- Where did you get that? - the giant quickly hid the blade in the folds of clothing.

- Hurry up, - Mi opened the door and looked out.

Kull threw the bag behind his back. Having embraced the slave, he roughly kissed her on the cheek.

“I'll get you out of here,” he grunted, and disappeared into the dark.

NIGHT OF LOVE

Livia touched her collar. He was so light that the girl could barely feel it on her neck. Quickly rinsed and wiped dry with a fresh towel, she slipped into bed. Since they settled in this house, Horn has demanded that she warm his bed for him, for which the slave was very pleased. When her master came into the room, he did not chase her away, but did not touch her, letting her sleep in the heat all night.

The young man put out the light, but did not hurry to go to bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, looking into the opposite wall.

- Something happened, mister? - Libya asked anxiously.

“No,” Gorn replied shortly, “Just thought.”

Nodding her head, the slave crawled away to the wall and fell silent. The young man lay down next to him, his hand behind his head.

“Come to me,” he called softly.

Slave turned over on his stomach and crawled to the lord. The horn caught the beauty by the shoulders and laid it on himself. He felt with pleasure how the hemispheres of her breasts tightened, as her nipples, which began to harden, drill her ribs.

Her arms wrapped around his strong neck. Their lips found each other. His palm lay on the velvety roundness of the buttock and squeezed it slightly. The girl, feeling a slight tension, softly groaned from the pleasure rolled on her. The blood rushed to her face, her breathing became intermittent.

In obedience to her desires, the origin of which she could hardly explain, Livia pushed backwards, catching her partner's fingers with a strained anus. Moaning from the desire inflaming her, the slave arched, pressing her nipples to the boy's chest. Her thick hair covered Horn's face, with undisguised pleasure inhaling their scent.

Having guessed the girl's intentions, he put forward his index finger, groped the already-panty lips, which were abundantly moistened with her juices. Carefully lubricating it, he gently pressed on the soft muscle of the anus and began to gently but aggressively enter it into the hole. The girl moaned louder and leaned forward, sitting down on a finger.

And at this time the member of the guy entered the game, already strong enough and persistently looking for the coveted cave. Poking like a blind kitten, he rested on his hips, but a slave with a confident hand sent him into her slit shed with love juices. The horn squeezed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the young body, and began to slowly move the lower abdomen, penetrating deeper into the bosom of the partner. He moved cautiously, as if he were afraid to hurt the girl, but gradually his movements became faster and his penetrations deeper. At the same time, he was massaging the back hole of a slave, to his surprise, finding that it was designed not only for his fingers.

Livia flared up like a fire, in which another portion of dry brushwood was planted. She then bent, shuddering with her whole body during the next immersion of the rod, then she went limp, opening her mouth and exposing an even row of snow-white sharp teeth. Her wet lips became scarlet, her cheeks were covered with a light blush. Catching the master's rhythm, she began to diligently help him, moving toward his instrument. Her groans grew louder, kisses became passionate and long ...

The endings they reached at the same time. A large tremor shook the girl's body, a hot wave with her head covered her, and the slave, throwing her head back, gave a shrill, but full of joy and happiness, cry when a tight stream of seed pierced her. Horn, too, could not hold back a moan. His muscles tightened, and in the next instant, the slave's body, which was wet with sweat, relaxed on his broad chest.

- Oh, my lord! - whispered Livia, hugging the young man by the neck, - Your slave is happy, my lord! It's worth living for it!

The young man smiled and pressed his lips to the girl's groin-smelling hair, which covered him like a soft silk veil. Gently hugging the slave by the shoulders, he began to kiss her face, drenched in tears, to stroke her relaxed back, shoulders, neck. And Livia whispered something, barely noticeably moving her swollen lips, and also kissed him, catching every breath, every movement.

“I have always said,” finally said Horn, “That any slave has an innate ability to give pleasure to his master.” You are also no exception.

“Oh, master,” Livia pressed her cheek to his shoulder, “I just followed my instincts and am very glad that they led me on the right path.”

- That is, do you think that any woman is capable of that? - cleverly narrowing his eyes, asked the young man.

“I'm afraid to upset you, my lord,” the slave answered, “But not everyone is capable of that.”

“Explain,” insisted the young man.

“I don’t want to tire my master with my silly thoughts, but I think that only that slave can caress the master so skillfully that she loves him, trembles from feelings, and not from the threat of punishment. Only in this case can harmony be achieved.

“I see,” Gorn embraced the girl and held her close, “Let's sleep, philosopher.”

When they woke up, the sun was shining brightly outside the window. The storm subsided, and only huge puddles in the yard reminded of her. Livia slept peacefully, childishly putting a cam under her cheek. Her thick brown hair scattered across the pillow, and the Horn was unwittingly admired by them. He already wanted to reach out to stroke the gentle silk, but at the last moment he changed his mind, having decided that with this he would wake the slave.

“Let him sleep again,” he thought, carefully getting out of bed.

After a quick breakfast, the young man threw a long cloak over his shoulders, pulled his hat over his eyebrows and quietly left the house.

FRIEND OR ENEMY

The narrow dirty streets of the city outskirts with dilapidated shacks, in which not even the poor have been around for a long time, represented a maze in which an inexperienced traveler could easily get lost and become easy prey for burglars who often hunted in these slums.

But Horn confidently walked between the houses, clutching the dagger's hilt under his cloak. Before going out, he tied a black wide ribbon over his forehead with a skull embroidered on it - an attribute that made the bandits of all stripes understand that any attempt to attack this person would end very badly for them. In addition, tall and broad shoulders clearly indicate that this guy is strong and will be able to give a fitting rebuff.

The young man did not accidentally wandered into this place forgotten by the Gods. Two days earlier, leaving Libya at home, he again visited Primus and asked him in detail about one man named Gant. The blacksmith shuddered at the mention of this name and winced, as if he had been forced to swallow a dead rat.

“I don’t imagine, sir,” Primus said in bewilderment. “Why did you need this manger!” He is a thief and a murderer. I do not understand what you may have a common interest.

“And don’t,” answered Horn cheerfully. “Just tell me where you can find it.”

“Well,” the blacksmith scratched his head, “Sometimes he appears on the market square.”

- No, it does not fit, - snapped the young man, - A lot of people. I will attract extra attention.

“Then look for him in the slums,” the master smiled. “He does not live there, of course, but he appears much more often than on the market.”

“Something like a thieves' meeting,” Horn guessed. “Then I need to go there.”

“I do not advise, sir,” Primus shook his head.

- Do not worry - the young man slapped the blacksmith on the shoulder and quickly left.

From the hole in the fence a huge head suddenly appeared and immediately disappeared into the dark. But Horn managed to see the face of a man.

- This is where? - he growled, rushing to the hole, - What did he need here?

Having got into the courtyard, Horn quickly looked around. The old, almost rotten from the damp barn with a collapsed roof was the only building that hid behind the same dilapidated fence.The young man is careful not ... Read more →