Cleverly getting out of the plexus of vines that served her as a bed, the young elf bent over a small depression in the trunk of the tree, into which, in special grooves, morning dew flowed. The smooth water surface reflected the beautiful face. Almond-shaped eyes of clear sky color, long eyelashes, soft green skin, neat nose, full sponges ...
- As always, flawless! - broke the silence of the wood room gentle voice.
Having drunk crystal clear water and satisfied hunger with the fruit of the capital tree, the still naked girl flew out into a narrow passage of her home. The graceful jump ended in a lake, one of the many that were located directly under the house of Sindorel.
After much sprinkling, the girl slowly emerged from the water. Only dark green nipples hardened into stone said that the water in the lake was icy. This is also noticed by numerous viewers. A lot of young elves gathered every morning around this lake to gawk at a shameless elf who didn't even try to cover up the nude charms. The girl on the contrary, erotically bent over the water, squeezing moisture from long hair. Let drool drool, she thought scornfully.
Cleverly climbing one of the vines, the elf returned to her home. Submission is over! Here she finally clothed herself in a short top, assembled from small leaves and a short skirt from long leaves, but connected only by the tips on the belt. This skirt hid little, but did not restrain movements.
Having finished dressing and preening, she left the dwelling, and deftly running from one liana to another, went to one of the central trees. The tree was so big and tall that it could accommodate a whole city. At one of the central entrances the girl was already waiting for a small detachment of young elves led by a ranger.
- Sindorel! Late again! The ranger said, frowning menacingly.
- I...
- No time to make excuses! We are waiting! The ritual has already begun. Follow me! - Ranger threw and went deep into the tree.
Having passed several narrow wood corridors behind the tutor, the youth found themselves in an ample theater located around a level ground below. A lot of vines descended from the ceiling to the ground. Most of them were green, but a few were unexpectedly pinkish in color. Pink shoots were much softer and more sensitive than green ones.
Now green creepers, usually peacefully hanging, firmly holding the young woman suspended and crucified. A long, deaf dress, the color of wood bark, complemented by a fair length of train, fitted the crucified figure tightly. Only the elf's flat stomach remained open.
“The ritual of communicating with the forest,” the ranger said quietly, “sit around and make no noise.”
Taking a place closer to what is happening, Sindorel was able to consider the details of the ritual. The priestess's hands, thickly braided with greenery, were stretched in different directions. Four pink escapes penetrated under the hem of the hanging dress and, curving, went up, constantly stirring and trembling. The flat stomach that appeared from afar turned out to be strongly swollen and moved rhythmically to the beat of the pink shoots. The priestess, who trembled under each push, moved her lips silently.
- What an abomination! - quietly whispered Sindorel, - Giving myself fuck some kind of tree.
- It is an honor! - rang out over the very ear of the startled elf, the indignant whisper of the mentor imperceptibly sat down behind her, - Such intercourse is allowed to be performed only by the high priestesses! Speaking with the forest! So shut up and watch.
Fearful to death, she did not dare to object, the young elf bit her tongue, and obediently stared at the priestess who was zealously making up a tree, trying to portray awe.
After half an hour of monotonous fucking, the pushes finally stopped, the priestess slowly trembled, and a poisonous green substance spilled on the floor. There, where slurry fell, grasses immediately germinated and flowers bloomed. The otherworldly voice of the stretched priestess broke the silence of the hall.
- Southeast. Two dozen zombies crossed the far border!
Having finished speaking, the priestess sagged helplessly on the vines still holding her. Her belly began to slowly decrease, returning to normal, as the pink shoots were extracted.
- Get out! Shouted the ranger who jumped loudly.
The whole detachment, swiftly followed the mentor, making his way through the corridors, jumping over the vines and flying over the abysses in graceful jumps.
Soon, the whole squad had already reached a high stone wall encircling the city. The wall, which consists of a single piece of rock, covered with ivy and leaves, should have been an insurmountable obstacle for any enemy who wished to attack the forest city. No known siege weapon could break through such a thick, natural barrier.
Next to the wall was erected a lot of stone same buildings, which served as military warehouses for the people of the elves. In one of these and went to the group. Each student, no one taught the men to the Rangers, they gave out a short bow, a quiver of arrows with a wide tip and a massive dagger with a scabbard on the thigh.
- And so, listen! - the arming elves drew the attention of the mentor, - Zombies are not the most dangerous enemy. They are slow and stupid, but they are very hard to kill. So from afar, we shoot their limbs. So they will become fixed. Then we come and cut off the heads with a dagger. This is the most reliable way.
After waiting for the nod of each member of the squad, the ranger led everyone out and deftly climbed up the wall, carefully clinging to the shoots and unevenness.
Climbing up, the detachment jumped to the nearest tree and swiftly headed to the side indicated by the priestess.
An hour later, tireless jumps along the branches of trees, the armed detachment reached the border of the young forest. The trees here were not high enough and branchy so that they could move quickly.
- Get down to the ground! - commanded the leader. And the squad continued to move on the grass carpet.
Having finally reached the frontier, the ranger ordered everyone to stand still and keep quiet.
- Hear? She whispered loudly, "Crow!" They always accompany the zombies in the woods. Forward! But quiet! The dead are still able to hear!
The elfs moved on the crows as they crawled along the soft grass. Even the owner of the finest hearing, now, could not hear their footsteps in the usual forest noise.
