Chapter 5. Fallen City

City.

I greeted the dawn lying on my side and evenly fucking my succubus. The fourth orgasm brought her almost to a semi-conscious state. So that she would not moan too loudly, I stuck the fingers of my left hand in her mouth, which she constantly licked, sucked and even bit. Her tail sometimes wrapped around my legs, sometimes frantically beat on the ground. With my right hand I forcefully stroked her elastic, sculpted body, smearing our sweat and juices on it.

Oddly enough, it was precisely in this state of unhurried and measured back-and-forth process that I had the greatest clarity of mind. The rest of the time my new organism was occupied with only one problem - where to put my main (?) organ.

Except for the servants, all the other participants of the night orgy slept soundly. These two priestesses of Liorla played the role of regular guards in the Mefar squad: they could go without sleep for a long time, as if putting it off for later. Moreover, it got to the point that the servants could not sleep at all for up to a month, and got enough sleep in just a couple of days.

At the moment, in the light of the fire, they were dancing a slow ritual dance, reminiscent of the dances of the earthly natives.

It seems that after our orgy, in which they took the most active part, their connection with the goddess was strengthened.

At night, some creatures came to the border of our base a couple of times, but the camp was protected by some special magic circle and they, discontentedly shining from the thicket with eerie, glowing scarlet eyes.

Although I was told that the protective circle was very strong, I kept the scabbard with the long sword at hand, just in case.

Closer to the morning, all the night guests had left.

Thoughts…

Judging by everything, what is happening now to me is some kind of game of higher beings and matters. Someone in this world wants to raise a rebellion against Kratush. The plan of his enemies turned out to be very intricate and not without humor: take a womanizer, turn him into a woman and gift her with a fucking dick, so that each of those she (he?) fucks receives a magical gift or is strengthened. When thinking about why this particular method was chosen, the thought conveyor of my brain frankly jammed. There were various assumptions there, up to the point that spermatozoa are beacons to which souls fly, and if these souls are absorbed, they strengthen or give a magical gift. Nonsense, of course, but this whole situation is generally nonsense ...

The drow began to wake up and, glancing sideways at the pair of us with the demoness, set up camp.

Perhaps everything comes to an end.

Feeling the desire flooding my mind again, I pushed the moaning Mairinna onto her chest and, lifting her up with my left hand from below by her stomach, and holding her hips with my right, I accelerated sharply. The end flooded my nature with bliss. Having stopped, I took a short breath and slowly pulled my cock out of Mairinna's cunt, who greedily smacked it for the last time. Putting it on her back, I began to watch, breathing heavily, as the sperm flowed down the demoness's back.

- Mayrinna, how are you? Let's go rinse off and then we should probably get ready. However, she could only mumble something vague. Her body was shaking. I noticed her horns: overnight, they had become even thicker at the base. But besides that, another set of small horns had appeared behind them. Right now, they were noticeably growing before my eyes.

I shrugged and turned her over, picking up the succubus in my arms.

The weight of her body on her hands was barely felt. Only the moment of inertia.

Entering the river, I noticed that the water had hardly cooled down during the night, and was, one might even say, hot. When I laid the demoness in the water by the bank, she only slightly opened her eyes and moaned sweetly.

Perhaps I overdid it last night... But what an idea I had! To get my own Archdemon! What? Yes, behind the back of such a battering ram, I will be able to live happily ever after. And if I also get a whole horde of succubi, then I can really organize this very revolution...

Having rinsed myself well, I began to wash Mairinna. In the end, she came to her senses a little and was able not only to take an active part in this, but also to eat. True, her gaze was darting.

"That was pure madness," she breathed out.

I shrugged:

- I agree, but let's get ready, otherwise we won't get to Izrin today.

She perked up and rose carefully to her feet. Swaying slightly, Mairinna went to our things, where a naked Elran was combing her hair.

Having somehow gathered ourselves, we set out for the highway.

Having made our way through the thicket, we began to mount our horses. It was then that we discovered that one horse was missing.

While the drow were deciding whose horse would carry the two, I had already made my decision: the thing was that my problem with my dick had not gone away. Besides, my horse was the healthiest beast and was accustomed to carrying a lot of weight, since it had previously belonged to a knight. Therefore, I made my decision quickly: without any hesitation, I leaned down from my horse and, grabbing Zirta, who was waiting for a decision, under the armpits, sat her down in front of me on my dick. She only managed to squeak in protest.

