Goblins.

Stick with companions was already in the south of Chrysania. He sought to land on the bank of Darei in order to get on the ship and without problems get directly to the Azure port, which is located just at the mouth of the great river. All the way, they avoided major roads and settlements without knowing what might be waiting for them, so they were pretty exhausted.

He stood right in front of them calmly and completely without hiding.

The undersized creature in a big cone-shaped hat is like a Chinese or Vietnamese peasant. Greenskins in camouflage coloring. Narrow slit eyes, but damn big nose and ears. A raincoat with stripes like a camouflage net, a unloading vest, bracers and leggings on top of the pants with belted sash.

Stick jumped off the horse, slowly raised his hands showing empty palms, then made two claps and defiantly shook his hands. So welcome goblins, demonstrating peaceful intentions. Literally means my hands are empty. I don’t melt my weapons because everyone knows how accurately they shoot and throw darts and how deadly their poisons are.

“Greetings, Brother Steppe,” Stick said.

Steppe's brother is a respectful name for goblins, but it rarely sounds because goblins lead a rather isolated lifestyle.

The goblin repeated the man’s greeting.

“Good luck DamMau,” whispered the goblin as if the wind was playing grass.

DamMau grinned Stick to himself. Translated means bloody demon. In goblin mythology, the source of universal evil is the eternal adversary of the Great Spirit. And this is not even an insult. Goblins of all people are called DamMau for the fact that from time immemorial adventurers attack goblin villages.

For a while they stood looking at each other. Caroline shimmered in the saddle, looking around.

“The shaman wants to talk to you,” the goblin finally spoke.

- Wow! - Wendy exclaimed in amazement. Now she was wearing an emerald sari and henna painting on the face and hands.

“This is a great honor for me,” Stick said with a bow.

“What do you say to Wendy,” he asked in his mind. - I feel five. It looks like crossbows. I do not feel the tension.

“And five more in the second round,” Wendy replied. - They have pots with dope.

- What I think would like to kill, would the same mother goblins kill immediately. What assassins to look for, - Stick smiled grimly.

Meanwhile, the goblin turned and went over the hill.

“Girls, if anything, jump, full of spirit,” said the man, taking the horse by the bridle and following the goblin.

“Yes, sir,” Amako said calmly, and lightly touched the horse's heels.

“You couldn’t talk, hero,” Caroline chuckled, trying to hide her nervousness under bravado.

The goblin shaman is the main person in the camp and the unquestioned authority. Shamans are skilled in providence and the creation of hassles. Their main task in time to feel the danger and lead away all. Often goblins arrange traps and ambushes leaving hapless adventurers to live on the ravens. The fact that the shaman wants to meet with a man is simply unheard of.

The camp appeared unexpectedly. It was empty and now they are in front of the shaman’s yurta covered with hides and painted with blood.

The goblin opened the canopy inviting to enter and Stick stooping because the entrance for him was rather low.

A fire was burning in the middle of the yurt and a goblin with long gray hair was sitting behind it. He himself is white as chalk with blue letters all over his body. Withered like a mummy. In one loincloth.

The shaman's eyes are closed. He dragged himself long like an Indian with elegant carvings and even with feathers attached to the base of a pipe and let out a ring of smoke.

It was as if it was a signal from a young goblin who was next to him and gave him a cup of water.The goblin took a sip and returned the bowl, then the little goblin hurried to carry it to the man.

Stick leaned over again to take the bowl and taking a sip of it returned.

The shaman again dragged on and released a ring of smoke.

“Let's go,” said the goblin that brought them here.

He led them to a black tent with white letters.

“Sit down,” said the goblin and left.

When the women dismounted, the young goblins led the horses to the confingment and gave them water and feed, and then began to clean them.

Inside the tent the hearth burned and blankets and pillows were spread out.

A wide barrel stood over the wall, over which steam was flowing from hot water.

“Girls, this is clearly for you,” Stick grinned.

“Yes, sir,” Amako replied, and as she emerged from the dress, she walked toward the water.

- How rough! Want to say it stinks from me? - remonstrated Caroline.

“No, but shouldn't the maid of honor care for herself?” - Stick looked into her eyes.

“I’m not a maid of honor anymore, but after all this terrible road ...” the woman wrinkled her nose looking around at herself. - A hot bath, perhaps, by the way. But you come with me. I don't want you to stink when I'm all so clean.

The man laughed and they all three climbed into the water, but Stick put his weapon under his arm.

The water heated from the large hot stones that lay on the bottom so the floor was uneven at the same time on the stones that it was already slightly cooled it was convenient to sit down then the water was on the neck.

“Mmmm,” Caroline said blissfully. She sat flushed with hot water. - I did not think that they have something like that.

- Thought they were completely wild? - Stik grinned admiring her body.

“You know, everyone thinks so,” the woman waved aside without opening her eyes.

“But this does not prevent them from buying goblin goods,” the man sighed, taking a jar of local soap and approaching Amaco.

“Everyone is proud of the goods of elves, but no one admits that he bought something from goblins or gremlins,” Caroline smiled. “They'll just say they bought from Midnight Lords.”

The stick lightly applied the creamy substance to the skin of the girl and then began to stroke her hands, spreading and rubbing it slightly. Amako breathed more deeply the blood rushed to her body, making her dark skin darker. The man stroked her small breasts, flat stomach, elastic and tight ass, straight back. He walked by hands caressing each finger. Of course I did not forget about the neck and face. Then he went down below where he felt a different moisture.

- Good girl Amaco. Beautiful girl Amaco. Strong girl Amaco. The gentleman is proud of you, he whispered in her ear. - Amaco is always obedient. Always performs what she is told. Amako is very pleased with the lord.

Amako easily lifted one of the water out of the water, and then the other leg so that the man could walk his hands and over them. Then using a scoop, he rinsed it. Amako looked at Stick with admiration.

“Heh,” Caroline said, opening her eyes. - What about me?

Amako threw a murderous look at her, but immediately regained control of herself.

“I don’t even know,” said the man thoughtfully. “I have to wash myself too, and you know you stink.” Some do not tolerate this.

“Here is a bastard,” Caroline grinned.

“Sir,” Amako intervened, picking up the palms of the bath oil.

“I'm all yours,” Stick smiled at her.

Amako flashed a smile and immediately began to rub his chest.

- Demons! Yes you are kidding! - exclaimed Caroline when she saw how Amako sank to the erect member of the man.

“Come on, move over,” she said, pushing Amaco away. - See how it is done by the peasant.

Caroline lathers her breasts and squeezes this wand between her lush twins and starts to rub it.

Amaco already grabbed Caroline by the hair when she saw the gentleman's smile. Having released the woman, she walked behind the man’s back and spread the soap on herself, pressed her whole body and clasped the Stick with her hands.

“They forgot about me,” Wendy exclaimed. - I want to have fun too!

And with these words dug into the lips of men.

- Oh, you are the most holy Mary! Snarled Stick and roughly finished right on Caroline's face.

- Well, that's dirty again, - the woman pretended to be indignant and licked the head of the penis.

“Someone got dirty here too,” Stick grinned, lifting her from her knees by the hands.

“And what are we going to do with this mess? ...