- It's not up to you to decide! - Sindorel blurted out hotly, throwing the edges of her cloak, which again opened the view on the girl's breasts.

Not! - half-horse shook his head, but did not take his eyes off the gentle hills. - Yes, and I have no time. I have a post here. I can't leave him.

- Well, you can not do it yourself, so take me to those who can! - the elf issued, peevishly putting her hands on her hips, not even trying to hide herself again, but on the contrary, as if sticking a small chest forward.

- I have no time! The guard still resisted.

- I will reward you!

- What is it? I don’t need money, but you don’t have a good weapon, ”said the centaur, throwing a disdainful glance at the bow and sword standing by the tree.

- I think we will agree! - the elf said mischievously, having noticed the centaur's rebel interest for a long time, invitingly dangling under a powerful belly.

She came closer and shamelessly stroked the horse horseradish.

“He won't fit you,” the half-horse said with a wry smile.

- What's your name? - asked the young body continued to stroke palm trembling member.

“Kalan,” the guard answered hoarsely.

- So, Kalan, I have an idea.

With these words, the girl threw the penis of a disappointed centaur and went to her bag. Throwing off her cloak near her, the elf erotic, just like on the lake then, leaned over and took one of the fruits out of her bag. Crushing the pulp, Sindorel thickly smeared the chest and abdomen with oily juice. Then, invitingly wagging her ass, she reached a flat stone sticking up nearby, more like a sarcophagus, laid back on her and waved her hands invitingly.

- Put it on me, Kalan.

Two huge hooves immediately crashed down on a stone to the left and right of the girl’s head, and a thick horse member fit the girl from the pelvis to the very eyes.

Having embraced and having pressed herself with an oily shiny body to a quivering friend, the elf commanded - Begin!

The centaur did not wait for a new invitation and pushed his backside. His stake pleasantly slid over the gentle, wet and elastic body of the forest maiden. Having made a dozen movements, the over-excited centaur flooded the elf with a rancid slush. There were so many seeds that only slender legs remained uncovered, which simply were outside the affected area.

The guard who retreated back guiltily explained that he had been on the post long ago, and therefore had not had female caress for a long time. Spread over the stone Sindorel, now worried only how to erase the fetid slush from the face.

Having somehow risen, she wiped as much as she could, white drips of rare foliage here.

“Now lead me to the guides,” said the elf, wracking her cloak in disgust.

Throwing a spear on his shoulder, the centaur wandered in the right direction, periodically glancing at his companion so that she did not lag behind.

A couple of hours after dawn, they came to a vast clearing on which a dozen and a half guards were based.

- Stay here! - threw Kalan over his shoulder and rode ahead.

Sindorel dropped the half-empty bag from her shoulder and sat down on the nearest hillock. She was unbearably shriveled by drying horse sperm, but for many miles there was not a single stream. It only remained to dream about the coolness of the water and hope that no one senses the smell

Soon Kalan returned, leading the three armored guards behind him.

- Here she is. Pays for delivery to the other side of the woodland. This Klom, Swamps and Dlen, he introduced the satellites. And I have to go to the post, ”the pied centaur threw nervously and rushed off.

“Our comrade,” the man named Clom, the black centaur, began respectfully, “introduced us, but forgot to mention your name.”

“Sindorel,” the elf said shortly, immediately regretting her frankness.She, probably, is already looking for, and she here tells her name to everyone he meets.

- Good! We are also going to the other side of the wasteland, but in order to reach the safe bank of the river before sunset, we need to move very quickly.

- I run fast! - the girl assured him

- Then go ahead! - defiantly shouted the centaur, turning and moving on to the trot, quickly replaced by a gallop.

- She does not have time! - Twenty minutes later, the leader of the centaur shouting in apples was stopped by the leader, paying attention to the choking elf who had not managed to run so fast and so fast.

With a guttural curse, the crow turned around, picked up the hard-breathing Sindorel in his arms, threw her onto his back and resumed a frantic race with the inexorably moving sun.

The race lasted until sunset. With only the last rays of a dying luminary, a group of centaurs burst onto the burned bank of the river. Crossing the river ford, the centaurs halt.

The elf who has reached the water, bathed with pleasure. Quickly wash off the remnants of the dried seed girl took up hair. Washing off strands was not so easy, so she returned to the shore after an hour or more.

The centaurs, in the meantime, got rid of some of the armor, made a small fire and, for some reason, dragged a huge flat stone to the parking lot. A nude elf went to the fire, squeezing her hair along the way.

“Since you cannot run away by yourself,” the centaur said to the crow peacefully, “then we’ll take half of the payment now and half at the next stop.” So get your fruit, but you are welcome to the stone.

“Why did you decide that I would cry with you like that?” - woke up in the elf traces of pride.

- From you carried a copulation of ten miles! - the piebald interfered in the conversation.

- Yes, and Kalan told us everything! - added redhead.

With a shrug of her shoulders, Sindorel reached into her bag, appealingly, and habitually crushed the fruit in her hands.

- Better spread us! - He called out to the girl who had begun to rub the breast, the leader, invitingly shaking a considerable dignity that was already in full readiness.

Again shrugging her shoulders, an indifferent elf began to rub oil into a mighty barrel.

- The tips are stronger than you, - the blissful crow advised her.

Having smeared all three, the girl threw the crushed fruit into the dust and went, shaking her hips, to the stone. Thinking a moment over the uneven surface, she covered the stone with her cloak. And lay on top of her face up.

The half-horses, coming up from three sides, suddenly tightened the loops of the ropes on the elf's limbs nearest to them. Ignoring the indignant cries, they turned the light body upside down, then pulled the ropes, fixing Sindorel in stillness. Do not forget to tighten the fourth loop. Now the girl was crucified on a stone, with her legs wide apart.

- What the heck?! She screamed, unable to move any of her limbs.

- And you thought that I would carry you all day on a hump like some kind of horse, and then be satisfied, just rub yourself on your skinny boobs?

With these words, the leader picked up the fruit from the ground, finally crushed it in the palm of his hand and thickly smeared the opening ass. Then he broke off a piece and thrust it inside with a powerful movement, easily overcoming the resistance of the sphincter. Bound body shuddered coarsely. Having developed a little hole with his fingers, he became the front hooves on the stone.

The first attempt led only to the fact that, diligently oiled tip of a horse's penis, slipped on the back of the girl. Cries of indignation no one wanted to listen. The second attempt ended with a blow to the stone. The third, fourth and fifth, too, lead to nothing. Irritated leader jumped off the stone. Sindorel went for a bag and slipped that under the ass of the girl. After that, the mighty front hooves again thumped near her head.

- Open ka her ass! - ordered the crow.

The centaurs, watching the fuss, giggled merrily and approached the stone from both sides. Each put his hand on the closest to his butt fixed, heart-rending screaming that it will break, elf, and pulled over. All this led to the fact that a little developed anus opened.

Another unsuccessful attempt, and, behold, another powerful effort hammered a thick stake inward half a length. Sindorel sobbed and fainted.

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