in herself she is slow. Like pushes. When the thick jelly of thoughts finally dissipated, I realized that the tremors were not at all caused by a muddy consciousness, but they were happening in reality.

Near her head was a pinch hoof of a centaur cheerfully working in it. The thrusts measured three-quarters of horse meat into the inflamed gut of the girl. She even seemed to feel the tip of her chest. Having managed only to be surprised that she was able to survive such penetration, experiencing the incredible stretching of Sindorel, she felt a powerful splash of seed into her gut. A few more jolts and a young body freed from a huge guest.

Above the girl's head bowed leader.

- Aah ... I came to myself! - stretched the centaur, looking into his eyes bulging from the strain, - Do not be afraid. You can take it. Oh, so you elves arranged. Your bodies bend well and stretch. So you and the two Centaurs will accept without problems. This, by the way, is coming tomorrow. And even after that, if after a couple of days some elf will get into you with its small pod, it will be as crowded as us.

What can you say! Comforted! I wanted to shout to the girl, but only wheezing broke out of her dry mouth. Seeing this, the leader ran to the river and got his mistress drunk. With the last drop of water, the last centaur burst into the girl without meeting any resistance, easily parted her tight ass. And without that swollen belly swell even more.

Fifteen minutes later, which seemed like a tormented hole as an eternity, a new jet struck inside. Sensing the nausea approaching her throat, the elf had only time to open her mouth, as she was vomited abundantly by horse seed.

“That's right, don't hold back,” he advised, having just finished a half-con, taking out the member from the girl and stroking her soft hair.

“Filled to the brim,” commented the piebald who came up.

In the broken ass, again, burst meat friend of the leader. The night was just beginning.

- What is the elf choice we got! - blissfully he spoke to the black man, cheerfully ramming his ass, which is already unable to close. - Do not cry, do not interfere, and screamed for a long time!

Strengthening the pushes so that the ropes creaked, the centaur was able to enter the entire length of his device. Sindorel could only feel like a meat spoon, roughly mixing its insides. She didn't have the strength to shout. Only tears slowly flowed down her cheeks, reflecting her emotions.

Before the first ray of the sun, tireless centaurs, often replacing each other, stretched tender flesh. Everyone was now trying to enter the stretched body as deeply and as often as possible.

At dawn, utterly exhausted elf, untied from the stone.

- Will you have breakfast? - asked the piebald centaur, carefully thrown on Sindorel, wet, soaked in sweat, tears, but most of all horse seed, raincoat.

- Not! - squeezed the girl, glancing at the swollen belly, in which, despite frequent vomiting, there was a lot of fat seed left there unnatural way.

Feeling the edges of the hole, which turned her ass, Sindorel, hard hobbled to the river. Each step responded with excruciating spasms of muscles stiff in immobility and convulsions of the sphincter unable to close.

Somehow having washed herself, the elf threw in vain attempts to wash off her raincoat and indifferently threw it into the river. She didn’t even try to wash off copious hairs, leaving them to hang down with a single wet matte.

Having reached the shore, I threw a backpack over my shoulder, which strongly smelled sperm, having previously attached a bow and a sword to it. And climbed onto the back is already waiting for her leader. The race has resumed.

Despite the stormy sleepless night, the centaurs did not even think of showing signs of fatigue. It even seems to have gained speed.

On the second stop, the centaurs fulfilled their threat of fucking her in twos. They had to pick the right posture for a long time, but the girl was pierced by two penises at once. How it survived her long-suffering ass, she could not imagine. This time she did not lose consciousness. This time she slept. Restless sleep was interrupted by the change of partners and the need to almost twice as often vomit, relieving an overabundance of semen penetrating the stomach.

At dawn, the centaurs again untied Sindorel from the stone.

“Our paths diverge, forest maiden,” the leader began, take care. You have a lot of dangers ahead. And zombies are not the worst of them. Look under your feet and sleep by the fire. Our patrols are here every other week. We will warn them about you and the payment you offer.

Having finished their solemn speech, the centaurs bowed playfully and galloped off into the distance, leaving behind them a cloud of dust.

Sindorel had to spend two more days at the site. With the anus opened in the eternal yawn, you cannot go far. But the leader did not lie, in the evening her palm hardly penetrated into her ass, and by the morning of the third day, the elastic greenish ass could no longer be said about the meeting, not only with the centaurs, but even with a finger. So the elf, only slightly frowning on the bumps, continued on her way, starting to check the map.

