The only organ of normal, and even large, size in his body began to demand attention. Mages were forbidden any sexual intercourse, students - too. And in his life there was only one experience - with a prostitute from the Border City. It was just before entering the Academy, when Beal first broke the Law. The crossbow came later. Now there was a real orgy around him, and no one bothered.

- What are you missing? - Suddenly, a female voice came over his ear. Next to him stood a pretty girl, blonde. - Judging by your pants, you also need to relax from the road?

The girl, without waiting for an answer, knelt down and untied the lacing on his pants with quick movements. Then she pulled out his cock and even gasped: “Wow, such a small man has such a healthy member! I like it! ”When her lips embraced his focus of courage, Beal groaned loudly. The sensations were so new and unexpected that he was already shot through. He felt her smile, and then slid her tongue over the naked head. Her tongue played with him, then touched lightly, then pressed, then licked, then suddenly and often tickled. For a long time he could not bear it and was discharged directly into her mouth.

Frightened by what had happened, he, forgetting about his origin, suddenly began to apologize for such a finale, but she stood up, looked into his eyes and suddenly swallowed everything that was in her mouth. And while his eyes got out of orbit from amazement, the girl opened her mouth and greedily licked her lips, fingers and, bending over again, his penis. When she licked his seed off her fingers for the second time, he whispered: “Do you like this?”

- I like it, - the girl smiled, - It’s a pity that so quickly. Well, okay, come to your senses, Slug prepared a surprise for you.
- Slug? He asked, but the girl was already gone.

Two men dragged a robber to him. She was naked and, judging by the bruises and abrasions, she did not undress herself. Her hands were tied behind her back. She was laid on her back, and the men sat on her legs. Next came Lara. She unceremoniously sat on the girl's chest and told Bealu:

- She wanted to kill you - you have a chance to take revenge on her. Use your chance.
- Do not dare give me this little man! It was still not enough for the dwarf to credit me! - The robber tried to escape, but there was no chance.

For the second time in his life, Beal saw a woman’s womb in front of him at such a close distance. The woman was well-groomed - pubic hair is short-haired, smooth legs, though covered with abrasions. True, an ugly scar on the thigh. In life, he was to her below the belt, but now she lay in front of him, unable to resist. And his dick stood again a stake. In the end - why not? After all, she really wanted to torture him, and then kill him. Is there any reason for him to take care of her? Especially since it's the norm here.

Feeling his hands on her thighs, the robber made a desperate attempt to break free, but all was in vain. Beal put his dick to her shameful lips. She screamed, trying desperately to keep him out. In the end, the flow of curses from her was replaced by howling from the fact that a healthy member of the dwarf drilled her crotch. She howled in pain and disgust, then just cried from powerlessness. When Beal finally discharged into her gut, she only shook in sobs. However, her sufferings were not over. Beal got up, Lara came up to him and led him somewhere sideways, in one of the branches of the cave. The dwarf no longer saw how the parasite was thrust into her, and how she fought hysterically, and then in painful convulsions. And he no longer saw how she herself let into herself one by one all the men in the cave, just to not feel this pain again.

Acquaintance with Gkhon was almost no wonder for Beal. The dwarf has already come to terms with the fact that heretics have turned everything upside down, and not people own monsters, but monsters own people. Their conversation was long. With short breaks, they talked for a week, sharing information. Perhaps it was the first creature that communicated with Beal on an equal footing. Wanting at first just to like the leader of this group of heretics, the short man himself did not notice how he felt respect for the group and for this strange spider-like monster. Both the robber and the peasant woman had long been subordinated and serviced the nest, and Beal still could not get enough of the information received from the monster. However, Ghon did not lag behind the dwarf in gluttony.

Two months have passed. During this time, five women gave birth to a whole bunch of monsters. Beal watched this process with interest. The men and Lara hunted, and the brigand, Gyuzalin, was also attracted to this process. Women cooked and served men. Beal even managed to get used to this life. He learned to enjoy him. Later, he learned that the pretty girl settled in him a parasite that controls his body. Now he definitely could not escape. However, if he wanted this now?

There was sex. How much do you want sex. With any girl, woman. All of them meekly substituted him for any part of the body. During these two months, he tried them all, in different poses, sitting, lying, standing. It was a terrific, albeit terrible sin. He also enjoyed the opportunity to touch the technique. Yes, it was a heresy, terrible, dangerous - but how attractive it was!

Beal came to the plateau. Sunny day, no clouds. His native Cold Cliff was so well seen from here. Somewhere far below, quite small, like a toy castle. Something caught Beal's attention. He tried to peer, but the distance was too great to discern.

- Lara! Lara, there is something wrong in the castle! We must go down to explore, from here nothing is visible!

The graceful warrior approached the dwarf and put some regular device to her eyes.

- The castle is like a castle. Nothing special. Flags flutter. Red here, white. Vaughn, spearman stands.
- Is there yellow with a bull? The flag, yellow with a bull, should hang over the citadel.
“No, no,” the girl also phlegmatically answered.
- Lara, let me see! You are welcome.

The girl gave him binoculars. Beal put it to his eyes, like her, and was surprised - again, without the help of magic, he sees the castle as if standing next to him. And suddenly he realized what was wrong. The flag of his father, the same one, yellow with a bull, was not above the citadel. But, this flag fluttered over the Barbican. And next to it, a brown-yellow flag, the banner of the Council of Mages, was rushing through the air. And that could only mean one thing.

“Lara,” Beal said dumbly, dumbly, “My father, the ruler of the Cold Cliff, died. And with him died the magician-keeper of the Cold Cliff of Af-Koroddi. Chladniy cliff no longer has a ruler, a keeper. The castle is almost defenseless.