Arel understood everything.

“Stronger! Deeper! A-a-a!”

Kors shifted slightly and suddenly thrust his cock right into the gap in Arel’s lip, from the outside and further into his mouth. It seemed to him so exciting that he immediately got an orgasm again, it was only necessary to rub his cock a little in the slit back and forth. He immediately, while the hole was wet and slippery, pushed the plug back in, and it even went in somehow easily. Kors didn’t expect it.

“It seems I stretched this hole for him,” thought Kors, “it looks like the Demon will not kill you, Arel, but me, for everything I have done here”. And he, turning to Arel, said:

“Wash your face and rinse your mouth.”

Arel leaned over to the edge of the pool and, scooping up water with his hands, washed his cum off his lips and chin.

They returned to the room and went to bed. Kors saw that Arel’s cock was erect, but he understood that he couldn’t get relief no matter how he tried, and it was very offensive. Arel experienced pleasant sensations, he answered Kors, but couldn’t come. Burying his face in the pillows, Arel lay on his stomach, pressing his cock to the bed. Kors really felt sorry for him, because he responded to all of Kors’ actions, gave him pleasure, did everything, and Kors wanted to thank him, but didn’t know how. He squeezed Arel’s buttocks with his hands, pushing them apart, inserting his cock again, feeling as from his thrusts Arel only began to rub his cock back and forth in a useless attempt to relieve tension. And Kors suddenly tried to do as he had heard many times, Nikto did – clearly in his thoughts he pronounced as a command:

“I allow you to come!”

So thought Kors, and Arel screamed and trembled under him, choking and swallowing air. Kors recoiled. And Arel, jumping up, also grabbed his still throbbing cock with his hands and involuntarily lifted his face approximately towards Kors, although he couldn’t see him.

“How can it be?” He whispered. “How can you order me?!”

“It turns out that I can,” Kors answered a little dumbfounded, but happily.

Arel shook his head in confusion:

“Your voices are very similar. I noticed this long ago, your voice… it is the same as his, only yours is not crippled. But in his mind he speaks better.”

“His voice is the same as mine,” corrected Kors. “It was inherited by my son, and the Demon uses it. And yes, you're right, his thoughts are not so husky.”

The fact that Arel was in his hands, that Arel heard him and came from him, all this filled Kors with some indescribable pride. Which of us will become a Demon even faster, he thought.

And Arel threw up his head:

“Do you want to become a Demon?” He chuckled.

“Do you continue to hear me?!”

“Yes.”

“You've evolved! And I helped you with this. No, it looks like the Demon won't kill us. What do you know about my Mission?”

“Nothing.”

“Although yes, what can you know, you don’t really hear anything.”

Arel shook his head in understanding.

“Forgive me, prince, I didn’t mean to humiliate you.”

“Humiliate?”

“I used to think that my Mission was related to the Upper City. He wants to make Alis the king of the red, and he will make me the king of the black. But now I began to doubt it. Maybe he will make you king? Royal blood flows in your veins, mine doesn’t.”

I don't want to be king.”

“As if someone asks you!”

“He won't make me king. He will take revenge on Leonardo and smash the Black City to hell, just as he smashed the Western Limit of the unclean and the Slave Farm before. Here's what he'll do.”

“And I? What is my role then? I cannot become a king, I am not a descendant of a royal family, like you…”