OLD KNOWNS A/N: This story takes place in Marán, a medieval world fictional story in which the stories "The Prince and the Knight" are also set, "The Duel", "Swords, Betrayals and Vampires (I and II)", "Mirror, Mirror", "Wet Encounters" and "The Fall of Marán (I and II)". Well, yes, I know they are many, but I recommend reading these stories first for a better understanding of the story. I. DREAMS Once upon a time there was a very large and prosperous kingdom, several years ago hundreds of years. The forests furrowed its surface, occasionally dotted with with some small lake. The mist covered the ancient trees that surrounded the wooden houses, at the foot of the old stone castle. Its people were poor and humble, dedicated mainly to agriculture, and they wanted and They appreciated their King, a just and kind person, who reigned wisely over all his subjects. But it happened that a dark entity hovered over the kingdom. A man of icy appearance who claimed to be descended from the royal lineage claimed the throne, claiming that it had belonged to him in the past and that it was right that returned to your hands. The language of threats gave way to the language of swords and armies clashed their weapons on the battlefield, and the Blood was spilled and covered the earth, as has happened so many other times and as It will happen so many other times until the end of time. But the gloomy being, despite having an immense host of mercenaries, was defeated by the army of knights of that brave kingdom. He swore revenge and the kingdom was decimated by a mysterious plague that It caused people to get sick and die. The streets were crowded with pale corpses without blood in their veins, too numerous to be buried, and He said that at night they rose to visit their fellow men and claim their precious essence. Well, as is known, blood is life. But five of the King's bravest knights They entered the lair of the being. Nothing is known about what happened there, since that when the only two survivors returned to the castle they refused to talk about what happened. It is said that, horrified by what they saw, those men founded a secret society to end threats supernatural powers that hovered over humans. They called themselves the Hunters. The wasting disease that devastated the kingdom ceased, but rumored that the dark being survived and managed to flee, swearing that, no matter As time passed, he would sit on the throne again. The throne of Maran... The last rays of the sun succumbed until they faded, while Lord Ythil felt the lethargy that had gripped his bones leave him. members. He rose shakily, his stiff tendons screaming in delight. pain, fighting not to break into a thousand pieces. Prey awaited him, holding his master's clothes. -Nightmares, my lord? -No, Dam. Memories. Lord Ythil remained thoughtful. for a few moments before starting to get dressed. Any news on the north? -The usual, my lord. The froslines continue to regroup, but It is unknown if they intend to advance on Maran or protect its borders. -We won't risk it. It has taken me more than five centuries to access the throne and I am not going to tolerate some infrabeings ruining everything. We will crush them. Anything else? -My lord... -Speak, Prey. -Magda has escaped again. -Damned rebellious girl... Well, we shouldn't worry As soon as he tastes human blood, he will be one of us, in body and soul. Don't look for her, Prey. She herself will come to me as soon as I accept what it has become. II. ALLEYS The two thieves tripped the boy, after a short chase. The alleys of the city of Risga were dark and They were completely deserted. Siri cursed himself for going into the slums without the protection of his father's servants. The adventure that what I was looking for could be truncated into something very unpleasant. Trying to contain the tears and with the greatest poise she could muster in her voice, Siri snapped at the bullies: -Enough! Leave me alone or else... -Or else what? One of the criminals responded with a voice mocking -My father... My father is the count of this region. If I you do something, you... -Whew... Did you hear that, Silenus? I think we have come across a good piece. -It seems so. It already seemed to me that his clothes were too expensive. How much do you think we can get out of his old man for this asshole? -If I were you, I would let him go right now. The two criminals turned at the same time towards the person who he had just spoken. It was a man holding the harness of an exhausted horse. Their clothes were tough and well worn, as if they had been subjected to a long journey. His face might have been quite attractive if not be because of her dirty hair, which fell carelessly over her shoulders and a unattended weeks-old beard that covered his face. He was not armed. The two bandits, seasoned in many street disputes, They looked into the man's deep eyes and backed away slowly, without stop watching him. His look indicated that he was a dangerous guy and that he was more prudent to avoid confrontation. As soon as they turned the corner, they