However, having opened his eyes, the boy calmed down - the elf was still sleeping on his chest. The raincoat slid down during the night, and the girl was sleeping on her back, so now, in the predawn twilight, it was easy to see the coveted hills of a greenish chest.
Unable to restrain himself, the boy extended his hand, not crushed by a young body, and, carefully, touched a dark green nipple. He, in the morning cool, was hard as a stone, and seemed to be ringing now.
- Already woke up?
Sharply withdrawing his hand, Bravin drew attention to the bright blue eye, slyly looking at him from under the half-eyed century.
“P-p-sorry, Mr. Madam.”
- Scared? - the voice of the elf was full of fun, - Am I so terrible?
- N-no ...
“Then why did you put your hands away?”
The hand again sharply returned to the delicate chest.
- With two hands ...
Having straightened his hand and moving the girl to the center of his body, he clutched at her tender chest as ordered.
- More gently ... like this. So you have to touch me when I sleep with you.
“I obey, madam,” it seemed a little bit more, and he would go crazy with happiness.
- Ltd! I even feel like you can not wait! - Elf firmly took up the rebellious penis palm.
- Mrs.
“So will you be my servant?”
- Yes Milady! - heavy grip on the reproductive organ did not leave options for an answer.
- You swear?
- I swear on life! I will serve you forever!
“Good,” with your head resting, the elf moved her pelvis, sent a hard head to her sphincter, and, in one light movement, she took herself under the boy's moan, having planted the entire length.
With the force squeezing the small bosom of his mistress, not having survived such depraved acts, Bravin immediately discharged.
- Already all? - a little surprised Sindorel, - Quickly you.
- P-Sorry Mrs!
- For what? Ah ... I get it. The rich also competed - who longer. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It suits me even more - saving time. I saw here, it seems, a willow ...
With these words, the maiden of the forest, disengaged from the weak embrace and went to the river.
Bravin still came to his senses for a long time, his cheeks were burning with such shame - the impossibility of satisfying the lady. Having coped with his thoughts, he nevertheless rose to his feet and began to search for his pants. Once dressed, he again lit the fire on old coals. When the branches crackled in the flame, a large shaggy fish plopped next to the guy.
“Bake it,” Sindorel said shortly, moving back to the river, wagging her hips beautifully. Now her hair was braided in a thick white braid with which water flowed in a stream.
Trying not to look at the naked body trail, Bravin pulled a sharp knife from his belt and began to clean and gut the fish, throwing scales and lumps right into the fire. Having finished cleaning, he wrapped the fish in the leaves of a tree growing nearby and shoved it into the coals. Soon a pleasant aroma of fried fish was carried over the glade.
By the time of readiness, the elf who had fallen back had returned. In her hands were three more fishes.
- This is our journey and in the evening with the morning.
Throwing on her raincoat, she rolled out the charred leafy bundle with her wand and clung to her half with her teeth. The new servant also received his piece.
- Sorry for no salt ... - seeing the maiden of the forest eating fish, it dawned on the guy, - Madam!
Thoroughly chewing a piece, she swallowed the fish.
- What?
- Do elves eat meat?
- They eat only this fish, and you thought I would eat grass?
- Excuse me, mistress. I was told that elves eat only greens and fruits.
- Wrong, just in our forest there is enough fruit for everyone, so killing an animal will be in vain, which is prohibited.
- Clear.
Next, the absorption of the fish went silently. Finishing off his part, the guy looked at the maiden, who had not yet finished his meal. He was immediately hot and his pants were tight. The girl who was carried away by food did not notice how her cloak had slipped from her and now she was shining her bare chest over the whole district. He tried to look away, but was unable to.
Having eroticly licked her fingers, for some reason everything turned out erotically for her, according to the guy, the elf drew attention to the viewer. Especially on his pants.
- ABOUT! You're ready! - throwing a raincoat, she spanked over the stones with bare feet. As she stood on four bones, she pulled off her pants from the guy and immediately absorbed the head in her mouth, ignoring the weak protests. Having worked with the tongue and rolling behind her cheek, the elf swallowed at full length. Sucking eggs, she began to move her head to the accompaniment of sweet moans. Sindoral was amused that the strength and frequency of the guy's moans depended on the frequency and depth of her movements, she acted as if she were a conductor. Quick swallow full length - a short sigh, frequent short movements and the guy began to breathe and moan often.
After a couple of minutes of making music, she put the palms of the boy on the back of her head, the rich often took her like that, and she didn’t understand why the servant didn’t do that.
- And ... you can? - a shy voice sounded
The forest maiden nodded, not letting her firm flesh out with her lips.
Now the guy set the pace and depth. At first timidly, but then all the more boldly and strongly he curled the female nape. Soon he was already rubbing the hot throat of his mistress.
On a greenish chin drooled thickly. The elf slammed her throat hollowly and gasped, but did not try to resist. Since I myself allowed ...
Due to lack of air due to frequent penetrations, the girl began to lose consciousness, but did not have time for the gray murk to flood the mind, as the guy pressed his white hair to his stomach and started shooting ... three ... seven ...
