Thank you, daddy! Said Nik, and now these words sounded very sincere and real.
Kors allowed Nik to tattoo his body the way he wanted. He took off his clothes, lay on his stomach on the skin completely undressed, dropping his head on folded hands, and Nik decorated his tailbone and the side of his thigh with black patterns. He no longer wanted to go to play cards and forgot about the unclean.
And Kors, despite the pain, also felt good and quiet.
Chapter 6
Nik was tattooing Kors.
Does it hurt? He asked with genuine concern in his voice.
No, lied Kors. He felt pain, and Nik understood it, because they heard each others emotions and thoughts.
Kors buried his face in his folded hands again. He felt that Prince Arel, who until then, as usual, was lazily lying on the neighboring skin, moved closer to him. Feeling the breath on top of his head, Kors raised his head from his folded arms and looked up at the prince with a little questioning expression. He liked Arels beautiful face, covered in a thin layer of light gray paint, and his eyes outlined in black. Kors was used to seeing Arel as he was throughout his life: painted, with a gray face framed by long dark hair parted in the middle, and with crazy brown eyes that were naturally bright and additionally accentuated by black paint. Kors had long perceived this image of him quite naturally, and in those rare moments when Arels face was clean, he, on the contrary, seemed to him somehow alien, unusual and unnatural.
Arel brought his blackened lips closer to Kors face and kissed him, as if comforting. Kors immediately responded to the kiss, feeling a pleasant warmth inside his abdomen and the way Arels lips differed from Niks: they were not so plump, a little hard because of the paint layer, without rings that always rattled on Kors teeth when he kissed Nik. Arel pressed his lips to Kors, thrusting his tongue into his parted mouth. They began to kiss, and Arel hugged Kors head with his arms.
Arel, Vitor, well, youre bothering me, said Nik. At the same time, his voice was gentle. Vitor, your ass is now covered with goosebumps, Nik laughed quietly and shortly.
Kors and Arel broke the kiss with obvious regret, but not for long, because Arel continued to lie nearby, and they looked at each other the way loving people look. Kors involuntarily thought about how many circles of hell the prince went through before he found his Gift and the Demon considered the training completed. Or has the Demon not finished yet and has restored Arel, just to give him a little respite?
What strength of mind does one need to have to withstand all that has happened to you, my poor prince? Thought Kors, looking at Arels calm and unburdened face.
You, too, are like a son to me, I love you very much, and, probably, I have always loved you, even when I drove you away. Nik is my son, but I am your father too. There are three of us, and we will be together, because this unity is our strength. Unable to resist, Kors again reached for Arel, and he immediately responded.
Are you doing it again?! Stop crawling back and forth, Vitor! You said you wanted me to tattoo you, and now you cant lie still! Nik was indignant.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Kors answered hastily, stepping back from the prince.
Arel sighed, and, taking himself by his cock, rubbed it back and forth a little, thus trying to relieve tension. Kors, seeing how Arel, moving his hand, completely bared the head of his cock, then closed it with his foreskin, involuntarily breathed heavily and swallowed.
He tried not to look at Arel in order to stop, as Nik put it, crawling back and forth.
Vitor, stop imagining my cock, Nik said after a while, you do it uh so diligently that it is standing now before my eyes. Stop thinking all sorts of bullshit, my cock is okay and I can jerk off like Arel.
No you cant! Objected Kors. Arel moves his foreskin up and down as he wants, and you, Nik, circumcised yourself.
Not much, Nik replied.
I know perfectly well how you can jerk off. I have done this to you a hundred times and I know that it is impossible to close the head of your cock with the foreskin completely, it is missing, and this is inconvenient. You have to wet your hand with saliva for better glide.
Youre just getting excited again because of talking, Nik chuckled, you love to talk about all this and jerk off your brain.
Jerk off my brain?
Well, yes. Arel jerks off his cock with his hand, and you jerk off your brain with words. All the time you think only about who has which cock, and all your thoughts dont break away from this.
They do break away! Shouted Kors.
No further than the length of the cock. A-ha Dont worry so much about mine, mm what did you think now? Shamefully naked head, aha-ha
It gets hurt by this!
No, Nik disagreed.
It rubs against everything!
It touches everything, right? Without your permission? Ha-ha Okay, now, when I have the ring threaded, it first rubs against everything; the ring protects my flesh.
You shouldnt have done that, Kors remarked regretfully.
