Chapter 10: Babylon Triumph: Part 2

We spent the next twenty minutes cleaning ourselves up. As is usually the case, the plan to quickly capture the terrorist leader failed and turned into a routine sweep. And the relatively easy part is over. We were loud enough for the enemy to pay attention to us and allocate part of the forces opposing the distracting strike of our troops, which became the main one after we could not find our target. Therefore, having blocked the door leading deep into the mines, to where most of the opponents were holed up in a strong defense, our squad wandered through the cave we had cleared, collecting everything that was more or less useful in order to participate in a big battle. In particular, explosives and heavy weapons. I was just picking up a decent machine gun from a pile of weapons for myself, so that there would be something to replace my own, the ammunition for which was already running out, when one of my brothers distracted me.

— "Kay, I found something here. Can you come over?"

The voice sounded interested, so I didn't hesitate

— "I'll be right there."

"What's going on here?" — I asked, going into an inconspicuous nook, fenced off by a clutter of boxes. It was not possible to see the find right away, the view was blocked by the wide back of my brother.

"Here. It was hidden behind the wreckage." — Having heard me, the fighter immediately stepped aside, freeing the passage. There was a lid in front of us. The lid in the floor, completely made of armored steel, is of sufficient size so that two people can safely descend there without interfering with each other.

"A lid?" — I asked.

"Yes. I checked with a scanner, and it shows that there are voids and a lot of metal under it." — The soldier replied.

"Closed section?" — I said out loud, more to myself than to others, at the same time opening a map on which there was nothing underground. — "The map is empty."

— "Apparently, it appeared here after the cataclysm."

"If I were the leader of a gang of terrorists, I would hide in there." — Rusty's head poked out from around the corner. — "What? There is no such place on the maps available to us," — he completely came out to us. By the way, he looked like that: a heavy machine gun on a belt behind his back, two belts of cartridges on his chest criss-cross, and a revolver grenade launcher dangling from his belt. — "The entrance is in a secluded place, and it is also locked for sure. I bet that there is also a separate energy source there, so that if this place is demolished, you can sit there. It's a secret lair inside a secret lair! The choice of real villians, I give you a tooth!"

"You know, Rusty, maybe you didn't watch those superhero cartoons for nothing." — I shook my head with a chuckle in my voice. — "We will check. Glave!"

— "Yes, sir!"

In a few seconds Glave was already beside us. After going around the hatch and examining it from all sides, he grunted, and then squatted down next to it, took out a knife and hooked the edge of the service port cover, where he then connected the contacts of his device.

"The protection here is an order of magnitude better. But nothing insurmountable." — He was distracted for a second, looking at me and answering a dumb question. — "Just a minute more…"

It turned out even faster. At some point, something cracked inside the mechanism and the hatch cover smoothly dropped down and moved away.

"That's it." — Glave said with satisfaction, getting up from his knees and putting away the instrument. — "You can work."

"Launch the drone." — Nodding to him, I told the fighters.

One of them immediately took a small container with handles on the sides from his belt. Jerking them sharply to the sides, he threw it into the air, where it decomposed, releasing wings with screws and hovered in the air, flashing a glare on the lens of the built-in camera. Catching the balance, the machine darted into the hatch, and a second later the helmet interface displayed the picture it was broadcasting.

The hidden part of the dungeon was very different from the outside: The space in front of the drone was more like a laboratory or the bowels of a spaceship, as they are depicted in science fiction films. Metal-covered walls, pipes stretching along them, wiring, and dim lighting of LED lamps. The drone was slowly moving forward along the narrow corridor, quietly buzzing with screws, covering with its mechanical gaze. Everything was quiet. No movement or other signs of activity. Not a soul.

It went on like this for several minutes. The scout flew through the dungeon without encountering any obstacles or anything interesting. And it was suspicious.

And then luck smiled on us. Turning once again, the drone found around the corner ... something. In the center of the wide room was a large cubic-shaped container, vaguely resembling the many times enlarged capsule in which we were raised. The walls of this container were transparent, wires and tubes stretched across the floor and ceiling to it from all sides, intertwining. There was a yellowish-brown liquid inside.

And bodies. Many, many human bodies, as if eaten by acid.

