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Liriel Benre walked along Darkwood with an energetic and confident gait. She left Msher Underground City for the first time in her life. In the depths of her soul, she was very worried and all the time she was suppressing the desire to return to the city ... To her own temple. From her memories of the temple she only had increased determination, in this snake's nest she would never have been allowed to rise above the rank of adept. Although her magical and physical abilities have long allowed her to become a full-fledged priestess of Lolth, the High Priestess denied her year after year in the hierarchy of the temple. In her clan reigned the cult of Lolth and, therefore, matriarchy. Since childhood, in the temple, Liriel taught to despise men, to be cruel, sly and cunning. But she was always in this sense the “black sheep”, all this was unnatural for her, this is another reason why she has not yet become a full-fledged priestess. Liriel was obsessed with knowledge. Actually, this was the main reason for her leaving. Adepts were denied access to the library of the temple and prohibited the study of any magic except mental.

“And now, I go on foot, knowing the way only approximately, to the Kingdom of Weipur, where judging by the rumors there is a guild of magicians ... Madness ... Ya. Has descended. Crazy - thought sullenly Liriel. “But one way or another, the way back to me is closed, and the High Priestesses just sigh more easily.”

Immersed in her gloomy thoughts, Liriel at the last moment heard a rustle in the bushes, and then a short whistle of the fired arrow. An arrow with a thud hit her in the eye, and personal protection was scattered with a quiet jingle. Liriel immediately turned around and sent a powerful mental impulse to the bushes, and from there a body fell out with a low moan. Carefully approaching him, Liriel examined him briefly.
“Forest Elf ?!” she thought in surprise.

- Yes you are right. Said a mocking voice from behind.
Liriel, imperceptibly getting Chris, sharply turned around, struck a blow, facing the enemy. But her hand was intercepted, and the second elf punched her in the stomach. Liriel clenched her teeth in wild pain and reached out to her opponent with her mental tentacles. And here ... Nothing happened. No shouts and prayers. Her hands were also all rudely behind her back. "What the ...?" - only Liriel managed to think about how she was hit with something heavy about her head and she fell into oblivion.

She woke up in the same glade. Only around her were four elves, three of whom could immediately recognize the hunters, and the fourth was a black cloak with a complex system of ornaments made of lilac-colored crystals.
"Heck! This is Antimag! "Thought Liriel in alarm.

- Hm, yes, this girl is not stupid! - Grinning said one of the hunters.

“Wood elves can read minds?” - fear gave way to Liriel's surprise.

“No,” said the elf in surprise, with a wolf-fang necklace. - Actually, you said it all out loud.

Damn it, Liriel remembered this weakness behind her, and sometimes, especially in moments of excitement, she began to say aloud what she was thinking.

- Listen! - exclaimed the hunter face, like a bird of prey. - What will we do with this Uvanimo *? My head still hurts.

- Kill, dark, and that's it! Growled the third hunter, to whom, to her dismay, Liriel noticed signs of lycanthropy.

Be still, Beast, ”Antimag said in a soft voice. “You know how much gold is paid in a brothel, if you bring in a drow.”

“But she almost killed the Hawk!” - roared the werewolf.

He squatted to Liriel, ignoring the Beast's words:

- What is your name, priestess? He asked coldly.

- None of your business, Tlahhat ille vlate *! - Liriel answered with a challenge.

“She’s pretty capricious!” The antimag sighed as he rose from his haunches. - Fang, Hawk, undress her and check.

Liriel, despite the dull pain in the back of her head, began to desperately resist, for which she received a short blow to the solar plexus, which made her cough up at once and while she tried to restore her breath and renew attempts to resist, she was removed from all her few clothes, consisting of two 3 strips fabrics: two fastened with thin gold chains on feminine, rounded thighs, and one barely covers the beautiful, elastic chest of the third size and all this is complemented by elegant sandals, numerous decorations and, decorated with a complex system my hairpin in a bun, beautiful hair the color of freshly fallen snow. The whole fabric, rather than hiding, but on the contrary, emphasizing Liriel's figure, was on the ground.

- Are you virgin? Asked Fang directly.

- Eart Drayalan Varto *! Snapped Liriel.

“So yes,” said the elf in satisfaction.

- And let's try it? - beast grinned predatory.

- No, - cut off antimag. - For the drow virgin, in the “Blooming Rose” we will be so much gold rolled away that we can live peacefully in nothing without refusing ourselves for a whole year.

- Well, you can not deprive her of virginity. - the werewolf did not let up.

- You know, in something you are right, the Beast. - smiled antimag.

He walked over to Liriel, and began rummaging through his bag. Liriel with horror, listening to the previous conversation, frantically trying to find a way out of this situation.

“If you don't let me go, the people of Mscher will torture you slowly, and then when you pray for death, they will turn you into drakes.” Oh, this fate is much worse than death! - attempted to threaten Liriel.

“Drow don't go alone ... especially priestesses,” he added, glancing at her. - therefore you were expelled or you yourself left, but anyway, now your fate is completely indifferent to other drow living under the ground.

These words broke the last hope of Liriel.

- ABOUT! - Antimag exclaimed, - Found it!