Sensing that the servant had finished, Sindorel pulled away, spitting out the falling flesh and began to cough hard.
- Excuse me, mistress! - Bravin remembered, - I will not do that again!
- Did you not like it? - the girl still could not gasp
- I liked it very much, but ...
- So ... you will ... once ... you need ...
- But ... madam ...
- What? - the maiden of the forest, finally, caught her breath and sat on her heels in front of her partner.
- Why do I have such a reward?
- reward? I was told that if a guy got up and he didn’t finish, it would be bad for him. I do not want my servant to be bad.
- Thank you, madam! - Bravin did not know what to answer to such a revelation, - So, now every time like mine ... Will you help me? - in the boyish voice there was a timid hope and a sea of disbelief in his luck.
- Yes, - then a little thought, - Do you often need it? Very often it will not work. We have to go far. Can you be patient until the evening, if anything, you will not be bad?
- I will suffer mistress! - happily answered Bravin.
- Well, - the girl smiled at him, licked a white drop from the upper lip, - Then I will go, wash my face, and you collect our things. Let's go further east.
- Yes, madam!
The sun began to burn and Sindorel threw off her cloak. Having wrapped it on a willow stick, which I grabbed on a halt, I handed it over to my servant and, with a sigh of relief, walked on. Unlike a raincoat, a short and thin dress did not prevent the light wind from refreshing the skin heated by the sun.
Bravin also sighed. Now he saw what was stopping to go. The already short dress of the elf woman, when walking, was even more bullied and he practically saw naked charms. Short stockings, mid-thigh, only strengthened the effect. Clenching his teeth, he turned away and walked on, trying to look at the water.
In the evening he took his soul, long stretching his tight throat on the penis. With difficulty clearing her throat, the maiden of the forest went to bathe, wheezing and holding her neck, and the contented servant set about cooking dinner.
Returning and having dinner, she again noticed the rebellious interest of the guy.
- Not,...
no, no, - she waved her hands, - you choke me so much! - spreading a cloak on the stone, lay down on it and sticking out her ass, the elf looked at the servant again, - Let's do it better!
Bracingly, he bravely got rid of his pants and got ready to fulfill all his dreams, putting a barrel pulsating from tension to the elf's labia. She, suddenly curving, rested her palm on his chest.
- Not there, my good, only in the ass!
- Y-yes, Mrs.!
When the elf again took a supine position, the guy abruptly entered, easily overcoming the resistance of the elastic sphincter. Further progress required effort. As if with a creak, penetrating into the flesh that was as hot as embers, Bravin agreed with Joseph - really like a clenched fist.
Having opened his eyes, the future merchant openly enjoyed his body, as if glowing in the glare of a fire. Mrs. said she was over a hundred years old, but not every boy’s same age could boast such a smooth and elastic body. But it will be a dozen years, and any beauty, which he admired in the city, will lose its freshness, but not this elf. She will remain forever young and beautiful.
Touching his belly like silk ass, the guy began his way back. The elastic body of the elf actively resisted, not allowing herself to leave too quickly, which brought a lot of pleasure.
Having intercepted a young body on a narrow waist, it seemed that the fingers would now close somewhere near the navel, and Bravin increased his efforts. He had to strain every muscle in order to increase the rate of penetration. Soon he was all covered with sweat, but did not reduce the pressure. Having throbbed, it seemed, with his whole body, he poured out inside, his legs shook and he fell forward, kneading the lady's tender body.
- Well done! - Sindorel stroked the guy in the head.
“I love you, madam,” the guy shyly admitted, trembling all over.
- Oh ... it's very nice of you, - the girl heard the hidden notes of sadness, - I think you should be rewarded. Do you want to sleep in me? - the voice of elf sounded very pertly.
- And ... I will not bother you?
- I don’t think ... oh ... - she felt like recently faded flesh, again stretching the walls of her guts, - You are like a flock of goblins! - the girl laughed and patted the partner on the top of her head, - Do not be shy. You do not bother me, do what you want.
Bravina was somewhat discouraged that the owner of such elegant forms would not be under his weight, and would soon fall asleep, despite the dick in the ass. But at the same time, he was infinitely glad that all night he could do anything.
***
The young Baroness Clara was very worried, today the first wedding night awaited her. In the morning she was only the daughter of a rich merchant, and now she is a baroness — a noble lady. The father gave a lot of money dowry to this marriage took place. One hundred thousand in gold! You can buy a city.
Expensively dressed maidservants dressed up a young wheat-haired mistress in an expensive scarlet dress, whose bodice was so tight in her chest that the girl’s considerable bosom, almost completely protruded, sharply contrasting with a milky white with a black fringe of corsage.
Even distant panic cries, which, however, quickly calmed down, could not tear her away from her emotional thoughts.
Pulling on black tight stockings on mistress, the maids escorted her to the bedroom, sitting on a bed surrounded by four posts. Then quietly retired.
The elderly Baronet Brakis, as always, promptly burst into the bedroom. Not letting my wife do a crocodile, he pressed her spouse to his body, freeing her left breast with a slight movement, which she herself was striving for, and squeezed her tightly in her palm. The Baroness groaned in acute pain, but she did not try to escape, drooping in strong hands with an obedient doll.
