warrior, elf did quite well. She circled the small hall, gracefully dodging the clumsy blows of the orcs. One was already lying in the center of the room, holding onto the cut side. And the second collapsed next to the bars, to the luck of the prisoners. Chris stuck his hand between the twigs, trying to reach the dagger ...

... El rejected the last Orc yataghan, wondering how to stun him, hoping to take the burglar alive. Suddenly, a warning cry was heard from behind, but El did not have time to react. Next to her, lightly touching the hair, a crossbow arrow flew past, piercing the orc in the throat. The elf turned around, preparing to repel a new attack, but immediately lowered the blade. The very same orc whom she had injured first lay already with a crossbow in her hand, and a dagger stuck in his neck. She looked at the locked man and nodded slightly in appreciation. If it were not for his shot, the shot of the orc would hit the target ...

- It was very noble. - ystella yawned - But stupid.

Chris didn't answer. Indeed, they could free themselves, with the help of a dagger, by opening the lock, and leave without difficulty, but ...

“This is how we differ from the drow,” he finally said.

- The absence of the left half of the brain? There is something to be proud of - Chris said nothing. In some ways, Istel was right, but he hoped that the elves would appreciate his deed. Fortunately, he was not mistaken. In the evening, when the consequences of the attack were corrected, they were taken to the commandant of the fortress.

* * *

- Stop, let's try again first. - exclaimed Istel - You want to send us the demons know where to go to the orcs ... for reconnaissance? - she snorted - Why would we do that?

- Like that. - the commandant answered melancholically - We need to find out who is behind the organization of the raids. Judging by the portals - this is a very strong magician. And about the reasons ... for example, we will save your life and freedom as an option. You have no particular choice.

Chris shrugged. He had nothing to lose, and besides, he had personal scores for the orcs ...

- I agree.

“I, too,” Istelle nodded grimly.

She could not believe that she would have to work with the light elves ... However, she could suffer this - she was ready for the fact that for the sake of life on the surface, she would have to go through a couple of tests. Now she was very annoyed by something else. To her and Chris, they decided to put two elves on her, who would go on a raid with them. And now, next to Chris, whom Istel was already accustomed to count as hers, the same elf who guarded them was spinning. And, which made Israel even more angry, the warrior seemed very interested in this radiant ...

Istel also could not understand why, in fact, a person causes so much emotion in her. What does she care about with whom he will sleep? But the arguments of reason did not help much and Istel gritted her teeth and looked at how these two were leaving for a night walk along the riverbank ... She turned her gaze to her guard, Nariel, the same elf who commanded the detachment that caught them. The elf responded with a look that even an ice dragon would make an uncomfortable shiver. The dark elf sighed. Here, she certainly did not shine

- Be a gentleman, bring me dinner in bed. - sadly said the drow, laying on the bed ...

* * *

In the dark sky shone a small sickle of the departing moon. Chris and Eliktiel sat on the sandy bank of the river, looking at the calm water. Chris has already managed to tell the elf her story and she seems to have gained even more sympathy for the man who saved her life. Chris glanced at her. In the silver light of the moon, it seemed as though mischievous imps were dancing in the green eyes of a girl, and her black hair seemed to be enveloped in white flame. With an effort of will, Chris looked away.

“But why didn't you give up on your promise?” - did not understand El.- She enslaved you!

- Never mind. I gave my word to help her. A matter of honor. For the same reason, I helped you. Otherwise, I would betray myself.

“But she’s a drow!” - the girl did not let up.

- For me, so all the elves are the same - Chris smiled, wanting to pin up the elf. And it worked. El jumped up with indignation, even her ears seemed to be wracked in anger.

- Of course not! - She exclaimed - We are better than them!

- And what? - continued to smile Chris. El calmed down. She realized that the warrior was just teasing her, and decided to play along with him. She moved closer and whispered softly:

- A lot of things ... Do you list everything or move on to the most important thing?

Her hot breath burned Chris’s cheek and a heady floral scent hit her nose. Everything swam before my eyes, my throat was dry ...

- Let's all ... - he croaked quietly

“Well, - the elf, as if in thought, began to stroke his hand - we are much kinder ... gentle ... sensual ... - at the last word she fluttered her eyelashes and looked at Chris in the eyes. He could not stand it, and, digging his fingers into her thick hair, pulled her close and kissed her tightly.

El indignantly opened her eyes, preparing to push the arrogant person away - the joke seemed to drag out somewhat, but her hand, resting on the warrior’s chest, slid behind itself behind him, clasping the second. El was thinking about such a betrayal of his own palms, but Chris gently pulled her onto the sand, and his hand slipped under the girl's leather jacket, stroking his tummy and clearly aiming higher.

El wanted to shove this insolent with their feet - what was happening now was more like rape - she did not give consent! But instead, for some reason, she decided that it would be better to slip the tongue through her teeth to break into the man’s mouth and help her to get rid of his shirt. Did he spell her? She did not want to! Very, very ... Well, maybe a little bit ... but in any case, not to such an extent that it falls under a practically unknown man! But instead of resistance, she only fumbled with the hands of the warrior’s body, and for some reason only “Sand in her hair would turn in her head ...” “But even that did not stop her.

And Chris, finally, coped with all the fasteners on the jacket elf and exposed beautiful breasts with defiantly protruding nipples. El sighed slightly - a small cool breeze touched her. But the sensation of coolness was immediately replaced by warm touches, and then a hot, wet kiss on the left nipple. El sobbed slightly and hugged the man by the head, pulling harder to her. The second handle, she slipped her belt, touching pussy. How wet there! She began to stroke herself slightly, but then with the back of her hand, the girl felt something else. Her pen quickly pulled out of his pants and lay down on Chris's groin, carefully feeling what was hidden behind the fabric of his pants. Momma, what is she doing! Not only that she has never ... with a stranger! And at the same time, she absolutely shamelessly feels him, appreciating the strength concealed in the man's pants ... El twitched, with a firm intention to stop the madness, but she was late ...

Chris, excited by the light touch of a graceful handle, pulled away from the chest of the elf and yanked off her remnants of clothing. Without stopping, in order to free himself from the clothes, he slightly let his pants down and spread the thin legs of the elf to the sides. She twitched even harder, realizing that nothing could be done:

- Not! Stop ...! - But the inflamed man did not listen to her. He gently squeezed the kicking elf under him and entered it into it with one sharp movement, feeling how the slightly resisting film torn under his pressure and froze, feeling the pleasant warmth of the narrow cavern.

- So you're still a virgin ... was it? He asked, looking into the pale face of a frightened elf. Her ears are frightened ... Read more →