It wasn't my will, Nik replied. Its just tradition.
It amazes me that you didnt cripple and circumcise Arel in the same way in your Limit for the sake of your wild traditions, said Kors.
Nik looked at handsome Arel:
Hes a true black, prince of royal blood. It is impossible to distort too much the body given by the forefathers and created in their image.
Glory to the forefathers for this law, Kors remarked with relief.
Yes, you are too beautiful to want to change something in you. Tall stature, beauty, longevity, black soul
Were perfect, Kors agreed with a smile.
Nik fell silent, returning to work, but after a while he laughed again:
Enough already!
Kors cheeks flushed. Fortunately, Nik didnt see this, but he continued to catch his thoughts.
Why are you laughing? Shouted Kors. You say that I am bothering you, but you yourself are shaking no worse than me. Now it looks like I will have a crooked tattoo like your slave!
Like which slave?
Like Claire Remember, you twisted her lips in red crookedly. Yes, Nik, you are a so-so master.
Ah-ah, Claire, ah-ha
Nik, thats enough!
Then stop imagining my cock, Nik smiled, you do it very funny, you compare cocks just like the height of each and every one. You see, Im shorter than you, and my cock is no way smaller
Nik!
You miss Lis thats with whom you endlessly happily measure your cocks.
I dont measure cocks! All the more so happily!
Dont twitch! Nik continued to have fun. Well, should I stick a dildo in you so that you lie calmly and be afraid to move?
Do you have a dildo? Kors asked with some dismay.
I will order Verniy, he will find, Nik bent down to Kors and gently kissed him on the tailbone.
Ah, ah Nik, stop, I'm starting to want you Kors barely kept his composure. You tickle me with your hair.
Sorry, Nik replied tenderly and stopped distracting Kors and distracted himself.
I called Parky, Nik said after a while.
Why? For him to bring a dildo for me?! Kors froze.
No, he will bring some weed. Have you been waiting for a dildo? Nik laughed, and Arel, who was smoking at that time, laughed too.
Yes, of course, it was exactly what I was waiting for! Answered Kors indignantly.
Yes, of course, it was exactly what I was waiting for! Answered Kors indignantly.
Prince Arel, smiling, handed him a half-smoked cigarette, and Kors immediately took it.
Parky entered their tent, but Kors didnt change his posture, still continuing to lie on the skin and not at all embarrassed that his captain sees his commander lying with his bare ass up. Nik, meanwhile, continued to tattoo him.
Commander, can I take Tyutya? Parky asked.
He squatted down next to Kors, laid the box of weed on his skins, and bared his teeth in a smile, displaying his iron crowns. He was actually very funny, this unclean one.
Take what? Not understanding, asked Kors, slightly lifting his head from his folded hands.
Well, Tyutya, red slave girl, said Parky.
And Kors laughed: Parks, dont speak black! I cant hear you lisping, its very funny!
Vitor, dont shiver! Youre bothering me! Nik shouted for the umpteenth time.
What can I do if he makes me laugh!
And he is not lisping, Vitor, you just think so, tried to explain Nik, he just tries to speak softly. You keep jerking me that I insert everywhere, how are they called these consonants. So he just tries not to insert them.
And youre right, thought Kors, I just remembered, when I first heard you speak, I also thought that you were lisping, as if you had not even half your teeth.
I just tried to pronounce the words softer, to speak your language like you, said Nik, and you immediately began to make fun and humiliate me. You asked if my teeth were in place. Do you remember? And then I just recently inserted these beautiful teeth, you couldnt help but notice that my teeth were all right
Give me my jacket, Parky, Kors said quickly, trying to ignore Nik and clearly not wanting to continue the conversation with him.
Parky handed Kors his jacket, and Kors, taking out the key from there, handed it to the unclean one:
Here you go. Valentine will open the cart for you, unfasten her hands and take her, just dont give her to anyone else. If you want, give Adrian to others, but not Tyutya!
Okay, commander. Thank you! And joyful Parky literally ran out of the tent.
Tyutya Kors repeated, shaking his head, and all three laughed again.
There was very little to go to the Fort.
That evening they sat by the fire with the unclean ones. After the capture of the Ore Town, many unclean warriors painted themselves with black and red dyes, thus demonstrating their status as victors. These patterns, combined with their favorite piercings, made their face-muzzles even creepier, but Kors during this time became more or less accustomed to such wild notions of beauty and masculinity.