"Fuck!" — I swore. The brothers supported me with a discordant chorus of similar statements, and the girls watching all this through the screen froze in deep shock.

Suddenly, the image from the robot's cameras jerked sharply, spun, and then completely went out.

My brothers and I exchanged glances.

— "Have you seen this thing? Tell me that it seemed to me that people were swimming there?"

"It didn't seem like it." — I said gloomily, picking up the riffle. — "We're going down. And keep our eyes open. Whoever was responsible for this is still there and broke our scout. So, he will not meet us with bread and salt at all."

"I'm not going to shake this faggot's hand in a friendly way either..." — someone threw angrily on the air.

One by one, we jumped down and began to slowly move forward, carefully checking every corner in search of an unknown enemy. Very soon we reached the room with our creepy find. Up close, it looked even more disgusting than on the drone's cameras. The eaten remains of people dissolved in dirty bubbling slime and flowed through pipes in an unknown direction.

Crying broke out from the side. Poor Prim couldn't stand the sight. And the others were not much better. Even Olga, who had the greatest endurance, could no longer maintain a mask of calm. Maya turned away. Alicia froze, completely pale, unable to look away or close her eyes. Celestine was crying too. And Chloe was trying to suppress the urge of her stomach to throw out what she had just eaten. Fortunately for us, successfully.

They are very lucky that they don't see it live. I'm afraid to even imagine what would have happened in such a case.

— [Why such cruelty from these persons to their own kind, Carrier? What is the reason?]

[Humans will always come up with something to kill each other for. For the sake of profit, Because of resentment. Because of revenge. Just give them a reason.] — The armrest of the chair crunched under my fingers, knocking me off my thoughts. Damn... I didn't notice how it happened. The memories of that day still reverberate inside me with burning rage. — [But that time... that time it was just the madness of a single bastard.]

And the movie continued.

With a hiss, a partition came down behind us, cutting off the way back. Immediately after that, with the same sound, a hole opened in the ceiling and a body smeared with the same as the one in the "aquarium" fell right in front of us.

The body raised its head, slowly starting to get up. It had quite human proportions: two arms, two legs, a head — everything was in place. But even a blind man would not confuse such a creature with a human. More than two meters tall, covered with armor plates, very similar in appearance to those of mollusks with completely human skin visible in the gaps. The joints of the legs are directed in the other side, and the long arms reach the knees and end with sharp claws on the fingers. Blades grow from the forearms, almost to the elbows. A bald head encased in a kind of helmet fused with flesh. Swollen, cloudy white eyes. And thin strips on the place of the mouth, running crosswise, thus forming a classic church cross. Straightening up to its full height, this creature immediately stared at us. It tilted its head to one side, then to the other, and then... opened its mouth. The lower jaw split in two and parted to the sides. With a hissing sound, the creature opened these "petals", and three flexible, meter-long tentacles emerged from its throat.

Hissing menacingly, the freak moved towards us. But immediately twitched from hits from eleven barrels. He didn't even have time to take a step before he turned into a colander. So he fell, almost torn to pieces by our bullets.

We stood in silence.

"...What the fuck is this?" — it was heard on the air.

But no one had time to answer anything yet, as from above, one by one, the same freaks as the first one fell down, spraying stinking liquid around them.

"Fire!" — I shouted at the top of my voice. Although it was not required. We started shooting even before the first of them touched the floor.

The creatures were fast. And very strong. I managed to kill only two, spending the rest of the cartrige on them, before the third rammed me and knocked me down. The interface was flooded with messages about the violation of the integrity of the armor and light damage to the ribs — so strong was the blow.

Once on top, this half-mollusk immediately struck with a clawed paw with a wide swing, but the HF knife that jumped out of the bracer stopped the blow in time, piercing the creature's forearm. The enemy didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and opened his mouth, shooting tentacles at my head. At the limit of my body's capabilities, I dodged, having managed to remove my head to the side, and then forcefully jerked my hand with the blade, dissecting the enemy's limb and cutting off his appendages from the finger.

