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The time after sunset dragged on for a long time, as if the day did not want to strive for its end at all, giving way to a new date. A light breeze swayed the evergreen grass of the steppe, creating a quiet, barely audible rustle, similar occasionally to a human whisper. The sun was still burning down beyond the unattainable horizon, casting fiery shadows on an island that was not in the sky. It is true that Paradis is a heavenly place, like a cloudless kingdom that descended from the pages of a fairy-tale novel, which is the first to meet the dawns in the morning, a place about whose inhabitants legends were constantly composed in the distant past. The Lilliputians living there were truly pure: their love for the rulers, it seems, was the unknown force that held this piece of land high above the sea; there was never anything selfish in their desires and actions, and so it has been for all ages. Who would have thought that even in such a holy place, thunder would strike one evening? No one expected that suddenly someone would climb onto the island, who could bring quite a few troubles with him.. However, the lilliputians, blindly believing in goodness, received the guest, almost with open arms, but only until they recoiled in panic fear, only seeing the sharp fangs of the parishioner..
Now, the silence in the steppe field was broken by the creaking of the wagon wheels; eerily nasty, but surprisingly, melodically suited to the swaying cart, slowly floating towards the royal castle, hiding the scarlet sunset behind it. The uninvited guest in the night, who had previously so greatly discouraged the local hard workers, was suddenly, for himself, seized and tied, and again, surprisingly, firmly, and the rope refused to break from his abrupt movements, accompanied by a dissatisfied growl. So it was decided right away - to catch the terrible creature and show the royal family that she had to immediately make a verdict: what to do with it now? Perhaps their fears are in vain, and they attacked the poor spontaneously..
It was now quite dark when the carriage stopped at the gates of the royal palace, which were illuminated only by two small torches, releasing pitch smoke high up, dissolving at the slightest breath of wind. The donkey, who had been dragging a cart with hard workers and a prisoner all the way on himself, snorted with exhaustion when at last the midgets who got out of there dragged out the mysterious guest, who was still growling softly to himself, like an angry predator.
The path leading to the entrance, although paved with beautiful Paradis marble, in some places has long been overgrown with grass around the edges, vegetation even made its way through the cracks in the slabs, but no one seems to have cared about it for a long time, and the slightest thing, such is the power of nature, which was really appreciated too much here. What an absurdity.. Around - long-overgrown shrubs that previously seemed to have been perfectly trimmed, and perhaps represented the majestic green figures of the rulers. Now, no one was watching it. The Royal Palace was like an oasis of laziness, among the whole sprawling city, suburbs.. All the same, elegant marble, on which mysterious symbols were now visible, carved images of historical events for the entire life of the island. What a fine work, even though the masters were not too lazy here, having created such beauty. It was impossible not to note what was inside the palace: the pale cold walls were decorated with tapestries, everything was flooded with the bright light of candles, the glitter reflected from all the gold that was there, and the carpet was so soft, as if it was woven from silk, however, too dense, shimmering from golden to silver. And so, the throne room, at the very end of which, on a high throne, sat a tiny girl with curly golden hair, like warm sun rays. Her kind, truly childish gaze was directed directly at the newcomers, looking in amazement at almost every centimeter of the unknown guest. The miniature queen, who really looked like a child about eight years old, no, like a porcelain doll with rosy cheeks and big eyes, folded her hands with velvet black gloves on her knees, letting out a surprised sigh.
- Oh, my God! Why is this nice gentleman tied up? - she exclaimed, as if preparing at any second to fly up from her seat like a light snow-white butterfly and approach an unknown animal trapped in a trap.
- Your Majesty Memory, this one.. A man appeared on the island about two hours ago, without warning! - one of the hard workers babbled.
The girl with the crown, from which small decorative horns protruded, only shook her head, tsking in time with her every movement.
- no, no, no, dear subjects, we do not treat guests in this way! He could be a lost traveler!
The bound man who had previously been on his knees, hanging his head down, either from endless irritation or from fatigue, after a long and dreary journey, discomfort in an almost immobilized position, now lifted her up, staring with bright golden eyes at the queen of midgets, making her shudder, from the animal savagery that was read in this look. On both sides of the throne stood two men whose headdresses vaguely resembled a deformed crown and tiara, whose faces were soaked with such icy sobriety that it was impossible not to feel this piercing cold. The blue-eyed blonde firmly grabbed the girl by the shoulder, as if seating her in a throne, not giving her a chance to move.
