- What is it with him? - Blinking in surprise, I involuntarily inquired out loud. Not bothering to answer my question, Dogpis was the first to leave the place and rushed to the fallen Kuglar, unbuttoning his belt bag with essential artifacts on the move.

- These are the times ... - Whistling, I muttered, having approached and looking at the guy's swollen face, the Master Healer just managed to turn his new patient on his back. Without uttering a word, Dogpis activated one of the amulets with quick confident movements, laid it on the chest of the young baron, from the guy lying on the ground he clearly breathed magic, he wheezed and tried to open the swollen eyes.

- Do not lie quietly. - Dogpis said soothingly and gently put his hand on the guy's forehead, he immediately calmed down and went limp.

- Strong bruises, concussion, broken nose, jaw and deep cracks in three ribs. - Without stopping to make magical manipulations incomprehensible to me, the healer reported briefly and in the matter and I frowned.

- What happened? - Sorianna came to the side and, hesitating only for a split second, hugged me and pressed to her side, laid her head on her shoulder, I pulled my nostrils and felt the pleasant floral scent from her perfectly combed hair.

- Why, my engineer some carefully trimmed. - With an indistinct mixture of annoyance and indignation, I replied, and put my arm around my shoulders.

- Your grace, should I do something about this? - Gave voice to the hitherto silently watching Horial.

- What can you do? Or do you know something? - I turned to the baron and stared at him with a stern look.

“No, my lord, but you have to do something ...” The magician shook his head a little in confusion.

“Not worth it, in this forest we are completely safe.” As for Kuglar, as Dogpis finishes his dances with a tambourine, we will learn everything from him. - Having reasonedly, I shrugged my shoulders and took a short glance at my tent, the closeness of someone who obviously wants to receive a new portion of pure magic of the awning inspired.

- As you say. - Agial agreed with my decision not to fuss, and, as if nothing had happened, he calmly headed towards the Uklans bothering over the bowlers in order to find out what we have on the subject of filling the belly. I myself didn’t want to eat too much, so I confidently led the Marquis to the tent, she only turned around for an instant at the entrance and then confidently dived under the canopy, which was raised by me obligingly.

- I do not want to admit it, but I was waiting for you. - Turning to face me, looked into the eyes of Sorianna and, leaning forward slightly, hesitantly kissed her lips. A good result, very good, a man is a comfortable being, much smarter than a dog and trainable much faster. I quickly broke the kiss, not becoming tighten, and my hand confidently pushed the woman. Sorianna, screaming in fright, began to fall, waving her arms in fear. I did not let her fall on the tent floor, the bed instantly found itself in the right place and the marquise collapsed on a soft feather bed, her hair was beautifully scattered on the pillow, fear in her eyes and relief at the same time, breathing often and deeply, her chest heaving emotionally and seductively, is another matter .

- Do not do this anymore. - Hanging from above, I said calmly, looking with interest into my “victim” eyes.The fear of them has already evaporated, even though it is knocked out of the rut, the Marquise knows very well how it will all end, and she wants it, does not even try to hide emotions, like a real drug addict.

Now I kiss a woman belonging to me, not like her, timidly and as if on trial, but confident, businesslike, deliberately rude. I literally suck the air out of her, tightly covered her plump, moist lips with my own, ran my tongue into my mouth and amused myself, and her nose was already blocked, my Marquise could not breathe, and she would know about it very soon. But awareness came, Sorianna's eyes widened, but the kiss lasts and lasts, moment after moment, light notes of fear penetrate my feelings and make almost purring like a well-fed cat after a bowl of sour cream. Marquis twitched, reflex desire to push away in order to breathe, but her body is already fixed thin threads separated from the bed. The straps are thin and material, being invisible, they leave distinctly visible traces on the skin, the skin at the places of contact slightly reddens, which gives the marquise who has already started to panic an amazing look.

So, for another couple of seconds, with her mind she understands that I will not harm her anymore, but this does not prevent the body to panic after losing oxygen, she tried to bite my lip but stumbled upon strengthening the energy film, and the next moment I breathed through my nose I let her take some air from my own lungs, in passing filling this thin life-giving stream with a copious portion of pure magic. Just a gorgeous effect, Sorianna trembled distinctly in the shackles, the sweet languor filled her whole body, to the last cell of the body, and the kiss lasts and now brings her indescribable bliss. I repeated this trick a few more times, and each time more and more efficiently, having finished, I introduced the marquise into a kind of trance, the pupil was dilated, my breathing was completely subordinate to the rhythm I had set, and the lips that were swollen from an excessively long kiss pulled on me when I decided finally finish the prelude.

I step back and rather look at the creation of my hands, a very appealing sight. Beautiful, mature and so seductive in the Marquis, who absorbed her desire, beckons. My dick has long been ready for great accomplishments and with great force pulls down pants, waving at all with my hand, I begin to unbutton my shirt. Thanks to constant training, my level of control over the materialized energy has increased significantly, numerous probes that previously braided the body of the marquise without allowing it to move, now cleverly and quickly release the coveted body from the interfering wrapper, while not tearing it, namely removing it, unbuttoning all the numerous clasps on her dress. By the time I got rid of my pants and stood by the bed, Sorianna was completely ready for use. Without giving her a special freedom of choice, I myself put her in the right position, tightly swaddling all the same fetters.

She stands on the bed with her knees, her face and chest buried in the pillow, her arms are strapped behind her back so that her elbows are in contact, from which the shoulder blades are reduced to each other. In a normal state, such a posture will cause, if not pain, that obvious discomfort, but now she does not notice it. Having bent his back, Marquis shamelessly shows me his pussy, oily and shiny from discharge, with large, large lips swelling from the blood that has poured on them. I spend quite a finger between them, hot and slippery, the pad of my finger gropes for the clitoris and massages it, a wave of trembling rolls through the body of the awning and a contented moan is heard. Stroking my meaty ass a couple of times, I still join in and, without much fuss, I enter. Her bosom accepts me cordially and hospitably, the elastic walls of the vagina flexibly move apart and firmly embrace the thick trunk, feel it over the whole area, caress it, rejoice the guest sincerely and openly.

Sorianna turned her head to the side, leaning on the pillow with her cheek, closed her eyes and whined rather.The panting of the woman enjoying the moment now and then freezes for a moment, and the next second breaks out of her chest with a jerk, along with another groan. The marquise is literally beaming with happiness, her lust is satisfied, the emptiness in her is filled both physiologically and energetically, for now there is no closer person than me. I like it, I am not in a hurry to accelerate, I move slowly and very smoothly, allowing her to feel and taste every inch of the member who gives her such bliss. My palms gently stroke her ass, thighs, fingers playfully run over the gracefully curved lower back and sparks of energy from time to time break away from the skin, absorb Soianna’s magic-hungry body and bring it closer to the peak.

This is for her, I don’t really need such games, but she’s my future mother ...