Mefar shrugged her shoulders eloquently (as if to say, no problem) and waved forward.

It must be said that due to the hot weather, the peculiarities of the mentality and the recent injury that had ruined most of the elf's clothes, the drow had very little clothing except for the cloak: only thin silk panties, a bra and leather straps holding the weapon. Therefore, my penis was separated from the vagina by only a narrow strip of thin fabric, which immediately got wet because the cunt released juices, sensing its acquaintance.

It should be noted here that both Servants did not wear panties at all, limiting their clothing to only a bra and a cloak.

I didn't put on my armored gloves, so when we moved, I held the reins with my right hand and put my left hand under Zirte's cloak, starting to gently play with her body.

"Maybe we shouldn't?" she sighed when my hand slid into her panties.

"Need it or not… Let me think about it?" I whispered in her ear.

In response, she only moaned languidly when my fingers moved the fabric aside and her pussy, sweetly smacking, pressed itself to the shaft of my cock. I wanted to fuck terribly. Especially when the drow began to ride her pussy back and forth on my cock.

Oddly enough, I found that all my teammates were casting envious glances at Zirta. And even the demoness, who had only recently come to her senses, was casting a very greedy glance at our saddle.

"Maybe you should bend over?" I whispered in her ear.

- It's half an hour to... ah... to... to Izrin. Let's just hold on till then? - she moaned.

- Well, I can endure it, but can you?

I ran my hand forcefully over her stomach and her body began to play under my palm.

She leaned back against me and moaned:

- Ah...yes!

Did she really finish? At least she didn't miss a beat...

Suddenly, a large detachment of armed horsemen burst out from around the bend. They practically ignored us and rushed on. They were mostly people in solid armor, but among them I saw a couple of individuals who fully matched the description of demons: horned, muscular, red-skinned, with glowing eyes. They were not riding ordinary horses, but creepy creatures that resembled naked dogs.

Mairinna, who was standing next to me, said:

- Something not very good is happening - these are mother's soldiers. I hope it's not a war.

While playing with sdrow, I asked:

- Why didn't you stop them?

The demoness became even more gloomy:

"If they're looking for me, they're looking for an imp." She touched her horns and slid her fingers along the second pair of horns. "I'm probably already an Elder Demon. The only ones who can recognize me are my sister and mother. Oh, they'll be happy..." She glanced slyly at me.

"Who else will be happy…" I snorted.

Along the way we overtook slow-moving caravans a couple more times. Their guards were so intimidated by the passing soldiers that when they saw us, if they thought about vulgarities, they kept their tongues to themselves and their hands on the hilts of their swords.

With great difficulty we finally made it to the city.

Izrin was not visible the entire time of the movement - the trees hung over the road, intertwining into a real green tunnel. But in front of the walls there was a kilometer-long clearing.

When we left the forest, the sight of the city wall of Izrin struck me to the depths of my soul - a steep monumental structure no less than a hundred meters high with numerous towers and even eerie barbicans jutting out far ahead with protected bridges to them and even fortified passages. It was overwhelming in its appearance.

The road led to a very high steel gate, above which towered two monstrous gate towers.

- Some of the demons - and other creatures - are much taller than a normal person. Archdemons can be very tall, up to fifty meters at the withers. And if you take the height by the horns... - Mairinna continued to enlighten me.

The traffic was on the right side of the road, four lanes: the outer lanes, left and right, were occupied by merchant carts (in my eyes, both were being inspected by several tall, muscular men under the command of a half-naked demon), which were either about to enter the city or were leaving it, and the central lanes, apparently, were reserved for ordinary horsemen and footmen.

We slowly moved along the dedicated lane and drove through the gate. It turned out that the gate towers were enormously thick, more than fifty meters. The walls were almost solid.

In the towers above us there were several protected passages along which guards walked back and forth.

In general, there were a lot of soldiers and guards: a whole dozen tall men in polished cuirasses and with halberds in their hands were clearly bored by the wall, and besides them, five more tall, muscular demons were looking at us with languid interest, propping up the wall.

- Stop! - the biggest of them shouted loudly, raising his paw up. He unstuck from the wall and walked towards us, throwing a huge axe over his shoulder: - Who are you? - He looked at us again with a wary glance, clearly stopping it on Mairinn.

When he came closer, our commander threw off her hood and answered:

- Hello, Zikaer. My name is Mefar. I am the commander of this squad. I am returning from a mission to eliminate the Crooked Eye gang.