This damage he already felt. He screamed so, flooding me with what replaces his blood, that the noise reduction in the helmet stopped coping, and the picture in my eyes was shaked. Grabbing the disoriented enemy by the throat with my free hand, I throw him off and stick his head into the floor. And from above I add a blade, piercing his skull.

Shoving the dead freak aside with my foot, I jump to my feet, pulling the pistol out of the holster as I go. And then I put a few bullets in the head of a jerk who got stuck in a fight with one of the brothers. Throwing off the dead body, he picked up the riffle, and, just like that, without getting up, put a long burst into the belly of another one.

That was the end of it. There was silence, broken only by our loud breathing in the ether mixed with mats, and the sound of brown liquid flowing in streams that oozed from the wall of the tank with bodies that had received multiple bullet holes.

I stood stupidly and stared at the carcass of one of these horseradish, still twitching in convulsions. Not an alien, and not a human. Just like us. Only we are, after all, much closer to the second. And these are the first. But not so dangerous. After the battle , there were eighteen bodies left lying here. If we had encountered the same number of real mollusks in such a tight space, we would not have escaped with just injuries. If at all they would have emerged victorious from the fight.

"Are they breeding hybrids here?" — Someone asked the obvious on the air.

"Yeah, and they're doing pretty well. They would have torn up ordinary people without being out of breath." — Someone answered him.

"Boss, the way back is cut off." — Glave reported. First of all, he checked the door that had closed behind us. — "The one who closed it, hedged and burned the electronics."

"Then let's go ahead." — I gave the command. Half of the icons of the squad's fighters turned yellow, signaling light damage, including mine, but we were almost completely combat-ready. So nothing prevented us from continuing the mission. Besides, we all really wanted to find out who ruined so many human lives to create these creatures. And, most importantly, how exactly he did it.

The journey was short. The squad crossed the room, entered a new corridor, and already at the second turn we found another large room. And we didn't like what we found there.

Wounded, with a crack in the belly and missing three of the eight limbs, melted and split by shrapnel. But definitely alive. She was lying on a wide platform, connected to clearly human-made equipment, including a bundle of thick transparent tubes, through which a familiar liquid was poured into her carcass.

The Alien Womb.

And next to her, with his back to us, was the one we originally came here for. A monk's cassock with a hood thrown over his head hid the figure, but it was definitely him.

"Isn't she beautiful?" — With adoration in his voice, he asked, turning around. When his face became visible, we could clearly see the veins emerging from under the skin and whitish eyes, like those of hybrids that had just been killed.

The general frequency of the forces attacking this base instantly received the message: "Code — Black". This means a critical danger. A live queen of mollusks, and so close to human—populated territories, is a much more serious thing than anything we found here. And even more so than our original goal.

— "Kill him."

The silence was broken by the roar of gun shots and heavy fire from the entire Fenrir squad fell on the bastard standing in front of us. But he did not move, because the bullets were not destined to reach his body and tear it to shreds. A translucent energy barrier appeared on their way, dividing the room in half and reliably protecting the sectarian from our anger. The wounded creature was still capable of it. Her energy shield is one of her main advantages. It cannot be penetrated by anything that is smaller than a cruise missile in caliber.

"Set aside." — I growled the order in a voice full of impotent anger. — "It's useless."

"That's what I expect from the devil's spawn." — The bastard on the contrary just grinned, grinning contentedly with a modified jaw. — "You are simply unable to appreciate the true beauty of His Creations. You won't have a chance to Salvation."

"Salvation?!" — Rusty yelled — "Is it salvation to become liquid shit that this beast will devour?"

"Truly so!" — The head of the sectarians nodded his head quite vigorously. — "Only after passing through purgatory we can find peace and become closer to the God. And I humbly helped these lost souls. Showed the way."

"The way? What do you mean?" — Deciding to stall for time and get the mute never superfluous information, I gave the guys a sign to report what we found here and get ready to slowly make their feet. The instructions made it clear that when you meet with the queen of mollusks, without having heavy equipment at hand capable of piercing the shield, you need to immediately make your feet. Otherwise, death.

But not only the huge carcass in the center attracted our attention. There were also capsules. The same as the one we found in the previous room. And there were a lot of them. They stretched along the walls, hung from the ceiling, stood on the floor behind the uterus. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of people were slowly digested to become the material for creating hybrids.

