“This is Svyatogor and Volga watch the frontier rounds,” explained Lyudmila.

- But I do not see anyone?

- They are far away, you will not see, prince - she smiled.

- You can hear it, it means somewhere within sight

- Well this is Svjatogor, prince! He is not only heard in the Thirtieth, in all the surrounding kingdoms and, at the enemies. That is why it is calm on our borders: no enemy, who opposes Svyatyor, will not be able to resist.

We went inside the palace, and the tramp of heroic horses, like distant thunder peals, everything could be heard, calming down.

She led me to the door of the living room, threw them open, and spread her hand, invited me - Come in, Prince.

In the living room, at the laid table, there were two men and three women.

I recognized the amusement immediately and smiled at her.

One of the men went to me, stretching out both hands for greetings (I was surprised by his outfit, but about this, a little later) - Hello, dear prince.

He shook my hands, and I looked in mute amazement: Carla was undoubtedly in front of me, but apparently for three hundred years, not only grew a beard - divided by parting, she went back behind her shoulders and there was braided in a thick braid, descended almost to the heel - but Carl himself.

He was almost the same height with me, well, maybe a couple of centimeters and below, but not from a pot two heads, if only my eyes were not deceiving me.

My confusion did not escape Karla - Eeee, prince, but in fairy tales they will write it, just hang your ears. As they say in our people? Tale - a lie!

- Well, let's go, let's go, dear prince, I will introduce you to my household - and, grabbing my arm, led me to the others.

- My friend, the maiden Shemakhanskaya, named Zyulfira at birth

Chernobrov, chubby, sexy girl - looked straight, not looking away ..

She didn't hide her face

And the veil is not covered

And immediately dripping from the end

When she pussy kazala

Charming was

Child of the East Zylphir

Vrazlet blackening eyebrows

And the flesh is crucified for love

Heaved chest, gliding look

And sighs are languid, lips are juicy

Gave virgin to everyone

Was depraved and vicious

“You are already acquainted with Fun, and this beauty is the princess Nesmeyana.”

Nesmeyana really was the extraordinary beauty of a woman - blond hair, blue-eyed, slim, with high full breasts, narrow shoulders and waist, wide hips, a blush on her cheeks, juicy, like ripe strawberries lips

She honored me with the indifferent look of her bottomless blue eyes, smiled, only out of politeness and yawned.

- And this stately hero, as you already guessed - he winked at me - Ruslan

Ruslan, though gray-haired, was handsome and strong and handsome as a man.

We shook hands with him.

- Well, with Lyudmila, Ruslan's girlfriend, you already very closely met - he poked me gently by his side - and this acquaintance left a mark on her face and not only ..

- We have one more princess, but I will introduce you to her a little later, Roman light G., and now I ask to the table. My table is Swedish, everyone takes for himself what he likes and how much he can eat, please!

He poured honey on charms and raised his own - For the acquaintance, for health, for the success of your Mission!

I flinched - “Absolutely because I flew out of my head”.

We drained the glasses, Karl immediately filled them again and, without giving a bite to eat, continued - And now we will drink to our guest, to the overseas prince, to Roman Light of Grigorievich.

We drained the second and started the meal.

Honey was strong, and I felt it right away - the people around me seemed long familiar, kind, nice.

I turned to Carla - Where did you get such clothes?

To make it clear why she struck me: Carla wore trousers and a shirt, cut, in my modern time, and women, besides Lyudmila, had dresses like modern women!

“Ahhh,” Karl smiled, pleased that he had managed to surprise the overseas prince — I have a tailor, a wonderful man, but rich in fabrication and women — he raised his finger up — women (!) Like his clothes. As they tried on his outfits for the first time, they forgot about the trousers.

- What is the name-magnify your tailor?

- Yes, a simple, Russian name - Zaisseslav, that's just an eccentric-man - Karla began to smile - don't call me, he says, I'm a tailor, I ... - he looked up, remembering the word - aaa, me, he says that to himself, I - Couture!

- Couturier - I corrected with a smile.

- ABOUT! For sure! Couturier. What does this word mean? Do you know, prince?

- Yes, it is translated from foreign - tailor.

- Well, is not he a freak? Yes, here you have remembered the foreign, the prince, and you noticed, I noticed that a lot of this alien and to us, in our, as it were, the Russian fairy-tale world had penetrated, so to speak. Notice al not?

I grinned, feeling a trick, and remembering a conversation with Natasha.

- Yeah, somehow I did not notice anything like that, Karl Petrovich.

- Well, of course, how - he got upset - let's take, for example, Alyosha Popovich - the epic Russian bogatyr, it seems (?), And where does this last name come from?

And he answered himself - Pop! From the priest his name.

- Or, let's take another epic hero, Ilya of Murom! And the name is how it is pronounced - Elijah - is it really a Russian name?

- And, Mikula Selyaninovich? - I asked

- Both Mikula, and Svyatogor, and Volga - are originally Russian epic heroes!

- But your name, the prince - Roman - is it of Russian origin, or not? It seems to me that no. What is the name of your grandfathers?

- Shvetsov

- And the second?

- I have one grandfather

My answer didn’t surprise as much as discouraged Carl.

He raised his eyes on me - Yes, you really are blue-blooded ..

- Carlosha - Shemakhanskaya turned to him - enough to pester the prince with philosophy, maybe it's time to introduce him to our unfortunate princess?

- And that's right, completely out of my head! Come on, the prince, and he, picking up my arm, led me to a separate, low table on which a frog was sitting!

But the frog - I looked closely - was not simple, not to mention the size, a little more than a toad, it had a golden growth in the shape of a crown on its head!

- Princess Frog?!

- Yes! - confirmed Carl.

- What is it big and ... what's this? - I saw a golden tattoo on her back and, bending down, read - Made in China? Only then did I notice that the skin of the frog was izhelta!

I straightened up and looked around.

Karl replied - Yes, there is such a story; Ivan Tsarevich made himself a bow, which shoots so far that ... well, he bummed in general, as it should be, and went to look for his arrow. I was looking for a year! And found!

He paused and continued - And now the poor, the frog and the princess seem to be breaking, and the spell does not fall from her. Well, does not fall down. So that only we did not try: they poured it into the boiling milk, and threw it with dead water, and Emelya was invited — nivkaky! Oh and my healers tried all sorts of herbs on it - nothing! Only grew up a little more, and how was the frog, and has remained!

- So can she be a real frog? - they stared at me - in a sense, she is not a princess.

- But how is this the prince, and the crown, and the tattoo?

And then flashed in my subconscious, like a flint, who struck.

Either the honey was strong, or the urine hit me in the head — I pulled up my head and, holding her chin, lowered my pants.

Well, whom I was ashamed of: Fun? Lyudmila? Ruslana or Carla? And in front of women, I was never shy.

I knelt down and prodded a frog with a dumbhead — she opened her mouth and sucked it, so sweetly, and she also covered her eyes from pleasure. And when she began to swallow the head, the member became excited and stood up, raising the frog, but she did not come off and continued to suck, dangling in the air with her paws.

And it dawned on me! I grabbed the frog's body, pulled it away from the member, grabbed it for ...