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Andras was sincerely surprised that he fell into such an elementary trap. “ How could you not notice the witch circle?! - scolded himself. - As if for the first time a trap was set not on the floor, but on the ceiling! lamented the Grand Marquis. - No wonder women are called "witches" even those who do not have a witchcraft gift. They will confuse their heads without sending visions. All these tricks, seductive outfits, languid looks, smooth movements and sharp phrases that remain in memory for a long time . Namely, in this witch, who stood opposite, everything that Andras was thinking about was combined. He could have sworn he had never met a dozen of such women in his life. Witch. Goldilocks. Intoxicating with her mere presence. The embodiment of a cocktail of femininity and pride.Forgetting himself, the Grand Marquis leaned forward and was able to take a step. Without thinking about how he escaped from the witching circle, succumbed to the impulse and dug into the plump lips of th
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- Get undressed! commanded Ingelda the Soulless, only after listening to her granddaughter's vague story.- Granny!"Quick, I said!" — Demanding firm tone did not fit in with the appearance of the witch. Young, graceful, with flax-colored hair and young green eyes framed by dark, fluffy eyelashes. “Well, why are you snapping your beak, Pascal, undress her quickly!”- No, I'm on my own. I just don't understand why.Ingelda grabbed the zipper of her dress and pulled it down.“If he put his seal on you, and the Grand Marquis did, I’m sure…”How's the print? Melissa felt like slapping her forehead.Deftly slipping her dress from her shoulders, she dropped the rag at her feet.“And what did I teach you two?!” Ingelda walked in circles around her granddaughter, looking at every inch of her skin.“I warned her that her idea would end badly,” Pascal taunted.“You should not have warned, not allowed!” exclaimed the old witch.“Just say the word across to you,” the familiar mumbled.— What are
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“This is not how I envisioned my first coven. Melissa looked at herself in front of the bathroom mirror. The reflection smiled wryly and reached out with trembling hands to the neck of the bloody shirt.The witch left the holiday as soon as she received the permission of the Supreme, but before that she had heard enough of the mockery of other witches and enjoyed the incessant chatter of the demon in her head. But Andras was tired of harassing her with stupid questions, or he was simply busy with something else, more useful, and now there was a pleasant silence in his head.“And I didn't imagine it that way. - The raven turned to the wall and answered absently, examining the ornament on the tile."Don't we know how perversely dreams come true," Melissa laughed.Her fingers nervously touched the marks left by the nails of the Supreme: on the forearms, collarbones, thighs and shins ... Dirty-burgundy streams of water descended over the stomach, legs and disappeared into the dark drain h
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- Lord. - The demon appeared right in front of Andras' feet, threw up his head and spoke: - The lady has been found! The lesser demon's throat gurgled with delight.- Great day. The Marquis broke into an anticipatory smile. “And it will be magnificent when my fingers close around her wrist.” Who found?“Furfur,” the demon gurgled.“What irony,” the demon chuckled.Tired of futile searches, the Grand Marquis went for a trick: he had to reveal to his brothers the news of finding a mate and wait for others to do all the work for him, Andras will only have to appear at the right time in the right place and pick up the ever-elusive soothsayer.Only in the face of a common danger, the demons unite, and the rest of the time their relationship can hardly be called friendly. Centuries-old lawsuits, mutual insults, conspiracies, encroachments, attempts - this is what any self-respecting demon must do throughout his life.Tired or do not want to participate in the eternal squabbles - you will be
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- Well. Melissa dropped her backpack at her feet and looked around.Andras's room was a study: shelving, armchairs, a fireplace, an ottoman, two desks, one littered with books, thick leather-bound albums, sheets of notes and empty packages of nuts, the second is clean, but with black marks on the surface."Don't you want everyone to see what a slob you are, Grand Marquis?" She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously.“The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.Putting aside the books, Mila sat down on one of the easy chairs, then sat on the second one, noting the comfort of the furniture. And with lust she looked at the ottoman:
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- Well. Melissa dropped her backpack at her feet and looked around.Andras's room was a study: shelving, armchairs, a fireplace, an ottoman, two desks, one littered with books, thick leather-bound albums, sheets of notes and empty packages of nuts, the second is clean, but with black marks on the surface."Don't you want everyone to see what a slob you are, Grand Marquis?" She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously.“The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.Putting aside the books, Mila sat down on one of the easy chairs, then sat on the second one, noting the comfort of the furniture. And with lust she looked at the ottoman:
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Andras loudly announced his return, slamming the door.Mar ran out of the living room and shook his finger:“Hush, hush, lady is working!” - he whispered, and holding an edifying thumbs up.“Before, I was not met like that,” said the owner of the dwelling.— Bes! he snapped indignantly. - You didn't mix anything up? I'm still the boss here!— Yes, lord. The shorty backed off. “But the lady is not in the mood. She strictly forbade her to be disturbed.“Now I’ll cheer her up,” the demon whispered menacingly and stepped onto the first step.Until recently, only he dared to be out of sorts in his own house. What now? And now suspicions began to creep in that the servants were less afraid of him, and more lazy.— Mistress! Shorty overtook the marquis, ran up the steps first, and in such a hurry that at the very top he stumbled and fell to his knees. Fussily he got up and flew up to the office, knocking three times, whispered:“The master has returned, mistress.“Hmm,” the demon drawled dis
Wolfs Right Epilogue
The inhabitants of Purgatory fed on the emotions of people who got here - sinners. They drove them like cattle, forcing them to atone for earthly sins, reveled in human pain, fear and despair.The unceasing rustle of wings was heard behind him, Andras confidently crossed the rocky terrain, driven by the thought of speedy revenge. “ No, I will feed on the witch first. - From this thought, he lost his stride and smiled predatoryly, imagining how Mila would ask for forgiveness. Definitely on my knees. Only on your knees! “And then I’ll close my fingers around her thin neck and…” He shuddered with excitement and anger.Andras lazily threw over his back:- Abomination, how long have I been with you? - and added a step, not waiting for an answer.— How should I know? the freak snorted. - It's neither day nor night. Only people. Only food.Squishing sounds and a heart-rending scream forced the demon to turn around, grimacing. Swollen to the size of a cow, the Abomination dug its thin, curved
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