It was impossible. The uterus always reproduces only mollusks. Workers, warriors, and other varieties. And nothing else. Just like they never let humans near them. Apparently, this particular creature was damaged so much that something broke in her ugly head, and she somehow mistook this jerk for her own and began reproducing the freaks from the people they supplied.

The girls next to me gasped together. They were also very impressed by what they saw. Like the words of a fanatic.

"To be reborn!" — He seemed to be waiting for this question. And, solemnly raising his hands in the air, he exclaimed as soon as it sounded. — "And like the spirit and power of Elijah soar to the Creator. To see the end of things and restore everything, because it was said so! For all will face the last judgment!"

— "You're just fucking crazy!"

"A-a-ha-ha-ha..." — the old man's laughter, rattling like a bucket of bolts, echoed off the walls, carrying a croaking echo. — "Nooo… I'm not crazy. It is not for you, the fruits of a terrible sin, to accuse me of insanity! Created from the flesh and blood of His faithful servants, you serve the Jews who imagine themselves to be His equals! You have resisted His will! His anger! His ways are inscrutable!"

"You can't be equal to someone who doesn't exist." — The fanatic didn't even notice this hairpin, getting hotter and hotter.

"You have been corrupted in the dark for generations! All seven deadly sins, and even beyond that!" — It seemed as if this psycho was about to splash foam, his dilated pupils were running so much. — "Succumbing to temptation, people turned away from His light! The sweet words of the devil penetrated so deeply into their souls that they set out to stand on a par with the Creator! Is it conceivable?! Create life in your own image and likeness! Blasphemers!" — Having said that, the old man began to poke at our squad with his finger, spitting profusely with saliva. — "But no one human will never become His equal. And His cup of patience is overflowing! His wrath will pour out manna from heaven and purify all those who have sinned, for He is merciful."

"And now what, a new flood of this stuff?" — Rusty kicked a puddle of brown goo. Zero attention.

"And as a true believer, it is my duty to help these sheep driven by vices. More than that! I saw Him and heard Him. My mission is to become a guide. The Messiah!" — He made a holy sign over himself, and his face acquired a spiritualized expression to the point of colic. — "And bring peace to the world, salvation through self-sacrifice."

"Your imaginary friend, if he exists, has nothing to do with this pile of shit." — I pointed to the uterus, to which the fanatic finally reacted, pouting like a turkey. — "You talk about sinfulness and ignorance, but you're up to your ears in them yourself. You're not a righteous man. And this" — Another nod towards the uterus. — "I it is not the wrath of God. It's just aliens, an aggressive alien life form that wants to exterminate us. Not for the sake of some lofty goals, but simply because they are so arranged. And you're a traitor and a psycho who helps them by wishful thinking."

We could talk until we were blue in the face, but we had to get out of there. The communicator inside the helmet notified that the signal was received and at the same time, transmitted the order to retreat. We had forty-five minutes before the rockets arrived.

But no one was going to give us time. The frequency of the main forces suddenly exploded with reports of alien attacks across the entire area of the cultists' base. While we were talking here. The offspring of this freak flooded the dungeon and began to kill everyone, regardless of who was in front of them. What was even worse was that real aliens were spotted among them.

"A child of vice that cannot see the truth." — The old man suddenly changed. His voice became lower, and his gaze turned cold. — "I feel sorry for you. But you will still benefit when the Angel of the God returns back his flesh that you stole from him. And I will pray for the salvation of your soul." — He made a disgusted face. — "If you have one, of course."

Niches began to open in the walls between the containers with the terrible brew, from which hybrids poured into the cave, quickly filling the space around us, and the platform with the uterus and the cultist began to descend with a hiss, even deeper underground.

"Unfortunately, I can't stay and watch how the children of Satan will be put to holy execution, our time is up here and it's time to go to the Temple of the God." — Slowly descending, he said goodbye to me. — "But you're not going anywhere."

"You..." — I could only watch him calmly leave, grinding his teeth from impotence. — "One day I'll find you, and I'll shake the soul out of your filthy little body." — I promised him and turned my attention to my squad. — "Guys, ready to fight. We will break through."

