6.2

Cheteng stood thoughtfully for a long time while Lariel created a soft beds for his sons.

"Could you help us not as a healer?" The leader asked uncertainly.

"Yes, I will help you get out of the caves, I know how to build good houses."

"I'm talking about something else... Our women really want to have children. Could you be closer with them?"

"Oh, I feel somehow uneasy, I've only just arrived to you... and you're already offering your women to me," - Lariel became embarrassed. - "You ask them first, maybe they won't like me."

"How can you not like," - Cheteng grinned. - "They actually dropped their jaws when they saw you. When we came to visit the Queen, we looked at syrinxes men, we were shocked their appearance! And are you all magicians?"

"Yeah, kind of…"

The next morning, Lariel with kids hurried out of the caves - it was necessary to build temporary house. He began to level the construction site and noticed that many young women were watching him. They stood here and there in small groups, whispering and giggling.

He straightened up and looked back at one flock of girls: they rushed into the scattering. Then he saw Elima approaching him. Her long hair and

 smooth shiny wings swayed in the warm wind.

"Sorry, they interfere with your work. I will help you with your kids… look after the baby."

"Thank you, but you don't need to feed them. Just play with them and make sure they don't run too far."

"They are so cute, what a joy it is to raise such little ones!"

The girls stopped watching the syrinx and turned their attention to Ekiloren, playing catch-up with him.

By evening, he completed a small house with two bedrooms and a living room and put his tired sons to bed in one room.

"What a wonderful house! You built it so quickly, it's amazing!" - Cheteng and Elima stood frozen on the threshold. - "You didn't like the caves?"

"I love the space and generous light of the star Ruah, I can't be in close

 quarters, sorry. You will appreciate later how good it is to live in the spacious houses with gardens that I will build for you," - Lariel stretched his tired hands.

"Maybe you won't put all your energy into construction for now," - Cheteng said with a mischievous smile. "Have you seen how many girls came to look at you?"

"Oh, Cheteng, you're talking about this again..." the syrinx shook his head.

"About a hundred and everyone wants kids like yours."

"Huh… Too many of them!"

"You choose one for now."

"In our society, women choose men," - Lariel did not know how to politely refuse.

Elima exchanged glances with her husband, and he nodded to her. She approached the syrinx and said:

"Lariel, I choose you, become the father of my child."

 He froze, looking in confusion at the winged woman and her husband.

"I'll do everything myself if I'm not attractive to you,"- she looked hopefully into the eyes of the syrinx.

Cheteng smiled and left the house. Elima took Lariel by the hand and led him into the spare room. He decided to submit to her persistence and did not reject the exotic winged woman who so wanted to have offspring from him.

She turned out to be very experienced in love: her skillful caresses caused a strong thrill in his body and excitement. No one has ever served him like this before. He shared his crystal with her with all his passion, dissolving in a prolonged ecstasy. Elima waited until the syrinx fell asleep and left his house with a satisfied smile.

The next day, Lariel decided to continue construction work and drew up a plan for the new city. The inhabitants of the caves willingly came to communicate with the syrinx, offering him their help. He instructed them to mark out and clear sites for future homes.

Winged girls constantly flew past, looking at what their handsome guest and his children were doing. Everyone was wondering what was going on.

 The charming syrinx burst into their fading life and made everything revolve around itself.

Cheteng persisted with his offer and brought another woman to Lariel in the evening. Syrinx wanted to refuse, but the winged lady cast such a passionate look at him that he did not dare to reject her, remembering the unforgettable caresses of Elima.

This happened all the time: during the day he was engaged in construction of new house, and in the evening a new fan was waiting for him in the house with the desire to have a child.

Lariel lost count of how many skilled mistresses he had, but he was flattered that they so passionately wanted children from him, and he got the taste. Soon, to his delight, he discovered that he sensed about twenty new vibrations of the embryos and shared the news:

"I need a break. Maybe twenty conceived ones is enough?"

"Do you think all these women and Elima are pregnant?" - The leader was surprised at his statement. - "Why so confident?"

 "I feel the radiation from my crystals, they are all started to grow."

"Since you are so prolific, why do you need a break? Do not stop. There is no need to deprive others of hope."

Lariel bathed in the adoration of women; he encountered their inviting glances everywhere he went. Moreover, the peace-loving men of this tribe did not experience any hostility or jealousy towards him; they looked at him with admiration, as if he were a God who had descended to them from heaven to bestow upon them his divine offspring and unimaginable miracles. Every evening they pampered him with a massage and carefully combed his long hair, tangled from dusty work.

 "Lariel... Lariel..." whispered his passionate fans, gathered around. "You are so beautiful and talented! Be our King! You are our incredible God! Stay live with us..."

Syrinx closed his eyes blissfully, to his surprise allowing everyone to touch him.

He easily created the necessary household items for them, instantly cured them of colds, and gave practical advices. Everyone felt his care.

People often asked him how long he would stay with them, and were sincerely pleased with the answer that he liked living with them.

When Lariel began to settle them in the houses he had built, the inhabitants of the caves did not believe their luck. It had never occurred to them before how much more pleasant it would be to live in spacious dwellings under the blue sky and gentle luminary, without hiding in dark, stuffy caves. The appearance of the black-wingged began to change, their gray, emaciated faces became rounded, tanned and prettier, and their wings turned brown from the sun, losing their resinous color. Even their clothes became more elegant, and one day it seemed to Lariel that he was living among his own people, who had his favorite winged girls. He felt like the Master of this area and the father of a new nation, especially when it became obvious how many women were pregnant from him.

Lariel was so carried away by creating his local paradise that he did not notice that more than five decades had passed.