put their feet in dust The newcomer extended a hand to the boy, to help him. to join. Siri hesitated before accepting it. -So you are Darten's son. Yes. You have a certain similar. -Do you know my father? There was a tone of disbelief in the boy's voice That man looked like a homeless man. -We were very friends many years ago, when we both went Knights of Marán. -Are you a gentleman? Siri was speechless. -Appearances can be deceiving, kid. The man stirred friendly the young man's hair. "Well, if you would be so kind as to take me Even him, he would be enormously grateful to you. -Ehhh, I... Yes, of course. After all you have saved my life life. My name is Siri, well, Syriac, but no one calls me that, except my father. Are you...? -Oicán is my name. III. REUNIONS Siri had observed in a discreet background the reunion between the stranger and Count Darten, his father, once They arrived at the mansion. For a moment he thought that his father would give him a sovereign beating for having run away from home and putting himself in danger, but he was surprised when his father hugged him, almost crying. He had been searching all day and was scared to death of him. Then he turned towards him man who accompanied him. The boy did not narrate how he had saved him from those bullies. Before that, both men merged into an effusive hug. Afterwards they had locked themselves in the bathroom room. Siri thought that stranger named Oicán urgently needed to clean himself and his father listen to his story. The boy was not a snooper, but he couldn't help but hit the ear to the nearby wall. The wall was quite thick, but he could hear snippets of the conversation. From what he could understand, that gentleman had been banished from the kingdom, for reasons that Siri never heard, and apparently had to reach the capital to rid the kingdom of a dark threat that the boy couldn't elucidate either. His father did not hesitate to invite him to that dinner night, despite having the presence of some envoys from the king. Oican He insisted on leaving immediately. His presence there, given that he was still banished, could put the count in a bind, but Darten insisted that stay there. He was his guest and not even the king could tell who he owed hospitality and to whom he didn't. When Oicán left the bathrooms, after an hour, almost bumped into Siri, who couldn't help but gape at the splendid figure of man. After the refreshing bath, he looked like a completely different person. different. His hair was clean, unlike the first time she saw him, and It fell straight and shiny to his shoulders, and his beard was carefully cut. His body was strong and athletic, like a weapon prepared and ready to be used. -Uauh. You're much better... I mean, I... Siri blushed. Without a doubt he was looking like a complete idiot. "I mean... I I wanted to thank you... for saving me... sir. Oicán smiled. Calm down, boy. Don't treat me like a lord feudal. It was a real pleasure to help you. The boy's eyes were fixed on the man's chest. man. His short hair could not hide a creepy scar that crossed his muscular torso. Oicán quickly covered himself with his camisole. Likewise, and without thick beard, another scar on his cheek was perfectly visible. Siri He looked away, nervous. Even though that man had saved his life, The boy was afraid of him. Lord, my father sends me to accompany you to the lounge. Dinner is about to start. Errr... Sir... Oicán turned around when he was about to leave. -Yeah, Siri? -If they hadn't fled... Those assailants, I mean... Yes They would have faced you... Would you have...? -Yeah. The food was going to be quite frugal, due to the rigors of the war. The count and two other diners were in the room, but the Oicán's face was petrified when he recognized one of them. He wore a tight dark doublet, like those worn by Maran's liaison soldiers. His hair was russet and his face smiled maliciously, indicating that he I had also recognized him. -So the rumors that placed you in this area were true, gentleman. Oicán frowned sullenly, while Count Darnet turned away. He addressed him with a raised eyebrow. -I was going to introduce you to Derro, his majesty's messenger Leopoldo, but it seems that you already knew each other. -Yes, I have already had the... "pleasure" of meeting... "Derro". Are you now the king's messenger, Presa? When I met you you were nothing more than a vulgar thief in the service of a monster. Presa laughed humorously. Oh, come on, we insult our kind host with past quarrels. I propose a truce, Oicán. After all, Now we have a common enemy: froslines. Old disagreements are not but water gone... -Disagreements?! Grudges?! Is that what you call what that Ythil's murderer did to...? Prey stopped smiling as she narrowed her eyes. Oicán se he bit his tongue. I was on dangerous ground. He was nominally banished of Maran. His mere presence there could cost him his life. Reluctantly, he gentleman sat at the table. -Okay, Dam. Peace... for the moment. -I would have liked to stay longer, but duty claims. Take the message I told you about, my lord