- Tell me, Tem, if I told you I wasn't from America at all, but I lied because I couldn't tell the truth, would you be very offended? - lying on his lap, I used to drive my finger around his nipple while he was rubbing ointment on my stomach.
- You're still a fugitive from the African colony, aren't you?
- No. Scarier.
- Hmm, are you a Ravinsky clone?
- No," I laugh when he goes through his arms on the sides, tickling.
- In that case, I have nothing to be afraid of.
- And you won't be offended?
- Tell me what you are, little seducer.
- Omega - I look at him cautiously, trying to predict his actions. Artyom didn't say a word, he didn't iron his stomach anymore.
- What do you mean, passive?
- Omega.
- Like a receiver?
- No, no, omega! This is not the name of the one from below. It's my sex. In my world. Do you understand?
- You have to tell me everything, Stefan. But tomorrow, and now go to sleep.
- Yes, I will tell you everything, I promise. I love you.
- I know.
…
- Are you ready?! I'll take you now and you'll owe me a wish! - I shout, starting the engine.
- We'll see who's who. Don't swallow the dust!
When I showed my tongue, I snapped. Artyom gave me my personal Yamaha YZF-R3, which was flying, not driving. My swallow will not let me down.
I look in a side mirror, it lags only a little behind, it is necessary to add gas.
When I told him about everything, the theme did not show any emotions. Only the story about Hank made him shrivel. He didn't tell him about the heat, so let him be surprised at the right time.
At the end of my confession, he just sighed so hard and whispered in a heartfelt voice:
- You'll be begging for forgiveness for cheating for a week in bed.
Nobody was against it, especially me.
I needed to win the race. Otherwise, he would have to drink my blood. Why drag him to his world? And I'm in heat soon, and I have great plans in this regard. And I missed the Holy Spirit very much, I want to see it, to share it. That's why I didn't intend to yield to him. Today I will drink a glass in a salvo!
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- How are you gonna work it out? In-kind or kind? - Artem hummed, throwing his keys in his hand. He bypassed me... He bypassed me! I didn't even think I'd lose! What a cruel world!
- Give me a wish," he begged, stomping his feet out of despair.
- For nothing? No way.
- And what do you want?
- Look around you.
I looked back. There was a forest on the right and left because we raced to the city. The road was wide and there were few cars here, so we chose this way. But I still didn't understand what he wanted.
- Do you want me to pick up some mushrooms?
- Nope.
- Berries?
- You know what's good about outdoors? - he reached out and happily frowned.
He swallowed it and took a step back from it.
- Are you serious? In the woods?!
- Come here, rabbit, let's try to be closer to nature.
Of course, I got my wish, not the way I wanted it, but I got it. And sex in nature is very...useful.
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- You want me to drink this?
- Yes. You take it and just hop!
- With "hoop!" just sit on a twine. Its blood, I'm not going to drink it.
- And I cut my hand for you! And Holy, by the way, I drank at once!
- Ravinsky is a nutcase, you don't have to compare him.
- If you don't drink, you'll be alone here, and I'll leave! - shouted, pointing at the mirror.
- I will tie you to the bed," a very powerful threat sounded. Hell, I shouldn't have cut my hand in front of him, and then held out a glass of still-warm blood. Should I get him drunk? I drank without questions.
- Well, Timaaaa, what's the big deal? Do I know how much of your blood I drank? Nothing, it's delicious.
- You shouldn't have lived with the Holy One," Artem shook your head holding a glass of my blood. Or maybe...
- If you don't drink, it's a week without sex.
- You can't stand it.
- Okay! If you drink - I promise you such a service that you will be disconnected from the high!
- It's your prerogative. But I'm even wondering what you're going to do, that I'm going to shut down.
- Drink up and find out. I swear.
Artyom snapped and brought a glass to his lips.
- Your whole life wasn't enough to pay for my torment, Stefie.
I drank. Yay! All he had to do was tell him that we were connected to him forever. Well, I'll tell him sometime in between.
In the meantime, I'm coming up to the mirror I moved to Artyom's house, as well as the flowers of the Holy One, and I'm starting to read the transfer spell.
The portal just opened, I didn't even have time to get off my knees when I was blown away by the Holy One in one sheet.
- The Holy One?!
- Stefan?! Ristalov?!