- Are you ready to fulfill your daily vows and serve me in everything? The baronet asked rudely, narrowing his eyes at what made the wrinkles around the eyes even deeper than usual.
- Yes, Sebastian! - gently cooed girl.
An elderly man, with a boyish, as if in a mock, name of Sebastian, from whom he was always sick, sat down his newly appeared wife on the edge of the bed and in one motion tore the bodice up to the skirt. Freed from the captivity, the dairy hills, seductively swayed in the twilight of the bedroom. Despite the large size, the girl’s breasts didn’t think to sag, retaining the coveted elasticity.
Roughly grabbing the golden curls, Baron lowered his pants and with a force burst into the hot mouth of the bride ajar. He did not intend to fancy and immediately began to hammer the maiden throat. The gagging urge twisted the insides of Clora and now, often swallowing a thick piece of meat, she understood why she was not fed for more than a day.
The well-bred girl, despite the fact that she was choking and choking on her saliva, did not even try to resist, just put her hands gently on the hips still covered with pants.
- Do not swallow until I resolve!
With a gentle hand press, the girl showed that she had heard the order.
After making a few more jerks, Brakis left the pulsating throat, leaving only the head in his wife's mouth and began to flow plentifully. Hiccupping and dropping tears, the bride tried to execute the order, but the seed was so much that it soon began to run down the corners of her lips, dripping from her chin on her chest and stomach.
Pulling back, the baron looked into the blue eyes full of tears.
- I want you to understand what kind of obedience I expect from you! Hey there!
One of the old maids immediately burst into the room.
- Drink and lick it all!
Stumbling and tangling in the ruffles of a dress, the maid immediately rushed forward and pressed her lips to the splattered flat belly of the bride. Diligently licked all the white drips, she merged with the Baroness in a kiss, forcing her to pour all the contents into her mouth, and for a long time she used her tongue, trying to collect everything into a drop. Considering that the job was done, the maid cleaned the master's penis, and then received permission to retire, which she performed with all the same haste.
“I understand, my lord,” Clorah’s voice left no doubt of humility.
- Undress and lie on your stomach.
Quickly throwing off her dress, the girl grabbed the edge of her stocking ...
- You can leave it.
Pulling several silk scarves from the chest, Brakis tied her black ankles to the columns below, forcing the girl to spread her knees bent at the knees. The wrists were also tied with scarves and pulled to the top of the same pillars, from which Klora had to bend, strongly sticking out his chest and exposing the ass.
“Well, you're ready.” Greet our dear guest, honey!
Turning around, the girl wanted to scream, but the fear turned out to be stronger than the scream, her throat tightening with a steel vise.
A flaming skeleton stood in the doorway.
- How beautiful is the view of the young body! - the creature clicked, - You got a tidbit, Sebastian! Oh, do not be angry, I know that you hate your name, but it is yours.
- I humbly put it at your feet, my lord!
- And dad taught her a lot! - with these words, the demon easily stuck two bony fingers into the girl's ass, which caused a cry of pain, but not at all from the rudeness of penetration - the bony finger was very hot. Not enough to leave burns, but that was enough, - But managed to leave clean! - the monster laughed heartily. - Feel the evil irony? However, it does not matter ... do you want to be present?
“If the sovereign permits!”
“Allow,” the demon shook his hand and handed the bottle of gray liquid out of the air to the Baron, thickened from the air, “Let him drink to the bottom.”
Respectfully taking the bottle, Brakis roughly grabbed his wife by the hair and poured the contents into the obediently open mouth. The crucified maiden never tried anything more bitter. I had to hold back the gagging urge again, and tears spilled from my eyes again.
- If it is allowed to ask ...
“This is a fire protection potion,” the demon predicted the question of the baron, “Your magicians are not capable of such a thing,” the skeleton reported a little drawing, “This will save ...
baroness from burning alive.
The instantly grown crimson member of the skeleton was ready. Giving up to the girl, he put the head on the lips of his crucified crucified. The penetration was accompanied by a loud hissing, but the Baroness, already ready for the pain of hell, to her surprise, did not feel the heat. The demon's member was obviously plump for a single virgin hole and moved forward, slowly moving apart moist flesh. Entering half the length, the friction against the taut walls became overwhelming, crushing harder, he just pushed the girl's body away from him, pulling on silk scarves and bending the partner further.
- What a nice body! Tight and gentle! Soft and ... - taking a narrow waist with bone paws, the demon, with a powerful jerk, overcame the resistance of the maiden flesh, loudly slapping the pelvic bone on the soft butt, which caused a new drawn-out cry - ... supple!
Grasping more conveniently, the skeleton began to sweep its female with a flourish. The room was filled with elastic slaps, and soon they were joined by girlish moans - Clara clearly enjoyed the process.
Unable to withstand the appearance of his wife’s milky, resiliently bouncing, milky breasts, Brakis briefly tinkled into a table bell. The maid servant immediately burst into the room and froze in the doorway, opening her mouth in surprise. Without letting the girl realize what he had seen, the baron roughly threw her onto the desk, scattering feathers and vases with her body.