Sluggishly wandering zombies, tirelessly stomping towards them alone with one well-known goal. A formless crowd of rotting meat crossed a narrow stream and entered a small clearing. When the last animated corpse came out from under the cover of the trees on the other side of the clearing, arrows flew. Wooden shafts easily pierced dead bodies, getting stuck in the joints, and sometimes cutting off limbs. When the last dead fell to the ground unable to move, figures folded in foliage emerged into the light and began methodically to separate dead heads from no less dead bodies. The squad was so carried away that he did not notice how huge wolves surrounded the clearing.
- On the trees! - shouted mentor, barely having heard the uterine growl.
All members of the detachment instantly soared through the branches. All, except for the former in the center of the glade, especially strongly carried away by cutting off heads, Sindorel. The girl was sweeping across the clearing, but gray hunters skillfully cut her off from the trees. Bouncing off to the center, she pulled the bow, pointing the arrowhead at the biggest wolf. Everyone froze in anticipation. The wolves were in no hurry to attack, and the girl was in no hurry to spend one of the last three arrows.
- Do not dare to shoot! - screamed ...
Mentor from the tree - Drop the bow immediately!
- They will kill me! - screamed scared Sindorel.
- Do not kill! Drop the bow! Lie down on your stomach! Ottopyr and bare ass! - continued shouting from above.
- What!? - indignantly yelled a young elf, not believing her ears.
- Do it! Immediately!
- So that I gave myself a pack of wolves?
- Do not pack! Only the leader will cover you, yes, maybe a couple more of the strongest wolves, but you will survive!
- Never! Better to die! The proud student cried hysterically, forgetting that a moment ago she was trembling with fear.
- That's an order! - shouted menacingly from above.
- Never! - screamed the girl, firing an arrow.
The huge wolf, obviously the former leader of the pack, having received an arrow in the chest, roared shortly and fell dead. The second arrow also found its target. Not expecting resistance the pack, devoid of the leader, chose to retreat. Leaving the girl nervously gazing around with the last arrow on the string.
Finally, Sindorel, who realized her victory, exhaled and lowered her bow. And then she was knocked over by the slap of the approaching mentor.
- I gave you an order! - she said, - We do not kill wolves! Children of the forest must live!
The girl who tried to object to something only received another slap in the face.
- Your behavior will consider advice! - growled the eldest, - you! She turned to the others. Take the bodies of wolves. No part of their body should be in vain! We will make clothes and armor from skins, glue and tools from bones, and sacrifice meat to other children of the forest. We immediately go back.
The elfs could only follow orders. Everyone tried not to look at the violator of laws.
Having returned to the city and having handed over the weapon, elfs received an order to disperse. The teacher immediately disappeared into the foliage of the nearest tree, preventing any attempts to speak.
Annoyed, Sindorel stalked proudly toward her tree.
Entering a small dwelling, the girl threw off her clothes and bent over the sink, plunging her hot head into ice water. The water procedure was interrupted by coughing, a messenger appeared in the aisle.
Not taking the lustful gaze away from the soft parts, who proudly did not want to change the pose of the elf, he said that she, now, was waiting for advice.
Sindorel thanked the messenger, wore a new one, but the same as in the morning, put on a suit, and followed the messenger, headed for the assembly tree.
The girl entered the meeting room with her head held high. Three counselors greeted her with silence. Having taken a place in the center of a small hall, she took a pose that most speaks of her independence and self-confidence.
And so, - the silence sitting in the center broke up, - you know, why did the council summon you?
- Yes! - defiantly threw Sindorel.
“Okay,” said the chairman, frowning.
“The senior mentor of the Rangers, Eoran, has already submitted her report,” the figure to the left of the chairman began to speak. - Do you have something to say in addition to this report?
- I defended my life! - arrived unbearably arrogantly arrived.
“According to the report, the threat was a pack of wolves that you didn’t manage to escape from,” said the one sitting to the right of the advisor. “Wolves do not kill elves, they just take their own! Mentor ordered you to lay down arms?
- Yes!
- She ordered you to lie on the ground?
- Yes!
- She told you what to do to prevent conflict?
- Yes, but ...
“In that case,” Sindorel interrupted, irritably, the chairman of the council, “I see no reason for discussion.” You are found guilty of disobeying orders, killing the children of the forest without extreme need and multiple violations of discipline! You will never become a ranger! From tomorrow, your work will be to monitor the growth of trees. And now you are waiting for punishment. Now and every subsequent morning, you will meet with wolves until you carry them and give birth to offspring, which will restore the population reduced by you!
“But I wanted to ...” the elf suddenly realized her position.
- WON !!! - suddenly screamed infuriated by the arrogance of the young elf, the chairman.
The guards entered the room, grabbed the vainly resisting girl and dragged her out of the hall. At the exit, the guard took a skinny kicking body on his shoulder and deftly ran toward the wall along the branches of the trees.
Running to the edge of the city, he handed the girl already warned rangers. The rangers thanked the soldier. They grabbed the still desperately kicking elf, tore off her scanty clothes and put her body in a wooden cage. The cage was grown from ironwood so that the girl sitting in it was immobilized and well hidden by the rods, but left a decently protruding butt sticking out.
The carefully forged girl, so folded in such a way, grabbed four hands and carried her out of the city. Moving a few hundred meters away from the wall, the Rangers chose a tiny clearing, threw their victim there and left, leaving the watchman on duty.
