thicker than it seemed to Eleanor at first, and hot. In terms of its volume and hardness, it exceeded everything that it had managed to visit the intimate place of the ruler of Merland until tonight, and she was by no means modest. “In the next hour, you must come twelve times for me!” Well, bitch, proceed!

Never before in the history of slavery, the order of the lady was perceived by the slave with such gratitude and was not carried out with such zeal. The elf had difficulty keeping the rod in one place, despite the fact that she was very strong. The strong body of the warrior queen was furiously slung by the vagina on a strange rod, as if it were a sworn enemy and only in this way can it be destroyed. The first few orgasms followed immediately, covering Eleanor with a giant wave of ecstasy. It seemed to her that she was floating in the sky with a free bird and at the same time swimming in a real sea of ​​pleasure. Only one thought remains, which was barely kept on the border of her consciousness - to plant her body even more deeply on this sweet rod - a symbol of her fall. And the stronger and more often, the better. Her transformation into an orgasmic piece of flesh, the queen accompanied by truly titanic moans, justifying her ancestry. In the royal stables the horses reared up, snorted, shook their faces, and then pressed their ears chastely, as if realizing that sound had awakened them from sleep. In the nearby settlements, small children were crying, and the mothers who had come to reassure their mothers could not understand why all the village’s dogs decided at the same time to howl at the moon, which is not even visible behind dark clouds.

This went on for about half an hour. During this time, the queen managed to finish three more times. Now she was a pitiful sight: matted, wet hair spread all over her body, not a trace of evening hairstyle, the royal precious tiara, a family relic of elven work, lay on the stone floor a few steps from the howling woman. A tanned trained body, all glistening with sweat, particularly favorably emphasized the female charms of Eleanor in the light of torches smoking on the walls. White slaves full breasts rubbed on a cold marble floor, giving her a humiliating pleasure. The human female, in a past life wore the proud title of queen, continued to obediently carry out the order of the lady.

The elfmaid also had to work. The aching muscles of the arms, alternately holding the rod, seemed no longer able to endure. Muffled curses resounded through her teeth, and large green eyes ran around the room, as if searching for some kind of solution. Finally, the Immortal with her free hand wearily made several passes in the air, accompanying them with words in an ancient, forgotten language. A slight disturbance of air passed through the room, and the elf rose from her knees in satisfaction - the baton now hung by itself, rejecting all the laws of nature. She went to the head of her slave, fluttering on the floor, and gently, but firmly, grabbed her hair, raised her. Their eyes met. Surprise mixed with curiosity, as well as the endless wisdom of the millennia of life, was reflected in the eyes of the temple attendant. Eleanor's eyes reflected only complete submission and unfulfilled desire.

“Now, stand still and do not move,” followed the order of a gentle, even too tender voice. “Your tired body now only hinders the exit of the passion that nature has bestowed on you,” having said this, the elf clung to the full lips of Eleanor, and they merged in a long kiss that aroused both of them. Then, as if reluctantly, interrupting the kiss, the temple attendant smiled slyly, made an intricate movement with her hand, and spoke the word in the same strange language.The wand began to move, starting slowly at first, and then moving the queen faster and faster.

A new feeling of moving inside the rod, as well as an unearthly erotic kiss, did their job - Eleanor finished again. True, the forces for loud groans are no longer there, and she only rattled her womb. But the grimace of unspeakable pleasure never left the beautiful face of a woman. Seeing the positive result of her actions, the elf smiled playfully and again merged into a kiss with her woman. On top of that, she knelt before the moaning queen and began to caress her large hard breasts again. For the next twenty minutes, Eleanor alternately covered three more prolonged orgasms, between which the elf whispered all sorts of curse words in her ear and colorfully painted pictures of the future for her new slave.

All this time, the rod stubbornly walked and left the woman's vagina, continuing to throb. Although it was no longer a pulsation, at the very beginning, similar to a frequent heartbeat, now the rod vibrated faster, and this vibration with pleasant waves of pleasure spread throughout the body of an emaciated woman, even reaching the tips of her nails. One hand and the head of the queen rested against the floor, the other hand rubbed the clitoris with all its strength. A moan of pleasure came from his matted black hair. With the joint efforts of the wand, the elf and the queen herself, she reached eleven unforgettable orgasms that were unmatched. Stayed last. But nothing could have seemed to even arouse the queen. Both hands and head rested on the floor, serving only as an additional point for balance of the body: the arm muscles were not able to work. Knees were worn to the blood - it was no joke, for almost an hour they had to dance a crazy dance on the stone floor. The air whistled out of her lungs, the large breasts of a woman often fell and rose. From the open mouth distorted by a silent scream oozed saliva.