- X-Hollow .. he.. - said the little queen, trembling, but in response only received a disapproving look from him.
Memory was immediately grabbed by the other shoulder by a girl in a dark fluffy dress that resembled not only Hollow in outline, but also remotely the queen herself.
- be careful, Your Majesty, he looks at you like a hungry wolf. I swear he wouldn't have had any trouble attacking us. Just look at how big he is compared to you.
The uninvited guest only slyly grins at the exclamations of the nobility, still not taking his piercing gaze off them.
"Miss Eternity, you're absolutely right. Just look at his fangs, Your Majesty, he's definitely a werewolf! No, no! He is not a man at all, he is like a devil who appeared at night, on our little paradise island, armed with as many as two blades! - the second worker cried out, pointing his finger at the guest.
Hollow and Eternity exchanged glances, still with the same icy glances, as if, having understood each other and without words, the blond suddenly said in a serious tone, now without taking his cold eyes off the alleged threat.
- who are you, answer this minute.
- oh, don't you know? I'm even surprised! What a humiliation, not knowing who I am. I am the greatest of all in the world, a brave and courageous Dragon Hunter, from an icy peak, in the north of the mainland. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he began to praise himself in front of the members of the royal family.
"A dragon hunter, you say?" No wonder, because there have never been dragons on Paradise. So you're a brave knight, right? - with disbelief and a copy of the seriousness of her twin, Eternity squinted at the overseas hero.
"you're right, lady, as right as anyone. - the smile on his lips only grew wider, now definitely showing all three of his sharp fangs, as if hinting that he could really tear the tiny queen like a rag doll, leaving only white silk patches here and there, covered with blood.
- how do I address you, O brave warrior? Memory's naive childish smile reappeared on her face as she tilted her head slightly to one side, becoming covered with a slight blush.
- my name is Frederick, Your Majesty. I would appreciate it if you would order your ice dogs to untie me.
The little queen nodded in dismay, giggling to herself, immediately looking to the right, then to the left, seeing the shocked faces of her older brother and sister, after which she waved her hand to the hard workers who cut the ropes very quickly. Now freed, Frederick rose to his full height, looking directly into the eyes of Memory, still sitting on the tiny golden throne.
"don't you dare go near her. The twin on the left hissed.
The dragon hunter, slightly lowering his head down, looked at her from under his brows, still grinning, immediately begins to approach the trio with slow, but at the same time, measured steps, before stopping, slightly hovering over them.
"oh, Miss Eternity, right?, - the question takes the blonde by surprise that she can't utter a word, only her eyes darting back and forth as she steps back half a step, reluctantly nodding when the knight continues, - I think we'll get along with you.
And so, to the best of his cheeky behavior, he makes a mock bow, both to the queen herself and to the other two. It's amazing, because only Hollow and Eternity were in a daze, while Memory, as if she wasn't even 10 years old, began to clap her hands, laughing with a mischievous gleam in her golden eyes. He was too close, the whole bulky figure of the guest seemed to hint that he was the very danger, and any movement he made could have a detrimental effect on his younger sister.
- would you like to stay at the palace for the night, as an honored guest? - the queen of the midgets was ready again, about to jump up from her seat to approach the creature in front of her. She was attracted by everything that aroused genuine childish interest, exciting her imagination, as if she was just learning to explore the world; now, she could not take her eyes off the shining armor, shining eyes, predatory grin.. No, she was not afraid of this, even Frederick's height did not seem to matter to the baby, but he was almost twice as tall that she could only touch his beautiful pale face by standing with her legs on the throne and stretching a little forward, stepping from maniature heels to socks.
But as soon as the girl only pulled up the handle, clad in black velvet fabric, as Eternity suddenly pulled her down, trying with all her might to break their contact. The guest chuckled, speaking in a low, but arrogant tone, clearly, though not so loudly.
"if Her Majesty wishes it so, then I have no right to refuse such an opportunity. - the same smile shone on his face, and he still kept his eyes on Memory, as if fascinated, watching her every move, and how the older sister hides her behind herself. The answer from the little girl did not take long to wait, and here she is, grabbing a fluffy skirt, bowing to Frederick, putting one foot on a sock, as if showing off a shoe on it. This behavior will definitely amuse the knight, and he slightly covers his mouth with his hand, while the Eternity lunges at him, interrupting their sudden "nice conversation".