count. "Derro" held out a envelope sealed with the seal of the royal house to Darnet before joining. -Aren't you staying for dinner? -You are very kind, my lord, but my presence is requested in palace It has been a pleasure. We will see each other again. He spoke those words while he fixed his gaze on Oicán. He then left the room. Darnet unrolled the parchment and read it silently. His face darkened. -It's bad news. The king orders me to gather all the garrison of the area, recruit a levy and go to the capital to swell the army. Everything indicates that a campaign against the froslines. -Excellent. "Said the young man who had been standing next to to the count from the beginning. He was blonde, with green eyes, and had very dark hair. short. His face was pleasant, although immersed in a permanent melancholic air. He was dressed in martial clothes and the sword at his belt indicated to Oicán that he was before another knight of the Order. Darnet introduced him to Oicán. -The gentleman to my right is Oswick. Has requested a stay in my abode for this night before continuing on his way to Marán. I think that you met his brother. His name was Talmer. Oicán shook the other gentleman's hand. He was strong. -Delighted, Knight Oswick. I had the honor of fighting alongside to your brother on more than one occasion. He was a very brave man. I'm sorry for your death in the battle of the North. Darnet spoke. It must have undoubtedly been a confrontation terrible. -That's right, sir. But it is a topic that I would like not to talk. Oicán sensed the reason. I had heard rumors about event and being one of the few survivors meant having fled of combat, one of the most shameful acts for a knight. Darnet spoke in conciliatory tone. -Calm down, gentleman. Nobody holds anything against you. He The king himself was one of the survivors. You have nothing to be ashamed of. -It was something horrible. Those barbarians were attacking us everywhere. May the gods forgive me, but the only thing I could do was throw my shield to the ground and flee. Only at the last moment did I realize what I was doing and I returned to help my classmates and my brother, but it was already too late. The fight was over. I slipped into the bushes snowy and I was able to contemplate a Dantesque scene. The queen of froslines, that one witch named Nereia, mercilessly beheaded my defenseless brother. I don't I will forget as long as I live. It was at that moment that I swore on my brother's soul that he would kill that woman or die trying. -A laudable task, Sir Oswick, but too dangerous. Yeah If it were me we would let the froslines rot in their tundras and their moors. I don't understand why we had to invade their wastelands long ago. so many centuries. -I thought like you before the battle, my lord Darnet, but, and with all due respect, you were not in that hell and you do not know what we are facing. The froslines are nothing but demented demons. They don't take prisoners. His law is kill or be killed. If we do not take severe measures, it will be our end. -Are you suggesting to finish them off? Exterminate them all? Oicán intervened. -I will not deny that I would like it, but it will not be necessary. Furthermore, and Seeing how they fought a few months ago, I'm not entirely sure of our victory. They are very dangerous fanatics. However, they have a weak point: his monarch. If we finished him off, in this case Nereia, the tribes would They would disperse and cease to be a threat. The froslines are beings fickle and inconstant. They achieved their victory by standing united against the knights The fall of their leader will mean that many of their clans and Tribes, devoid of leadership, would separate from the horde. -Do you intend to appear in front of her and challenge her to a duel? -No. She could beat me, even though she was a woman. I must make sure I finish it off. The promise to my brother was to end his murder by any method. Finish off that bloodthirsty beast will provide victory, and will save many lives, both human and froslines. Don't you agree? -That queen, Nereia, can be a fearsome adversary. Surely we would be better off without her, but I do not approve of your methods. -And our honor? The froslines exterminated an entire cavalry army, in which were numerous of our companions, including my brother Talmer. We must do everything possible to make them pay dear to those savages. Are you suggesting doing nothing? -No, but gathering an army to annihilate them is not the solution. We are leaving Marán unprotected. The elves seem calm for the moment, but a revolt could break out at any moment. Others kingdoms, like Tholia, could take advantage of our sudden weakness to invade us For now the froslines have not crossed the border. we should wait until you see their intentions, do not send army after army uselessly. -Exactly, and that is where I will intervene. Suppose that Nereia He wakes up with a dagger in his chest. The war would end before it began. Me I would like to have your collaboration. -I'm sorry but I don't think the ends justify the means. -You are