I stopped in the middle of the clearing. Silence reigned in the forest. Due to the humidity of the air it was hard to breathe. And a lump of fatigue, which used to be just hanging unpleasantly in the region of the heart, has now burst and spread along arms and legs.

I sank to the ground at the roots of a huge tree, I still laughed to myself that they were forming something like a cradle. Curled up and ...

* * *

I was standing in the hallway near our door with Ranita's bedroom.

The morning sun shone through the windows.

The entire corridor was shrouded in a whitish haze. It was unusually quiet around.

Someone climbed the stairs, creaking his soles, and walked along the corridor - I did not hear, but rather felt with the feet the sound of his steps. I turned to face him and smiled, but Trent passed by without even looking at me, and entered the bedroom. I frowned.

Shane's soft boots followed with a rustle - I felt his approach at the very last moment, when he had already risen to the upper step before the turn of the corridor. Stepping lightly on thick carpets, he, too, walked past me and entered the bedroom after his father.

I turned to face the door. Devilry some ...

I tried to grab the handle, but my hand just slid down without encountering resistance or cold metal. I looked at my palm. Very interesting...

And he went straight through the closed door.

Ranita was sitting on the bed, her face buried in Trent's shoulder, who stroked her hair. Her shoulders shook. She cried. Is it because of what happened at night? Come on, is it worth it to get so upset - I have already completely rested, and we can continue!

But something told me that the reason for her tears was different.

Shane stood at the window, arms folded, frowning.

Then he turned to the bed and said something — I saw his lips move — but I heard no sound. But I heard - felt? - as in the corridor Benedict's armor rattled. The door opened, he entered and knelt on one knee, with his right hand on his sword, and bowed his head. He also said something, but, like Shane, I did not hear his words. Trent nodded and suddenly looked straight into my eyes. It seems he saw me. He stared at me for a couple of seconds, then looked away again and pressed his cheek against Ranita's hair.

I went out into the corridor, passing through Benedict and the door.

- Like? - his voice sounded as always - dead.

- What happened? - I turned to him. In the place where he stood, even the colors seemed to fade.

- Don't you understand yet? - he really wanted to grin, but could not. - You are dead.

“Then why am I here and not in the Halls?”

“As if you don’t know,” if he had lips, he would have puffed them up.

“So I'm not completely dead yet,” I grinned.

“I can keep you in that condition until your time comes,” Marolight said haughtily.

“To your health,” I answered, and turned away to the window. - But why do you need it?

He said nothing, but I sighed.

Of course I guessed. Plus to all my titles, to all merit and regalia, I have one more duty - the Keeper of the Trait of Life. And if in all the other guises I have a substitute, in this one I am irreplaceable. Even Trent, with all his strength and knowledge, is not able to maintain the barrier between the Living World and the Halls of Death. If I am not, Marolayt can spread his influence, can move the Devil.

By the way, he has long wanted to get the Order Citadel. Chaos is not interesting to him - the Devil is already so mobile there that he can chop off a piece of land he likes at any moment ... but at the same time with the same ease he can lose some of his possessions. Here, the Trait is more stable - any even minimal changes take a lot of time and effort, but they are, if not permanent, then long-term ...

“And your brother,” he said with an almost grin, “let him not legalize necromancy, but he will continue to practice it, further weakening the Devil ...”

“Bastard,” I said quietly.

Past us, twisting the leathery wings, the twins flew.

And then I felt it. Like a breath of cold wind. I looked at Marolite in surprise.

- What is it?

He shrugged.

- What exactly?

“I feel ...” I began.

“You're dead, you can't feel anything,” Marolight interrupted.

- However, I feel - cold ... as if someone strokes my chest with a cold hand ... - br-rrr, disgusting ...

“That is impossible,” he said.

- Where is my body?

- How should I know? I do not exist in this world.

“He must be found, and as soon as possible,” I said, and lowered my head, clenching my fists.

And I saw him. Mechanically, I grabbed Marolite by the sleeve and pulled him out of the corridor.

- Stop doing that! What are you doing? You're dead, you shouldn't ... - he protested.

- Shut up ...

I lay at the roots of a huge tree on wet-fallen foliage. Hands were spread to the sides, the pants down to the knees. Her chest only occasionally trembled, noting convulsive sighs.

And over me, doubled over, stood a certain creature.

Outwardly, it was a bit like a man. On the outline of his body, I would even have mistaken him for a girl, but for a very ugly girl. Tangled long hair of a strange greenish-brown color, the skin was not just molded with greens, like the inhabitants of Rebma, but had a rich, green color. There were membranes between the fingers, and instead of the legs there was a large fishtail. I did not see her face, but I was more than enough to have a back view — in other circumstances I would never have allowed such a creature to even come close to me.

Well, it was not difficult to guess what she was doing here - I almost always felt her wet tongue on my chest and face and cold tenacious fingers around my penis. I felt as if a huge slug was crawling over me.

Meanwhile, she bent my legs at the knees and pressed her mouth to the crotch. Not to say that it was quite unpleasant ... no, there was definitely a certain charm in this ... but I immediately understood why Shane does not like it when someone does this to him against his will.

She managed to immerse it in her mouth almost along with the eggs, wrapping her whole cold, moist, silky tongue along the entire length, while voluptuously moaning and smacking her. I felt how the head rested against her back of the throat.

- What is she doing? - asked Marolayt.

- Blowjob ... - I replied gloomily.

- Why is this?

- This is a sexy weasel ... mouth ... - I explained.

- Did you like it?

- I like it now ... but it's disgusting ...

- Explain ...

- Usually this is done by mutual consent ... I did not give her such consent ...

- What do you worry - you're dead. Treat this body like a piece of meat ...

- You fool, Marolight, - I smiled bitterly, - if I were dead, my body would not react to her caresses. And it reacts, and how else ... hell, I'm going to finish ...

Meanwhile, the green-skinned fish-legged lady released my penis from her mouth, crawled on me, and I felt her moist, cool bosom clinging to me from all sides, and the soft anal fin rested against my groin. I frantically sighed and mechanically ran a hand over my forehead.

“So, how you do it,” he would grinned wickedly if he could.

“No, it usually happens differently,” I replied in a stifled voice and breathed more often.

Damn, if she doesn't stop, I will definitely finish ...

I felt how a cold, sticky body covered with sticky mucus was rubbing against my chest, as my cock sank and emerged from the depths of gradually warming waters, as her tenacious fingers with short but sharp claws stuck into my shoulders. I felt how convulsively she pulled in ... Read more →