The observer, not paying shouts, scolding and pleading with the slightest attention, climbed the nearest tree and began to howl, imitating the wolves. Having received a wolf's answer, she stopped trying.
Soon a gray flock burst into the clearing.
Having realized the inevitability of punishment, Sindorel got hysterical.
- How am I going to carry them ?! I'm an elf, and they are beasts!
“Weren't you told that an elf could bear from any beast?” - Finally the ranger came down to answer, - And now, be good, shut up and enjoy, otherwise they will eat you of something good.
Frightened by the last comment, Sindorel bit her tongue and fell silent.
And in time. The huge pack leader was already sniffing at the bulging tender flesh. Licking several times with a rough tongue dark green labia, the wolf jumped on the cage, hanging its back over the coveted ass.
Feeling the touch of soft wool on the delicate skin of the buttocks, Sindorel burst into tears. The wolf unceremoniously poked at the bulging butt of the crimson, which had already managed to get up, with a stake, in search of the coveted hole. On the fourth attempt, he managed to connect with a trembling body. The gray predator methodically moved its pelvis.
Unable to do anything, the girl, securely fastened in this position, could only senselessly feel like a huge hot piston, busily operating in her virgin crack.
The wolf tirelessly continued to hammer a young body, paying no attention to anything.
Suddenly, a hot jet splashed inside the girl, who issued her wolfish penis froze inside. Get out he was not given a huge knot, swollen at the base of the trunk and blocked the vagina of his female.
It was very painful. Sindorel seemed to be torn apart by this knot, but he was not blown away.
Having spent some time in a hitch with a female, the wolf left the hot body and trod back into the forest. His place immediately took the next contender for reproduction. Quickly finding the right hole, the new wolf, as well as the leader, moved the pelvis.
Time was infinite. Through the captive elf passed four more eager to breed wolf. She no longer had the strength to cry, and her voice was broken in endless cries of pain. So he now proceeded to her only sluggish ooh ooh ooh ooh in time with the movement of the wolf.
Finally the pack got fed up with its victim and left the clearing.
The Rangers, who returned by a signal, approached the cage and dragged the convict to the city, this time silently.
- Look! She is all in wolf seed! - rang out the voice of the ranger, how many have been in it?
“About a dozen,” the attendant answered dryly.
- Wow ... Usually one two ...
- I liked it, I guess.
Then went silently.
Still not squeezed by a girl, feeling the wolf seed flow from her, she vowed revenge.
Released until the morning, Sindorel wandered along the ground to her tree. She did not try to hide behind or undermine, so that everyone could see the shiny legs ..
ass and back drips. Ignoring a lot of caustic remarks, ridicule and obscene suggestions, she got to her room and began to bathe in fiercely in icy water.
Having put herself in order, the girl curled up on the floor and gave way to tears.
So a few hours passed. The saving oblivion never came, so the young elf never stopped sifting in her fevered mind, numerous plans for revenge.
The night has come. Not inventing anything better, the elf put on another short costume, grabbed a short dagger and decisively flew out of the room.
Reaching the huge dwelling of the elders, who hates everyone and everything, Sindorel, snuck inside, deftly bypassing the rare guard.
Passing narrow corridors, she finally came out to the residential. Stealthily, she moved along a row of rare doors in search of the chambers of her senior adviser, who had made her such a shameful sentence in the morning.
Soon her attention was attracted by the muffled sounds coming from one of the doors. Coming closer and putting her ear to the board, she heard wet rales and frequent slaps. Finding a tiny slit and putting an eye to it, Sindorel was so surprised that she almost dropped her dagger. But no, there could be no doubt.
In the room was the very same Talking with the forest that she had found for the zombie squad in the morning. Only, a long dress, now she covered the floor, leaving an excellent overview of the slim body and evenly swaying chest of the third size. The speaker herself now did not speak at all, but enthusiastically swallowed the long thick member of the man standing in front of her in the page’s jacket, publishing the very moist rales at every thrust. The slaps issued the second page, with one hand firmly holding the priestess by both wrists at once, and the second holding the elastic ass, which he so vehemently plowed, that the bare thighs collided, giving out pops. The sound picture was supplemented with wet flukes, obviously filled to the brim, buttocks. All signs suggested that what was happening had lasted for quite a long time.
In the head of the insulted girl began to ripen a new plan. She decided to wait until the speaker left alone.
I had to wait about twenty minutes, during which nothing in the room changed except for the added moans, exhausted from enjoying the pages. The action was completed only when the high priestess sandwiched between the men, huddled in a powerful orgasm. Having survived convulsions, a satisfied elf took turns bringing the pages to orgasm with her mouth. Being beautiful, she swallowed the sperm under the lustful approval of the men and, having sat for a moment on the floor, released the men.
Sindorel managed to hide behind the door that opened to the outside, miraculously unnoticed. After waiting for the pages to disappear behind one of the corners, the elf entered the priestess, closing the door tightly behind her.
Talking to the forest, still in the same position, sat on the floor. Sindorel had to insult snapping his fingers in front of his nose in order to get that one out of the blissful trance.
- What do you allow yourself!? Screamed the indignant priestess, in a vain attempt to cover her bare breasts with a dress.
“And what does the Speaker allow himself to do with the forest, which must remain pure and chaste until the end of his days!” - gloatingly gave out Sindorel, waving a knife in excess of feelings, - Talking to members instead of the forest! What will the council of elders say to this?
