as deep as he could, he was blissfully discharged. Cool boiling water filled the female insides. The jet, under great pressure, sprayed through clenched teeth, burning sponges. Sindorel only needed to hold his breath and open his mouth wider until the smoking seed flowed to the floor.

The fallen penis easily left the broken ass. Hot streams flowed along slender legs. She-Elf bitterly burst into tears. Time after time, it was used only to satisfy men's desires. Her body was a nozzle for a member.

Dry claps rang through the stall.

- Incredible! - said a lifeless voice from the aisle, - I thought you would die if not in the first five minutes then after the eruption, and you are still alive and even mumble something.

- pull me out! The captive squealed.

- No no. I need to examine you.

Shire was replaced by a lich. Bony fingers felt the buttocks, pulsating in attempts to close the sphincter and even the walls of the intestine.

- Feel me?

“Not now,” the girl replied, feeling the fingers stop groping her.

- Curious. But I put my hand on your shoulder and did not touch the walls. Well, here you have a hollow.

Light flashed. A section of logs gently flew off the wall and stood in the middle of the room. Nobody thought to free the maiden of the forest Leach began to study the throat and lips.

- That's how. The legs, and the chin with the lips are swollen from the hot seed, but all the mucous are intact. Not torn or burned. And books don't lie that elves are perfect females. I even begin to regret that I am deprived of the necessary organ.

- Let me out!

- Not. I like you so much more.

The light flashed again, and the logs returned to their place.

- Have fun! And I need to think, - declared a lich and went out, not paying attention to women's screams.

Sindorel began a new life. Now the horse pecked her body up to eight times a day. That quickly it is slow, then one ring, then the entire length. One of the nights had to spend in full coupling. The horse did not want to fuck her or leave her tight body. Only in the morning he finished, making only a couple of movements. Shire was pleased with his toy. An elf who was used by all whom she could calmly reacted to her current role, but the contact of her intestine with scarlet rings on the penis of the Shire caused feelings of burning alive, and it is difficult to accept this.

- Here is a hole! - declared a lich who came in a few days, - There would be a draft here - it would have whistled to the whole castle.

- Get me out! - moaned emaciated maiden of the forest.

- I will pull out, but under one condition!

- Anything! Bring four centaurs here and let them take me four at once, just pull me out!

- You're looking for everything ready! Then come with me and do what I say!

- Good!

There were three strokes of the staff on the floor. Thrice puffed light. The body of Sindorel was cleared of horse seed, the burns on the lips, chin and thighs disappeared, the stretched, forgotten ass as it closed, returned to normal size, and the body slipped from the logs. The latter was unsuccessfully greeted by a shire, but he was not ready to do anything against the lich's staff and simply burst out with displeased neighing.

- Come after me! - threw a lich and headed for the exit.

Elf obediently seeded behind the skeleton. She was very surprised that the body, which had been clamped in an uncomfortable pose by logs for several days, did not ache and did not tremble. It looks like dead magic can bring back strength.

A short walk through the stone corridors ended in a small round hall. The floor and the ceiling were lined with torches and candles. It was the brightest room of all that Sindorel saw here. Concentric circles and incomprehensible letters were painted on the floor.

“Get inside the circle between me and the middle.”

The elf obediently stepped over the inscriptions and stood where she was ordered.Dead read the words in an unknown language. Recitative went in circles. Each new entry sounded louder, and soon the roar of the skeleton was like thunder. The girl clamped her long ears, so as not to deaf. Finally, the mantra was cut short.

At first, nothing seemed to happen, but soon, in the very center of the floor pattern, a flame was kindled. From a fiery flash came a tall humanoid creature. His legs were hooves, curved horns flaunted on his head, and his muzzle was most like a bull.

The lich said something in the same language and poked his finger at the virgin forest trembling with fear. She wanted to escape, but she could not. Each line of concentric circles on the floor was an irresistible wall for it. The man arrived, stretched out his muscular arms and pressed the elf to a hot body, unexpectedly rather pleasant than burning.

The lich discussed something with the called being for a long time. Soon, they clearly agreed, and the creature turned its attention to its hushed burden. Looking into the almond-shaped eyes, he pressed on the greenish shoulders, putting the girl on his knees. To her considerable surprise, where she was ready to swallow something meat, waited emptiness. The pubis of the creature was smooth, without a hint of a sexual organ.

After enjoying the confusion of the maiden of the forest, the horned man pushed her, so that the girl lay back on the stone slabs and snapped her fingers, sparking sparks. A flame lit up between his legs, and a procession was made from it, the size of an elf's hand from elbow to fingers, with a clenched fist of the head.

