A huge tent towered above the forest guard camps. The tent belonged to the replaceable leader - the old, experienced Krauk. As a rule, at sunset, the bustle in the camp was stopped and the guards, behind the thick velvet canopy of the tent, could hear only silence. However, already the second evening, the thick canvas let through completely different sounds.

Now, a sensitive hearing of the guard could discern heavy breathing, a strained cough, and, perhaps, moist sounds that somehow resemble a splash of water.

No one knew exactly what was happening in the commander’s tent — Krauk strictly forbade even to look inside and accepted all reports only in writing. And the paper had to tightly fold and throw in the vent on the wall of the tent.

A sudden push in the ass, helped the young elf to fold the stomach and, interrupting the cough, contributed to the speedy release, sweaty from the efforts and stuffiness of the greenish body, from excess content.

“And how is that ugly slur in you, old man?” - coughing, asked Sindorel hoarsely.

- You are very pretty. Gentle and moderately tight. And, as you could feel for these two days, I am not an old man at all, - the half-limbs relentlessly graying answered proudly.

Krauk was an incredibly experienced guard. Perhaps, of all the centaurs, he is the last survivor to participate in the shadow wars. A very long time ago it was. And this time, a keen sense suggested that it was impossible to dismiss the elf so simply that she spent so long on the other side of the wastelands and was able to return unharmed. Krauk has always been famous for his interrogation techniques. During one of the wars, the lord of all the guards called them heartfelt. There was no particular subtext in this title, but now, the unexpected recollection of the Lord’s words caused a wry grin from the old investigator. After all, the second day, he conducted this interrogation, so to speak - without taking it out.

- Do you want to drink? - Carefully asked the centaur.

“No, thank you,” the girl replied dully. “I would prefer to finish quickly and go home.”

- O, sure! Said the half-horse peacefully, slowly moving the pelvis back and forth, which made the hemp cords, which kept the elf from slipping off the platform, to creak and creak.

“Let's repeat, correct me if I make a mistake,” said the investigator, without changing the usual pace of the horse's pelvic movements.

“Good,” replied Sindorel, even as if not noticing either a stretched ass, or a bloated semen and horse member belly.

- You got to the ruins. So fascinated by the fight with the troll, that did not notice how the ghouls gathered around. She rushed to run to the buildings ...

“Finish the troll by breaking the sword at the end and retreating!” - interrupted mercilessly strung on a thick dick elf.

- Right. Somewhere among the ruins, lost consciousness. Reasons you do not remember. She came to in some kind of castle or fortress.

- semi-abandoned!

- Not relevant. It is essential that the dark magician be held captive.

- Lich ... Ay! - a powerful push to the gut did not let her finish.

- Above you put experiments, during one of which the sorcerer suicide. You ran away. And here you are in front of me ...

- More precisely, you are in me!

- Not relevant.

Suddenly, the taut soft thrusts gave way to a furious jump. After a minute or two, the lovers were already covered in large drops of sweat. After a few more minutes, he plentifully irrigated the trampled canvas of the tent. Everything, oddly enough, was happening in silence, not counting the loud humid hlups and chomping that came from the inside of the maiden of the forest.

Finally, having finished, this time there was no powerful jet, and Sindorel sighed with relief, Krauk untied the elf.

- Guard! - barked the leader, to which two chained into steel of the centaur immediately broke into the tent, - Water for me! Two vats!

The guards rushed to follow the instructions, and soon returned with two impressive tanks of clear water, set them in the middle of the tent and left.

The half-horse carefully picked up the exhausted girl and lowered her into one of the vats.

- Thoroughly wash yourself. It is not good to flaunt the camp dropping drops of my seed everywhere.

- What? Fucked almost to death elf undermine authority? - defiantly asked, pleased with the opportunity to wash Sindorel.

- Not. But if you want, before the end of the new day, try all the members in the camp - you can stay like that, ”replied the centaur with dignity, who began to wash himself with a towel.

After finishing the rubdown, Krauk left the tent. It was heard as he speaks with the guards, but some words eluded the elf. However, she did not particularly listen, completely surrendering to the process of laundering her body.

The returning commander threw a fluffy towel and a thick leather cloak near the tub.

- Wipe, get dressed and go to sleep. You put a tent right at the entrance.

- I am thirsty! - capriciously said the girl puffing lips.

- There will be a jug and fruit.

Seeing the half-horse's thoughtful and gloomy face, Sindorel decided not to flirt again and hurried to follow the instructions. Reaching her bed, she drank plenty of water and lay down to sleep, without touching the food.

Awakened at dawn by the sentries, the elf drank some water, took a bite, and, wrapped in her cloak, climbed out of the tent and headed for the river.