Recovering from the usual rudeness of the gentleman, the maid hurried to lift up her dress and dissolve the lace of the corsage. Even a demon who was slapping a young lady on the marital bed could not permanently divert the black-haired maid from her duties.
The baron who did not want to wait, without any preparation, yanked into his ass, which was substituted to him, which caused a cry of pain, which the maid tried to turn into a voluptuous moan in vain. Soon she was already struggling in real sobs. Her dry, not at all ready-made gut, rudely tore up the mighty penis of the gentleman, and the quick pace he adopted did not give a second a break.
To the sweet moans and booming slaps were added heart-rending cries and heavy, puffing breath.
Saved by the maid of the over-excitement of Brakis, standing before the eyes, shaking his wife's breasts, and the incredible rubbing of her dry ass, led to a speedy eruption.
“Thank you ... for your mercy ... sir,” she whispered in a broken voice.
Immediately, a pink head appeared in front of her, which she hastened to clean, dutifully licked her blood mixed with the master's seed. Burning fire ass did not make the black-haired to move from their seats. Without the order of the master, she could not change her posture, even if she had to shine with her bare back all night.
The skeleton suddenly increased its pace. Mad jump made the Baroness vigorously come. A body convulsing in convulsions of orgasm and a pussy that began to throb, led the demon to effusion. Squatted to the depths, he froze and stood still for a few minutes, gently massaging the milk hills of Clora until she stopped shaking.
- Great! Awesome! - finally broke the silence of the skeleton.
“Glad she pleased you, lord.”
- Oh yeah! And now she needs a deep sleep, tomorrow she will need a lot of strength, and we have a lot to discuss with you, Sebastian.
***
Having woken up, Sindorel, first of all felt the ass that was overwhelmed during the night. The guy obviously had a good time, but having opened her eyes and looking around, she did not find a happy face.
Looking at the sky that had barely begun to brighten, the elf was surprised that she woke up so early. This usually happened an hour or two later. Deciding that the boy had gone to bathe, she sighed and, having decided to sleep, she reached for her cloak, but her fingers caught only emptiness. There was no raincoat. Looking more attentively, the girl did not find not only a raincoat, but even her stockings with boots. She even lost a willow pole, from which she planned to gather onions when she found the necessary materials.
Most frightened by the absence of a rod.
Because of the hillock, greatly reducing the view to the north, I heard a creak. Sindorel remembered that the heavy boots on the stones were creaking like that. But Bravin wore lightweight shoes ...
The flow of the river accelerated significantly from the last crossing and, thanks to the stones that fell into the river bed, there was created enough conditions for a resounding splash that jammed all other sounds.
Over the hill seemed four figures.
- Yes, she does not sleep! - Exclaimed the owner of a thick red hair.
- And we sneaked here! - It came from a skinny black-haired guy.
- Conud, Nome, come in from the sides! Let's press her to the river! - the redhead gave orders, which immediately began to be executed, - Maken, hold on a little behind, - the owner of an impressive belly, nodded nervously.
- Yes, Joseph!
Sindorel remembered this waterskin well, which had a great pressure on the back of her head in the Voladiki driveway, making it difficult to suck up a short stinky pod. She was ready to run, but could not throw an artifact here, so she slowly backed off to the water's edge, frantically looking around.
The men slowly approached, leaving less room for maneuver, and the baton was not visible.
When several steps remained between the leader and the elf, the redhead pulled something out of his pocket and threw it to the girl.
“I don’t know why you dragged it with you, but you will need this fat ointment today!” Well smear your ass! There you have a public place today! - Recently, robbers angrily neighing.
Automatically catching the abandoned, Sindorel did not immediately believe her eyes - in her hands lay a baton adorned with sapphire and a built-in compass with three arrows.
Now nothing held her back. Having strongly pushed off by legs, the elf, with a beautiful arc flew away to the middle of the river. Surrendering to the ice current, she focused on avoiding the often scattered boulders, a blow about which promised a deadly loss of consciousness, not to mention serious injuries.
The men who remained on the shore unanimously swore and rushed along the shore in pursuit.
- Damn it! But nothing! On the other side she did not climb! Shouted the redhead.
- But it takes over! We do not catch up! - the fat man was already breathing heavily, despite the fact that the chase had just begun.
- Catch up! To the lake at hand! And you can’t stay in it for a long time - ice water! - calmed excitement leader.
- Will freeze - get out! - supported the leader, skinny.
- And we will warm! - Nicked, silent before, leather-skinned.
The course really soon carried the maiden of the forest into a large lake. The far shore was hidden in a misty haze, and the girl swam forward, briskly cutting through the water.
Having sailed about five hundred meters, the elf was able to see the shores and swore disappointedly. The lake was surrounded by a palisade of sharp cliffs, and the only way to get out was a narrow strip of the shore near the mouth of the river. Now she understood why the redhead robber was so calm when she escaped through the water.
