Sometimes an elf would put my hair in a fist and start fucking my mouth. My obliging sponges then closed up with a tight little ring, and the tongue tried to press the hot head or twist around the solid trunk. At one of those moments, the elf tensed and I, realizing what was about to follow, put out a tongue and, making it with a spatula, prepared to take the elf seed. The elf did not keep himself waiting, having finished with my tongue and mouth. I swallowed thick sperm, feeling its honey taste, blissfully blinked and licked delicacy flowing from a pointed head to the trunk.

I still frantically swallowed the last drops, when I unceremoniously lifted. Staying in a sweet stupor, I meekly allowed myself to turn this way and that. The elf poked a finger at each wound from blunt arrows, and then lightly slapped a narrow palm over his forehead.

- You, enchantress, my prey.

Oh, gods, how many thoughts immediately flocked in my head! I'm not saying already that the elf freely pokes fingers including in boobs and ass. Here, what can you do - his member has been in my pussy, and even in her mouth. Do not ban him almost innocent touching the soft parts of my body?

But, first, I understand the Elvish language! Of course, all shades and nuances are not available to me, but the meaning is quite clear. Yes, and say something like "My thirsty to drink" or "My must wash out," I quite can.

Secondly, they called me a sorceress! I did not feel the strength in myself, most witches. However, if you think about it, I could commit a certain witchcraft that was previously inaccessible. Rather, I knew how, but did not know at the expense of what energy, through what channels to get so much energy!

Third, the dark elves appear to have hunted. Who more times got into my carcass, that I and prey.

I did not have time to collect all my thoughts in a heap, as I received another slap on the forehead. My body suddenly refused to obey me, and I would have fallen if the elf had not caught me. Throwing me on my shoulder so that the clouds could admire my bare ass and the rest, which was also directed upwards, the elf started off.

So I arrived at the dark elf camp, dangling limply on the elf's shoulder and with my bare ass exposed to all who looked at my captor's face.

I was loaded into a bunch of bodies. In my field of vision, wolf paws, horned heads of various ungulates, came across, and a winged serpicore was breathing heavily right next to it. All animals were conscious, but immovable, like me.

True, my person has received increased attention. Judging by the conversations, a young of several clans gathered here to compete in the hunt. Well, the horror of all which are very young - the oldest is only a little over sixty, and the youngest is at all 45 ... So it is not surprising that I attracted particular attention. Especially the fact that I was unloaded in a not too decent posture - the knee of one leg was slightly bent and set aside, under the loin - the body of a fox. I would have deliberately hardly taken a more tempting pose - having bent at the waist, lifting up the elastic breasts and as if by chance showing my crack. No matter how hard I tried, I could not move, and all I could do was listen to the “young” blockheads.

“Fellillander was lucky, he got such booty ... But she is not an elf? ... (With contempt) Yes, her pubic hair is growing!

Not even a half-breed! ... Yes, a little smaller breasts, and more thigh hips - just an elf! ... So I see you staring at her like no other elf ... Those for love, for poems and symphonies, but this fucking until the brains stand on one side ...For a human dirty female, she is very good ... Yes, yes. That's why it excites that it is more beautiful than a woman ... Gee-gee-gee, that's not why. Because with elf beauty and slimness, she possesses such tits and ass as some flat elves never dreamed of ... But, but be careful, this is still a creature of a lower race! ”

The worst was when, in addition to my Fellillander, an elf from another clan, Endermeron, showed me the right to me. They cursed and hissed at each other for a long time, until it occurred to someone to count the marks on my poor body. Enraged, enraged, simply grabbed my leg and dragged me away from the pile of loot. Worst of all, the sensitivity, unlike mobility, began to gradually return. Therefore, I felt all the bumps, pebbles and knots with the back of my head and shoulders. This is not to mention the fact that my second leg leaned aside and was completely indecent, fully revealing all my intimate places in front of the lustful looks of the "youngsters."

But this was not enough! Fellillander did not tolerate such treatment with his property and grabbed my other leg. And both elves puffing contemptuously in my direction, pulled me in different directions! Now I don’t really care about who, how deeply and with what glance my intimate details are cast - not to be torn in half! I, stretched in full splits, were lifted so that my hair broke the ground, and on the surface itself lay only the limp hands.

However, the mind prevailed over the emotions, and I smashed the doll into the grass. The elves immediately began to turn me around, twist and turn, not caring at all about my modesty. Not a single street dancer appeared before such an audience in such a variety of indecent poses. All the same, Fellillander won. His marks were higher. After the counting, my elf carelessly moved his fingers in my direction, and all abrasions, including teeth marks and a burn, were immediately healed.

I felt relieved. In addition, the massage that gave me the opposing sides, had a beneficial effect on my mobility. I managed to collect hands and legs in a heap, somehow hide behind curious eyes and even slightly lift the head. I was not without pleasure looking at the continuation of the quarrel: Endermeron said that Feillander had removed several of his marks from my body along the way, and soon the warriors of the two clans stood opposite each other with bare blades. And even if they did not share only the honorable prey, it was flattering to me that the witty boys were ready to kill each other because of me.

It all ended when the portal flashed and another elf fell out onto the clearing. Someone complained to daddy! The newcomer did not look older than the “youngsters,” however, by the way his gaze indifferently slid over my body, barely covered by my palms, I realized that this was an elder, about 300 or 500 years old.

The order was immediately imposed - I was given to Fellillander, part of the elves were sent to release the prey to the will (for some reason this did not concern me), the other part was to collect dead wood and cook food in general.

I caught Endermeron’s evil gaze. I immediately, as I could, took a relaxed pose, licked my lips with my tongue pointedly and fuckingly and at the end sent a sensual air kiss. And all this together with the most offensive view. You should have seen how enraged the elf! I don’t know what he wanted to do - either chop off my head, or rape right here ... I would hardly like the first, but the elder who had arisen from the air would also keep him from the second. His glance alone made Endermeron lower his head and go after the others. However, he still turned around. I have no doubt that he did not like what he saw - I gently threw my arms around the knee of Fellillander, who contemptuously winced, and, with adoration, slamming her eyes, devotedly looked at him from the bottom up.

The elf took me to his hut and, pushing me to the hanging canopy of long leaves, grunted: "I'll be back soon." Pretty, I decided, when I entered the spacious green room.The setting sun still penetrated the gaps between the foliage, beautifully intertwined in clusters of pink small flowers. The bed was an armful of soft, fragrant grass, strewn with unchanged flowers. Well, well, it should be nice to be given to an eared one in such conditions.

I lay down on a cozy bed and hurried to clean up. Mana after exposure to me magic Fellillander began to accumulate very quickly .... Read more →