- Freeze! - there was a melodious voice. Chris sighed wearily and gently raised his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Istel was repeating his actions. Not slipped. They had been walking through the elven lands for a week now, and Chris had already hoped that they would cross them unnoticed. But, alas, the elf patrols were not asleep. And if in the Empire of people, the drow were treated with suspicion, but still tolerated, the elves extremely disliked their dark brethren. Doubly unlucky.

- Guns on the ground! - continued voice. A bastard sword and a pair of long daggers flew to the ground.

- It's all? - with a strange intonation asked a voice. However, Istel instantly understood the hidden meaning of the question.

- I'm not a priestess. - she growled. It was true. Istel studied both martial arts and magic, but she never tried to beg for handouts from the Spider Goddess. Accordingly, she did not have weapons of priestesses.

Finally, the owner of a melodic voice appeared from the darkness - a tall elf with a bow at the ready. The bowstring was not strained, but Chris was not deceived - he would not overtake the elf. But Istel, perhaps, could have done something if she had a weapon in her hands ... Several elves also appeared behind their backs, and they searched and tied Istel. Only one elf came up to Chris, gesturing to go forward. In her eyes, there was coldness and contempt for the man who was voluntarily helping the drow. That was almost true - Istel removed the collar from Chris as soon as they got to the surface, demanding, however, first to promise that he would not leave the elf alone.

They walked for quite a long time - it was already getting light, but in the end they came to the garrison. It turned out to be a fortress-tree. Chris already captured the spirit - he did not know that such giant trees can exist. Istel also turned her head - she spent only a week on the surface, and for her everything was new here.

As it turned out, there were many tiers inside the tree. They were placed on the uppermost tier in the barred room, without mentioning their further fate. Watching left only the very elf who escorted Chris.

- Complex elf services "Feel yourself a princess" - Istelle chuckled - we lock in the tower and wait for the knight. You, by the way, promised to deliver me a safe place.

- It is quite safe here. - shrugged Chris. Constant verbal picks with the drow were already a habit. But she unexpectedly kept silent. Istel did not want to admit, but now she was terribly afraid. Yes, she expected to be tested in the Upper World, but she hoped to contact with people with whom it was much easier to reach an agreement than with the principle elves. And now - what will they decide?

But for a long time she did not have to torment herself with doubts. In just half an hour of their conclusion, the tree-tower shuddered as if from a strong ramming spell. From the street came an obscure sound. But Chris had enough of these vague fragments, once he heard the sound before the destruction of the garrison, where he served. It pounded the orcs drums.

* * *

In the calm water reflected the face of a dark elf. Santil grimaced irritably and stirred the water, not wanting to see the face of her younger sister, and then gently entered the river, sinking with her head. For two days now, she has been on the trail of Istel on the surface. Now with her only two soldiers, the rest died during the collapse or from their wounds. The three of them are the pitiful remnants of the noble House D 'Liett. The destroyed House. And her younger twin sister is to blame for this.

Santil took a deep breath, chasing away the bad memories. She went ashore, lay down on the grass and, looking into the bottomless night sky, ran her hands over the tense body. She is terribly tired.We urgently need to relax, or she risks not sustaining a tense chase. Her sister always knew how to make warps ... The hands of the dark elf began to move, as if by their own will. While the left palm stroked a tummy, right already with force has squeezed an elastic breast. A voluptuous moan escaped through the tight teeth. Yes, that's what she missed so much!

The left knob slid down the anthracite skin and lightly touched a small cherished button. The moan intensified, and Santil arched his whole body in an attempt to implant on a non-existent member. Although why non-existent? Santil recalled the two warriors accompanying her. Should these men bring at least some benefit. Santil jerked up from the grass and quickly walked to the place of their stay.

When the wet naked elf came to the fire, both warriors froze, unable to take their eyes off her. Santil smiled contentedly. She knew the impression on men. Without losing time, she pulled the closest one to her chest and with a slight movement of graceful fingers called the second one. Both warriors were intelligible: the first began to play with the priestess's chest, crushing heavy balls in his hands and biting hard nipples, and the second clung to Santil's lips, gently stroking her hair, fearing an indignant movement to cause anger of the elf. At other times, it would have been fun for her, but now she needed only a good discharge and as soon as possible.

Santil pushed one of the men to the ground and pulled his pants off of him, releasing his tense cock into the wild, and, without long preludes, sent him to her cave, with one movement she sat down on him as much as possible. Then she bent her back, bending down to the man lying under her, and exposing the ass higher, hoping that the second warrior will understand it without words. He understood. The second member entered the depths of Santil, pleasantly stretching the back hole. Men simultaneously moved in her, seeking to deliver the elf as much as possible pleasure.

Santil growled, digging her fingers into the ground and tearing out the grass. Two hot pistons went in it, separated only by a thin partition. Her tight nipples rubbed against the man’s coarse jacket, giving her even more pleasure. The elf moaned, surrendering to her desires and shutting off her mind. But the desired orgasm did not come in any way, the tension of the last days was too great ... Santil thought about the culprit of this - her sister. She imagined how her nails would be thrust into her delicate neck, how she would fearfully beg for mercy when Santil finally caught up with her and ... the elf began to shake, feeling how her whole body covered with an incredible flame that penetrated every cell of her body overflowing with energy. She made a fierce cry and strained every muscle in her body. The men felt the tender flesh enveloping their limbs suddenly stiffened, and with unexpected strength squeezed them. The warriors breathed heavily and simultaneously poured inside the elf, unable to withstand such tension.

Santil went limp, feeling small discharges rolling across his limbs. But after a second forced herself to gather. She got what she needed, which means there is no sense to linger any longer. A sharp blow to the elbow, she threw the man hanging over her from behind, and rose to her slightly trembling legs, having experienced another wave of pleasure, when a limp member with a slight squish came out of her, and again went to the river. Immersing herself in cold water, she got dressed and walked quickly in the footsteps of five days ago. But they could not go far ...

* * *

Eliktiel absolutely ignored the prisoner's request to release him. This drowsky privala should now rejoice that does not lie in the groove, izykannym arrows. Now she had to solve a more important problem - to stay guarding the prisoners or run to the aid of the guards? She did not have time to decide - on the stairs leading up to the open area, the tramp of heavy boots rang out and four green-skinned thugs broke into the small hall in front of the camera.The question of how they got there El left for later, pulling the blade from the sheath ...

Chris watched their guard anxiously, wishing she refused to let him out. But to the surprise ...