Chris froze, unable to say anything. Instead, he pressed his lips back to El, kissing her with all the tenderness he was capable of. And he noted with joy that she kisses him back. After giving her time to get used to it, he began to slowly move into the close vagina.

El was breathing heavily. The sharp pain that had pierced her was gone, leaving instead a pleasant feeling of fullness. Now it seemed to her that all her life she had lacked this amazing warm organ that was pushing her walls apart. And this pleasant feeling of gravity, exciting her whole body ... Just why is it moving so slowly? Closing her eyes, the elf tried to move towards the penis ... so great! And beneath it was loose sand, so pleasantly scratching its delicate skin ... Scooping a handful of sand, El began to slowly rub it on a soft chest, touching hard nipples with coarse grains of sand ... Against her will a lingering moan broke out of her mouth ... and another ... and more ... Soon they poured incessantly, forcing El to blush even more for herself. But she could not do anything, she simply did not have the strength to fight this wonderful feeling ...

Chris felt that the girl was already on the verge of ecstasy and he deliberately slowed down to delay this moment. It was just an incredible sight - a crimson elf, who rolls her eyes and groans from the passion that covers her, kneads her chest with one hand, and gently caresses the second with the clitoris ... Finally she could not stand it:

- Rather ... I ask ... - she complained plaintively. Could Chris refuse such a request? Speeding up, he bent over her again, touching her exquisite red lips, slightly biting them ... El moaned even harder. And then she grabbed the man with her arms and legs, pressed herself against him, lifting herself off the ground, and, throwing back her head, screamed ...

After her finished, and Chris, pulling a member from the womb of an elf, spilling hot white liquid on her crotch ...

When the peak of passion passed, El let go of the man and, slapping on the sand, glared at the sky. Chris watched her carefully. He himself was not opposed to continue, but who knows how El will react to what happened. And it is unlikely that she now agrees, for example, to take his dick in her mouth. It's a pity.

El was breathing hard and trying to digest what had happened. Yes, she fucked with some man! But she promised herself that the first time would be for love ... But there was no regret. Remembering this amazing orgasm, she stretched the handle down and felt something strange with her fingers ... The girl put her hand to her eyes and began to examine the sperm drops on her finger tips, then licked them without thinking about what she was doing ... El looked at man:

- It seems I know what we will do along the way ...

He just smiled rather ...

* * *

Santil was thrown on the floor and his bag was torn from his head. No, it's necessary to get in the way! No sooner had their little squad walked and hundreds of steps, as they ran into several squads of orcs, wandering through the forest. In an unequal fight, they somewhat reduced the number of these thugs, but the numerical superiority turned out to be too great. She was wearing a magic-blocking collar and for a long time, more than a day, was carried somewhere with a bag on her head. But, to her surprise, they never touched in any of the meanings.

And finally, she was able to look around and see ... an absolutely empty hall, a dining table, a few chairs around and a dark-haired young man looking at her. Santil shivered. She had already seen this look among many drow, and did not expect to see it also in man. There was insanity in his eyes.But not that manic mind disease, forcing people to jump from the roof or throw a fireball at the crowd of passersby. Not. Cold Smooth. Absolute. Madness. A man who goes to his goal for millions of corpses. Apparently, he commands the orcs.

- Who are you? Where are my warriors? She croaked, rising from the floor. Almost a day without water made themselves felt.

- Mag. In grave. The man said calmly. And with a flick of his fingers he made a carafe of water and handed it to the drow. Santil received him apprehensively. Although it is unlikely that the water is poisoned - he would like to kill her there would be ways easier. The fate of her warriors did not care about her at all.

- What do you want from me? And tell me fine who you are. She finally asked.

- Honestly, I do not know. It depends on what you can offer. I just got a little interesting when the orcs stumbled upon a dark elf in an elven forest. - the man slightly bowed his head to the side. “As for your second question ...” He snapped his fingers again and a collar blocking magic fell off Santil. She prepared to attack immediately, but froze, staring at the human aura. It looks like he really is a magician, and he is even stronger than the dark elven archmage, not to mention Santil and all kinds of humans. The drow froze, turning over options in her head. Whatever a man doesn’t conceive, it’s hardly in his plans simple raids on elves with the help of orcs. And he doesn’t really need a priestess - he just accidentally got in the way ...

- Lord ... - Santil bowed her head - I will be glad to faithfully serve you ... - this was the only option that gives her chances to live. And that is not one hundred percent.

“Loyalty from the drow ...” the magician grinned, and a blue light began to flare up at his fingertips. Santil, who had grown gray with horror, spoke the allegiance swiftly, reinforcing it with magic, not trying to cheat in one letter. With a slight squint, the magician watched the changes in her aura, which reflected the effect of the magical oath.

- Yes, it is reliable. - he nodded - until the evidence is enough. Sit down

Santil dutifully sat on the edge of the chair. Enough for now? What could be more reliable magical oath? And what should she do now? Why is she a magician? With his power, he can call on hundreds of more powerful creatures ... And on the table appeared a variety of dishes, from the look of which the hungry elf almost fainted.

- Eat. - The magician sat next to me - And tell me how you got here ...

Santil said she came here looking for her sister. After dinner, the thinking magician showed her the room where she would live and disappeared. Just disappeared. Santil took a bath, changed his clothes and waited. There is nowhere to run - the oath is given, now it will forever serve the mage. Of course, he may release her, but for some reason Santil thought that such mercy could not be achieved from him. On the other hand, this had its advantages - the magician obviously planned something big, if not great, the thoroughbred drow had a nose for such things ... And while she is there, she will be able to ingratiate himself with him, and there let's see who will command whom ...

The magician appeared in the evening.

- I found your sister. - he growled, not greeting. But Santil didn’t have to. She heard the word she hated.

- Where ?!

- At the elves. My man said that they were sending her to the orcs to find out ... about me - the magician grinned and came very close to Santil - How do you like a small encouragement in the form of one drow in the dungeon of this castle?

- Sir, - Santil was really very happy - but I haven’t done anything yet ...

- It can be fixed - the magician stroked the dark elf on the cheek - What did you say about the evidence of loyalty?

For a second, Santil's eyes widened in confusion, but the misunderstanding instantly disappeared. “Same as all men,” she smiled inwardly. Indeed, it seems that soon she will be able to more strongly rub him into trust ... In the meantime ... Santil gracefully knelt down and stretched her arms to the belt of the magician. Several movements and his pride released into the wild ...

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