- What do you want? - the priestess who has realized the puncture has frightened asked. For insulting the forest relied painful execution.
“Tomorrow, hanging on your wooden members, you will declare that you need to forgive me and immediately join the rangers!”
- So you're the one punished! - guessed saying, - I'm afraid this is impossible child. When there is a forest in me, I say no longer, but he.
- Then think of another way! - screamed annoyed Sindorel, a bold plan which broke, - Or should I ask the elders?
- Not! The priestess shouted, throwing herself at her feet and wringing her hands in prayer, “Just not that! Only not so!
- In this case I am waiting! - Powerfully threw the girl, independently folding her arms on her chest.
- I know only one way to become a ranger, bypassing all the tests and rules! - after a long deliberation said Speaking.
- Which one?
“You must return our ancient tablets from the dark side of the forest!” Then you can not only become a ranger, but also the head of the city!
This prospect powerfully played on the ambition of a young elf.
- How to do it? There are no signposts in the dark forest!
- Come with me! I'll give you a card! Said the priestess, getting up on her trembling legs after a powerful orgasm, and resuming her attempt to put on a dress.
- And I will not attract attention?
- Exactly! Take the cape from the chest. So the guards will think that you are a novice and will not ask questions.
When the women got dressed and put themselves in order, the priestess led her blackmailer through numerous corridors, driving her deeper and deeper into the roots. At first, Sindorel was very nervous at the sight of the guards, but having passed the sixth post, she relaxed. And when, following the long dress, she entered the repository of ancient artifacts and did smile at all, realizing that she was not being deceived.
- Here she is! - said the priestess after a brief search in countless shelves and chests between the roots. - Take it! She will show you the way! Bring a tablet, and everything will be yours!
- How do I know her? - Asked the blackmailer, looking at a map pointing the way to some ruins in a dark forest, - I've never seen her.
- This is something like a book.
- Books? Yes, in those ruins of such a hundred can be! And even a thousand!
- You will not confuse this book with anything! It shines with a soft light.
“What's so valuable about her?” Why is it so elevated because of her?
- The tablets contain the knowledge of the ancients. About power, about the nature of things and the like. Possessing them will make our people a lot stronger.
Or just me! The girl thought to herself. Oh, hold on then everyone!
“Well,” she interrupted the speech of the great priestess. “How can I get through a deceptive wasteland?”
“Only border guards can help you with this, but I will not help you negotiate with them.” No one knows what they will ask for as guides.
- Somehow agree, - confidently declared the young elf.
“Then I will take you outside.” But look - the guardians, after a day or two, will notice the loss. Your disappearance will not leave them either. So hurry up. Go now. The chase will not go after you in a dark forest, but in any other place will certainly catch.
Having waited for understanding nod, the Speaker with the forest gently brought the blackmailer to the surface. Wishing that one a trace of all good, the priestess hoped that the one who had left would never return from her campaign. After all, there are so many dangers. In order to calm her nerves, the high priestess immediately invited four of them, who were in awe of her person, the pages to her room and gave herself to frenetic debauchery until the end of the night.
Sindorel returned to the room, grabbed a hiking backpack, stuffed it with edible fruits and changeable clothes. Collecting a backpack, she flew out and rushed to the wall. Darkness was not a hindrance for her, she knew her city very well, so that she could move as fast as she could in the branches, moving as fast as in the daytime. Forces gave the prospect of gaining power and retribution. She has already become the youngest member of the city council, and her enemies have already fallen down in endless repentance. She will ban them all into cages and give them to the wolves!
Reaching the wall, she flew into the storage room. The girl was met with a frown of four storekeepers, who remained on duty for the night, the watchman military good.
“I need a war bow ...” began the elf, trying to imitate the confident voice of the rangers mentor, “A quiver of arrows, a long sword, armor, and two, no, three spare bowstrings.”
- Did you guys hear? - He sighed, listening to the tirade senior storekeeper. - She need!
Comrades answered him with a friendly voice. One even began to knock his knee with his fist, unable to restrain the fun.
- And we, too, need a lot of things! - the senior storekeeper continued, slowly approaching the girl.
- What exactly? ..
Sindorel asked haughtily, still trying to preserve her legend.
- The permission of the council to allocate valuable equipment, not consisting in any class elf.
- And if this is not? - Asked the girl, whose plan collapsed before our eyes. Going on a hike without equipment was a suicide. Staying here for at least a day is unbearable. - Is there a way to get equipment?
- Of course there is, honey! - the storekeeper playfully answered. Having decided to roughly joke and get rid, finally, of a naive fool, he put his finger between the leaves of the skirt and ran it over the sexual lips of the girl before him.
Swallowing noisily, Sindorel made up her mind. For her there should be no barriers. With a shrug, she threw the bag to the floor and freed herself from the clothes.
- But fast! Before dawn, I must be behind the wall.
This guys did not expect. A rude joke had unexpected consequences.
- Tour! You are the first on guard! - suddenly dry mouth, gave the chief storekeeper.
- I'm not a tour! I am Turaglandil! - bristled called.
- Yes, do not care! Alive for the door! - barked a senior, with wrong hands, taking off his pants. Still not fully believing in his luck, he lay down on the floor, holding up a trembling stake. - Sit down lady!
Without thinking twice, Sindorel sat on the man on top, planted on a powerful unit with her narrow cave.
