I closed my eyes and slowly exhaled. Everything is fine, I will survive.

Finist gently put me on the windowsill with his stomach, pulled me a little further, and with two habitual movements straightened my chest out the window.

Boast breasts with a head, in contrast to Betty, I could not. But not with an apple. Strong village standard, not everything fits in the palm, and sit firmly on the sternum. As a medicine man, I was quite positive about the health and beauty of my breasts.

Vishu naked from the window of the whole village for show and what do you think? Do breasts look beautiful compared to Bettins?

Finist stroked my goosebumps and began to introduce his amazing spear into the female seat.
I thought I screamed in pain. But the sensations were amazing. Like a lot of tiny bubbles burst inside, filling with air. My hole sang so much that I almost fell out of my surprise. Can it really be so sweet. Well Fin kept for the pelvis.

At first our theater was very reserved. Rather, a quiet meeting in the fresh air. Fin drove in half an inch, I gasped, both froze in pleasure.

But the horse at Seda snorted, the boy threw up his head and froze with his mouth open.
I look into my upturned, freckled face and wonder how much I care.
If only Fin continued.

Here the hero decided to go deeply deeper, and I could not resist, whined in the stream of pleasure sent from behind. Gentle such whining.

Sachs and Doug distracted themselves from the conversation, and Finistus happily waved to them.
Those raised big thumbs, positively assessing my hung tits and braids.
And suddenly I suddenly screamed for myself with pleasure. Too bad Fin hit something. Then he pressed again and again.

Though she tried to shut up, bit her lips, but she could not keep long moans. He stared me slowly, revealingly, picturesquely.
The heroine below sniffed contemptuously and tried to lead a friend away. He fought back and happily grinned.

My body shook, my mouth caught the air. Even if he doesn’t take me with him, it’s that st-o-loooo !!!
Ahhh ..
“Tell me, Manyash,” the hero asked breathlessly, “are you alright?”
- Yep.
“Louder, louder speak,” burst out and drove into me at full length, almost pulling out and again in one blow, sparking sparks from the entrails. “Okay?
“Yeah,” I shouted, barely holding onto the window sill.
- Completely, Manya. Scream how good you are.

And ripped my insides with fire.
“I'm fine !!” I cried.

A rolling scream spread across the courtyard.
Sed had a wet spot between his legs, and Dagon handed Sax a gold coin.

- Good girl. Now who the fuck are you?
- What?
- Who sticks you?

From jerking teeth gnawing.
- You're stuck.
- And now loud, Manyash, shout. What do you fuck Fin.

He grabbed the waist and muddied on vnutryankke.

“Aaaa,” I shouted, no longer embarrassed, “I am fucked by Fiine !!!”

The maiden below cursed and throwing the companion laughing like a horse, rushed inside the hotel. Guys and guys from the village cautiously entered the courtyard, looked fascinated. I saw Zak's dark face, he stood petrified, only his hand moved, stroking the rearing groin.

- Ugh, - Fin said in the hearts, - not for the village of the same number.

And he dragged me into the room, slamming the window.

Then he caught up in bed, almost breaking it. It was desperately infinite and scary good. All paths are cut off.

“You know,” he lay there, positioning me on himself, tenderly kissing the top of his head, “it’s not often good with local girls.” Fresh you some, - he sighed, - but you are unusual. Straight from the hands do not want to release.

“And don't let me go, my hero, take me with you.” I travnitsa, healer, I know how to treat.

He looked at me carefully, as if he had seen it for the first time. He stroked his fingers over the high cheekbones, circled the plump upper sponge.

And froze. It happens in heroes, since they are not.
Counting off seconds, my heart did not beat.

- So.
Suddenly he stretched his whole body, just as he did not stop, continuing to move, already habitually spread my legs and put a strong head to the softened entrance.

I do not know what was the matter, but even from the touch we both started.
I sat down myself, singing loudly, kissing overgrown chin and blade lips.

- OK let's see. I left the group, taking you. Kivni, Manya.

Nodded. And feeling the complete unity, groaned, swaying.

- Oh, gods. Yes, you have all the development is blocked! How could you collect so many skills on the first level with zero buildup? Strange. Well, let's go, baby. I open it.

And I screamed. The force rushed through me, they poured muscle energy, and fatigue went away.
Fin was singing, throwing hips.
- There is no need for stranch. But the brains for the doctor will be needed. So. And add a bit of agility. What about alchemy? Yeah ...

The ceiling of the room was swinging. We fought more and more against each other. My flat stomach was bulging when Fin entered inside.
He no longer mumbled, just smiled and looked.

I moaned and convulsed, wearing it with giblets. Fully.
Part of his group, just part of it. He opened the way for me. By the 60th. And I will pass it.

In the morning, a picture of serious Finista appeared to the surprised friends, behind which I stomped, with a heavy medicine bag at the ready, I gathered half the night at home. Then all morning I tried to persuade Fin that such a bag was normal for me.

I agreed with Betty that she takes the ashes from the table and feeds the batyu in the morning. Betty was an honest girl, although she was a bit naive, and she persuaded me to stay, sobbing, squishing her reddened nose.

I carefully folded numerous tinctures and tubes, wrapped in an additional belt length. Weighed heavy purse with gold, everything is useful.
And the last time I waited until Dad appeared in bed. My dear, I will be back.
Do not even notice how time flies.

“It's because of this ...,” Dagon was full of poison and barely restrained — did you quit the party yesterday?

- Yes, now you can get together again. Guys, this is Manya, she is a first-level doctor, but I have never seen so many skills in that before.
Finist was calm. Numerous daggers were placed on ribbons rounding the cross-around flexible figure.

“Well,” Sachs put his hand on Dagu’s shoulder, “I suggest not to hurry.” Let's see the girl on the wolves. Show yourself go with us. No, we will give you, doves, another goodbye night, but we will not take her to the party. Agree to such conditions?

I looked up and smiled broadly.
Wolves?
Oh, you don't know me at all, boys ...

To be continued...