The demon glanced at us again:

— "Crooked Eye"? And how was it? Successful?

— Heads in a bag...

The demon smiled broadly:

- Show me.

Mefar sighed and unfastened the bag from the saddle and, sticking her hand in, pulled out a severed head by the hair.

The demon looked at her for a couple of seconds and then said:

- It's definitely him... What's not alive?

The commander shrugged:

— They had two magicians in their squad.

- Yes? Hmm... That explains a lot. - The demon waved his hand thoughtfully: - Okay. I'll watch them on pikes. Go ahead...

Under his appraising gaze, we moved on and finally emerged from the monstrously huge arch of the gate.

Mairinna said:

- This wall was built by my mother when she became the governor of this province.

Beyond the wall, the city proper began to emerge.

Tall three-four-story houses with heavy tiled gable roofs were so tightly packed that at times it was difficult to walk between them. But the further we went, the narrower these gaps became. The streets were not very wide and were full of life: Izrin turned out to be a very densely populated city. Who didn't I see here: horned demons of all colors, sizes and builds, multi-colored creatures resembling elves, people and even creepy fanged green-skinned monsters, literally shimmering with muscles. By the way, the citizens and guests of Izrin had very little clothing - even the women had only a very narrow loincloth and an even narrower bra, which performed more of an aesthetic role of covering the nipples than supporting the breasts.

And here's another thing: the further we drove towards the center, the more couples I noticed fucking in the alleyways.

At the sight of them, the lust that had been forgotten woke up again. Especially when I saw in the gateway a naked muscular demon who was fucking a very well-built naked succubus from behind. Next to him, a naked woman (obviously a light elf), squatting, was giving an aggressive blowjob to a huge, pumped-up green-skinned monster. The latter came right before my eyes with a low growl and the elf, with obvious pleasure, began to swallow his sperm.

"Unexpected…" I said, feeling my heart beat faster. "You haven't seen the capital of the elves yet – what a sodomy… And they also say that Isrin is the "Fallen City"! Compared to other cities, we have

"still in order…" Mayrinna commented thoughtfully.

"I can't stand it…" I whispered in my neighbor's ear, noticing that the adjacent alley was free.

- Well...okay. - She called out to the commander uncertainly: - Mefar! We need to rest...

She turned around in surprise, but when she caught sight of us, she understood everything at one glance and stopped her horse.

- We'll wait...

I easily jumped off the saddle and picked up Zirta, who followed my example. She sighed and, looking back once more at Mefar, who was watching her ironically, went into the gateway. I followed her. Although it was dirty here, there was practically no stench. I noticed that the walls up to waist level were clearly spattered with spit and sperm. This narrow crack itself was about forty meters long and ended at the wall of the house.

Zirta threw off her cloak and threw it into the commander's hands. After that, with a quick movement, she pulled off her ultra-thin panties and, clutching them in her fist, leaned against the wall, lifting her butt up.

"Start already…" she almost moaned.

- Oh... You're asking me already? - I snorted and moved my apron to the side. Running the fingers of my left hand along the woman's back, I put my palm under her stomach and slightly lifted her ass upward. Trembling with impatience, she obediently arched even more.

Moving the apron to the side, I grabbed my cock with my right hand and moved the head up and down the slit that was leaking juices. Immediately after that, I slowly entered. The drow trembled and even moved towards me. The first beat was the most exciting and pleasant, and then a familiar pink-scarlet haze crept into my mind. I don't like sex in armor – the sensations are completely different. And how pointless it is to press a body trembling from orgasms to yourself. As a result, our act dragged on. As expected, my partner was the first to reach orgasm, even pissing herself. She wanted to jump off my rod, but I didn't let her, grabbing her hands in a lock with my right hand and holding her pelvis with my left. Sweat came in large drops from the juices of her breasts, which were flapping in time with the rhythm. The second time, I let go of her hands and grabbed her hips. In that all-consuming moment, Zirta even lifted her legs off the ground and even stretched them back, hugging me, and holding onto the wall with her trembling hands.

Breathing heavily, I drove my cock into her quivering depths one last time.

"Oh, Goddess, it was as incredible as always…" she whispered.

It must be said that our actions did not attract the attention of the numerous passers-by hurrying past our detachment on their business. Although, Mefar obviously thought about it and positioned her horse so that its rump blocked the entire view, creating an almost intimate atmosphere.

