A second chance

      Chapter III. Do you believe in past lives? - Have we met before? — It’s going on in my head I don’t know when. From the outside I must be like a fish. My throat is trying desperately to make sounds, but something doesn’t let it happen. The girl’s look was at first thoughtful, then exploring, now in her eyes there are bits of surprise, a little waiting and something that I can not describe. I’m just shocked. But after a while, I still feel reassured. — Maybe — I didn’t use my voice to spin my brain inside out in the search for any words. — Maybe, but I… can’t remember. Ildhary laughed, still not taking her eyes off me. — I’ve definitely seen you somewhere, she said and reached out. Alicia, just in case. We’ll see each other again. — It’s great to meet — I gave the girl a hand, noticing that her skin is as soft as in my dream and smiled. — I’m Diane. On my face, probably the stupidest smile I could possibly make, but even so, after a few minutes, I handed the girl coffee and refused to take the money, having previously stepped hard on Elsa’s foot, which suddenly appeared on the right. — At the expense of the house, I smiled, allowing myself to drown in the eyes of Ild… Alicia. — Would the boss mind? she grinned, a little confused. — The boss gave me a leg, said Elsa, not concealing her emotions of pain, but seeing my scorching gaze, added with a nervous smile. — And it looks like you just lost a couple of days off. — I’ll take you and the bonus, honey, I fluttered affectionately, pushing her under the bar, having previously stepped on her friend’s foot once more. Ild… Alicia threw her fist, and I noticed a note of jealousy? in her look, when I called Elsa “Goldize”, albeit with a mocking tone.       — Perhaps I should go now, said Alicia, looking at the irritated visitors, and, with a sunny smile, stepped aside. — Hope to see you again, and don’t offend the people. — Not to say they’re very bad, I smiled and immediately pushed Elsa back into her seat. I can’t work today.

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      The hot kisses melt my skin. I, spread under the caresses of this angel and bestow her with loud groans. Ildhary fingers pass weightlessly from the cleavage between the breasts to the bottom of the stomach and stop. My breath stops with them, and my eyes meet her. The blue-like attraction almost disappeared behind the pupils, giving Ildhar a thrill. Desire, passion, love. That was enough for me. Suddenly I change our places and passionately clasp my lips. I hear a groan, feel strong hands wrapping around my neck, drawing closer. One hand I thread into her hair, massaging the back of the head and crossing with my fingers the flaming curls, the second I lead on the thigh, for which I get another moan, followed by a slight bite in the lip. Kissing the cheekbones, cheeks, neck, and a wet path of kisses to my chest, all accompanied by sweet groans caressing my ear. My lips are clenched around a teat and I’m impatient to tear off my underwear. I don’t hold on to one breast. When I bite my nipple and press on the clitoris, I feel my nails getting into my back, causing a pleasant pain, I get stronger. Just for a moment I greet her with my lips and immediately I walk the wet path from her breast to the very center of her arousal, feeling how she tightens her press. My lips are closed, I look into her eyes. I see the prayer to continue. I spend my tongue between my legs, touching the clitoris. -S-Sandrof, — My name is coming off her swollen lips. Clap my lips around the clitoris, sit down, play with it and enjoy my gout. Ildhars fingers are woven into my hair, they press tighter. Leave the clitoris and return to the lips, abruptly entering with two fingers. My lips catch a loud sigh, I press her body closer to me, leaving nothing between our bodies, accelerating the tremors, allowing me to scratch my back. Minute, and her body falls without strength on the sheets. Ildhur is cumming with my name on his lips, and I can’t decide what sounds more beautiful. Cover us with a blanket and squeeze close to me, kissing my shoulder gently.       That’s what I dreamt today.

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      Today I came already in the afternoon. My mind was torn between reality and sleep, between Ildhar and Alicia, whom I had seen every day since that day, and it was hard for me to work. Today, surprisingly, it was quiet. Of the visitors only Max was, but he was too busy flirting. Elsa sat next to him and looked at him as if… what she likes there?.. Eclairs, yes, like them (just loves it, just like me ice cream. Damn, I remembered wrong). Sam and Anna are talking about something at the bar and don’t notice anything either. A couple of months ago, I would have reprimanded them for that, but now I’m the kind, loving boss. In love with Alicia and suffering from confused dreams. About Alicia, by the way. I turned to the window, looking straight at it, Alicia Ildhar (her name is that), peacefully slumbering at the table by the window with a very peaceful view, and nice. I approached the girl, but immediately stopped to hear her mumbling in her sleep. — Sandrof, — my name in the dream world fell from her lips. She shrugged a little and began to mumble again, but in a language I did not understand. From some words I could hear clearly, I was able to recognize the language. It seems to be an Hindu — a very ancient magical language. Survived, know more about the world than the real one. Stop! Hindu? Supermagic and reincarnation. This language was known only by the Sohophates — someone like priests, but with dragon blood in their blood. Ildhar, half… and half Sofat, half-blood.       Crap! As I tried to understand something, Alicia woke up. We looked at each other. I couldn’t understand whether Ildhar was in front of me or Alicia, she could not take her eyes off my eyes. Nobody dared to speak, and I was unutterably grateful for all their “overemployment”. Suddenly we are interrupted (guess) by a phone call. Alicia, waking up, starts to rummage through the bag and pouring apologies to her interlocutor, then abruptly jumps off the scene and says something like “hello and goodbye,” and sucking my cheek, drifting away, leaving me standing with an ancient totem with an unreadable face. — You got kicked out, boss? -said Elsa, coming from the side, and only then did I die. — No, I just hate unexpected phone calls, ' I said and with the same expression, went to my office. Today I thought I’d get the paper, I don’t think I could do it, but try is not painful.

