The days leading up to my departure went by at breakneck speed. It seemed that if there were not twenty-four hours in a day, but all forty, I would not have enough of them. In a pile of cases that needed to be completed, I rarely remembered Leah, which could not but rejoice. Even when Martha informed me that they were going to update the girl’s wardrobe, I didn’t really mind, only casually dropped that I wanted to do it with her in Krasnoyarsk. Although their decision was even better.Only now the amount that was displayed on the phone screen, which had to be paid, puzzled me a little: what was it that I had to buy? But it would be better not to call: they were both drunk, I didn’t even recognize Leah’s indignant voice over the speakerphone.On the other hand, in the future, it will be possible to play on this: you never know if a situation will arise where it will be necessary to remind her how much she can spend while intoxicated and how to behave inappropriately. Having silently pa
When we drove up in a taxi to the hotel in Novosibirsk, exhausted, I already followed Maxim on the machine, rolling my suitcase behind me on wheels, he carried the second suitcase and his bag himself. Having taken the elevator to the fifth floor, we went to the room, where I froze in a stupor:- Is this my number or yours?- This is our number, Leah.- AND…- We are actually husband and wife, - turning away, he walked on. Having trampled at the entrance, she followed him into the room, where there was a sofa, a table, a couple of armchairs. Putting down her suitcase, she went into the second room, where there was one, but a wide bed with white swans made of towels. I have seen many of these in magazines. Stopping at the bedroom door, she shivered, hugging her shoulders.Yes, it seems that we really are husband and wife, but only on paper! And I was not ready for such a radical development of events, at least not yet.Leah, relax.Turning around, I saw that Maxim, having opened his bag
I didn’t so much need to go to the restroom as I wanted to put my feelings and thoughts in order and be alone for at least a few minutes.Refreshed, I returned back in a more or less balanced state with a calmed heart rhythm, which broke into a gallop as soon as I realized how I slept. Maxim was already sitting, reading something on his tablet, and I followed his example - spending the time before landing, reading the same boring detective story.The time between landing in Vladivostok and departure to Tokyo flew by so quickly that we barely had time to eat in one of the airport cafes, as we were already running to board the plane. Maxim, having taken out a tablet, sat buried in it the whole flight, only a few times was distracted by a passing stewardess and asked me if I wanted to eat, coffee, tea and fill out some papers, which I also gave to the stewardess.Periodically throwing glances at him, I tried to talk to him, fortunately, and the topic was suitable: after all, he did not h
With my experiences, I fell asleep so soundly that I did not hear when he came, and when he left too. While I was thinking sadly and putting dirty things in a bag, my stomach began to growl, of course, the last time I ate at the airport, before flying to Tokyo!I decided to go to that cafe that I saw from the attic yesterday, there must be something edible there? I put on beige tapered trousers with ruffles, pulled on a silver top, prepared a cropped jacket and high-heeled shoes, I found my purse and began to rummage through it in search of a passport.Not finding what she was looking for, she shook out the contents on the sofa in the living room and only then, with a distressed groan, flopped into an armchair - the passport, in the cover of which I put my bank plastic card, remained with Maxim. He took it back in Vladivostok, and before landing he put it together with his documents in his case.I transferred the money into dollars, and they were all on the card, but there was no cash
I talked about myself a little, I was not used to talking about myself openly. But he, having asked a couple of questions and seeing that I was choosing words, did not ask me about my life. And about coming here, she said that she also came with a friend because of the instability of her gift, and now I'm waiting for a call. It was amazingly easy to communicate with him! Having installed on my phone the same application as his, we talked, each spoke the words into his phone, and for my convenience he chose the female voice of the translator.For all the time I never even thought about Maxim, and at the moment when I was saying another phrase for Andres and the phone rang, I almost dropped it in surprise. Andres, looking at my face, burst out laughing, at that moment I pressed the button to accept the call, myself infected by his laughter, chuckling answered:- Hello. I'm listening.A few seconds of silence, ... I calmed down, and looked at the number of the caller. Not known. And yet
The alarm clock alerted me with a weak vibration signal about the beginning of a new day. It's half past seven, I'll just have time to get dressed quickly and leave before Maxim wakes up! She threw on a dressing gown and slipped into the attic, where she quietly washed herself with mineral water from a bottle taken in the mini-bar, over a tub with a tree, and also quietly slipped back. I was careful not to go through the bedroom to the bathroom, and even turn on the water there.I got dressed, tied my hair in a high ponytail, inserted colored lenses that hide the natural amber color of my eyes and even applied makeup, today I wanted to look attractive. I put on ballet flats - I planned to walk and walk a lot today in order to have time to see as much as possible - and slipped out of the room. Only when I went outside and turned onto the road in the direction of that very bench, I dialed Andres' number and realized that it would not work to talk to him, again everything rests on ignora
