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
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
A phone call woke me from my sleep. Glancing at the screen frowningly, I realized that I would not be able to sleep today.- Listen, - I answered, trying not to yawn into the phone.- Chief, the girl was found and now she is on her way.- Vlad, let's be specific.- The girl was found, talked, convinced that for security reasons she should be on the territory of our pack. They explained that this was also her mother's request.- Did you believe it?- For persuasiveness, they gave her a ring that was removed from her mother's body. They said that she left it in the agreed place so that her daughter would not have any doubts."Yeah, that's convincing," I chuckled.- They gave money for a ticket, promised to resolve all issues with the owner of her apartment and sent her to Krasnoyarsk.- Do you have an escort?- Chief, offend! Two with her in the car, two in the next.- When to expect?- She left this afternoon, so in a day and a half.Was she being followed?- Not for her, for us. These
Near one of the half-open doors, Alexey stopped and nodded towards the room:- Come on, sit down. After a couple of hours, lunch, someone will come in and take you to the dining room, - seeing how I opened my mouth to ask a question, raised my hand and continued: - You can’t be late! You can't refuse! All questions to Maximilian. All right, I went.The guy moved in my direction, went around me, awkwardly raised his leg, stepping over my suitcase, which I had been dragging myself all this time, and left, throwing in the end, already such a familiar, hostile look. For some reason, he constantly tried with all his might to show that he was not happy with me. She shrugged her shoulders: “I didn’t impose, they themselves offered help!”Entering the room and looking around, I realized that I really, really, like what I saw. Finishing in light green tones, in the center there is a wide bed, on the floor there is a soft, beige carpet. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows are slightly ajar, and a fre
I left the office and headed towards my room. Passing along the corridor past one of the open doors, she stopped and looked inside. The room was large: a huge carpet on the floor, several armchairs, a sofa and tables. Most likely it was the living room.My attention was drawn to the door, open to the terrace. She looked around, there was no one around. I crossed the room and stepped out into the air. Slowly walked along the terrace. It turned out that it completely goes around the house, and on the second floor there is the same single balcony.It was good here: climbing plants served as a fence, which were delicately hidden from casual glances, a fresh breeze blew over the face. I went downstairs and decided to look around, since I have to live here for a while.Immediately behind the house was a well-groomed garden. Trees were planted around. On the left side of the house there was an alley and through the trees, in the distance, some buildings could be seen. Slowly headed in that d
“My name is not Valeria, but Wallia. Valeria is for people,” she said and left, closing the door behind her."Wallia" - I rolled the name on the tongue - unusual. Naturally, I knew about it, but did not speak. Why escalate an already difficult relationship. Two days before her arrival, I was given a dossier on Wallia. Although the dossier is too loudly said: two sheets - her whole life. An interesting girl, inexplicably catchy, and I like to solve riddles.He opened the curtains and the door to the terrace wide, sat down in an armchair and wearily rubbed his temples. Recently, many problems had to be solved at the same time. He turned on the laptop, began to look through the financial statements and slammed his fist on the table in annoyance. At that moment, Alex entered the office.- What are you raging about?- Supplies for cognac failed, furs fell in price. What do we have there with pharmaceuticals?- We signed the contract, we got permission for production at the minimum consumer
Dinner was over for me. Maxim was not. Alina said that he urgently left on business. Alex, to my great joy, was also absent. Three of us sat at the table, and Alina and this Viola talked. By the way, she never spoke to me. Only Alina asked a few questions, I answered sparingly, and no one else distracted me from eating during dinner.Viola quickly finished the meal and, saying goodbye only to Alina! left on "very important matters". Now I understand Alina - the most unpleasant person. With her departure, it even somehow became easier to breathe.Alina dragged me to the second floor to her room, closed the doors tightly, and quietly informed me of her brother's order to think over the details of the legend for me. She thrust a notebook into my hands and made me write down all the nuances of their relatives, and now, according to legend, my connections.I was surprised by their surname - Ametrinovs, I became interested in its unusualness.Alina lay down on the bed and, resting her head
The next morning was filled with sounds. Someone was talking about something, a woman's laughter was heard, stretching, she looked at her watch - half past nine. She briskly jumped up - half an hour later breakfast, and I was still in bed.At two minutes to eight she entered the dining room. Alex was the only one at the table.- Oh, well, at least you've already arrived. Good morning! He stood up and pushed the chair next to him.Slightly taken aback by his courtesy, she said:-Kind.Alex took the teapot and decided to finish me off morally - he began to pour tea into my cup.- Vallia, I wanted to apologize, - it’s good that I didn’t have time to pick up a cup, I probably would have dropped it, - Max said that you were left alone in the house, and I was supposed to arrive yesterday, but ...At that moment, Maxim came into the dining room, looked at us, greeted us:- Good morning, - Viola swam after him (you can’t say otherwise), missing for two days, Viola nodded to Alex, still not no
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