a stupid moralist. You forget who the good guys are and who the bad ones. -The good ones? I guess if you asked Nereia, no I would agree that we gentlemen are "the good ones." Oswick looked at Oicán with contempt. I see that the life of My brother as well as that of so many others mean nothing to you. You don't know... You don't know... Oswick's voice cracked. A tear fell down her cheek. He continued in a hoarse voice. You don't know the hell I've lived in since then. Many nights I have nightmares. I see myself fleeing again, while my brother desperately asks for help. I reach out my hand towards him, but before I reach him, his head flies through the air, while that demon in the shape of a woman decapitates with a single blow. My brother's severed head fixes its eyes on me in a horrible way and then says a single word. "Coward". Oicán remained silent. For a moment he wanted to hug that disconsolate young man and comfort him. Tell him to stay by Talmer would only have meant his own death. Tell him that he too had lost in that battle one of the most loved people in his life: Magda, the girl who was his shield and confidant. Telling Oswick that his beloved Tagor He died decapitated by a monster in front of him without being able to avoid it and that I understood his pain. -Listen to me, Oswick. This war began with the death of Feros, who became a martyr to his people. Blood only leads to more bloodshed. Give up your revenge. Who knows what the death of the queen...? -Enough! I will finish Nereia without your help. I'm sick of this meaningless chatter. Excuse me, count, but I must leave for Marán without waste a second. The knight hurriedly left the room. Oican and Dartner were left alone, standing in front of the table. The knight looked with regret at the count. -I'm sorry for spoiling your dinner, old friend. -Well, the truth is that I almost prefer it. there was not enough food for everyone. Oicán smiled as he sat down and looked at the glass of wine. before him nervously. Hesitantly he took a long drink. Dartner's voice shock. -Know? You may not be wrong. Nereia is a murderer brutal and ruthless. He destroyed all the prisoners of the battle without the slightest glimpse of compassion. -The custom among the froslines of sacrificing the prisoners emerged long before she was born. I don't think that woman is more terrible than Feros was. Dartner's voice took on that paternalistic tone of voice that I knew Oicán so much. Do you know, Oicán? You have become too soft. What has been that squire who accompanied me everywhere, eager for emotions, for battles to fight and of honor and glory? Oicán smiled without humor. Maybe you've had too many emotions and battles and no honor or glory. Here's to it. IV. APARTMENTS Oicán woke up as soon as he heard the sound. He distinguished a silhouette silhouetted against the window sill, with the moon behind him and He cursed himself for not being armed. With a quick movement he stood up and He grabbed one of the intruder's arms, bending it over his back to immobilize him. Finally she could see his face, slightly illuminated by the light. moon. -Trying to sneak in silently to cut my throat, prey? -I think I already told you on one occasion that I was not a murderer, Oican. By the way, I love the way you bend my arm. Oicán was suddenly aware of the nakedness of his antagonist. Without a doubt, Presa had arrived at his room transformed into a dog, as I had seen him do so long ago. Without being able to avoid it, he The knight's penis throbbed with a life of its own and hardened, imprisoned against the buttocks of his opponent. Oicán released the changeling and stared at him harshly. -What are you doing here? Let me guess, you come to give me some message from your lord. -The truth is that no. I came because that time we We slept a few years ago and it didn't seem like much to me... Presa grabbed Oicán by the back of his neck and pulled him towards him. Their Lips met in a wet kiss. -...Very little... The knight began a feint of resistance while the shapeshifter pushed him towards the bed. -Wait, Prey... I don't know if this is a good idea... -If you want, I'll stop. The changeling whispered while He slowly kissed Oicán's chest. With one of his hands, meanwhile, he caressed the gentleman's crotch. His cock, grateful for the attention, stood upright. its entire extension. Oicán couldn't help but moan. -No... Don't stop... Prey smiled, like a naughty child who has gotten away with it. his. He continued kissing the knight's chest and nibbled on the nipples, until who discovered the large scar that crossed his torso. Oicán was surprised during a moment of the changeling's keen vision, which had perceived her despite the little light. Without stopping, he continued his journey with his tongue, until he came across another somewhat smaller one. The changeling smirked. -Wow... Of course, you're a shame... Thank goodness They haven't hurt you in a certain place... Freeing the cock from his clothing, Prey swallowed it with avidity. Oicán moaned when he felt the heat of his mouth and throat on his