her back, open buttocks do not count. Then she grew a fur on it, began to hide behind it, with its fluffy beautiful black tail with a white tassel, holding it in front, supporting her left hand just below the waist. He became a good cover for chinks. Her breasts remained open, she did not grow hair on them, which is why she constantly felt the hot glances of those passing along on her nipples.

Everyone wanted to press it against the wall here and now, dump it on the floor or otherwise take possession of it and didn’t hide it at all, but they didn’t dare, didn’t even dare to touch it or go near it, so as to accidentally touch it. The supreme demon, the Commander-in-Chief and a hundred more names, she belonged only to him, and everyone here respected him and was very afraid, and it was for that, he killed easily, not forcedly for any offense. He explained to her that the demons do not die, but the bodies remain here, but they are revived again, but with a decrease in status. Her presence, nudity and constantly reeking scent distracted many and the demons often made mistakes, especially when she started to ooze moisture, which was quite often, her body needed attention. No, they did not retire, no matter where they were, even if it was high advice, he took her, right there without embarrassment, at all. In passages, corridors, halls, where there were no comfortable places, she rested her hands on the wall or completely sagged, resting them on the floor, and pulled up her lovely long fluffy tail. If there was a table, he swept everything off of it on the floor, laid it on the table, spread its legs wide and used its leaking slit. It did not matter to him that at this very table, even if only a meter away from her, other demons were seated and had an important discussion. She never missed an opportunity to listen to them, about her unclear, never asked, her mouth opened only for groans, which she was not always able to contain. The demons became silent, watching how they fucked her up, while her nipples, protruding sex petals, lips and even mouth lips darkened, becoming almost black, which was not characteristic of any demoness, hair also changed color, she often scratched the table in pleasure. Durable material, stronger than diamond, yielded to its claws. The damaged tables did not change and soon, by the number of furrows and their depth, it was possible to find out how many times they were taken on them. Then he returned to the discussion and the adoption of important decisions, as if nothing had happened, while she remained lying on the table and most often on her back, shuddering and arching with her whole body, without straining her legs.

Not hiding the breasts, nipples, and the newly credited crack. They burned their eyes, but she did not care, she finished, doing it with them. Inadvertently becoming an object of envy, everyone wanted to at least touch her, her hair, feel her hot, steaming, or even burning juice on her fingers. Who was closer, they tried to look into the crack itself, it usually closed quickly, no matter how wide the legs were. Now that she has become a demoness, their gaze did not penetrate deeper than their skin and scales, all they could do was breathe in the smell and envy in silence. The supreme demon liked to take the fingers of the deceased and savor. Sometimes, when making particularly important decisions so that the demons would not be distracted by lustful thoughts, he would order them to leave, forcing them to wait outside the door for a long time, and when they returned, they saw that the Commander-in-Chief did not bother to remove her and even put her legs together. Then, few could see the open bosom of this new demoness, the slowly closing sexual entrance, the narrow, but no less attractive ajar rear entrance, how elegant folds shrink in these openings, shining with the whiteness of the newly poured seed. Not rarely it was on the lips of her mouth.

Gradually, he taught her accepted behavior and respect, but she still remained a draconess, and therefore she loved to break all the rules, had already begun to understand something, even inserted her comments on the council.For such a punishment followed, the most severe for her could be deprivation of sex, he did not use it. The second less cruel is death, too. The easiest thing was the beating with a whip, so that the muscles were peeling off the bones, he neglected because she carried an egg that developed. Fortunately for her and him, she still perceived urinary incontinence as humiliation. It was with this that he punished her, using the crack so well that she pissed. Usually one time was enough for two days of correct behavior, and if you met a demon at the meetings that had already seen her humiliation, then longer. For a more blatant violation of the rules, he ordered me to piss, she had not been embarrassed for a long time, but considered it to be especially humiliating in the presence of others, especially when she wasn’t polished. For the first week, she already knew how to behave, she bowed to whom it was supposed to, how the lower demoness should act, although the demons more wanted to see not a low bow, but her arched back and raised tail. She served her master by serving food and other things, demonstrating complete submission, but in the cabin, or you can say a separate palace of the Commander in Chief, alone and in the presence of internal servants, behaved capriciously, for which she did not receive punishment. Noticing that her position is low, other demons began to order her, then she looked at the owner and if he nodded, she performed. Some people thought of ordering her to stand in a pose or suck them, the four commanders who were killed on the spot personally were enough for the Commander-in-Chief to not receive such orders. Also, all who dared to touch her died, at least just the hands, which allowed more to die slowly. Looking at this, Tiirith understood that she was in danger if she decided to make her horns even longer. And yet there were days when he could not be there and take her with him, so he returned Siad's life. So that they engage in same-sex love, this Commander-in-Chief did not consider him a betrayal, rarely rewarded Siad, causing jealousy of Tiirit.

The demon at first tenderly treated its fluffy tail, with which it covered itself, caressed him, then adapted it. At first she was very indignant, but then, already feeling her every hair, she moaned indecently loudly, did not scrape her claws, but stuck deeply. Her bushy tail cleared all its holes remarkably. After that, she put him in order for a long time, if time permitted. Despite this use, she did not reduce the length and number of tail hairs, and on that basis, he decided that she liked her use of this kind.

Wimri saw more water on the flat surface than she wanted, but it only added questions. A couple of seconds passed for everyone, the guards still stood quietly forty meters away. What she saw influenced her, was surprised to find that she was excited and wet. Just a little, not enough moisture leaked out, but enough to show the smell. This happened to her for the first time, in her still black eyes there was confusion. Hoping to avoid publicity, I decided to burn the smell. Alas, Vimri did not think that the composition of her fiery mixture had also changed. If the smell spread only with the wind, then none of the guards could not fail to notice its fiery jet. Vimri was surprised no less than them, since her tongues of flame were iridescent with seven colors. Recovering her mouth shut, she sighed and was even more embarrassed when she felt that the flame had not burned, but on the contrary increased its smell many times. She lay down, pressed her tail and closed her eyes, trying not to breathe and not see the reaction of the elves, who felt the bewitching scent should be like flowers. When they were replaced, fortunately for them in just a quarter of an hour, they almost ran away. Vimri was confident that on this night and in the next few days their girls would be very pleased and completely satisfied.