or spoil it. They could not steal it either, the thief, according to Emelianna, will find the reason not to steal the artifact.

Pondering over all these amazing properties, Sindorel was moving toward a goal. Her path was easy. The trained legs sporely carried the elf along the road, the short dress, then created right on the body, did not prevent to move, and the cloak covered from the wind and bad weather. Gold also helped to get a good overnight stay and food in roadside taverns.

So a week has passed. Having paid the fee of the Voladiki gates at the sunset, the forest maiden entered the streets of the desired city. The boy, who was already beginning to be a boy, was about sixteen years old, and suggested to the "beautiful lady" the way to the house of Shokhar. He was on the other side of town, and the elf decided to have a snack first at the local tavern.

Having paid off with gold, the girl quickly walked along one of the streets to the right direction, but she soon ended in a dead end and had to wade through the alleys, littered with sewage, poorly lit by torches.

At the next turn, something struck the forest maiden on the head, completely knocking out consciousness.

The girl woke up from the jolts, there was no doubt, in her ass wore a male member of medium size. A moan broke from the darkly green, for some reason thickly smeared sponges.

- Look ka - woke up! - croaked from above.

- It is good! - responded from behind, the one that, by the hands kept the elf in a dog's position, often tugging at them. Savory spankings spread across the alley, - For a long time such a woman did not tear! Slimmer of course, but in the ass, that in a clenched fist I shovel! Oh!

- Wow! - the choir reported several voices.

- Well, ka! - ragged beard raised Sindorel's head, jerking painfully over long ears and put a hard cock to her lips, - If you play prank, tear off your ears and cut! And you will please us with your mouth, let us fuck and let go!

- Yes! So her! - again a few voices sounded.

The traveler had no choice but to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, which caused a new storm of approvals, and the fact that she immediately swallowed up to its full length caused almost an ovation. Now she was quickly pulled from both sides.

The men who owned a new toy often ended and took turns. Having pulled the dress to the neck, they wrinkled the elastic chest at ease, lamenting that it was so small.

- At the local then, herbalist hoo hoo! Notable melons! And this apple! For nothing that elf!

We admired the smoothness of the skin and flat tummy.

- Notable doll! A century would have been her!

But soon the conversations subsided. For an hour or two, the meeting of lonely hearts continued, but Sindorel had already numbed her jaw, her hands and feet were numb when she heard a loud ... "SHUCHER"

Having thrust something into an elastic ass at last, the attackers fled, leaving the weakened elf in a puddle of sperm, with a tattered dress and only threw a raincoat on top.

- Hold the thief! - shouted not far away, and many heavy boots rattled down the neighboring alley. Soon the sounds of the chase subsided, but even before that, light steps stopped above the helpless body.

- Madam! It is you? - Sounded a young voice, in which the elf recognized the very same boy. Almost without crying, he helped the maiden to rise, scattering in apologies that he had been looking for a patrol for so long, and it was not necessary for Mrs. to shine like gold. When she straightened, her cloak slipped to the ground, and the dress that remained to hang around her neck did not straighten. The elf appeared before her unexpected assistant naked, covered in dust and drying semen.

From this kind of lad began to stutter. Having kindly closed his eyes, he picked up the cloak and held it out before him.

Sindorel draped her dress back and back in its skin. There was neither gold nor a purse anymore, only something was sticking out in the ass, making it difficult to stand upright.This item turned out to be the very rod that was not only not stolen, but even the stone was not picked out.

In the morning, a pure and fresh virgin of the forest, she again moved to the dwelling of the desired sorcerer. The boy who led the guard, later insisting that he could not go to the sorcerers in such a way, invited her to his home. And now he dragged after him, not wanting to leave the beautiful mistress.

Sindorel was counting on replenishing the gold supply of the sorcerer and paying the guy for the services provided. To come to this, it was not destined. The sorcerer's dwelling greeted the guests with silence and emptiness.

“There is no one here, madam.” How fortunate that you had the key!

In fact, she did not have any key, but when she knocked on the door, the rod flared softly and it opened.

In the spacious rooms there was nothing valuable or useful, only on a dusty table there was a round flat object and a note.

Mrs. elf. According to the latest information, a huge army of monsters is moving to the city, and I had to leave in a hurry. Do not delay, and you too. On the table you can find the necessary artifact.

The artifact was a strange compass. It was strange that instead of the usual lonely arrow, the shooter had three different colors, and none pointed north. The shape of the compass came very close to the groove in the rod, where the elf immediately inserted it. Disappointed to find something else useful, she left the dusty dwelling.

It was worth walking a few steps towards the nearest gate, as the chimneys blew over the city and all the bells rang.

- What does it mean?

- Military alarm! - trembling all over, said the lad.

- Then run more to your parents!

- I can not! A week ago they left for the capital on business matters!

