- So what? - he threw dryly feathered not looking away from the horizon.
The bird blazed with light, scattering feathers, in an instant, turning a young girl dressed in the same gown as the man, but of a more feminine style.
“No one,” she replied in a low voice, bending her knee and resting her high heel on the corner of the roof, thereby exposing the slender leg covered with a thin blue stocking. “Only near the Stauburg itself is a cringe, but I did not dare approach.
Saying this, the girl, with graceful movements of her palms, straightened a thick chestnut mane, a wave falling on her back below her shoulders.
- farsightedness? The man asked, folding his arms across his chest.
- Not. Dangerously. He is in the castle.
- Do you think he hears us from there?
“If we try to look there with the help of magic, maybe even smell it,” having finished straightening her hair, the girl took out a thin and long black tube from her belt pouch, lit it with a finger, and she started a stream of smoke into the sky.
- Again, you suck this crap? - disgusted threw thin.
- What I want and suck! - the former bird answered mockingly, - I remember that you didn’t really mind when I sucked your crap!
- You can! - in a quivering voice said the guy blushing. - What do you think, how much has he collected?
- How quickly changed the subject! - the next stream of smoke rushed into the tar temple of the interlocutor. - Hundred seven or eight. You could have guessed it yourself if you were looking at something other than my leg!
- Like this? - Brunette immediately turned his eyes back to the tower.
- On small demons, - but seeing that the guy still does not understand, she added, - They go out on six hundred with a trifle every day. So there are more than six hundred women there, and considering that some of them are still in Chartred ... can you add six hundred and one hundred and fifty?
To answer the man did not give a transparent ball, which appeared in the air in front of the interlocutors.
- Stan! Katren! Why so long without a report? - broke out the scope of angry bass.
- Sorry teacher! - Both responded in chorus, bowing their heads, however, the girl immediately straightened and straightened her shoulders, creaking cloth on a large chest.
- It was not safe to send messages without a fixed point.
- We learned a lot! - interrupted brunet.
- Report!
- The demon gathered more than seven hundred women in Stauburg and the surrounding area. Groups of demons are sent to the northeast every day, presumably to the area of the fortress of Tirith.
- Already something! - answered the sphere, - Did you manage to intercept any letters?
- There was only one. We were able to read it unnoticed.
- I hope you did not think to apply magic to the messenger?
- And I did not apply! - the girl entered into the conversation, - While the messenger, piously confident in his own irresistible ... was brushing my teeth, Stanley fumbled in his bag and read the scroll.
- In the letter, Baron Brakis laments about the sudden death of his young wife.
- The reason?
- I stopped breathing in my sleep. But, according to our data, she was strangled.
“Stanley is embarrassed to say that you choked with a thick demonic member!” Looks like she gave birth to demons-knights.
“So he found a way to overcome the temperature barrier,” the sphere vibrated. “Good.” A couple of days, follow Stauburg. If there are no changes, go to Tirith - you need to understand that small creatures are forgotten there.
The sphere quivered and broke up, turning into smoke. The pupils bowed their heads again, after which, flashing, they turned into birds.
***
Sindorel, covering his eyes, basked in the hot, slightly soaring water. The last three days she chose to spend just that way, only occasionally getting out to sleep, lunch or receive guests.
The guest was so far only one - Gorrek. He, as promised, made and delivered the back sheath, which ideally suited the mysterious blade, which dispelled all doubts about his ability of the armorer.
The rest of the time, the elf enjoyed solitude, except for occasionally visiting maids, wanting to renew flowers in a vase or to tidy up. They, the forest maiden did not consider for the guests worthy of attention and did not even try to hide behind when they found her naked.
There was a knock at the door.
- Madam! This Rinta is a maid! To you guests!
- Log in! - raised the voice of an elf, coming out of a pleasant slumber, - Guests? There are several? She continued as the maid entered and closed the door.
“Two, Captain Carson and a mysterious woman in a veil and cloak who did not want to introduce herself,” as she said this, she tried not to look at the naked elf, who was spreading her arms and legs in clear water. But willy-nilly, she still cast a sneak peek, greatly envying such a beautiful body.
“Let them rise,” with these words, Sindorel got out of the bathroom.
She met the enrolled guests sitting in a chair, already dressed in her short dress.
The officer had a frown and nervously tugged at the accent of his parade uniform, who, inexplicably, put it on today, but the woman began to speak.
- I prepared everything to fulfill our agreement.
Without greeting, the woman began, getting rid of the veil and throwing off her cloak, spilling thick black hair and remaining in a long red dress. She sat in the second chair, leaving her companion to stand. Sindorel immediately recognized the brothel owner as a guest.
