Seeing off Inessa Rudolfovna, who was leaving them, Sergei again felt lonely and abandoned to the mercy of fate. He did not really want to be alone with his despotic wife. The doctor's visit helped him to some extent, but this help consisted only in switching attention and dubious moral support. He did not see a cardinal solution to his question. He does not know what they were whispering with Natalya. His thoughts about a possible upcoming conversation with her were disturbing: “Did Inessa Rudolfovna tell her something superfluous? Something she might not like. For example, about his complaints of beatings and forced oral sex.”But after the doctor left, he did not have to participate in an unpleasant conversation.As soon as the door slammed shut behind the doctor, Natalya took Sergei by the neck, threw him on the bed and, on the move, hastily taking off his underpants and shoving him with her knees, sat down on his face. His battered head got it again.Today, just like yesterday, N
Sergei stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. The image on the other side of the glass was somewhat similar to him, but Sergei did not recognize himself in it. The former self, as it was three days ago. She looked at him and seemed to be looking at her own reflection with a grin. The puffiness on his face had lessened and spread into pale yellow-blue shadows. The purple stains left by Natalya's mouth covered her neck. Somewhere among these spots, there was a place where Natalya kissed him before getting up from him. Today, after sex, she wasn't rude to him.No poking, no offensive words, no assignments. She just kissed him and went to that bathroom. And when she came out, almost affectionately, she suggested that Sergei take a shower."She liked it. Satisfied with sex. I don't know for how long?" - Silently asked Sergei emaciated reflection. “We need to sort ourselves out. She's blooming all over, and I look like shit. No wonder she treats me like that. I must like her. No matt
Second-year student of the Department of Regional Studies and International Relations, Moscow State University named after M.V. Lomonosov Alexei Danilko was the only child of wealthy parents and had everything that was considered good form among his peers: a top-end smartphone in the line; gaming PC; mid-range branded clothing and so on.A separate apartment for his future independent life was waiting for him to grow up, and his father, more than Alexei himself, was passionate about choosing a car for the only heir.Buying a car was scheduled for the end of January and timed to coincide with the grand closing session of the first semester. Alexey raved about his own car for two years, but shortly before buying it, he cooled off in his desire. The father, of course, noticed this and shared his thoughts with the boy's mother, and together they came to the conclusion that the child was emotionally burnt out during the waiting time. But neither parents, nor friends, not anyone else, could
How Aleksey survived another meeting with Natalya, I will tell a little later, in the same chapter, but for now we need to go back 28 days ago, to Sergey, left under the table, with Karina's legs in her mouth.After the departure of Marina and Karina, Natalya, who was well drunk, became noticeably lighter and was no longer angry at Sergey for wanting to wash off the makeup applied to him. In general, Natalia was very pleased with herself and how the reception went. She also praised Sergei and even complimented his beauty.Closer to the night, she ordered him to wash and brush his teeth after Karina's legs, in addition, she allowed him to drink two glasses of vodka to disinfect his mouth. Needless to say, her permission meant a binding order.After these evening procedures, Sergei was attracted to cunnilingus. This time, Natalya did not press his face while sitting on his head, but humanely gave him the opportunity to satisfy herself on her knees in front of her brightest person, loung
Monica Vardanovna Kardashian belonged to the category of so-called strong and independent women. And if such epithets used in relation to ladies often contain a fair amount of irony, then speaking of Monika Vardanovna they could be used without a shadow of hidden meaning.At 32, Monica was head of human resources at a car dealership. Monica got into the chair of the top-level manager not through the bed, but solely due to her business qualities, strategic mindset and a certain amount of luck, without which, as you know, not one, even the most purposeful and outstanding employee, will achieve significant success in moving up the career ladder .The exotic name of Monika Vardanovna corresponded to her bright Mediterranean appearance with large brown eyes, a well-shaped nose, a raised chin, dark skin and long dark hair. Her height was about 165 centimeters of an almost slender figure with arched calves. It was enough for Monika Vardanovna to hear the name and surname of any of the 653
On the same day, the order to transfer Sergei Nikolayevich Shpilin to the position of Human Resources Manager of the Human Resources Department was signed by the General Director of the company. But in the morning of the next day, the employee transferred to the central office did not appear at the new workplace. Monika Vardanovna reasonably suggested that the amazing young man could have messed up something and gone to his former place of work, but he was not there either.Finding out the reasons for the absence of Shpilina Monika Vardanovna decided to postpone until 10 am.- Hello, this is the head of the personnel management department, my name is Monika Vardanovna. I would like to speak with Sergei Nikolaevich. Who am I talking to, please?- Hello, Monika Vardanovna. You are talking to Sergei Nikolayevich's wife and Natalya Andreevna. He won't be able to come to work today. But tomorrow will definitely be.- I hope nothing serious happened?- He's a little sick. Reworked yesterday