With these words, he took from his bag a skillfully made chain with a crystal similar to one of the crystals adorning his cloak. He walked over to the drow, Liriel tried to crawl away, but Fang held her tight.

- Well, here you are in addition to your decoration. - Anti-magic mockingly said, putting it on her, the chain, feeling the skin, tightly wrapped around the neck. Liriel did not feel any special changes, only the crystal slightly cooled the skin, but she knew that while she was wearing this necklace, she could not conjure.

- Well, now it is possible - rose ANtimag.

“Finally,” the Beast growled.

He approached her and took off his pants, presenting her a slightly excited member.

“Come on, suck,” the Beast growled, poking her body in her face and smearing the grease on her gray skin.

Liriel was shocked. In Mshera, men were considered inferior creatures and they had to bow down to women and for any audacity every woman had the right to punish her abuser in an extremely cruel and painful way. And now she was treated like the last whore, and she could only obediently fulfill what she was being told. Liriel saw a naked man only once in her life, during the punishment of his eldest priestess. Liriel knew about sex only from the conversations of her friends. Even though she was beautiful, even by the standards of dark elves, she did not dare to lose her virginity. Out of her thoughts, he brought a dick poking into her plump lips, Liriel decided that if she resisted for a long time, she would get tired of her rapists and they would leave her alone, and on the way to that brothel, she would think of something. But then Liriel felt a cold blade on her cheek:

“In a brothel, of course, they will pay less for a dry drow, but if you persist, I will not deny myself the pleasure and cut off those cute ears.” - Inquisitively whispered Fang.

Liriel, with tears in her eyes, opened her mouth and immediately slid inside the member of the Beast, who immediately began to move quickly, reaching her throat.When she began to choke, the Beast pulled her organ out of her mouth and drove it all over her face, smearing her saliva and her discharge down her cheeks. This lasted for about ten minutes, and when her jaws had already started to go numb, the Beast issued a triumphant roar and Liriel was struck in the throat by a powerful jet of semen. In order not to suffocate, she had to swallow it all.
As soon as she cleared her throat, a new member hung in front of her. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) He was thinner, but a little longer than the werewolf, Liriel looked up - the member belonged to the Hawk.

“I don't want it as rude as a Beast,” he said. - Try it yourself, suck it.

Liriel reluctantly touched the member with her hand, and began to stroke it lightly. Sensing the slight pressure of the Hawk’s hand on the back of the head, she first took a lick on the head, and then began to take the whole penis in her mouth, centimeter by centimeter. Squeezing her lips tightly, she slid them over the Hawk organ, occasionally brushing it with her teeth. He lasted a little less than the Beast, and violently poured out also into the mouth of the drow, forcing him to swallow everything.

- Looks like she never even sucked! - Hawk exclaimed, and then grinning added, - but nothing, in the "Blooming Rose" will teach her everything.

After that, she was forced to simultaneously suck off Antimagu and Fang, whose members were not much different in size from the Hawk and Beast aggregates. Fifteen minutes later, they also finished, having watered Liriel’s face and chest this time, and went to rest. Even though they had moved away from her and even turned their backs on her, showing her kind of relaxation, Liriel understood that any attempt to escape would be stopped and she would be severely punished. Suddenly, the Beast had time to rest, resolutely got up and moved toward the drow, who was helplessly kneeling.

“Get up on all fours,” he growled.

Liriel dimly understood what they would do to her, and with a blank look did the Beast say.

- Hey, Beast, what are you doing? - He called him Antimag. - But we agreed!

“Do not be afraid, Antimage,” the Beast grinned at him, taking out his leather jar. - I will knock on another door.

He opened the flask and smeared some oil on the drow's anus and rubbed it a little on its member. Liriel turned away, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth tightly. She felt a member gently sliding between her buttocks and prepared for the sensation of pain, when he suddenly stopped and something warm sprinkled her back. "Has he finished yet?" The drow thought in surprise and turned around. In place of the head of the Beast, there was a bright red fountain. Liriel was so shocked that she was speechless. Behind the werewolf's massive body, she saw a tall figure with curved daggers in her hands. There was a dull thud of the fallen head of the Beast.

“Hey, what a noise, Beast,” said Fang, turning around and then wheezed, falling with a dagger stuck in his throat.

After this throw, a vague shadow darted toward Hawk, who darted to his sword, and cut his thread, thrusting his dagger right into his heart. Anti-magic, before a arrow from a hand-made crossbow pierced deep into his eye, managed to release several throwing knives into the shadows, all of which passed through it without causing any harm to it. When the bodies of all four elves remained motionless, certain shapes began to appear at the Shadow. She turned out to be a rather tall, anthropomorphic creature whose sex and race could not be determined due to the heaps of rags in which her sudden savior was wrapped. Liriel
I felt the consciousness leave her and the last thing she saw was a pair of eyes with vertical pupils.

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* Erth Draalan Varto - the wish of the interlocutor to go to a permanent settlement in the Darkness forever-old or similar places (in short, I went to, in ...)

* Uvanimo - the wicked ("unforgiving")

* Tlahhat illa vlate - literally: the fruit of the unholy connection of a hog and a toad.