The morning for me began rather unusually, I would even say stunned. This time it was not the alarm clock that woke me up, but a delicate knock on the office door. Maxim's voice came from behind the door:- Leah?- Mmm, huh? I lifted my head from the pillow, not fully awake yet.- Can I come in?"Yes," she repeated in a slightly hoarse voice from sleep.He opened the door at the moment when I, throwing back my hair, tried to make out with my fingers the crow's nest that was on my head, and was so carried away by the process that I did not even immediately notice that Maxim had been silently watching me for some time. I threw a puzzled look at him, colliding with him, burning, with undisguised thirst, examining me.- Maksim? - voice increasingly same me betrayed me and slightly faltered.As if throwing off an obsession, he blinked and answered hoarsely:- I need to leave, that's why I woke you up, but I think I'll be back by nine. If I don't make it, we'll meet at the office. The car w
Maxim slowly ran his thumb over his lips, and I was already waiting for him to lean in and kiss, but swallowing, he continued in a low voice:- And if they helped, then it turns out that you deserve it, you deserve trust. Alina and Alex were drawn to you, and I wondered why they ran to you every evening. I sometimes watched you from the side ...- Observed? She looked at him in surprise. He chuckled, but kind of softly.- Yeah, just imagine. Several times I saw you fooling around behind your house. And only then I realized when I joined your company: it’s very comfortable and calm with you, you attract me like the sun and warm me with your warmth. And if our beasts, as you think, really pushed us towards each other, it would have happened sooner, Leah. From the very first sight. Usually the rest of the werewolves do this: as soon as they smell a couple, they are drawn to each other. But we don’t have that situation: your artifact blocks the smell, that’s why there was no recognition,
Peak, peak, peak ... I heard through a dream and sharply opened my eyes. The room was illuminated by moonlight. Maxim turned off the alarm, turned to me and touched his lips intending to kiss, but I rested my palms on his chest.- Leah? He looked at me with a slight frown.- Don't, - she averted her eyes in embarrassment, but finished: - I didn't brush my teeth and I, well, you understand ... - and I didn't expect to hear laughter at all.- My girl, you never cease to amaze me, - smiling, he said to me, and leaning sharply, captured my lips, - It's time to get up, a car will come for us soon, - speaking, he got up, stretched, not at all embarrassed by his nakedness. I again stared at him, - Go to the shower, I'll wait.She briskly jumped up and ran to take water procedures, surprised: she had slept quite a bit, but there was no drowsiness and fatigue, and even her appetite woke up.While Maxim was taking a shower, I got dressed. It took him less than five minutes to get ready. We even
Only when my palm, clasping his cock at the base, stroked it up, he closed his eyes, exhaling hoarsely, grabbed my chest, lightly stroking the nipple with his fingers, to which I exhaled raggedly. I really liked the feeling of tender, velvety skin under my fingers, a little clasping his hard nature with my palm, leading him up and hearing a quiet moan, feeling how he pushes his hips to meet my movements, while looking into his face and enjoying the emotions reflected on him. Until his hand went down.With one sharp movement, he pulled my shorts down to my knees, slightly hurting me with this movement, I already wanted to protest, as his palm lay on my pubis, stroking the top with his fingers. Thoughts fled, and I involuntarily squeezed my hand on his cock, from which he, moaning, at once smeared in a rough caress on my already wet folds, touching the focus of my pleasure.With a groan, she leaned her hips towards him. If before that I was afraid of what might happen, now fear beat in
But I would like to tell you everything that happened. It seems to me, - I hesitated a little, but after an encouraging, supportive shrug of the palm held by Maxim, I continued more boldly: - For some reason I am sure: that you just need to tell.The priest smiled warmly.- I'm glad that I was able to earn the trust.Looking at Maxim, she gathered her courage and began to tell, once again plunging into not the most pleasant memories. Trying not to miss a single detail. As soon as I started, I was even a little confused when Maxim got up, jerked closer, lifting me up, sat in an armchair, sitting me on his knees and hugging me. Shiknuv embarrassedly at him, she heard his voice at the top of her head: “Go on,” she turned to the priest, who was sitting with a face as if nothing had happened, stammering, continued to tell. As soon as I finished, there was silence in the office, broken only by muffled sounds from outside the window.- I have to thank you, Wallia, - the priest somehow tiredl