The week that followed was surprisingly calm. A pair of felled zombies do not count. By all indications, she was already close.

The desired ruins finally loomed in the distance at the end of the tenth day of the journey. Sindorel threw the empty bag and with only one weapon she rushed to run, but instantly stumbled over some kind of stone, fell flat on the ground, tearing the blood of her delicate skin and ripping her knee to the bone. The quiver which has appeared under the girl has fun crunched thin shafts.

- Damn you! - Annoyedly threw elf, which has become a useless bow. And froze, hearing the noise behind. A bump turned out to be a stone troll, snoozing in a hole he had dug.

A powerful blow to steel on an ugly head, only struck a spark. The troll roared and went on the attack. The second blow of the sword fell on the open palm of the troll. The steel crunched and shattered into fragments in the stone palm. A careless push threw the maiden of the forest to the ground. The troll roared and swung his fists for the final blow.

The girl who saw it, in the awareness of the last moment of her life, only one thing occurred to her. She rolled onto her stomach and invitingly pulled out her ass.

Death did not come. After a couple of minutes, the elf, who was closing her eyes in fear, felt the rough paws on her thighs. Paws in a businesslike way raised the girl. Something cold had just attached itself to the edge of the anus just recently. In one powerful movement, the troll drove a huge, covered with rare stones, a penis into an elastic ass.

Penis seemed heart-rending screaming girl, even more than two horse at once. Each troll's push knocked all air out of Sindorel's lungs. Sharp stones ruthlessly scratched the hot inside. Her screams were heard, probably, by the whole world.

The uterine rumble, the monster at first, slowly pulled its victim over the entire length of the mighty, freaked-up trunk. Then, in rocking, even more carefully, squealing flesh.

Thus expanding the passage, the troll began to make powerful sharp shocks. Easy holding the elf by the hips, he fiercely explored the hot depths.

The flat, pumped up tummy, of which Sindorel was so proud, swelled at every jolt, reflecting the path being laid by a semi-stone club.

After a time, deciding that the girl is not narrow enough. The troll grabbed her body on his stomach. Now he controlled the tightness of his piston to the moist, hot bowels of the violent elf. The troll is essentially just jerking off using a greenish body instead of hand cream.

In an hour or two, the monster ended up inspired. The girl's greenish belly swelled again, filled with a powerful stream of troll seed.

The satisfied giant threw the annoying toy to the ground and went to fill up his hole.

The girl who had risen with difficulty, looked round and screamed even louder than when her gut was roughly stretching the stone. Behind her, the dead walked in uneven rows.There were so many of them that they filled all the visibility from edge to edge of the floodplain.

“They must have come running at my screams!” Sindorel thought out loud, slowly backing away from the wall of the dead.

Ludicrously jerking her legs, the elf ran to the ruins. Having rushed inside a small stone complex, she saw through the breach in the wall that the zombies were coming from all sides. No exit.

Only one thing remains. Immediately find the damn tablet and with its force break through. Elfmaid swept among the stones. The dead were all arriving, inexorably reducing the search radius. Having run into a large building, at the last moment, pushing the dead man out of the way, the girl rested herself on a tightly littered staircase, but an open descent inspired hope. The passage led to a small dark corridor.

Without noticing a stone on the floor in the dark, Sindorel crashed down. Stars flashed in their eyes.

The girl who recovered in a few minutes, saw a faint glow in the distance of the corridor.

- Here it is! The elf exclaimed, pushing away the dead man who had already come down. With new hope, she rushed forward to the light.

The light came from a massive chest that stood by the earthen wall. The cover did not give in to the weak influence of a tired elf. Finding a padlock, she swore loudly. Returning to the slowly moving zombie wall, the girl grabbed one of the stones and dragged him to the chest.

With the third attempt managed to knock down the lock. The dead were already breathing in the back. With the last effort, tearing off the lid, which had become clouded by time, the girl lust peered inside. Finally, she will be saved, and her offenders will pay for everything. Peering into the glowing inside of the chest, the young elf froze. She did not react to the lingering touch of the dead flesh to the back, nor then when the sharp teeth bit into the tender maiden flesh.

In the trunk, in the earth waking up through the cracked wooden heel, light-bearing mushrooms bloomed.