A huge tent towered above the forest guard camps. The tent belonged to the replaceable leader - the old, experienced Krauk. As a rule, at sunset, the bustle in the camp was stopped and the guards, behind the thick velvet canopy of the tent, could hear only silence. However, already the second evening, the thick canvas let through completely different sounds.

Now, a sensitive hearing of the guard could discern heavy breathing, a strained cough, and, perhaps, moist sounds that somehow resemble a splash of water.

No one knew exactly what was happening in the commander’s tent — Krauk strictly forbade even to look inside and accepted all reports only in writing. And the paper had to tightly fold and throw in the vent on the wall of the tent.

A sudden push in the ass, helped the young elf to fold the stomach and, interrupting the cough, contributed to the speedy release, sweaty from the efforts and stuffiness of the greenish body, from excess content.

“And how is that ugly slur in you, old man?” - coughing, asked Sindorel hoarsely.

- You are very pretty. Gentle and moderately tight. And, as you could feel for these two days, I am not an old man at all, - the half-limbs relentlessly graying answered proudly.

Krauk was an incredibly experienced guard. Perhaps, of all the centaurs, he is the last survivor to participate in the shadow wars. A very long time ago it was. And this time, a keen sense suggested that it was impossible to dismiss the elf so simply that she spent so long on the other side of the wastelands and was able to return unharmed. Krauk has always been famous for his interrogation techniques. During one of the wars, the lord of all the guards called them heartfelt. There was no particular subtext in this title, but now, the unexpected recollection of the Lord’s words caused a wry grin from the old investigator. After all, the second day, he conducted this interrogation, so to speak - without taking it out.

- Do you want to drink? - Carefully asked the centaur.

“No, thank you,” the girl replied dully. “I would prefer to finish quickly and go home.”

- O, sure! Said the half-horse peacefully, slowly moving the pelvis back and forth, which made the hemp cords, which kept the elf from slipping off the platform, to creak and creak.

“Let's repeat, correct me if I make a mistake,” said the investigator, without changing the usual pace of the horse's pelvic movements.

“Good,” replied Sindorel, even as if not noticing either a stretched ass, or a bloated semen and horse member belly.

- You got to the ruins. So fascinated by the fight with the troll, that did not notice how the ghouls gathered around. She rushed to run to the buildings ...

“Finish the troll by breaking the sword at the end and retreating!” - interrupted mercilessly strung on a thick dick elf.

- Right. Somewhere among the ruins, lost consciousness. Reasons do not remember. She came to in some kind of castle or fortress.

- semi-abandoned!

- Not relevant. It is essential that the dark magician be held captive.

- Lich ... Ay! - a powerful push to the gut did not let her finish.

- Above you put experiments, during one of which the sorcerer suicide. You ran away. And here you are in front of me ...

- More precisely, you are in me!

- Not relevant.

Suddenly, the taut soft thrusts gave way to a furious jump. After a minute or two, the lovers were already covered in large drops of sweat. After a few more minutes, he plentifully irrigated the trampled canvas of the tent. Everything, oddly enough, was happening in silence, not counting the loud humid hlups and chomping that came from the inside of the maiden of the forest.

Finally, having finished, this time there was no powerful jet, and Sindorel sighed with relief, Krauk untied the elf.

- Guard! - barked the leader, to which two chained into steel of the centaur immediately broke into the tent, - Water for me! Two vats!

The guards rushed to follow the instructions, and soon returned with two impressive tanks of clear water, set them in the middle of the tent and left.

The half-horse carefully picked up the exhausted girl and lowered her into one of the vats.

- Thoroughly wash yourself. It is not good to flaunt the camp dropping drops of my seed everywhere.

- What? Fucked almost to death elf undermine authority? - defiantly asked, pleased with the opportunity to wash Sindorel.

- Not. But if you want, before the end of the new day, try all the members in the camp - you can stay like that, ”replied the centaur with dignity, who began to wash himself with a towel.

After finishing the rubdown, Krauk left the tent. It was heard as he speaks with the guards, but some words eluded the elf. However, she did not particularly listen, completely surrendering to the process of laundering her body.

The returning commander threw a fluffy towel and a thick leather cloak near the tub.

- Wipe, get dressed and go to sleep. You put a tent right at the entrance.

- I am thirsty! - capriciously said the girl puffing lips.

- There will be a jug and fruit.

Seeing the half-horse's thoughtful and gloomy face, Sindorel decided not to flirt again and hurried to follow the instructions. Reaching her bed, she drank plenty of water and lay down to sleep, without touching the food.

Awakened at dawn by the sentries, the elf drank some water, took a bite, and, wrapped in her cloak, climbed out of the tent and headed for the river.

- Stop! - in front of Sindorel one of the sentries appeared instantly, - You are not allowed to leave the tent.

- But I need a wash! - proudly stamped her foot elf, tried to take the same proud posture, but with a gasp, she clutched at the ass that did not even have time to close.

“Chan will be delivered now.” Please wait.

Really, the same sentinel did not give a bath, who said that the camp was immediately removed from the place and the girl was already waiting in the tent of the commander.

Immediately inside the tent Sindorel was not allowed, forced to wait for the end of the meeting (and what did the vile liar not really give a wash?). When the tent left several impressive commanders, the elf finally reached the commander. She was met with a frown.

“You'd better sit down,” said the commander wearily, waving his hand in the direction of the table, on whose legs the ropes were still hanging.

Having spanked bare feet on the floor with her hoofs, the elf got a taste of herself on the table, laying the floor of her raincoat under the bare ass.

- We continue the interrogation? She asked fervently, raising her shoulder and opening the gate so that her chest could be seen, "Should I get undressed?"

“No,” the half-horse began to gloomily, “We need to seriously talk.” After that, the whole camp will immediately go closer to the capital, - he sighed heavily, - I remember, I promised, after all the interrogations, to send you home, but I will not keep this promise ...

- Why? - on the face of the forest maiden was a sincere surprise. The guardians of the forest were famous for their honesty and loyalty to the oaths. And, despite the sudden discovery of the general love for young elfs to have sex with them, there was never any reason to doubt their loyalty.

- Your testimony turned out to be much more valuable than I could have imagined. You, in the shortest possible time, must be delivered to the royal witch, in her tower. There she will be able to clarify all the circumstances. And ... take action.

- And then I can return to my native forest?

“If you do everything you are asked to do ... I ... I don’t see any obstacles,” Krauk ended uncertainly.

- Good! I'm not in a hurry, - in the sharp-headed head there flashed the thought that acquaintance with a powerful witch could give its own benefits in the future.

“In that case, go now.” They'll give you a lift. Guardian!

- ABOUT! I will have an escort!

- I guess. Three of the most hardy of my soldiers, immediately, without halts will take you to Stauburg, or rather in its vicinity.

An hour later, a small group of centaurs moved toward the inhabited places. On the back of one of them, Sindorel galloped.

Elf and did not suspect that you can ride so three days in a row. She expected that at least for one night they would stop to have some fun with their burden, but orders were executed more than clearly. Fields and groves flew past, ...