Shuffling, it became uncomfortable from the presence of outsiders in the ward, she quietly answered:- Hello. Everything is fine. The doctor came and I think he was also pleased with the examination.“Good,” he exhaled and, straightening up, approached and greeted the men, who calmly reacted to the fact that they were made to wait. Standing next to the window, Maxim folded his arms across his chest, showing with all his appearance that if anyone even looked askance at me, he would rush to the defense. With difficulty tearing my eyes away from him and trying to breathe deeper in order to calm my heart jumping joyfully from such care, I looked at the priest.- I'm glad to see you, and if I may, I would like to start with gratitude, - she began the conversation herself. And then they sit, look silently, it is not clear how long it would last! - Ulziy, thank you very much! - specially did not begin to thank the second man.As soon as they entered the ward, a small bell rang inside me, as
Awakening caused a sore throat: like sandpaper scraped off the inner layer, even breathing was painful! I was extremely thirsty. I tried to get up, but with horror I realized that I could not even move a finger. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t even really see anything - there was a cloudy veil before my eyes. I wanted to scream, but it wasn't a wheeze that came out of my throat, it was a hiss.From the fear that I remained an invalid, I began to tremble. And as if through a thick layer of cotton wool I heard a voice, but I could not make out the words and understand who it belongs to. Someone lifted me up, and I realized that they were trying to pour something down my throat.With difficulty, but I was able to take a few small sips of some terribly bitter tincture, from which my throat was scorched by a bright flash of pain, after which my consciousness turned off. I don’t know how many times I came to my senses like this, but each time I felt a little better.In one of the awakenings
We walked slowly along the tunnel, which goes downhill. The walls, the ceiling here were covered with dense fabric, there was a carpet underfoot, so the priest carried a lantern, a large candle in which was covered with glass, as I understood these were some fire safety measures, although they seemed to me rather meager. Do not bring the Creators here to accidentally set fire to something: a fire will immediately break out! And you can’t hide anywhere: the tunnel was quite long, but without branches. Hugging my shoulders nervously, I still didn’t dare to express my concerns to him, I just walked, listening to the priest’s quiet voice:“The decoctions that I gave you are a collection of herbs that help open energy channels,” he explained, “an ointment that was rubbed in would help relax the muscles. You see, you are now, not only as an empty vessel, but also sealed.- But I somehow manifested a gift ...- Yes, apparently there is very little left, one might say at the bottom. But wheth
But then, when this crazy interview is over, I will be taken away for training and I won’t have to meet Maxim’s eyes, at least for a while. “Creator, what does he feel for me now? After all, it’s all disgusting, disgusting!” She shook herself: “Not now! Not to think! But he will have time to think about what he heard! Having somehow mastered herself, she went out and ran into Maxim.- Leah, - he tried to pull me to him, but I shook my head and pulled away.- It's all right, really. I need to finish the interview, - I went back with a decisive step, sat down on the carpet, waited until Maxim settled down next to me and there was silence. Without raising her eyes to the priest, she dropped:- Sorry, I accidentally delved, as you hope you understand, into not the brightest memories for me. Yes, you are right: I lost my virginity by force. At thirteen. It was an ordinary human man, - I dropped the words in the echoing silence of the cave, which was broken by the breathing of men, and I st
- Maxim, wait, why is there fabric everywhere?- Because the fabric absorbs sounds. At the same time, several werewolves go through the procedure of contacting the creators at once, each in their own sector, and sometimes these procedures are quite unpleasant, painful for someone, -This already alerted me and, pulling back, listened to him already with anxiety:"Are you saying it's painful or unpleasant?" Why?- Both painful and unpleasant, but working with a gift, correcting, correcting cannot pass like a holiday. Everyone decides for himself whether to go to the well or not, and only the priest can say what he can expect in this or that case. Again, only speculation. But after the interview, everyone is given time to consider whether he wants to go further or not. So do not be afraid: you will have the opportunity to refuse.Nodding, I asked more calmly:- You said something about doors.- Hmm, yes, the doors there also replace the original curtains. But before leaving you alone, t
We were taken to the airport by the same driver who had been taking us to the office and back all this time. It took an hour to go through all the pre-landing procedures, twenty minutes of waiting, and now we are already in the air, flying to the town of Yokkaichi. On the plane, she finally began to ask Maxim about his life: what he likes and what not. His passion shocked me: it turns out: he likes to do blacksmithing! And this is in our age!- And why blacksmith? And in general, how did you get addicted to him? - She looked at him in surprise.- Why? Don't know. You like to draw, don't you? - waited for my affirmative nod: - And why?- Well, - I hesitated, choosing words, - I just like it, it calms me, and then the very capture of a certain moment is a bit of magic for me. It doesn't matter what I draw: a portrait or a landscape.- I have the same. And I also like the end result of the work: it doesn't matter if it's a rose or an openwork fireplace grate, or just a horseshoe. Yes, an