Kors took off the mask from his Nik, and, not at all caring about how it looked and what the unclean commanders would think, casually fed his son the way he loved, giving him pieces of food from his hands.
After supper, one of the unclean ones began to sing a song, while the others began to sing along with him in the chorus:
I wandered in different countries,
My marmot was with me,
And I was cheerful, and I was happy,
My marmot was with me!
And always mine, and everywhere mine,
My marmot was with me,
And always mine, and everywhere mine,
My marmot was with me.
The unclean ones smiled, revealing impressive fangs, and stared with interest at Kors, who was sitting near the fire and hugging his Nik tightly, kissing him every minute on the top of his head. Kors noticed their looks and smiles, it seemed to him that many literally choked with laughter, barely restraining themselves.
Hey? Why are you so happy?
Just so. Good song, commander, answered one of the unclean. The fangs on his lower jaw were so long that they protruded from his mouth, making him look like a boar. Others began to grin even harder.
Kors even thought it somehow disrespectful they seemed to sneer at him. He snorted in displeasure, pushing Nik slightly away from him:
Pfff, I, apparently, am too noble to experience such unclouded joy from this stupid song of the poor.
And Nik looked at him with a sly and slightly sly gleam in his eyes, smiling. Why are you so happy, after all! Kors couldnt resist.
They all laughed.
Its okay, Vitor, said Nik and pressed closer to him.
A red slave was sitting by the fire next to Parky. She was without a bag on her head, her dress was torn, and her long auburn slightly curly hair was disheveled. A steel bracelet with a chain was fastened on the wrist of her left hand, and the opposite end of the chain was fastened to the belt at Parkys belt. But the girl didnt look as intimidated and hunted as before. Tyutya watched as Parky drank cup after cup of unclean moonshine, and her expression was more displeased than frightened. At some point, seeing that Parky was already drunk thoroughly, but continued to drink, despite the fact that his movements became confused, the girl suddenly pulled the cup out of his hand and angrily threw its contents into the fire. At the same time, in response to Parkys surprised look, the girl sharply ran the edge of her palm down her throat, clearly making it clear that she was sick of it all. Stunned, Parky froze, and Kors, seeing this slaves attack, literally choked on wine and laughed sincerely:
A-ha-ha, Parky, shes commanding you!
Tyutya said Parky in complete confusion, Tyutya, what are you doing?
But he didnt look angry and didnt hit her, although everyone sitting around made fun of him, laughing at him and the wayward slave. The girl, not at all frightened, defiantly turned away from the unclean, and her face was still the same displeased.
She doesnt like that you drink so much, Kors said, and shes right, youve already had enough. Do you have a wife, Parky?
No.
Well, now youll understand what its like to have a wife, Kors laughed, everyone knows that the reds have a bad temper, they are aggressive, and now the red Tyutya will show you the heat!
No, Parky protested.
Yes, Parky, yes, Kors continued to laugh, they are completely unpredictable, maybe thats why men began to restrict them so. All blacks have known this for a long time, and red women are never married. No black man has a red wife. And you have fallen in love, right?
I like her.
Do you know the story about the red girl named Iridia?
No.
A guy planned to marry her, but the girl didnt want to. When her fiancé came, she asked him: :Why do you want to marry me and thereby give me so much grief and sadness? He replied: Truly, when I see you, Iridia, I become all like a fiery one! She asked: What is it about me that attracts you so much? And he, as expected, politely replied, (though not what he really thought), he said: I am seduced by your beautiful eyes! Hearing such an answer, the girl immediately grabbed the candle from the candlestick and gouged out both of her eyes.
The unclean ones who listened to the story froze. Seeing that his story had an effect, Kors grinned contentedly.
Those are the reds, so be careful, Parky.
Parky turned away. He didnt drink any more, took out a small piece of wood and a knife from his pocket, and began scraping over the piece of wood with the blade. After a while, he handed the girl a bird carved out of wood. The toy was rude, but the fact that it was a bird could be guessed without a doubt. It had a small beak and a rounded plump body with a small forked tail. Parky handed the bird to the slave, and she took it, squeezed the round bird in her fist and smiled happily. Realizing that Tyutya was no longer angry with him, Parky happily grabbed the girl in his arms and hugged her. So they sat, she squeezing a wooden bird, and he squeezing her.