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And Niks face immediately reflected tension, he shied aside and quickly said:
Dont please, Vitor!
Don't read my mind! Can you see me doing something to you?
But you want to all the time you want to hit me. I said I love you, and thats why you are going to beat me now? Yes?
Kors saw Nik turn pale, his lips trembling with excitement and frustration, and his voice was filled with resentment; he literally stumbled in mid-sentence, fell silent, swallowing nervously. His face was so sad that it was impossible to look at Nik so as not to feel your heart contracting with pity.
Stop pouting capriciously, its just vulgar! Kors tried not to give in, so as not to start feeling sorry for him.
Im not pouting anything, Nik objected resentfully. You never beat Karina, but you constantly kick me! You slap me on the eyes and lips that you like so much. There are endless slaps from you for everything that is wrong, in your opinion. For a wrong look, for every wrong word you immediately hit me. Yes, maybe not at full strength, but its humiliating.
Kors saw now that the constant wearing of a mask still affected his Nik. He, like most slaves and commoners, when his face was open, poorly controlled facial expressions and emotions. If he was upset, this was fully reflected on his face. He didnt even try or somehow didnt know how to restrain himself, because he was not used to receiving feedback from the interlocutor, depending on the expression of his face. He didnt understand that this was important, and didnt care about it. It was unbearable for Kors to see this inferiority.
Forgive me! Forgive me! He grabbed his head. You evoke in me some trashy feelings! And Karina is a complete fool, of course, but she is my only girl. I took care of her, although in an amicable way she should have been punished very harshly. But this idiot in the end at least found herself the same fool. And youre completely crazy, do you understand? You are wild, neglected. Why are you looking at me with your eyes and keep silence? My little white, little white boy! Oh, oh, my doll Come here, crawl to me, immediately! Like this You feel good with me, aren't you? I love you so much, my beloved darling, I love your dolls eyes and lips.
You keep on beating me!
Im sorry, Im sorry, my doll! Im doing this for your own good. If you werent so stupid, you would thank me for that. Thank me
Thank you.
My boy. My stupid boy
It hurts me, dont dont touch me
Be patient, you got drunk yesterday, and no matter how I love you, you will be punished for it
Ah, ah Enough, let me go!
Kors still let go of his cock and balls, ceasing to squeeze them so hard and dig into them with his nails.
Only obedience will lead us to success, my love. I love it so much when your bright eyes are filled with tears
Nik clenched his fists and stubbornly wiped his eyes with them.
Its not my fault that I have such eyes and eyelashes, and that they turn you on so much. Ask yourself why you like white half-bloods so much that you are drawn to them all your life!
Keep silence! Be silent. Open your mouth, show me your shameful, leaky tongue.
Nik immediately opened his mouth and pulled his piercing with his teeth slightly upward, so that the thick steel bar that pierced his tongue vertically and onto which the balls were screwed along the edges was now clearly visible.
Oh-oh-oh a complete whore, I really will beat you right now! Kors jerked him closer.
No, no!
Obey me, you fool who fucked up your life and became a whore!
I told you stories from my life so that you would reproach me later?!
Im sorry, Im sorry Lie on your back, lie down, Kors sat down on his chest, pressing his hands trembling with excitement into the fluffy skins, hastily pulling out his long erect and sweetly aching cock.
Let let me cum on your beautiful eyes
They continued, and Kors didnt hit him and no longer hurt him or made him feel bad, because he was madly in love with him.
However, the next day he saw that his Nik was sad and indifferent to everything. Kors understood that he wanted to go to his unclean ones, but didnt understand how to stop him.
Nik, are you offended by me? He asked finally.
No, Nik muttered. Still, he sounded very displeased, and, as Kors felt, not respectful enough.
Talk to me normally! When will it reach your head that I am doing everything only for your good? If it happens that you cannot use the Demons power, what will you do?
I managed to cope without power too
Why are you snarling now? There is no doubt that as a person you are weak and not smart, to my great regret. I saw how you managed. You couldnt handle it, Nik! And they put you so that it was more convenient to walk on you. Only your appearance helped you, and even then others played with you and wore you out, made you a slut. I understand it sounds unfortunate, and I still love you very much, even such one, but you need to develop your human mind, it can save you at a critical moment, and for this you must learn to listen to me.
I obey you.
You must learn to obey the right way, without any offense or discontent, but with gratitude.
Thank you, dad, Im sorry
Gods, you utter this phrase without any understanding! You just say the same thing thoughtlessly. Its not that its not that Kors paused in frustration, and Nik lay down on his face, his face buried in the skins.
Finally, Kors raised his head and smiled, as if a thought had crossed his mind.
Nik Do you want to tattoo me? Make me a tattoo.
What?!
Do you want?
Are you kidding?
No, Im not.
Do you really want it? Nik raised himself on an elbow with interest, his face came to life.
Yes, I do, smiled Kors, feeling a surge of interest from Nik and the fact that the desire to go for a walk faded into the background.
Which one?!
I dont know, just anything you want.
And where?!
Where you want!
But I dont know
Write on me: Belongs to Nik and Arel. Do you want it on my chest? Write that I am your thing, that I am shit. Something dirty and vulgar. Write: I, Kors, a true black, love two cocks in my ass at the same time!
Nik laughed, and Kors heard that he was no longer thinking about going for a walk. With his non-trivial proposal, Kors seemed to have managed to overshadow all his thoughts about unclean ones, cards and night gatherings.
Write: pound me like the last brute or I suck unclean cocks.
Vitor, why are you doing this, dont do it, Nik came to life completely, and his eyes stopped being like empty glass, I'd rather make beautiful patterns.
You can do whatever you want with me. Oh, right, draw your portrait on me! Draw yourself on one side of my chest, and draw a portrait of Arel on the other. Just like the albino has Salafael drawn on his chest.
Oh, Vitor! It is very beautiful, but I cannot
Why? After all, you are great at drawing. You painted the prince beautifully.
Yes, but getting a tattoo its a little different. My hand will not allow it, it trembles with effort, I can only make neatly simple patterns.
Okay, make patterns, I'm ready for anything!
Thank you, daddy! Said Nik, and now these words sounded very sincere and real.