“I feel sorry for you, Master,” Livia said faintly.

“Don't pity me, slave,” grumbled Horn.

The girl fell silent, head down. Her heart ached with pain and grief. She wanted to throw the young man around his neck, snuggle up to his chest, warm it with his warmth. But she could not do that. Slave has no right to their own experiences, because she - just the thing that you can get rid of at any time.

- What is quiet? - asked the young man, - Get me hot.

Slave, without hesitation, rushed to him and clung to the whole body, as if trying to merge into one. The horn embraced the girl by the shoulders, and soon they were asleep, and everyone had a happy dream.

LITTLE SLAVE MI

The castle of Count Sebastian Lazar from a distance resembled a giant sea monster, who decided to bask in the sun and lay down on one of the sharp-pointed rocks. In the architecture of this building there was no logic, just a jumble of spiers and towers, studded with loopholes and viewing platforms.

To this pile of stones led a narrow winding path, barely distinguishable among the boulders. It seemed that the inhabitants of this terrible place should have the ability to fly in order to get inside the fortress. But only a few knew that there was another way hidden from prying eyes.

Kull slowly drove into the gorge at the foot of the wall, and staggered off the horse. He was pale, with large drops of sweat on his huge forehead. A deep wound on her shoulder, still bleeding and sore, made itself felt.

“The master is waiting for you,” said the soldier guarding the entrance, in a choked voice. “He is very dissatisfied.” You lingered.

- Get out of my way! The slave growled, "I did everything I could."

“You will tell the count,” the guard whispered with a nasty look at the black man.

Kull, holding his wounded shoulder, trudged along the underground labyrinth.

- Boss in the office! - the guard shouted after him, - I advise you to hurry up!

Having dismissed him as from an annoying fly, the slave began to slowly climb the spiral staircase. He walked slowly, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. With each step, the giant felt that the forces were leaving him.

“Just not to fall right here,” Kull whispered, “The master is waiting.” We must hurry.

Finally, he reached the heavy door lined with thick sheets of iron and pushed it. A terrible screech slashed over his ears, and Kull even howled in pain. Not keeping his feet, he fell into a narrow passage and froze.

- Whom do I see ?! - there was a shrill voice of the count, - Nick, our glorious warrior granted!

“I came back, my lord,” the slave loudly moved his lips, trying to rise.

- Where is the girl? Roared Lazar, pressing Kulla with his foot to the floor.

- I did not fulfill the order, - writhing in pain, he braced, - Order to kill me, lord.

- Do not expect that you will die quickly, you bastard, - grinned the earl, - Tell me what happened.

Overcoming pain, Kull told him everything.

“Are you sure you saw him?” Asked the host, frowning.

“I fought with him,” the giant lowered his head, “He hurt me.”

- It would be better if he demolished your bad head, - Lazar snapped back, kicking the slave in the side, - Go away! I'm busy right now. I'll deal with you later.

Kull breathed a sigh of relief and crawled out of his master's office on all fours, thanks to the Gods for giving him another day of life. When he reached his kennel, located in a small extension next to the slave barracks, he fell down on a rough cot, covered with straw, and fell into oblivion.

- Mister!

Kull barely broke his heavy eyelids. Near the bed, shifting from her feet to the naga, there was a little black woman in an old dress faded from time to time and a black apron.The disobedient strands of curly hair were knocked out from under the checkered kerchief tied on the head in the form of a turban, and over the shoulder rags of coarse canvas matter were spread. In her hands she held a large basin, over which steam was curled.

- Why did you come? - the bully tried to rise, but again collapsed on the bed, - What do you want?

“The master ordered you to wash your wound, sir,” the slave slapped almost crying, “I can, I am careful.”

“Well, well, don't whine,” Kull relented. “What is your name?”

“Mi,” the girl squeaked, dropping her eyes, “But everyone calls me Black Mice Mouse.”

“And you do not listen to these girls,” Kull grunted, grimacing in pain.

“I will help you now, Master,” Mi set the basin on the table and rushed to help the Negro sit down.

Grunting and fanning the nostrils of her little cute nose, she sat the giant on the bed and even put a pillow under his back. Moistening the cloth in the water, the girl began to gently wash away the blood that was dried on her shoulder. She did it very carefully, that Kull even closed his eyes, enjoying the light touches of the little still-childish fingers of a slave.

“Bold, baby,” he encouraged her. “I will bear it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Mi said, staring at the wound with her big black eyes. “The blood went again. Are you hurt, sir?

“Nonsense,” Kull said. “I'm a soldier.” Must endure.

We washed and bound the wound, putting the leaves of some plant on it, after chewing them. Soon Kull felt the pain recede, replaced by a pleasant coolness. Exhaling heavily, he sat down more comfortably on his bed and stared at the girl, who was scurrying around.

Suddenly having caught her hand, he gently, as far as he was able, pulled the slave to himself and sat him on his knees. Mi froze, frozen, not knowing what to do. Kull smiled and threw back his curly fringe, strayed onto his slave's forehead. Stroking the girl's hair with his huge hand, he whispered in her ear:

- Do not be afraid of me, baby. I will not hurt you.

“Don't hurt me, sir,” the black woman whimpered, all huddled together.

Kull hugged the girl with his good hand even more tightly, clutching his muscular chest. Grinning wryly, he suddenly remembered how during orgies with slaves, when the owner allowed it, the girls squirmed in his “passionate” embrace, screaming in pain. And he enjoyed the little power he had over these unfortunates. After such nights, the slaves who had been in his arms walked bruised for a long time, afraid to even look at this bruiser.

But with this little fragile girl, everything was different. Kull did not want to hurt her, did not want to see the fright in her black, as the southern night, eyes. He longed for affection and warmth, which he had been deprived of since childhood and whom he had so long dreamed of. But even more, he suddenly wanted to give this girl his love, about which he knew almost nothing.

Mi, it seems, read his mind and stopped shaking. She gently wrapped his meaty, thick neck with her thin, two-reed-like hands, and gently touched her unshaven cheek with her lips. Kull groaned softly, turned his bald head that looked like a watermelon to her, and greedily bit into her mouth with his lips. Their tongues intertwined, trying to penetrate each other as deeply as possible. The slave's breathing became hot and frequent, her skinny body involuntarily leaned forward, clinging to a powerful torso, as if seeking protection.

The infuriated slave groped for a string and pulled at the ribbon. An apron with a soft rustle slid to the floor. Another moment, and the girl's dress fell down, exposing her dark, pointed shoulders and small breasts, topped with brown beads of her nipples, which had become dense and now stuck out like two ripe cherries. His large, rough hand slipped over the tender, velvety skin of an eighteen-year-old girl. Mi leaned over him and groaned thinly, burying her nose in the crease around the giant's neck.

They did not notice how they appeared on a straw trestle. Kull tenderly embraced the slave by the waist and drew her to him, laying her on his chest, which looked like a lumpy platform.The girl, having understood the intentions of the man, did not resist, but helped him get rid of the clothes and lay down on the side, putting the head on his shoulder.

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