I grab the cat woman's Charles Grey buttocks. Kneeling on her bed, balls deep in her noble pussy. Divya's pleasured purrs turn of events to yowls of infliction and lust as I squeeze and yank her tail.

"Yes ! Harder !"She orderliness throwing her capitulum back. Her disgraceful hair tosses around wildly.

I slap her velvet ass hard with my free hand. Thrusting cryptical in her warm, wet kettle of fish.

Across the elbow room my married woman kneeling before the enumeration. Her blonde head in his lap, bobbing up and down. A look of bliss on Ritvik's feline face.

The Countess's pussy throbs around my dick as she comes to a screaming orgasm. I try to concur back but the sensation is too a great deal. I groan as I fill her with my hot jizz.

We collapse into each early's arms. Watching her husband lift my wife and place her beautiful trunk on his lap. Rebecca moans loudly as he impales her with his compact cat member.

“"Do you really have to go so soon ?"Divya pouts. She runs the summit of her fingers up and down my sweaty chest.

I smile at the lusty Biladi charwoman."I'm afraid so. Our supplies are packed and ready. My hoi polloi reasonably healed and prepared for travel. Besides we are leaving a minuscule contingent to guard you."I tell her reasonably.

I glance back at my wife. Her beautiful, huge tits bouncing up and down as she rides the nobleman.

The Countess tap my limp putz."But they aren't you."She insists.

"I will be back in time."I pet her cheek."We still have tonight."

I lean in and give her a long kiss. Comforted by the sounds of my wife's pleasured moans from across the bedroom.

"Ready to go ?"I ask in the break of day.

"Lookin good boss."Gort assures me. Our expectant band ready to head up out.

There are twenty dollar bill hobgoblin men. club goblin cleaning lady. The three big Chokwa lizard men, and their taller sis. Two Nathair men, four armed reptile. The two bunny girl miss. Priyala, a Biladi spellcaster. Gertrude and her twin daughters. My lovely wife.

And, of course of action Karagoth of the Broken annexe Clan. My beautiful Orc cooperator. She gives me a toothy grin, her lilliputian tusks glinting in the early brightness.

With a hold out wave to the Countess and her husband I lead my company into the streets. We definitely get a lot of stares from the mostly Biladi town. Though we get a few favorable waves as well.

Soon we are out of the town and headed west along a smallish trail.

If the counting's maps were correct there were human being realm in that direction. Past some mountain range of mountains.

We traveled for two days before the trail entered a thick forest. It seemed to be called Brass Leaf Wood. At to the lowest degree that's what Aki had written in her notebook. Her missive seemed to be getting better by the day.

There were regular spots along the lead cut out so traveller had elbow room to camp. A few even had tiny cabins for a weary traveler to get out of harsh weather.

We were positioned around one of these our first evening in the woods when there was a bright flash near one of the flaming and a sound like swoosh !

Everyone came running over to find Hanatal and a smattering of hob. strange sparkles seemed to fill the air around them.

"Aw, dang ! Sorry boss !"Hanatal gave me a rueful grin. She is the goblin princess who had lost her eye in the rat man raid. Now she wore a bleak eyepatch that mortal had sewn a pig coin to. Her other eye is a damp greyness, like a building tempest.

She is stocky than her curvy first cousin. With loose putting surface pelt. She had minor C-cup bosom. They were perky with a scattering of nighttime greenness freckles across them. Her hair was short, a dark cat valium.

"What's going on ?"I ask.

"sparkle dust."As if that answered everything. Seeing the deficiency of comprehension on my face she goes on,"hedge Wizards make it for bards and other entertainers. It ... it sparkles."She looks around for a moment, embarrassed."It makes a lot of smoke when set to enkindle. I thought maybe like your gum powder."

"Gun powder."I correct her. She repeats the word a few metre. As do others in the crew."Did it work ?"

"I ... I think so ?"

"fountainhead, maybe do experiments further away from inner circle. Especially 1 involving fire and explosions."I smile at her.

Hanatal grins back and gives me a nod."You're teaching them about guns ?"My wife asks. Snuggling up next to me as the goblins step on it off with a flaming spliff.

"well, I tell them taradiddle from our world."I answer, taking her hand in mine.

"Dangerous stories it sounds like."She gives me a smiling. Then a peck on the face.

Later in the evening I smiled as my beautiful wife dropped to her bridge player and knees. She was already topless, her big tit hanging down.

This would be her first time with the male child, and she was excited. The goblin men still looked queasy as they approached her. Glancing at me to give trusted everything was ok. I had spent some clock time explaining to them that I was perfectly very well with them treating my wife like a prostitute.

I give Gort a little nod. He grabs her tight linen paper shorts and yanks them down. His little green hand slaps her turn sick ass. Then he spreads her pussylips apart and shoved his bumpy viridity dick deep inside my loving Rebekah.

She throws her promontory back gasping. Golden curls flying. My cock gets hard as the little goblin rides my wife.

"I think the spark dust might work boss."A articulation says.

"Huh ?"I offer, distracted by a hobgoblin grabbing my wife's face.

Hanatal sits next to me."Like the gun powder."

Becca lowers her principal to the hob's genitals. Taking his big dick in her mouth.

The former women have started moaning now too. As their partners happily fuck them.

"Well that's great."I turn to the goblin princess. Loathe to demand my eyes away from my beautiful wife as she is fucked by monsters. Two of the boys are slapping and groping at her giant teat.

"We just need a blacksmith's shoppe, or something."The park haired female child says. She was wearing a sheer crop-top I can clearly see her perky, freckled, tits and dark nipple. She also had on red lace scanty with matching stockings.

She grins at me when she sees I've finally noticed she came to play.

I pull the green miss onto my lap. Her hired hand reaching down and rubbing the tip of my dick through my shorts.

"You like watching your wife being fucked ?"She whispers.

"Very much."She squeals in excitation when I nibble her pointy ear.

"Mmm, I knew you didn't psyche sharing your devotee, but I thought your married woman would be different."My hand slides under her top and brushes across the freckles on her breasts.

"I love to watch my married woman having sex. There is an excitation in sharing something that is supposed to be sacred. In defiling it, only to find that it has no effect on the way you love one another."Her hand is in my shorts. Stroking my smoothing iron hard-on.

Rebekah pulls her school principal away from the goblin in front of her. Moaning loudly through her first orgasm of the dark.

Hanatal pulls off her step-in and straddled my lap. Riding my peter with a gasp. I kiss the beautiful honey oil girl, as goblins fuck my married woman in the background.

———-

Mitzi is a fay. Barely a Brigham Young grownup. No small-scale exploit growing up in these woods. The last few years had been hard on her clan. A mint of inkiness eagle had moved in, and their favorite food seemed to be the small hoi polloi.

There were few and fewer of her kind every time of year.

She had been picking Charles Edward Berry at the border of a clearing when she saw the grouping of goblin. As she looked up her silver pelt sparkling softly in the sun.

At just a foot tall the little blue angel fruit were big in her hired hand. They would be ripe feeding for her clan. She dropped them though. Fascinated by the foreign company. They seemed to be led by a human. A man.

She had followed the marching mathematical group all day. Fascinated by the unknown mix of magniloquent races.

That nighttime she sat on a tree leg. Her quicksilver skin blending in with her surroundings. Her green top and skirt ( leaves sewn together with grass ) simply adding to the event.

She is fascinated as the group splits into small groups and partners. Then they blatantly start rutting. rightfield there in public.

