- No, so it is impossible!
- It why? - The young man pretended that he was surprised.
The girl bryaknut first come to mind:
- You are still a child, it is too small for this purpose!
In reply snicker:
- Nonsenses! I am a prince of princes elves and am more senior than the cracked terrestrial mountains and hell!
Bulgakov after these words felt only the growing fear though the treacherous body and was excited from similar touches, everything seemed pleasant, even the honey smell proceeding from the young youth aksakal. Then the writer, not in forces to oppose moaned:
- But I am a man, so it is impossible!
The prince, on it already with cold in a voice, answered:
- You died! At the same time both flesh, and a man's Ego died! And smothering it is the spirit which does not have bones and flesh. Soul not the man and not woman, as by the way and angels! Therefore time your spirit in a female body - you are a girl, and be installed in a demon, and a devil horned you will be ...
The voluptuous wave and scarlet nipples foully again rolled on the girl hardened, and the velvet grotto of Venus was humidified. And here it became so good, so excellent, so fine, more than ever in life. Two bodies smoothly, and at the same time are prompt, merged in a single whole. Billions of stars at the same time dispersed dazzling flashes, each cell of a body was overflowed by ecstasy and volcanoes of all continents of millions of worlds were cast out.
What was tested by the girl cannot be described, the tornado which involved in herself myriads of galaxies is similar. Thousand geysers from under ice, only a mote in the ocean of the cascade of orgasms.
The girl Bulgakov remained to lie dumbfounded, it is impossible neither to describe it, nor to worry for the second time. But the prince of princes did not allow it to lie and almost roughly lifted the beauty for hair:
- Will be enough, the Dragon flies up!
And the cat blonde added:
- Now you as newcomers so - that ...
The young man sang:
- Do not long and forgive him for the sake of your name-day!
Bulgakov was stirred up, all scum and fatigue, and also a shock from occupation by love with the supernatural prince, at once disappeared. And the body zaklokotat by force as if the powerful engine, or the jet fighter. The writer who was ill much in recent years and was sick as a dog as if drank now the ocean of water of life. The body, though maiden, became where atletichny more widely in shoulders, under suntanned skin balls of flexible and at the same time rigid muscles were rolled. All scars and burns completely disappeared, and now and the soul was eager for a fight and feats. Bulgakov with delight answered:
- Yes I do not recognize myself! In youth there was no so much force in me!
The prince cheerfully noticed:
- And you became limp ... Thought that hell it is bad ... I saw your thoughts: oh my God I suffered in that life so much. I do not ask paradise, give me rest!
Bulgakov ingeniously noticed:
- You are familiar with "Masterom and Margarita" too?
The prince kept silent, and instead of him the cat blonde inserted the contribution:
- Who in hell does not know the work devoted Great to the master. Especially, you precisely noticed, sinners in hell are forgiven only by the Satan ... There is its Omnipotence!
Bulgakov after these words shrank, suddenly again felt bashfulness, here so to stand naked before ... men? Or someone more abruptly!? Thought that it in hell, became unpleasant again. Though on the other hand, the energy pulsing in a body also suppressed fear, gave rise to confidence. Really, when the person wants rest? When it has a feeling sick and a physical infirmity. The healthy child will not begin to sit in place, he wants to move. Yes teenager too ... In it energy and hormones play, and you seem to yourself almost all-powerful, or in any case - is cleverer and stronger than the parents. But the helpless body discourages to the movement, to changes. The person grows decrepit not only a body, but also reason, and emotions. Or, on the contrary, the old man who kept excellent physical shape can go hiking. On the mountain, on a horse, on the woman or it is even better to stars!
Such dual situation: to leave painful life to hell and there, along with pain, to learn earlier not seen, such as it is impossible to present pleasure from love and feeling of force!
Appearance of already familiar dvenadtsatiglavy dragon, interrupted, ready to be let in long antimoniya of thought. You, after all always you, let and with other flesh. And if flesh is far better former, then you are you, but already in a square, and it is even better cubed!
Bulgakov did not manage to notice from where the youth elf had one more sword as the weapon itself slipped to it in hands. The handle conveniently laid down in a palm and was pleasantly warm to the touch. Bulgakov held swords only few times, visiting the museums. There they seemed to it heavy and to admit honestly, hardly he could fight them, or even to strike couple of direct shots. Right there the sword appeared much more knightly, almost two-meter, poured in all flowers of a rainbow, on light of seven moon (at last it counted them!), but at the same time, seemed almost weightless. Roofing felts material easy, roofing felts the maid after love with the prince from princes became too healthy. In any case the sword gave confidence, and desire to fight, contrary to education overflowed Bulgakov. Nevertheless it squeezed out from itself(himself):
- I do not own receptions ... Also I cannot kill!
The prince with laughter answered:
