But it was not so easy to embarrass the incubus, moreover: his gaze only increased interest, like that of a hunter who went to fetch a hare and stumbled upon a fat roe.

- You just do not know what you are giving up! - Scum so playfully and easily waved the tool of seduction, as if it were a hand.

- I know, I've been married for four years! - I retorted.

Incubus smiled at me, like an old man, wise with life.

“No man can give a woman such pleasure as I do!”

- My husband is a vampire! - I said insulted.

“You mean he has more?” - parried the incubus, turning slightly, so that I appreciated his offer against the background of the moon.

- Size is not important!

- Did this husband tell you?

- Not! - I clicked on the amulet, suspecting that he had been hysterical, but the thing did not seem to be in it. This bastard, in order to fail him, was irresistible even without demonic charm. - Vali from here, heard?

Incubus stacked from the bench, like a shadow, but was not going to leave. I did not have time to come to his senses, as he found himself in another corner of the courtyard, near Tar. The horse has not been grazing for a long time already, pulling out rare bunches of brackish grass from the cracks between the stones, but spun it with its ears, kicked and hoofed.

- Are you sure that you do not want to try this pleasure?

- Exactly !!!

- And to see?

To my extreme amazement, my frail mare not only did not try to hurt him, kick, or at least shy away, but unequivocally bent his back, pulled up his tail and thinned her eyes. Incubus fearlessly approached her from behind and patted the croup. The tar readily twisted the hind legs, and the long-haired handsome man without delay pushed his truly equine device into her.

Oghyrev from what is happening, I could only, that with a saggy jaw, stare at the scene that followed. I had no idea that so much passion lurks in my mare; however, the incubus also tried their best. In my opinion, their final chord was heard even in the village, and the stolid Velkin gelding recalled the youthless youth and encouraged the partners with a shrill neigh.

- Well, how? - asked the incubator, finally otlifnu from my horse. Tar continued to stand upright with a look: “I don’t know what it was, but it was good!”

- Your mother! - I barely squeezed out, not immediately realizing that the mare sees in front of him is not at all a man, but something fire-fringed and bushy-tailed. And in general, we knew little about the true appearance of the succubus, and the authors of the treatises on monstrology embodied in engravings not so much knowledge about this undead, so much their erotic fantasies.

Incubus mockingly laughed, and then the amulets burst with fine bone dust. As soon as I realized this regrettable act, the lower abdomen, hips and chest were filled with sweet female languor.

“Ready, witch?” - Incubus put so much passion into this innocent question, in general, that my over-excited carcass almost ended up on the spot. My throat was dry and I just croaked miserably something unintelligibly affirming. My hands slowly fell on my stomach. Fingers through the fabric of a nightgown ran through the gap between the legs and the inside of the thighs. No longer able to endure, I yanked off the cambric shirt over my head and threw it on the bench.

Incubus beckoned, and his legs carried me towards adventure. Before that, I had never noticed that when walking my lips between my legs rub against each other. Now this everyday fact has become as clear as day. The sensations were so pleasant that I even squeezed my legs stronger in order to strengthen the exciting feelings.As a result, I approached the incubus so obviously wigglingly (although, knowing my “grace,” rather twisting) my ass, that the ghyr of the seducer finally pressed against the owner's stomach.

Speaking of birds. Incubus, as you know, takes the form of a more or less likable object ... ghm ... of future presence. Size, shape, smell and taste (yes, succubi can satisfy even from the upper end) are also perceived by the receiving party in full accordance with their desires and preferences. Well, what's wrong with me ?! Why do I see a horse ghyr of an intimate front worker, and even such a length that the head does not reach the lower ribs just for a couple of fingers?

So, Volha, calm! You need to concentrate and present something more suited to your rich inner world. Here, for example, as our act of love with Lena before leaving. (Did you know that pink vampire sperm and that some of Dogeva's herbalists secretly buy it for especially killer decots, and some witches for the sake of a few bubbles of such rarity pick out sperm from all the cracks in the morning? Don't you know? did not tell). The horse incubator began to flow into something more familiar, cozy and not causing associations with the rat on a stick I had seen in Vaklakh. But then I remembered. Memory is obliging, like a poison maid, unfolding a vivid picture from the past in front of my eyes.

I am 12 years old. Skinny redhead always hungry girl. There is not even a hint of chest, ass and hips on boyish angular. I made a successful foray into the kitchen and, having gotten hold of rye edges and a couple of large boiled potatoes, I climbed under the roof of the school stable in order to successfully master the wealth with one wicket. Already after eating, I heard the door open. I gently hung out from under the rafters, ready to instantly set a shearer, but one of the cradles with hay suspended from the ceiling reliably masked me.

Uliana walked quickly along the aisle between the stalls. I recognized her, despite the cloak hood, by her chic, long, blue-black hair. We were a little familiar. She sometimes showed our course ways of walking into the city without the knowledge of the teachers. She was easy to communicate, intelligent, witty and was considered one of the best students in the Pythia faculty. Its release was to take place in two years, but its accuracy predictions were quite comparable with the prophecies of already practicing sorceresses. She praised for praise that it was easier to predict the future than to deal with the past. The teachers believed that the reason was her different way of entering a trance. But what exactly, she did not tell anyone.

Ulyana went to the stall with a stallion attached to her and made a pass with her hands, sealing all the entrances and exits of the stable. Throwing back the latch, she entered her horse and in one motion threw off her cloak. As you can guess from everything that is happening to me now on the seashore, under a raincoat my friend was completely naked, not counting black stockings with a belt. For the stallion, this was clearly not a surprise, and he, snorting, approached the hostess. Ulyana ran with thin graceful fingers on the withers and the back of the bay and went down to the stomach.

Here I first saw what the boys are proud of, and older girls dream. A long pink object resembling a gut appeared from under the horse's belly. Ulyana held him by the base with her left hand, while with her right she made sweeping graceful movements on him as if she wanted to polish a strange object. After a couple of dozen movements, a strange object was poured and hardened. The stallion screamed. His mistress smiled, knelt, and eagerly swallowed the ghyr to almost half. A little hesitated, she began to slide her mouth smoothly over the shiny pink barrel. The horse began to give a little croup, as if trying to penetrate deeper into Ulyana's mouth.

I sat neither dead alive. I knew with a bestial taste that Ulyana could not be seen.I did not understand what ghyra was happening, but I felt that it was something not intended for prying eyes. However, I still could not tear myself away from this fascinating spectacle. Moreover. Between the legs suddenly became very hot. When I ran my fingers into my pants and touched my smooth, still hairless crotch, my hand suddenly became wet.

While I stupidly stared at the transparent mucus between my fingers ... Read more →