Eliktiel caught her breath only when the castle appeared ahead. It was pretty hard to bring the detachment here, without arousing suspicion. However, Chris and Nariel didn’t really think about where to go - they didn’t care, but Istel constantly looked at El, watching every light movement. If it were someone else, El would suspect that she was exposed, but the drow always behaved that way, suspecting even the closest relatives of all possible sins. El looked over to the castle and explained:

- Abandoned castle noret-caste. The unofficial name is Labyrinth, due to the extremely confusing architecture. Specially built as difficult as possible, in case of attempts at sabotage or open attacks. The full floor plan has not been preserved. Most likely, the magician is located there.

- That is, everything plays against us? - irritably asked Istel. Does nobody besides her notice the strange behavior of the elf? - A great trap would come out. The drow continued with a hint. El wondered at the dark.

- I do not propose to take his storms. We were actually sent for reconnaissance. Let us make sure that the magician is really here, estimate the threat level and return to our garrison. And it is advisable to do all this quietly and unnoticed.

Chris nodded in agreement, and Nariel just continued on. The others followed him. And only Istel was tormented by vague suspicions. Her sixth sense, which appears to every drow, if he wants to live to at least ten, screamed about danger. But she may be wrong - after all, Istel is not among the dark elves now ... And it could have been worse - this hostility could be a manifestation of a banal ... jealousy ?! But this thought Istel diligently drove away.

To the castle came already dark. There was no indication that someone was living there. “Although one who wants to settle in this terrible place should be just crazy, even by the standards of a drow,” Istel said. But El thought about something else. She scrolled through her head the plan of the corridors and the locations of the traps she knew. She had her own order ...

Nobody had time to react to the incident. For about two hours they had wandered through empty corridors, periodically turning off traps, the number of which passed all reasonable limits. But one they still missed.

Chris swung around sharply when he heard a steel partition slammed down behind him, about twenty meters down. The second one crashed the same as the guillotine blade, locking the light elves in the small space between the two obstacles. The last thing that Chris managed to notice was that El clutched at some amulet around her neck, probably defensive. He ran to the partition, trying to push the sword between her and the floor, trying not to think about the strange noise at the door. Istel immediately realized what it was. The noise of raging flames. She lightly touched the partition and immediately pulled back her hand - she was heated. In some places, even streams of hot metal flowed. I didn’t even want to think about what was happening outside the door. Istel gently pulled Chris away from the septum.

- Go ahead. We will not help them.

* * *

El burst into the room, shutting the portal behind her. She somewhat underestimated the speed of the trap, but still managed to avoid the rather sad fate of a toasted piece of meat. She quickly put the clothes in order and turned around. As she expected, the crystal transferred it to the magician.

“Greetings, Nate.” - she nodded to him

Behind him on the bed lay an annoying hindrance in the form of a naked dark elf. The magician himself stood in front of El, with a glass of wine in his hands, dressed only in his pants. He handed a glass of elf and, waiting for her to sip wine, asked:

- How are things going?

Santil watched it with mild anxiety. The magician, without waiting for an answer, sat down on the edge of the bed and looked inquiringly at the light one. It seems they still do not bind anything except business relationships, which means that she herself has nothing to fear. El, in the meantime, collected her thoughts and clearly reported:

“The elf is dead, the drow and the man in the loop.” Chris did not fall into the trap - went a little further than necessary.

The magician pondered what was said, while invitingly patting the bed next to him. Elle put the glass on the table and sat next to the magician. He unconsciously stroked her knee, although his thoughts were far away. Santil followed this with growing concern. It wasn’t that she was concerned about who the magician slept with (that’s his name is Nate, it turns out), but it was impossible to allow him to forget about the drow herself. And the magician finally broke away from his thoughts:

- Good. - he slightly twitched the corners of his lips, indicating a smile - in any case, these ... I do not even know what to call them ... I do not threaten with anything. My business here is already finished. It remains only to wait until Santil will deal with his sister and can leave ... - all the time while he was talking, the magician continued to stroke El’s leg, rising higher and higher. And as if he had just noticed this:

- But stop talking about the problems. - Nate embraced El and slightly pulled to himself - I see, during your absence, have you had some ... changes? - El slightly reddened, but kept silent and did not even move away. The magician smiled slightly and ran his hand over the elf's cheek, removing fallen strands of hair from his face, then lightly touched El's lips. The elf smiled playfully, slightly bit the magician by the finger, and pressed herself to his lips.

Suddenly, Nate felt someone cling to him from behind and gently but firmly turn him away from El. Turning his head, he saw a dark elf reaching for his lips. Grinning mentally, Nate decided not to disappoint her and responded with a passionate kiss. But then he came up with one funny idea. Pushing the girls away from him, he slightly moved back to the bed, leaning his back on the back and nodded to the elves:

- Start without me. - with a slight grin, he saw how two girls looked at each other with dislike. But both had nothing to do - they did not want to lose the location of the magician. True, El had her own reasons, of which Nate is not necessarily aware, but still ... She reached out to the dark elf with all her strength restraining the desire to strangle her, and clung to her lips. At the same time, she felt the warm hands of the dark slipped under her jacket. To El's surprise, her touch caused only pleasant sensations - after all, Santil was an elf and not some dirty goblin. In response, El added to the kiss a little more warmth and also hugged the dark, stroking the delicate velvety body of an elf.

Santil was tired of the light clothing that was interfering with her actions and, tearing herself off the kiss, she helped rid herself of the jacket and shirt underneath. El felt the bottom of her tummy fill with a sweet weight, everything floated before her eyes, and she clung to the drow again, this time for the sake of pleasure. Her breasts touched delicate dark skin, hardened nipples crawl over her silky breasts, sometimes slightly touching Santil's nipples, causing her lungs to jerk all over. The dark elf reacted very strongly to all her touches, apparently because of the same feelings that El overwhelmed: intimacy with the primordial enemy caused both hate and dizzy euphoria, which was in no way interrupted.

At this moment, Santil looked up from the light one and turned her head to the mage and beckoned him slightly with her hand. He grinned and replied with the same gesture, addressing him, however, to both elves. Santil responded first and quickly moved to Nate, stripping off his pants. However, El did not lag behind her, and the lips of the elves closed around the excited member of the man. But only for a couple of seconds, El for a moment ahead of the dark, and Nate entered her mouth.However, after several light movements, she broke away ...