She woke up, feeling that someone was pawing her chest. It seems that the old man, inexperienced in bedding, thought that in a dream she would not feel anything. The grimace grinned to herself. After spending most of her life among thieves and robbers, the woman learned to sleep in half eyes, even in a dream sensitively reacting to any movement nearby, not to mention outright harassment. Suppressing the desire to roll the libertine's neck, the Grisma remained motionless. She needed him as a woman, her life was not threatened. The thief did not resist. The old man was in his own right. This is his home, and she is just his guest. Where will she go if he drives her out in the middle of the night? She had worse men.

Rough hands gently wandered over her body, one after another unleashing knots on clothes. The old hermit had not had a woman for a long time, if ever. She did not know how long he lived in his solitary cave in the middle of the desert, maybe even his whole life. He was awkward and passionate. The thief resigned herself to her position and did not resist. The touch gradually excited her. In the dark there was no ugly scars, evidence of hard life, located in various places of the female body. She was rarely caressed, few people wanted her. There was no one in the Organization who would deign to at least care for a woman. Some visiting boss, looked at her with disgust and threw: “You will come to me in the evening. “And then turned away and forgot about her until the appointed moment. At this all romance ended. But now it's all in the past. She escaped, firmly knowing that the old masters could not be caught in any way, especially since, due to the disappearance of Linaria, she was most likely sentenced to death.

Male hands caressed her stomach, breasts, then dropped below, more and more freeing the muscular, battle-hardened female body from the clothes that were unnecessary in this situation. The hermit was not picky, and she enjoyed the masculine touch, albeit rude and greedy, but filling her with bliss. He was already stripped.

Hungry for male tenderness, she willingly allowed herself to undress and took his cock into her bosom, no longer pretending to be asleep. A large, heated male organ penetrated her through the pink petals of the labia. Alertness was replaced by passion. Two intertwined. He entered her again and again, while she moaned from an unusually strong pleasure. For the time being, forgetting about the danger, Gryzma gave herself to animal feeling. He was very close, towered over her, his beard tickled her breasts, and at the same time, with every push, he broke deeper and deeper somewhere inside.When the movement of the men accelerated, the woman groaned from the rush of passion. In a fit of ecstasy, she even allowed herself to cum into herself, without thinking about the possible consequences. From the point of view of the system, both were non-player characters, so she could get pregnant, but that night the system decided that the old hermit would not have children with a fugitive criminal.

For a long time the man did not have enough, but Grismus still managed to snatch a couple of moments of bliss. Thieves have not had such a passion for a long time, for which she was grateful, but would never have dared to say it out loud. The thought came that if the partner had washed more often, this night would have been even better, but does it happen that it is possible to get everything at once? This was also not worth talking about.

Catching his breath, the old man quietly left, leaving the woman alone to lie in the impenetrable darkness, in the middle of scattered clothes.

After a joint "rest" Grismus slept well and got up at the same time with its partner. The old man in no way made it clear that something happened between them at night, but he treated her a little more courteously than yesterday. Each had his own breakfast, and then the hermit, fulfilling his promise, began to communicate with the spirits. Having set the woman in front of him, he spread divin bones, then looked at them for a long time, puffing on his pipe. Grizma had a suspicion that the tube itself, or rather what was packed in it, was much more important for predicting the future than the location of the bones, but said nothing out loud.

Finally, the old man folded his arms across his chest and said gloomily:

- You have to leave.

Grizma herself understood this. Maybe after the previous night the old man had a desire to keep her, but the thief did not want to spend the rest of her life in a cave in the middle of the stones burned out by the Sun. The old man was not disgusted with her, but he did not attract either, she did not like the life of the caveman’s wife. In addition, she was not sure that she had gone far enough so that she could not be afraid of the search spells of the investigators of the Organization.

- The desert is waiting for you.

“Do I have to go in the desert?”

- Not. Your path is a loop.

- What does it mean?

- Where the loop begins and where the loop ends, there is a person who is causing you to escape now. He needs help.

- Where the loop begins ... This is Sonar-Son. So Linaria is still there ...

The hermit said nothing. She did not tell him about her life, so the old man could not know the details.

- You want to say that I have to go back? It's impossible. If the Organization did not find it, it means I won’t find it, and if I did, I can’t help it. I decide there myself. Sorry for her, she is just too beautiful for our craft. I do not get into the ass for the sake of this stupid pussy. Give another prediction!

- I do not change the predictions. I'm talking about what will happen in any case. The man to help is not a woman, but a man. A strange, unusual man who is closely associated with many women.

- The one who kidnapped her, or what? You, old man, something is not poured into his pipe. Well, why should I do this?

“You will help him get rid of his enemies, and he will help you get rid of yours.”

- And how will I help him? - interested Grizma.

“You will do what you are meant for, but which you never had to do.”

- And more specifically?

- Predictions are foggy. Bones no longer speak. Your mission must be fulfilled.

- And can you try again? I'll bring you more of the same herb.

- Do not be angry spirits, woman. They told you your fate.

Grizma thoughtful. The old man gave her a bone from his prediction set and said that she should be given to that man. The best thing was to get away from Sonar Son as far as possible and as quickly as possible so that the Organization’s snoops could not track it. Thieves life taught this woman caution, but she was not a coward. Crazy life in the night shadow she was tired, it's time to take the fight. East Wind and a couple of dozen criminal bigwigs should have been responsible for their actions.

***

“So, Linariah said that you finally gave the right answer to my proposal.” - I said to demoness. Sokhashsh stood at the wall of her room, staring at her legitimate husband. Every curve of her body was perfectly seductive. There was something else that I really liked in that situation - this perfect body was carrying offspring from me, and not from anyone else. She could kill me at any time, but despite the physical vulnerability of her magic, I was confident in my abilities. Whatever she thought to herself, I had already taken possession of her in such a way that gives the greatest power over a woman.

- I considered your arguments and found them reasonable.

The woman’s face expressed nothing. I continued:

- My joy knows no bounds! A perfect couple will come out of us: your perfection plus my creative power will give such offspring what has not yet been under the moon.

“I'm afraid everything happened too fast.” We need to get used to each other, let the passion flare up between us, then later talk about the wedding and the children. We barely know each other! - languidly said demoness, in feigned modesty trying to cover intimate places.

- Everything is going as it should. Our love is so great that we don't need extra ceremonies. My male organ burns every day from ...