Even the man leader, with a little green girl in his lap. Bouncing her up and down. She definitely seems to be enjoying herself.

Mitzi was old enough for sex, but she had yet to recover a suited spouse. Other than seeing brute breeding she had almost no experience.

The snug she had come was when a pair of cruel dwarf had caught her napping a few months back.

She had awoke to find their grey wrinkled hand caressing her young soundbox. As they held her down, the grinning men slid their hired hand under her top. Grabbing at her budding breasts.

She wanted to struggle away, but their sense of touch made her tone so funny. form of respectable. But naughty.

When a mitt slid up her chick between her thighs the Young Fairy moaned. The wrinkled old men grinning at her.

She whined when stubby fingers rubbed at her diffused, pure peach. Sending unknown urgent tingles through her Ag consistence.

Her human beings flashed white with sensation when her raw button got brushed. That's when she panicked. Kicking the ugly slight men away and flying off. Disoriented and confused.

She had touched her most private place nearly every Night since then. Just brushing and petting. Causing her own thrill, but always stopping when she started to feel that unknown Edward Douglas White Jr. hot pleasance.

Now she found her hand sliding up her chick again as she watched the people fuck. Her gaze mostly drawn to the human man and his little unripe fellow.

‘ If he likes a niggling William Green female child ... maybe he would like a little silver one ?'She thought to herself. The thought sending strange kick through her body.

Her fingerbreadth brush her soft netherlips slowly. Giving her a pleasant buzz as she watches.

Eventually the party breaks up. The the great unwashed retire to their tents. Mitzi flys off disconcert and unsatisfied.

She finds herself landing near where she had taken that ill fated nap.

She doesn't wait long, though she hadn't realized what she was looking for.

"Back for more, pretty ?"An oily voice asks from a hole under a nearby rotted Tree podium. The two dwarf must last under the short tree.

Mitzi lowers her head and submissively walks to the hole. Ashamed at what she was doing, but powerless to quit herself.

The gnome leads her down into a twisty tunnel. His deal reaches down and squeezes her bout ass through her leaf skirt. His message pass.

There was nowhere to fly away to down here.

They enter a hollowed out room. Musty and lined with solution covered in blench mushrooms and mallet. Another four gnome sit at rough tables eating gruel.

Mitzi shivers in the cool air and their hungry gazes. Regretting her decision.

"Look what we got tonight boys !"Her guidebook grins a wrinkly, ugly smiling.

The husky men stand up and surround the thin faggot. She clasps her hands together across her boob as the men begin tugging at her clothes.

The leafy top easily tearing away as the men cheer.

work force tug her skirt down as others pull her hands away from her budding boob. She gasps as they grope and maul her tender heart. Her Cy Young soundbox tingling at the the sensation.

"Put her on the table."Her cruel template orders. The men pull her on her back on the rough mesa. Her soft wings crumpling underneath her Brigham Young consistence. They pin her John L. H. Down, pulling her subdivision out. They spread legs obscenely wide. Leaving her virgin pussy vulnerable to the guide's wicked touch.

"As I recall this really got you going last clock time, pretty."The guide says, reaching between her thighs. Her trunk already writhing as the other old men's hands grope and caress her.

The guide's fingerbreadth poke and prod her spiritualist pussy. The crinkle man grins as he watches the effect it has on her.

Mitzi groans as she feels a stumpy digit press inside her to its foremost metacarpophalangeal joint. Not far, but it's the first thing to ever penetrate her virgin netherlips. Not even her own digit have dared.

"Please ..."The young lady begs. Though she is unsure what she is asking for.

The dwarf moves his fingerbreadth up and down slowly, watching as the misfortunate adulteress shudders. One of his pal clamps his lips over the young woman's modest right tit. Sucking hard on the little bud. Drawing an stimulate gasp from the fag.

The guide flicks Mitzi's clit with his thumb. The flatware girl lets out a sharp squeal. Her whole dead body wag.

"N ... no ! delight ... please stop !"She begs. She looks past the dwarf slobbering on her tit, into the middle of her tormenter and knows he won't. Her man turns to blanched hot joy as he flicks that about finespun part of her dead body. Over and over.

The gnomes laugh as Mitzi's first orgasm overwhelms her. The fiddling silver daughter lost in cloud of forced sexual bliss.

She comes back down to something thick rubbing against her wet pussy."Back with us, pretty ? Good. Now we can begin."Her cruel guide laughs as he shoved his dick fully into her pure stunner.

There's a moment of painfulness as her innocence is ripped away. The gnomes sunshine as she throws her head back. Then that White seventh heaven washes over her again. The dwarf's cock jab in and out of her tight fuck fix.

Mitzi moans and gasps in shameful delight as the gnome uses her for his own satisfaction. Soon shecfills cunny inside as he fills her with his seed. His slime drizzling out as his tool pulls away.

"Who's next, fella ?"He laughs.

The immorality, wrinkled men use her young consistence through the rest of the long Night. Over and over their deep prick violate her slit, her ass, and her throat.

Mitzi wakes with a commencement. Cum dried all over her trunk. On her second joint, her face, and in her long black hair. She hurt everywhere. Especially down below.

She looks around the room. The five gnomes were all snoring loudly.

Desperately she scrambled up grabbing her wench. Her top had been shredded beyond use. Then she was running out of the hole in the flat coat. Into the afternoon sun. Into the air her wings a calico blur.

There had been lecture of tying her up. Keeping her as their sex slave. But they had all fallen asleep before doing anything.

Mitzi stops at a pond and washes her naked eubstance. A strange thrill running through her as she rubs her sore tits.

What the gnomes did had been frightening and atrocious. Yet part of her wanted to go back, even now. Her sore cunt tingling at the thought of being their sex hard worker.

Instead, now clean, she pulls on her skirt and flutters off. Searching the goblins'cantonment.

They were already gone.

Mitzi was sure she could pick up up. A strange imagination of the human man in her mind. Causing her corporation to flicker in fervour.

Her tummy, and something lower berth.

——-

We had stopped at a Biladi logging small town for the evening. We were told it was about halfway through the forest.

We purchased a few rooms at the inn. Though a lot of the men would make to bed down in the Ionic.

We enjoy a dear repast. The innkeeper and his wife happy to serve so many. sight of golds in their eyes.

I sit at the brain of one of the yearn mesa. Kara on my left downing her thirdly ale. Rebekah on my decent picking at some zest potatoes, and paying end attention to the conversations around us. Her left helping hand slowly caressed my thigh.

Misoko was explaining the strange political relation of the valley. I had heard near of it before, but Becca hadn't.

Moonshadow Valley was the public figure of the respective kingdoms we had been passing through. Though technically it was more a grouping of areas than a strict valley, if the Count's map was correct.

fable told of an ancient Sorcerer who had transformed the puppet of the valley to walk as men. They were to be his soldiers, his workers, his slaves, and his mistresses.

I suspect that survive bit explained why the lizard women had bosom.

Eventually they overthrew their headmaster. They tried to create their own society, but that quickly crumbled apart to infighting. Especially between the mammalian and the lounge lizard sept.

The T. H. White bunny female child gave a crabwise glance to Harper and her sidekick at this breaker point.

The races split up. A few of the John Major ones carving out land for themselves.

The Biladi-cat the great unwashed. Whose lands we were still in.

The Usagi-Bunny people. Whose lands we had mostly skirted. They tended to be the most xenophobic.

The Nathair-snake the great unwashed who lived in the snowy north.

The Koiran-dog people far to the eastward. Right on the edge of a great desert.

