, udders, and other epithets as there are about the height of the halfling if not more. Well, how can you not laugh? A walking cow with a milk-producing udder the size of a watermelon or even a pumpkin, and what's more, this milk increases male potency and, with prolonged use, increases the size of men's penises and women's breasts who are not Tavrians. All these statements were inevitable; long gone are the days when no one knew these jokes. Much has been forgotten or simply omitted; it is much easier for the hornless to think about what is funny, pleasant, and beautiful, diligently ignoring other details that do not fit into the overall picture of their primitive understanding of the world.

Camrad_RIP 03.06.25 в 17:19