Wand, obeying the word of the elf, stopped all movement, but continued to vibrate, penetrating as deeply as possible into the queen - now any movement would deliver only pain.

- The abbess was right: you really like your own humiliation in making love. Without this, you do not fully surrender to your passion, but without letting it go out, as you managed to understand, you did not reach such a peak of bliss, - speaking these words, the elf gently stroked her victim's body and sweat from sweat kisses

- You are very tired. I see. But we need one more time, my dear. Yes, one more time you will do it for me, well, for my sake? - a gentle voice is not ordered, he asked.

“You see this crystal?” - With these words on the floor in front of the queen, a strangely shaped diamond radiating bright pale yellow light appeared. Eleanor stared at him with blank eyes. “We need it to glow a dazzling white.” How do we do it, you ask - I will answer. When I entered this room, it was black as night. This crystal has absorbed the energy you release during orgasms. You are a very strong young girl - I don’t know anyone else who could single-handedly beat such a crystal to the full with her energy. And you almost could. Come on! Stayed once, and it will shine white!

With these words, the messenger of the temple snake slid under the still kneeling queen and stuck with hot lips to her bosom. Her skillful tongue quickly slid across the lips and the queen's clitoris. Eleanor did not know much, from the fact that this divine creation had spoken, but one thing was clear to her - it was necessary to finish once more. Once again for the sake of her beloved tormentor. After all, she did not even order - she asked! And she will do it, in spite of everything, even if it will cost her her life. With this thought, she began to remember all the past years, filled with continuous worries about the good of the kingdom: neither the lumen of passion, nor the hope of love — they did not even smell there. Up to this day.Compared to this evening, all her \ "funny \" parties now seemed like gray rainy days.

While Eleanor was in her memories, her body began to respond to the petulant's affection, instinctively beginning to move her hips. The vibration of the wand ceased to cause discomfort and again gave rise to lust. The sharp tongue of the elf brought indescribable bliss. The queen woke up when the sharp teeth converged on her tortured pea, and realized that for quite a long time she had unconsciously surrendered to her mistress and her wonderful staff. A wave of magical something was born inside it. It grew and rose like a giant tsunami, ready to devour everything in its path. With a loud cry, Eleanor stretched out on the floor. The convulsions of orgasm mercilessly beat her, plunging her into sweet nothingness. It seemed that these desired flours would last forever, and death was not far off.

The elf looked lovingly at the woman who had surrendered to her wild passion and waited patiently for it to end. The pulsating wand and the glowing white crystal disappeared beneath the floors of the dark cloak.

When Eleanor woke up, there was no one in front of her eyes. Apparently, she turned off several times, lying on the floor, and last time she disconnected for a long time. Turning her head in all directions, the Queen, to her relief, found her guest comfortably seated on a large armchair upholstered in soft leather. The efficient servant of the temple quietly smelled wine, which she took from an opened oak secretary - the only furniture in the room, except for two chairs and a table from the same tree. Noticing Eleanor waking up, the elf got up gently and walked quickly toward her, filling the glass with wine and whispering something under her breath. From her whisper - spells, as the queen guessed, - the torches on the walls flashed for an instant bright scarlet, and then almost went out, and now flickered plaintively, slowly rising with a new force - as if someone had taken them and cut them in half.

“Drink it, it will give you strength,” the elf knelt down next to the lying queen, smoothly preventing her from trying to rise, and brought the glass jar to her lips.

- Drink, my sweet, drink.

There was a desert in the queen’s mouth, and she didn’t force herself to ask twice, in two sips, to dry the proposed vessel. Drink wondrous energy spilled over her body and noticeably added strength. Eleanor got up, but did not dare to speak - after what happened between them she did not know what to say. Silence hung in the hall, only the crackling of flare-up torches broke the silence. The elf was the first to speak.

“Your Majesty may not be worried: not a living soul recognizes everything that happened here,” the official tone that the elf tried to say was muffled by the playful laughter of silver bells.

The loud laughter behind it turned into a tender embrace, and the women again merged into a sensual kiss.