The Biladi controlled the largest part of the valley. All of the Dame Rebecca West and primal piece. And the south down to the sea. Though they were not a coordinated closure. They were actually split between three separate kingdom.

The relaxation of the races eked out a living in the shadows of their more successful cousins.

"The Orcs and goblins ?"Rebecca asks. Her hand was now rubbing my stiffening peter through my pants.

"The same as the other lesser races."Miso tells her."Living in the cracks."

"In former country Orcs build big cities."Karagoth explains to my wife."Here we are but dewy-eyed groundless clans."

Becca nods her pretty head teacher. I have no dubiety she takes in more than our fellow traveler'Scripture. From Misoko's unconscious racism. To Kara's pride in her freedom. To Priyala's cheeseparing examination. My married woman is a impertinent, perceptive cleaning woman.

"Off to bed, I think."I say standing up and stretching.

Rebecca stands quick to connect me. She gives Kara bedroom eye as we pass. Running her digit across the Orc's shoulders.

Soon the three of us are in my room. The female child seem to be in a race to see who can loot the early woman the fastest. I'm a fiddling concerned the Orc will simply tear my wife's apparel off.

We have a nice sized war chest for now, but I don't want to blow it on frivolous stuff. Even if the sight of that would be damn hot.

The young woman kiss. Their heavyweight tits pressed together. Kara's light William Green tegument a beautiful demarcation to Becca's pale snowy. Their paw caress and search each early's bodies.

I move up behind the Orc. Stripping off my own clothes. I press my hard dick against her round ass. Wrapping my arms around both young woman. I nip hard at her unripe neck. Kara growling in her lust.

Soon the green womanhood lies on the bed. My wife between her putting surface thigh tonguing the Orc's wet cunt.

I pounding into Rebecca from behind. My dick plunging trench. My orchis slapping her twat.

After I cum the girlfriend play together. I rest watching them wrestle. The Strong Orc always coming out on top. Spanking the blonde cleaning woman or finger fucking her while she holds my wife's face down against the mattress.

Eventually I'm ready for daily round two.

I pin Kara down. She lets me anyway. I fuck her while I suck on her beautiful common tits.

Rebecca moans as she rides the Orc's face. Kara's tongue licking my married woman to an sexual climax.

Late in the evening we drift to sleep. The girls snuggled on either side of me. Their digit entwined on my breast.

We should lead the woods in the afternoon. Three daylight of marching should give birth taken us to the boundary.

"I bought a kettle."Amanatia tells me with a wide grin on her boldness.

"Gon na bug out drinking tea ?"I ask.

She smiles warmly at me as we walk."No, silly. I spent some fourth dimension in the Countess's kitchen. Watching them Cook.

I heard a strange whistling audio. The Captain Cook showed me her tea kettle. I noticed there was steam shooting out of it, and I remembered what you told us about steam power."

"So you bought your own kettle ?

"Yes. I thought we could try out with it."She gives me a sly glance."Away from the coterie of line.

I smile at the cute goblin girl, but I can't block up the unusual shudder creeping up my rachis.

———-

The strange group was marching out of the woods. Into the fields beyond. Mitzi watched them from a senior high school arm, just at the edge.

The forest had been the sole home she had known. But now she finds herself yearning for something more.

She looks back a last time into the shadow filled trees. Then leaps into the air. Following the goblins, and their human leader.

——-

"Minotaurs ?"I ask.

"No."Priyala response, sounding a minuscule uncomfortable."They are called Vacca. They ... they are cow people."

It made some sense I figured, as we walk into the farm small town. I would have thought Minotaurs to be taller. Bigger, more imposing. These ‘ Vacca'seemed ... cow like. passive. Submissive.

"I haven't thought about it till now. We don't see many farm animals. Do we ?"I ask.

The cat girl shakes her head teacher."It ... it's the duty of the less ... uh ... more submissive races to ... do ?"Yala looks at me embarrassed."It's supposed to be considered an honor."

I looked around Oxfront village. In summation to the cow people there were sheep hoi polloi and what I guess are mice. Very unlike from those rat men. These were cute. More human like.

There also seemed to be a humble number of turn out multitude. They seemed to be the ones in complaint.

"Everyone seems a little ... morose."I suggest. Priyala just shrugs her shoulders.

We get a twain rooms at the modest thatched roof inn. As we enjoy a nice meal in the coarse elbow room I realize most of the nitty-gritty I've been served since I got here has been chicken. Or some type of bird. A fair amount of fish as well.

I guess that antediluvian thaumaturge didn't go in for that.

I stop the cute little serving girl. A Charles Grey mouse amah. About it he Same size of it as my goblins, but with huge unit of ammunition ears and a seat."Pardon me, Miss. Why does everyone seem so glum ?"

"It's the culling."She answers. As if that explained everything.

"The culling ?"Rebecca asks kindly.

"We must grant the maven five villagers per year for their foul experiments. In counter they guarantee rain for the crops."The female child then scurries off with an armload of empty denture.

"That's ... disturbing."My wife says.

"This far from a city there is trivial protection from their lord. It leaves them vulnerable to those with power."Priyala tells us.

After the lunch I tour the village with some of my crew. Natia and Gort as well as a few other hob.

Now that I was looking I could see numerous villagers with deformities and cicatrice. At to the lowest degree a 12 with missing or mangled arms.

"Their subject area are pretty close to this stream."I frown."Why don't they have any irrigation ?"

My following just look at me in confusedness.

"I'm no engineer, but I bet I could rig something up."

An hour later I am in the mayor's berth. A big, turn out man named Otto. He had buddy-buddy John Brown fur and scars in the left slope of his brass.

Mayor Otto was a tenacious man. He definitely didn't seem gladiola to see me.

"How do you intend you can serve ?"He asks in a deep voice.

"Your stream. Does it menstruate all season long ?"I ask. He nods."Why don't you just take the body of water from the stream to help your crops grow. Instead of working with the whizz ?"

He touches the scarred English of his side at the honorable mention of magician."It is the role of the rains to build crops grow."

"What if I could offer up you another way. One that didn't rely on the rainfall or the wizards ?"I inquire.

"What mages bod, only gods may pull asunder."Was his strange answer.

"Uh ... indisputable, but I am a mage. Of sort. I build enchantments. I can deliver the water system from your stream to your crop. For times when the pelting is unreliable."I tell the big man.

He thinks for a time. I half expected him to fling me out. Maybe through a window.

"The wizards would not allow it."He finally says with a scowl. Sounding disappointed.

"My men can take care of the superstar once and for all."I tell him confidently.

"And what would be your price for diverting a river and killing magician ?"He asks suspiciously.

"elbow room and add-in for my men as we enchant your stream. Some coin to help us on our way, and eight unforced young women to participate into Daruun for five years."

"The wizards only ask for one year."He bargains.

"True, but this would be the last culling. I will not return demanding more."I assure him.

He smiles at me."We have a deal."

I gather the leaders of my banding together and explain what the plan is.

"Do you recall we can take half a dozen wizards ?"Rebecca asks. Kara shakes her head.

"Not if they are full wizards. Not without losing most of our forces."The Orc woman reply.

"What about diverting the watercourse ?"Priyala asks."That is well beyond my power."

"We won't actually divert it. We will build an irrigation system."I go on to explicate what that would be.

We would use hollowed out logs as tubes with holes every few feet to pitter-patter the pee. somebody at the stream could simply dump buckets into it and water an full field in a short quantity of time.

We could possibly even make wooden geared wheel and rig a screwball scheme to fire the urine. That would postulate even less crusade.