- Stop! - in front of Sindorel one of the sentries appeared instantly, - You are not allowed to leave the tent.

- But I need a wash! - proudly stamped her foot elf, tried to take the same proud posture, but with a gasp, she clutched at the ass that did not even have time to close.

“Chan will be delivered now.” Please wait.

Really, the same sentinel did not give a bath, who said that the camp was immediately removed from the place and the girl was already waiting in the tent of the commander.

Immediately inside the tent Sindorel was not allowed, forced to wait for the end of the meeting (and what did the vile liar not really give a wash?). When the tent left several impressive commanders, the elf finally reached the commander. She was met with a frown.

“You'd better sit down,” said the commander wearily, waving his hand in the direction of the table, on whose legs the ropes were still hanging.

Having spanked bare feet on the floor with her hoofs, the elf got a taste of herself on the table, laying the floor of her raincoat under the bare ass.

- We continue the interrogation? She asked fervently, raising her shoulder and opening the gate so that her chest could be seen, "Should I get undressed?"

“No,” the half-horse began to gloomily, “We need to seriously talk.” After that, the whole camp will immediately go closer to the capital, - he sighed heavily, - I remember, I promised, after all the interrogations, to send you home, but I will not keep this promise ...

- Why? - on the face of the forest maiden was a sincere surprise. The guardians of the forest were famous for their honesty and loyalty to the oaths. And, despite the sudden discovery of the general love for young elfs to have sex with them, there was never any reason to doubt their loyalty.

- Your testimony turned out to be much more valuable than I could have imagined. You, in the shortest possible time, must be delivered to the royal witch, in her tower. There she will be able to clarify all the circumstances. And ... take action.

- And then I can return to my native forest?

“If you do everything you are asked to do ... I ... I don’t see any obstacles,” Krauk ended uncertainly.

- Good! I'm not in a hurry, - in the sharp-headed head there flashed the thought that acquaintance with a powerful witch could give its own benefits in the future.

“In that case, go now.” They'll give you a lift. Guardian!

- ABOUT! I will have an escort!

- I guess. Three of the most hardy of my soldiers, immediately, without halts will take you to Stauburg, or rather in its vicinity.

An hour later, a small group of centaurs moved toward the inhabited places. On the back of one of them, Sindorel galloped.

Elf and did not suspect that you can ride so three days in a row. She expected that at least for one night they would stop in order to have some fun with their burden, but orders were executed more than clearly. Fields and groves flew past, ...

lakes and plains, hills and rivers. The implacable leap was not interrupted even for a minute, even for transferring the annoying burden from one horseback to another, it was done on the go.

Finally, already in the habitable places, the top of a gray tower, which was buried in the clouds, appeared. Lonely standing among the fields untouched by the peasants of the structure, soon hung over Sindorel. Without slowing down, the centaurs broke into the wide arch and only then stopped.

The elf was expecting to see the dusty darkness of the first floor, but she was suddenly met by a soft light and the fragrance of a flower garden. The flower beds, brightly lit with flickering balls, bloomed abundantly, in here and there, deliberately set aside places.

Nowhere was the staircase leading up, but the centaurs looked expectantly into the depths of the garden. Soon a blue flame flared up there, and a young woman came out to meet the convoy.

Scarlet straight hair of a stranger fell far below the back. The elegant gait, the domineering gaze of green eyes, impeccable posture and manners said that the travelers were no less than the queen. But the green dress was so transparent and so tight a slender figure that one could confuse a woman with a courtesan. By mistake. Deadly dangerous error.

Not reaching a dozen meters before the hostess of the tower, who had grown into the land of the forest guard, stopped. Taking advantage of the long cut on the hem of the dress, she put a slender leg on display of admiring glances. Having folded her arms under the poured breast, thus having wrapped it with a thin fabric even more strongly, having shown even nipples aureoles, she looked expectantly at the arrivals.

- What owes so unusual guests? - asked a gentle voice.

- Madam! - began the piebald commander, bending over in a bow and stretching the yellow scroll to the woman, - We arrived from the border by order of commander Krauk. This is a letter from him. He said that it will clarify everything to you.

Alovolosaya carefully examined the seal before breaking it. Quickly read the contents. Carefully folding the yellow sheet, she laid the paper behind the collar, involuntarily covering her right nipple.

The gaze of the woman now clung to the elf standing proudly before her.

- Good. You can be free.

The centaurs bowed once more and hurriedly galloped off, leaving the maiden of the forest, lonely wrapping their cloaks in front of the witch.

“Are you the same elf whose testimony was attached by the forest guard commander?” - sounded a gentle voice.

- Yes.

“My name is Emelianna,” the sorceress came closer, curling the forest girl with the floral scent of perfume, “Oh!” Yes you are naked! How so?

