“Don't be afraid, girl,” the giant wheezed in a choked voice, “stroke him, caress him.” And you will see that he is not at all scary.

Holding her breath and closing her eyes, Mi gently stretched out her hand and grasped the already tensed stake with trembling fingers. The excited organ was hot and surprisingly gentle. Sensing a touch, he huddled in the girl’s small hand, as if alive. Slave quietly began to stroke him from the big head to the base, running her fingers along the entire length. She enjoyed its smoothness and warmth, wondering how such a rough, cruel man could have such a tender tool.

She suddenly wanted to drop her lips to this trunk, lick it, not leaving a single inch without attention. Yielding to her wishes, she bent over in half and, lying down on her head on Kulla's elastic belly, gently sent the dick to her little mouth. The head touched her plump lips, and Mi felt the sugary scent of an excited male body. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took the trembling organ into it, wrapped it around with her soft hot tongue and began to suck like a big nipple, pulling the cock deeper and deeper.

Kull was at first lying motionless, enjoying the caresses of the little black woman, but gradually he began to disassemble the desire. Unconsciously, he began to move, trying to get into tact with the slave, moaning with pleasure. He did not want to hurry, as he did more than once with other girls. The giant bathed in pleasure, so unexpectedly fell on him, and dreamed that it lasted as long as possible.

Mi sold out in earnest. She suddenly felt how her body was doused by a hot wave, and the bottom of her stomach became wet and began to whine softly. These were new sensations for her. At first the black woman was frightened, but gradually the sweet languor completely took possession of her. The girl did not even notice how Kull laid her on his back and hung a giant over his body. Running his hand over the crotch and making sure that it became slippery, he carefully inserted the tip of his huge organ into the opened crack. Sexual lips obediently opened, as if inviting to enter. Then the slave pressed a little harder, and the member obediently plunged into the heated cave and began to move there first slowly, then faster and faster.

Mi lay on the bed, arms outstretched and eyes closed. But soon she began to move, catching every movement of her partner. Kull accelerated the pace, but the slave did not lag behind. She surprisingly accurately repeated his rhythm, moaning and sighing with each immersion, giving herself without a trace.

Kull, transfixed for a few moments, exhaled loudly and released a tight stream of hot sperm into the womb, which flooded the crotch and even splashed out onto the girl’s flat tummy.

- Aaaa! - she moaned so loudly that the man had to hastily hold her mouth so that her clerks would not run to the cry.

“Hush, baby,” Kull whispered, leaning over to his ear.

“I was in heaven,” choking with tears of happiness, muttered Mi.

“Me too,” the slave smiled.

Then they lay for a long time, embracing and kissing passionately, and could not get enough of the arcs of a friend. When the first rays penetrated into the wilderness, Kull rose from the lounger. The slave woman lay in front of him with her eyes wide open and full of happiness. She held out her arms to the man, and he lifted her like a feather and pressed her to his chest.

“You have to go, girl,” the slave said sadly, “No matter how many flew over for a long absence.”

- Yes, sir, - smiled Mi, - But I do not want to.

“We'll think of something,” the giant gently kissed the black woman on the forehead, “And don't be afraid of anything.” If someone offends you, tell me.

According to a nod, the girl slipped silently out the door.A new day began, but Kull understood that his life would no longer be the same as before. Sitting on the couch, for a long time he looked at the slightly open shutter, in which until now he could see a small figure of Mi in a torn dress and a checkered scarf, from under which black curls stubbornly beat out.

FAIR

The horn stopped abruptly, and stood still in the stirrups. Like a hardened beast, he sniffed the air, listened to the cacophony of forest rustles, only catching what could orient him in unfamiliar terrain.

Livia watched her new master with interest and admiration. She admired him and was surprised at his actions. After the Horn had finished with Kull and his companions, they again plunged into the forest thicket, but by the evening of the next day they reached a large village, where they spent the night, climbing into the huge barn where hay was stored. The girl with pleasure burrowed into a fragrant featherbed of freshly cut grass and instantly fell into a peaceful, undisturbed sleep, even having forgotten about the dinner.

In the morning, the owner himself prepared a simple breakfast consisting of a bowl of still warm fresh milk, crust of peasant bread and a small head of sheep cheese.

“Today will be a fair,” said Horn, while chewing on his head, “We need to choose your clothes more decently and shoes.” And it would be nice to find a blacksmith.

- Did something happen to your horse? The slave asked.

“The horse is fine,” the young man chuckled. “You need a blacksmith.”

- Do you want to shoe me or chain me up? - Livia involuntarily shrank.

“I want to change your collar,” Horn explained. “I'm tired of looking at this rusty piece of iron.”

- Oh! - the girl let out a sigh of relief and calmed down.

Then they wandered for a long time among the many little shops, looking at the goods. The dealers looked at the strange couple with amazement, but, obeying the habit, they offered to buy ointments and drugs, bread and fish, and jewelry.

“Here,” Gorn pointed to a bench filled with the most varied clothing.

- Come on, do not hesitate! - a thin merchant blurred in a sugary smile, - What is it that pleases the young Lord and his beautiful wife? I have a product for every taste!

“Pick up suitable clothes for riding,” the young man pushed Livia toward the counter, “and don't forget your shoes.”

The shopkeeper blushed all over with anticipation of the profit. Catching up the girl under his elbow, he led her to the nook and began to show various kaftans, skirts, hats and other trifles. Livia, quickly choosing everything she needed, was about to leave, but the trader blocked her path.

- You do not even want to try on? He asked in surprise.

Livia dropped her cloak. The merchant rolled his eyes and opened his mouth in amazement. Pointing his finger nervously, he moved his lips silently. Finally, coping with his nerves, he breathed a stifled voice:

- Slave? Well, put everything back, rubbish!

- What is the matter, my dear? Came the horn's calm voice.

- Dirty slave! - shrieked shopkeeper, - I do not trade rags for chain girls!

“This is my slave,” the young man blocked the girl’s shoulder, “And she’s not dirty, and she’s not a chain.” And you for the insults inflicted on me answer, knave!

- But, Mister! - the merchant did not let up, - This is an insignificant dirty girl with a rusty collar. I...

- Did you misunderstand me? - The horn slowly began to take the dagger from its sheath.

- No no! - the merchant bounced off to the side, - I ... will sell ...

“It's late,” the young man said in a firm voice. “I will go to another shop.”

“Sir,” Livia quietly touched Horn's shoulder, “Forgive this respected person.” He made a mistake. It happens to everyone.

“Well, if you ask,” the young man winked imperceptibly at the girl, “I would probably agree to buy something from him, but at half the price.” For the mistakes you have to pay.

Soon, Libya was dressed in a snow-white silk shirt with wide sleeves and a lace collar, narrow pants, decorated with gold embroidery, and high suede boots. Her thin waist repeatedly wrapped around a wide silk scarf. On the girl’s head was a wide-brimmed hat with a plume, famously twisted on its side.

- Where can I find a blacksmith? The horn man asked, counting silver coins to him.

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