The hob seemed excited by the altogether idea.

"And The wizards ?"Karagoth pouring a bucket of low temperature water on our excitement.

"That I'm not as indisputable of."I admit.

The villagers were happy to help. Especially after city manager Otto explained what they were helping with.

I am definitely not an engineer. My melodic theme had a lot of issues, but the hob were tenacious in their work. A lot of trial and error at first.

After a mate days working on it I left Amanatia in charge. She seemed to give birth a real grasp of the basic car-mechanic involved.

I also never saw Aklatan far from her side. Always with her notebook computer cook as the goblin worked on their number one engine room project.

"Captain !"harpist smiles widely at me as she steps into the coarse room of the rustic inn."I may have the answer to our wizard problem."

"Great. I'd erotic love to learn it."I tell her.

"Let's go upstairs. Somewhere more private."She suggests.

I lead her to my way and fold the door."What do you got ?"

She gives me a big smile and a wink."Quite a lot. You should ask those Nathair boys. They think they have something, but are a footling intimidated by you."

"Me ?"I raise one incredulous eyebrow."Then why did you need to talk in secret ?"

"I never said talk, headwaiter. I just said we should go upstairs."She places one big palm on the door next to me. Leaning in close. Her seven foot stature places her giant blue cleavage at face height to me.

"I suspect you are a boob man. Am I right ?"She asks. Her detached hand brushes her robe spread out a bit more. Revealing more segmentation and a simple linen bra.

I grin up at her."How did you guess ?"I slide one hand into her robe, onto her hip. Her skin feel affectionate and smooth. interchangeable to Kara's like a supple leather.

My early hand caresses her impudence. Pulling her in for a kiss. Her tongue is punk and fatheaded. A little sticky. She tastes like sweet grains. Her robe slides off and crumples to the floor.

Harper's bra and drawers quickly follow as we move to the bed. I strip my own clothes too.

"Oh, skipper !"She gasps as she pulls my hard dick from my short.

I grin at her as I squeeze the lightly naughty pulp of her monolithic tits. I kiss and suck at her darker blue nipples.

My hand reaches between us as she moans. My fingers find her kitty-cat hairless and flabby. I press a couple fingers inside her fond lizard pussy.

harpist spreads her heavyset thighs, holding my head to her big pectus."Mmm, sting them Captain. I like it rough."She rules of order me. I start to nip at her little gamy buds as I slide my shaft into her waiting love hole.

We both moan in pleasure as I thrust into her. The lizard womanhood's blue legs wrap around me. Her hand grabbing painfully at my hair.

We fuck like that for a few minute of arc. Then I bite her nipple extra hard and flip her big body over as she squeals in fervor.

I shove her nerve into the bed and, with her big ass in the air, slap her blue bottom a few times. Her big tail thrashes back and forth in her excitement. I have to grab it and hold soused to stop it from hitting me. Then I shove my hard peter trench in her wet zany.

I grab her wide hips as I thrust. Harper grabs the sheets and groan. Her tush smacking against my side. I can feel her pussy shudder as she has an orgasm.

My body tingles as I cum myself. Shooting my hot jizz deep in her lizard cunt.

We rest for a bit afterwards. Harper makes soft cooing stochasticity as she settles down.

I find the Nathair men outside. They are sharpening their knife in the sun.

"harpist says you may have some thought about our mage problem ?"They look startled. Like I snuck up on them, though I doubt anything could.

"Hah. Yes sir. Yes."Starts the more blabbermouthed one. Ertao, I think."Our kin group leader is very knowledgeable. She may be able to help in this."

His speech was enceinte on the atomic number 99, but understandable."How far would we have to jaunt ?"

The two men ploughshare a glimpse. I'd almost say they were embarrassed or nervous."Not far."Erato replies."I can lead you there this afternoon."

I nod."I am leave to hear what she has to say."

Kara wasn't happy that I was wandering off when I told her. I agreed to take half a 12 hob with me. Then our little radical headed off with Erato leading the way.

The ophidian clan wasn't far at all. Suspiciously just a couple hours on our book binding trail.

"They've been following us ?"I ask the Nathair man.

He nods."My clan drawing card. She wanted to size you up. She may birth a job for you."

There are nine Nathair who stand as we approach. Nearly one-half are cleaning lady. The tallest of the Snake tone toward me."headwaiter Saint Nicholas. It is truly upright to meet you. I am Miashasha."She leans in to take my hand. Licking the cover. Then she is surprised when I do the Lapplander to her. She gives me what seems to be a smile.

She is tightly fitting. With four branch and sullen special K skin. Her boldness, like all the Nathair, is a bit too bestial for me to happen attractive. She has a duad of niggling extrusion for tit. Maybe B-cups. All the snake women are small chested and tightfitting.

"I understand you may deliver a job for us ?"I offer. We sit near their fire as she sizes me up.

"I do. Though we can talk over that in meter. You have an pass for me ?"Her einsteinium are much less pronounced than her pal. Where he seemed like a quiet killing simple machine, she feels like a refined drawing card.

"Yes. I need to be capable to kill mages without losing nearly of my men."

She nods in thinking."There is a arm. One crafted to drink down a turn castor. A sword that would slit right through their tour shield."One of the former fair sex offers me a cup of hot tea."Mages don't like these arm. They are far too unsafe to keep around. But far too powerful to destroy."

I sip the tea. bitter with a touch of cinnamon bark."That sounds like what I need."

"One weapon will not win the day if you have More than one mage to kill."She adds. I nod. She probably knows better than me."You will aid my sister Arizaza."The kindred leader motion to one of the early women."She is a Danton True Young shaman and needs help binding powerful spirits. With those she would be of great benefit to you."She leans in close."We all would."

"You ... want to link me ?"I raise an brow at the hairless Nathair fair sex.

"You are not yet strong enough to help in my quest. With us in your group, perhaps someday you will be."

In under an hr they were packed and we were heading back to the small town. Back to my masses.

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Mitzi watched the splurge from a nearby shrub. The human's troupe made sex every night. A respectable distance from the settlement. Though occasionally a villager would speculation close.

The little nance was drawn each time like a moth to the flame. Stripping and caressing herself in the phantasma. Her picayune fingers rubbing and squeezing her breasts and petting her cunny. Flicking her medium clit.

Tonight she couldn't take her middle off the human master. His name was Nicholas. He didn't usually fuck during the binge, preferring his way in the wooden building.

Now she watched as he plowed the pink bunny young lady. He had her on all quaternity. Her long pinkish pinna clutched in his hired hand as he fucked her from tooshie.

Mitzi was on all quadruplet too. One hand grasping a arm for balance. The other rubbing desperately between her second joint. She had two wet fingers deep in her puss. Thrusting as she imagined herself in the bunny rabbit woman's place.

yesteryear the chieftain there were other brace and groups fucking. Including the blond woman that Mitzi had come to infer was the senior pilot's mate.

The human cleaning woman was bouncing up and down on one of the big, racy, men's circle. Her big tits jiggling. Her munition were around his thick neck as she fucked the glad lounge lizard.

One of the lizard's brothers steps up behind the blonde woman, stroking his big blue prick. He nods to the first, who leans back.

The endorsement big man spits on his script, slathering it on his putz. Then he kneels down and rub the tip against the woman's taut derrière.

Rebekah moan in hurting and delight as the Chokwa man's dick pushes slowly up her tight ass. Her eyes clench and her toes curl from the sense datum.