- But this dork, somehow I heard about the whole venture and now ... let him tell.
- Madam! - the officer began a little embarrassed. “The city authorities cannot allow your participation in any events that could harm you or damage your honor, without ... documented consent,” he finished, he sighed heavily, as if to show that the worst was over.
- What is required of me?
- Need to sign this paper! - an irritated look rested on Carsons, and the white handles had already unbuttoned the bodice, from where, flashing pink nipples, the guest took out the paper rolled up in a scroll. - In it, I guarantee that you will not suffer any beatings and will not receive injuries, which is always what guarantees my establishment. And also the fact that you agree to the provision of anal and oral services, with the complete exclusion of traditional intercourse and will not be forced to anything in case of a pronounced refusal, loss of consciousness or easily identifiable intimidation. On the basis of this, - the brunette's look became contemptuous, - This gentleman will be present. Is that right, captain?
“Yes, Ms. Falzburg,” the man answered hoarsely.
Sindorel took the scroll. Quickly running through his eyes, he got out of the chair and walked to the desk. Slowly bending down and pulling out the ass, from which the dress was slightly raised again, exposing all the most interesting. With the help of the inkwell standing there and the steel feather she put on the sheet a few runes, apparently meaning her name.
- It's enough? The elf asked, approaching Carsons and stretching a thin sheet to him.
Noticing rearing pants and trembling hands, from which the parchment began to stir, the hostess of the brothel could no longer hide the triumphant expression on her face.
- I will find the captain an inconspicuous place. So it all starts today at midnight. Come an hour earlier.
Throwing on her raincoat and putting down the veil, the woman left the room. Bowing nervously, the captain rushed after him so sharply, as if demons were chasing him.
At the appointed hour, the hostess met Sindorel all in the same room. Now her dress, in addition to the halves of her breasts, opened her shoulders, and the skirt, touching the floor behind her back, left everything open, including the lower abdomen. Bright makeup and beautifully styled hair complemented the depraved picture.
- You ...
Has it ever been auctioned? - again, without greeting, she began, adjusting the dress so that the neckline left in sight the very edge of the nipple halo.
“I saw from afar how the property of a couple of centaurs sold out, I was told - for debts.
- So today you look close. Here, today, the richest people of the city will gather. They crave submission, and you give it to them.
- What is required of me? - Elf asked, nervously stepping feet.
“They will do things with you that no woman-man could stand.” And the rich will watch. Only for the entrance they have already paid gold, but they are ready to part with much more. They are quickly bored with any perversion, and they will want more. This is what we will sell them. The one that wins the lot will choose your next position and event, of course, from the list prepared in advance. And the one who pays more than others will receive a special prize - you will give him a blow in the position in which he wants it. Is it clear?
- Yes. How long will it last?
“All night, but you won't refuse to continue if they pay?”
- I need money! - the voice of the maiden of the forest did not leave any doubt in her determination.
“Then leave your clothes here.” You do not need it.
Less than an hour later, immediately after the dancers' performance, a completely naked elf appeared on a brightly lit stage and looked around the hall. Already a few meters from a slightly elevated platform, round tables began, at which, lost in the twilight, sat the very rich. Between the tables, immediately ready to fulfill every whim stood disgustingly dressed girls. They could bring food or spill drinks, and for additional reward provided themselves in the full use of the client. The soft tune of musical instruments complemented the secular party.
In the circle of light, heaving loudly heels and appealingly wagging her hips, the owner of the place came out.
- Greetings to the great lovers of true debauchery! Today I am your lead! - a clear voice filled the whole room with ease. - Now our guest will take his working position, and we will proceed to the drawing of the first lot.
Four girls of varying degrees of nudity jumped onto the stage. Taking hold of Sindorel by the arms, they led her to a strange construction made of wood, belts and steel, which stood in the very center of the semi-circular scene. The elf was waiting for a wooden bed of two longitudinal segments, on which she was laid with her belly down. Segments provided support for the shoulders and pelvis, but moved away to the middle, leaving a void under the girl's stomach. Hands tied at the elbows behind his back, and widely spread legs, first left free to hang down from the edge of the structure, were rigidly tied to the floor, preventing them from bending at the knees.
Thus, the forest maiden remained hanging helplessly from a slightly bent forward bed, but the preparations did not end there. Having twisted the little wheels, the girls brought a soft platform under the head of the elf, forcing her to bend the neck and, thus, look into the hall, and a steel tube was threaded under bound hands, which finally deprived the victim of any possibility of movement. Finally maznuv greenish ass fat ointment, the girls retreated into the shadows.
