I listen to how the wind howls outside, how the branches of trees scrape through the window. Now everyone is sitting in their homes, listening to the ominous warning of nature. There are rarely winds here, from the sea the city is covered with mountains barely visible in the distance, and bad weather never came from the steppes. The whole city froze in anticipation, everyone sees a sudden omen in a storm that broke out, because everyone feels that the city is living its last days. Yesterday a quarantine was announced, the authorities sent in the military, who blocked all departures from the city. Some managed to leave its limits, but they said that they were soon detained by the arriving soldiers and placed in a special mobile hospital for those who could get infected. Someone went to the steppe, not realizing that the terrible disease came from there. I never knew where Jan went, but I hoped that he would be able to avoid what awaits us all here.

I was not sure that Loy would return today, because everyone who had at least some interest in this city now held a council, each his own. For several hours already, Sertona had not left the town hall, communicating with the commander-in-chief, who had laid siege to the city on the orders of the monarch, and trying to bring the negotiations into the direction they needed and the city. Knowing conferred among themselves about further actions - someone tried to prevent the spread of the disease, find a cure, someone tried to organize warehouses with products and arrange for their distribution, someone just wondered how to avoid losses. (Erotic stories) The poor had their own concerns, Loah had his own. My Cerberus has always kept in his fist all the thieves' bottom of the city, murderers, whores, traffickers. For the townspeople, he was a simple merchant, few knew that he was pulling the strings of everyone who the city was so afraid of and tried to get rid of. Now he was trying to keep his people from lawlessness, which could finally destroy this city, and it was very difficult. Yesterday I heard stories about how several people were stabbed to death right in the center of the city, several shops and pharmacies were looted.

I hear Loy’s footsteps coming up the stairs, closer and closer. I don’t want to see him now, however, before, either, but tonight I wanted to be alone, I would sit all night on the chair by the window. He stops behind my back, I feel his gaze. He leans towards me, puts his lips to my hair, and I feel his wet breath. His arms wrap around my neck and squeeze slightly. He always does so, the master's habits, as to the thing that belongs to him, which he bought many years ago from wandering artists who drove into the city in order to raise another whore from the girl. He knew how to plan ahead, but he did not expect that he would leave for himself a girl who could bring him good money. But I knew how firmly I held him in my small, seemingly weak hands.

His palms stroke my neck, collarbone, dropping to the neckline of the dress. His breath in my hair quickens. I feel how tense he is, even angry, obviously, not everything in his affairs is going smoothly now. I do not want to annoy him even more, so I slowly get up from my chair and turn to him. I am almost taller than his head, the face of anyone who would see us from the side, would be distorted by hostility. Loy-Cerberus is a short, hunchbacked man with thin and crooked legs, but large, strong arms, a bald, knobby head, excessively hairy limbs and a torso. It is incredible that such people can possess the strength and rage that Loy possessed.

His quick crooked fingers unfasten the fastener of my collar and lower it down, exposing my breasts. My forearms are shackled with a dress, but I would never have tried to resist, and Loy already rubs and kisses my flesh, he clasps his elastic chest with a big palm and pulls it back, putting his mouth to the stretched nipple, sucking on him, sometimes slightly biting, his brisk tongue describes circles, stirring the nipple, making it hard, forcing to reach for caress. He pushes me to the table, lifting my legs with one hand, and knocking me to the surface. When he starts to free my hips from the skirts, I close my eyes.He persistently and at the same time gently and tenderly strokes my bare legs and stomach with his rough palms, reveling in the sensation of soft skin. He does everything as if something depends on me, as if I can say “no” or “yes” to him, but we both understand that if he wants to take possession of me, no one can put anything to him.

He loves my body very much, perhaps that is why he manages sometimes to wake up a hurricane of desire in me. He runs his fingers into me and seems to be groping for a place that has always longed for affection, and I involuntarily give a groan. I can hear him getting rid of his clothes, clinging to my spread legs, his penis too big for his so frail body and severely twisted at the base, poking at my vagina. Loy pushes a little and slips into my body as much as it can fit. His hands are wrapped around my hips and are taken with all the force to stretch me on his body. Our bodies are beating each other violently and quickly, I have to grab hold of the edge of the table above my head with my palms in order to try to maintain balance at all, but my body rushes up and down on the table in agony, guided by a lustful man.

Loi has been around for many years, he could even be my grandfather, but the hardness and endurance of his member is not inferior to his bestial desire, with which he always pounces on me. He was always firm, brought me to the point of exhaustion, before he finished in me, and now his head is also filled with thoughts about what is happening with the city. His movements become sharper, deeper, his fingers painfully dig into my body, but he does not come close to the final, and I still lay with my eyes closed, holding onto the edge of the table, listening to the howls of the wind that have become so strong that they drown out wheezing and hoarse ugly hunchback, seizing his beloved.

At some point, he lets go of my hips, wraps me around the waist and dramatically pulls myself. He takes a step back, picking me up with his dick from the table. My body slides down the trunk all the way, it is pierced by a powerful, hard as steel body to the heart, I choke on inhaling, everything is spinning, and I would fall back, but Loy is pressing me to her with all his strength. He drowns out his bestial roar, buried in my neck, and I feel my throat pulsing with pain and tension, bursting with an ejaculating organ too large for my body.

When his roar subsides, and the seed spreads in my gut, he loosens his grip and gently embraces me, carries me into my bedroom, gently lays on the bed, leaning on top, and only then releases the diminished organ from me.

- Forgive, Vera, - he wheezes in my face, - I could not restrain. Will you forgive me

I'm trying to cope with the breath, my head is not spinning. I put my hand on his head, and he buries his face in the hollow between my collarbone.

- I was so hard today, I almost lost my influence on them. Lipa ordered to scour all the warehouses and abandoned houses on the outskirts, to carry out arrests, to resist and armed to kill immediately, and to do the same with the marauders. He is a fool if he thinks that they will not answer him the same. Only I can keep this delicate balance between our worlds, but each time it becomes more difficult for me. Comfort me

Loy rises and stretches to my lips, his mouth covers mine. Palm, he wraps my face, fingers pressed on my chin, his tongue slides into my open mouth. This is not a kiss, he just holds in me, occasionally give the opportunity to sigh. Then what happens always happens, if he does not immediately break away from me. His thighs begin to move, gliding along mine, the crooked member, sluggishly lying on my thigh, becomes ever more palpable, in moments it is already a solid barrier between our bodies.

- Be patient, Vera, ...