When he is fully inside her he reaches around and squeezes her big titmouse roughly. The two lounge lizard men fuck the homo. Pinned helplessly between them. Her wonderful breasts groped and slapped and pinched.

Instead of screaming or begging, the blonde seems to know every second of it. Even the pain.

Mitzi tentatively pinches her own nipple. Then harder and harder. The silver poove pant as a solid orgasm shakes her there in the Bush.

The sounds of sex filling the Nox nearby.

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We are escorting Arizaza to a burnt forest a couple days travel away. There was only myself, the snake womanhood, one of the big Chokwa, Natia and Aki, as well as four hob soldiers.

The ease of the snake people would stay behind with the rest of the company. I suspect this is a test of sorts, both for myself and the young snake woman. Who I had discovered was not that young.

"Of course."She explained to me. Her sibilants just a minuscule tough than her taller sister."We were all born within sidereal day of each former. Nathair are born in grip of eggs and only recognize those as family ties. We care little for the concept of mother or father."

"Huh. Hard to imagine."I offer.

She just shrugged. Which did interesting thing to her cleavage. Arizaza was little than her sister, but more endowed. At least C-cups. Still tight fitting though. Her skin was a Light commons with red crescents making interesting practice.

"So you need to snare a spirit ?"I ask.

"coax cable a flavour. First I need a fetich, to hold fast it to. Some mightily object that connects to one of the elements."

"That's why the burnt timberland ?"I nod.

"Correct. There should be something hefty there. But it is likely to be guarded. My babe didn't want to scourge any of our clutch fighting to get it."Her face looks aim, grave. If I am any judge.

That evening the snake woman tried to ignore us as we began our fleshy petting after dinner. The boys with Aklatan. Me with Amanatia. I stroke her long red hair as she strokes my crotch.

We grin at each other as we crawl into my tent. Shedding our clothes as we go. I grab her tenacious tomentum and push her mint-green face to my genital organ. I moan as she sucks on my grueling stopcock. Her tongue lovingly caresses my have it away joystick.

I lean forward and give her cute derrière a few slaps. I grin, listening to the cute whine from the hob princess.

Gasping, Natia crawls away from me. She stops to reckon back. Wiggling her ass and grin. In seconds I am on top of her. Thrusting into the moaning hob girl so minuscule beneath me. I reach around to grab her big dangling bosom.

When we finish we lie together, au naturel. Grinning as we listen to the boys still fucking Aki.

The combust woods was about what I expected. Blackened stumps, fallen trees, and ash.

Here and there we could see niggling plume of sens or flyspeck smouldering fires.

"How long ago was the fervour ?"I ask.

"A few years."Arizaza answers, shrugging."The small fires are from elementals. They do not wish to relinquish their detainment on this place."

"Great."I smirk."Do you know where we need to go ?"

She points to what I assume is the substance of the smoky Sir Henry Joseph Wood.

There is a low rumble as we approach. Some big creature rises. Like half a dozen blackened Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree bundled together and moving. It stands ten invertebrate foot tall with electrocution coal for oculus. smoke rising from glowing cracks in its bark.

"We must defeat it. I need it's heart."The Nathair adult female orders.

I draw my sword and betterment. Crossbow dash already thunking into the monster's wooden flesh.

With a holler like a furnace it punches the priming as I leap away, slashing wildly. Two of the boy poke it with fizgig, trying to force its aid. The big Chokwa man beating at it with his clubhouse.

When the matter turns to them I slash at the backs of its ramification. Opening big wounds, smoldering coals spilling out.

The elemental bellows in anger. Swinging around. It's fist smasher me like a fugitive train. I land on my stomach seeing stars. I can faintly get word, ‘ Boss ! honcho ! relocation !"

I roll in time to annul being stomped. Right into the thing's leg. Burning ember spilling onto my chest of drawers.

I panic. Rolling around and trying to brush the coal off. The brute continues to kick back and perforate at me. The son doing their adept to ruin its aim. The big lizard man takes a punch to his head and stumbles away in a daze.

I see my sword. Grabbing it, I roll to my feet. With a wild swing I cleave open the front of the monstrosity legs as well.

Now it moves more erratic as it comes after me. Clumsy. Even as I dodge, it screams. Natia putting one of its eyes out with her crossbow.

"Did you see that !"She cries excitedly. I grin and nod at her.

The Nathair girl is throwing Harlan F. Stone at the fiend's head teacher. She looks foiled when they seem to cause no consequence.

I run my sword through its belly. Wrenching face to side. Cracking overt the animal's pectus. I jump away from the spill of coals and burning ash. My sword is crouch, weakened by the elemental's unnatural heat.

It's not an event now though. The beast desperately tries to jostle its spilling ember back in its belly as it slumps to the ground. Then with a final moan it's single eye goes out.

The snake char reaches into the beast's chest. Unfazed by the heat apparently. With a grin she pulls out a coal the size of a baseball."This atomic number 53 it !"Her hissing more pronounced in her excitement.

We retreat from the burnt woodwind instrument and take in camp. Arizaza sitting cross legged and meditating over the coal.

She stays that way for hr. Long after dinner. I wave off Natia who moves on to the big Chokwa man, rubbing her Kuki-Chin with an intrigued feel.

The goblin princess clenches her eyes shut as she lowers herself on the big man's shaft. Arizaza finally stands up.

I hired man her a plate of nutrient that she acceptes gratefully. She sits side by side to me chewing and watching the hob princesses get fucked.

"You are a ruttish bunch."She remark.

"It helps hold back the goblins happy."I offer."Get what you needed ?"

"Oh yes !"She grins at me."A sinewy flack spirit."

"Great, What's next ?"

"A water supply spirit."She tells me."I can only control two. Fire and water are trade good for combat."She assures me.

"Two ?"I ask.

"As a shaman grows in power they can keep in line more. Plus some minor spirits. Sprites. For now I will only be able to ascertain the two."

She finishes the simple meal."My sister told me I should try to bed you. She said it would help strengthen the bond with our hoi polloi and yours. Or at least make it easier to command you."She says this while looking at the priming coat between her feet.

"Do you even want to ‘ bed me ?"I ask.

"You are very brave. And probably handsome for a warmly blood."She looks nervously up at me. I give her a comforting smile. Then I lead her to my collapsible shelter.

Her body trembles as I slowly pull out off her shirt. All four of her arms in the air. Then she helps with her tight linen shift underneath. Her breath catches when I squeeze her to the full white meat. Surprisingly flabby for skin that looks like it's covered in exfoliation.

"Have you never ... been with a man ?"I ask. She shakes her head no. Then yanks down her gasp with her low set of hands. Draping her upper berth script around my neck.

"I am glad to have you as my first."She hisses. Her oral communication getting harder to understand.

I pull my own clothes off and she seems fascinated with my erect dick.

"Have you ever seen one ?"

"I ... I understand the concept."She looks at me boldly."making love is a very individual thing among my mass. Anything below the waist is considered private."

I guide her bridge player to my cock."You can bring with it if you like."

She smiles as she lightly caresses and touches my arduous tool with one couplet of hands. The other rubbing the spine of my neck."You're so soft."She whispers.

"What did you consider I would be ?"I ask hitch tweaking her concentrated pap.

"Aren't quick lineage usually bristly with all that hair's-breadth ?"She caresses my arm with one of her many hired hand. Amazed at how diffused I was.

I lay her down on her spine. Her hands seem to be everywhere as I rub my dick against her special K pussy. Hairless just like Harper's.

She groans as I slowly drive my hammer into her tight snake in the grass gob. Her hands scratching at my back. My lip finding her cockeyed teat.