- Well, have you come to your senses yet? - I asked Zirta and pulled my cock out of the tight embrace of her lips. The cunt gave me a sweet smack and released a final trickle of our juices.

"A-ha-ha…" was all she could answer, standing up with difficulty on her slightly trembling legs.

Mefar threw the cloak back to her and said:

- Come on, come on, we still need to visit the magistrate and the palace today.

Zirta couldn't react, so I caught it and handed it to her. Taking a deep breath, the drow turned to me and then I saw that her eyes had become completely black and a heavy, pitch-black mist was slowly leaking out of them.

- Oops! - Mefar drawled: - And some of them have eyes like those of a thousand-year-old actauri... Yes, indeed...

I raised my eyebrows:

— "Actauri"?

She shrugged and explained:

- These are our battle priestesses, who possess a great gift for the Darkness. When they reach the age of about a thousand years, their eyes are filled with Power. - While she was speaking, the rest of our squad shifted their mounts and began to look behind her with interest. Mefar continued: - The black color of the eyes is an indicator of the power of the magical source. Of course, knowledge would be needed to add to it, but I think this can be acquired. - and she added more quietly: - If only you, Zirta, had not had to go after them, Al'erihtol, and ask for an audience with the Council. If only we all had not had to... - she finished, thoughtfully looking at how I was tidying up my clothes.

While she was speaking, Zirta had more or less come to her senses and began to wipe herself with her panties, which she had been holding in her fist all this time. Having tidied herself up, she threw them further into the gateway and just like that, on her practically naked body, pulled her cloak on.

When she was already reaching to pull up her hood, I unexpectedly grabbed her by the back of the head with my right hand and, pulling her towards me, kissed her passionately. She began to protest, but my left hand slid under her cloak and gently slid along her elastic back, quickly going lower. Almost immediately she closed her eyes and, leaning forward, pressed her whole body against me, making me regret again that I was wearing my armor.

The rest of the drow in our group howled enviously like hungry wolves, and the demoness even commented:

- If there's one thing he's really good at, it's kissing. It's impossible to resist his incredible energy...

- Uh-uh-uh... - the light elf agreed to join the general howl. When I let go of Zirta, she didn't even think of moving away, standing with her eyes closed, just kissing me. I had to move away a little.

The drow opened her half-crazy eyes and, looking at the others, said:

- I already agree to everything...

To which Mefar snorted expressively:

- Pff! I'm thinking. After the night "session" I also feel such languor running through my body that I want the party to continue. - She added more demandingly: - Come on, come on! We still have half an hour to make our way through this crowd, and soon it will be lunch and I really don't want to run into closed doors...

I sat Zirta on my horse and took the animal, who was looking at me with displeasure, by the bridle, and we moved further down the street.

Although the crowd parted for the horses, they did so very reluctantly.

So our speed dropped to a very leisurely walk.

I noticed that another wall was visible above the roofs, and the closer we got to it, the higher it rose above us.

Half an hour later, when the sun's scorching heat became almost unbearable, we finally reached the gates in it.

There were many more guards here, and despite the heat, they were wearing armor. Even the demons, who were half naked at the outer gates, were almost completely shackled here.

I noticed that there were even elves (both dark and light) on guard here. It seemed to me that the guard was agitated.

"Oh, I don't like all this…" muttered Mairinna.

If you look at it from the other side: the ruler's daughter was kidnapped. It's only natural that they all got their tails twisted...

A three-meter demon in powerful, but at the same time very refined, armor came out of the guardhouse. On his horned head was a helmet with special cutouts for horns. In the narrow viewing slit, his eyes burned with a scarlet flame. Powerful muscular three-fingered paws easily held a huge steel mace-pommel.

"Who are you?" he boomed loudly.

Mefar threw off her hood and, sitting on her horse, bowed respectfully to him:

- Mister Katus, I am the commander of Mefar, and this is my squad.

- Mercenaries? - He glanced at everyone and continued: - Hm! Excellent. Where are you heading?

- We're on a mission to eliminate the Crooked Eye gang. We're going to the magistrate.

Katu hummed:

- Hm! "Eyes"? Pathetic bastards! How I sometimes regret that the Duchess lets me out hunting so rarely! - He took a very loud breath. Nodding at the bloody sacks tied to our commander's saddle, he said: - Lucky, huh? Why not the living? I would buy one soul. Or even two... - He approached Mairinna. And again he took a breath: - Elder? Are you passing through? Your name.