As soon as the head of the uterus disappeared under the floor, the void left in its place was closed by a plate that moved to the place of the departed platform. And it was, as a signal, for the enemies who surrounded us. Uttering inarticulate sounds resembling a mixture of clamming and human guttural cries, they took off, ready to avalanche down on our small detachment.

Fortunately, while we were chatting, the guys booby-trapped the door, and as soon as the hybrids went on the attack, they blew it up, killing several enemies, thereby facilitating our escape route.

And then everything was like a driving shooter again. Only now with elements of horror. We ran, shot, blew up, beat and cut, fleeing from the horde chasing us. The filthy sectarian managed to "elevate" thousands of people, and all this mass raged inside the dungeons, causing real chaos. Clams also added fuel to the fire — real death machines, tearing people to pieces like dolls. The background was the negotiations, the panicked cries of the allies who were trapped, and just like us, trying to get to the surface to get out of this damned place. We met some of them along the way. But, unfortunately, most of them died. They were simple people, and they had a hundred times harder than us.

But we, nevertheless, you undertook. We were among the last to reach the flying transport. However, not all of them. Three brothers still lost the race with death. One ran into a clam, colliding with it at point-blank range and impaling on its blades. We killed the creature right away, but it was impossible to return the life it had taken. The second caught an armor-piercing bullet in his helmet, fired by no one even knows by whom and from where. A stray shot, a fatal accident, from which no one is immune. The latter injured his leg and fell, immediately being buried under a pile of hybrids. We just didn't have time to help him. The others got it too. No one left in one piece. The squad's health indicator was full of yellow and orange. Although, it was still better than three completely gray human figures. I myself had a broken arm, three ribs, and there was a huge crack on the visor of my helmet, through which I watched four cruise missiles enter the target from the side of the tiltrotor.

The recording ended with the mountain, in which the lair of a religious cult was located, drowned in a blinding flash of an explosion.

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"That's how it was." — I exhaled, leaning back in my chair and closing my eyes for a second.

The tablet went out and remained lying on the table, plunging the room into semi-darkness. A lingering silence hung in the air, broken only by the breathing of those present. The girls were in no hurry to say anything, trying to put in their heads and realize what they had just watched. I just sat there and silently waited for the questions that were bound to follow.

"This... this just can't be true..." — Maya woke up first. — "Such things simply cannot go unnoticed! All these flying things, monsters, the likes of which no one has ever seen. And that flash at the end? It is simply impossible not to find out about this, at least at the level of rumors!"

And the questions finally followed, though far from the ones I expected. Of course! It is simply impossible not to add two and two together now. For a second I hesitated, feverishly thinking how to fix a puncture of such magnitude.

"I have to agree." — Alicia echoed her without lagging behind for a second. The girl was under a strong impression, and spoke softly and slowly, stretching the words. — "If there was a state of people somewhere with such... capabilities, it would have taken over the world long ago."

They are completely right. My world. Its's head and shoulders above this, even with their magic. Heck. My gaze fell on the crowned couple. In her hands, the princess held her sister's shaking palm. Poor Prim was visibly shaking, and her eyes were swollen from tears. For the unprepared psyche of the girl, the viewed recording turned out to be a real shock. Not only were you unprepared for what happened, not only you.

"I... I heard y-your people mention that it's... happening everywhere." — But, nevertheless, she retained enough sanity to remember some points and ask questions. As logical as they are, they are also unpleasant. —" And you also said that you came from far away and you can't come back… Tell me, it's after all..." — Prim looked around at the girls around her, as if looking for support before jumping into the pool. — "... you're not from this world, are you?"

Initially, Olga and I agreed to keep my otherworldly origin a secret, but when I found out about the tricks of the local church, I got angry. And, succumbing to emotions, I made a mistake and did something that was not necessary to do — I revealed one of those secrets that even allies should be trusted with great caution. Now there is no point in catching up with the fog. The girls here are not stupid. They immediately realized that the events on the screen were clearly not unfolding in the bakery next door. And it seems that in order to maintain the trust that we have begun to develop, we will have to be honest. When I met my Queen's eyes, I read a mute reproach in her gaze. But with it understanding and participation. From the height of her life experience, she easily read what is going on in my soul, and how much the word "priest" means to me. How much negativity I associate with this concept. After receiving a nod from her, meaning, "once you've started the song, then finish it," I began to pick up the words.