“While the girls are handing out a list of possible events,” the presenter continued, “Let's get to know our special assistants.”
Heavy feet of several feet clattered along the platform. Sindorel could not turn her head, but by the reaction of the guests who began to applaud, she realized that the assistants were able to make an impression.
- Note! There are lots marked with a special sign in the list, which means that they can be ordered only when a lot is being executed directly above the marked ones. Otherwise it is unavailable. The initial cost of each lot is one gold, but pay attention to a special point. Getting started!
A white mark immediately shot up over one of the tables.
- One! Two gold! Who will give five? Maybe now ten? Who will give fifteen? No one? Sold for ten gold, a connoisseur at the sixth table!
The free girl nearest to the sixth table took a small sheet from the guest and handed it to the hostess.
- Original! I beg! Enjoy!
Two assistants rushed to the elf who was clamped into the machine. They have made every effort to dissolve the elastic buttocks, simplifying access to the dark green ringlet, to which, after the next heavy steps, touched a hot, coarse finger. Having easily overcome the weak resistance of the green flesh, the finger penetrated deep inside, then two fingers entered the girl, three, and soon, causing the painful grimaces on the exact face, the entire brush fell into the wet captivity.
The second hand lay on the white head and squeezed the skull, at the same time, a clenched fist in the ass began his dive, moving with rough jerks. Each breakthrough pulled out a loud sob from the girl, each time favorably accepted by the public. When the powerful biceps rested on the buttocks, and the brush inside seemed to be able to feel the elven heart, the voice of the presenter again rang out.
- I see the desire to purchase a new lot!
Who and for how much bought the next choice, Sindorel did not hear. She was very much occupied by a tense man's hand, comfortably settled in her gut, and when she left her body with a damp smack, she sighed with relief.
At the same moment, on the steel supports, hanging over the elf, something crashed. Squinting, she could see the powerful hoof. Then it dawned on her. A special assistant was the centaur. But the hostess spoke about them in the plural, which means two centaurs? But why? In the whole city, she saw only two centaurs. So, that's how they decided to improve their financial situation, however, just like the elf herself.
Rearing up half-horse still could not get into his green target. Fat dick hung out and did not want to go down at the right angle. The assistants had themselves, almost hanging on a powerful member, to bend it down and rest against the ass, which had not yet had time to close completely.
One mighty movement and half of the horse's rod sank into the tight flesh, puffing up a flat stomach and pulling out a cry of pain. The girl huddled in her shackles, suffering from excessive stretching of her flesh. Especially, the feeling was also because the unnaturally bent penis, bursting into tight flesh, strove to lift the fixed body behind him. Never before, as it seemed to a girl, such a thick member pierced her so roughly and uncomfortably. Even the stone troll seemed to be more gentle with her.
The centaur froze, he could not move back - it was forbidden to him, but he waited for the elf to calm down and stop breathing so hard.
Sindorel blinked at the tears and looked into the hall. Maximum attention was riveted on her now. Even those guests who managed to spread out one of the girls on their tables, and openly enjoyed the sweetly moaning bodies, now froze and could not take their eyes off the stage. And the girls themselves, continuing to moan mechanically, arched their necks in order to cast a brilliant glance at the elf twisted in pain.
Immediately a lot was drawn, according to which the structure was turned ninety degrees. The turn was accompanied by a heavy, awkward bucket of the centaur's hoofs, which had to carefully rearrange its hind legs. But, despite all his caution, the movement still led to new moans and cries, strung like a butterfly on a needle, by a girl. Now the maiden of the forest understood why there was a void in the structure beneath her. From this angle, it is convenient for viewers to see how strongly her belly is bursting with a huge penis.
Sindorel moved her hands, showing that she was ready to continue and the centaur, immediately began short pushes, slowly moving deeper. The elf felt it, as if a huge hot nail were being hammered into her ass. She groaned and sobbed, but when the huge eggs touched the divorced thighs, she could only breathe intermittently and loudly. Now she could not take a deep breath, and the audience burst into new applause.
Another lot went to a woman who wanted to immediately feel the swollen ...
elf belly She stroked the stretched muscles of the elf's abdomen for a long time and even tried to feel the shape of the penis through them, but the time was up.
After her departure, the half-horse leaned back. If earlier, in the wastelands or the camp of the forest guards, this direction was made easier by the ropes on the outstretched arms, creating the necessary tension, now the hands were tied behind their backs and the only thing that did not allow the girl to simply move back after the huge member was the same steel pipe . She-Elf turned out to be the most abundant oil, which is cleaned from the blade of the knife on the edge of the plate. To say that it was unpleasant was to say nothing.
