The new day does not promise anything special and

Jamien alone resting after a night of romance with one of the

princesses lay lazy in bed.

After many years in cold space on an ark ship, he really

liked his new life among the luxury of a harem with gorgeous

winged women who knew how to have fun without any

restrictions or obligations.

It's a dream to find yourself in such sweet captivity while

significantly rejuvenating your age, but today an unexpected

and dangerous guest came to him without any warning.

"I am Duke Liorif," a white-winged, slender syrinx

introduced himself, sparkling with bright citrine eyes,

entered his room.

Dressed in a long dark robe with high slits on the sides, he

looked around in a businesslike manner.

"How did you get into our tower?" The frightened Jamien

was indignant, jumping up in bed. "No one is allowed to visit

us without a special invitation, especially vampire!"

His eyes darted helplessly, meticulously examining the

impeccable appearance of the intruder, who smiled

enigmatically, not taking his eyes off him.

"Don't worry so much! I want to befriend you."

The syrinx sat down relaxed in the chair opposite, shaking

his bare foot, and Jamien constrictedly spoke out:

"I know about your friendship. You squeeze me to the

point of fainting. I don't sleep with men, you got the wrong

address."

Liorif laughed heartily and said in an insinuating voice:

"And have you tried? Maybe you'll like it."

"I'm not even going to. Why do I need it?" Jamien replied

indignantly, wrapping himself more tightly in the bedspread,

appreciating with horror the sharpness of the long white

claws on the vampire graceful hands.

"Do you dream of gaining magical power as soon as

possible, as your friend Denris? I can give you it in exchange

for your mana. It's very nice and not at all in the way you

imagine."

"I can't imagine it at all, especially with you. You are a

hefty winged man with fangs and claws… and me… I love

tender women."

"I can be gentle with you. What difference does it make

how much bigger I am than you? And what if I'm a man? You

don't like my looks?"

"I'm straight and it doesn't matter how you look. You're

handsome, but I'm not into guys."

Liorif smiled contentedly and whispered:

"Ow! So I still have a chance, since you find me attractive."

Jamien shook his head in annoyance and replied:

"One thing is clear to me: you have your own special

attitude, we are from different planets and I look at things

familiar to you in a different way."

"I offer you an exchange of energies, I don't know what

you are afraid of? Try it, you have gained immortality and you

will not die from it. It is not painful and pleasant."

Jamien frowned and fell into a stupor. He was never made

such a strange offer, although his friend Denris warned that

one day he would be approached with a similar request.

A blond man with a sly smile sat quietly and waited for his

answer.

"You're not deceiving me?" Jamien squinted. "What kind

of magic will I have and how soon?"

"Tomorrow you will start creating if you agree to have the

merger with me now. I promise!

"What do you mean by "merger"? Will you only kiss me?"

Liorif derisively nodded his head showing his sharp teeth.

"Try it and you will realize that you are refusing in vain."

"Why did I get your attention? I'm not handsome and fresh

as you."

Vampire laughed ironically and replied:

"I appreciate your stuffing, so to speak… and not only you,

ex humans attract me. Agree, and you will catch new

sensations. Don't be afraid of my size, I won't hurt you or

crush you. I will be gentle and delicate."

"Okay, but I don't know anything about how to do all this,

so everything is under your leadership," Jamien agreed

reluctantly.

Vampire started up and immediately jumped up to him.

Jamien recoiled back, not expecting such a quickness.

"You'll like it!" Liorif with a predatory sparkling eyes

immediately pulled him and dug into his lips.

Jamien closed his eyes, tensing in horror that he was being

kissed by a giant man, but then he caught himself thinking

that he was receiving breathtaking pleasure from the long

tongue penetrating into his mouth and elastically tightening

lips. The giant smelled of fresh mint and, despite the feeling

that the vampire almost is eating him like a cupcake… it was

not revulsion, and when thin long fingers gently slipped over

his face and body, he noticed that he was not disgusted and he

surrendered to previously unknown feelings, not daring to

touch the vampire who was obviously infatuated, judging by

his indiscreet moans, draining the mana from his partner's

chest.

Liorif seized his palms and clung tightly to him, wrapping

her legs and wings around him. Jamien was allowed to catch

his breath a little and the insatiable lips dug into him again.