Chapter 2: 2
He recalled how the former pilot of space ark ship Denris returned from his first date rejuvenated, having lost half his age and with the magic of creation in his hands.
"Where did you be all this time? You have changed, become so slender and younger," Jamien rushed to him, clapping on the shoulder his friend in a luxurious velvet long green tunic with gold ornaments. "They dressed you up like a prince..."
"So we are all princes here. Yes, I look like an idiot even without any underwear," Denris muttered sadly. "All the hair on my body fell out, what kind of man am I after this?"
Everyone laughed together:
"Yes, we noticed that too... Strange changes happened to us. Even the beard stopped growing."
"We are turning into syrinxes, as we were promised."
"It seems that you are the Queen's favourite," concluded Jamien. "Why did she choose you for her pleasures?"
"I don't know, everything was like a dream. The Queen Bee almost completely absorbed my mind, I was like a toy for her. But there's nothing to complain about, being intimate with her was amazing. The kisses are fantastic to the point of fainting. Drowned in her wings. I've never met such women. An alien in every sense. I had no idea that such bliss could exist..."
Jamien smiled contentedly.
"Why then do you look the unfortunate man like this?"
"What do you think? I can't come to my senses. My will was completely suppressed. I didn't want any of this," Denris said bitterly. "They brought me into the bedroom and did not let me out of submission. And I have always dominated women."
"They took advantage of you, it seems," concluded Jamien. "And the princesses and I also contacted closely. Everyone liked it, unreal euphoria. I've never experienced anything like it. They are all flawless, their appearance and bodies are perfect, some are pregnant, but it doesn't matter at all. And these snow-white wings hugging the body still give me goosebumps. There are twenty of them, and there are four of us, you can even choose. Yukhair was almost torn into pieces, and where our senior assistant is now, we can only guess. He turned out to be too exotic for these mistresses: dark curls and skin turned them on so much. There are three of us left here, taking a break from the stormy nights. I never thought that I would live like this. Lots of fun and no worries."
"And what's good about that?" Denris drawled sadly. "Being a slacker and a sex toy. I miss some work, even just the food that we were deprived of when we were given immortality. No former bodily needs remained. You don't even need to wash the body. And you can't swim in the water at all. It was difficult to imagine what awaited us on an alien planet. I was ready for any difficulties: to survive in cruel natural conditions, to fight terrible monsters, to eat all sorts of nonsense that made my stomach ache. I was worried that I would have to win a place in the sun, but we ended up in a blooming paradise with lustful angels. There was no such wild fantasy in my head."
"What's wrong with your hands?" Jamien was alarmed.
Denris unfolded his palms, noticing with amazement the glowing sparks at his fingertips.
"What it is?" He whispered.
"These are the same magical powers that we were told about," the dumbfounded Jamien guessed, examining his hands. "I do not have that. Of course, I didn't spend time with the Queen Bee..."
Denris stared at his palms, bringing them together and spreading them apart. The sparks began to move, connecting into small balls with each other and forming spiral curls. The guys in the room perked up and rushed to marvel at the performance.
"How it works?"
"You have to imagine what you want to create!" Jamien suggested.
A look of puzzlement flashed across Denris's face and an ordinary white ball appeared between his palms, which immediately fell to the floor and flattened to flapjack.
"What was it?" Jamien asked in confusion, disgustedly examining his friend's spontaneous creativity. "Something inorganic. At least it doesn't stink and it's good."
"I didn't got what I was up to," Denris blurted out and pointed his hands down.
The sparks swirled and formed into a dim light plasmoid, which flared up upon contact with the creation and burned it, leaving nothing behind.
"Wow!" The comrades loudly admired. "This is magic! Amazing!"
Denris's mood, excited by his tricks, improved noticeably, and he jumped out of his chair, rejoicing at his unexpected ability to transform matter. Under envious glances, he began to create some objects and destroy them, enjoying the end result. The satisfied smile did not leave his face for a long time; it seemed that the magical reward compensated for all his moral torment.
"Is it all real?" Denris fascinatedly stroked his hands, which emitted the smallest sparks of light. "Incredible!"
"How can I get to the Queen Bee?" Jamien was puzzled, watching the magical manifestation.
"Maybe you're not tasty enough for her?" Denris chuckled mockingly. "Don't forget that there are still men who will like you. I can introduce you to a mage. He will reward you from the bottom of his heart."
"It's not funny, Denris!" Jamien muttered, nervously smoothing out the folds of his unusual attire. "I don't sleep with men."
"I don't either, but they are... and I'm sure they will come for you soon."
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