Leaving only the tip inside the girl, the centaur froze again until another piece of grease was applied to his gun, then rushed forward, sticking to the full length at a time, which caused the elf to draw a prolonged scream and new streams of tears, but this time not began to wait. Powerful jerks shook the design. The machine tool groaned, creaked and twitched in unison with the maiden of the forest, but the steel withstood and allowed to continue the performance. Began a violent jump. The centaur did not give mercy, he clearly intended, finally, to get his portion of pleasure.
Much more overexcited by depraved action than all the previous hoofed lovers of the elf, this one could not keep up the pace for a long time and soon finished off climbing into the girl as deep as possible. The caustic jets of seed flowed into Sindorel. She was already ready for overflow, but the one who had finished the centaur was not enough for this. However, the elastic greenish tummy swelled even more.
At some point in the presentation, the elf's mind clouded. She was able to see herself from the side. Her chained body remains the body of an obedient female. It writhed and screamed, groaned and groaned, but she, Sindorel, was above it all. Even when the centaurs became two and they, as if in a race to try to tear her ass off, it didn’t touch the mind of the forest maiden.
The ghost of the girl moved to the guests. She invisibly passed between them and, suddenly realized that she saw through them. All their thoughts and desires, all lust and thirst for power.
Much more varied and livelier were the minds of working girls. They were writhing in pain, suffering from disgust, tormented by fear. Only some of them could distance themselves from what was happening and looked gray from them, as if they were dead at that moment.
And only one person was different from everyone else in this room. He was afraid, but fear was not his. He was in pain, but the pain was not his.
Flying closer, Sindorel recognized a man who had plunged into the darkest corner. It was Captain Guard Carsons.
He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, as if he were seriously ill, and could not take his eyes off the stage, like almost everything in the hall. But his light was different. It was not lust. The captain of the guard was experiencing an unspeakable pity and a sharp, painful shame. He was ashamed to be here, but, breathing heavily, wiping off abundant sweat with a handkerchief, he performed his duty. He was pained to look at the scene, but he did not look away. If this girl asks for help, if she needs protection, he should see it at all costs.
For her, he was ready to kill everyone in this room.
- Hello, child ...
A very distant, otherworldly voice tore the elf from observing Carsons's colorful play of emotions.
- You came to me again ...
The voice was so weak and so far that it was barely audible. Sindorel wanted to come close. She overcame walls and spaces easily, but her voice no longer said a word. The elf was confused, she was not sure of the direction.
Seeing the glow of the human mind, the girl approached. Two men stood on the tower of a small fortress, which hung over a narrow mountain road. High snow-covered steeples went beyond the horizon in both directions, making it clear that this is the only pass for many miles around.
The men talked quietly, leaning on one of the stone teeth. Their minds shone with hidden anxiety. Having kept their eyes on them, the maiden of the forest was able to hear the conversation.
“I don't like all this,” said the mighty trooper quietly. In his every movement a great strength was visible, but his hair had already turned gray and his face grew old.
- Are you talking about a boy? - just asked quietly gloomy blond with a hooked nose. - Young blood. So there are all sorts of women in blue stockings, - saying that he, creaking heraldic mail, leaned his shoulder to the stone.
- Not only. I don't like everything. These creatures are snooping around here. They took the Stauburg in a few hours, and now they are slow! Why?
- Fear?
“You yourself believe that?” In Stauburg sat nearly five hundred soldiers. Moat, suspension bridge, and here? The walls that the chicken will jump over? Two hundred recruits, yes we are with you.
- Tiritu does not need reinforcements, this fortress is impregnable! - exaggeratedly nasal parodied someone's voice blond. - Do you think we are doomed? - this question has already been asked quite seriously and the speaker did not hide the alarm in his voice.
- I do not know. They had to pass through us, not having strayed from the march. I do not believe that the threat of an avalanche stops them.
“But so many armies were defeated.”
- Human armies! This people are afraid of death! It is enough for them to know that any first attack will be swept away by a pile of stone in order to run away from fear, even before the start of the ascent. These same creatures do not feel fear! When the owner gives them the order they will easily go to their death!
- Well yes. The first attack we sweep, and the second sweep us. But why don't they attack?
- This is not clear. What are they waiting for? I'm here and believe in a blue woman, not that in stockings.
The elf heard the last words as if from under the water. Something unusual happened to her body there.
Sindorel woke up in a barrel of hot water.
Nearby, hip to hip with her, sat the mistress of a brothel.
- Representation... ? - squeezed Elf sleepy voice.
- It is over! - the voice of the hostess conveyed a storm of pleasure, whether from the results of the auction, or from being in a barrel.