- Failed to keep clothes in the wastelands. We have it mostly from leaves and roots. And the centaurs had only a cape.

- Clear. Drop it on the floor. Nobody will see you here. And I think something.

With a shrug, the elf dropped her cloak on the stone slabs. The mistress of the tower went around, leaving light touches of fingers, here and there, on greenish skin. Once again facing the guest, she poked her bare stomach and snapped her fingers. Sindorel felt a touch of magic.

The air around her lit up, and the body was unusually squeezed. Looking down, the elf was able to see her new costume. On her feet now brown boots flaunted, smoothly turning into dense dark green stockings to the middle of the thigh. The short, tight dress barely covered the delights of the forest maiden, and she even had a huge neckline all the way to the navel, revealing the halves of the breasts.

- My dear! - Said delighted unprecedented outfit Sindorel. In the forest, she could not even dream of anything except a leafy skirt.

“I’m certainly not a royal tailor, but it’s just for a while,” Emelianna said melancholically, “Now I’m asking for me.”

The women headed towards the center of the garden. Entering the stone circle, the sorceress snapped her fingers, and their small group instantly found themselves in another place. They stood in the same stone circle, but now the fountain was rustling around, and a spiral staircase streamed along the walls. To her a couple and walked along the graceful bridge.

- Emelianna ...

“Call me Leah.”

- Well ... My name is Sindorel.

- Thanks for saying, let's go.

The elf who followed the hostess openly admired her hips and wagging ass, almost completely visible through the frank outfit. I had to admire for a long time. The huge staircase did not end there.

“Why can't we move again with magic?” - the virgin of the forest could not help but keep her eyes on the roundness of the witch.

“The tower is filled with magic,” answered the one in front, not slowing down, “such a move would be too dangerous.”

“But from the bottom we ... moved!”

- This is called - teleported. Yes, but there is a stationary portal. Maintaining this is extremely not cheap. It's not even about money - extremely rare resources will be required. Have come.

Despite the long climb, none of the women were out of breath. The witch obviously often made this way. This is also said the smartness of her elastic body. And the elf was schooled too well in physical exercises for some kind of ladder to become an obstacle for her.

Thus, they found themselves in a richly furnished office. Around the wide table were a lot of cabinets with various small appliances and artifacts. Just here stood two luxurious chairs, in which they sat down. A short dress did not cover the elf's ass badly, and she appreciated the softness and tenderness of the upholstery.

“Let's get straight to the point,” said the hostess, folding her hands on the table in front of her and, as it were, hoisting her chest on them. This posture was clearly intended for the guests, who were almost always men, - I was very interested in the report of the commander. For starters, the goal of your trip to the wasteland. Did you really expect to find the tablet there?

- Yes, and something is wrong?

- Let tactlessness - how old are you?

“More than a hundred,” Sindoral replied reluctantly. In elven society, only those who had reached the age of three hundred years were considered as adults, and the young elf was perceived as completely seriously less than five hundred years old.

“That explains a lot,” Emelianna sighed.

- What's wrong, then? - the elf was indignant, - At first Krauk made fun of me, and now you!

The sorceress sighed again, sat down comfortably in the chair, and continued patiently.

- Such a force is not just lying around. If someone knew about such a powerful artifact, to the place of its storage, they would have thrown an entire army. Neither the wasteland, nor the ghouls with the trolls would interfere. Your priestess herself would lead the campaign and try to take the treasure to herself. It was very foolish to hope for such luxury as great power in a rotten chest.

Sindorel really wanted to somehow quip, but there were no words. She thought about it herself. She really was stupid. Received stupid. Very stupid.

- She just tried to get rid of you.

- I understood ... - now the elf wanted to burst into tears, because all her sufferings and agony were in vain, but she held back with all her strength, not wanting to become an even bigger child in the eyes of the interlocutor.

“Good,” the witch said gently. After waiting a couple of minutes for the guest to cope with the emotions, she continued, “Is the lich really dead?”

“Yes,” replied Sindoral clearly, picking herself up.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

- Krauk forgot to clarify, probably, how did you get out of the circle of appeal?

- Just left?

- Simply? Out? - now the breath was shot down, - And the demon didn't disturb you?

“He disappeared with the lich,” the elf could not understand what had frightened the hostess so much in her words.

- Disappeared? - now the witch jumped up, - Please follow me.

Almost running, women rushed up the stairs. This time the path was not long, and they stopped in an empty round room, the floor of which was a solid slab without joints and irregularities.

With quick, precise movements, the witch drew a large spiral on a smooth floor with a blue powder, taken from the air. Having derived several complex patterns between the turns, she turned to the guest, ...

- Lie down in the middle.