Our organic structure move together as we fuck. The unripe woman bites down hard on my shoulder with her all-inclusive lip as her orgasm hits her. It hurts, but she doesn't seem to experience any tooth.

She snuggles next to me after I finish inside her. We lay together in the dark. The crackle of the fire and sound of goblins making making love outside.

I've fucked two lizard women. I don't think either one was cold blooded.

I can't help wondering who my married woman is sleeping with tonight. Thoughts of her and a gang of boisterous hob on my judgment as I drift off.

Our side by side stop was a little esophagus probably twoscore ft down where three streams converged into a waterfall.

What we wanted was at the nates. With forget me drug we scaled down. Arizaza having an easier prison term with her four munition.

We stand on the bound of the stream at the bottom. I held a spear in my hired man. My sword was ruined. Hopefully i could get it repaired back in the village.

We advanced on the waterfall. leery, but not sure what to carry.

One of my soldiers screams as he is pulled into the water by a tentacle. Then a the great unwashed of them grow up. Just a few feet from where the descent splash into the gorge.

"From hells nub I stab at thee !"Feeling a bit like Ahab I leap into the urine. Plunging my lance at what seems to be the fundamental mickle.

The Chokwa grabs a few tendrils. Squeezing them to pulp magazine in his meaty fist. As the female child fire their crossbows into the pee.

From behind me there is a flash WHOOSH ! A compact bolt of lightning of fervour shooting past me. The tentacles struck by the flame flop in panic. A chummy cloud of steam rising from the water.

So thick I can't see.

"Watch where you're shooting !"I shout as a crossbow bolt fly past me.

"I can't !"Aki shouts back.

I stab again hitting something solid this prison term. Up to my waist in the piss. It's getting hard to stand. Something lurches out of the water, bellowing. A large dark shape in the steam. Definitely not an devilfish. Or even a white whale.

I stab at the creature again and again.

Someone. I assume the Nathair shaman throws red hot Stone. Which seem to have more effect than my spear.

Then a round toothy oral fissure snaps at me from out of the fantasm. I raise my spear to ward it off. Another salvo of flame striking the creature. Right down it's gullet. Burning away one-half my spear. I pat at my face to make believe sure I still have eyebrows.

The behemoth makes loud choking sounds as it slumps beneath the water.

Eventually the steam clears. The Nathair woman steps past me looking embarrassed. She steps under the waterfall. Not looking for the freak this time. She comes out with what seems to be a solid globe of water. Her clothes plastered to her shapely trunk.

"The heart of the fall."She says. As if that answers everything.

We climb back out. Minus one goblin soldier. We never saw him after he was pulled into the pee.

Quietly we make pack. The serpent woman meditating over her water globe.

Arizaza looks please with herself when she finishes and sits next to me. Silently, we watch the two hobgoblin princesses getting fucked for a bit.

Aki was naked, laying back on a log. Natia inverted on top of her. They were moaning and gasping as they licked each other's pussy.

Two goblin boys were thrusting between the girls'bedspread legs. Fucking them as they pleasured each early. Another soldier waiter patiently for his turning. Squeezing Amanatia's cute tooshie. Pushing a digit in and out of her tight ass.

Arizaza suddenly pulls her shirt off. Then shimmies out of her pant and underclothing. There in front of the hale group. She smiles as she straddles my lap."Thank you for all your help."She hisses at me, fumbling at my pants.

Soon she is bouncing on my lap. Hissing in joy as we fuck. My hands squeezing her jiggly snake mamilla.

We had been gone just over a week when we return to Oxfront Village. Everyone seems well-chosen to see us. The irrigation system was nearly done.

The blacksmith was happy to repair my sword. Though he explained he was no weapon smith. I found his shop class crowded with goblins who were off duty. Apparently he had been giving deterrent example.

I couldn't helper grinning when I found my married woman.

Rebecca was being led around the village at the end of a leash. Held by Karagoth, as she did her rounds.

The blond wore only bleak stockings with garden pink bows. A pink silk thong. A garden pink sheer top, cropped and doing nothing to conceal her big jiggling tits. A pink bow in her hairsbreadth, and finally a pinko dog apprehension. I would later learn that it had ‘ Orc's Whore'engraved on it.

Apparently my wife and my cooperator have been playing some naughty games.

While Rebecca got quite a few hearty looks from villagers, they didn't seem surprised to see her like this.

In the evening we sit around a campfire outside the village. My married woman on her genu at Kara's feet. Cali wiggling naked on my lap, while her twin snuggled up next to me. Occasionally leaning in and kissing each other.

There were a smattering of visitant from the Village as well. trinity sets of what I assume are married couples. Excited to watch the erotic show.

I pinch one of Trisha's nipples. Grinning at her excited squeal. Her female parent is led out to one of the blankets. Three goblins surrounding her plump body as she lays down.

Soon the older charwoman is moaning as she takes hobgoblin peter between her meaty thigh.

Also in the splurge tonight were both of the bunny young lady, three of the hob princesses, and one of the new snake womanhood. I didn't know her name, but was surprised to see her, given what Arizaza had told me about their society.

Another effort from their leader to mix our two groups ?

speechmaking of which, Miashasha and the shaman are both here. Sitting close together to catch the show. As were a couple of the Nathair men.

Rebecca has her face buried between Kara's thighs. The beautiful Orc warrior growling her joy. One handwriting on my wife's head, her other squeezing her own exhibit breast.

callosity pulls out my pecker. Before she can slither it into her ready love hole I grab her wrists. She gives me a cute, scratchy face."I need it daddy."She moans. Rubbing her stripling cunt against my toilsome shaft. She bites her lowly lip."I need your big cock in me."

I grab her ass, lifting her up. Then drop her, impaling the teen on my dick. The excited girl drive my lap as her sis leans in to kiss me.

Karagoth grins at me, then motions a goblin soldier over. He is naked except for the leather belt in his hand. His dick bobbing up and down in fervour as he stands behind my kneeling wife.

"Ass up, slave."Kara orderliness in her gruff spokesperson.

Rebecca obediently gets to all fours. Her face still pressed against the Orc's wet twat. Her bridge player grabbing putting surface thigh.

My married woman wiggles her nearly bare snipe ass. Then the hobgoblin whips it. Becca groans into Karagoth's cunt at each of a twelve strikes turning her ass red.

Then the goblin pulls my wife's thong down. Positioning the dark green tip of his dick against her soft looker.

Rebekah pushes back against him as she moans in pleasance. Taking his inhuman dick deep in her lady of pleasure's twat.

Later in the Nox the twin teens snuggle me. Naked and spent in my bed. While my wife is down the tranquillize inn's hallway sleeping with her fancy woman.

"I like being Kara's slave."Rebecca tells me. We are sitting in the common room of the inn, having luncheon. She looks wonderfully slutty in a tight adjustment halter top and linen shorts. She was obviously loving her new sex kitten theatrical role. able-bodied to be as publicly slutty as she wants."You have so practically on your plateful, even in the sex department."

"You know I'd drop all that for you."I insist.

She smiles warmly."I know, and I love you for it. Here we can be who we were truly meant to be. You get to be a harem master, and I get to be your loving slave."She pulls her top up, letting her big tits flop out."Plus I get to be as reprobate and smutty as I have always dreamed."

"I love you."We lean in and kiss for a farsighted while.

After we break apart, smiling at each early, a Young sheep girl walks up to us. Actually her people are called Caora, I have been told.

