that he will not do anything dangerous while she is with us. What other incest? What reaction did you expect from him? We barely escaped. Did you have a roof?

“C'mon, you saw his bearded face when I suggested it.” For such moments and worth living. As our beloved Master says: "Do not abstain from sin, for you will still go to hell."

- Nobody forced you to apply this principle precisely in this situation.

- This girl is to blame, carrying some masochistic nonsense. Here dad with coils and flew off. He shrieked, you are a master. I have never seen such an effective brainwashing. - admired Himn - What kind of spell?

- Thank you for the compliment. It's nice when you are appreciated. No spells. I invoked the essence of lust and instilled in her mind.

- What is this?

- The essence of lust is a kind of intangible demons of lust. In essence, this is a ghost daemon capable of entering people.

- So she is now obsessed?

- Yes.

Mouril intervened in the conversation:

- Wait. In order to make someone obsessed, you need a long time to clear the victim's mind from their own desires and aspirations, using very painful forms of mind magic, otherwise the called demon will die after being introduced. How did you do it in the field?

“I didn’t do that, so the demon’s mind collapsed and connected to the girl’s mind, which was also badly damaged. As a result, we have an object that is not capable of any independent actions.

“Can you do this to anyone?”

- This operation can be made only from the moment of the highest bliss during the act of masturbation. Only at this time a demon of lust can capture a man. Of course, live players are fully protected from all forms of permanent mind control.

“Did you catch her while she was spinning?” - asked Himn.

- Exactly. Please do not use this vulgar word in the future.

“You're as cultured as a real professor.”

- In the real world, I have the honor to be.

- What will happen to her next? - asked Muril.

- She will gradually go crazy. Over time, this will become dangerous to others. Therefore, I propose to use it right now and throw it out of the boat.

- Well, I do not! - objected Himn - This is my toy. I'll keep her chained in my room and fuck whenever I want. A woman does not need brains.

- Okay. - agreed Moorel - Now you are responsible for her.

- It goes. And now, help her, gentlemen.

He walked over to the stationary girl and lifted her skirt, feeling the crotch with his right hand.

- Hair ... Redheads. - He concluded, feeling his hand intimate places and pulling the clothes to look. The girl's groin was covered with hair of the same bright color as the hair on her head.On the dark skin it looked very unusual. She did not respond to the actions of the man, continuing to stand just as straight and look into the distance.

- I ejaculate in her mouth. - said Zhrigal - I do not like hairy genitals.

- And I have nothing against it. Move over, brother, I'm still your boss. The main male has the most rights to the females. - Mouril rudely pushed away Himna and joined Amina from behind. She leaned forward and parted her buttocks, preparing to take in the penis of her new owner. He exposed the head of his penis and pushed her into the female bosom, already wet from anticipation. Grabbing her around the waist, the man over and over again forcefully put her on his penis, without worrying about the fact that she was rude to this rude. He shrieked carefully, so as not to turn the boat around, approached her from the front, holding his dignity in his right hand. The girl understood what was required of her and stretched her lips to the fat man's male organ, magically elongated so as to stick out fat from under the folds. Himna could only watch as the chiefs have his new slave.

The impact of the demon of lust did not pass without a trace for the girl. All psychological barriers collapsed, she enjoyed every movement of the male member inside her. Now she had nothing to arouse to the limit, her man did not need to do anything for this. Women's juices flowed down abundantly down her legs. She enjoyed her humiliation. The stench of unwashed male bodies filled her nostrils. There was not enough room in the mouth for the Shrival, he penetrated deeper and deeper into her throat with every movement, causing nausea, but she did not try to stop it because she was not allowed to do that. How nice it is to be a sex slave for smelly, sweaty, sadistic-prone people you see for the second time in your life!

Muril finished first, copiously smearing the entire crotch of Amina with his sperm. Perching, he went into another hole with a sharp movement, painfully pushing the insides of a slave who was unaccustomed to such exercises. She almost bit the organ of the Jrigal, holding back a groan of pain, but, fortunately, managed to hold back. Mouril shoved his rather big member at full length, immediately throwing the girl into the maelstrom of uncharted anal sensations. Amine was hurt, but this pain came on the orders of the owners, so she was happy.

The rye lasted only once. He threw his sperm directly into the mouth of his victim, telling him to swallow everything up to the drop. The order was immediately executed exactly. Murila had the second time. Before re-wetting her insides, he managed to properly develop her anus, preparing the girl's body for a slave future. The anus was sick, inside everything was burning with fire.

Came the turn of Khimna. He knocked her to the bottom and hung over the top, trying on his penis to the vagina, already smeared with the sperm of his brother. After all that happened, his rough movements were not so unpleasant to a girl who had learned so much vileness on this day that many people have not seen in her whole life. The female body willingly accepted one more male, submitting to its nature and the will of the demon dissolved in the mind of its mistress. Finally, her insides were once again filled with male seed, after which the males sharply lost interest in her.

The sun had already begun to set off when the delighted travelers saw the solid earth in the distance. On the shore were scattered the same shacks, as in the village, which they so noisy left. A minute later it became obvious that this is the same village. Obedient to the will of the shaman of the tribe, the boat changed its course and returned to where it started from. On the coast gathered warriors in full force. In the center was already familiar old man.

- Amina, lie down on the bottom of the boat and do not move until we follow you. - Muril ordered.

“I will come every day to the place where your mutilated remains are buried, and wait for an order from you.” - obediently answered the girl.

The players said nothing. I heard a cry from the shore:

- Do not shoot, take only alive. You will pay taxes in my blood now!

***

He climbed out of the water and leaned against the wall of the cave, resting after a long voyage. He was ugly, even by the standards of demons. The water in which he spent a lot of time, has long eaten his skin. Worms swarming in the naked guts. He did not know whether these slimy creatures were part of his body, or whether they were just parasites. They expelled yellow pus that flowed down abundantly, flooding everything around. If he could smell his smell, he would die. All these glaring health problems did not bother him, since the regeneration of the demonic body was so great that only damage to the brain, protected by thick bone armor, could kill him.

Only one worried him - loneliness. He had as many as five penises (he was justly proud of the size of the fourth), but there was no one to whom they could be applied. Once upon a time he had a habit of leaving his cave on an island and seeking the satisfaction of the devouring lust on the shore of the Gall Ocean. Any living creature was suitable for this, so long as there were natural holes in it, in which at least the smallest of its penises could fit. Unfortunately, now it was impossible. Despite the chronic shortage of land in the Lower World, no one settled near this water body. Even the foolish avoided these places. He did not understand why. He suffered from unrequited love.

He did not know what they wanted to call him, but they did not call him. His time is yet to come.