Attempting to recall what happened even a few minutes ago echoed in the white head with a sharp pain.
- I lost consciousness?
- Only already in the barrel. But before that, you were great! Though a little crazy ... it seems to me. When you were sick of horse seed, the hall almost died out with delight!
In a room filled with water vapor entered one of the girls.
“Madam, Captain Carson wishes to see you.”
- Get him in the neck! I rest! Let it come tomorrow!
- He insists madam, bring me bathrobes?
- He insists? Not. So let him enter like that. Let him be ashamed.
Having said this, the hostess settled in a barrel so that through the water one could easily inspect her breast. However, this did not have the desired effect, the incoming officer was very calm.
- I apologize for the inconvenient visit, but I have an important message!
- And it can not wait until the morning? - the seductive voice complemented the fact that while uttering this, the hostess rose to her full height, giving a full view of her naked body.
- Can not! - The captain clearly did not pay attention to the spectacle provided. Moreover, his body also did not react in any way and it infuriated the brunette.
“Looks like I’ll still complain to you about Carsons!” Get out! I do not want to listen to you!
- I did not come to you Mona! Madame Sindorel, that boy ...
- What boy? - the woman asked irritably, wanting to retake the attention of the officer, but the captain ignored her.
- He wants to see you.
- me? - the voice of the elf was weak from fatigue, she threw back her head and closed her eyes, - can I visit him tomorrow?
- No, madam. The fact is ... this is his death wish - he is executed at dawn.
“And you disturbed us because of some ragged suicide bomber?”
- I have fulfilled my duty! Will you go, madam? You don't have to, but I have to ask.
The hostess could not even now say for what she now hates the captain more - for ...
neglect of her charms or for sincere participation and care ... about whom? About this elf?
“Well,” the maiden of the forest decided, sighing heavily, “Give me twenty minutes, Captain.”
- I will wait for you on the street, as required!
So within half an hour, Sindorel languidly wandered through the city streets for an officer in the cold predawn darkness.
- Sindorel, let me ask you a question!
- Ask the captain.
- My name is Benjamin, madam!
- Ask Benjamin.
- Why did you ... agree to all this?
- At the auction?
- Yes! I do not want to believe that just for the money!
“You may laugh at Benjamin,” the girl said wearily, “But it’s for the money.”
- I do not believe! I do not believe that you did this just for the sake of wealth or jewelry!
- For a ship ticket ...
- What? - the captain even stopped from the stunning news.
“I must leave for the northeast as quickly as possible.”
- But ...
- Any price captain ...
- But why do you need all this?
“I don’t know myself already,” the girl replied with a little thought, “You recently talked about duty.” So - this is my duty! And now fulfill yours already, and I will go to sleep.
When, next to the thick lattice behind which Bravin was sitting, they put a bench, and a slim figure covered with a raincoat sat on it from head to toe, the boy did not believe his eyes. He still did not believe that the elf would come for him.
- Madam! - rushed the failed bandit on the lattice. - Thank you, madam! I will serve you! Faithfully and truly! Thank you for coming for me! Thank you for saving me!
- What? - voice Sindorel was quiet and cold, and the cold chilled the guy to the bone. - Serve me? You already served me, and where did it lead us? - the loin was aching, but the ass did not have time to close, it burned with fire, and I just wanted to lie down and fall asleep, but I had to talk to this boy. She decided to find out how much betrayal.
- But, madam! - tears flowed down the guy's cheeks.
- What was your share? How much have you been promised?
- I faithfully ...!
- Answer me! - Elf with anger leaned forward, the captain thought that for a brief moment, her eyes blazed with blue light, but he assured himself that this torch flashed in the unnaturally bright blue eyes of the elf.
“Golden,” the boy immediately turned sour.
- And what did you have to do for gold?
“Do not let you escape,” Bravin said quietly.
“I don't want you to serve me.” I don't want to see you anymore Bravin. You made your choice that night, and I thank you for it. It taught me a lot. And now goodbye ... boy.
With these words, the maiden of the forest got up and went to the exit.
- Will you come in the morning? - a trembling voice reflected from the slimy walls of the dungeon.
“I will sleep, Bravin,” the elf answered quietly and continued on her way.
The captain rushed after her and in time, barely leaving the dark corridor, the girl lost consciousness.
Morning greeted Sindorel with a cheerful smile from one of the hotel maids.
- Oh! Madam! I did not want to wake you up! It's just a package ...
- How did I get here? The stunned elf asked.
- Oh yes! You were unconscious when Captain Carson brought you. The girls and I stripped you and put you to bed!
- Dial a bath, please!
