"Dark Elves - 03 - Salvation" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mykles Jet)

them. They wore very little by way of clothing, both having adapted to the raedjour habit of
dress, or lack thereof. Each woman wore a loose skirt wrapped around her waist and soft-
soled slippers. Diana also wore white leather restraints about her wrists that matched the
high, laced collar about her neck, but these she wore more as jewelry than for their obvious
intent.

УI do enjoy it,Ф Gala said, smoothing a hand over her bare belly, Уbut it does get to be a
bit tedious after awhile.Ф

One whole cycle and a half of seasons theyТd lived among the raedjour. According to
what theyТd been told, they were now more than halfway through their pregnancies;
perhaps the equivalent of a human woman at seven months. The extra constitution they
gained from the raedjour traits that had taken over their bodies helped them to endure the
length of their pregnancies, but it didnТt help much with the awkwardness. Diana, who had
practiced with Salin on sword work a full four seasons into her pregnancy, was now quite
close to going insane from boredom. And, since she didnТt get along well with any of the
other women, Gala was the one who heard about it.

УLetТs go to the main arena,Ф Diana suggested. УMaybe Fallil is performing.Ф

Gala smiled. УThat might be nice.Ф

УOr maybe thereТll be wrestling!Ф

Gala laughed. Diana did so love to see the elves wrestle. Namely because they did so
naked and the winner was rewarded by publicly fucking the loser. Gala had been shocked
when sheТd first seen it, but Diana had been entranced. Although she wouldnТt admit it, she
looked for any and all opportunities to see the matches.


Gala was about to agree when the main door to the suite opened. She and Diana looked
up to see Hyle enter.

Gala could not help the wide grin that curved her lips. It was always the case when she
beheld her truemate. Her man was not as tall nor as slimly built as most of his race and he
seemed to have the roundness of youth despite his four hundred cycles of age. As per usual,
his waist-length snowy-white hair fell loose down his back except for twin braids at his
temples, which kept the hair from his face. His slanted red eyes focused warmly on her as he
stepped across the threshold.

DianaТs truemate, Commander Salin, entered the room behind him, his huge, muscular
body dwarfing the younger man. Before him was a human girl. Of a height with Hyle, she
looked perhaps fifteen cycles of age, with long brown hair pulled back from her face except
for the long bangs that shadowed dark blue eyes. Salin propelled her gently into the room,
one big hand planted on her shoulder. Her pert little mouth was drawn into an uncertain
frown, the bottom lip caught between her teeth. A halter top was tied about her
underdeveloped breasts, and snug trousers covered her coltish legs, tucked into soft-soled
boots.

GalaТs interest perked. She began the arduous task of pushing her pregnant body from