"... probably in terms of geographical location, Ferelden is the most isolated of the kingdoms of Thedas ..."

Boom!

"... to the east of it lies the Amaranthin Ocean, to the north - the Unemploying Sea, and to the south - the Wild Land of Korkari ..."

Tink

"... are an immense peat bog, and in winter - a treacherous labyrinth of ducts covered with thin ice ..."

Darling!

The guard looked up.

- Maybe you can do it quieter ?! - He cried indignantly.

The savior of Ferelden was sitting on a comfortable bench in one of the countless rooms on the first floor of the Radcliffe castle. Before him were placed a marching inkwell, a knife, several trimmed feathers, and a battered chubby code. A little further there was a book, which opened about the middle, from which the Guardian, with his tongue sticking out of tension, diligently and hastily rewrote the paragraph he liked. He lay beside him, staring blankly at the ceiling, the gutted castellan of the castle. And in the doorway, Sten concentratedly beating a revived set of knightly armor with hilt over an empty helmet.

- Why do you constantly write in this book? The kunari asked in an even voice, without turning his head.

- Knowledge is power, Stan! - solemnly proclaimed magician. - Understand this is a kunari, you would not have to go half the world to answer what Mor is.

“Baz,” Sten stated, in the same even voice without emotion. With another powerful blow, the armor settled to the floor with a pile of iron. The dented helmet rolled away to the side, yawning with a dangling visor. The guard finished the line and rose impetuously from the bench. Knowledge was knowledge, but it was necessary to do business — the first magician Irving and several other magicians, who were going to send him to a fight with a demon, were waiting for him from here and there was no longer any reason to delay the meeting.

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“I wonder when I will get used to these sensations,” the Guardian thought. The shadow has always acted on him oppressively, but at the Torture at all he almost turned. Running on the faded landscapes, densely populated with ghostly copies of Connor and an unfamiliar bearded peasant in rich clothes also did not have a stomach for calm, and the magician sincerely hoped that before the fight it would pass.

Stepping into another portal, he closed his eyes for a second, and opening his eyes, he saw the person he was looking for.

Or should have said "that"? The demon appeared before him in the guise of a young woman - with a very decent figure, I must say. Impeccable features, sensual lips, deep dark eyes ... The Guardian could look into those eyes indefinitely, but the male interest made him look lower. The neck and shoulders of the demon were wrapped in jewels, but there was nothing else above the belt on it — only a pair of pendants flirtatiously covered their nipples. Full breasts would not leave indifferent any man - even seemingly resilient and strong, she seemed to be tempted to squeeze her with a strong palm. The guard swallowed involuntarily. Below the belt, the graceful outlines of the female body were hidden by incomprehensible attire with an abundance of angular folds, but the fact that it was displayed was enough to make the imagination work. The fact that not a simple beauty appeared before the magician, but one of the most insidious and powerful creatures of the Shadow, was reminiscent of only smooth purple skin, slightly like scales, twisted horns and a pillar of violet flame that replaced the demon's hair.

The appearance of the Guardian demon greeted with a light laugh.

“Well, enough of being nasty,” a melodious female voice sounded, in which there was no malice or anger — just interest.- Here is the heart of my possessions, and here I am the most powerful. But I do not want to challenge you, and I hope that you are with this, - here the demon's lips stretched a little in a smile, and the palm seemed to have casually slid upward, outlining the expressive contour of the chest, - wait.

Force the development of events was not smiling, and the Guardian. To determine the actions needed, above all, to know more.

“What kind of demon are you?” He asked, looking his companion straight in the eyes and hoping that he had sounded hard enough. With the hardness of his voice, he always had problems - the lessons of eloquence in the Circle were in vain.

“I am a desire,” came the soft whisper in my ear. The magician almost turned around, only at the last moment remembering that it is not safe to let a demon out of sight, and in his own kingdom it is smooth from a bribe, he speaks as he wants.

So, demon of desire. The guard painfully tried to remember what the older magicians in the Circle had told them about, and what was meant on this subject in various books recommended for reading. Only scattered fragments came to mind - something about how demons speculate on the aspirations of mortals. Attempts to extract something else from the bins of memory were unsuccessful. Oh yes. They should also have horns - there is order here - and hooves.

“Power, power, lust,” whispered, meanwhile, “this is what I am in charge of.” Should you pursue me only for the fact that from me people get what they most crave?

- What do you mean? The Guardian asked sharply. In a voice it was cut hoarse. There was no thought out of my head that had nothing to do with Connor - what kind of hips are hiding under this incomprehensible clothing? How I would like to put my hands on them ... persistently stroking their palms ... Stop, what is he ?!

“You see, you are set to talk,” the demon smiled at him again. - I will not hide, I am glad of it - I have always preferred sensible conversation to crude violence. Do you want to hear my suggestion?

The guard nodded curtly, never taking his eyes off her face. It seems the evening has ceased to be languid.

- You want me to leave the boy. And I will leave it - now. But the connection between us will continue, and after, years later, I will return to return what rightfully belongs to me. But this, - the iridescent chuckle again came, - will be later, much later, when you receive from me what you are entitled to expect for this service.

- And what will I get? - asked the Warden. His voice was calm, but only the Creator knew what efforts he needed to prevent a burst of desires from escaping. To the creator — and, perhaps, to this vicious child of hiss, who so well know the weaknesses of mortals.

- And what do you want? - answered the question to the question of the demon. - Knowledge, pleasure, love - all this is in my power.

Suddenly, all the internal tension disappeared like a hand. There is no excitement or uncertainty; even the discomfort in the stomach instantly disappeared. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Knowledge, of course, is power, but ... He once again fixed his gaze on a beautiful face with these alluring eyes, slender waist, and cast breasts.

“I choose pleasure, demon,” the magician said firmly. - Show me, - here for the first time during the meeting he smiled himself, - that you can.

The demon smiled seductively and moved forward deliberately with a slow pace. As if in her pupils a spark flashed - whether of interest, or ridicule, but the Guardian did not pay attention to it - now he was not concerned about the eyes, but other parts of the body.

“I can take on a look that will be more familiar to you,” came the melodious whisper right above the ear, although the demon had not yet approached the Guardian. Before he could give an answer, the golden jewel on a strong chest began to grow dim, become more and more transparent, and finally disappeared, dispersed in streams of smoke. The same happened with the folds of strange attire, hiding the inhabitant of the Shadow below the waist. Istajav, they found the perfect shape of female legs - without any, which is characteristic, hooves. Well, minus point the old fart from the Circle.However, the Guardian would not have beaten the pledge that they knew how even an ordinary woman looked like under her clothes.

Suddenly - the Guardian could not catch this movement, although, as if, he looked at the demon intently - an impeccably regular face with bottomless ...