After lying in the hot water and properly nadraiv her body with fragrant soap, the elf finally came to her senses. It was strange that she lost consciousness yesterday. She had been pulled on thick limbs before, and much longer than this time. If you think about it, then the strongest pain from the hot rings of the Shire or even the demon penis burning with fire had no such effect over it.
Getting out of the water and throwing a robe, she remembered that the maid was talking about some kind of premise. She turned out to be a paper roll, unfolding which, Sindorel extracted a small wooden box and a small note. On a small, strongly smelling of perfume piece of paper, ten percent was neatly displayed. In the box was gold.
Thirty-two gold coins.
***
Meanwhile, from the west, a carriage, drawn by a six of horses, moved to Starsu. Two men in their shirts sat across from each other and talked quietly. Between them, sitting on a member of one and actively swallowing a member of another, a very beautiful young girl worked silently, wearing only sandals on a soft high platform, net stockings and lace blow-outs. Even when the wheel stumbled on a hummock, and the member entered the girl deeper and rougher than usual, she did not give out her inconveniences with a sob or a squish. Only honey curls swayed more than usual.
- May I ask the lord? - Said the young brown-haired girl, putting her palm on a round ass, the girl immediately switched to the pace set by hot fingers. At the same time, the rate of swallowing hot flesh has not changed at all, as if it were two different girls.
- Ask while I am good, - without opening his eyes, a man of about forty looked, - If anything, Lina will make amends to you! He added, smiling and scratching his bright red hair.
- Yes, Lina can! - a ringing slap on an elastic ass was carried around the carriage, - Everything is good in it - and swallows notably, and with muscles where it is necessary to squeeze, only the chest is too small!
- Great chest! Do you want udders - go to the cows!
The girl between the speakers didn’t react to discussing her, and continued to work just as calmly and methodically.
- So! We drove through many lands and everywhere visible preparations for war.
- Human wars don't bother me! - impressively told the red-haired, with a touch letting Lina understand that she needs to accelerate.
“But, as the innkeeper told me, the war is not entirely between people.”
- Yes Yes. Demons, undead, elementals - all these are also people's problems. They are the creators of their troubles. I do not have the leisure to do it, so let's skip this topic, and besides, we stop!
At that moment, the carriage really slowed down and, after a minute, stopped. The door swung open and, with the memorized phrase “I ask you to pay the fee,” the guard jabbed inside. His eyes slowly widened and froze on a naked girl who paid no attention to either the stop or the appearance of the viewer, continuing to smoothly move her pelvis and often nod her head. Suddenly, the head of the laborer froze, and on the swan neck began to see the efforts of frequent swallowing. Taking the seventh sip, she, still silently, resumed her nods.
- It's enough? - put the brown-haired man in the guard's hand a gold coin and, waiting for a stunned consent, shouted - Touch!
The team slowly rolled into the gate.
***
Three days later, having paid off with Kokles, having given twenty gold for the ticket and could not resist - having bought several dresses and a set of stockings for herself, Sindorel boarded the three-masted vessel “Mighty”.
A young brunette in a gilded dress and accompanied by an elderly maid climbed aboard with her. A stout middle-aged gentleman with an unusual hair color for men followed aboard. He was accompanied by a well-dressed servant, who stepped noiselessly, in contrast to the brunette who was loudly knocking his heels on wood, and was wrapped, despite the heat, in a thick cloak, with a honey-haired girl whose beauty struck even the elf. Noticing the interest in herself, the girl stopped for a moment in front of the virgin forest and smiled sweetly, which led to the fact that a white drop leaked from the corner of bright red lips. With her head up, she gently licked her tongue with her tongue, showing a higher elf's mouth full of white goo, and, again smiling, followed the men.
Sindorel got a spacious cabin with a large bed and three mattresses for servants. When the guide sailor left, the girl heard a faint sound from behind the wall of the next cabin. By putting a long ear to the wall, the elf was able to distinguish the words.
- Drop the raincoat. Do not leave the cabin - gray bed for me. If Pal wants you, you can condescend ...
to him on the mattress, but do not let him on the bed.
- Well, thanks for that! Said another voice. - Can I get out?
- Yes. In particular, if Lina needs something, you will bring it. You owe her by the way. She reported.
- It drips on your boot!
- Damn! Lina! Okay. Here you can relax. Open the mouth, just be careful!
- Damn, really all reported!
- You can swallow. Now lick your boot. Good. Lay out things, and I'll go to the mess. Lina, make sure that nothing has flowed from my return to you.
When the door closed and the steps subsided, a male voice again came from the cabin.
- Work your mouth, please! You rub yourself later! You are very excited now! And then I can not walk with such a riser!
Then there was silence in the cabin.