- Then run! - did not repeat the attempt to get rid of the satellite, the forest maiden. And together they ran to the opposite gate from the sound of the trumpets, but even there they were disappointed. The gates have already closed.

The soldiers rudely refused to release the travelers and pointed to the booth of the chief of the guard. Ordering the boy to wait here, Sindorel boldly headed inside.

A few minutes later she returned, accompanied by a broadly smiling, sweaty old man, who hastily straightened his belt.

- Pull them out of the gate with a rope!

The order was immediately executed. Finding herself on the other side, the couple rushed to escape along the eastern road. But soon, the elf noticed that the boy was not able to keep pace fast for a long time. He quickly began to choke and had to go to the step. Hope inspired roadside tavern, it is unclear how located so close to the city.

The four horses harnessed to the carriage stood at the door of the tavern, but an old gray-haired driver, seeing hope in the eyes of travelers, said that if they wanted to be companions, let them agree with the gentlemen, but did not advise hope.

Again ordering to wait here, Sindorel headed, at the direction of the driver, to the tavern, where, according to him, the gentlemen were buying the road. She returned, accompanied by expensively dressed gentlemen and an innkeeper carrying a bag of supplies. After seeing the boy, the gentlemen allowed him to ride on the trestle, inviting the "beautiful lady" inside the carriage.

- What's your name? - the driver asked the boy busily, skillfully leading the four horses to the path.

- Bravin, lord!

“I am not a master,” the old man laughed. “The same servant as you, but call me Goun.”

- Say ... Goone !? And how do they fit inside? The carriage is double, and there are three in it.

- And this is not our business with you mind! - strictly answered the gray-haired, driving horses.

Joint trip lasted four days. Old Goun liked to chat and was happy to answer any questions. Except some. He categorically refused to explain to the curious boy why the gentlemen did not leave the carriage when they change or water the horses and why the carriage continues to sway weakly when the horses stand.

One day, Bravin looked around and saw how at full gallop the elf's head poked out of the carriage window, lit up his bare shoulders. She was breathing heavily and spitting furiously.Mrs.’s greenish lips flashed in the sun, and behind her something pushed rhythmically, but spitting, she hid inside again. To ask Gouna questions, the boy was already shy.

On the morning of the fifth day, after an unplanned night run, the gentlemen said goodbye to the elf in the next tavern, asking for last, to definitely find them in the capital if any help is needed. Having handed her a small ringing bag, the contented rich got into the carriage and flew away.

“Why are we dropped off, madam?”

“They are turning north, and we need further east,” the forest maiden said hoarsely, swallowing hard, “Hold the money.” Buy us food on the road.

“But madam, there are no settlements further in the east.” There is only a black lake.

“We need to go there,” the answer was in an objectionable tone, “And ask if there is a river nearby.”

Without waiting for the boy to leave, the maiden of the forest rushed to the well and began to greedily drink water from a bucket. She seemed to the girl incredibly tasty.

When Bravin returned with a bag of food and a waterskin for water, the elf was still drinking and splashing.

Travelers reached the river by sunset. The road to the east really turned to the north, and they had to go over stones and grasses. Seeing the river, Sindorel quietly screamed and rushed to run, simultaneously shamelessly getting rid of items of clothing.

She splashed more than an hour. During this time, the lad lit a fire between the stones, collected and washed scattered clothes. Prostrate at the same time and his. He sat naked by the fire and spread wet cloths on warm plates. Hearing the slaps of bare feet on the stone, he hurried to turn away.

“Your cloak is on the stone behind me.” I washed the clothes.

But the elf did not take the cloak. She pressed her wet body to the boyish back. He started, felt the touch nipples hardened from the cold.

- Madam ...

- You know ... I thought ... since you decided to serve me, should I get an award?

Kneeling down, the girl deftly threw the guy on his back, sat down with a wet ass on his chest and deftly swallowed the rapidly hardening flesh of his newly appeared servant. She never had a servant and could not think of another way to pay him. Her experience said that all men are willing to give dearly for her body and will never refuse him. So the choice was obvious.

Until that time, she had always only swallowed deeper any member that fell into her mouth, but the gentlemen in the carriage had taught something for the joint road. And now she was using her knowledge with might and main, putting her head on her cheek, then caressing her tongue, or even swallowing her penis and beginning to absorb her partner's eggs as well to suck them like candy. At first, the timidly indignant guy was now only moaning and groaning pinned by a moist greenish body.

- You're just like a centaur! - unclearly issued Sindorel, when she swallowed all the seed of the boy. Turning her face, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, laid her head on the boy's breathing heavily and threw her cloak on them, “Let us sleep.”

Bravin doubted that he could fall asleep when a naked girl was lying on him. For a long time in his fevered brain, a thought struck - the journey is just beginning.