- so. Figured it out. I will escort the guest to his chambers, and I will observe his behavior.
- mm, Miss Eternity, I assure you, your excessive vigilance is nothing more than a simple absurdity on the basis of paranoia! I can swear that nothing will dare to happen while I'm here. After all, even so, I will be able to protect Her Majesty.. - he slightly raised his eyebrows, his smile was askew, and now, a wilder look fell from Memory to his current interlocutor. Frederick straightened up, stretching and straightening his red-and-white hair, into which jewelry was woven in some places. The eyes of the miniature queen, still peeking out from behind her older sister, once again shone with childish curiosity at the sight of golden beads and strings. However, as it was said earlier, Eternity hastened to escort the Dragon Hunter to his chambers in order to no longer allow him to be in the presence of the precious stone in the crown of their family - her little sister.
It was already late, and the main lady-in-waiting, fulfilling the tradition, as yesterday, the day before yesterday, and on other evenings, combing the gilded curls of the queen of midgets, stroking her head, and dressing her, preparing for bed.
"Ita," the girl suddenly whispered, and when she heard an interrogative "Hmm" in response, she continued, "why did you dislike Sir Frederick so much?"
Eternity hesitates, it seems, not wanting to answer such a sudden question, and looks away with blue eyes, with a long "well, uh...". Memory tilted her head to the side, putting her finger to her plump rosy cheeks, still staring at her sister in bewilderment.
- you see, he does not inspire confidence, neither by his behavior, nor by his appearance..
- why do you think that? - the queen flaps her eyes three times, only opening them wider when her head touches a soft pillow stuffed with down, and the maid of honor only corrects her curls by removing them from her face.
"I'm just worried for your safety, okay?" - the girl does not answer anything, only nods guiltily when now, with a warm, surprisingly, smile, they kiss her on the forehead with cold lips and whisper "Sleep sweetly, my little star..".
It had been dark for a long time, and the candle standing on the dressing table was burning down, however, Memory could not sleep, there was a slight excitement in her soul, but why? She could not find an answer, only mindlessly wandering through the dark corners of the room with her bright eyes. However, her attention was suddenly attracted by the mysterious creaking of the door of her chambers, and her gaze immediately darted in that direction, hoping to see an older sister or older brother on the threshold.. But, it wasn't them.
The girl stood up slightly, sitting down on the bed, squinting: there was clearly someone in the dark doorway, it was palpable, and then noticeable when a barely discernible tall silhouette, almost at the very top of the door frame, opened bright, shining yellow eyes in the semi-darkness. Frederick suddenly came into the room, with the same smile on his pale face, which in the semi-darkness now seemed only scarier, even though Memory had not noticed it before.
"Sir Frederick?" Is that you? - she said in a half-whisper, again flapping her golden eyes with increasing surprise, which covered all the anxiety.
"Oh, Your Majesty, are you awake?" So unexpectedly .., - his smile was strangely askew, and the look of his twinkling eyes immediately darted somewhere into a corner, or somewhere beyond this room, - may I ask what made you stay awake at such a late hour?
The tiny queen suddenly noticed for herself the strange, slightly twitchy behavior of the hunter: his body seemed to tremble slightly, especially when he closed the door, as if he could barely stand on his feet, besides, he kept licking his chapped lips.
- oh, I ... - the girl thought, looking away at the extinguished candle on the dressing table, and then put her finger to her cheek, thinking about the answer. Well, she can't say that she was thinking about all sorts of fictional nonsense, can she? No, it's out of the question, she's the queen, which means she can't think about something like that.
- just like that, I thought a little, and flew away with my thoughts far away, behind the clouds.. Memory drawled, now holding her hand high above her head, as if showing the sky stretching above her. The girl immediately giggled, with the same childishness, "why aren't you sleeping, sir?
The hunter, coming closer, again did not take his predatory gaze off her, a grin played again on his pale face, partly standing out in the semi-darkness.
- well.., - he seemed ready to sit on the edge of the girl's bed, - I'm not really used to sleeping at this time. You see, duty, everything is done.. I always need to be on the alert to hear a call for help, even a few miles away, and hurry to the poor man who fell into the clutches of bloodthirsty dragons.
Memory stared at him in awe with her mouth open, when he sat down next to her, she just moved closer to Frederick and whispered: "Really..?", he only nodded in response.
The girl, from true delight, squeaked, pulling the knight by his cloak.
