his curly hair grew like mine, only thicker. Something sticking out of the hair. Strange, I have nothing sticking out. The warrior fell on an elf and began to move his ass strangely.
- This is it what?
- Fucks. Do you have a hole there?
- Well yes.
- All women have it, and men have a member, so he inserted it.
- What for?
- He is pleased.
- Does it hurt her? - I asked, hearing the elf screaming and twitching, trying to escape.

- It does not always hurt. Sometimes it makes no difference, sometimes it is also pleasant, but if it happens against the will, it is always painful and disgusting.
I looked at the action unfolding before me. Here he jerked several times and fell silent. Slowly got up, his place immediately took the next. The action continued. Here come the turn of the botan. At first, he somehow somehow did not move at the woman, which caused laughter, then earned his backside. Perhaps he also wanted to do with me !? The Countess said that it could be pleasant or indifferent. No, it doesn’t matter to me for sure! Nicely? May be I do not know. No, after today's nothing he will not! If he likes elves so much, let him have fun with them! Without me!
I looked round. The girl was sitting on the sidelines and was thinking about something, Columbine was watching how the elf was fucked (what word she knew!). For some reason, Rag with one hand touched herself over the bust, and with the fingers of the other she touched between her legs, shamelessly raising the hem in front of everyone.

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Well, like they found a way to cope with the elves, well done, the Countess! It is a pity, it seems that I now left without sweet. I looked at my army. The men diligently fuck the prisoner, the Countess courting Rose, and Columbine on this occasion indulged in self-satisfaction. Well, the commander has his own business, unfortunately. The first thing - to place an advertisement for the sale of elf, you need to replenish the budget. The second is to buy ropes for tomorrow. I hope the prisoners will be, and how to keep them? The third is the proposal of the Countess. Find some girl and even slip it to the elves. Just where to get it? After the incident with the Chandelier, the Squirrel broke up the whole chat, that we innocent girls are raping us with all our might and almost eat them with cereal for breakfast. So from the men now there is no end, but with the ladies of the problem. Well, I take two men. One magician of the eighth level, the other - a warrior, level three. Cute attractive face, will be a replacement for Botan. What else is in the chat? ABOUT! It turns out that some baron is renting out his people! We agreed on two girls for ten coins apiece. It turned out that the non-copies themselves cannot go into battle, only for the commander. So Meredian must take them. Explained the situation, transferred the money.

There was also a buyer for our trophy. Thirty - cheap, of course, but at least something. Otherwise, by the time limit, we will simply be forced to leave it here.
- Meredian! Let's go there once and good! I need her healthy.
- Got it.
- Botan, you pump only treatment! It seems that we will need the services of a doctor in the near future.
- Aha.
- Warriors, fornication is good, you need to cut an armful of grass.
- And the grass - then why?
- I will sell to the artisan, he makes ropes out of it.
And Dragon Evil drew. He wants to fuck elf, but no money. Okay, I'll try to play a joke with you.If the joke seems too evil - do not be offended! I do not like those who go to the bosses with the authorities. In short, we agreed with the Dragon that he comes to us with his peasant woman and leads her into battle. For this, it becomes the first to have any captured prisoner. To help him I give the warrior and all the mages - men.

- So, people! Second of attention! We sell this elf for thirty, plus grass ten. Tomorrow we buy ropes for the twenty and we rent two girls - non-entries for a dozen pieces. Total money out at zero today. If tomorrow will burn out with elves, then we divide the proceeds equally for all. Good for you?
- It suits what is there!
Seven minutes before the time limit was exhausted, three anxious men rushed in, buying an elf.
- Hello! That's her?
- Yes, take it! How do you keep her, I do not know. I warned you.

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In the morning in my village there appeared a mud house and two eighteen-year-old residents - a young man and a girl who worked hard with shovels in the field.
— Hello, Mr. Baron! - greeted my peasants. Without answering the mob, I go to the menu.
— Welcome to the Evil Dragon Village! A new house with an eighteen-year-old couple will appear every morning, and the previous ones will get older until they reach forty years. Thus, in a full village, the age of the inhabitants is stable and evenly distributed from eighteen to forty years. You can form an army of your peasants. All damage caused by non-game characters is read to their commander. You can lease the peasants to other players. You can sell products to other players. You can give names to your peasants.
- Girl, I'll call boobs!
- Accepted. New woman's name: Boob.
- Army 2 people.
- Not enough power. One peasant provides products of himself and another character.
- Army 1 person.

I chose a girl - if you cannot squeeze her, then look - it is not prohibited! Not to say that a particularly nice girl is not a very expressive face framed by blue strands, the figure could be more complex, and the boobs are too small. Well, okay, that is - that is.
— You can arm and equip troops not above your level.
- Skip. - who would dress me, not that I them. Yes, if there was an opportunity, I would let her go naked! Though it would be something to see!
We stood on the border of the village, me and my army from the same peasant.
- Well, let's go ahead, push these mobs! - I ordered.
— Action is impossible. Warriors follow the commander.

That's it! I did not count on this! Well, I take a cautious step, then another, trying not to fall on the burning grass. The girl walks behind me, stepping with her bare foot on the beetle and immediately gets burned by grass. He screams in pain, but shoves the next with a shovel. Standing knee-deep in the grass, I watched as my peasant woman fights with mobs. With each movement of her dress fits figure, the imagination helpfully drew something that hid clothes. Good girl, it is a pity that she has too little health - only seventy-five units. Soon she fell, losing almost all the points of life. Fell very well, feet to me. While she struggled in agony, the dress reached up to the navel, revealing slender legs and pubis with blue hairs. Beautiful picture, a pity that quickly disappeared. I got out of the grass safely.
— Congratulations! You get the seventh level! To the next level: 3/20 damage. Peasant Tits died, the revival will occur in 24 hours.

Not much, of course, but that’s good. Tomorrow I will drive out another one in the field. Or one that is better, HA - HA! So, you see, and a decent level will be typed. Even with some girl Daddy agreed. She promises busty elf, which can be used to your fullest pleasure. They say a lot of things in the chat about the team of this girl, including the fact that the people are fucking there for nothing, without embarrassment. If you don’t lie about her, then I will use it tomorrow. Well, if you deceive! Banned, century will remember!