several times ran the tongue along the long trunk and with all the diligence began to demonstrate how happy she was with the magician. She vaguely suspected that her future fate depended on how much the magician would be satisfied. It is unlikely that he will decide to get rid of the elf, but a place in his bed is more profitable than any position as a cleaning lady ...

The hot elf lips wrapped around the head, and the scarlet tongue ran around her, only slightly touching, teasing the man. Gradually, Santil swallowed his cock more and more, processing every inch of his wet tongue. She also slightly scratched the base of her penis with her nails, trying to give the mage more pleasure. Finally, she completely swallowed a rather big member, putting it deeply in the throat, while she herself buried her nose in the man’s pubis, and froze in that position. But not for long. Pulling back, but not letting him out of her mouth, Santil again began to sit down on the penis, but this time faster. She continued to move in this way, now it seemed that the magician roughly fucks an elf in her mouth, driving her member all the way, though the initiative came from her.

At a certain point, the man grabbed the elf by the head, hugging him, not letting him escape and began to pour heavily into her throat. Not accustomed to such a drow, she tried to escape, but the magician held tightly and, in order not to choke, she had to swallow hot liquid. Finally, the magician let her go, and she pulled away, not letting the limp cock out of her mouth, continuing to process the tongue, clearing the last drops of sperm. At the same time, the drow gladly noted that he was beginning to harden again. Surely the magician will appreciate her efforts ...

The magician stepped back and motioned her to get up. Santil rose, smiling coquettishly. On her lips gleaming white droplets clearly visible on anthracite skin. Clothes with a quiet rustle fell from her body, as if becoming non-material, obeying the light movement of the magician's hand. Santil again felt jealous - she never dreamed of such strength. She would be able to incinerate clothes, most likely together with the owner, but subtle spells required more energy and skill.

In the same gesture, the magician invited Santil to lie down on the bed. She instantly realized what was required of her and lay down on her stomach invitingly pulling her ass out. However, the man was in no hurry. At first he gently caressed her with his fingers, skillfully pressing down on the most sensitive points, forcing Santil to bite the sheet and lightly make muffled moans through clenched teeth. The elf woman did not even think about the reasons for her actions — she simply sought to receive pleasure ...

Sensing that the drow was quite agitated, the magician stopped and put his gun to the juicy pussy. Santil muttered something indistinctly, expressing her approval of the man’s actions. It seemed another couple of seconds of delay, and she herself would pounce on the man, wanting to at least a little extinguish the flames burning in her. But the magician did not give her the opportunity. In one smooth movement, he entered the burning hot-hot crack completely, feeling somewhere deep in the bottom of the cave.

Santil almost purred, twisting even more. When the first sensations subsided somewhat, she began to even tighten and relax the muscles of the vagina, delivering even more pleasure to herself and the man. And completely surrendered to the feelings, covering her with the sensation of a hot stake penetrating her. The magician growled and grabbed her hair, forcing him to sit even more on his penis. The drow no longer understood what was happening. Blinding patches of light jumped before my eyes, and the air in the lungs was categorically insufficient ... She reached for her breast and squeezed her nipple with force, scratching it almost to the blood. This was the very thing that she lacked.A crushing blow to all the senses at once, swept over her body, plunging the dark elf into a depth of unconsciousness, where only pleasure existed. Somehow she felt the corner of her mind, as the magician moves for a few more minutes in her, and then erupts inside her body ... but this no longer seemed important to her ...

It seems that the introduction to the force, which is controlled by the magician, as well as his plans will be very pleasant ...

* * *

A small detachment consisting of two light elves, one dark and a man, advanced to the southern borders of the elven kingdom to the steppes of the orcs. At least, a fragile truce was established between members of the detachment. Nariel and Chris frowned at each other. Elf thoughtfully checked the readiness of the bow for shooting, and Chris also thoughtfully assessed the sharpness of his sword. But to open confrontation, as the girls did not reach. Although the elfs communicated extremely politely, they continued to drill each other with heavy looks and only the fact that there was always one of the men between them prevented them from clinging to each other.

However, a couple of incidents still occurred, but after a couple of dozen scratches from the nails, they seemed to have cooled down a bit.

But between Chris and El, complete mutual understanding was established, on which Istel looked with some resentment. And when she noticed how Chris appreciatively compares it with the light, she almost cried. How can he! Is it really not clear that she, Istel, surpasses the light one in all parameters! But Chris didn’t think so, because time after time he retired to El in a soundproof tent, forcing the drow to kick the nearest trees in irritation, and after sitting by the fire with a statue that by thought had a name Nariel.

Istel sincerely could not understand why Chris chose not her, but El. She returned his freedom to him and in general ... But once Nariel interrupted her thoughts with one phrase: “If you want to receive something, you must give something in return” and again fell silent. At first, Istel only sniffed contemptuously - simple truths, he will tell her. Although then thought. She always acted like a drow, demanding that Chris submit to her. But does she need it? Now Istel just wanted to be with him, just like that, without any benefit. So that they were together, giving each other pleasure ... maybe the elf meant it?

A few days later, the elven forests were left behind. Ahead lay the steppes of the orcs and Istel concentrated on the task at hand: to find a mage helping the orcs. And when things are done, you can think about her relationship with Chris ...

* * *

With a happy sigh, Santil leaned back on the pillow and pressed herself tightly against the hard-breathing man. The magician turned out to be an excellent lover. And although he did not dedicate the drow to his plans, did not even say his name, Santil did not rush things, enjoying what was happening in this room at night. And not only at night. But this time they were interrupted, and quite rude.

A flicker appeared in the room and a translucent figure of an elf appeared. Santil frowned in disgust - who is that blond? But then an obvious answer crept into my head - the magician was talking about his man among the elves. This, obviously, he is. More precisely, she.

The elf bowed her head in a greeting and spoke quickly.

“We are a few days away from you, Lord.” Nobody suspects about your real possibilities - they think that you are an ordinary magician.

The magician shrugged and settled himself more comfortably on the bed.

- Lead them to the Labyrinth. Leave the drow alive - Santil glanced happily at these words - and do what you want with the others. In any case they will not be able to interfere ...

Eliktiel tilted her head again, this time in agreement. She will do everything ...