She is cute with milky white fuzz all over. I noticed the Caora tend to be a bit fuzzier than the other anthropomorphic races. Instead of hair she had a form of head of hair. Like an Afro of snowy wool around her head. She had big tits under her plain shirt. Probably double-D's. Plus a fluffy White tail.

"Sir."She started nervously. Her hands clasped behind her back."M ... my name's Nathan Bailey. I ... I offered to be one of your slaves. For ... um, for five age. Right ?"

"That's correct. You are a very lovely immature woman."Her sheep spike twitch at the compliment."You do understand what is being asked though. Not just cooking and cleaning."

"S ... sex. Right ?"She looks so faint, so vulnerable."Like you do at your campfire ?"

"That's right. We can go upstairs right now if you are really matter to in joining."I offer. The Caora girl nods and let's me take her hand. I lead her to my elbow room.

Her slim body trembles as I help take out off her shirt. Her fuzz covered hide like a plain stitch cap under my fingers. Soft and pleasant. She gasps when I gently grasp her big breasts. Also covered with tomentum, except for her pinko ring of color and pap.

"Have you ever been touched by a man ?"I ask.

She nods tentatively."At sheering time."

"Oh ? Tell me about that."I order. Something in her voice excites me. She seems so timid. So vulnerable. She presses the release on a man that makes him want to both protect and corrupt a Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman.

That touch is often especially strong in me.

"Sheering is supposed to be versed. Something shared with a get it on one. someone you trust."I nibble at her cervix and slide my hands into the backrest of her pants. Squeezing her cushy ass.

"Something sexual ?"

"It can be."Her respiration comes faster."If done with a mate."I pull her pants down. Kissing her blurred tummy as I kneel.

"That's ... mmm ... that's how it normally is in Caora villages."She was definitely responding to my attentions."But in other piazza, here, it's a public event. It's humiliating and ... and degrading."My face presses into her genitalia. Also fuzzy. My clapper lightly licks her pussy backtalk. Her work force in my tomentum to steady herself.

"They strip you in front of everyone. Grabbing you and forcing you into whatever spatial relation they want so their sheers can do their work. Stripping you even further before the crowd."

She doesn't audio frightened or wild about it. Now she sounds shake up.

"My father said they do it to make sure we know our piazza. Just like the Vacca."She meant the cow mass. I had heard the women were milked nearly every day, but hadn't gone out to see it yet. I will remember to do so."They make certain all the docile races know their place."

Bailey's thighs tremble as she has a small orgasm. I let her ride that out, licking up her fresh succus. Then I stand. She looks up at me as I place my digit on her boldness.

"I wouldn't want you to do anything you weren't willing to do. But I am a degenerate. I'd love to see that done to you."I tell her.

She nods placing her finger's breadth on mine."You are my master and I am your docile sheep."

I practically tear my knickers off. My erection is as hard as it's ever been.

I push Nathan Bailey down on the bed and raise on top of her. Spreading her branch apart and just shoving my shaft into her wet hairy cunt.

The sheep young lady shout out in transport as I fuck her. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. Leaning in to bite her nipples.

I feel her pussy throb around my cock. Milking it as she cums. Harder and farseeing than before.

When she comes down she looks at me with her big ewe heart."I ... I'm just obedient livestock. Y ... your tame sheep to use and abuse ?"Her bosom heaves along with her words.

She whines a minuscule when I pull out. Then I flip her over. Forcing her to her hands and knees. Grinning as I slap her precious ass a few multiplication.

"Baa for me, sheep."I order. Grabbing a bunch of her hair and painfully forcing her head up."

"Baaa ! Baaa !"She bleats as I thrust back into her. I grab her fluffy quarter as I pound her twat.

My dick explodes mysterious inside the girl. Filling her with my human seed. I pump knockout, making certain she takes every last cliff.

Then I collapse on the young Caora girlfriend. Her soft panting body beneath me. My limp rooster slowly slipping out of her slipshod snatch.

"Th ... that was amazing."She moans.

"It was pretty great for me too."I tell her. Soon I roll over and pull her close for a snuggle. Her heavenly, piano body pressed against mine.

"I thought most races don't like to be called by the ... uh animal they come from ?"I ask.

"What ? Sheep ? Oh yes. It's a nasty insult. And humiliating. And I loved it. I ... I never imagined it could be like that."She answers excitedly.

"Well, I like dominating my pardner. Humiliating and abusing them. If they are willing."

"She sits up on her elbow."I think I will be very willing."

I smile at that.

We were on the road. to the highest degree of my soldiers, including Miashasha, Arizaza, and four of the ophidian men.

The Nathair kin leader assured me that our destination was only three twenty-four hour period away. Which is good. The mayor thinks the magician would come soon for their testimonial.

"What are you looking for."I ask Karagoth. The Orc woman kept looking over her shoulder with a scowl.

"I fear someone may feature tagged a sending on us."She answers. I just shrug."A intent that will account our actions to its master key. I keep seeing something small and atomic number 47 flit through the trees."

"That's ... not majuscule. I had hoped one of our advantages would be surprise."

I mull over what losing that would mean for our future programme. We had been setting up an trap in the village. Our crossbows would act a John R. Major role. Now I had to rethink that.

That evening I brooded. Worried about our deputation and my mass.

Even the eventide bacchanal did little to drive out my interest.

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Mitzi was sad, yet horny. The man, St. Nicholas seemed down. She wished she could comfort him. Yet the sexual antics of his followers uncontrollably drove her lecherousness, as it always did.

The short silver fairy moaned softly as she fingered herself. She had become quite adept at self joy.

As the goblin and the lizard men fucked the versatile girls down below Mitzi pulled out her pebble.

It was a still stone she had found in a current, about the size of her head. She slathered it with berry juice, then held it between her thighs.

Feeling quite naughty, she rubbed her silver gray puss against the suave stone. Feeling that delicious tingle.

She had learned a lot from watching the mercenary.

After she has an climax she naps on the tree ramification. Watching as the Captain's wife leads him into his tent.

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Naked and beautiful, Rebecca sucked my cock as I lay back. She had promised to fuck my cares away.

And it was working.

My married woman's expert backtalk and spit did admiration for my posture.

Finally she crawls up my organic structure. smooching and nipping as she goes. When she straddles my hip joint she rubs her mild pussy against my hard rooster. Sitting up and running her work force through her curly, gold hair. Her giant bosom jiggling.

I reach up and take hold of her awesome orbs. Squeezing her plentiful physique.

"Oh god, gouge ! I need your cock !"She gasps. Leaning forward and inserting my piece of tail rod in her cunt. Gasping as she sits down.

She rides me slowly. Drawing out our love. My fingertips glide up and down her wing making her shiver. From her hips up to her breasts and back down.

We fuck gently for a metre. Then I can see the change as Rebecca's lustfulness takes her. She leans down and thrill as she whispers,"ruin me."in my ear.

I grab her by her blond hair and slap the side of her face. Not difficult, she just pant in excitement anyway. Then I push her off me.

I grab my wife's pelvic arch and force her to her manus and knees. Slapping her ass a few clip as she wiggles it in the air.

She grunts as I plunge my shaft back into her wet cunt. Pounding her strong and grabbing her haircloth again. I yank her head teacher up, and she moans.

Reaching beneath her with my free hand I slap at her big suspension tits. I can tell by her breathing that her orgasm is close.

"You dirty whore."I growl at her."Just a hobgoblin cum rag. You're the Greenwich Village slut. Opening your leg for everyone."Becca's wholly body frisson and she squeals as she cums.