- Not! - Sindoral recoiled from the circle as if from fire, she remembered too well how it ended for her last time. Even her ass pulsed to the beat of the rolling memories of the red-hot piston of a demon.

- This is not what you thought! - hastily she began to explain Emelianna, - I will only try to count from you the aura of the demon to find out where he is. It is impossible to call anyone through such a circle.

After a moment's hesitation, the girl let herself be laid in the center of the spiral, face up. Standing outside the circle, the witch sucked in a complicated recitative. Glowing white ribbons stretched out from her strained fingers, twisting together in a tangle, they hung in the center of the room.

Soon the tangle turned into a smooth mercury ball. From the ball stretched a thin thread to the girl lying on the floor. A short dress did not prevent to reach the innermost parts of the body.

- He took you in the ass?

- Yes...

The forest maiden suddenly realized that she could not move. At the same moment, she felt something icy overcomes the weak resistance of her sphincter. Having penetrated far into the depths, the thread froze, churning the body from the inside.

The ball has increased in size, and on its surface appeared the image of distant mountains. At the same moment, the edge of the helix hissed, the blue powder slowly burnt out without leaving even smoke.

- Well! - It came from the witch, - Closer. Closer ... Here it is!

At first, Sindoral saw only a group of incomprehensible creatures, but soon, her attention was attracted by fire. Enveloped in a bright flame, a skeleton strode in front of the monsters. He was like that lich, and if it were not for the fire, he would have been exactly the same.

- A curse! - At that moment, the dead man froze, twisted his head and looked right inside the sphere. Emiliane, cursing, clapped her hands, and the sphere burst like a soap bubble. - Fuh, had time!

Suddenly a sweaty witch wiped her white forehead with a lace scarf. She was tormented by heavy thoughts. She knew all too well what it saw.

“I still can't move!” - came a disturbed voice from the floor.

- This is because the powder is not burnt to the end. Only then can you get up.

- Yes, here it is still prorva! And half of the coil is not burned out!

- Want to see something far away? - suddenly asked the hostess.

- Can i?

“I don’t have time for that now, but the spell needs to be finished. I will start the process and retire. How to free yourself, go down to the office.

- And what will I see?

- What you want. Think about the place and the area will show, words can help. Just ... don't get close to that creature! I don’t know what he can do, he somehow senses surveillance.

- Good.

The room was again recited by recitative. Everything happened exactly as the first time, but now the thread did not crawl to explore the girl's bowels, but only touched the chest. When the picture appeared in the sphere, the hostess retired.

- What to see? For sure! Show me the assembly hall!

The sphere plunged into darkness. The assembly hall was unusually empty. Usually, disputes did not subside here and enthusiastic exclamations did not stop. Now - just something was moving in the shadow of one of the walls.

- Nearer. Closer ... oh ...

The eyes of Sindoral appeared unprecedented picture. Leaning on a wooden wall, a huge ogre sat on the floor. The fanged face of the mighty beast stared upward. His eyes were blissfully closed.

The mere presence of this creature in the assembly hall was incredible, but no less shocking was the starter and what the monster did. In the muscular arms, a tiny doll dangled the naked body of an elf. Thick fingers covered her widely divorced thighs like a gourmet holding a fried chicken, preparing to break in half.

A loud screech lit up the stone hall when the beholder realized what was happening. The ogre was not going to tear the female body ... he was fucking him. A thick member, one and a half human in height, was crowned by an equally huge head, which was now completely immersed in a greenish body. Elven flesh obtyagyvala head like a glove. The once flawlessly flat belly was deformed in the strongest way and took the form of ogre adopted in itself.

It was visible, as the monster makes short pushes in the victim. If he had his will, he would have plunged to its full length, but his female could not accept anything except the head and a couple of centimeters of the trunk. He used this couple of centimeters as he wished.

The sphere did not transmit sounds, but Sindorel, as in reality she heard a contented grunt, frequent squishy stretches of impossibly stretched ass and feminine screams.

Despite the cruelty, the spectacle fascinated looking. For just a minute or two, as she was speechless, she could not shift her eyes wide open from the sphere, and from the tribeswoman often shuddering with her whole body.

Meanwhile, another character appeared in the hall. A troll was entered, in which a connoisseur could identify a caveman. From what was once seen, this was distinguished by the absence of stones ingrown into the body. But it was not this view that attracted the eye. Notable was the decoration that came arriving.

A chain was thrown across the troll's thick neck. The ends of the chain ended in shackles, in which the wrists of another elf were enclosed. Like her sister in misfortune, her ass was impaled on a monstrous member. Significantly smaller than the ogre, but no less impressive. Her legs were also widely separated, and her ankles were connected with chains of troll legs so that with each step of the troll, the body impaled on the penis pulled down, bringing the monster a lot of pleasure.