The demoness ran her hunted gaze over him and said uncertainly:

— I only recently became an Elder. I joined the Mefar squad with my companions. My name is… May…

The demon glanced at her:

- Ah, youth... May... I'll remember. - He returned to Mefar again and said: - Okay. Go ahead.

When he had already turned away, the commander asked him:

- Excuse me, what's going on?

He turned his head in her direction and hummed:

- The Duke of Anri's men have kidnapped the youngest daughter of Mrs. Kerchtor. It looks like it will be... - he growled the last word, almost savoring every sound and syllable: ... w-i-a-r-i-a...

And he rumbled lowly, laughing. His laughter was picked up not only by the other demons, but also by the other guards. Even the light elf, dressed in almost white armor and pulling the string on his carved bow, raised his head and smiled joyfully.

As we moved on, Mairinna cursed:

- Your mother! I need to get to the palace urgently.

Mefar shrugged.

— Then the magistrate.

The demoness nodded in agreement.

I caught up with her and asked:

- Why didn't you say that you were the kidnapped daughter of the Duchess?

- It's all because of the same thing: only my mother and sister will be able to recognize me now. But besides that, someone kidnapped me from the palace, someone took me away... At the very least, we can tell the wrong person or the demon everything. There are no incorruptible people - it's just that the price is not always expressed in money. Blackmail, threats... - the sound of her voice faded throughout this speech, dropping to a whisper at the end.

I nod understandingly:

- Well, yeah. Palace intrigue at its finest. And is your mother rich, anyway? Mairinna snorted:

- You see for yourself - Izrin is a very large city. And rich. One of the most important trade routes in this part of the world passes through it. However, Izrin is not very strong in military terms.

I was surprised:

- But for money you can hire or even educate...

- You don't understand - even with mountains of gold, you can't buy mages and Elder demons. They themselves have as much gold as shit. They themselves can pay them off so that they won't be disturbed in their lives. And there's no talk about Archdemons. Especially since we seem to be in opposition to Lord Ashker. So, sometimes we manage to lure

someone to our side. You can't imagine how happy Mother was to get Katus into her army. In fact, with him in the entire army there are only three Elders. And that's if you count Mother.

"Who's the third?" I asked with interest.

Mairinna sighed:

- Serkhot - he guards the palace treasury almost constantly. Silent and withdrawn. He stands there motionless among the statues and catches robbers. - She smiled cruelly: - Sometimes he plays with them for several hours in a row, implanting them into his body. Their suffering is terrible: the bodies of the living very slowly dissolve in it. At the same time, the soul no longer belongs to the body, but is still connected to it. Among other things, Serkhot intensifies the pain of his victims. Mother sometimes uses him as an executioner. If we approach it in such a simplified way, then Katus is a warrior. Serkhot is an executioner. Mother is a ruler.

- And your sister? Why do they call her "Mad"?

Mairinna looked at me with displeasure:

— All sorts of people blab their tongues and don't think about how painful it can be...

"Sorry," I apologized. "Is it that personal?"

The demoness sighed and said:

- Okay. I'll tell you. It's better to hear the truth than a hundred times distorted rumors... In general... Our father, Archdemon Azgrar, fucked our mother, even when she was pregnant with my sister. Because of his monstrous energy, the fetus was damaged and Askera almost died. She was born special. Both in appearance and... Azgrar remembered his feelings. Usually, everyone lies down under him themselves, but here my mother tried to kick. Because of all this, the birth was premature. - Mairinna's face distorted with hatred: - In short, this creature liked to fuck my mother while she was pregnant. Right after she was born, Agrar made sure that my mother got pregnant again. So it turned out that I am less than a year older than my sister. Therefore, when my mother realized that she was already pregnant with me, and that this creature was already turned on, she spat on everything and left, wherever her eyes looked. And about Askheru... - I noticed that all my other companions had pricked up their ears and were listening attentively to the story. Mairinna, however, did not pay attention to them, continuing her story:

- In general, a part of Azgrar's personal energy took root in her. And she was born not an imp, but an anomalous demon with a very strange, distorted gift. Well, on the battlefield she loses herself and with great difficulty distinguishes between her own and others. That's how this nickname stuck to her - "Mad"...

- I see. And isn't she very disfigured?