- What a tight! - blissfully the man gave out, having felt the narrowness of the female inherited by him, who herself herself began to slowly rotate the pelvis, bringing, thereby, a sea of pleasure, - What do the guys stand? The lady is in a hurry!
After these words, stunned by what he saw, the companions, as if on command, came to life, the most courageous approached the front and planted a submissive elf on his penis with his mouth, starting to hurryly poke her head on the cheek.
- What should I do? - asked the slowest of the trinity, puzzled.
- Are you that small? Suvai her between the rolls and enjoy! - issued a blissful senior storekeeper from under the elf jumping on his member. Sindorel, hearing what would happen now, tried to get up, but the men firmly grabbed her hands and hips, not allowing to move, so that her attempts only increased their pleasure.
- Does not get through! - the unlucky lover ached.
- She seems to be the first time there! - An experienced comrade said, continuing to explore the depths of the female cheeks.
- You spit on the hole, but push harder! - it was heard from below, - Calm the girl! And he will tear again. Then you can not stand exactly all day long not to go into the forest.
Realizing the threat, the girl stopped kicking, allowing the hot head to rest comfortably against her sphincter.
Unable to withstand the powerful pressure, the ass opened, letting a large head inside.
Sindorel screamed in a bad voice. She could not imagine that it would be so painful. And this sadist, not having even gotten used to it, began to press his way down the narrow opening. Not knowing how to better shut up a violent woman, experienced, did not find anything better than to stick a member in the open throat. The cry gurgled and turned into a rattle.
- Do not fit! - it was heard from below, - Let's take turns! I, now you, now I ... like this.
Finding the right rhythm, the men indulged in their hobby. At first one pierced the hot bowels and pulled away so that only the head remained inside, then the second made its way. The elf standing on his feet, without fooling his head, fucked his narrow throat in a convenient rhythm. He did not worry pulsing in lack of oxygen throat. Rather worried, but only as an amplifier of pleasure. The tears that came out on the almond-shaped eyes worried him no more than the saliva dripping onto the floor at each push.
Finally, having driven a long dick into the just-printed ass, the unsuccessful lover was discharged inward, trembling all over and squeezing a small girl's chest painfully.
- Tits her tear off! - noticed below - Kohl finished, call the next one.
Pulling the unit out of the narrow passage, the man wiped his penis on the elf's long hair, fastened his pants, and went outside. Soon Sindorel again felt in her third member. At the same moment a hot jet hit her in the throat. But the member was so deep inside that the girl did not even notice the taste. Starting inside the throat several times, the penis left the girl.
- Well, it came from below, - I also want to let it into her mouth!
With these words, the elf came out of a young hole, rose and took a place in the mouth.
- And my, that, and half is not allowed me to thrust! - the man commented on his progress. He pushed his cock inside until the girls lips touched his pubes. Then he began to fuck girl's throat. Soon remaining the last, as narrow, beyond all measures, ass gathered a protein tribute a second time in the evening.
The chief storekeeper, sensing the approaching discharge, pulled the penis out so that only his impressive head remained in the small mouth. A mighty jet of seed struck the soft palate. Not expecting such a Sindorel, who could not swallow the abundance of semen, coughed hard. But the head, still in the mouth, didn’t give a damn well. Seed splashed out through a miniature spout. Only after that the man stopped holding the elf, allowing her to fall to the floor and cough up enough.
- As the girl ordered. Handled in half an hour.
Sindorel rose heavily to her feet. After dressing, she walked to a rack on which lay only a bow, arrows and a sword.
- And the armor? - She asked hoarsely, still unable to swallow all the sperm, abundantly filled her throat and desperate sniffing nose.
- I'm sorry, but they are on a hard record. But you can take my warm coat. He is at the door. Well, how to play enough, be good, return everything here in one piece.
The disappointed elf took what they gave and went out into the cold clarity of the night. Nothing! You all pay! She thought.
“Come in more often,” contented men said goodbye in chorus.
For the second time in a day, it was used as the last fuck; for the second time, someone's seed flowed down my legs. But the girl climbing on the wall was comforted by the coming reckoning.
Turning to the other side, the elf headed deep into the forest, trying to stick to the side of the world indicated on the map.
Having sprinkled for an hour on a mighty branch, one of the trees and having washed the stinging ass in the icy water of the stream, the girl continued on her way with the dawn.
The road was coming a long one. Quickly reaching the edge of the old forest, the elf descended from the branches and continued on her way along the ground.
After two days of fast running through the woods, Sindorel finally reached the border of the dark forest. Increasingly, dead trees began to appear, as if burnt by fire trees. The elf who decided to stop for the night in the evening did not find a single branch worthy of her body. stories about sex I had to get settled on the ground, wrapped in a raincoat.
Usually in the morning, Sindorel was alarmed that there was a chase, but now she was awakened by a rough push with an elongated object in the back.
- Stand up! Said a harsh voice from somewhere above.
The frightened girl jerked to the sword, but the way was blocked by the tip of a spear stretched out from behind her back.
- No nonsense! Turn around! Slow!
Turning around, Sindorel allowed herself to exhale. Before her was a centaur.
- Hello! - she squeezed a sweet smile, - Can you tell me how to find the guardians of the forest?
“I've already found it,” the centaur responded, turning out to be a suit of color, nervously treading with his front hooves and dropping his spear.