Approaching the seated, the troll caught his attention. The ogre, without ceasing to measure the captive, meticulously welcomed his comrade. From the gestures it became clear that the resident of the caves offered to exchange captives, which caused a violent tantrum in the hitherto indifferent elf who was hanging on his chest. She was not at all pleased with the possible replacement.

In response, the ogre only laughed. Interrupting his occupation, with a couple of movements, he showed that it was almost impossible to pull the nozzle off his head, which caused new attacks of female cries. It seemed to the victim that, together with the meat filler, all insides would break out of her ass.

With a shrug, the ogre returned to his pleasant experience. Having not got what he wanted, the troll became the opposite, gripped his toy around the waist with two paws and began to force the greenish body onto his spit, wishing to “jerk off” on the picture that aroused him.

Now the elves sang a duet.

At first the pace was small, the troll lazily penetrated, half the length of its dignity, into a tight hole. But soon, inflamed by the picture before him, he began to increase the speed and amplitude. So that after a couple of minutes, elf buttocks first met the hips of the abuser.

For a long time, such a pace could not continue, and after a few more minutes, the cave dweller's legs began to shake. A sharp movement, he planted in the girl at full depth. sexytal.com Cleverly throwing off the chain from the neck, the troll turned to the side and tilted the elf to the floor, without shifting her from the penis by a millimeter. The distended tummy began to shudder to the beat of the pulsation of a huge dick. From the mouth of the forest maiden, a seed poured on the stone slabs. From a distance it might seem that the monster is just peeing - so abundantly nauseous his victim. Such behavior betrayed in the creature the experience of such communication with the inhabitants of the forest, his goal was clearly to end and not splash.

When an impressive puddle accumulated on the floor, and the elf stopped nauseating, the cave dweller made another pair of frictions, then opened his fingers at the waist, returned the chain to the place and, saying nothing, went out, allowing his friend to enjoy the tight body alone.

Shortly after the troll's departure, the blissful ogre jerked his hands slightly stronger than usual, causing the forest maiden to bend over in pain.

High up struck whitish jet ...

At this moment the sphere flashed and broke up. The powder burned out.

Stunned by what she saw, she did not immediately realize that she could already move. Before my eyes still stood distorted by pain ..

the face of one of the highest councilors, through whose wide-open mouth, was beating a fountain of richly brilliant slurry.

- How could this happen? - asked the maiden of the forest at the ceiling, - The city is impregnable. The wall is indestructible. The army is invincible, but ... you need to ask Emelianna.

Quickly descending the stairs, the elf wanted to fly into the office of the witch, but a loud conversation, reaching through the door ajar, stopped her at the door jamb and made her listen.

- ... already dead! Terian ditched all his students and himself with them! Corgan barely took his feet! Run! He is invincible! - Deafly shouted a strange male voice in the office.

- What is the king? - calmly sounded the melodious voice of the hostess of the tower.

- Collects troops. Can you hear me?! Run from there!

- Stop the panic! - the female voice sounded rigorously, - You are a sorcerer of the academy, not a grandmother at the fence! I need information, not your screams!

There was a small pause, during which Sindorel pressed her ear to the door even more, and the sorcerer clearly brought herself to her senses.

- What do you want to know?

“How soon will their army get to my places?”

- According to the reports - in a week.

- Can they be trusted? Why so slow?

- This is the royal intelligence - the question of faith in them decide. There are many trolls in the army, but they are not the fastest soldiers, and the Infernals do not run very much.

- Good. I have time to get ready.

“Are you seriously going to fight him?”

- Do not carry nonsense! If the archmage himself barely survived, then I even could not resist. I will collect information and change the residence.

- Wait for you in the capital?

- Maybe. But not at once. I have a couple of ideas ... I want to check them out.

- Of course you will not tell me?

- See you! - cast a witch interrupting the conversation, - You can enter Sindorel.

A slightly embarrassed elf entered the room and quickly washed herself in the opposite chair.

- I did not want to interfere.

“I thought so,” the witch said softly.

- Leah! Does this realm show illusions or fantasies?

- This one? - the sorceress nodded at the ball, which is now standing in the middle of the table, - This is a means of communication ...

- Not! The one that was upstairs!

- Mm. Not. It shows distant places, if you were in them and you can remember them or those with whom you have at least some kind of physical connection, such as demonic burns from your ass.

- Are there any burns? But the lich said that elves are almost invulnerable from the inside!

“He said that?” - the hostess was surprised, - Strange ... these creatures are usually taciturn. However, he is right in something. You are not completely invulnerable, but from the strongest fire, which instantly burned the whole city, only tiny traces remained on your gut. It was for him that I found that creature.