With a shrug, Sindorel changed her clothes. Now she had a choice, and she preferred green thin stockings and a green dress, so tight, as if she were naked, but almost knee-length.
All this, and many other things, was advised by Mona Falzburg. She first tried to persuade the elf to perform an encore, and having received a mild rejection, she advised many things. These councils were supposed to make a wealthy lady out of an uncouth elf. At least in appearance. So it is easier to travel, and at the gate will not be taken for a tramp.
It was clear that she earned decently, once descended to such advice and was not offended because of the refusal.
Throwing on her short jacket, the elf walked into the common room, where a brunette and a brown-haired woman was already waiting for her.
Seeing the walk in, a quiet conversation was interrupted, and the man jumped to his feet.
- Oh! Another beautiful lady! - at these words the brunette contemptuously covered herself with a fan. - Let me introduce myself! This should be done by my servant, but the bastard has no place in such a lovely company. - My name is Marquis de Reyk! Pretty mistress - the resplendent Duchess von Kloss!
Realizing that his head stunned the girl, the Marquis continued.
- How can we turn to the charming representative of the forest people?
“Sindorel,” the elf finally squeezed out, which the duchess immediately snorted.
- Beautiful name! Do not pay attention to his brevity Lady von Kloss, the elves have short names. Under this name may even hide the queen!
Passing inside, taking herself a glass of wine and a peach, the elf walked to the glazed gallery of the stern and began to admire the river bed from an easy chair. Since that time, the ship has already managed to leave the port and was rapidly moving along the river to the sea.
Marquis poured in front of the ladies, but had little success. She-Elf did not listen to him at all, having gone into her thoughts. The Duchess, too, but by virtue of secular upbringing, she made it much more secretive.
As the sun approached the horizon, Sindorel silently went to her cabin. Soon after her left and brunette.
When the Marquis returned to the next cabin, a new conversation came to the girl stretching out on the feather bed. Now the noise of the port did not interfere with it, and there was no need to put an ear to the bulkhead.
- I told you to make out things!
- But ...
- Let me guess - did not get out of Lina? You can not answer, the drips of sperm on her legs speak for you. Okay. Seen our companions?
- Saw the lord! - the servant answered, having begun to rustle the disassembled things.
- What do you think?
- I would not remove them from the member, well, except for the old woman, of course, but they are very impregnable in appearance.
- Do you want to bet Pal?
- What?
“Before the end of the week, the duchess will swallow everything that I put in her mouth, and by the end of the next, you and I will lay her on this bed and do everything we want!”
- And if it works?
- Until the end of the journey you can forget about Lina.
- Heh. Okay. Why not an elf? She is also quite nothing!
- Do not go. She doesn’t have so many weaknesses, and I don’t have such contempt for her, and besides, she hears us.
- How to hear? The servant coughed.
- Ears. Elves have a good ear. So better apologize.
“Um, please forgive the foolish, forest mistress!”
“Will she tell the duchess?”
- Hardly. Noble women openly despise the elves, and the duchess is no exception. Do not be surprised if she will not listen. And the elves reciprocate. Lina Lie down on your stomach and move your buttocks apart.
- BUT...
- And you make out things! Oh yes, as tight as ever!
- Yes, I'm not about that! Why despise?
- Envy. Further itself, my dear, but do not hurry - all night ahead.
- Uh ...
- Not understood? Human women usually age quickly. Already, as a rule, by the age of forty and see nothing. And elves only ... I don’t remember, are they three or five hundred years old considered to be adults ?! Well, the first wrinkles appear already in a thousand. Squeeze harder, sun, do not shirk.
- Lord! Are you not shy about ... other people's ears?
- Not! So even piquant ...
After some time, judging by the conversations, the servant joined the lord in the exploration of the girl’s bowels. The men talked about nothing in general, and often praised wordless Lina. Under such conversations, Sindorel fell asleep, lulled by the measured roll.
The next morning, the Marquis nightingale poured in front of the Duchess. He told funny stories, continuously made compliments and in every possible way involved a noble lady in conversation.
For three days, rather meager answers, having applied not the most powerful mental efforts, it was possible to find out that the Duchess had married in 16 years old, having received her current title from an elderly husband. I did not give birth to children because of the inability of the duke, and when he fell down, she set off on a journey in search of a cure for old age.
It was clear that on her return she expected to put on mourning.
Despite this frankness, Mrs. Von Kloss remained cold and unapproachable, so she frankly missed. Exactly up to one moment, while the Marquis, on the evening of the fourth day, did not reveal to the world a deck of cards.
A painful shine appeared in the eyes of the duchess.