- tell us about your exploits, sir! Please! Please! - she immediately puts the handles in the lock and shakes them a couple of times, so that the golden curls fall forward, blocking her view.
- yes, of course, Your Majesty, I... - he stretched out his hand to her face, pushing the curly strands behind her ear, however, Memory suddenly sighs in surprise. A small scratch appears on her plump, rosy cheek, from which blood begins to appear little by little, in small dark spots. His pupils are narrowing, to a state in which they could be compared to needles. Frederick once again ran his tongue over his lips, swallowing loudly, still not taking his eyes off the girl, and suddenly, he shuddered again, sighing raggedly..
- Ah.. - Memory grabbed the wound that appeared, immediately hiding it behind a pen, squinting from a sudden unpleasant sensation. Clearly there was something wrong, now, the girl realized it, when the dragon hunter puts his hands on her shoulders, digging his claws into her soft skin through the gloves, - what's the matter, sir..?
Her voice was trembling now, when Frederick leaned a little closer, not trying to normalize his broken breathing and still smiling crookedly, exposing sharp teeth.
- mm, Your Majesty.. Please forgive mine..behavior," he chuckled softly, moving only closer to Memory's dumbfounded face, licking his lips with such greed, as if she was an unattainable forbidden fruit that he was now too close.
- Hollow! Help me! - she was about to scream, but Frederick immediately put his hand over her mouth, which now only a soft moo could be heard from her. Tears welled up in her eyes and flowed down, forcing the girl to suffocate, and attempts to resist only aggravated the situation, because the hunter's claws tore her skin into blood.
- shhh, Your Majesty.. I don't tolerate noise, even the slightest..." his voice sounded alluring, sugary, as if manipulating her mind. However, fear still covered all her other emotions, but as soon as she jerked again, the hunter, with superhuman strength, pressed her even harder to the surface of the bed, as if wanting to push her inside the soft mattress, and then the creaking wooden frame.. After pausing for about a couple more moments, he only half-whispered "Memory..", this time first opening his mouth as before, and then wider, running a forked snake tongue over sharp fangs, leaving sticky traces of saliva on them, desire, indescribable passion burned in his eyes. For a second it seemed as if the hunter would simply swallow the miniature queen like a candy, after which he would grin again and .. forget?
There was no time to think at all. Cold drops of sweat dripped from the little girl's forehead, from each of her trembling, from each attempt to cry out. Frederick's claws only dug deeper into her back, shoulder and even lightly touched her neck, soaking her white dress, fluffy collar and her own gloves with Memory's blood. Finally, trying to pull herself together, when a couple of drops of sticky and nasty saliva of the hunter touched her forehead, and disgust overwhelmed her, the first thing that came to mind, seemingly absurd thought - to bite into his palm with tiny snow-white teeth. It was stupid to think that this would change anything, at least somehow save the tiny queen from imminent punishment.. Why is she being punished like this? After all, Memory has always been a model of purity and mercy, a loving sister and an excellent ruler. A quiet chuckle pulled out of the thought.
- you know, Your Majesty..., - Frederick reluctantly removed his hand from her lips, tearing the thick fabric from her grasp, immediately digging his claws into the rosy cheek and pulling it aside, as if enjoying a thin girlish squeak, which partly resembled ultrasound, - if I wanted, I would have long ago bit your head off. However, as you can see..." he highlights the word "maybe" with some strange reproach, immediately grinning low, "I still haven't done it yet.
The look, as well as the tone, partly resembled a lustful young man who tried to somehow stick to a beautiful girl, it's a pity that the situation was completely different. When the queen's vigilance was dulled only for a moment, Frederick grabbed her by the shoulders, lowering his clawed hands only lower, tearing her fancy lantern sleeves, throwing aside the bloody scraps of her dress.
- being a dragon hunter, I am ready to beg you for forgiveness, - he suddenly jerks up from the edge of the bed, raising Memory herself to the level of his grinning pale face, showering her with heated breath, a look full of desire ... - because I could not save your precious life from one of them!
