and retreated to the corner of the office.

- Roll onto your back and spread your legs.

The demon's order was immediately executed and the men had a wonderful view of the reddened breasts and the moist, pulsating hole, from which the whitish swill slowly flowed, bleeding the smooth surface of the table.

- Tell us about any unusual sensation that you will have, child.

- I obey! - the girl meekly answered.

For a good fifteen minutes, there was silence in the office.

“My heart,” a gentle voice finally broke it, “It began to beat faster!” More often! I feel hot...

The girl clutched her stomach.

- Here ... ticklish ...

Right on the eyes, the smooth surface of the neat tummy began to swell.

- Nipples ... itching ...

Together with the belly, the chest has also grown a little.

- Ah ...

A portion of fluid spilled out of the vagina, followed by an ugly head. The slightly swollen belly quickly returned to its original state, and the small monster, leaning on weak little hands, crawled through the hot body and fell down on the nipple of the heaving chest.

At the same time, the big demon came to life too, he approached the girl again and immediately took possession of her, having performed a new act of copulation, after which he returned to the corner.

Drunk of milk, enlarged in size to the size of a teenager, imp, huddled under the table, gazing out with black eyes at the sovereign.

- A heart...

- You can not continue, honey. The process is repeated, I understand. Enjoy it

“But we don’t have enough meat to raise so many beasts,” the baron said, seeing that the girl’s stomach was swelling again.

- Do not worry, Sebastian. They will no longer grow.

- What about this? - Brakis jabbed his finger at the impassive imp.

- This is a demon-knight, Sebastian, and she gives birth to us demons-soldiers. She does it quickly thanks to the potion. You, by the way, should feed HER, without interrupting the process, of course, otherwise a miserable death awaits her. And the soldiers will eat in the future battle.

The bell rang again and the maids with water and liquid porridge started to feed into the office, they began to feed the gray-haired girlfriend, diligently pretending not to notice what was happening. Raising the girl's head while her belly grows, the women gently fed her with a spoon, interrupted when she began to fuck so as not to interfere.

- And a lot of it will come out?

- Lot. But without a potion, the process will slow down and amount to one or two individuals per day.

- Does food help her? She does not even have time to digest at this pace of labor!

“The potion will do everything, Sebastian!” It will accelerate all its processes, do not worry.

- Then one or two individuals per day, with hundreds of pregnant women ...

“It will be about a thousand fighters armed with teeth and claws in a week,” the demon finished for him, under the groans of a gray-haired one, which was again pulled on a thick member.

- Then I will order to prepare the bedroom, my lord!

***

With difficulty sailing to the surface of the lake, by a miracle, without meeting the wounded creature again, Sindoral headed for the shore.

When she approached, the gangsters began to shout, but when they saw the sword clasped in their teeth, they grinned merrily and prepared long knives. The fat man, whose knife could not be considered a dangerous weapon more because of the clumsiness of the owner than due to the blade’s dullness, put an impressive cudgel on his shoulder, which he had recently found on the beach.

- Look ka, and got a knife somewhere!

- Not tired to dive pupa?

- Better to throw it in the water!

- And then let us go!

In a scandal, men screamed, apparently not counting that the girl, tormented by a long swim, frozen to the bone, even though armed with a sword from which she took the sword, would be a serious threat to them.

Getting out of the water to where it was knee-deep, Sindorel took a deep breath, and, throwing up her sword, took a step towards a more than self-confident fat man. The blow struck from the shoulder was met by a straight block of thick club.

The bandits' eyes got out of orbit, when gray steel easily cut through a tree and flopped across the water, making what seemed impossible. In all directions, bloody streams struck from the body disintegrating from the shoulder to the belt.

Without becoming to wait until the robbers came to their senses, the elf in two jumps approached the copper-skinned and, with a short poke, broke through the belly of a frozen man in horror, cutting the spine.

The gang leader managed only to cover his hand, but she flew off to the side along with a piece of red skull.

The last remaining, skinny Conud tried to escape in a panic, but did not see the snag and stretched out on the sand with his whole body. He tried to blind the enraged maiden of the forest, throwing sand into her, but missed. I tried to kick a naked body, but did not hit.

With a ringing cry, the elf pinned her curly head to the sandy beach. Leaving the blade rocking back and forth from side to side, the girl headed towards the man who was still alive. He lay on his back, desperately trying to regain mobility of the legs, but they did not obey.

- Where is the boy? - an angry gently green face, hung over a mortally wounded thug.

- Spare ... - wheezed wheeze.

“If you tell me everything, you scoundrel!” - she was ready to promise him even a blowjob, so long as the one who was lying faster told everything - in the Ranger school they were well taught to identify fatal injuries.

- What do you want to know?

- Where is the boy, where is Bravin?

- Don't you understand yet? - copper-skinned tried to laugh, but only coughing hard, - He was with us all the time! It was he who brought us to your gold!

- Can not be!

- It was he who was on the lookout!

- He called the guard!

- He warned about it!

- Not! The guards shouted - hold the thief! He called them!

- What else should they shout, after the shukher's shout?

The elf swore noisily. It all came together. Her things disappeared somewhere. Take them to this cute four, they would have let their throats through the fifth circle, which means they stole things before they came up.

- Where is this bastard? - resumed interrogation.

“On the way to Stars,” Nome’s voice sounded weaker and quieter.

- Where is it?

- To the north ... there ... leads ... Ivilin ... flows from ...

Not having finished, the man lost consciousness. Knowing that he would not wake up, Sindorel spat on the dying body and went to kindle a fire. It was necessary to warm up and think.