Mairinna laughed, and Mefar, with a short chuckle, answered for her:

- Askera the Mad is one of the most beautiful creatures in this part of the world. She takes a kilogram of gold per night. And there is a waiting list of those who want to sign up. True, she moves very slowly: Askera the Mad loves the battlefield and the rivers of blood that flow on it.

We drove in silence for a while.

There were fewer passers-by behind the second ring of walls and they were dressed more richly. Narrow strips of expensive fabrics intertwined with scabbards with various weapons, forming a very unique harness. At the same time, in the crowd there were creatures wrapped in cloaks from head to toe. Well, and once I even saw a practically naked succubus, who was wearing only a massive golden bracer, skillfully inlaid with rubies, on her right hand, short boots with low heels, thick rings on short horns and several earrings in her ears. She was accompanied by a half-naked porter with two large bags in his hands and two powerful demons in light armor.

It should be noted that everyone we met here was armed. Taking advantage of the fact that my mind was temporarily cleared of the pink-red haze, I tried to comprehend my situation and thought. Therefore, when we drove out to a large square with a large fountain in the middle, it was quite unexpected for me.

There were quite a lot of creatures here, but they were in dense groups, distributed fairly evenly across the entire area. Many were talking in low voices, commenting on their neighbors and the news.

Many of the squads were a hodgepodge of much stronger men than our squad. I noticed that in a couple of teams, horned demons and light elves, short bearded dwarves and cloaked drow, humans and orcs coexisted peacefully.

The magistrate's office turned out to be a tall ten-story building with numerous statues and a powerful colonnade. On a very wide staircase with low steps, creatures constantly scurried back and forth, busy with their own affairs.

"How many mercenaries are there…" Mefar whispered loudly and continued: "It looks like your mother is going to take over everyone who was here. Okay… I'm going."

She easily jumped off her horse and, unfastening the bags with severed heads from the saddle, commanded:

- Tarish and Reishra are with me. The rest of you, don't even think about fighting with anyone while I'm gone...

We nodded in agreement.

The commander cast an inquisitive glance at the entire detachment and muttered:

- Look after our treasure...

The light elf reminded:

— Ask about my aunt.

Mefar winced:

- Okay. I forgot her name...

"Rilellil," El ran suggested.

The commander nodded and, turning away, began to climb the stairs. Her escort followed her.

When she disappeared into a very high doorway, I began to look around.

The various groups of creatures appear to be mercenary companies awaiting recruitment in connection with the kidnapping of the daughter of the ruler of Izrin. Judging by the dark mood, if there is a fight, the outcome is uncertain.

My gaze slid with pleasure over the representatives of the fair sex. I especially noted three tall, two-meter tall, fair-skinned, lean northerners with blond hair gathered in short, tight braids.

They were dressed in closed polished armor made of white metal: cuirasses, shoulder pads, bracers, thigh guards, elbow pads, knee pads. They held high helmets under their arms. In a word, more than worthy. Their weapons did not interest me much - straight one-handed claymores on their belts in worn scabbards and two-handed swords behind their backs.

Mentally licking my lips at the figures hidden by fitted armor, I was already beginning to examine the large group of mercenaries, which included five succubi, one of whom, it seemed, was just kneeling and playfully giving a blowjob to a very well-built demon sprawled on a bench, when Katus himself came out onto the square.

Casually throwing his huge six-pointed mace over his right shoulder, he headed towards the magistrate's building. Everyone hurried to clear the way for him.

However, when he drew level with the three northern women, he stopped and turned his head in their direction:

- Who do I see here? A full gathering of bitches in heat! Helda, Inga and Turid! - He quickly came closer to them and smugly leaned his paw on the wall next to the shoulder of one of them: - Want to earn some money? Well, I can give you more. And it will be easier!

One of the girls looked him in the eye and said through gritted teeth:

- Go to the cemetery, necrophile. You can only beg for money from a succubus. And on your knees, at that...

Mairinna cursed:

- Oh, what's going to happen now... She shouldn't have done that.

"Oh, you scum…" Katus became furious.

I said gloomily:

— I'll come in.

Mairinna turned to me:

- What are you talking about? Katu is a demon knight, the Elder.

I snort:

"You are also an Elder…" glancing sideways at the Servants, I asked: "Will you help?"

Lashta exchanged glances with Rusha and said:

"I don't think the three of us will drag Katus into the Abyss if he decides to fight to the end. However, I think if we all come forward, we'll be able to take him down." When we started pushing our way to the place of the showdown, she asked me: "Do you even know whose skirt you're planning to climb under?"