Sindorel suddenly realized that she was standing with her hands up, her raincoat was lying on the dry grass, and her top and skirt fell apart during the journey. Recognizing herself, she wrapped herself in a long cloak and stared at the centaur over her collar.
- So what do you want? - asked, who managed, now to find his speechless half-horse.
- I need on the other side of the dark forest! - proudly said the young elf.
To which the centaur screamed and hoofed like a horse. But realizing that this is not a joke in an instant, I became serious ...
- Nothing you do there!
- It's not up to you to decide! - Sindorel blurted out hotly, throwing the edges of her cloak, which again opened the view on the girl's breasts.
Not! - half-horse shook his head, but did not take his eyes off the gentle hills. - Yes, and I have no time. I have a post here. I can't leave him.
- Well, you can not do it yourself, so take me to those who can! - the elf issued, peevishly putting her hands on her hips, not even trying to hide herself again, but on the contrary, as if sticking a small chest forward.
- I have no time! The guard still resisted.
- I will reward you!
- What is it? I don’t need money, but you don’t have a good weapon, ”said the centaur, throwing a disdainful glance at the bow and sword standing by the tree.
- I think we will agree! - the elf said mischievously, having noticed the centaur's rebel interest for a long time, invitingly dangling under a powerful belly.
She came closer and shamelessly stroked the horse horseradish.
“He won't fit you,” the half-horse said with a wry smile.
- What's your name? - asked the young body continued to stroke palm trembling member.
“Kalan,” the guard answered hoarsely.
- So, Kalan, I have an idea.
With these words, the girl threw the penis of a disappointed centaur and went to her bag. Throwing off her cloak near her, the elf erotic, just like on the lake then, leaned over and took one of the fruits out of her bag. Crushing the pulp, Sindorel thickly smeared the chest and abdomen with oily juice. Then, invitingly wagging her ass, she reached a flat stone sticking up nearby, more like a sarcophagus, laid back on her and waved her hands invitingly.
- Put it on me, Kalan.
Two huge hooves immediately crashed down on a stone to the left and right of the girl’s head, and a thick horse member fit the girl from the pelvis to the very eyes.
Having embraced and having pressed herself with an oily shiny body to a quivering friend, the elf commanded - Begin!
The centaur did not wait for a new invitation and pushed his backside. His stake pleasantly slid over the gentle, wet and elastic body of the forest maiden. Having made a dozen movements, the over-excited centaur flooded the elf with a rancid slush. There were so many seeds that only slender legs remained uncovered, which simply were outside the affected area.
The guard who retreated back guiltily explained that he had been on the post long ago, and therefore had not had female caress for a long time. Spread over the stone Sindorel, now worried only how to erase the fetid slush from the face.
Having somehow risen, she wiped as much as she could, white drips of rare foliage here.
“Now lead me to the guides,” said the elf, wracking her cloak in disgust.
Throwing a spear on his shoulder, the centaur wandered in the right direction, periodically glancing at his companion so that she did not lag behind.
A couple of hours after dawn, they came out to a vast clearing on which a dozen and a half guards were based.
- Stay here! - threw Kalan over his shoulder and rode ahead.
Sindorel dropped the half-empty bag from her shoulder and sat down on the nearest hillock. She was unbearably shriveled by drying horse sperm, but for many miles there was not a single stream. It only remained to dream about the coolness of the water and hope that no one senses the smell
Soon Kalan returned, leading the three armored guards behind him.
- Here she is. Pays for delivery to the other side of the woodland. This Klom, Swamps and Dlen, he introduced the satellites. And I have to go to the post, ”the pied centaur threw nervously and rushed off.
“Our comrade,” the man named Clom, the black centaur, began respectfully, “introduced us, but forgot to mention your name.”
“Sindorel,” the elf said shortly, immediately regretting her frankness. She, probably, is already looking for, and she here tells her name to everyone he meets.
- Good! We are also going to the other side of the wasteland, but in order to reach the safe bank of the river before sunset, we need to move very quickly.
- I run fast! - the girl assured him
- Then go ahead! - defiantly shouted the centaur, turning and moving on to the trot, quickly replaced by a gallop.
- She does not have time! - Twenty minutes later, the leader of the centaur shouting in apples was stopped by the leader, paying attention to the choking elf who had not managed to run so fast and so fast.
With a guttural curse, the crow turned around, picked up the heavily breathing Sindorel in his arms, threw her onto his back and resumed a furious race with the inexorably moving sun.
The race lasted until sunset. With only the last rays of a dying luminary, a group of centaurs burst onto the burned bank of the river. Crossing the river ford, the centaurs halt.
The elf who has reached the water, bathed with pleasure. Quickly wash off the remnants of the dried seed girl took up hair. Washing off strands was not so easy, so she returned to the shore after an hour or more.
The centaurs, in the meantime, got rid of some of the armor, made a small fire and, for some reason, dragged a huge flat stone to the parking lot. A nude elf went to the fire, squeezing her hair along the way.
“Since you cannot run away by yourself,” the centaur said to the crow peacefully, “then we’ll take half of the payment now and half at the next stop.” So get your fruit, but you are welcome to the stone.
“Why did you decide that I would cry with you like that?” - woke up in the elf traces of pride.
- From you carried a copulation of ten miles! - the piebald intervened.
- Yes, and Kalan told us everything! - added redhead.
With a shrug of her shoulders, Sindorel reached into her bag, appealingly, and habitually crushed the fruit in her hands.