"The name of the planet you just saw is Earth." — I said with a sigh. — That's where I was born.

— Earth? Maya was surprised. — "What's the strange name? How is the soil?"(Russian joke. Earth and soil is one single word "Земля")

"Yeah." — I replied with a smile.

"And... how is it?" — Alicia asked uncertainly.

Stupid question, but I didn't pay attention to it. Instead, I just grunted and pointed at the tablet.

— "You just saw it yourself."

"Well... yes." — The blonde turned away, apparently realizing the absurdity of her words.

"Well, and here?" — Maya demonstrated the wonders of communication, looking at me and being in mixed feelings. There was sympathy, and distrust, and fear, and something else incomprehensible, but, like, positive. Which is quite surprising, considering how everything went wrong with her from the first day we met. — "How did you end up here?"

"The summon." — Discordia answered for me. — "I summoned him.

Cleverly. To say that instead of the Tower itself brought me here. Perhaps this secret should definitely be left unsolved. I'm not going to make a mistake like that a second time.

— "A summon? What does it mean?"

"This is a long-lost practice." — The dark elf explained. — "It was used when the Empire was still standing. With the help of a special ritual, intelligent people endowed with certain talents were attracted to our world. Which ones, depends on the setting of the ritual. This was mainly done by humans. Although my people sometimes resorted to this method. Especially during the war with monsters." — Recalling the events that she witnessed, she did not betray her regret in any way, except for the ears that dropped very slightly for a fraction of a second. — "However, it didn't help."

"... it just doesn't fit in my head." — Maya moaned, covering her eyes with her hand. Alicia nodded in agreement.

"And you did this to S-Sir Kay? Was he taken away from his home without his consent?" — Oddly enough, the pink-haired princess didn't like it the most. Although her voice was still trembling, it sounded much more confident than a minute ago. Frowning brows and hands clenched into fists gave the impression of a furrowed sparrow, which looked extremely cute.

"What choice did we have? Chloe stood up for her mistress. — We wanted to survive. And only because of Kay, we are not in the hands of the Vult gang long ago. Perhaps already in the company of one of you!"

"Thanks for your concern, Prim, but I'm fine." — I smiled warmly at the girl, shaking my head. At the same time, without letting someone else insert another word, so that the conflict does not start.

"And you're not bored at all?" — The girl continued to worry.

"I miss my home, of course. But right now I'm needed here. And my brothers will cope there without me." — They have to cope, I believe in it.

Grab.

A thin hand grabbed my sleeve, and her mistress, blushing, hid her eyes.

"I-if you feel sad, you can talk to me…" — Prim murmured softly.

Alicia gasped in surprise, staring at her sister. Apparently, according to the local concepts of the nobility, she is now doing something that is not accepted in public. The blonde is also a princess. And just recently she hugged me, pouring tears over my shoulder. Although, she wasn't herself there, and she was alone with me, so it probably doesn't count.

"Oh..." — I didn't even find an answer for the first second. — "thanks. I'll remember."

"I think I understand you better now, Kay." — The last member of our group reminded about herself. — "You have had such terrible trials ..." — She addressed me in her quiet and soft voice. — "But you are still able to empathize and help those in need. Even when you are away from home, next to those to whom you owe nothing. And after your acquaintance with religion ..." — For a second, the girl looked away, choosing her words. — "I must admit that you've been surprisingly restrained with me."

"I'm not a fool, Celestine, and I can separate the wheat from the chaff." — I replied. — "I really had big doubts about you, but you turned out to be much better. You are the exception, which, unfortunately, confirms the rule."

"Thanks." — The elf nodded. — "Although I do not agree with your statement, now, no matter how ashamed I am, you will be right." — The girl assumed a guilty look, lowering her head and shoulders. — "Injustice has eluded my eyes and ears for a very long time. I don't intend to make such mistakes anymore. The goddess Larentia tells us to bring light and mercy to the people, and I will do everything to make it so in reality. And these terrible things that you have shown us, this... blatant cruelty…"

Celestine's voice faltered and she lost her speech. It took her a few seconds to gather her thoughts. But when it happened, she began to look much more confident. Everything has changed: the voice has become firmer, as well as the look, the posture has straightened, and the shoulders have straightened. Before us was a woman who firmly knows what she wants, and will firmly go to her goal. Communication with Olga clearly did her good.

