A look of puzzlement flashed across Denris's face and an
ordinary white ball appeared between his palms, which
immediately fell to the floor and flattened to flapjack.
"What was it?" Jamien asked in confusion, disgustedly
examining his friend's spontaneous creativity. "Something
inorganic. At least it doesn't stink and it's good."
"I didn't got what I was up to," Denris blurted out and
pointed his hands down.
The sparks swirled and formed into a dim light plasmoid,
which flared up upon contact with the creation and burned it,
leaving nothing behind.
"Wow!" The comrades loudly admired. "This is magic!
Amazing!"
Denris's mood, excited by his tricks, improved noticeably,
and he jumped out of his chair, rejoicing at his unexpected
ability to transform matter. Under envious glances, he began
to create some objects and destroy them, enjoying the end
result. The satisfied smile did not leave his face for a long
time; it seemed that the magical reward compensated for all
his moral torment.
"Is it all real?" Denris fascinatedly stroked his hands,
which emitted the smallest sparks of light. "Incredible!"
"How can I get to the Queen Bee?" Jamien was puzzled,
watching the magical manifestation.
"Maybe you're not tasty enough for her?" Denris chuckled
mockingly. "Don't forget that there are still men who will like
you. I can introduce you to a mage. He will reward you from
the bottom of his heart."
"It's not funny, Denris!" Jamien muttered, nervously
smoothing out the folds of his unusual attire. "I don't sleep
with men."
"I don't either, but they are… and I'm sure they will come
for you soon."
***
The newly minted wizard Denris did not even suspect that
his dates with the Queen Bee would continue on a regular
basis. However, Ellamyria was not limited to just his presence
in the bedroom. Her hot looking husband, the black-winged
blue-eyed Gedeon, remained naked, imposingly sitting on a
huge bed.
Denris was greatly stressed by this, and he looked at him
anxiously through fluffy white wings, while he bestowed
caresses on the beautiful Queen.
"Why is your husband here?" Denris asked softly, fearing
some kind of push from Gedeon.
"You don't like him? This is the most handsome man in
Illuria."
"Only women cause me desires..." the prince tried to
protect himself and was gagged with a deep kiss.
Denris could not resist the whims of Ellamyria and was
cautious in dealing with Gedeon, who accompanied him after
the date to settlers' tower.
"Are you afraid of me?" Denris heard a question behind
one day.
"No! Why would I?" He grunted in response, wrapping
himself in a thick cloak.
"You… are not talking to me."
"It annoys me that you sit next to us and watch. And naked
too!"
"Do you want my participation?" Gedeon chuckled.
"What?" An outraged protest broke out. "No! I'm not
attracted to men."
"Relax! I'm not going to touch you. My presence in this
form is the desire of my wife for the thrill. She likes that I'm
around and it also turns me on a little."
"Perverts!" Denris hissed hollowly, picking up his pace on
the way home.
"Oh, why are you calling names? Bathed in pleasure and
so grouchy. By the way, I noticed that you like to google my
body."
"It's just that I've never seen anything like that ..." Denris
found an excuse. "Too perfect body for a guy."
"Well, then calmly enjoy erotica, if you like my look, only
without this feigned hypocrisy. You know, I have plenty of
persons to have fun with, I don't need to force you to be close."
"Do you sleep with men?"
"Why such suspicions? I have a whole harem of
princesses. I have long been fed up with intimacy and it's not
easy to excite me anymore."
"What kind of conversations are between us, two guys?"
Denris continued to snort. "I'm not interested in what you
have there ... the issues…"
"You started it! If you asked me about poetry or music, I
would also support the conversation."
"Can you sing?"
"Everyone can what's so strange?"
"I've never been into this."
"What is your hobby?"
"Drawing…"
"Ah, an artist? So an aesthete. Hmm, can you draw my
portrait if I impress you so much with my appearance?"
"You have to pose then," Denris said thoughtfully.
"Yes, yes, I agree to pose. Draw me!"
The stickiness of the young royal, who paid a lot of
attention to him, slightly surprised the prince: Gedeon always
found an excuse to cross paths with him, dropping into the
tower of settlers, as if on business.
He grabbed him by the shoulder with his clawed hand and
dragged him into the living room, picturesquely perched on
an elegant sofa.
Denris had to use a bunch of art supplies created with his
newfound magic to please a picky customer.
"Um… You are really good at drawing, but let's try another
pose, even more expressive," Gedeon wished, looking at the
finished image and smiling dazzlingly.
"I got the impression that you are bored with posing... Do
you mind wasting time on this?"
"At this time, I enjoy watching your concentrated look.
You are really fascinated by this process. This is interesting!"
"Don't you have any other artists you know?"
"Of course I have! I was drawn many times without my
presence."
"And who?"
"Admirers."
"What? In terms of? Do princesses draw you?"
"And they, and others."
"Men?"
"Hah, does that surprise you? Guys fall in love with me and
fantasize about me..."
"I don't want to hear this," Denris shook his head as he
delved into the new sketch.
Gedeon frowned and was silent for a long time, looking at
the artist at work.
"You got grown hair, a beautiful graphite color. Why did
you wear short hair before?"
"It's so usual on my planet, all men cut their hair short so
as not to look feminine, and it's inconvenient to look after:
washing, drying, combing, there are plenty of other things to
do to survive. How do you not get in the way of such long
hair?"
"They have always been like this, since childhood. They
are slippery and do not get tangled, straying into strands and,
in general, they are beautiful, don't you think?"
Denris nodded his head, keeping his eyes on his drawing
tablet.
"Please don't cut yours," Gedeon advised. "Please grow your hair to
shoulders. Ladies like romantic men. Here they do not
consider feminine, most of the population with long hair."
"I noticed. One thing is not clear to me, why is there so
much attention to us, aliens, when there are a lot of handsome
men around? I get a lot of invitations on a date and not only
from princesses."
"And how are your dates?"
"Not bad, the girls are very beautiful and gentle, what I
like."
"It's boring…" Gedeon drawled in a creaky voice.
"Tired of posing?"
"No, girls are boring. I like hanging out with you."
"Don't you have any friends?"