Overcame four men with bare hands did not have a chance to escape, too.
The pursuers reached the shore, having seen the figure swinging on the water, began to scream in a trace.
- Float to us, and then freeze!
- We will not do you any harm!
“We won't hurt you, baby!” For your back will pay dearly!
- Yes! Attach you to the elite brothel! You get rich!
Already feeling the cold slowly sneaking through the body, Sindoral decided to fight, but it was necessary to decide where to remove the rod - it was not strong enough to become a weapon, but would interfere in his hands. Having sighed heavily, the elf hid the artifact in herself, having pushed hard the sharp edges between the labia, without even noticing that the blue compass needle no longer shows direction, but is spinning at an ever-increasing speed.
Turning decisively, she was, swam to the shore, but then something grabbed her ankle and instantly dragged her to the bottom.
***
Waking up at dawn, Clara felt pain in her stiff body. The amiable husband did not take care to untie her, and she hung on the scarves all night. Looking down, ..
the girl screamed in surprise - a huge swollen belly propped her up as her breasts increased in size.
- Good morning madam! - plaintively came from behind.
Turning sharply around, the baroness saw the maid still lying on the table with her dress up.
- Call the lord, Lara!
- Excuse me, mistress! - the woman sobbed, - I was not allowed to change my position.
- Lara! Tell me that I ordered you! - pleaded Clora.
But, not allowing Lara to answer, the demon and Baron Brakis entered the room, accompanied by the soldiers. The soldiers carried on their hands five naked women. Folding the motionless bodies around the bed, the soldiers, having saluted, departed.
- Good morning, love! - smiled over her shoulder, the girl, burdened by the stomach, - I pray, untie me!
- A bit more. Be brave, lady! - the skeleton answered for the baron and lightly touched the long back of his white back.
At that moment, something jumped and pounded in a swollen belly. Clara felt something move down and then leave her body. This something turned out to be a small, mucus-covered gray-brown creature that looked like a little devil. Thinly squealing, he crawled between the legs of the woman in labor and sank his mouth into the swollen nipple, starting to drink greedily.
Following the first, the second and third imps came out.
- Six! Well, isn't it great ?! Said the demon happily.
All newborn imps, pushing, and fighting with each other, fought for drops of mother's milk. The food had an amazing effect - taking a few sips, the imp bent, as if from pain and almost instantly grew a few centimeters. Recovering, he with a new force entered into battle with the brothers for the supplement.
Thus, having made six approaches and having grown to the size of a large dog each, the horned creatures lost interest in the white breast and began to look around, bared their sharp teeth and licked.
Seeing the nearest body on the floor, the devils staged a new battle for this prey, but hearing the words of the demon, that there was enough for everyone, they disengaged and rushed, each to his victim. erotic stories The last demon who did not receive the goal, having glanced his bright red eyes over the mother’s body, first stared at the baron, and then saw the servant’s battered dress.
Seeing how the teeth of the newborn beasts are tearing naked bodies into parts, Lara burst into tears more than ever, but even when the sixth demon went towards her, dropping her saliva, she did not dare to move.
Grimacing at the screaming maid torn to pieces, Brakis hit her on the head, knocking her spirit out.
The meat-eaters grew rapidly. Claws cut through their paws, soon becoming the size of a man’s palm, arms and legs covered with taut muscles, and horny plates were cut through the chest and shoulders, covering gray bodies like armor.
Having finished the feast, the creatures, completely ignoring the presence of the baron, crowded around their father and mother in anticipation of orders.
***
Not long immersed elf, soon appeared before a huge, more than her growth eye. After carefully examining the victim, the monster wrapped the desperately kicking body into tentacles and began a quick dive into the darkness.
Three minutes later, the trained lungs of Sindorel were already burning with fire, praying for a breath of air, but the monster, not slowing down, pulled her to the bottom. But when the girl was ready to surrender and let in the lake water, the tentacles pressed her head to the dark hole in the rock.
The hole was tiny, but leaning her lips and spitting out the water, the elf was able to finally breathe. Recovering, she realized that the creature had pressed her to the ceiling of the underwater cave, in the closed womb of which there was air. There was also a new discovery, the tentacle no longer squeezed her legs, but only holding her waist and chest tightly with a slippery ring, she was desperately trying to push one of the processes between the sexual lips of the victim.
Sindorel was glad that it was not for nothing that she decided to hide the artifact there. The monster obviously wanted intimacy, and this resourcefulness saved the girl from a possible pregnancy.
Throwing vain attempts, the lake creature jerked into the unprotected tight ass. Screwing in, the soft tentacle ruthlessly made its way into the hot flesh of the forest maiden. The elf woman already felt how a snaking writhing scion stretches her stomach, filling her gut with herself, but the creature did not stop there. The penetration continued until the woman's body swelled in half, and the pelvic bones did not begin to pop from the thickening guest.
Only when the bones of the elf's pelvis broke off with a crunch, revealing to the proprietor a new understanding of his anatomy, which, due to such a natural “latch”, allowed a member of any size to enter into himself, did the monster stop settling into his victim.