thick member. They continued like this for a few minutes, until there came a moment when that Oicán couldn't take it anymore. He gently pushed Prey, forcing him to stop. suck his cock and lay him face down on the bunk. With both hands he raised his buttocks and observed them despite the poor visibility. They were so perfect... Little hairy but very masculine. He opened them delicately, revealing their orifice. Oicán stopped to caress the broad shoulders of Presa, who He trembled with anticipated excitement. Keeping her buttocks apart, she placed her glans over the changeling's anus. Oicán, without being able to contemplate it, imagined how her ass greedily swallowed his thick member. The knight tried to suppress his gasps, so as not to wake up nobody in the Dartner mansion, but he couldn't help but moan too loudly when He ejaculated inside his lover. Without leaving him, he nibbled her ear, being rewarded with a moan of pleasure. "Now it's your turn" Oicán whispered into his ear and crouched blindly to Prey's waist, turning him around. until you are in front of him. Her lips closed over his cock and she began to Lick and take small bites for several minutes. In turn, the shapeshifter He felt along the knight's back, sinuously lowering his hand to Find the buttocks and accurately locate your sphincter. A finger penetrated him and He started some circular movements. He couldn't help but moan, but continued with his work on the penis that stood before him. Oicán exploded. His moan reverberated in a thousand echoes on the walls of the stay, oblivious to the danger of being discovered. He was barely aware of the sudden wetness in his mouth as the changeling reached orgasm. He gentleman felt the milky warmth on her face and lips before lying down on the side of his loving opponent. For several minutes only breathing could be heard. of the two men, until Presa broke the silence. -I can't convince you not to try to kill Lord Ythil, right? -No. Your lord is a monster. It is a virus, a gigantic leech that will not hesitate to feed on Marán and his people, like a disease, until it is completely barren. He killed King Pontus and Tagor to achieve your goals. As long as Ythil exists, no one will rest easy. Prey snorted angrily, pushing away the arm with which Oicán surrounded -You think I want to preserve my lord, but really it is to You who I try to protect. Ythil will kill you in the blink of an eye if you face he. You must abandon your childish desires for revenge. Times are coming terrible for Marán. The snow people have formed a horde in the north almost unstoppable, led by that savage, Nereia. He will soon head against Marán, destroying everything in its path if no one prevents it. -And what does Ythil have to do with all this? Leopold, our king, will be in charge of stopping her. Presa was silent for a few moments, as if he doubted pursue. No, Oicán. Leopold died in the Battle of the North. Who governs He is now Lord Ythil, supplanting him. Oicán was silent. It can't be... It's not possible... -Yes it is. If you managed, by a remote possibility, To end it, you would lead the kingdom to anarchy. No one could face the froslines. Despite your regret, only Ythil can save Marán. I make you an offer: Join us. Together we can win. -No! I refuse to accept it! These years I traveled the world, before ending up in Tolia as a mercenary. You can check what others leeches provoked prosperous kingdoms. First they were shaken by terrible wasting diseases, then people began to die like bedbugs, and death and desolation spread to neighboring kingdoms, such as lethal epidemics. Ythil a savior? Do you know what he did with the inhabitants of the Five Cities, those who caused their humiliation and fall five years ago ages? They were swept off the map with a stroke of a pen, impaled without mercy, until die, everyone, even the last woman and the last child, without discrimination. A savior? As long as he continues with his parody of life, we will be doomed. -Stupid fool. My lord will kill you as if you were a ant, and I won't be able to help it. Prey got up from bed, as he headed towards the door. Oicán contemplated him in the darkness of the room. the light of the moon ghostly illuminated its naked contour. The knight sighed. -Why do you support him? He is an evil being. -It may be that Ythil is evil. But I owe him everything. saved my life when he was but a puppy, lost in the streets of the neighboring kingdom of Tolia. Did you know that I was not born human? Yes, yes... Don't look at me like that. I was the fourth puppy from a litter. Not all shapeshifters are born to humans. At first I didn't realize I was different. I just thought my brothers were more stupid than me. But I soon realized it. He was not a normal dog, although he still I didn't know what a changeling was. I abandoned mine and became a dog street map of Tal, the capital of Tolia. He was close to dying of hunger, when One night, a strange being stopped before me. We both notice that each of us We were facing a supernatural creature. He picked me up and took care of me. taught