- So that was a demon?

- Yes. Having devoured a lich, he occupied his body and was able to get out into our world. Immortality and seeming invulnerability make some stupid, - the melodious voice now oozed with contempt, - But the demon, in the body of a lich, has acquired incredible power - it will not be easy to expel him. But why did you ask such a question? What did you see there?

- It seems to have been my home. Forest City. There were trolls.

“So Krauk said nothing to you ?!” “Emelianna slapped her face in the palm of her hand,” “Dull, stupid horse!”

- What did not say?

The mistress of the tower sighed heavily before speaking.

- When the demon got into our world, he quickly assembled a huge army in the wastelands. Whom he called, who was resurrected ... And, the first ... on his way was your home. I'm sorry.

From the concentrated face of the sorceress, it was obvious that she was not at all sorry, but now the elf was in no mood for observation.

- But the city is impregnable!

- Everyone thought so. Elves relied heavily on their indestructible wall, their delusion was kilometer-long. That is the length of the hole that the demon struck. Pav in spirit, the elves barely fought. Leaving two hundred as a cover, they fled into the eastern forests, barely having time to grab the wagon train with the most valuable relics.

“That's it,” the elf replied sluggishly. She did not know what she felt, but there was no fear or pity in her. She didn't love anyone there, but she hated someone. She only regretted that she could not return to her cozy tree house, “So you cannot kill him?”

- kill? Demons are generally very difficult to kill, but can be expelled. However, to drive out a demon of such power will require something special.

- What exactly?

- Now. You need to hear it yourself, - Emelianna put her palms on the communication stone in front of her, - I saved something here, - long fingers stroked the device, - Here!

The stone sounded in an old voice, but only half of the conversation came from it. Interlocutor's voice is not registered

- ... there is a way! Yes! But will require combine spells!

- Not really! We'll have more and strengthen!

- Significantly strengthen!

- The rarest ingredients are required!

- The horn of malaya ...

“I know they died out six hundred years ago!” Do not interrupt!

- The horn of Malaya, the holy soul, the vital essences of rare animals.

- Rokul says - they are still not extinct and you can get it, do not interrupt, I say!

- You will also need a source of strength, our stones should suffice, so that everything is in order. Another sea of ​​powders ...

- Okay, don't scream ...

Then the fingers detached from the sphere and the voice was interrupted.

- It's enough.

- Why do I need to know all this?

- There is in this list that I can not collect, but you can!

- Why?

- I'm talking about essences.

- So what?

- You do not seem to know ... the essences of rare animals, my colleague, shyly called them sperm.

- And what you need from me? - In the voice of Sindorel there was a lot of indignation.

- You see ... almost all the animals from the list have a very large ... dignity, but I do not have the necessary qualities to collect, - at these words cheeks flamed like coals.

- And you want me to do it ?!

- You already have experience of communication with the beast! And I will pay generously!

- Forest people do not need money!

- Did I really talk about money? - the witch's voice became sensually seductive.

- And then what?

- You wanted magic power? I'll give it to you!

“I'm not a magician ... they checked me many times,” said Sindorel dejectedly.

- It is not necessary to have the gift to own the magic! I will cry with you an artifact of great power!

- The second time I do not buy this! - proudly said the maiden of the forest, stretching her legs.

- Look! - on click, a small wand decorated with rubies appeared on the table, - take it in your hands! Come on!

She-Elf carefully raised the artifact.

- So what? - I do not feel anything!

- Order him!

- What to order? - the voice of elf faltered.

- For example, order to create water! Think and imagine!

Sindorel shook her hand with a rod and a powerful jet of water struck the office ceiling. Everything was so unexpected that she even dropped the wand on the table. The mistress of the tower grabbed him still in the air and the artifact evaporated.

- Liked? If you collect essences for me, I will give it to you.

Thus, already the next morning, the elf, who had not resisted persuasion for a long time, walked lonely to the south, measuring the way with new boots.

The witch refused to go with her, saying that she herself also needs to collect the ingredients, and time does not wait. But she will not leave her without any help at all. The elf got at her disposal an impressive bag of gold, a light, even flirty belt and belt wallet, as well as another wand, this time with a single sapphire. According to the witch, he had many spells on him.

First, there was a message inside the rod for that very magician from the ball. The girl went to him and old Shokhar lived in a town in the south. He had to enchant an artifact to find the right beast. Secondly, the rod will collect the essence when it is obtained. Third, and not least, the rod could not be lost ...

or spoil it. They could not steal it either, the thief, according to Emelianna, will find the reason not to steal the artifact.