That laughter again. It takes only a second to think, and here it is - a painful, terrible realization.. After all, it was not easy to have these golden horns hidden under a shock of red-white hair, a predatory look, piercing yellow eyes shining in the darkness, sharp claws, and a mouth full of sharp teeth.. How blind she was, all this time there was a dragon in front of her, who was only impatiently waiting for the queen to be left alone, without a sister and brother, without guards, who would sleep soundly at night. Now it was too late: her head was almost clamped by his fangs, her hair was stuck together from an impressive amount of her own blood mixed with his saliva, she could only stare down his throat, waiting for her last breath, not even accompanied by a scream or another fading squeak. Will her tears give her a richer taste? Or will they still spoil such an exquisite taste? Who knows if the dragons eat a queen for dinner, if they kidnap them, or princesses in every fairy tale, now it was clearly not so important.. Fairy tales always end with a good ending, and this thought in Memory's head ended as suddenly as it appeared, Frederick suddenly began to squeeze his jaws, which caused a muffled crunch of the skull, and then getting louder, moving to her neck. It seems that he still changed his mind about swallowing the queen whole, deciding to stop, for a start, on the bitten head.. Blood, like a waterfall, gushed down, both from his lips and from the now decapitated calf, covering the armor and clothes of the dragonborn knight with a thin viscous layer of scarlet liquid. The hollow sound of the drops echoed through Memory's chambers. It seems that her death will remain unsolved for some time, however, it will not be for long. The feast was not over yet, the tiny queen was just a dessert, for some reason eaten before dinner. All that was left of her were scraps of a white dress, now dyed red and hidden far into the darkness under the bed. Frederick sat down again on the edge of the bed where he had been sitting earlier, licking the blood from the metal elements of the clothes on his hands, sucking it out of the black fabric of the gloves. After running his snake tongue over his lips again, he opened his eyes wider, as if from a sharp, piercing surprise, caught himself thinking that it really wasn't enough, he was still hungry.
The clatter of shoes on the floor and the soft tinkling of metal, these were the only sounds echoing through the deserted corridor of the palace. However, even this could not distract the ice Guardian from thinking about non-existent worlds and mystical creatures there. Hollow, clutching a quill pen in his hand, bent over an open book, where the pages were still empty. It seems that he sometimes fell into a dream, fixated on fantasy, but then, when the ink dripped onto the red paper, leaving another blob there, he suddenly shuddered, ceasing to nod off for a couple of moments. It is not surprising that the prince did not notice how the door to his chambers opened slightly, the candle flame twitched from a sudden breeze. Frederick, not daring to disturb the guard, only patiently watched the actions of the latter, biting his lower lip. The whole figure of Hollow, and beckoned, certainly stronger than tiny Memory, who seemed very young, no, the prince clearly seemed more appetizing to the hunter. He would have remained unnoticed by the predator, if at some point, the sleepy prince did not turn his head in his direction, slowly blinking his eyes in turn, saliva dripped down on one of the corners of his lips. Right, he was clearly sleeping on the move. This was to the advantage of the dragon hunter, who immediately crossed the threshold of the room, closing the door, without any need to slam it or slide the latch on it, approached the desk. The candle flame danced again, casting bizarre shadows on the walls. Hollow, propping his cheek with an icy hand, tilted his head to the side, showing a narrowed tired look and a slight smile spreading across his face.
"by what fates, sir?" So late, and you, in the glare of the moon, like a hungry wolf, are watching me like a rabbit in a clearing ... - such a clear, similar comparison touched Frederick, making him smile nervously, igniting a slight surprise in Hollow's eyes. No, he couldn't guess his intentions, not so easy!
The prince, staggering, rises with sudden abruptness from the upholstered chair, grabbing the edge of the table, just not to fall. The gaze of these bottomless, cold blue eyes immediately rushes upwards, lazily, but with a noticeable desire, looking at almost every centimeter of Frederick's pale face, and then takes a neat, sneaking step.
- how much fear is in your gaze.. - he says in a half-whisper, throwing the feather somewhere to the side, like a hateful thing, trying to fix the tiara in his hair, but only ruffling them more. The breath is lost and Hollow, quietly grinning, looks away, only for a moment to cover her eyes, continuing with a quiet moo.
"like you're hiding something, Frederick, isn't that right?" - the dragon hunter staggers back. Although Hollow seems drunk and weak, his behavior was clearly alarming that nothing could be said in response. After all, only a couple of hours ago, he stood like an ice block, unshakably looking down at Frederick, with withering hatred. What happened to him now?
- I liked you right away, sir, you don't have to try to lie about your secret desires. I am not at all alien to the desire for such close danger.. Imminent death.. Oh, how it excites my mind, stronger than the ivy drug, better than any fantastic story..