me how to change into human form and hybrid. Yes. I think I love him. He held me and comforted as I screamed, feeling how every bone in my body seemed break and tear my flesh, as it settled into its new position. My sir once told me that if I didn't feel pleasure in pain, I would have lost his mind in the first transformation. Maybe he's already crazy. Maybe everyone we are. What do you think? The knight remained silent. -I'm sorry, Oicán. Think about my words. If you finished with Lord Ythil, you would sentence Maran to death. And you would have to finish me too, because I will try to prevent it by all means. The prisoner left the room, without bothering to get dressed. Oican He admired for the last time the splendid figure of his enemy and felt a somber weigh. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he thought he heard clicking sounds. bone, announcing how the changeling reverted to its lupine form. The knight He was immersed in a sea of doubts. A few hours ago he himself had tried convince Oswick, the young knight, not to try to murder Nereia, and now, Prey had done the same to him. With few results in both cases. Without a doubt, the gods laughed with amusement, contemplating everything from the heavens V. HUNGER Magda put her hands on her stomach. I was starving. The The night before she had killed a fallow deer, but its essence had barely satisfied her. A dark voice inside her told her that a person's blood would calm her. unbearable thirst. But I couldn't. He simply couldn't. Damn conscience. If I wanted to survive, I had to Get rid of your old moralisms. But it wasn't that easy. There was never killed anyone, not even in combat. The little voice inside whispered in a very quiet tone: "Don't worry. Just give me control. It will just be a second. And then you'll be so happy..." He forced himself to think about something else. That's when he spotted the farm. The successive wars They had forced the different armies to requisition the animals, but even so There may still be a pig or a cow left. Magda put her hat on more hood and advanced with a determined step. He easily smelled the essence of two people. Two young men. The one who was once a knight of Marán headed to the granary. The smell was getting stronger there. He detected nuances of sweat, semen and sex. Their His eyes confirmed what his sense of smell had announced. He entered with caution and, Climbing a ladder, he was able to make out a young naked couple standing He made love on top of the barn. He approached carefully, while he felt his non-existent pulse beating. They were two boys who had undoubtedly took advantage of the relative privacy of the barn to abandon himself to pleasure. How long had it been since you last had sex? He tried to get away from the head the image of Oicán. She could never feel his caresses on her, nor tell him that he loved him. He cursed himself as a board creaked under his feet. Was being very careless. Magda moved closer and watched. The low moans, as well as the vision before his eyes, They began to inflame his cold blood. Lying on his back was a blond boy of about twenty years old. However, due to the mastery with which He moved his lips around his partner's member, imprisoning him in his mouth. alternately penis or testicles, it seemed that despite his youth he had a great experience in the love arts. Above him, another dark-skinned young man attractive man swallowed his partner's cock while simultaneously stroking with his fingers his buttocks. Magda found herself moaning, aroused by the sight, despite that he had already had the opportunity to contemplate other carnal unions between men when she was trained as a knight in Maran. Oblivious to the ghostly spectator, the blond boy stood up, kissed his companion on the forehead and He proceeded to very slowly introduce his cock inside his dark lover, then starting an intense ride. The vampire caressed herself with deliberate slowness her vagina, while biting her lips and closing her eyes. eyes. There were only a few hours left until the deadly sun would rise. You There was little time left if he wanted to act. He thought about killing them and drinking their blood but They were both so beautiful, so full of life. Well, it was his life or yours. I would have to do it. Hadn't he become a monster? Well it was time to behave as such. At least one of them. The blonde boy or the dark one? Magda cursed herself. I couldn't do it. Who was she to behave like a bloodthirsty deity, deciding who could live and who should I die? He decided that he would not kill either of them. I felt some relief having solved his problems of conscience. I wouldn't murder anyone if I could avoid it. But that did not solve the problem of hunger. It was a sensation similar to a growling stomach, but, curiously, this time it didn't seem so oppressive. In fact, she was much calmer, almost satiated. I had not seen horses or cows upon arrival. Would they have chickens? -You were hungry, right? The vampire froze as she looked at the figure. leaning on the barn door. Despite looking like