Sindorel whined. She rolled onto her stomach and tried to run away on four bones. The size did not scare her. Such penises, she knew, would fit into her about ten pieces and even the centaur would fit. Scarecrow another. The rod was dark crimson of the heated steel, and the head was red-hot.

The owner of the luminous body, leisurely grabbed the waist, vainly trying to overcome the pattern of the elf. He lifted her to the required level and, with a sweep, planted a young body on her body so that the elastic ass loudly slapped on the stomach, and froze.

Sindorel could not scream. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish’s, but she made no sound. Eyes climbed from orbit. A hail of tears rolled down my cheeks. Her guts twisted and smoked like meat on a spit.

- Do not be afraid! - the lich said, - Your body will not suffer. You can make a fire in your offal and nothing will happen.

Hearing this, the elf finally sobbed loudly. As if waiting for this as a call to start, horned, took off the bat. Loud slaps spread through the nearby corridors. Elastic greenish buttocks dispersed in waves with each blow. The pace is increasing.

After a few minutes, which seemed to the forest maiden over the years, the creature's skin began to glow. In her opinion, the impossible happened - the pace increased even more. The girl stopped feeling how the red-hot head was pushing her flesh — the speed was so great that the walls of the intestine did not have time to take shape before the penis returned.

When the glow filled the whole room, the horned one made the last push and stopped. To the surprise of Sindorel, ready for a burst of lava that exploded in strength, which would score straight through her throat, nothing spilled into her. The flames inside the ass went out. The penis has disappeared. Mighty fingers unclenched, releasing their prey.

The elf fell to the floor, curled up and let loose tears. Her ass was still smoking, and there were two huge dark green bruises on her waist, in the shape of her paws.

The lich shouted something and clapped his hands. The creature laughed loudly. The dead man, obviously puzzled by this laughter, froze in place. An unbearably glowing half-man pointed his finger at the skeleton and shouted two words. From the tip of the finger fell fiery tape. The tape wrapped the dry bones, instantly burned the black hoodie and pulled the dead man into the center of the circle.

The lich desperately resisted. Continuously sounded strange words and flashed the staff. At some point, it seemed that he would be able to break free, but the fire ribbon bent and twisted the staff. He broke out and fell on the stone with large gray flakes.

When the muscular arms touched the white bones, both creatures disappeared in a powerful flash of light, leaving only a handful of ashes and an elf sobbing on the floor.

A light smoke from a tiny fire, barely noticeably rose into the sky. Sindorel was cold, but she did not want to risk it. A larger bonfire could attract the attention of anyone. Miraculously, getting out of the castle. Miraculously, sneaking past the goblins, the girl reached the centaur camp on the edge of a dark forest. There was nothing here, and the elf was starving for a week. Weakness spread over the muscles, I wanted to sleep more and more.

The distant clatter of hooves became the sound of hope. Three armored border guards burst into the parking lot. Having made several circles around the exhausted maiden of the forest, they stopped and bowed in a salute.

- Do you have food? - the naked girl has rushed in feet.

- We now do not take supplies reconnaissance. Sorry, one of the centaurs said dryly.

Sindorel crawled under the feet of the nearest semi-horse. Her palms closed on the centaur's sluggish penis and began to put him on alert. Dumbfounded by a bay, only stepped back legs.

- And the comrades did not lie! Said the blissful centaur cheerfully, whose flesh had already risen and was now violently polished with a wet tongue. The girl could not take such a cudgel in a tiny mouth, so she had to stick her tongue out and hastily lick a huge cudgel. Feeling that her partner is ready, the elf pressed her lips to the hole at the end of the penis. Often swallowing, she tried not to shed a single drop of fat seed, but the jet was powerful, and part of the white liquid spread over the girl’s chin, neck and breasts. Diligently gathering everything with her finger, she sent everything she could get into her mouth and, smiling blissfully, got out from under the horse's body.

Sindorel did not need invitations, she herself lay down on the stone slab with her stomach and she herself ran her hands through the rope loops. She even told the guards how much she should be tied to the stone. The elf did not even sob when the first of the centaurs burst into her ass, without any lubrication. Her stomach sang with joy, finally getting food and the girl was more likely to sleep than something depressing. Even continuous fucking with horse clubs of alternating centaurs did not prevent the maiden of the forest from sleeping all night.

Already in the morning the elf jumped up on the back of a fast galloping half-horse. Their path lay to their native forest. Home.