“There were women and disputes,” he says in hearts, “So it is.” Bingo deserved, first wanted to throw us. I knew that in the sandbox to level 10, we can not do anything to him. Manka done, did what I could. I approve.

And he looked hard at Dagon. He reluctantly nodded.

Koshma with a puppy gently rises, and disappears in Sachs.
- I suggest everyone to relax. Tomorrow in the morning we will move on to the city.

The silhouettes of party members began to disappear around me. And after 10-12 heartbeats, I was left completely alone in the clearing.

I just can not get used to it. There were people and not them. Shit.
What we have in the pot tasty left?
Even the unpleasant death of Bingo could not spoil my mood from the level taken for the first time. I, listening to the forest and smiling, ate porridge and dreamed a little.

How cool I get back home. How daddy meets me. Bettina happily crying.

Eh. Good.
She pulled the rope and climbed the tree. It's time to sleep, but on earth it is now better not to stay.

Already falling asleep, I realized that for the first time in many years, my soul is calm. I'm going right.

I was woken by stroking.
Woke up awake, but it was not there.
I was still wrapped in ropes, but not gently, so as not to fall from a branch, into a rigidly swaddled clothes.
And lay on the ground.

- Hello, baby Manika. Wow, what a pretty one.

A powerful blond hung over me, the owner of a wide overgrown jaw and bright yellow eyes.
The moon lovingly illuminated his arms, bulging with muscles, wide slabs of hair covered with hair.

- Who are you? - I asked, alertly glaring around and trying to understand what kind of binding I got.

“I’m Alt Taran, you won’t know at all?”
Peering, aha, hero, already the tenth. Discover? How can I find him?

And then she gasped in awareness.
- Exactly. For two days I petted and defended the pack, supplemented the puppy with my blood. You threw me a unique quest and stole the reward. Nerds! The puppy has not yet grown, it was impossible to take it from the wolf!

He almost growled in my face, drooling from the regrown yellow fangs.

- You have no idea how much money I leaked, how much strength and nerves I spent. Where is my puppy?
“I don't know,” I whined, pretty frightened by the skewed muzzle of a werewolf.

Even in human form, he was terrible. Killed in koltuny hanging cosmas, frightening yellow eyes. At the same time he smelled like all heroes, very nice. What seriously disturbed the perception, and strained even more.

- They sold it at auction?
Alt shook my swaddled hands, jerking carcass.

“Noo, they took with them when they disappeared,” answered, saying goodbye to life. Unlike the heroes, I had to be reborn in the villages without remembering the fool.

“With me ...” the monster smiled with relief in his mouth, exposing long curved incisors, “Yes, I won't touch you, girl, unless of course you have a grandmother.”

He pointedly played with his eyebrows, and when he heard my frightened “Grandma No,” he squealed.

He cut the ropes with a sharp claw on his little finger, helped me to sit down and sat down beside myself.
- Imagine, I hold a unique quest, and to me waves are bursting with a quest to find a simple pet. At first he tried to persuade. Yes, where there.

I nodded involuntarily. To persuade the heroes to abandon their plans is impossible. They come and take. Involuntarily sympathized with the werewolf. But just sympathy, no more, to betray my own not in my nature. In the morning I will tell all the party members, let them decide how to act.

- For the little wolf blood it was necessary a lot, each time I felt less and less, and here you were. And your blood will not suit him, kill the baby ... Well, do not keep evil. You are a good girl. See you soon. More than a day is not a spa ...

He laid his head in my lap, stopped, and slowly dissolved into air.
Heroes, they are all such ... heroes.

I had to climb a tree again and get attached to the new one.
The forest also calmed down, not hooting, not rattle, as if it gave out the whole portion of possible surprises, like a child who had played out, and he dozed off after leprosy for weariness.

Woke me up at dawn. Moist quiet sounds. ABOUT...

Under the tree, at the edge of the camp, not hiding, Dagon stood completely without his pants. And stroked Crisalind’s evenly working head. Slightly smacking the strands, lifting a working face. Her large breasts spanked on Dagon's legs.