"what do you want, Hollow?" - taken aback by such speeches, Frederick said, it seems, gradually getting involved in this verbal game, which sounded like viscous, sweet honey, also alluring. Now, the predator was not the dragon hunter, but the prince luring him to himself, still smiling stupidly, as if he had never been able to do this. One thing was clear, the reason for this behavior of the best royal knight was not excessive drowsiness at all, but the intoxicating smell of ivy branches, which really had an effect, as if it were a powerful drug.
Hollow staggered closer to Frederick, staring now from under his brows, embarrassed.
- I want to be like the hero of a novel.. After all, you came to me, and obviously not out of good intentions.. You are revealed by a predatory grin .., - the prince threw his head back, the tiara falls to the floor with a clang, however, without attracting his attention at all, because his eyes almost roll up either from thoughts or from maddening pleasure, - what was your plan, Frederick? Don't you dare just lie, I want to know what will become of my mortal body..
The dragonborn knight unexpectedly sighs, leans closer to the Hollow and he instantly stared into his eyes, as if through them, right into the depths of a sticky and vile soul, if there was one at all.
- well, sir, I'll be honest ... - he began to speak in a sweet half-whisper again, which made the ice prince slightly embarrassed, - I was thinking about eating you..
Hollow burst out laughing, still not stopping his laughter, only twitching, as if in convulsions, when he suddenly clung to Frederick's body, pressing his icy hands and cheek against the metal armor on his chest.
"eat it?" Me? - the laughter continued again, interrupted only for seconds, when the prince began to choke, his behavior more and more resembled hysteria, now seriously confusing the hunter, - come on, what are you waiting for? My guesses were correct again...
The tone changed again, adding a drop of excitement to the trembling voice, when Hollow, still clinging to the knight, slid down, completely kneeling in front of him, as if wanting to be humiliated by a sudden night guest.. Frederick suddenly grins, it seems that although this was not part of his plans, he was not at all against it. Suddenly, he puts his foot on Hollow's shoulder, pushing him to the floor, but the prince, taken aback, rests his hands on the floor, being in an uncomfortable position.
"what a humiliation, sir, isn't it? - the hunter supports the prince's chin with the pointed toe of his shoes, showing mockery of the royal guard with his whole appearance, but immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise. Hollow, in response to rude taunts, opens his mouth, suddenly running his tongue along the knight's shoe, leaving a glistening wet trail on the glossy black surface that stretched from his lips with a thin flexible thread.
"you're right.. How low it is.. Oh, what a shame for me..
Frederick bends down, with a tenacious clawed grip, lifting him from the floor by the white ironed collar, almost with force, throwing him on the table, scattering all the papers, books and the extinguished candle to the sides, creating only unnecessary noise. Hollow sighs loudly and long, turning into a quiet moan.
- how rude.., - he suddenly grins, when the dragon hunter looms over him, not taking the burning gaze of golden eyes from his confused, exhausted face, - although.. If you think about what intentions you came to me with.. Ah, it's easier not to think..
The prince suddenly, with a wide smile, spreads his arms to the sides, trying to reach the silky white strands of Frederick's hair.
- do not hesitate, sir, as you can see - the table is set, and the main course has already been served..
- really so immediately? Won't you even try to push me away, calling the guards for help? The dragonborn knight closes his eyes for a moment.
- push away? Oh no, I don't need it at all.., - rolling her eyes drunkenly again, Hollow lowers her hands, running them along her body, trembling from each touch, - curiosity is eating me too much.. Kill me as if I am a fallen hero, only eager to be saved from you..
Frederick puts his palm on the prince's icy cheek, and he immediately caresses, causing only a grin with a drop of pity. It's not right for a royal person to behave in this way, harassing her excited, ivy-drugged mind with stupid vulgar fantasies, only romanticizing impending doom. The dragon Hunter bent over Hollow's face, almost touching it with the tip of his nose, greedily sniffing the barely warm flesh. No more than the food, this time served so exquisitely. The heated breath blows over the prince's face when Frederick, making a small lunge back, as if about to get down on one knee, touched his second cheek with warm lips, just opening his mouth over it, then slowly runs his tongue over it, opening his mouth only wider, like a snake. Hollow held his breath for a moment, watching the hunter's actions with genuine interest. No, there was no fear at all, only more and more excitement. Biting his lower lip, he finally removes his hands from the tight fabric of the clothes on his torso, shifting his icy palms onto Frederick's shoulders, and then, unexpectedly for him, wraps his legs around his body, clasping them behind his back, as the force allowed.
