children, I have to tie her to myself as tightly as possible, which means gingerbread is the best option. Games and games, and also not from volcanic iron, somehow imperceptibly begin to accelerate gradually, movements lose their smoothness and gain strength, pressure and power of true desire. Marquise's pussy so excitingly squishes and smacks while letting in and releasing my penis, the rhythm loses its grace and beauty, becomes ragged and impulsive, movements turn into strong, sharp jolts. I go out more than half and sharply pounding the member to the stop, significantly pushing Sorianna into the cervix. The marquise cries softly, but now this pain seems pleasant to her, now for her anything will seem blissful and it will provoke even more. Both palms firmly lie on the skin of the thighs, sweating and glistening from the sweat that has protruded, squeezing them with all my strength, helping myself with my hands, literally pulling Sorianna on my cock, from this movement her nipples are tightly pressed to the pillow, rub against the fabric, my woman now and then rolls his eyes and frantically tries to breathe, but the lungs do not obey.

In the air, several copies of my palms materialize, two of them dive to the marquise's head and, grasping it under the chin, with force pull it upward, making it painfully to throw back the head, another palm, gathering lush hair in the tail and winding itself, pulling, helping companions tear the body of Sorianna, hoarse from such treatment, from the bed. They manage to do this; a woman held in such a grip rises above the bed, her mouth is now closed, her teeth are tightly compressed, each strong exhalation inflates her nostrils, makes the wings of her nose flutter and whistle, and the moans become deaf and more harmonious. The awnings' heavy, heavy breasts sagged down to the bed itself, swaying beautifully to the beat with my pushes and beating on the awning body with slaps, as if pushing a lazy horse. Two more palms began to torment her nipples, twisting and pinching them, kneading and massaging, provoking and increasing the sensitivity already brought to the highest level.

The final stroke was the palm on her clitoris, catching a swollen and pronounced tubercle, caressing it, shamelessly splashing abundantly incoming grease to the sides. And Sorianna's body reacts to all this excessively active, the smell in the room stands indescribably stupefying. Light notes of perfume, floral chords of shampoos and creams, interweaving of sweat and drowning out almost all the symphony of natural lubrication, more acute than ever before. Sensing it, you begin to lose your head, the angle of view narrows to the limit, the whole world ceases to exist and only she and her raging vagina remain, which is chomping over and over, absorbing the member hiding in it. People are animals, conscious of themselves, thinking and walking on two legs, but still animals, and it is impossible to do anything about it, instincts will always take their own.

A flow of magic emanates from me, overwhelms the marquise, is sprayed inside the tent and concentrates, unable to leave the walls of pure energy. In my chest I roar and gurgle, something dark and all-consuming, unable to restrain emotions, swinging and slamming hot Sorianna on my ass, the imprint of the palm begins to appear, too clear and distinct, then there will be a bruise, but now she neither interests me.The palms that held her chin and hair abruptly leaned towards me, jerking the woman to straighten up, my own, alive and warm hands clasp the body of a woman, fingers greedily squeeze on her chest, this paradise flesh, elastic and supple, and Sorianna already just whimpers, unable to moan from overwhelming her strength. A moment, a missed heart beat, covers me and I begin to pour vigorously over with sperm, driving the quivering member into the marquise as deeply as possible. I feel it, so it feels the burning inside the seed and also falls into the abyss, convulsively shudders and trembles in my hands, a little more and the nervous system will not withstand the overload, but everything costs.

Here Sorianna went limp in my arms, heavy breathing breathing is clearly heard in the silence of the tent. Tiredly take out a member, immediately close its crotch with a power film, not allowing sperm to flow out, pushing it inside, deeper, forcing it to penetrate further, forward, to the goal. Sorianna feels it all, but now she does not understand, falls wearily on the bed. I, a little shaky, looked at the ragged sheets, made them absorb all the excess, let it go through to the ground under the tent, I update, now the bedclothes are clean and fresh again, fall beside.

Every time, as at first, you forget about everything for a while, and when your head clears up a bit, thoughts return. Almost without regaining consciousness, Sorianna fell asleep, firmly pressing her breast against me and resting her cheek on my shoulder. Such a defenseless, now she herself comes to bed, and after that time, almost every time she becomes pregnant with one hundred percent probability. I will not influence the process in any way, the son or the daughter is not so important, but only ... Somehow everything develops quickly, too quickly, I just don’t have time to take a breath as events run forward. I myself am to blame for this, it was not necessary to force the situation so ardently. Now Sorianna, princess, Earl, faithful as a dog Eve, Molai-Ha, Borms detachment, Bruoch, Kuglar ... are on me ... And building a house, plans to start a civil war, killing magicians ... When I managed to fasten so much on myself responsibility?

Squinting, he looked at Sorianna, exhausted and carelessly sniffing, she was fine, all she had to do was spread her legs, others would do the rest, but what should I do? Some strange melancholy seized the soul, stopped its run for a moment and immediately the question "Fuck?" Surfaced. Not in vain, oh, how not in vain, Vladimir called me "Young asshole." I felt strength and began to grab at everything, and now I have to clear up a bunch of tasks, but at least ... Why is it forced? I'm a necromancer, right? Child of darkness, horror in the night, self-willed and freedom-loving dark magician commanding death or who? Evil for the sake of evil is not quoted, stupidly and irrationally, I have a goal and I remember it well, only nobody said that I have to reach it tomorrow or in extreme cases the day after tomorrow. As one of my friends used to say, sometimes it is very useful to take a breather, stop and take a good look at the situation, and maybe even clever thoughts will come to mind. After a little more thought on this extremely wise thought, I got out of Sorianna’s embrace and, pulling on my trousers, left the tent in search of Eve and Horial, it’s time to give instructions to my servants.

The issuance of valuable instructions did not take a lot of time, Eve and Horial, whom I decided to leave behind the main ones, understood me very well. Yes, there is nothing special to understand, nothing global or important, I did not instruct them. All questions were organizational and it took time to complete them: to build a good home for all of us, to organize a network of observers and informants, to organize army formations with recruits, in all this my direct participation is not required. And I ... And what am I? I am not stony, and in general, I have fallen into another, radically different world from my homeland, so why sit in a deep forest? I want to travel around the Empire, learn it, feel it, so I take a vacation. As for the princess, I entrusted the care of her to Eve.He ordered the Servant not to offend the girl, I will need the Emperor's daughter much later, but now let him hang out, sit for a month or two in the deep forest in complete ignorance, it will only benefit her.

When I was about to leave, I woke Kuglar, mumbled something about debts and collectors, about some woman, brothel and wine. Realizing that nothing serious happened, he ordered the young engineer Eve to solve the problems and, leaving his flock, through the teleport, Horial jumped into one of the cozy towns in the northeast of the Empire, my vacation began.