- Better spread us! - He called out to the girl who had begun to rub the breast, the leader, invitingly shaking a considerable dignity that was already in full readiness.
Again shrugging her shoulders, an indifferent elf began to rub oil into a mighty barrel.
- The tips are stronger than you, - the blissful crow advised her.
Having smeared all three, the girl threw the crushed fruit into the dust and went, shaking her hips, to the stone. Thinking a moment over the uneven surface, she covered the stone with her cloak. And lay on top of her face up.
The half-horses, coming up from three sides, suddenly tightened the loops of the ropes on the elf's limbs nearest to them. Ignoring the indignant cries, they turned the light body upside down, then pulled the ropes, fixing Sindorel in stillness. Do not forget to tighten the fourth loop. Now the girl was crucified on a stone, with her legs wide apart.
- What the heck?! She screamed, unable to move any of her limbs.
- And you thought that I would carry you all day on a hump like some kind of horse, and then be satisfied, just rub yourself on your skinny boobs?
With these words, the leader picked up the fruit from the ground, finally crushed it in the palm of his hand and thickly smeared the opening ass. Then he broke off a piece and thrust it inside with a powerful movement, easily overcoming the resistance of the sphincter. Bound body shuddered coarsely. Having developed a little hole with his fingers, he became the front hooves on the stone.
The first attempt led only to the fact that, diligently oiled tip of a horse's penis, slipped on the back of the girl. Cries of indignation no one wanted to listen. The second attempt ended with a blow to the stone. The third, fourth and fifth, too, lead to nothing. Irritated leader jumped off the stone. Sindorel went for a bag and slipped that under the ass of the girl. After that, the mighty front hooves again thumped near her head.
- Open ka her ass! - ordered the crow.
The centaurs, watching the fuss, giggled merrily and approached the stone from both sides. Each put his hand on the closest to his butt fixed, heart-rending screaming that it will break, elf, and pulled over. All this led to the fact that a little developed anus opened.
Another unsuccessful attempt, and, behold, another powerful effort hammered a thick stake inward half a length. Sindorel sobbed and fainted.
I came ..
in herself she is slow. Like pushes. When the thick jelly of thoughts finally dissipated, I realized that the tremors were not at all caused by a muddy consciousness, but they were happening in reality.
Near her head was a pinch hoof of a centaur cheerfully working in it. The thrusts measured three-quarters of horse meat into the inflamed gut of the girl. She even seemed to feel the tip of her chest. Having managed only to be surprised that she was able to survive such penetration, experiencing the incredible stretching of Sindorel, she felt a powerful splash of seed into her gut. A few more jolts and a young body freed from a huge guest.
Above the girl's head bowed leader.
- Aah ... I came to myself! - stretched the centaur, looking into his eyes bulging from the strain, - Do not be afraid. You can take it. Oh, so you elves arranged. Your bodies bend well and stretch. So you and the two Centaurs will accept without problems. This, by the way, is coming for you tomorrow. And even after that, if after a couple of days some elf will get into you with its small pod, it will be as crowded as us.
What can you say! Comforted! I wanted to shout to the girl, but only wheezing broke out of her dry mouth. Seeing this, the leader ran to the river and got his mistress drunk. With the last drop of water, the last centaur burst into the girl without meeting any resistance, easily parted her tight ass. And without that swollen belly swell even more.
Fifteen minutes later, which seemed like a tormented hole as an eternity, a new jet struck inside. Sensing the nausea approaching her throat, the elf had only time to open her mouth, as she was vomited abundantly by horse seed.
“That's right, don't hold back,” he advised, having just finished a half-con, taking out the member from the girl and stroking her soft hair.
“Filled to the brim,” commented the piebald who came up.
In the broken ass, again, burst meat friend of the leader. The night was just beginning.
- What is the elf choice we got! - blissfully he spoke to the black man, cheerfully ramming his ass, which is already unable to close. - Do not cry, do not interfere, and screamed for a long time!
Strengthening the pushes so that the ropes creaked, the centaur was able to enter the entire length of his device. Sindorel could only feel like a meat spoon, roughly mixing its insides. She didn't have the strength to shout. Only tears slowly flowed down her cheeks, reflecting her emotions.
Before the first ray of the sun, tireless centaurs, often replacing each other, stretched tender flesh. Everyone was now trying to enter the stretched body as deeply and as often as possible.
At dawn, utterly exhausted elf, untied from the stone.
- Will you have breakfast? - asked the piebald centaur, carefully thrown on Sindorel, wet, soaked in sweat, tears, but most of all horse seed, raincoat.
- Not! - squeezed the girl, glancing at the swollen belly, in which, despite frequent vomiting, there was a lot of fat seed left there unnatural way.
Feeling the edges of the hole, which turned her ass, Sindorel, hard hobbled to the river. Each step responded with excruciating spasms of muscles stiff in immobility and convulsions of the sphincter unable to close.
Somehow having washed herself, the elf threw in vain attempts to wash off her raincoat and indifferently threw it into the river. She didn’t even try to wash off copious hairs, leaving them to hang down with a single wet matte.
Having reached the shore, I threw a backpack over my shoulder, which strongly smelled sperm, having previously attached a bow and a sword to it. And climbed onto the back is already waiting for her leader. The race has resumed.
Despite the stormy sleepless night, the centaurs did not even think of showing signs of fatigue. It even seems to have gained speed.
