“Don’t cling to words. How did she deserve this treatment?!”
“That’s none of your business!”
“Explain to me? I know that she has not great character, perhaps I will find at least some excuse for your act.”
“The last thing for me is to complain to you! This is ridiculous.”
Karina ran into the room:
“Father, leave him alone!”
“He beats you, and you protect him!”
“That's my fault!”
“What have you done? He doesn’t speak. He covers you. I hope this is something really awful, otherwise I see no excuse.”
“I sucked with Nija.”
Kors shook his head, trying to understand her phrase:
“W-w-what were you doing?”
“I kissed with Nija! We congratulated each other on the victory, somehow wrong…”
“Nija?” Said Kors in confusion.
“Reconnaissance commander.”
“Is this the one with the least number of soldiers in the squad? And on the head instead of hair tangled long sticks? But, he's unclean!”
“So what?!”
“Are you out of your mind?!”
Kors looked at Lis, who, as usual, made a contemptuous displeased face, his trademark mask.
“And…” Kors seemed to gather his strength. “Well, why did you choose the poorest? After the storming of the Fort, he had no soldiers left. I would choose this one… how is he… Tazh. Oh, yes, he already has a boyfriend. Well, then Zaf, whoever has enough warriors left, and such precious stones in his nose. It is immediately obvious that he is rich. Why did you choose the most worthless?”
“Father, leave me alone,” Karina said, and her voice was icy.
“You know what,” said Kors, “you really are worth each other!”
He left, slamming the door loudly.
He returned to Nikto.
“She says she kissed one of your unclean ones. Have you fucked her all up here? My daughter is a whore and Alis is an idiot.”
“I told you not to touch them.”
“But I didn't even imagine…” Kors was depressed. “She's the same as you. She is drunk now or on drugs, or she, as you say, is dull. Did she sleep with you? And with the prince? How could Alis agree to marry her! And I also demanded,” Kors chuckled, “as if she was a decent girl. And she is a drug addict and a slut who sucks, as she put it, with unclean ones. She said it so calmly in front of him. Your Lis is probably just crazy. Although his mother was the same, apparently he got used to it.”
“Stop it, Kors! Karina is a warrior and a very nice girl. You should be proud of her! We all love each other very much, we are one loving family!”
“And they will stay together after this?”
“Well, of course! Don't worry, Lis won't disgrace your daughter, he won't kick her out.”
“And I would have kicked her out!”
Karina and Lis stayed in the room together.
“Why did you tell him? You disgraced me!”
“Fuck him!” Said Karina. “Forgive me.”
“Everyone has already understood that I am used to endured. And now your father too.”
“Well, send me then to hell, if their opinion is important to you! I'll leave, and everyone will say that you are cool!”
“And… will you leave?”
“Yes!”
“I cannot drive you away!”
“Why? I shame you. Drive me away, restore your honor in front of them, and I will go and throw myself off the wall!”
“You have lost your mind!” Lis grabbed her. “I love you! I don't give a fuck about their opinion!”
He pulled her to him, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her greedily, but at the same time without making any sudden movements, Karina went limp in his arms, feeling how tightly he squeezed her, for sure bruises would remain from his fingers again, well, let it be! The sensation of his forked tongue alone drove her crazy, making her gasp in a pre-orgasmic state.
He pulled back:
“Well? Is it better with me? Or with Nija?”
“Stop it! You are welcome! Stop it, you're the best!”
“My tongue is crippled, but his is normal,” Lis sat down on the bed, he looked very sad now, depressed, somehow discouraged. On very rare occasions, she saw him like this. Lis who didn’t build anything of himself. Lis without his eternal mask of cynical indifference, his usual impudent coolness. And these moments of his vulnerability, defenselessness frightened her and at the same time covered her with a wave of indescribable tenderness. Even she rarely saw such real Lis, the protective expression on his face was so familiar to him. It didn’t change, no matter what happened to him. Poor Lis, always hiding behind the insolent grin of a slightly raised contemptuous corner of his lips. And now he was so discouraged, unsettled by her act, that he even got lost.
“Don’t say that. You are the best!”
He grimaced, regaining control of the situation. He slightly poked the tip of the forked tongue out of his mouth and moved separately, first with one part, and then with the other:
“Do you like it?”
“Stop doing that!” She screamed in despair, and he grinned bitterly and evilly. Karina rushed to him, hugging, kissing, rolling him backwards. He immediately turned her over to be on top. In fact, Kors found the last educational surge of Lis, and before that, taking her away from the square, he dragged her around in the corridor, just without extra eyes and witnesses.
Lis pulled back and looked at her thoughtfully:
“Should I break your face, or something…”
“No, no, please forgive me,” Karina, scared, twitched under him, trying to slip out, but Lis only squeezed her harder.
“It’s all going to end badly,” he said very seriously. “I’m barely holding back so as not to cripple you, do you understand that?”
“Yes. Yes. My beloved…”
“Shut up,” he again dug into her mouth with his lips, Karina responded to the kiss with all passion, inside without relaxing, realizing that he had not yet completely calmed down and that she still would get it, and he had not finished and can beat and fuck her now long. If only he didn't touch her face, as he always did, he didn't spoil her beautiful face. And as if confirming her fears, or rather, she simply already knew him too well, he, without stopping kissing her, briefly punched his fist below and slightly on the side of her abdomen, forcing her to twitch under him and feeling this jerk of her lips, the way she twitched into kiss, trying to open it, Lis didn’t let her go. She didn't resist anymore, and only then he pulled back. Karina hugged him, hugging him lovingly, looking at his face covered with thin, barely visible streaks of scars. He looked at her too, and now there was no more confusion in his gaze. Slightly moving down, he began to kiss her neck, which in the past, when his teeth were still sharply filed, he ruined, leaving marks forever. The fox began to undress her, he no longer hit, and Karina relaxed a little. He kissed, going down lower and lower, chest, stomach, and Karina realized what he wanted to do, and froze with fear and delight at the same time, that was the best!
Although Kors returned to the festive table, his mood was no longer festive. Drunk Anya, throwing her crossed legs on the table, leaned back strongly in her chair and fell backwards with a crash. Everyone started laughing, but Kors didn't even smile.
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