Sindoral gasped in pain. Her legs were trembling from the tension, waiting in unbelievable splits for the continuation of intercourse, but the tentacle stood still. Catching her breath, she held her breath and tried to push her hand into the spiritual hole. The edges softened with moisture crumbled a little under the pressure of thin fingers, and the hole was able to let go of the hand. It was not possible to expand it more so as the hard rock went on.
All these actions had to be constantly alternated with returning to breathing, since the partly sitting monster inside didn’t give a normal sigh. When the hand was already free to the elbow, the tentacle inside, suddenly, began to vibrate and twist. As the ass began to stretch even more, the elf realized that something was moving along the tentacle inside. When the body had completely penetrated inside, the process began to leave the familiar place, as if squeezing its contents into the girl.
The process took some time, during which, through the pain, the elf desperately fumbled in the hole made by hand, hoping to catch at least something.
The monster, meanwhile, had already finished, he completely removed the tentacle from the tight captivity, wrapped his legs and swollen belly, and moved on, dragging the victim with him.
The girl's hand, scraping the stone in the last attempt to cling to something, finally found some rod, but it was not fixed. A thin object, without much effort on the part of the girl, slipped into the hole.
Having sailed another fifty meters, the monster struck the watery surface, carefully landing the prey on a dry stone of a dark cave.
Dry, stale air filled the lungs. The lake creature released the victim and, having recoiled, shut up the only entrance with her body. Released, finally, the find, dumbly clinked on the stone floor. Impenetrable darkness reigned in the cave, and there was no way to see the discovery.
First of all, Sindorel felt a bloated belly. Inside her, not letting her pelvic bones close, something solid and rounded sat. Undoubtedly, resembling a huge egg.
Having shown incredible flexibility, the elf stuck a brush into her rapidly closing ass. Thin fingers touched the warm base of the shell. Freeing her hand, she thought - it seems that it was the very thing that the compass was leading to. It was her essence that had to be collected. But how to do it, if the creature does not have sperm, and there is only an egg?
The second time, having plunged her hand in herself, the forest maiden, with a loud “smack” pulled a sapphire rod into the air. With a shrug, she began to push the top of her rod into her ass in the hope that the witch had foreseen it. Hardly touching the shell, the stick stuck to it. Pulling his hand away from the quickly warmed-up grip, Sindorel felt the egg inside her body shrink in size. The foreign body shrank until the pelvic bones closed together, loudly clicking and returning the power over the leg muscles to the girl.
When the stomach became flat again, and in the ass slowly began to cool down the rod, the elf pulled out the artifact.
The sapphire in the top was glowing slightly.
***
With surprise, Brakis discovered six fat demonic members staring at the sky. Gray trunks with scarlet ends were long with a human hand. Carriers of such impressive merits already ..
the baron had grown on two heads and now questioningly shifted the gaze of red eyes from the demon to the mother and back.
The skeleton retreated a few steps, dragging Brakis with it and nodded slowly. The creatures immediately resumed the battle around their mother, but were stopped by their father’s imperious speech in a language incomprehensible to man. After carefully listening to the orders, the beasts began to act together. One immediately crawled between the legs of the baroness, and his comrades helped him to implant the crucified woman on his process.
Slightly clouded by the experience of her experiences, Clora welcomed the event with a sweet sigh. The second monster penetrated the tender ass. From the bliss spreading through the body, the Baroness opened her mouth, and the third son immediately penetrated there, interrupting her breathing and pulling the woman's throat tight. Two more used the delicate skin of the armpits crucified for self-gratification.
Not finding a place for himself, the sixth demon, having moved his fellow, began to screw his bolt into the already occupied ass hard. Pushing harder, he pushed his head inside.
Bright red blood began to drip onto the white sheet. Clara tried to squirm, but the six mighty rods prevented her from moving. She tried to scream in pain, but a piece of meat firmly settled in her throat, making it difficult even to breathe.
As if on cue, the creatures leaned back and then re-pierced the taut body. By issuing a joyful rumble, the demons did it again and again. With ever-increasing pressure, they pierced a limply fluttering body, causing silk ties to creak ever louder.
- Let's go Sebastian! We need to give a lot of orders.
- And what about ... - the baron vigorously put his hand in the direction of his wife, who was being tightened by six members, the white sheet beneath which was brightly red with blood.
- This is the last stage of their growing up! The spectacle is very exciting, but we need to hurry!
***
With the help of an acquired, albeit weak, but a source of light, Sindorel looked down at her prison. She was in a low depression formed by sometime water in the rock. There was not a single vent or crack in the smooth surface. It became obvious that oxygen, in such a closed space, would quickly end and needed to get out faster.
After examining the only way out, the girl made sure that it would not work out just like that - the tentacles of her captor tightly closed the hole, forming a slim plug of themselves.
Stomping her leg with annoyance, the elf swore and immediately grabbed her foot - a small bleeding cut formed in her foot, and something rang under her feet. Sindorel remembered that she had dragged something with her that seemed to be a rod, but now, sending a dim source of light to a mysterious object, she squealed for joy - a short sword was lying next to her wounded leg.
