The bliss that enveloped his mind spilled out, he decided
to take a look at what was happening, seeing himself floating
in a semi-dark space, pierced by lights, along with the syrinx
with shining eyes, looking at him point-blank. Unusual
feelings overwhelmed Jamien so much that he himself rushed
to kiss Liorif, who in response generously shared his magic
that penetrated his body, after which consciousness left him.
He woke up in the arms of a vampire, slyly watching him.
"How does it feel, sweetie?"
Jamien realized that they were both lying naked under a
light blanket and was alarmed, throwing off someone's hands.
"What's happened?" Liorif drawled mockingly.
"More recently, you were drowning in my caress. Admit
that you felt good with me."
"What else did we do besides kissing?" Jamien asked
suspiciously, carefully weighing his bodily sensations, and
jumped up looking for his clothes.
"Nothing, my gentle, just hugs," Liorif chuckled softly.
"But you undressed me and you are naked! God, what size
are you?"
"You threw everything off yourself when you got excited,
and I supported your desire."
"I can't recall what happened!" Jamien muttered angrily.
"But I remember how you were not against my love and
purred with pleasure, responding to my passion."
"Go away," Jamien mumbled in fright, clutching the
blanket to himself.
Liorif slowly got up from the bed, dressed on his robe and
said:
"Why are you so embarrassed? Nothing to be ashamed of!
Everything was wonderful! Tomorrow you will see the results
of our merger. I will come again over ten days."
Jamien was seized by conflicting feelings: due to stupid
envy of his friend, former pilot of starship Denris, who in a
short time gained the magical power of materialization in
contact with the Queen Bee of syrinxes, but he had to lie down
under a giant vampire.
He began to examine the tips of his fingers, although the
appearance of magic was promised only on next day.
"What an idiot am I?" Jamien scolded himself. "Now I'm
not straight anymore! And these winged ones would look for
a date with me! And the prince Denris remains straight, using
only the favour of the Queen. So pathetic…"
He recalled how the former pilot of space ark ship Denris
returned from his first date rejuvenated, having lost half his
age and with the magic of creation in his hands.
"Where did you be all this time? You have changed,
become so slender and younger," Jamien rushed to him,
clapping on the shoulder his friend in a luxurious velvet long
green tunic with gold ornaments. "They dressed you up like a
prince..."
"So we are all princes here. Yes, I look like an idiot even
without any underwear," Denris muttered sadly. "All the hair
on my body fell out, what kind of man am I after this?"
Everyone laughed together:
"Yes, we noticed that too... Strange changes happened to
us. Even the beard stopped growing."
"We are turning into syrinxes, as we were promised."
"It seems that you are the Queen's favourite," concluded
Jamien. "Why did she choose you for her pleasures?"
"I don't know, everything was like a dream. The Queen
Bee almost completely absorbed my mind, I was like a toy for
her. But there's nothing to complain about, being intimate
with her was amazing. The kisses are fantastic to the point of
fainting. Drowned in her wings. I've never met such women.
An alien in every sense. I had no idea that such bliss could
exist..."
Jamien smiled contentedly.
"Why then do you look the unfortunate man like this?"
"What do you think? I can't come to my senses. My will
was completely suppressed. I didn't want any of this," Denris
said bitterly. "They brought me into the bedroom and did not
let me out of submission. And I have always dominated
women."
"They took advantage of you, it seems," concluded Jamien.
"And the princesses and I also contacted closely. Everyone
liked it, unreal euphoria. I've never experienced anything like
it. They are all flawless, their appearance and bodies are
perfect, some are pregnant, but it doesn't matter at all. And
these snow-white wings hugging the body still give me
goosebumps. There are twenty of them, and there are four of
us, you can even choose. Yukhair was almost torn into pieces,
and where our senior assistant is now, we can only guess. He
turned out to be too exotic for these mistresses: dark curls
and skin turned them on so much. There are three of us left
here, taking a break from the stormy nights. I never thought
that I would live like this. Lots of fun and no worries."
"And what's good about that?" Denris drawled sadly.
"Being a slacker and a sex toy. I miss some work, even just the
food that we were deprived of when we were given
immortality. No former bodily needs remained. You don't
even need to wash the body. And you can't swim in the water
at all. It was difficult to imagine what awaited us on an alien
planet. I was ready for any difficulties: to survive in cruel
natural conditions, to fight terrible monsters, to eat all sorts
of nonsense that made my stomach ache. I was worried that I
would have to win a place in the sun, but we ended up in a
blooming paradise with lustful angels. There was no such wild
fantasy in my head."
"What's wrong with your hands?" Jamien was alarmed.
Denris unfolded his palms, noticing with amazement the
glowing sparks at his fingertips.
"What it is?" He whispered.
"These are the same magical powers that we were told
about," the dumbfounded Jamien guessed, examining his
hands. "I do not have that. Of course, I didn't spend time with
the Queen Bee..."
Denris stared at his palms, bringing them together and
spreading them apart. The sparks began to move, connecting
into small balls with each other and forming spiral curls. The
guys in the room perked up and rushed to marvel at the
performance.
"How it works?"
"You have to imagine what you want to create!" Jamien
suggested.