- don't prolong the pleasure, I will definitely lose the taste .., - whispers Hollow, thrusting his chest forward, not stopping flirting with the one who was really going to kill him.
The game really caused more trouble, although it seemed good at first glance. This knight has not yet felt on himself when he disobeyed the rule given by his mother once: "Do not dare to play with food." Frederick clawed at Hollow's sides with his hands, digging his claws through the clothes right into the skin, leaving holes on the white fabric, around which a little warm bloody traces were already appearing. The pain caused the prince no other reaction than hysterical laughter, no, not filled with suffering, filled with desire.
- act, please, faster.. - to requests mixed with brief groans, the hunter stretches the thin fabric to the sides, tearing it apart, only injuring the prince's body more with his claws. Again that crooked smile at the sight of blood. Definitely, the hunger has not disappeared anywhere, now only more wild desire has been added. Hollow wasn't like a tiny Memory, he was clearly more appetizing, at least in appearance. The dragon hunter squeezes his chest with a firm grip, squeezing out more and more scarlet liquid from the bleeding wounds. The prince only clings with his fingers to the cold metal on Frederick's shoulders, making another loud moan, now with a small portion of pain, slightly wincing, but immediately in excited surprise opens his eyes as wide as possible: the tormentor, after waiting only a couple of seconds, buried his nose in the scratched white chest, without stopping squeezing the flesh in his clawed paws, suddenly at all, began to greedily lick the blood, tearing the flesh only harder, getting under the skin with a long tongue, biting it in some places, as if it would bite off a couple of considerable pieces of such a fine delicacy.
It is only noteworthy that, no matter how it seems that this is a simple sick fantasy of Hollow, who wants to satisfy Frederick, the hunter actually suddenly bit into the soft, slightly warm flesh with his fangs, tearing the soft tissues more and more, until he still tears out a piece of meat, however, for greater enjoyment, he does not even chew swallowing it greedily. The prince, although not himself, only makes a strangled little cry, almost choking when another considerable piece is torn off from him, as if he was a cake that they did not even dare to cut into pieces, so as not to share with someone else.
- may I ask you.. A little bit.. Be careful..?" Hollow stammered, breathing raggedly every other time, barely keeping his eyes open, just to hold back tears from the unbearable pain tormenting his little body. Frederick raised his head, as if without emotion, with a certain wildness in his eyes, slowly licking blood from his upper lip. The prince shudders at this look of the hunter, who now really looked like a hungry wolf, who was distracted from the process of tearing the victim apart.
Of course, there was no answer, because the dragonborn knight again bit into the skin of the ice guard, biting off only more meat, finally exposing snow-white ribs, with tendons gnawed in some places. Yes, Frederick couldn't swallow Hollow like Memory, that was partly the problem: there was more blood on the floor, furniture, and on himself, and he had to think where to hide the naked skeleton. Now his thoughts were clearly clogged with something of this, his head was empty, the feeling of hunger was overwhelmed by another wave of madness. Frederick suddenly came to his senses when he touched his lips with the barely breathing prince, once again, climbing with a snake tongue where it was not necessary, not just licking the blood from Hollow's icy face, but only mixing it with his saliva, as if diluting even that, countless of it. The prince's eyes were already closed, salty-tasting tears were also smeared on his cheeks, mixing with a scarlet sticky liquid, when the hunter, no longer expecting to hear a hoarse sigh from the victim again, bit harder into his throat, tearing the whitish trachea, similar in consistency to ordinary cartilage, enjoying the muffled crunch of vertebrae on his teeth. Memory's older brother, like herself, was now dead, his body was now a mess of flesh here and there, broken bones exposed here and there, in some places covered with rags, now red clothes. Yes, unlike the tiny queen, he suffered much more, although at first and by virtue of his pleasure, almost to the end romanticizing the approaching death. Wiping the blood from his face, Frederick hears the soft creak of the door opening; he, also hovering over the remains of the prince, turns his head with silent surprise, slightly tilting it to the side, still smiling crookedly, as at the time of his arrival. On the threshold, with a candle in her hand, stood Miss Eternity, who shuddered from shock, but did not move from her place when the dragon hunter, leaning on the table with his hands, rose from his seat, not taking the same predatory gaze off the girl..