"..Never happened again! And then..." — Her eyes actually lit up with determination. — "I will prove to you that your example is the exception! That person will become an example for all of us. An example of how those who should help and guide stumble and lead their people into darkness. If it's not difficult for you, could you tell me about the belief that that fallen man followed? I want to understand what could have motivated him to do what he did, and turn this knowledge into an experience that will help us become better."

"Of course, I'll tell you everything I know." — I agreed without much hesitation. — "Maybe one day, you will be able to surprise me." — Our eyes met. — "I will look forward to this moment."

***

I stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing, and watched the city fall asleep. Rare lights still illuminated the streets, but gradually, one by one, they went out, plunging Feoh into darkness. Just a couple more days, and residents will no longer be able to sleep so peacefully, hiding in their homes. The war will come here soon. It follows me wherever I am. I was born for it on Earth, and I will be forced to participate in it here. There is some irony in this, or something... evil fate, providence, call it what you want. But you can't get away from the truth. It won't be long before this place starts to burn. And I wanted to enjoy the rest of the quiet time. Breathe in the fresh, waste-free night air, look at the night sky. It would have been possible to listen to music, but Chloe stole the player again. However, it's not a pity for her, let her have fun.

"What are you thinking about?" — A voice sounded behind me, and after a couple of seconds two massive hemispheres rested on my back, and someone's hands joined on my stomach.

"Nothing important, my queen." — I replied listlessly, enjoying her touch. Especially in the back area. — "Just breathing fresh air."

"I love it when you call me that." — Olga purred, snuggling even tighter and resting her chin on my shoulder. — "But I don't think you're being completely honest with me. I haven't noticed you indulging in idle contemplation before. And now you're standing and looking thoughtfully into the distance."

Loosening her embrace a little, she turned me around to face her and looked into my eyes with concern. I immediately put my arm around her waist in response.

— "Something's bothering you, I can see that. Share it with me."

We stood and looked at each other, blown by the cool night breeze. Her golden eyes patiently studied my face, waiting for an answer.

"We were never able to catch him. He disappeared that day and never showed up anywhere else in person." — For some reason I remembered that fucking preacher. — "But in other ways he reminded of his presence with enviable regularity."

— "Do you think it's your fault?"

"No." — I shook my head. — "It's just a shame for us, humans. Our stupidity and ignorance, as it turned out, cannot be eradicated, even when we are on the verge of death as a species."

"It's the same problem with elves." — Olga put her head on my chest and closed her eyes, and I began to stroke her hair and inhale its delicious smell. — "But do you know what I've learned in my long life?

— "What?"

— "That we can't make everyone equally correct. And therefore, we must show the good side of our peoples by our actions."

"An interesting thought.Though quite philosophical." — I said and she grinned back.

"I know, but trust my experience." — The Queen chuckled. — And right now it tells me that, as a good woman, I have to drive bad thoughts out of my man's head…"

"And this thought..." — I smiled insidiously and smoothly lowered my other hand from the waist to the buttock of the dark elf and squeezed. — "Even more interesting!"

"Eh?" — The girl squeaked, raising her head. Our eyes met, and she reflected first surprise, then understanding, and then panic. —"R-right here?!"

"Why not?" — Without stopping smiling, I began to rub her ass, supporting her with my other hand behind her back. As if by chance, one of my fingers touched the folds of her bud through the fabric of her panties.

"A-a-ah!" — The reaction was instantaneous. The elf's hands pushed me in the chest, but somehow very weakly. — "P-pervet!"

"Me?" — I asked, no longer hiding stroking that place and collecting the first drops of moisture on my fingers, while my other hand moved to her chest, immediately penetrating under her clothes and feeling the already hard nipple. — "Remind me, who hunts me every night to drag me into his lair?"

"These are different things-m-m-hmm!" — The answer was not interesting to me, so the elf's mouth was plugged with a kiss.