Pondering over all these amazing properties, Sindorel was moving toward a goal. Her path was easy. The trained legs sporely carried the elf along the road, the short dress, then created right on the body, did not prevent to move, and the cloak covered from the wind and bad weather. Gold also helped to get a good overnight stay and food in roadside taverns.

So a week has passed. Having paid the fee of the Voladiki gates at the sunset, the forest maiden entered the streets of the desired city. The boy, who was already beginning to be a boy, was about sixteen years old, and suggested to the "beautiful lady" the way to the house of Shokhar. He was on the other side of town, and the elf decided to have a snack first at the local tavern.

Having paid off with gold, the girl quickly walked along one of the streets to the right direction, but she soon ended in a dead end and had to wade through the alleys, littered with sewage, poorly lit by torches.

At the next turn, something struck the forest maiden on the head, completely knocking out consciousness.

She woke up from the dimensional shocks, there was no doubt, in her ass wielded a male member of medium size. A moan broke from the darkly green, for some reason thickly smeared sponges.

- Look ka - woke up! - croaked from above.

- It is good! - responded from behind, the one that, by the hands kept the elf in a dog's position, often tugging at them. Savory spankings spread across the alley, - For a long time such a woman did not tear! Slimmer of course, but in the ass, that in a clenched fist I shovel! Oh!

- Wow! - the choir reported several voices.

- Well, ka! - ragged beard raised Sindorel's head, jerking painfully over long ears and put a hard cock to her lips, - If you play prank, tear off your ears and cut! And you will please us with your mouth, let us fuck and let go!

- Yes! So her! - again a few voices sounded.

The traveler had no choice but to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, which caused a new storm of approvals, and the fact that she immediately swallowed up to its full length caused almost a standing ovation. Now she was quickly pulled from both sides.

The men who owned a new toy often ended and took turns. Having pulled the dress to the neck, they wrinkled the elastic chest at ease, lamenting that it was so small.

- At the local then, herbalist hoo hoo! Notable melons! And this apple! For nothing that elf!

We admired the smoothness of the skin and flat tummy.

- Notable doll! A century would be her yayaril!

But soon the conversations subsided. For an hour or two, the meeting of lonely hearts continued, but Sindorel had already numbed her jaw, her hands and feet were numb when she heard a loud ... "SHUCHER"

Having thrust something into an elastic ass at last, the attackers fled, leaving the weakened elf in a puddle of sperm, with a tattered dress and only threw a raincoat on top.

- Hold the thief! - shouted not far away, and many heavy boots rattled down the neighboring alley. Soon the sounds of the chase subsided, but even before that, light steps stopped above the helpless body.

- Madam! It is you? - Sounded a young voice, in which the elf recognized the very same boy. Almost without crying, he helped the maiden to rise, scattering in apologies that he had been looking for a patrol for so long, and it was not necessary for Mrs. to shine like gold. When she straightened, her cloak slipped to the ground, and the dress that remained to hang around her neck did not straighten. The elf appeared before her unexpected assistant naked, covered in dust and drying semen.

From this kind of lad began to stutter. Having kindly closed his eyes, he picked up the cloak and held it out before him.

Sindorel draped her dress back and back in its skin. There was neither gold nor a purse anymore, only something was sticking out in the ass, making it difficult to stand upright. This item turned out to be the very rod that was not only not stolen, but even the stone was not picked out.

In the morning, a pure and fresh virgin of the forest, she again moved to the dwelling of the desired sorcerer. The boy who led the guard, later insisting that he could not go to the sorcerers in such a way, invited her to his home. And now he dragged after him, not wanting to leave the beautiful mistress.

Sindorel was counting on replenishing the gold supply of the sorcerer and paying the guy for the services provided. To come to this, it was not destined. The sorcerer's dwelling greeted the guests with silence and emptiness.

“There is no one here, madam.” How fortunate that you had the key!

In fact, she did not have any key, but when she knocked on the door, the rod flared softly and it opened.

In the spacious rooms there was nothing valuable or useful, only on a dusty table there was a round flat object and a note.

Mrs. elf. According to the latest information, a huge army of monsters is moving to the city, and I had to leave in a hurry. Do not delay, and you too. On the table you can find the necessary artifact.

The artifact was a strange compass. It was strange that instead of the usual lonely arrow, the shooter had three different colors, and none pointed north. The shape of the compass came very close to the groove in the rod, where the elf immediately inserted it. Disappointed to find something else useful, she left the dusty dwelling.

It was worth walking a few steps towards the nearest gate, as the chimneys blew over the city and all the bells rang.

- What does it mean?

- Military alarm! - trembling all over, said the lad.

- Then run more to your parents!

- I can not! A week ago they left for the capital on business matters!

