We are late. A squad of orcs, which entered the forests of Ashenvalya two days ago, joined the battle. Traces on the ground clearly spoke of chaotic movements — crumpled grass mixed with torn sod, broken branches of bushes. One thing was not clear with whom these creatures met. These were clearly not the squads of elves, whose main weapons are arrows. Near the huge intertwined roots the body moved. The Kestrel, an elf-hunter, quickly drew her bow and shot arrows. Each of them reached the goal. But it only infuriated the ugly creation. Huge, crippled, he rose, leaning back against a tree. The only remaining eye looked mockingly from an ugly, sliced ​​muzzle.

“Lok tar tar,” wheezed out of his mouth, yellow fangs colored pink bubbles filling the larynx. He coughed.

- Falcon, what did he say?

- Victory or death. If we want to know where the others are, then we have a few minutes. His lungs are pierced.

- No need to go far. They are right there.

Moving through the rubble of stones and trees, a terrible picture appeared before us. The entire squad of fifteen orcs, which we led from the Steppe itself, fell in battle. The severed parts of the arms that clutched the weapon, the guts that had been released, and the blood that thickly poured the earth. Wondering what kind of power met them here and whether or not they would come back again, I examined the bodies.

- Hey, druid, here!

- I'm going. What is there?

- Dwarves.

- What? Why we did not know about them?

- Apparently they came from Auberdin and, unfortunately, met with the orcs before us.

Under the carcass of a huge orc was a crushed body. This dwarf was dying, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was hoarse and intermittent. The heavy armor was crushed, covered in mud and blood, and a heavy cross shield lay around. The warrior fought valiantly, but the monstrous blow from above that he missed almost cut short his life. I bent down, carefully examining the body. The orc's ax split the collarbone and went further into the chest, how far it was not visible behind the matted snow-white beard and the blood spurting from the artery.

- Here are two more! They three put the whole squad? We must take them to the Shelter.

“This one is badly wounded, I don't think he will last long.”

- He is the only one who survived. We will return them to the people ... at least the body.

Turning around the bear and gently lifting the heavy, stocky body of the dwarf, I threw him on his back. The rest of the rangers were loaded onto saber-toothed. The shelter in the Night Forests was our last post before Felwood, then the cursed lands began - desecrated and distorted by demons. I carried the dwarf to one of the cells high in the crowns, where there is a lot of light and fresh air. Having laid on the bed and taking off his armor, I carefully examined the body. He was not tall for us, elves, but in his own people, he was probably considered very large. The broad chest was covered with thick hair, going down the abdomen and further down, right there ... I abruptly looked away. It was necessary to focus on his treatment. A huge wound seemed to have cut short his life, but the dwarf was still breathing. It was hard, the chest heaved with difficulty, but the lungs stubbornly pumped the air, and the heart surpassed the life-giving oxygen. Gently washing the wound, I put a gruel of healing herbs, carefully adding to this healing spells. At that moment, the wounded man groaned. Now his life depended only on him and on how much Elune, our merciful goddess, would favor him. I could only be with him to warm at night and monitor the condition. Dropping all the hiking clothing I still had in my clothes, I carefully laid down beside me.

In spite of the difference in height, it seemed to me that a granite mountain was nearby, equally hard and almost as cold. Not once did I see death as a druid doctor, my sisters and brothers died in my arms, but life goes on. They went into the earth, feeding our eternal forests, and were reborn with night lights.Where the dwarves went I didn’t know. Maybe they turned to stone and went to the rock? I did not know how long this man would live, but I didn’t want him to die. Involuntarily, my eyes went down again, and what I saw led me into confusion - the pubis, densely covered with hair, did not hide the rising member. In size, he is not inferior to the elven. I was curious, and I touched it with my palm. He was very hard and hot. Responding to my touch, member leaned towards the palm. Immediately below the abdomen ached pulling a pleasant feeling of heaviness. A crazy thought occurred to me - what dwarf members taste like.

O Elune! Think of this with a representative of another race, and even with a mortally wounded! But no one will see ... And if he dies soon? I will never know what it feels like ... Listening to the sounds outside and the dwarf’s raspy breathing and not hearing anything dangerous, I carefully slid to the edge of the bed. The member rested peacefully on his stomach, big, smooth, hard. I took it in my hands, gently sweeping from shaggy eggs to a pink head, on which a drop of grease appeared. Having listened again, I gently touched the head with the tongue, and then swallowed. It was big and completely took up my whole mouth, but how nice it was. What a pleasure it was to suck it, lick it, get it out of my mouth and stroke a solid trunk with a wet tongue. My fingers buried in the hair on his testicles, gently stroking her nails, while I selflessly sucked dick. Immersing him all the way to the larynx, until he rested against the head, while tightly wrapping his lips and caressing his tongue. I was so carried away that the man’s moan came as a surprise to me. Sharply slid off the penis and at that moment hot sperm struck a jet, filling the entire mouth. Swallowing viscous tart liquid had to again and again, she pushes out of the penis, until it limp and diminished. Having licked it finally, so that not a single drop of it was left I was pleased to return to the bed. The dwarf no longer moaned, his breathing became even and calm, and I fell asleep, hugging him.