- Amazing! - said the girl reverently, as if not noticing the stupid, stunned look of a draenei, - So Sweet! And nice. A bit like cider. Oh, and it gives to my head ... - Priya staggered, ran her hand over her forehead, - it is a little intoxicating.

In the meantime, the urine flow turned into a thin ringing stream, and then completely disappeared. But the draeneic was in no hurry to pull the panties. Priya, as a woman, understood why she was slowing her friend, and handed her her handkerchief. Izel`Muni, still glaring angrily at the flask, with her usual movement (front to back) tucked the crotch, then the smudges on the pope and hips, and brushed the drops off her hooves. Not knowing where to put the soaked handkerchief, she looked inquiringly at Priya. She took a handkerchief and dry part wiped the flask and hands. And the draeneica, shining with happiness, pulled on her clean pussy panties and straightened her dress. Coming out of the toilet, the girls decided to get some rest, sitting down at a free table and ordering wine.

Izel`Muni has been forced to deny herself fluids for the last few hours, and the exhausting search for the toilet only increased her thirst, so now she was greedily emptying cup by cup. Priya did not even touch her cup, which was filled to the brim, but took out her flask and began to sip warm, just from the girl's insides, niala in small sips. The draeneic, upon seeing this, flushed and grimaced:

“Oh, Naaru, I'm burning up with shame now,” she murmured, and sipped some more wine.

Here Priya remembered something:

- And you somehow said that you tried nialla.

- Shh! - the girlfriend has reserved on it. Looking around quickly, she quickly whispered - Yes, I tried, but please don't tell anyone! We have it is considered the greatest lewdness!

“But she is unusually tasty,” said the girl, “did you feel this sweet taste?”

“She was ... pleasant,” the draeneika reluctantly agreed, “But this is a matter of propriety.” Drinking niala is disgusting. We, the draenei, servants of the Light, followers of the noble path of the Naaru, and we must do our dirty deeds carefully and secretly ...

“Then how did it happen that you saw her?” - the girl smiled slyly, interrupting the stilted speech of the draenei.

The draeneic turned pink.

- Well ... in very rare cases, the draenei drink niala, because of the forced necessity. But then they will not admit it for anything, because they are ashamed. It was the same with me - I got very sick. Usually when we get sick, we go to the shaman. Since ancient times, they - the spiritual mentors of our people, the wise and sympathetic. They have preserved and practiced such ancient rituals that existed even when we were in Argus. Even those that are now considered indecent. And I got very sick, my body was burning, I could barely walk. And the shaman who sheltered me suggested ... - the draeneic faltered, - healing with medical niala.

And paused, dropping her eyes. Looks like she was shy to tell further, and a friend hurried her:

- And how did the ceremony go?

Izel`Muni drank some more wine (apparently, for courage) and continued:

- Shamanka prepared a strong herbal infusion, but said that my body would reject it, that some herbs for recovery are not enough, and I need to take the energy of a living body. I did not understand anything at the time, I lay in a fever, and agreed, ”said the draeneic, as if making excuses.

Priya nodded approvingly, and the draeneic, gritted with wine, was lost in memories.

Here it is again, as it was then, lying in the shaman’s wigwam on a poor straw bedding, exhausted from fever. Shamanka had already drunk several cups of herbal infusion and waited for him to pass through her body.For about an hour, she carefully looked after the exhausted girl, rubbed some oils on her body and whispered spells. And then she said simply - “it's time”. Over her head there was a heavy knock of hoofs, and Izel'Muni’s head is between the shaman’s legs, she can even vaguely see the crotch towering over her. The shamanka is completely naked, except for bone ornaments jingling on her neck, arms and belt. She squats down and asks the girl to close her eyes and relax. What she happily does, embarrassed by the closeness of the female sex organ to her face. The gentle fingers of a shaman woman clasp and carefully lift the girl's head, and her hips are pressed tightly against her ears.

(At this moment, Isel`Muni often-often breathed, it seemed, the memories flooded over her so much that she did not have time to pick up words, hurrying to share them with Priya, who blushed from such details as good as her friend, but eagerly caught every word.)

The nose of the draenei tickled stiff short hairs, she through closed eyes, with one skin feels how something inexpressibly tender touches her face, consisting as if of petals. The body of the shaman is slightly pulsating somewhere in the depths, transmitting the pulsation to the girl, she shudders to the beat of her heart. (Or maybe it pulsed her overflowing nialny bubble, ”said the draeneic, thoughtfully,“ I cannot say for sure.). The heat of a soft pussy scorches her sensitive skin, and her nostrils fill with a slight stagnant smell of niala. (She did write from there, ”she blushed deeply,” Izel'Muni explained, “but the shamans didn’t wipe like noble girls. She didn’t wear underwear, so she couldn’t worry, like us, about cleanliness of linen .)

She asks the girl to open her mouth. Doing this, Izel'Muni slid her lips over her tender sex lips and clitoris, which made the shaman woman tremble. And then hot niala poured into the girl's throat ... The girl’s dry and cracked lips quickly moisturized; the stream is so strong that the girl is afraid to choke and, clinging to the shaman's genital slit, like a baby to her mother's breast, begins to frantically swallow, but the shaman, apparently, coping with her desire to quickly ease, weakens the stream. (And I am so grateful to her, because she endured for my sake, she suffered to give me this healing drink ... - Izel mumbled, downcast)

But she still can not hold back, because she is bursting with overflowing nialy ... After a couple of seconds, peeking with a thin, even trickle, the shaman does not hold back again, publishes a quiet squeezed moan, and the draenei immediately stuns with a hiss. This time the jet is powerful, unrestrained, niala is sprayed on the girl’s face; the part that gets into her mouth has a sweetish, spicy-herbal flavor. (At this point, Izel poured wine into the goblet and drank it in one gulp, as if this taste still filled her mouth, and she wanted to smash it.) There are so many nialas, and she pours out with such force that she does not have time to swallow her, she streams flows down the cheeks, eyes slightly nibbling from scattered drops, many of which fall into the nose, causing the girl to start choking, strongly coughing and spitting out therapeutic tincture.

“I can’t imagine what kind of torment she should have done,” Izel'Muni said, “but she stopped this stream that rushed out of her, stroked my forehead and said (her voice was trembling a little):

- Sorry, my dear, I am guilty for not being able to hold back. I wanted so much to pour out the niala, that I forgot myself and succumbed to the intoxicating feeling of relief. I wrote as a woman exhausted by a long wait, and did not heal like a shaman. May Naaru forgive my weakness! Open your mouth, my girl.

“It seems to me that she coped with herself, because she had already discharged most of the liquid, and it was much easier for her to carry this burden,” said the draeneic thoughtfully, before plunging into the memories again.

Niala began to flow again, and this time in a steady stream.From time to time she tries to break off on the former strong stream, begins to expand and splash, and at these moments Izul`Muni’s lips feel the shaman’s pussy tighten, trying to hold back, and now the jet stops, but after a second it starts again ... Read more →