the member practically did not leave the vagina, and the frictions became even faster and deeper. The pressed breasts rubbed against the guy. And Mila’s arms were wrapped around powerful shoulders, bringing their bodies even closer and giving comfortable room for kisses. Looking up from the lingering suction girl screamed and clung to Novella with force. Her body began to beat a small shiver, waves of pleasure rolled everything with new and new force. A little later, Novell approached the finale, he made several final penetrations and burst into sperm volley inside Mila. The guy admired his baby. He knew her well and the orgasm would not let her go soon. The girl's eyes rolled languidly, and her teeth bit her lower lip. Breasts were often raised to the beat of breathing. Lovers for a long time lay nearby, relaxing and kissing.

The first to break the silence of Novell:

- It is a pity to interrupt such a wonderful moment, but it is time for us to celebrate Myelina.

Rising from the bed, he warmed up a bit and, opening the chest, threw a clean rag Mile.

- Thank you for everything! You are the best thing in my life!

“Uh, well, you really don't embarrass me,” Novell smiled. “I have something for you,” the young man rummaged through his bosom and stretched a small book, sitting on the girl’s bed, with a small book, whose cover was edged with gold threads, and a pile of rubies shone in the center.

Mila took it and screamed:

- Yes, are you kidding !? Ralk Nelly "From grasshopper to ordinary red dragon. Introduction to the zoology and systematics of the living world "! Yes, even a deluxe edition, thank you, - the girl tightly hugged Novella.

- Everything, everything, then another look, we have to go, we can not be late for the holiday of Myelina. “I will go now, and then go out after a while.” And, Mila, one more moment, I am afraid then I will not have time even to say a word with you.

- I understand everything, do not worry.

Novell smiled apologetically and left, closing the door. He never liked all sorts of goodbyes, parting and so on. Perhaps he will be able to meet a dark-skinned beauty, but certainly not in the near future. In any case, reassuring Mila - would be a bad idea.

Quickly lifting to the main hall, Novell went out through the backyard and, passing through the gardens, found himself in a large meadow with evenly cut grass. All the ministers passed through the garden here, but ordinary people walked along side paths passing along both sides of the large temple. All the monks have already gathered on the site, including the master Romulus and several visiting guests from the capital’s temple of Myelina. While the monks were idly chatting, work was seething at the oak tables standing in a row away. Streams of people approached who with what, these gifts were accepted, carefully recorded in the books of account and they calmly retreated towards the morally free from excessive material values. And only dare not delight Mielena. The Inquisition visited the most greedy ones at times, and very few people wanted to see it on their doorstep ...

The novelty went into the ranks of the monks and joined in a very important conversation about nothing. Well, at least somehow pass the time until the census of good ends. To the delight of Novella, the flow of people is over. The monks hurried to line up in front of a crowd of people.

- Well, finally, now you have to wave your hands a couple of times, water the land and you can go to the capital, the guy thought with relief.

The novices ran to the monks, carrying huge cups of tears of myelin (rainwater collected in the temple). The novelty accepted its capacity and stood waiting. Before them came the abbot of the temple, gilded patterns with purple paintings glittered on his ceremonial clothing. He began to read a prayer and every time he paused, the tears of the goddess irrigated the earth.From time to time, novices ran up behind them and filling the cups, quickly leaving, trying not to interfere with the ritual.

Capacity Novel just emptied and he, looking around, beckoned the boy. A boy of eight or nine years old rushed to fill the bowl and didn’t calculate his strength with a sweep that hit him. Novel poured cold water:

- Handshake! - he said gloomily to the guy.

- Forgive me, sorry! - scared the little boy, frightened, blinking his eyes.

- Do not make noise, the ceremony is! - he snapped. Run away and finally fill my cup!

The boy ran away, and Novell remained standing in his drenched clothes. Philosophically taking an unexpected wash, the guy tried to draw as little attention as possible to the confusion, but then a frightened voice called out to him:

- My boy, what's wrong with you! Shouted Romulus standing next to him, his eyes were wide with astonishment, and his gaze was directed at Novella's hand.