- Then run! - did not repeat the attempt to get rid of the satellite, the forest maiden. And together they ran to the opposite gate from the sound of the trumpets, but even there they were disappointed. The gates are already closed.

The soldiers rudely refused to release the travelers and pointed to the booth of the chief of the guard. Ordering the boy to wait here, Sindorel boldly headed inside.

A few minutes later she returned, accompanied by a broadly smiling, sweaty old man, who hastily straightened his belt.

- Pull them out of the gate with a rope!

The order was immediately executed. Finding herself on the other side, the couple rushed to escape along the eastern road. But soon, the elf noticed that the boy was not able to keep pace fast for a long time. He quickly began to choke and had to go to the step. Hope inspired roadside tavern, it is unclear how located so close to the city.

The four horses harnessed to the carriage stood at the door of the tavern, but the old gray-haired driver, seeing hope in the eyes of the travelers, said that if they wanted to be companions, let them agree with the gentlemen, but did not advise to hope.

Again ordering to wait here, Sindorel headed, at the direction of the driver, to the tavern, where, according to him, the gentlemen were buying on the road. She returned, accompanied by expensively dressed gentlemen and an innkeeper carrying a bag of supplies. After seeing the boy, the gentlemen allowed him to ride on the trestle, inviting the "beautiful lady" inside the carriage.

- What's your name? - the driver asked the boy busily, skillfully leading the four horses to the path.

- Bravin, lord!

“I am not a master,” the old man laughed. “The same servant as you, but call me Goun.”

- Say ... Gown !? And how do they fit inside? The carriage is double, and there are three in it.

- And this is not our business with you mind! - strictly answered the gray-haired, driving horses.

A joint journey lasted four days. Old Goun liked to chat and was happy to answer any questions. Except some. He categorically refused to explain to the curious boy why the gentlemen did not leave the carriage when they change or water the horses and why the carriage continues to sway weakly when the horses stand.

One day, Bravin looked around and saw how at full gallop the elf's head poked out of the carriage window, lit up his bare shoulders. She was breathing heavily and spitting furiously. Mrs.’s greenish lips flashed in the sun, and behind her something pushed rhythmically, but spitting, she hid inside again. To ask Gouna questions, the boy was already shy.

On the morning of the fifth day, after an unplanned night run, the gentlemen said goodbye to the elf in the next tavern, asking for last, to definitely find them in the capital if any help is needed. Having handed her a small ringing bag, the contented rich got into the carriage and flew away.

“Why are we dropped off, madam?”

“They are turning north, and we need further east,” the forest maiden said hoarsely, swallowing hard, “Hold the money.” Buy us food on the road.

“But madam, there are no settlements further in the east.” There is only a black lake.

“We need to go there,” the answer was in an objectionable tone, “And ask if there is a river nearby.”

Without waiting for the boy to leave, the maiden of the forest rushed to the well and began to greedily drink water from a bucket. She seemed to the girl incredibly tasty.

When Bravin returned with a bag of food and a waterskin for water, the elf was still drinking and splashing.

Travelers reached the river by sunset. The road to the east really turned to the north, and they had to go over stones and grasses. Seeing the river, Sindorel quietly screamed and rushed to run, simultaneously shamelessly getting rid of items of clothing.

She splashed more than an hour. During this time, the lad lit a fire between the stones, collected and washed scattered clothes. At the same time, he prostrated his own. He sat naked by the fire and spread wet cloths on warm plates. Hearing the slaps of bare feet on the stone, he hurried to turn away.

“Your cloak is on the stone behind me.” I washed the clothes.

But the elf did not take the cloak. She pressed her wet body to the boyish back. He started, felt the touch nipples hardened from the cold.

- Madam ...

- You know ... I thought ... since you decided to serve me, should I get an award?

Kneeling down, the girl deftly threw the guy on his back, sat down with a wet ass on his chest and deftly swallowed the rapidly hardening flesh of his newly appeared servant. She never had a servant and could not think of another way to pay him. Her experience said that all men are willing to give dearly for her body and will never refuse him. So the choice was obvious.

Until that time, she had always only swallowed deeper any member that fell into her mouth, but the gentlemen in the carriage had taught something for the joint road. And now she was using her knowledge with might and main, putting her head on her cheek, then caressing her tongue, or even swallowing her penis and beginning to absorb her partner's eggs as well to suck them like candy. At first, the timidly indignant guy was now only moaning and groaning pinned by a moist greenish body.

- You're just like a centaur! - unclearly issued Sindorel, when she swallowed all the seed of the boy. Turning her face, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, laid her head on the boy's breathing heavily and threw her cloak on them, “Let us sleep.”

Bravin doubted that he could fall asleep when a naked girl was lying on him. For a long time in his fevered brain, a thought struck - the journey is just beginning.