Agnis, the God of Fire, and Ael, the God of Heaven. Each of the gods has created his own race of people, all of whose abilities depend on one of the elements. Divaduron worships Difus and is a race of water. They live in underwater cities, they have gills and membranes between fingers. Their main weapons are harpoons and nets. Their advantage in battle is that they can sneak into the enemy’s rear along underground lakes and rivers. Dandyarol worship the God of Earth. They live in underground cities. They do not need light, because they see everything about the earth. This is their advantage - they are able to notice the approach of the enemy long before his appearance in the field of view of other races. Their main weapons are spears with stone tips, swords and slings. Agniarnon is a fiery race. Their elements are fire and destruction. They are able to feel any warmth and strengthen or weaken it at will, but only through touch. Their weapons are fire and explosive shells. And we - kuardadianon - heavenly warriors. Our god is Ael. Our element is the sky. Our weapons are bows and arrows. Our strength is speed and suddenness. Of all the races, we are the only ones who can fly ... A cuardadian without wings is the same as a divaduron in the air or an agniarnon under water - losing our main advantage, losing touch with our element, we become vulnerable ...

- Is there ever war going on in your world? - Light knelt in front of him and took his hands in her, while his dignity was in a few centimeters from her face. She swallowed hard and forced herself to look at his face.

“Not all the time,” he shook his head. “The War of the Four Elements ended forty cycles ago.” But it lasted until this more than five hundred cycles. Five generations of people were born during her. I was also born when the war was still going on, but then I was very small, I could not fly yet, so I did not fight.

- What happened now?

- I do not know ... Antanel, our True Warrior, ordered us to wait for his signal in the distance, so I did not hear what he was talking about with that black horned type ...

Sveta involuntarily giggled.

- What are you doing? - the guy turned on her a surprised look.

“You said that, horned, and the horns on the forehead,” the medical assistant answered cheerfully.

- How are the horns? - he threw her hands and reached for his head. “Oh gods ...” he breathed, groping for a little tubercle just below the edge of the hair.

- Maybe you give a mirror? - the fun of her voice immediately vanished, replaced by anxiety.

- Will it remove the horns? - He answered gloomily and got up, while his cock swung so close to her face that the girl caught her breath.

“No,” she said, with difficulty coping with her voice, “they look in the mirror.”

“Give me your mirror,” Lariel agreed gloomily.

She disappeared behind a curtain, breathed in order for a few seconds, then took a small mirror from her purse and returned to it. Lariel stood, turned to face the window and folded his arms across his chest. The girl suddenly wanted to cuddle up to him, hug his thin strong waist, feel his elastic but soft buttocks on his stomach, slide his lips over his back ... At this moment he turned to her sideways, and against the window she saw every knob on his body.

“Show me,” he said grimly.

With a trembling hand, she handed him a mirror. He cast only one glance at his reflection and groaned, dropping to the floor and covering his face with his hands:

- Not...

- What? What's the matter? - Sveta was really scared.

- This is ... this is terrible! - he cried.

“C'mon, it's not so scary ...” the girl tried to calm him down and put her hand on his shoulder.

Suddenly, he sharply grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him with such force that she fell to her knees next to him:

“You don't understand,” he hissed angrily. - It's not me. I look very different. I have never had horns. In a guardian, there are no such eyes — our eyes are always blue, like a cloudless sky. Yes, my hair was always blond, but not white. And the skin ... And I also feel that I have become heavier, much harder.Even if I had wings, I could not fly ...

“Lariel,” Sveta tried to free herself from his tenacious fingers. - Lariel, calm down! It's not scary, it's ...

He suddenly raised his head and looked straight into her eyes, as if studying. She also calmed down, looking at him inquiringly. His grip loosened for a moment, and then he pulled her close and pressed against her lips. The girl tried to pull away, but he was much stronger than her. His hot tongue slid over her lips, and Sveta could not resist such a temptation, opening his mouth to meet him. He gently laid her back, not stretching his arms and not interrupting a kiss. She closed her eyes and relaxed. Just feeling it, Lariel let go of her wrists, with quick greedy movements he unbuttoned her blouse, moved the bra cups and began to gently pull at her nipples. She was curving toward his hands, feeling the panties that had dried overnight become wet again.