The finiteness of the guy was dark red, and his fingers from long and strong, became small and neat. On the other hand, I heard an exclamation completely unbecoming a follower of Myelin. Even the abbot did not read the prayer, and also looked anxiously at Novella. And to look at what! Clothes baggy hung on a low creature of a dark red color, from sandals earlier looking five human fingers turned into three long with claws. The face of the creature with long black hair was decorated with green eyes that looked at what was happening as scaredly as all the other participants of the event. Moments of complete silence pierced the cry of one of the peasant:

- Demon!

Like a bolt from the blue, he ran through the crowd of people and repeatedly responded with different interpretations, someone shouted about the attack on the church, the very back rows decided that there were already a bunch of demons. And people broke into several streams, the most courageous men and the majority of women with children or without them rushed away. The remaining curious and courageous rushed closer. Along the way, the crowd received weapons from a village blacksmith, who only recently managed to give up his shovels, sickles and pitchforks for the good of the church. Thus, quite a dangerous military formation was formed - “peasants with agricultural implements” and shouting “for the stake, now demonic shackles with a fork will pierce”, launched an attack on LzheNovella. Only from the side I heard a piercing shriek of the abbot of the temple departed from the front line in a place with the rest of the monks:

- People, don't kill the demon, take it alive!

However, the voice drowned in the general din, and it was hardly heard by anyone ...

PseudoNovell seemed out of stupor, there was a crash of tearing clothing and two leathery brown wings opened from behind. They straightened out under the shining sun, completely hiding the figure of the former monk. Pushing away, FalseNovell soared sharply and quickly flew away. No sooner had people come to their senses, as the figure had already turned into a small black dot, which then completely disappeared from the sky.

PseudoNovell quickly flew towards the Nensky forest. Desolation filled the soul of the little creature. One and a half year wasted! A year and a half in shit. Go to the goal, to achieve it and prosrat all in one moment! How is that even possible !? What could have happened at the ceremony, why could the appearance change? Answers to these questions hung in the air with a heavy load.

Having flown, he swooped down and landed near a small pond. The crowns of the trees parted, passing into the willow thickets and exposed the mirror surface of the water. The former monk approached the water and peered at his reflection. The cassock was torn and hung in rags.

“Well, now we don’t need it anymore, do we?” - said the creature to its reflection.

The remains of clothes slipped to the ground and exposed the body. A long black hair fell on the shoulders of a small creature. She took a deep breath from what her small, but neatly folded breasts swayed seductively. Having run up Miriya jumped into the water, her dark red ass with a long tail and a pointed triangle at the end described a beautiful arc and disappeared into the water with a loud splash.

After a lot of damages, the demoness took the necessary things out of the pockets of her clothes and, with a simple spell, set fire to what she no longer needed.

- Well, it seems it is time to drink and drink properly! - Miriya told herself sadly ...

Oil lamps illuminated a small room where a man in unusual clothes sat at a low lacquered table. On his head was a black cone-shaped hat with wide red brim, a trained and slightly thin body concealed by a white shirt and a dark robe with a red rose on the back. Boots with tucked inside pants gently tapped on the wooden floor. The man himself, distinguished by a thin long nose and eagle facial features, carefully looked into the bowl with water, and Romulus from the temple of Myelin was reflected on its surface.

- I got it! The Order of the Holy Inquisition will not tolerate such blasphemy, I leave! Lucius Melbont gives you the word that the demon will be finished!

The man rose, ending the conversation with the monk. Now there was no image in the water cup. He carefully, trying not to splash, put her in a chest of drawers standing against the wall and spun around, left the room ...

P. s.
And so a small appeal to those who read it. Do not be lazy to leave a comment. This is important and useful for me.
Now a little about the story itself. I plan to write a certain number of parts, revealing the heroine herself (the hero?) And the world around her. In my head there are already a lot of ideas and ideas for the sea of ​​sex and adventure. I hope you enjoy and will be "delicious." ;)