Aylin is a 20-year-old girl who has not yet had physical intimacy with men, only hot dreams. Nevertheless, she had already worn the title of the Dedicated to the narrow circle of widely known Warriors, skillfully owned a sword and magic.

Her correspondence love was a certain Warmag, about which she was told a lot by the orcs. They said that he is human in appearance, but his essence is witchcraft - he is a magician, a warrior and a sage. She wanted very much to get acquainted with her dream, and she contacted Warmag through a crystal - they talked half the night ... He called her “the perfect woman” and offered to meet at the nearest Igrishchi.

So be it.

The morning was dyed by the grayish light of the rising sun. Five o'clock in the morning. The coolness cut through Aileen almost to the bone. She came to the appointed place, looking around - he was not there. But after some seconds I heard a familiar, pleasant voice:

- Hello. Here you are.

Turned around. A short, fat man in black leather armor stood next to her. In addition, almost bald, the remnants of hair were collected on the back of the head in a rare tail.

"Well," thought Aylin, "endure, love ..."

Warmag's dullness mingled with his greatest self-conceit, forming a nauseous cocktail that smelled of a huge inferiority complex. The first kiss left Aileen heavy sediment of disgust. The first night in the same bed began “in a demanding way”: Warmag got drunk and lost potency every two minutes.

Well, everything is in order:

They lay nearby, turning off the lights. Warmag stroked Eileen's breasts. The girl at the same time felt an absolute zero - she not only did not like it, but wanted this procedure to end as soon as possible and this short man fell asleep. The next step, he leaned over her face and began to run his tongue over her lips. The smell of onions hit her nose. Meanwhile, Warmag penetrated between her legs and immediately, without caresses, put two fingers into her cave. It was painful.

“I will go to the shower,” she whispered, “and you had a bed.”

- Yes! - he lustfully breathed.

... Returning from the shower, she fell right into his strong arms.

- Well, now I’ll come to you in a dirty way! - he said, it seems he used to be molested ...

They settled on the bed - she was lying on her back, he was kneeling between her spread knees. He took her wrist and put her hand on his penis, which achieved an erection. But when he tried to enter her pussy - his gun fell. He again brought himself to erection and tried to insert, but again suffered a fiasco.

“I drank too much,” complained Warmag. But Aileen had a different opinion: "I absolutely do not want him ..."

She rolled onto her back. He immediately put his dick between her thighs, touching the labia. And he began to move, moaning the room.

"My God!", Thought Aylin. - “Didn’t he realize that he didn’t hit ?!”

He did not understand. And he continued to “fuck” her in a similar way every evening for the next three days, that they were together. For in any other position the girl's vagina tightly closed, refusing to accept a member of Warmag, no matter how hard he tried ... Thus, Aileen already had some kind of sex with a man, but remained still a virgin.

For half a year they parted. Aylin has already managed to make friends with another man - with Bishop Arinsky - a quite interesting man in all respects, who also did not shy away from worldly pleasures. And somehow, in a conversation with Warmag, she let slip that in the near campaign she would perform together with Arinsky.

Warmag was beside himself with anger. Bishop was his longtime enemy. And he could not accept the fact that “his girlfriend” became friends with this freak (who, by the way, was a rather nice confessor). And he, Warmag, completely shamelessly and in spite of the girl he could not keep, slandered her among his suite - orcs and goblins.

Well, the past life in the environment of the Dark Forces was over for Aileen.They hated her, because they believed every ugly word of Warmag, even though all the gossip was a pure lie ... But Aileen's ambition was deeply touched. Moreover, because of the evil gossip, Bishop Arinsky became isolated with her and coldly restrained. Yesterday he winked: “If you want to confess, come to the barn in the evening.” And today he has strictly shot back: “You and I are friends now. Do you really want to lose a friend in my face, that you offer me an intimate meeting ?! ”

A year has passed. The time has come for the next Igrisch. Aileen contacted Warmag through the crystal and said: “I realized my mistake. I admit my mistake. Let's meet at Igrishchi, my lord, to redeem my guilt. ”Warmag was flattered and unhappy, like an elephant after bathing. Of course he condescended to meet ...

Drunk Warmag snored on the bed. Fed him a sleeping pill worked on hurray. Aileen, with joyful malice in his eyes, tied the hands of a man to the headboard. And lay down next to wait for him to wake up.

Late in the morning, he opened his eyes and, having stirred, immediately walked through the situation.

- What ??? - outraged Warmag. - Well, untie it! And then how about ...

- “shcha kak" what? - quietly asked Aileen and with interest looked into the once impartial face of a pseudo-lover.

- Untie me quickly, or I'll tell everyone what a slut you are!

- How interesting ... And how do you explain to your friends that you are lying here completely naked and bound, eh?

He was silent. His cosmic vanity was infringed upon in the most heinous manner.

Eileen giggled and got up.

- I'm leaving you, Warmag. It is in such a humiliating position. You will remember me.

- Creature! - He shouted after.

- And what! - agreed Aileen.

Two years have passed since that time. Aileen dined at the same table with the Privy Councilor and a dozen more acquaintances. She herself already had the title of Lady Knight, battle scars adorn her shoulders and belly. People and creatures who knew her were divided into two categories: those who hated her wholeheartedly and those who bowed before her. And the Privy Councilor was one of those who deeply respected her.

He told the latest news: that Warmag and his minions are still afraid to mention the name of Aileen ...

- By the way! - Counselor realized. “Today, a long-time acquaintance of mine, the Black Lord - Vinnar of Egypt, promised to visit us.”

- Wow! Who is he?

“Oh ... I won't answer right away.” As for me - so crazy. He already turned over 40, but he still can’t calm down, energy - what a boy! In his youth he survived a lot of evil, then he studied a lot, traveling around distant countries, then fought brutally, was on the run, then spent a long time in one of the Buddhist monasteries, sort of reached Enlightenment ... but what the hell would understand! Now he is mad again, and what is on his mind is not known to me. I would stay away from him, it was too easy for people to turn! ..

And then he entered, the Black Lord himself. A very tall and very thin man, a swarthy, short-haired brunette with a silvery gray, with regular and even features. He was already carrying quite a bit of wine from him, he was purring softly to himself with the song. Vinnar, under the gun of general attention, plopped down at the table and smiled at Aylin:

- My greetings to the most wonderful golden star under this sky!

Aylin smiled in response ... her suspicion disappeared in the blink of an eye. Something in this Black Madman was so fascinating and disarming at the same time ... I wanted to open my heart to him.

The next evening, without being completely embarrassed by the presence of the same audience, he said, turning to Aileen:

- I want to tell you. Spit on everyone. I love you. My darling ... - he sonically fell to his knees in front of her. - Yes I ...