Having played enough with her breasts, he lowered his hands below, with a sharp movement pulled up her skirt. The girl started and tried to pull away from him. But Lariel already felt the elastic of the panties and pulled them down, still kissing her. Sveta tried to resist, but his touch was so tender and so desired that with his every move her desire to fight gave way to sweet languor and impatient expectation of continuation.

When a piece of cloth soaked through with female juices was thrown aside, Lariel pulled away from Sveta a little, admiring the work of his hands. Her dark blond hair was scattered across the floor, her half-closed eyes glittered, her cheeks glowed red, her nipples hardened from excitement appealingly bristled over her shifted bra, and her slender legs and pubis covered with dark curly hair trembled in anticipation. He grinned, lifted her legs under her knees, and with one jerk he entered her immediately to his full length. The girl moaned from pleasure and completely closed her eyes.

Inside she was hot and humid, the juices of her bosom were running down the crotch, wetting his skin and sipping deliciously with every jerk. Lariel also closed his eyes. Sweet waves rose from the bottom of the abdomen to his chest and shoulders, as if pushing some weight out of his body that he had not even felt before. A hand in a cast, just a couple of minutes ago, reminded of itself with an unpleasant twitching, was now felt quite healthy, only the cast caused some limitations on its mobility. And he suddenly realized that his back under the bandages was very itchy, not knocking him down, however, from the rhythm, but even pushing, forcing him to move faster and sharper.

The girl in front of him was moaning and curving, screaming, trembling, holding her breath, her muscles frantically hugging his trunk, pushing out the excess liquid. But Lariel did not stop. (Especially for eroticspace.info) He has already lost count of her orgasms, although each of them was manifested by a pleasant crush inside and deaf moans outside. Something told him that this was not just banal sex. That this is something akin to a magical ritual that will not only fill it with power, but also help you return home.

But here Sveta’s next spasm squeezed him so hard that Lariel could not restrain himself and poured into her. When the last drops of his seed left his body, he, breathing heavily, fell on the girl and opened his eyes. She looked at him and smiled wearily.

“Your ... eyes ...” she said in an intermittent voice.

“I know ...” he gasped out and realized that he really knew what had happened to his eyes. They again became sky blue ...

* * *

- I knew it, Ael! - the voice of the Lord rang hollowly under the arches of the Chamber of the Sacred Fountain. - I knew you just used me!

“Forgive me, brother,” said Winged God, smiling indulgently, “Of course, I shouldn’t have used you as a blind man, but you would never have agreed if I told you everything as it is.”

- I'll kill you! - God of Death was crying in fury, throwing in his brother puffs of black smoke and sheaves of burning sparks.

Ael only slightly shook his sparkling staff in front of him, and the deadly cloud melted.

“Well, stop it, you understand that this is stupid,” he said in a soothing tone and with his eternal smile.- We are not familiar with the first cycle, we have created and destroyed hundreds of worlds. You should have guessed right away that I was not going to let you into the Garden.

- Why then all? - The gentleman suddenly lowered his hands and tears came out in his scarlet eyes.

- For this, - smiled Ael and ran his finger along his cheek. - Tears of Death - the greatest rarity and value. You, the personification of all the worst that can exist in the universe, crying because you killed one worthy man and made one worthy woman unhappy. You, the Incarnate Death, Lord of the Underworld, Lord of the Nightmares, are worried because you hurt a mortal woman. Yes, chosen, but mortal. It costs a lot. This proves that even the cycles spent in Hell did not kill God in you - you still know how to sympathize with our creations and still remember why we created them. Therefore, let go of your legions, you will no longer need them ... Angul.

The God of Death looked at him in bewilderment:

“What ... did you say now ...?”

- Angul. Did you forget your name? Not so much time had passed, - Ael flapped his wings, and from the surface of Fontana rose a whirlwind of sparkling glittering ghostly light.

As soon as the first drops of water touched Angul’s body, he began to transform - his eyes turned black, the horns dissolved in the quivering air, the hooves and hair disappeared from his feet, the tail fell apart into dust, and his back fingernails became more like human, and on the previously marked by the seal of suffering, a calm smile began to shine.

He bowed his head. Ael answered him the same ...