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      The storm. The incessant rampages seem to break the sky incapable of resisting the anger of the angry gods. Every lightning is accompanied by a thunderous thunderstorm. It’s night. Beside me stand warriors ready to give their lives for freedom, and in front of me are hordes of barbarians who want to take away that freedom from us. Turning my head, I see Her. Ildhar is as determined as anyone else. She knows that this fight is the last. Today this terrible war will end, and Noar will either fall and the Time of Hell begins, or it will kill a whole army of half-duemons, and the Spirits will reward us with Good Times. Anyway, it will end here in the Hell’s Mountain. Today. The bell ringing and the scream. That was the first thing. I draw my sword and snatch forward, immediately cutting the head of the first demon… Blood spatters, demon roars and squawking. Wounded moans and screaming of the wounded. The fight is already twelve hours old, and the demons are still there. The gates of Hell are still open, and no one can enter. — Eocore Endaro, I whisper a spell and it immediately begins to shine with the Paradise light. It’s good to have your girlfriend Sofatu, even if she’s half a person. Although it’s even cooler. Run ahead, killing demons everywhere. The Gates of Hell are my goal. From the ground I cut one of the guards in half, and then I take up my post and attack the rest. The light of heaven weakens them, but not much. I am wounded, blood is spilling from the armor, but I don’t care. Instantly I answer, and here the last demon already falls to my feet. Before me is the Gates of Hell. I know it will be very painful, but I raise my sword above my head, preparing to put it in the heart of the red-blood crystal. Another second and… I feel the arrow, second, third, in my back. Pain. Stop for a moment, but still drop the sword on the crystal, and instantly an explosion is unleashed. And again pain.       The storm. The incessant rampages seem to break the inability to resist the anger of the Gods in the sky. Here is the first thing I heard. The second was a whisper. I open my eyes and see Ildhar. She is all wounded and can barely sit, but she squeezes my hand and whispers the spell. Inchorichi. I can’t read the words. I can’t see her face clearly. I can’t feel my feet. The pain of my exasperation rises up, and I see a broken body, and crystal fragments sticking out of it, entering my flesh, releasing my blood into the world. Lot of blood. Am I dying? I hear a sudden, painful cry and turn my head to Ildhar. Sword. There’s a sword sticking out of her chest, and above it is a demon. Not understanding what I’m doing, I reflexively reach for the blade, shove it into my hand and whisper: -Eokor Endaro. Bright light, and the demon melted. Ildhur falls beside me, and through her chirping I hear words in Hindi. Finally I can read the words. “Second chance” — the curse of reincarnation. Whispers, pausing on the half-word, and I squeeze Ildhar’s hand. — Yotic Party Entar. Neonar Fans Jigger. Twurth Apulis, — I finish the spell and no longer feel outer pain. My heart hurts. I die immediately after the one I love. We died in one day. We kept our vows. The storm. The incessant rampages seem to be splitting the sky unable to resist the anger of the gods. It seems like night, but I do not care. When I hear a scream, we are called and searched for, but I don’t want to answer. The fight is over, we won, and that’s good. I’m also happy to have another life with my loved one. And it is with these thoughts that I, Sandrof-Dragon, die, clenching the hand of Ildhar-Sun.

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      I jumped out of the table, looking around. Am I asleep? What the hell? What was that now? Wasn’t that what I thought? Or? — Demons! — I cried to the void, and in the same instant the door of the room opened, and I saw her — an angel who came down from heaven to drive me crazy with his beauty. Alicia Ildhar in a light, silk dress, with her hair flattened and fire-red and with a sunny smile, only a moment of the glimmering on her sunburnt face. Dream Girl. — Do you believe in past lives, Sandrof? she asks, but I don’t understand the meaning of what is said. I approach her without saying anything. I approach her and gently, as if she could break off any movement of mine, take her face in my hands. I approach her and gently kiss her chubby, tempting lips that I’ve kissed so many times in my dreams. — Do you believe in the past, Ildhar? I smile as I tear off her lips. A minute of silence, and we laugh, clinging to each other and not holding back our tears. Another minute, and we’ll kiss again, and I’ll stare at the table. Another minute, and I’ll start something in the wrong time entry of Elsa. Another minute, and I’ll call myself off, and we’ll go home to me. From that day we live together and no longer see our past life in dreams, this is no longer necessary. A month later, I opened another café and Alicia was hired by the largest hospital in our city. And then we got married a month later.