his lusts when he was behind him. But this merciless, in his opinion, torture did not last long - soon the demon reappeared before his eyes. With a familiar gesture, she bent her head to the side, and her palms with thin long fingers were already on her body. They went down the neck and lower, slightly squeezing their full breasts, stroking their nipples with their fingers, and with circular movements they moved further along the ribs, abdomen, and below.

- Do not play with me, demon! - in a hoarse voice squeezed Guard.

There was a soft, loud, laughter in his ears.

“But didn't you want such a game? ...” rushed in a whisper at the very border of perception.

- You know perfectly well what I want! The magician snapped, looking straight into the bottomless eyes with a mixture of hatred and desire. Not only his eyes betrayed his feelings - his breath didn’t think to become calm, his nostrils swelled with every breath, and it was hardly something that could indicate his desires better than a member who had stalled in tense waiting, who lacked so much other's tasty body.

“Oh yes, I know this better than many,” the same whisper laughed, and the demon turned his back on the Guardian ...

It is finished! His body was again with him, there was not a share of the weakness that usually accompanies prolonged inaction. The demon dropped to its knees, stretched its arms forward and, like a cat, bent at the back, almost reaching the ground with its breast. The ass that had fallen in the direction of the magician would have stood waiting - but the wait was not destined to hold. Hastily thumped on her knees for the beautiful inhabitant of the Shadow, the Guardian, not even directing the organ (indeed, there is really reason to believe that he led her own will) stuck into the demonic bosom.

He was received hot and soundless. Member of one movement disappeared between the genital sponges, penetrating the entire length. There were neither energetic tongues-tongues that would scour along a powerful trunk, nor sparks that slipped between him and his partner - there was only crowdedness, moisture, the heat of the coveted body and the desire to burst into it again and again, time after time. But above all this there was a returning feeling of power, especially a clear and distinct after so many minutes (hours?) Of forced inaction. Yes! They obeyed him, gave everything to his will, gave full power over themselves and the opportunity to reward themselves for what they so teased him with! Yes! A haughty demon with a perfect look knelt before him and now she is just dutifully moaning under a member who is rapidly bursting into her! Yes! And further! The guardian, unable to remain silent with such a wealth of physical sensations, but now incapable of any coherent thought, deafly growled and poured out on the partner the whole series of those meaningless sounds that had recently been rummaging in his head. His palms lay on his chest, these strong cast breasts, and began mercilessly to crush and squeeze them. Jerk! Jerk again!

From the next push the demon even stretched out on the ground. Was it an accident or another subtle idea - the magician was clearly not going to think now. The only important thing was that his body was free for a moment, and when the expressive roundness of the female body again approached him, he still managed to assess the availability of options - and with a short exhalation entered the tight ass.

The demon groaned, and in this sound one could also catch the pain. If the Guardian were a little more sane and sober, he could be indignant that he was so obviously (though skillfully) played up, but to stretch his elastic ass, to powerfully fuck him using wide hips as a lever, it was much more interesting and fruitful. by occupation.

The guardian could not describe these sensations with words.However, he strongly suspected that there were still words for this, but in order to know them, one had to consult Ogren regularly. And there was no point in saying something. In Shadow, even time loses its meaning, not to mention the spoken sounds. How long did it take? Was it at all in time? Just with the next jerk, the Guardian twitched, having entered his partner to the limit, and began to erupt in her ass.

The sound of blood in the ears merged into one long drawn-out hum. In the eyes darkened. But - immediately with the beginning of the end, the habitual sober thinking returned to the mage. He automatically noted that it would not be possible to establish whether he had set a record for the duration of ejaculation due to all the same difficulties over time in Shadows and consciously surrendered to the will of already passing pleasure, waiting for the darkness before his eyes to dissipate.

The first thing that stood out before his eyes was the obscure contours of the tapestry on the wall. The guard closed his eyes, then opened again. At the bottom there was another outline. It took a few blinks to take the outline of the outlines of the socks of his shoes. Blinking again, the Warden took a quick look at his robe. No mound, no praise to the Creator, no wet spots were observed.

“Order,” he breathed lightly.

The agitated face of the Isolde erlessa immediately appeared over him.

- What? Everything is good?

The confusion lasted a moment.

- Yes! - the Guardian confidently confirmed. - Your son will live.

*****

"... it should be noted that in such stories the demon almost always manages to get more than he gave, even if the magician believes that his wish was satisfied ...".

The guard closed the code. It was time to go. Of course, as he found out today, far from everything that was taught about the demons of the book was true, but in any case he wanted to be away from Redcliffe when the demon began to “receive more than he gave.” And when you consider how much and what exactly he gave to the mage ... In general, the Guardian was very pleased that eventually Connor would have to take the rap for this story.