On the second stop, the centaurs fulfilled their threat of fucking her in twos. They had to pick the right posture for a long time, but the girl was pierced by two penises at once. How it survived her long-suffering ass, she could not imagine. This time she did not lose consciousness. This time she slept. Restless sleep was interrupted by the change of partners and the need to almost twice as often vomit, relieving an overabundance of semen penetrating the stomach.
At dawn, the centaurs again untied Sindorel from the stone.
“Our paths diverge, forest maiden,” the leader began, take care. You have a lot of dangers ahead. And zombies are not the worst of them. Look under your feet and sleep by the fire. Our patrols are here every other week. We will warn them about you and the payment you offer.
Having finished their solemn speech, the centaurs bowed playfully and galloped off into the distance, leaving behind them a cloud of dust.
Sindorel had to spend two more days at the site. With the anus opened in the eternal yawn, you cannot go far. But the leader did not lie, in the evening her palm hardly penetrated into her ass, and by the morning of the third day, the elastic greenish ass could no longer be said about the meeting, not only with the centaurs, but even with a finger. So the elf, only slightly frowning on the bumps, continued on her way, starting to check the map.
The week that followed was surprisingly calm. A pair of felled zombies do not count. By all indications, she was already close.
The desired ruins finally loomed in the distance at the end of the tenth day of the journey. Sindorel threw the empty bag and with only one weapon she rushed to run, but instantly stumbled over some kind of stone, fell flat on the ground, tearing off the delicate skin of her hands and bleeding her knee to the bone. The quiver which has appeared under the girl has fun crunched thin shafts.
- Damn you! - Annoyedly threw elf, which has become a useless bow. And froze, hearing the noise behind. A bump turned out to be a stone troll, snoozing in a hole he had dug.
A powerful blow to steel on an ugly head, only struck a spark. The troll roared and went on the attack. The second blow of the sword fell on the open palm of the troll. The steel crunched and shattered into fragments in the stone palm. A careless push threw the maiden of the forest to the ground. The troll roared and swung his fists for the final blow.
The girl who saw it, in the awareness of the last moment of her life, only one thing occurred to her. She rolled onto her stomach and invitingly pulled out her ass.
Death did not come. After a couple of minutes, the elf, who was closing her eyes in fear, felt the rough paws on her thighs. Paws in a businesslike way raised the girl. Something cold had just attached itself to the edge of the anus just recently. In one powerful movement, the troll drove a huge, covered with rare stones, a penis into an elastic ass.
Penis seemed heart-rending screaming girl, even more than two horse at once. Each troll's push knocked all air out of Sindorel's lungs. Sharp stones ruthlessly scratched the hot inside. Her screams were heard, probably, by the whole world.
The uterine rumble, the monster at first, slowly pulled its victim over the entire length of the mighty, freaked-up trunk. Then, in rocking, even more carefully, squealing flesh.
Thus expanding the passage, the troll began to make powerful sharp shocks. Easy holding the elf by the hips, he fiercely explored the hot depths.
The flat, pumped up tummy, of which Sindorel was so proud, swelled at every jolt, reflecting the path being laid by a semi-stone club.
After a time, deciding that the girl is not narrow enough. The troll grabbed her body on his stomach. Now he controlled the tightness of his piston to the moist, hot bowels of the violent elf. The troll is essentially just jerking off using a greenish body instead of hand cream.
In an hour or two, the monster ended up inspired. The girl's greenish belly swelled again, filled with a powerful stream of troll seed.
The satisfied giant threw the annoying toy to the ground and went to fill up his hole.
The girl who had risen with difficulty, looked round and screamed even louder than when her gut was roughly stretching the stone. Behind her, the dead walked in uneven rows. There were so many of them that they filled all the visibility from edge to edge of the floodplain.
“They must have come running at my screams!” Sindorel thought out loud, slowly backing away from the wall of the dead.
Ludicrously jerking her legs, the elf ran to the ruins. Having rushed inside a small stone complex, she saw through the breach in the wall that the zombies were coming from all sides. No exit.
Only one thing remains. Immediately find the damn tablet and with its force break through. Elfmaid swept among the stones. The dead were all arriving, inexorably reducing the search radius. Having run into a large building, at the last moment, pushing the dead man out of the way, the girl rested herself on a tightly littered staircase, but an open descent instilled hope. The passage led to a small dark corridor.
Without noticing a stone on the floor in the dark, Sindorel crashed down. Stars flashed in their eyes.
The girl who recovered in a few minutes, saw a faint glow in the distance of the corridor.
- Here it is! The elf exclaimed, pushing away the dead man who had already come down. With new hope, she rushed forward to the light.
The light came from a massive chest that stood by the earthen wall. The cover did not give in to the weak influence of a tired elf. Finding a padlock, she swore loudly. Returning to the slowly moving zombie wall, the girl grabbed one of the stones and dragged him to the chest.
With the third attempt managed to knock down the lock. The dead were already breathing in the back. With the last effort, tearing off the lid, which had become stuck in time, the girl lust peered inside. Finally, she will be saved, and her offenders will pay for everything. Peering into the glowing inside of the chest, the young elf froze. She did not react to the lingering touch of the dead flesh to the back, nor then when the sharp teeth bit into the tender maiden flesh.
In the trunk, in the earth waking up through the cracked wooden heel, light-bearing mushrooms bloomed.