Having broken through a weak request, my tongue burst into Olga's mouth and began to host there. We kissed and caressed each other for a couple of minutes. The Queen's body responded more and more willingly to my actions with every second. Soon she was already moving her pelvis by herself, sliding over my fingers, and her hands were sliding under my clothes with might and main, feeling the steel muscles.

Tearing myself away from the sweet lips, I pulled back a little, examining the elf's face. Her mouth was slightly open, and her chest was swaying in time with her heavy, ragged breathing. And her eyes seemed to glow in the night from the desire that filled them.

"We... will be noticed..." — she tried to object, but rather not from the fact that she did not want to continue, but from shame that we were doing such things outside the chambers.

— "No, we won't"

Olga moaned into my mouth when we merged in a new kiss. The soaked fabric of the panties was now only getting in the way, so I moved it to the side and penetrated her heated bosom with my finger.

These depraved clothes of theirs are very comfortable at such moments…

The answer to me was her moan, much stronger than the previous one. I push off with my back from the railing and push the girl forward, pressing her against the wall, just between the window and the door to the balcony. In this position, I had much more room for action with her voluptuous body. Tearing myself away from my lips, I kissed her neck, then ran my tongue down her cheek straight to the trembling ear, which I pulled into my mouth and began to suck like a lollipop, while my fingers penetrated her wet pussy with might and main.

Olga couldn't stand this anymore.

"Kay..." — the woman called me breathlessly. — "Take me…"

"What?" — Pulling away, I pretended that I didn't hear.

"Take me!" — Olga repeated the request a little louder than she should, blushing. — "Don't... don't make me repeat such depraved words again... do it!"

"As it pleases my queen..." — I myself was two hands for sticking to the main thing. Olga is such a sexy woman that even an impotent man would have stirred in his pants, there's nothing to say about me. Unbuttoning my pants, I let loose my snake, which immediately sprang up and with a wet slap hit the hot bud of the elf.

"Ah!" — The girl screamed in surprise, squeezing her hips and squeezing my trunk between them, which caused an excited sigh to jump out of my mouth. — "So hard…"

"This is your fault." — I said, moving my hips back and then forward, smoothly going inside until it stops. The walls of Olga's vagina tightly enveloped my trunk, plunging it into the wet pulsating flesh.

"A-a-a-h... Kay!" — Through clenched teeth, so that, inadvertently, no one would hear, the girl gasped, clinging to me with her whole body, and shuddering from microorgasm.

After standing for a while, giving both of us to enjoy the sensations, I slipped my hands under my mistress's hips and lifted them up. She immediately crossed her legs behind me.

So, holding her by the ass and resting her back against the wall, I began to move, stretching the tight interior of the queen and gradually accelerating.

"Kay... Kay!" — She screamed my name every time I reached her uterus, and in the normal time she moaned through tightly compressed lips. The excitement was so great that I could not stop, waving my dick tiredly and stirring Olga's insides. Very soon, the walls of her vagina tightened around my penis and began to throb, and the elf bit into my shoulder to somehow extinguish the volume of the scream that she was unable to contain. After a few seconds, I caught up with her, releasing a tight jet of semen into the depths of her womb.

When I put the queen on the floor, I had to hold her to keep her from falling. Her legs did not hold her at all after a violent orgasm. Hanging on to me, the girl was breathing heavily, coming to her senses.

Lifting her chin, I gently kissed her on the lips and asked. — "Shall we continue in the chambers?"

"Yes..." — she smiled at me, and I picked her up in my arms and carried her to our room.

 

***

When Kay said they wouldn't be noticed, he wasn't lying. He knew for sure that there was no one in this part of the castle right now: no servants, no guards. Therefore, he was sure that he and the woman he loved could afford to have fun. In addition, even in the process, he did not forget to make sure that no one interfered with them for sure.

What he didn't guess in a fit of passion was to check what was going on upstairs. And there, on the floor above, a little to the side was another balcony, which someone also decided to use to admire the night Feoh. And, of course, everything that was happening below was clearly audible and, in part, visible from there.

The night of Princess Alicia Arcturus will definitely not be quiet.

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