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Beria took the news with wild delight. Deya even at first was a little frightened by his twisted face with burning eyes, when the werewolf came to realization. He ruffled his hair with his hands, looking even more like a madman, and then suddenly rushed towards the girl, fell to his knees, carefully poking his head into her stomach, then kissed her through the fabric, frightening with heat. He placed both hands, incredulously and greedily absorbing the heat of her body, while the princess felt a pulling feeling in the lower abdomen. She looked into her husband's shining eyes and almost burst into tears. Beria's lips burned, as if he were sick, and such gratitude was seen in his eyes that Deya could not stand it: salty drops nevertheless fell, soaking into expensive silk.

After a while they lay on the bed. Deya, laying her head on Markat's chest, closing her eyes, listened to his rapid heartbeat and languished from the heat, but it was monstrously lazy to move away. Such bliss spread t