“A woman appeared in one moment as if she was just waiting for him to call her. Stick did not immediately notice that something was wrong. Wendy appeared right in the meadow, where he trained and literally pounced on him clutching his bare-breasted body and began to lick it passionately, alternating it with kisses. She was dressed only in body painting under camouflage. Taken aback at the first moment. "Is it really my fantasies?" Stick, nevertheless, was not taken aback and, having rested the saboteur in the nearest tree, planted her for the most eggs.

- ABOUT! Yes! Like this! How nice! Yes! Oh! Wendy moaned, her hands resting on a tree trunk and stooping. - Sir, please give me everything! Pour me your power!

- Get a lustful bitch! I'll pump you up to the ears! - Stick Stik mercilessly hammering a woman.

A real Wendy would have bruises, if not fractures, from the strength and passion that a man put into every move, but this Wendy only moaned louder with pleasure. Soon her pussy shrank and Stick snarling lowered into her bosom.

The woman turned over as soon as he had finished draining and squatting, she sucked the rod of love at full length. With one hand she played with the Stick's bells, and with the other she caressed herself downstairs, holding and smearing the sperm flowing out.

Raising Wendy's trunk like an insatiable cat again clung to the Stick.

“Sir, please give me your beautiful penis,” she whispered with a mad look. - He is so big, so fat. I can not stand so want him.

Somewhat taken aback at such a sticking head, he tore her hair away from him.

- My Lord! I want you so much! - Wendy blurted hotly, smearing cum on her body and mixing with dissolving paint. "

Note from the author: At the beginning there is a plot and if you are only interested in it, scroll to the very end.

Call

The black-haired and black-eyed man in the prisoner's orange robe was sitting in a solitary cell. Oh, I thought about life and waited for my green mile. The die was cast, the stakes were made and nothing seemed to change.

Suddenly a bright white light appeared right under his feet. The man instinctively tried to dodge the light. He lay with his feet on the bed, rolling away closer to the latticed door to call for the guard. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw fancy letters, as if flashed by a projector, ripple through the shabby, inscribed walls and in all languages.

The man opened his mouth to call for help, but at that moment, as if the flash of an old camera clicked and everything was plunged into darkness.

Alex

Blinking the man saw a big grotto. The ceiling and walls were lost in the darkness. Weak deathly pale light gave only large crystals of stalactites and stalagmites scattered here and there.

- What the heck!? - a stunned man breathed.

- Greetings to you hero! - came from somewhere. - My name is Alex.

The man turned sharply, springing up and ready to jump or hit.

In front of him stood a man in black clothes that most resembled judogi (judo clothing). His hair, collected on the back of his head, was gray, and his face was wrinkled. At the same time, his oil-black eyes looked stern and confident.

The old man stood with a semi-sided confidently trampling barefoot stone slabs of the floor. It seems years, no matter how many they could not persuade him.

- My name is Stick! What the hell is going on here!? - the guest cried out more confidently, appreciating the host.

- I called you here so that you fulfill one of my small requests. - the old man allowed himself a slight smile.

- What and for how much? - the man also smiled slightly, slightly relaxing.

“I want you to kill the kings.” - answered the old man.

“Hmm ...” the man’s grin widened. “Even for Africa, training, people, means are needed.”

- Of course, - the old man turned the body to the interlocutor. - I will provide you with training, and I think you will find the people to your liking.

- How much? - The old man began to cause interest.

- I have hidden gold, which can be enough for you for a lifetime. But most importantly, if you are not a fool, then you can get everything you want in your hands. Money, women, lands, slaves, jewels, everything you can hold.

- What guarantees? - strictly asked the man.

- No - just spread his hands the old man.

- And if I refuse? - the man raised his eyebrow questioning again.

- I'll kill you. - this phrase didn’t cause any emotions at all to the cave owner as if it were completely mundane.

- Where are we? - the man's brain has already begun to calculate the possible options for battle / flight.

- Northern mountains of fire. Heard about these? - if the old man felt threatened by the interlocutor, he did not react to it at all.

“Is Beijing from here two miles to the north?” - a man went over in his head all the landmarks he knew that could be called the fiery mountains and, unfortunately, he was gaining a great deal even though he didn’t remember such a place name.

- Ha! - the old man allowed himself a grin. - In this world there is no such city. Come, I'll show you.

Alex waved his hand and in it, like a magic, a bamboo pole appeared, with which he pointed somewhere behind the Stick.

"Ha," Stick grinned to himself. - “If I foolishly rushed at him, I would get this stick and, if there is lead inside, it would just break my skull”

The old man passed by as silent as a shadow and dissolved into darkness.

Cursing on the move, the guest rushed after the owner, covering his head with his hands so as not to break it on an occasional stone.

In the supposed exit from the grotto, the darkness was at least an eye if there was silence. Stick made his way, feeling like a blind kitten and swearing at every step.

Soon, he heard his master deliberately loudly slapping his bare feet on the stone floor, and his staff began to scrape the wall with a characteristic crack.

The man hurried so that the sounds did not subside completely. He seemed to be wandering in darkness for ages. His training feelings succumbed, including the sense of time and space.

Finally he was doused by a strong frosty wind. Stick walked out of the tunnel and found himself on a small stone balcony without a hint of a railing. The icy wind ruffled his hair and orange robe in an effort to freeze it through.

- Look! - Alex said, without turning around and pointed forward towards the horizon.

Stick looked forward and whistled.

- Mother of God Virgin Mary! - burst out from the amazed man.

In front of them stretched to the horizon the earth, covered with stones and ash. Not a blade of grass, not a single living thing. Dead terrain and cold mist.

“You can try your luck right now,” said Alex. “Perhaps you can even reach the northern steppes.”

“And move the horses on the grass, and not on the stone,” the man grinned, shaking from the penetrating cold. It was clear that even if he suddenly came, he would be so exhausted that he would not be able to hunt, and finding food right under your feet is too much luck.

- Look! - Alex raised his stick pointing up. The master of the gloomy citadel seemed to arrogantly ignore all the vagaries of the weather.

Stick lifted his head and whistled. Not a single familiar star is a constellation, even though the man did not consider himself a great expert in astronomy, but he could navigate through the stars in any part of the Earth and at any time of the year. But the most important thing is a whole garland of moons big and small. Wherever he is now, it certainly was not his usual Earth.

The owner turned and, without another word, headed back to the inky darkness of the caves, and the man hurried after him.

“You can sleep here,” said the old man, when, after a while of wandering in the dark, they found themselves in a small dead end.A thin crevice in the floor threw bloody answers on the ceiling and parts of the walls. From her warmth that in the dank stone ...