The handle, covered with strange skin, passed through a small ledge of the guard into a narrow, straight, one-sided blade that widened slightly to the point, representing a graceful mixture of falchion and khopesh. In the center of the wide part of the blade there was a faint dark stone.
Happily clutching the hilt of the find with two hands, the failed Ranger was able to assess the sharpness and quality of the steel. Despite the long years in the underground damp, the sword looked as if it had just been polished by a master blacksmith.
- Well, hold on to the monster!
Approaching the ringed traffic jam, the elf spread her legs wider and, dropping the blade down, plunged it into the skinny creature with force.
Feeling an incredible pain, the monster seemed to boil, scattering parts of the cut off processes and spilling everywhere that replaced his blood.
After receiving a full blow to the chest, the girl flew off to the side and hit the warm stone painfully. But the sword is not released. Seeing the tentacle flying toward her, the elf waved her face wide apart, cutting down the next process completely.
Only now, realizing their vulnerability and having lost a lot of vital energy, the creature disappeared, leaving behind only a handful of wet stumps.
***
“Why are we besieging Stauburg for so long, sovereign?
This question was asked to the demon by Brakis as soon as they got to the closest office from the bedroom. The furnishings, studded with green damask, were made up of a wide desk, a few soft armchairs, and cabinets for ink and paper. The rising sun, penetrating through the loophole, illuminated the map hanging on the wall, which the baron was pointing at now, having stopped his finger at a small dot named Stauburg.
- Are you in a hurry, Sebastian? - mockingly flicked a demon, moderating the flame and sitting down in one of the chairs as if for a rest, if this creature needed a rest at all.
- But to leave a powerful fortress in its rear ...
“I have plans for Stauburg,” the skeleton strategic teachings interrupted the skeleton ready to pour out. “I plan to build something like a nest there.” Details later. Now another question is more important - how many women and your villages are in this estate?
- Young? - answered the question to the question of Brakis, taking the place opposite the demon.
- Say capable of childbearing.
Instead of answering, the baron rang the bell and ordered the service maid to count all the women in the fortress, as well as to hand them over to the messengers to drive women of childbearing age from the surrounding villages here.
The maid who soon appeared reported more than fifty women in the fortress. The baron wanted to send the girl, but the demon asked her to stay, which undoubtedly equaled the order.
- So fifty ... if from the villages, they will be driven here at least as much again, in a week we will take Stauburg.
“But ... how is this related, master?” - Baron sincerely perplexed, the demon did not request virgins, and therefore does not plan to make a new offspring ...
- I'll show you now. For this, I asked this very beautiful person to join us. Could you undress, madam?
Having swallowed loudly and not seeing any order in the master's eyes, the gray-haired maid began to unbutton the bodice, exposing her small breasts. Not having received new instructions, she dropped the rest of the dress on the floor and, stepping over him with her legs, made an awkward curse, as if reporting in the execution of the order.
- Perfectly. You have a wonderful body, honey. Now lie down on the table with your chest. Do not be afraid so, nothing threatens your life - despite the external courtesy, the demon's speech was ridiculed and disdainful, - Stop, before you go to bed - drink this!
The servant in one gulp overturned a bright pink potion, which suddenly turned out to be completely tasteless, and leaned her breast against the tabletop, sticking her butt beautifully and spreading her slender legs wide. No fears could overshadow the training that the master of the castle did over the servants.
The demon pawed. After a moment, the imp had entered the open door. Now his muscular body was completely covered with horny plates resembling heavy armor. The entered creature quietly stopped between the interlocutors, showing no interest in anything.
The skeleton pointed with his finger at the bulging ass two feet away. The gray flesh of the younger creature grew stronger as if on cue, slowly walking up to the girl, who was shaking with her whole body, but diligently preserving the seductive pose, he gently grabbed her soft thighs and slowly entered the smooth hole of her vagina, slowly began to sway.
Not feeling any pain or rudeness, gray-haired calmed down a bit, and then completely surrendered to the tight pushes of a thick member, standing on the toes, thus trying to facilitate the penetration into yourself.
- Look ka, Sebastian, she likes. Already podmahivat beginning.
The room was announced the first timid moan of a girl. As if on cue, the demon increased the pace, increasing, thereby, the frequency and duration of female moans. After a couple of minutes, the maid already rapidly finished, scrubbing with long nails on the tabletop and jerking with slender legs, but the intercourse did not stop.
After a dozen minutes and two more equally stormy orgasms, the demon finally poured into the narrow cave of the partner. After waiting for her to stop shaking and twitching, he carefully removed the penis ..
and retreated to the corner of the office.
- Roll onto your back and spread your legs.
The demon's order was immediately executed and the men had a wonderful view of the reddened breasts and the moist, pulsating hole, from which the whitish swill slowly flowed, bleeding the smooth surface of the table.
- Tell us about any unusual sensation that you will have, child.
- I obey! - the girl meekly answered.
For a good fifteen minutes, there was silence in the office.
“My heart,” a gentle voice finally broke it, “It began to beat faster!” More often! I feel hot...
The girl clutched her stomach.
