Having put herself in order, the girl curled up on the floor and gave way to tears.

So a few hours passed. The saving oblivion never came, so the young elf never stopped sifting in her fevered mind, numerous plans for revenge.

The night has come. Not inventing anything better, the elf put on another short costume, grabbed a short dagger and decisively flew out of the room.

Reaching the huge dwelling of the elders, who hates everyone and everything, Sindorel, snuck inside, deftly bypassing the rare guard.

Passing narrow corridors, she finally came out to the residential. Stealthily, she moved along a row of rare doors in search of the chambers of her senior adviser, who in the morning made her so shameful sentence.

Soon her attention was attracted by the muffled sounds coming from one of the doors. Coming closer and putting her ear to the board, she heard wet rales and frequent slaps. Finding a tiny slit and putting an eye to it, Sindorel was so surprised that she almost dropped her dagger. But no, there could be no doubt.

In the room was the very same Talking with the forest that she had found for the zombie squad in the morning. Only, a long dress, now she covered the floor, leaving an excellent overview of the slim body and evenly swaying chest of the third size. The speaker herself now did not speak at all, but enthusiastically swallowed the long thick member of the man standing in front of her in the page’s jacket, publishing the very moist rales at every thrust. The slaps issued the second page, with one hand firmly holding the priestess by both wrists at once, and the second, holding an elastic ass, which he so vehemently plowed, that the bare thighs collided, issuing claps. The sound picture was supplemented with wet flukes, obviously filled to the brim, buttocks. All signs suggested that what was happening had lasted for quite a long time.

In the head of the insulted girl began to ripen a new plan. She decided to wait until the speaker left alone.

I had to wait about twenty minutes, during which nothing in the room changed except for the added moans, exhausted from enjoying the pages. The action was completed only when the high priestess sandwiched between the men, huddled in a powerful orgasm. Having survived convulsions, a satisfied elf took turns bringing the pages to orgasm with her mouth. Being beautiful, she swallowed the sperm under the lustful approval of the men and, having sat for a moment on the floor, released the men.

Sindorel managed to hide behind the door that opened to the outside, miraculously unnoticed. After waiting for the pages to disappear behind one of the corners, the elf entered the priestess, closing the door tightly behind her.

Talking to the forest, still in the same position, sat on the floor. Sindorel had to insult snapping his fingers in front of his nose in order to get that one out of blissful trance.

- What do you allow yourself!? Screamed the indignant priestess, in a vain attempt to cover her bare breasts with a dress.

“And what does the Speaker allow himself to do with the forest, which must remain pure and chaste until the end of his days!” - gloatingly gave out Sindorel, waving a knife in excess of feelings, - Talking to members instead of the forest! What will the council of elders say to this?

- What do you want? - the priestess who has realized the puncture has frightened asked. For insulting the forest relied painful execution.

“Tomorrow, hanging on your wooden members, you will declare that you need to forgive me and immediately join the rangers!”

- So you're the one punished! - guessed saying, - I'm afraid this is impossible child. When there is a forest in me, I say no longer, but he.

- Then think of another way! - screamed annoyed Sindorel, a bold plan which broke, - Or should I ask the elders?

- Not! The priestess shouted, throwing herself at her feet and wringing her hands in prayer, “Just not that! Only not so!

- In this case I am waiting! - Powerfully threw the girl, independently folding her arms on her chest.

- I know only one way to become a ranger, bypassing all the tests and rules! - after a long deliberation said Speaking.

- Which one?

“You must return our ancient tablets from the dark side of the forest!” Then you can not only become a ranger, but also the head of the city!

This prospect powerfully played on the ambition of a young elf.

- How to do it? There are no signposts in the dark forest!

- Come with me! I'll give you a card! Said the priestess, getting up on her trembling legs after a powerful orgasm, and resuming her attempt to put on a dress.

- And I will not attract attention?

- Exactly! Take the cape from the chest. So the guards will think that you are a novice and will not ask questions.

When the women got dressed and put themselves in order, the priestess led her blackmailer through numerous corridors, driving her deeper and deeper into the roots. At first, Sindorel was very nervous at the sight of the guards, but having passed the sixth post, she relaxed. And when, following the long dress, she entered the repository of ancient artifacts and did smile at all, realizing that she was not being deceived.

- Here she is! - said the priestess after a brief search in countless shelves and chests between the roots. - Take it! She will show you the way! Bring a tablet, and everything will be yours!

- How do I know her? - Asked the blackmailer, looking at a map pointing the way to some ruins in a dark forest, - I've never seen her.

- This is something like a book.

- Books? Yes, in those ruins of such a hundred can be! And even a thousand!

- You will not confuse this book with anything! It shines with a soft light.

“What's so valuable about her?” Why is it so elevated because of her?

- The tablets contain the knowledge of the ancients. About power, about the nature of things and the like. Possessing them will make our people a lot stronger.

Or just me! The girl thought to herself. Oh, hold on then everyone!

“Well,” she interrupted the speech of the great priestess. “How can I get through a deceptive wasteland?”

“Only border guards can help you with this, but I will not help you negotiate with them.” No one knows what they will ask for as guides.

- Somehow agree, - confidently declared the young elf.

“Then I will take you outside.” But look - the guardians, after a day or two, will notice the loss. Your disappearance will not leave them either. So hurry up. Go now. The chase will not go after you in a dark forest, but in any other place will certainly catch.

Having waited for understanding nod, the Speaker with the forest gently brought the blackmailer to the surface. Wishing that one a trace of all good, the priestess hoped that the one who had left would never return from her campaign. After all, there are so many dangers. In order to calm her nerves, the high priestess immediately invited four of them, who were in awe of her person, the pages to her room and gave herself to frenetic debauchery until the end of the night.

Sindorel returned to the room, grabbed a hiking backpack, stuffed it with edible fruits and changeable clothes. Collecting a backpack, she flew out and rushed to the wall. Darkness was not a hindrance for her, she knew her city very well, so that she could move as fast as she could in the branches, moving as fast as in the daytime. Forces gave the prospect of gaining power and retribution. She has already become the youngest member of the city council, and her enemies have already fallen down in endless repentance. She will ban them all into cages and give them to the wolves!

Reaching the wall, she flew into the storage room. The girl was met with a frown of four storekeepers, who remained on duty for the night, the watchman military good.

“I need a war bow ...” began the elf, trying to imitate the confident voice of the rangers mentor, “A quiver of arrows, a long sword, armor, and two, no, three spare bowstrings.

- Did you guys hear? - He sighed, listening to the tirade senior storekeeper. - She need!

Comrades answered him with a friendly voice.One even began to knock his knee with his fist, unable to restrain the fun.

- And we, too, need a lot of things! - the senior storekeeper continued, slowly approaching the girl.

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