The deck seemed strange to the elf — the shirts of the cards glowed, but she did not show that she had noticed something.
Immediately began an incomprehensible elf gambling. While the last rays of the sun left the sky, de Reik managed to win the first two times and then lose six times in a row. There was no limit to the delight of Mrs. von Kloss.
With the sunset, Sindorel habitually went to rest in her room. Until the moment the elf fell asleep, the Marquis never returned. So that his servant was having fun alone, under the dimensional slaps, he shouted “But! But! Trotting! ”It seemed to be riding a horse until it got tired and fell asleep, praising at last the spooky filly, in the role of which Lina was clearly.
At dawn, keen ears helped the elf witness a new conversation. From which it became clear that Madeleine, so apparently called the Duchess, does not know at all that I’ll hold onto the excitement and managed to lose all my letter of credit to the penny overnight, but did not recognize this and promised to win back in the evening.
In the evening, she naturally blew out the remnants of cash and most of the jewelry, including the gilded dress. The last bet was an expensive husband's family ring. Having lost it, the woman in a quiet whisper, clearly not wanting an elf to hear her, said that without this ring she would not be allowed to go home. So she agrees to any bid.
Under the outpouring of the Marquis of the impossibility of accepting any rates other than cash, Sindorel left the mess-room, even though there were still several hours before sunset. But going out the door is not tightly covered her, deciding to spy on what will happen next.
Inside the game has already begun. The cards were glowing and flying over the table, thrown by the Marquis with a deft hand.
A floorboard creaked behind the elf. She turned sharply, running her hand under the jacket. Under the loose folds, the blade adorned with a black stone skillfully hid. A few meters away, in the almost complete darkness of the corridor, there were two figures.
Obviously not knowing that the elves see well in the dark, Pahl began in a whistling whisper.
- We are servants of the Marquis! Mrs. Since you know our secret and are aware of our betting, and even independently decided to peep, - here the guy smiled cheerfully, - Could you let me and Lena too?
Nodding, the maiden of the forest retreated a little, letting the couple fall into the gap. Only now she noticed that there are no pants on the boy, and the girl is wearing only stockings and blowjobs. Sitting on the floor, still apparently hoping for darkness, the guy put his farm up, and the girl, hugging him by the neck, planted her ass. Weak circular movements of the pelvis did not prevent her from prying.
Six eyes peered into a dimly lit room. The Duchess was already sitting on the floor, and in front of her, so that it was convenient to peek from the door, stood the marquis with his pants undone.
The woman almost cried, but the white hands reached out to the man and dragged his dignity into the light. A surprised exclamation rang through the mess — the penis was thicker and longer than the forearm of a young brunette.
Quickly recovering herself, the woman grabbed a powerful trunk with both hands and, resignedly sighing, swallowed the purple head entirely. Smacking sounds came to the corridor.
- Right, Madeleine, this is not a candy. You're so suck out of me all my life - work more language.
- Not! This is no good! - After a couple of minutes, said von Rake and put his hand on the black-haired head. Unceremoniously having crushed difficult packing, the man sharply pressed, getting into a throat. There was a heavy wheeze. The woman tried to resist, but the forces were unequal and soon she dropped her hands limply, resigned.
- Try to swallow! You will feel better! Yes! Like this! Swallow more! Here you go! Now catch your breath.
“You ... wretch ...” the duchess squeezed out, breathing heavily.
- You yourself chose this bet, Madeleine. Catch your breath? Swallow!
More brunette did not try to speak, she just tried to swallow time, to facilitate the penetration into her throat of a thick penis.
The elf saw it well, as at another moment, the Marquis entered only a third long and stood still. His penis began to tremble and pulsate, but the brunette did not cough and did not start to swallow convulsively, only muttered indignantly. At first white bubbles swelled in her nostrils, quickly bursting, they gave way to new ones and soon white rivers flowed from a neat spout. They slowly flowed into the closed mouth, but not finding ducts, flowed over the stretched lips to the chin. The first drop fell on an expensive carpet.
At this moment the honey-haired maid abruptly subsided, planted on the entire length.
- Oh, Lina, you are superb! The exclamation was louder than necessary, but the duchess was too busy to pay attention to it. When an unpredicted piece of meat left the wet embrace, the brunette coughed hard, spitting white bunches on a multi-colored pile. Jumping, she was, rushed to the door, but the Marquis easily held her hand. He put a handkerchief to her face.
- You are in this form appear before the maid? Wipe and clear your nose! - speaking this, the Marquis expressively looked at the door.
Having caused a disappointed sigh partner, Lina jumped up first. Behind her as quietly as possible, rushed the guy. Last, silently stepping, Sindorel retired.