- Here ... ticklish ...
Right on the eyes, the smooth surface of the neat tummy began to swell.
- Nipples ... itching ...
Together with the belly, the chest has also grown a little.
- Ah ...
A portion of fluid spilled out of the vagina, followed by an ugly head. The slightly swollen belly quickly returned to its original state, and the small monster, leaning on weak little hands, crawled through the hot body and fell down on the nipple of the heaving chest.
At the same time, the big demon came to life too, he approached the girl again and immediately took possession of her, having performed a new act of copulation, after which he returned to the corner.
Drunk of milk, enlarged in size to the size of a teenager, imp, huddled under the table, gazing out with black eyes at the sovereign.
- A heart...
- You can not continue, honey. The process is repeated, I understand. Enjoy it
“But we don’t have enough meat to raise so many beasts,” the baron said, seeing that the girl’s stomach was swelling again.
- Do not worry, Sebastian. They will no longer grow.
- What about this? - Brakis jabbed his finger at the impassive imp.
- This is a demon-knight, Sebastian, and she gives birth to us demons-soldiers. She does it quickly thanks to the potion. You, by the way, should feed HER, without interrupting the process, of course, otherwise a miserable death awaits her. And the soldiers will eat in the future battle.
The bell rang again and the maids with water and liquid porridge started to feed into the office, they began to feed the gray-haired girlfriend, diligently pretending not to notice what was happening. Raising the girl's head while her belly grows, the women gently fed her with a spoon, interrupted when she began to fuck so as not to interfere.
- And a lot of it will come out?
- Lot. But without a potion, the process will slow down and amount to one or two individuals per day.
- Does food help her? She does not even have time to digest at this pace of labor!
“The potion will do everything, Sebastian!” It will accelerate all its processes, do not worry.
- Then one or two individuals per day, with hundreds of pregnant women ...
“It will be about a thousand fighters armed with teeth and claws in a week,” the demon finished for him, under the groans of a gray-haired one, which was again pulled on a thick member.
- Then I will order to prepare the bedroom, my lord!
***
With difficulty sailing to the surface of the lake, by a miracle, without meeting the wounded creature again, Sindoral headed for the shore.
When she approached, the gangsters began to shout, but when they saw the sword clasped in their teeth, they grinned merrily and prepared long knives. The fat man, whose knife could not be considered a dangerous weapon more because of the clumsiness of the owner than due to the blade’s dullness, put an impressive cudgel on his shoulder, which he had recently found on the beach.
- Look ka, and got a knife somewhere!
- Not tired to dive pupa?
- Better to throw it in the water!
- And then let us go!
In a scandal, men screamed, apparently not counting that the girl, tormented by a long swim, frozen to the bone, even though armed with a sword from which she took the sword, would be a serious threat to them.
Getting out of the water to where it was knee-deep, Sindorel took a deep breath, and, throwing up her sword, took a step towards a more than self-confident fat man. The blow struck from the shoulder was met by a straight block of thick club.
The bandits' eyes got out of orbit, when gray steel easily cut through a tree and flopped across the water, making what seemed impossible. In all directions, bloody streams struck from the body disintegrating from the shoulder to the belt.
Without becoming to wait until the robbers came to their senses, the elf in two jumps approached the copper-skinned and, with a short poke, broke through the belly of a frozen man in horror, cutting the spine.
The gang leader managed only to cover his hand, but she flew off to the side along with a piece of red skull.
The last remaining, skinny Conud tried to escape in a panic, but did not see the snag and stretched out on the sand with his whole body. He tried to blind the enraged maiden of the forest, throwing sand into her, but missed. I tried to kick a naked body, but did not hit.
With a ringing cry, the elf pinned her curly head to the sandy beach. Leaving the blade rocking back and forth from side to side, the girl headed towards the man who was still alive. He lay on his back, desperately trying to regain mobility of the legs, but they did not obey.
- Where is the boy? - an angry gently green face, hung over a mortally wounded thug.
- Spare ... - wheezed wheeze.
“If you tell me everything, you scoundrel!” - she was ready to promise him even a blowjob, so long as the one who was lying faster told everything - in the Ranger school they were well taught to identify fatal injuries.
- What do you want to know?
- Where is the boy, where is Bravin?
- Don't you understand yet? - copper-skinned tried to laugh, but only coughing hard, - He was with us all the time! It was he who brought us to your gold!
- Can not be!
- It was he who was on the lookout!
- He called the guard!
- He warned about it!
- Not! The guards shouted - hold the thief! He called them!
- What else should they shout, after the shukher's shout?
The elf swore noisily. It all came together. Her things disappeared somewhere. Take them to this cute four, they would have let their throats through the fifth circle, which means they stole things before they came up.
- Where is this bastard? - resumed interrogation.
“On the way to Stars,” Nome’s voice sounded weaker and quieter.
- Where is it?
- To the north ... there ... leads ... Ivilin ... flows from ...
Not having finished, the man lost consciousness. Knowing that he would not wake up, Sindorel spat on the dying body and went to kindle a fire. It was necessary to warm up and think.