- No, why not? - I unceremoniously push some demon out of my way. He cursed, but looked at us and fell silent.

Having pushed another one out of my way, I found myself in a large empty space formed by the mercenaries who had stepped aside.

The showdown had just reached the point of no return: Katus slammed his hand into the northerner's face, sending her and her sword flying, and her comrades drew their two-handed swords and made an almost simultaneous trial lunge. The demon growled low and swung his mace at them in rage.

Looking at the northerner on all fours, I felt the rage inside me push forward and abruptly rushed forward. Ignoring the warning cry that escaped from behind me, I put my bare palms under the blow of the demon's weapon and growled loudly:

— Ah-tun!

The mace suddenly pushed softly into my hands and I grasped its blades with my fingers. The energy of the blow was completely extinguished. At the same time, the sound was as if I had caught the blow of a huge steel bat with my hands.

Everyone around me looked at me with such astonishment that even the rage retreated for a moment. However, it immediately returned.

Katus turned to me in surprise and, gripping the handle tighter, pulled the weapon towards himself. However, he was unable to return it.

This made me even more furious, and holding the other man's weapon by the head with my hands, I growled:

- Shkhekte-yachtu!

And I jerked him towards me, tearing the mace out of the demon's hands. Throwing it aside, I jumped straight onto the stunned Katus's chest. He, more instinctively, covered himself with his hands, but it didn't really matter: I grouped myself and crashed into his chest with my shoulder. The blow was unexpectedly very powerful and the demon was thrown onto his back. Despite all this, I managed not to fly off him, but ended up on top. The helmet flew off his head and I, sliding closer, hit him in the jaw with my fist. Only at the last moment did the thought break through the veil of rage that killing the Elder would be too great a waste of the resources of the duchy, in the bed of whose ruler I was going to settle down. The fist obediently slowed down and did not smash Katus's head, but merely knocked him unconscious.

"Enough!" Mairinna shouted loudly behind me.

Is she talking to me? However, turning around, I saw that both northerners had already swung their swords, intending to finish off the fallen demon, but a cry from my succubus stopped them.

Both Servants were behind me, covering me. A second later, the rest of our squad poured into the circle. However, none of the standing mercenaries were in a hurry to take their weapons out of their sheaths.

I jumped off the chest of the defeated demon and smiled at the northern women, who were tensely checking us out with their eyes:

- Hi! Is it okay that we interfered?

The one on the right, with a narrow, high-cheekboned face and slightly slanted eyes of an incredibly deep blue, felt for the scabbard with her left hand behind her back and began to carefully insert her two-handed sword into it. Only after it hungrily clanked its crossguard against the scabbard, did she look back at her friend, who seemed not to be thinking of putting the weapon back in the scabbard, and said:

- Inga, calm down and help Helda. - And to us: - On behalf of all of us, I express my gratitude for your help.

At that moment, Katu moved and we all jumped away from him. The demon abruptly rolled to the side and stood on all fours, letting out a low growl. Not enough? Suddenly everyone parted and another character entered the circle.

As tall as Katus, but a very thin demon. There was no mouth or nose on his face. Only large eye holes, from which bright yellow flames burst out in long, slowly dying tongues. He was dressed in a loose, richly embroidered gold, almost monastic robe, which hid most of his body.

From behind his back, Mefar and several others, apparently mercenary commanders, were peeking out.

When the demon spoke, his lower jaw moved and the skin stretched slightly. How one could speak without having a mouth, I did not quite understand, however, the soft and even ingratiating voice that sounded was clearly born from the direction of his head.

The demon said:

- Master Katus, restrain yourself. It looks like you'll soon have someone to vent your frustration on. - He glanced at us, and then at the other mercenaries. His voice became much louder and clearer: - Duke Anriysky has rejected negotiations. In connection with this, by the power given to me by the Duchess of Eyvirr, I declare a general recruitment into the army...

Katus straightened up and wiped his lips with the back of his right hand. He moved his jaw, glanced at us and asked:

- Serkhot, so will there be a war or not?

He shrugged slightly:

— The Duchess believes that it is already on its way. At the moment, I am authorized to declare a limited mobilization for now.

"Oh, yes!" roared Katus. Grinning contentedly, he turned to me: "What is your name?"

"Alres," I said tensely.

"Hm. I'll remember…" He slowly walked up to his club and, picking it up, calmly walked through the crowd to the magistrate's office.