Quickly, the cute archer began to look for a new patron. But ... beautiful.

Doug did not direct, giving complete freedom, gently fingering the golden strands.
Chris tried, assertively and eagerly picking up a large fleshy stick.
As if the sausage was pushed by the end into the stretched mouth of the blonde.
Good morning. I dived under the skirt and stroked the creased fold.

What can please the brave witch doctor of a whole second level on a clear, quiet morning?
Picture sucking a member of the heroine. Pff. What is heroic about you, girl?

On the glade, Sachs suddenly appeared, looked around, looked at the couple, without being surprised at all, and stepped closer.
Chris smiled to him, shooting her eyes playfully, but continuing to gently aim the magician's barrel.

“You helped me so much yesterday, boys, real knights.” Can I go with you? Do you like it?

And she shakes invitingly breasts.
Sachs fits and sniffs approvingly.
- In all of you, darling, nice outfits (c)
Doug shakes his hand over his head.

- Do not embarrass the girl with the thought, Saks. And do not be distracted, suck, honey.

The golden-haired beauty looked up in embarrassment. Licked long on the trunk shiny from saliva.

His pants and then a white loincloth were missing on Sax. Chris, continuing to lick Doug, stretched out her hand and stroked the beats of Sachs.

- In principle, I do not mind, - he exhaled, yielding forward to the caress of skillful dexterous fingers.

I bit a sponge, desperately rubbing a pea of ​​pleasure between the legs.
Yes, give it to her mouth, boys. Deeper.

Oh, where are you, Fin. How I want you.

“Both,” came from the meadow, “And I?”

Smiling Trinist hurried to the trinity below. Came ... Undresses on the go. But for some reason not looking for me ...

Krisalinda 495 joyfully vzrephyhnulas in response, opened her mouth for my hero's rising arms, snapping up the rest with two hands.
Hole of the receiving mouth. And he brought it to her lips. Did not fly as usual into me. And gently, caring. Offering. As far as the gentle heroine can swallow.

Her head moved steadily, and Fin groaned rather.
- Uhh, how good in the morning. I did not expect such a warm meeting from our pride.

“We are discussing whether to take Chris or not to the party,” said Dagon.
“I like the girl’s offer, so I’m all for it,” Sachs confirmed, quite gasping.

Fin looked at the red mouth moving along the trunk, grabbed the beauty by the back of the head, turning his head and gently moving his hips, pushing into the cheek.

The rest, including me, watched as the gentle elf-cheek was rounded and stretched there, the pointy ear moved.

Fin groaned and jerked the head of the blonde, with a chpoken taped the dick out of his mouth. He again put his cheek and again spat out with splashes of saliva.
I squeezed my legs and finished quietly, sweetly, looking at the shiny swinging trunk of my Finist. Probably my ...

- If you are in favor, then I do not mind.
“And you are not afraid of Maniki’s reaction,” Dagon raised the gold strand and played, twirling it around his finger.

The girl below has already passed from one to another, helping the high deliberative parties to make the right decision, supporting with a loud smack.

- And what Manya? This is an inscription, a doll, as I say it will be so, - Fin laughed, in her circle juicyly driving the trunk into the supplicant's sucking mouth.

Doug slowly lifted his head up, and finding my face among the branches, he smiled broadly.
He knew exactly where I was. And deliberately he led the situation to gathering everyone downstairs, talking to Finn, hurting me.

I patted my eyelashes, licked my fingers from my own discharge, it was necessary to have a floral taste. I pulled the upper sponge and also smiled affectionately in the upturned face.

Of course, it was painful, but quite a bit. They promised me nothing.
And I did not promise anything to anyone, the tea was not married.
But I do not betray their own.

“Good morning,” I said loudly and cheerfully, drawing the attention of the whole crowded group, starting to unwind the rope on my belt, “And a werewolf came to us at night ...”

After admiring Fina’s stunned faces, Sachs, and Chris Ud, who was holding her cheek, I flexed off the tree, a meter and a half from the chained company.

- I do not interfere, as you finish, approach the bonfire, tell an interesting story ...

(To be continued)

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