Natalya slid down so low that she was almost lying in a chair. One of her legs, bent at the knee, broke out the armrest, and the other, like a heavy log, lay on Monika Vardanovna's back. Somewhere between her legs spread out in all directions was a head, paying her the debt of Sergey's boss. The very head of Monika Vardanovna was not visible, because she was under a black cloud of her tousled hair, which Natalya fluffed up, experiencing special pleasant sensations from their thick silkiness and wonderful smell.Natalia began to scream from the coming orgasm. Monika Vardanovna also screamed, but not from orgasm, but from panic caused by asphyxia. The screams she emitted remained in the womb, because her mouth was smeared into Natalya Andreevna's genitals.Finally, Natalya stopped pressing Monika Vardanovna's head on herself and relaxed her hands, which were tangled in her hair. With dull eyes, she watched the mop of hair between her legs stir. Freeing herself from her hands, Monika Var
Inessa Rudolfovna stood in front of the door of the apartment in which she had once been and that was seven years ago.There was not much chance of finding a person with whom it was very important for her to talk. But it was still worth trying. For a while, she listened to the sounds, hoping for signs that someone was at home. Finally she pressed the call button.After standing for exactly one minute, she rang again and decided not to wait any longer, stepped onto the stairs. When she was already down to the platform, there was a click of the lock. The door was opened by a 35-year-old brown-haired woman of very pleasant appearance, with a noble-beautiful face, long straight hair and bangs falling over her eyes. Judging by how strictly and elegantly she was dressed, she had recently arrived or was about to go out somewhere. - Hello, sorry for the trouble, - Inessa Rudolfovna began, - it may seem a little strange, but I would like to see the person who lived here seven years ago. You a
Lisa didn't answer my call. I woke up closer to dinner and immediately dialed my couple's number. I couldn't wait to see how she was doing. But she was silent. Minutes passed and I began to worry.- Toby, did you send the answer to the challenge? - A friend picked up the phone immediately.- Well, yes and what?- When?- What?- When, I say?- Calm down, what are you yelling at? Recently…- What the heck? Why recently, I ask you!!! - I almost yelled into the phone.“S-sorry,” Tobias began to stutter, “first he reported to the elders…- I'm your head! And it was an order! I don't need the approval of the elders! Do you want to go into exile?- Zark, I'm sorry, I didn't think a couple of hours mattered.- They have! And how!!!- Yes, what happened?The fox isn't answering!Tobias was silent for a couple of seconds.- Wait, maybe you're boiling in vain? Probably can't hear, put the phone away. Isn't it enough?- Get ready, we leave for the Southern clan.As soon as I pressed the end call
Lionella and Conrad, having lost their enemy, looked for a new target with their eyes. And there were several of them to choose from: the sanctifier, but it was possible to wait with him, he was exhausted and would not be able to attack right away, a pretty bored archer boy who again got involved in the battle against the non-human heretics he hated, and Vlad, unarmed, trying to negotiate .Ridiculous... What could he bargain for if he had nothing to offer? The mage chuckled. It is done. Wolf Ruby, here it is, warm, as if alive, responding to the slightest thought, to the slight movement of the fingers. And the power that he pours into the brain is more intoxicating than any fortified wine. Konrad felt the ability to slam all enemies with almost the power of thought, without hassle, without loss, with almost no effort. But he was aware that this was only self-deception, a side effect of a too strong magical artifact, which, of course, increases the powers of the sorcerer many times ov
They caught up with the guards the next morning. The battle ended quite recently, in some places on the grass and weapons, not completely clotted blood still glistened. Eleven bodies of varying degrees of preservation - from literally torn to pieces to killed by a neat, precise blow to the throat. Duffel bags are turned over, but all belongings are left right there. They were looking for something specific. You had to be an idiot not to guess what.-The pebble has changed hands, hasn't it? Armand looked questioningly at Alisande.She nodded and closed her eyes, concentrating for a couple of seconds.-Wolves move faster than people, we need to hurry.No one had any desire to replenish their stocks of provisions at the expense of loaves of bread scattered among the corpses. Cesare, who did not utter a word at the sight of the carnage, quickly collected all the arrows, including those that were sticking out of the corpses of several werewolves. In order to fit such a solid supply, the ar