a man, the smiling The face of the being had a wolfish snout and ears that confirmed that it was not totally human. -You?! Magda bared her sharp fangs and hissed, preparing to jump. -Calm down, calm down. I come in peace. Our lord nor He doesn't even know I'm here. I just wanted to know how you were doing. You know, a little company between... between... -Monsters? -Well, that's one way of saying it. Anyway, I see that you you fix them well. Tagor never came to accept his condition. As to Stephan... -Tagor? Accept your condition? What are you saying? -I mean that Tagor never killed for feed. Unlike you. -But what the hell are you saying? I haven't killed anyone! Prey raised an eyebrow, surprised. Silently, he pointed the finger to the second floor of the barn. Only then did the vampiress wonder how it was that the two lovers had not looked out from the attic, alerted by the discussion that Prey and she kept. The building was plunged into a dead silence. Magda had stopped picking up any sound, even with her developed senses. I only heard... Flies? Magda slowly approached the stairs. -My lord once told me about cases similar to yours. What did you call them? Err... Oh, yes. Traumatic gaps, I think. Ehhh... Me than you I wouldn't go up. You're not going to like what you're going to see. Magda ignored him. He grabbed the ladder with both hands. He groaned when he discovered that his fingers were covered in blood. He rubbed his hands against their clothing, but it only made them redder. His clothing had changed color. It was crimson. He barely heard Presa's words. -Welcome to the kingdom of monsters. VI. TRAPPED Oicán relaxed his mount's pace. I had been riding everything the day and the sun was preparing to set on the horizon. I needed a plan of action. He was confused and the magnitude of his task overwhelmed him. Kill Ythil, knowing that he was now king of Maran? How would I get it? Suddenly, an arrow stuck at his horse's feet. knew that the shot had not missed, but was a warning. -Identify yourself, human, or the next one will go straight to your heart. The accent left no room for doubt. Elves! It had to be about rebels fighting against the occupation of Bosquia. These groups had acting for several years, and his attacks had not stopped even when Marán Bosquia was annexed. The stubbornness of the elves was surprising. Darten him He had warned that he might run into some of them, but he had not taken no kind of precaution. Now he was cursing himself for it. -Don't shoot! I am... a simple traveler. I don't have anything against you. -Throw down your sword then, dismount and lie down. Oicán, reluctantly, let go of the weapon that Darten gave him. had provided. For a moment he thought he could gallop and run away, but the most It was likely that he would end up skewered like a tailor's pincushion. He thought at all hurry. If the elves discovered that he was a knight of Maran, their hated conquerors, could say goodbye. Oicán lay face down on the ground, while he felt how two figures left the thicket and tied his legs. arms behind his back. They then blindfolded him and led him almost an hour through the forest to some place he couldn't make out. He was pushed and pushed to some hidden place. caught some hubbub and conversations in the elvish language. Finally he was locked up in some kind of room. Oicán remained standing. Where would it be found? Suddenly He was aware that he was not alone. He was able to catch another nearby breath. -Who are you? The gentleman received no response. Maybe it was your imaginations? Damn blindfold. He tried to free himself from his bonds. A useless effort. He suddenly froze when he noticed cold fingers reaching out. They caressed his cheek. The fright made him gasp, while he remained completely still. -It seems that we meet again, my dear Oicán. That voice... It couldn't be. -Are you... Honey? -You have a good memory, despite the years that have passed. A hand removed the blindfold covering his vision. Before his The elf appeared with astonished eyes. It hadn't changed at all. His thin face He was just as he remembered, although his light brown hair had grown out again until it reaches his shoulders. He was wearing a dark leather doublet and from his belt hung a fine sword. He was as adorable as I remembered. -My dear Oicán... It's been so, so long... I don't know if hit you or... His face slowly approached until it was just a few steps away. centimeters from Oicán's face. In one fluid motion, the elf's lips They closed on theirs. It was a long, very long kiss. Honey caught the lip bottom of Oicán and sucked and stretched it almost without mercy, until freeing it suddenly. The lip returned to its initial position with a wet sound. -...Or kiss you. Miel licked her lips as she looked perversely to the gentleman. Again, he caressed the surprised man's cheek. gentleman. You don't even remotely know how many times I have wished to have you just as I am. You are now, at my disposal, completely defenseless. Oicán trembled involuntarily again.
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