This night, unlike the last, was calm. No hallucinatory mists appeared. During the day they managed to overcome the “right of way”, as Vlad aptly called the area of the dead forest. The oak forest lived an ordinary life: twigs crunched, leaves rustled in the breeze, crickets chirped, fireflies gathered on grass stems.Armand went on twirling everything that had happened this way and that in his brain. “Something I also start to run like a puppet. I don't like it. And to understand the intricacies of all the intrigues does not work. Here is this girl, for example. After all, I see that she is lying somewhere, or at least not telling. However, we immediately fell for her idea, like two males for a female in heat. Stop. And here is the answer. She just uses magic. Of course, I understand, beautiful, but not to the same extent as to completely lose my head. He refused to believe that ordinary hormones were to blame for everything. “On the other hand, until we figure out what kind of peb
Leroy caught himself on the fact that he no longer remembers how much a pillar costs and stares, almost forgetting to swallow his saliva. The woman clearly saw him in the mirror, but not only did not quit her business, but did not even blink an eye. As if every single day unfamiliar men in strange clothes fill up in her boudoir and freeze into wordless sculptures. Although ... if they had come in, they would certainly have done so. It became obvious that the hostess of the apartment was not going to somehow react to the uninvited guest.- Eee … - thoughtfully began Leroy. It seems that his vaunted eloquence betrayed him for the first time in many years. “And because of what? he wondered inwardly. “You might think I haven’t seen beautiful women!” And then he realized that he had seen something, but unimaginably long ago, in a past life - this inhospitable world did not deign to show him any of its beauties. There is no need to talk about something more than just a look. Armand looked a
This hall was not so grandiose in size. But most likely the main one in the temple. The room was filled with the sun, beating through the huge windows in the ceiling. After the dim glow of the sanctifier, all those who entered for a while closed their eyes. And as soon as the eyes got used, they froze in admiration, surprise, disbelief ... Twenty meters ahead, right in front of them, on a dais, he lay. Wolf Ruby. Even though no one present had seen the ancient artifact before or even read the descriptions of its appearance, everyone understood that it couldn't be anything else.The amulet did look like a gem, but natural rubies don't get that big. It was no smaller than a fist. Sparkling with bloody facets, throwing glare on the walls, floor and altar on which he lay. It made the whole room look reddish. The altar very clearly reminded Vlad of what he saw in his time in Conrad's room and explored in the basement under Lionella's shed. The same stone parallelepiped, with a ligature run
Vlad was at a loss what was stronger in him - curiosity, which only flared up even more from the proximity of the necessary information, or fear of the unknown, hostile magic and, to be sure, ghosts. People who previously did not believe in the supernatural, when faced with irrefutable evidence of its existence, experience much more shock and horror than those who have always been afraid of meeting ghosts, goblins or zombies. That is why Cesare felt most comfortable and confident of all of the trinity, for him the City of Ghosts, although it was an implausible legend all his life, in the end it was much easier for a local inhabitant to come to terms with its existence than for aliens "from a distant world".The stones that could be seen behind the trees really turned out to be ruins. It was not possible to determine the original appearance of the buildings from what was left: separate blocks and slabs, fragments of walls, usually not more than the first floor high, sticking out like b
They walked through the oak forest for the third day. From time to time they deviated to the side, but, having heard a mournful howl, they corrected the route. Somehow the responsibilities were assigned. Cesare and Vlad took turns shooting at the birds for food. In the best of times, the boy would have coped alone, but now, with a not quite capable left hand, it was inconvenient for him to pull the bowstring, the arrows quite often went “into the milk” and they had to be searched for a long time. Arman was cooking game on a fire lit by common efforts. The mercenary was slowly mastering the difficult art of using flint and flint. At night, they took turns standing on the clock. No one wondered why this was necessary, because there was no third-party danger, but it was more familiar and calmer.And oddly enough, there were no more conflicts. It is not clear why this happened, but although neither of the men had any special positive feelings towards the other two, nevertheless, quite sta
Cesare looked, to put it mildly, not in the best way, but to tell the truth, it was scary. A face with a huge bruise on the cheekbone, a trickle of blood caked under the nose. His shirt was in tatters, there was a shallow cut on his collarbone, and on his back there was a mark from a wolf's paw that had gone through with its claws. The matted hair almost covers the face. His hands are twisted behind his back, and a barely audible whisper escapes from his broken lips. At first, Vlad did not make out the words, and only listening, he realized that the boy, without ceasing to repeat prayers, reaches the end and starts again from the beginning, and so continuously."Cesare," he called cautiously.No effect. The archer didn't even look up, the mumbling didn't stop. Vlad slightly shook the boy by the shoulder and said louder:-Cesare!The young man tossed his head, looked so that goosebumps passed over the skin - so much pain and approaching madness shone in his eyes. The endless prayer sto