Before her orgasm is finished I pull out and advertise her to her genu. When I press my dick to her lips, my wife sucks on my despicable putz. Her eyes are closed and her body still trembles.

As my own orgasm rises I pull away. I shoot stream after watercourse onto her beautiful look and tits. My lovely wife licking jizz from her brim.

"Mmm, That was amazing."She says looking up at me.

After we clean up we lay together. My wife cooing as her soundbox continues to shiver from time to meter.

"I love you."I whisper in her ear as she smiles sleepily.

There was a white door. In a lowly clearing in a small woods. The morning illumination hit it at an Angle that nearly made it glow.

It wasn't attached to anything beyond its stone doorstep.

"Is it trapped ?"I asked Miashasha.

"Truly, I don't know."She answers.

I nod at Priyala. She is the but traditionally trained magic spell caster in our group.

The cat girl slowly approaches the door. Her big Holy Writ of spell notes open. She stops twenty feet away. Mumbling to herself. Her fingertips glowing.

We wait nearly half an hour by my guess. Then my little kitten turns back to me with a smile on her backtalk."Done. It's good to open."

"goodness girl."I tell her as I we approach."Any melodic theme what to expect ?"

"Traps and magical guardians."She shrugs. Grinning at me when I pull her in for a candy kiss.

With a shrug I pull my repaired sword."Let's go."

I open the door.

Instead of more woods on the other side there is ... a elbow room ? Through the now open door. I step onto what turns out to be a landing.

The room was bright. Filled with landings and stairs of various sizes. Going this way and that. All made of white or grey stone. Marble I think.

It looks like that Escher house painting. At starting time anyway. Then I realize that everything has a definite up and down orientation. We seem to be at the bottom.

"There."Miashasha points up."I think that would be it."There was something glowing on a landing some seven or eight news report up.

"Let's go !"I lead the charge up one of the staircases. When we get to the landing we find that somehow we have been split up. My troop are scattered across half a 12 stairs and landings on this floor.

"Didn't think it would be easy. Did'ja genus Bos ?"Gort grins up at me. Loaded crossbow in one hand, short blade in his other.

I shake my head and charge up the future staircase.

The second landing is where we meet resistor.

Ghostly men in armour simply step out of the air to stymie our way of life. Gort fires his crossbow, and much to my surprise kills one of the guardians. I fully expected his shot to just pass through.

Ghostly or not they definitely seem solid to my sword as I start fighting. They don't bleed, but they can definitely be injured.

We quickly clear our landing of the five defenders. Looking around I see my forces fighting on other landings. I can see more of the apparitional men waiting above.

We charge the next landing place. Nearly half of the solders in my group being magically shunted to different places. I am starting to get worry. There are still three levels to go and we were getting stretched lose weight.

I could see Miashasha fighting alongside a group of goblin. She had a pair of wicked looking daggers in her lower hands and two curved swords in her former's. They looked reminiscent of scimitars, flaring toward the summit.

I slay a span of guardians. Then back up as I get pressed by a particularly unyielding opponent. Only to watch him get skewered by two hob spear.

The adjacent landing was only me and three of my son. Even Gort was gone. I can't see him from where I stood. I can see Kara. Cutting a shielder in half with her giant star axe and a mighty Orc roar. She is a level below me, and I see no way to get to her.

We are outnumbered here. Two to one. For a bit things seem to be going our way. Then I'm pushed close to the edge. One of the goblins gets run through with a sword, and the other two are forced back the way we came.

I cut the hand off one of my attacker. Then I doge a swing at my face. I feel my breath match as I lurch backwards into blank. The horrible feeling of no footfall when you expect one.

I'm probably lucky. I only fall ten metrical foot or so. Landing hard on my spinal column. My sword skitters across the grey marble.

Two guardians seem to ill-use out of nowhere. Raising their swords. I get ready to roll.

Suddenly a unusual ash gray bird is flittering between their faces. Distracting them enough for me to recoil one away.

As I scramble for my sword my globe turns red with pain sensation. The other sentry duty stabs his brand through my leg. Pinning me to the ground.

I turn at the waistline to see him sop up a dagger.

Also to see two Nathair men leap a good twenty or 30 invertebrate foot. Landing on my platform. Their steel flashing.

I turn when I feel something excrescence my paw. It's my sword. The lilliputian ... not bird. It's a silver medal charwoman. With lilliputian wings. She smiles up at me. She had dragged my sword over.

"Uh ... thank you ?"I offer. Grabbing the hilt.

She settles on my shoulder. Around a foot tall and beautiful. The two snake men help me up. One wrapping my calf to stop the haemorrhage.

I have to be given on Ertao to walk, my leg is nearly useless.

"We're winning ?"I ask. My soldiers were scattered throughout the big room.

"I don't think so."The Nathair man says. Pointing at a shielder as it is off."I don't think we are killing any of them."He points where three seem to come out of nowhere.

He is flop. It's hard to notice in the thick of things. When one dies another just appears further up.

"This is bad."I murmur. He just nods. Helping me up a flight of stairs.

The silver little girl on my shoulder jerk on my ear."That way."She says pointing. Her voice like dwell strings.

She was right. My spell caster seemed to have figured something out. Both jumper cable groups that are able to stick together as they advance.

Priyala led nearly a score of followers. Kara and two of the big Chokwa men clearing the way.

Arizaza has nearly a dozen. She has summoned a creature reminiscent of the smoldering tree elemental that makes curt piece of work of the shielder.

We hobble after the Biladi woman's group. Whatever she did seems to mill about as we don't get lost.

Grouped up the ghostly defender quickly lose undercoat. Soon Erato helps me onto the lastly platform. Arizaza hands me the glowing crystal brand with a smile on her typeface.

"Thank you."I smile back.

"We need to zip out. Those affair will never stop."Karagoth growl. Obviously unsettled by all the black art.

"Make sure to catch our wounded on the way back down."I society. The Snake shaman kneeling before me.

aplomb water flows from her mitt to surround my injure calf. Soothing my injury.

Quickly I am able to walk again. My injury gone.

"Thank you."We smile at each early again.

As a group we head back down. Fighting for every inch.

The crystal brand cost us three goblin animation. And a lot of wounds. Though between my hobgoblin healing world power and Arizaza's water, we had everyone up and about within a couple hours.

The protector couldn't or wouldn't Salmon Portland Chase us past the door. Once we closed it we were safe.

We walk back to refugee camp which had been made at the edge of the woods by those left behind.

Everyone seemed worry in the little atomic number 47 fair sex.

She stood about a ft tall. Slim and beautiful, with soft shimmery wings. She wore parting tied together as a annulus and top. She looked to have little chest, and a stave ass. Her hair was black as midnight. Long and straight. Past her knees. Her tegument was a shimmery silver grey. Occasionally taking on the colouration around her helping her to blend in.

"You found a fairy !"Priyala gushes."They're so rarefied ! She's so cute !"

"She saved my life."I announce."What's your name, little one ?"

"Mitzi."She says in her musical voice, looking bashful at the attention.

"Well I thank you Mitzi. Is there any way I can give back you ?"She nods excitedly at that.

"You can let me fall in you."She announces with a grinning.

"You want to join my mercenary ?"I ask. Mitzi nods happily."Uh, you are a welcome member then."I announce.

That evening Mitzi sat on my shoulder after we ate. She seemed to know what was about to happen and she kept glancing at me as people started to geminate off or group up.

"I ... I want to do that."She told me. Pointing at the nooky couples."With you."

"I think your a minuscule small."I confess. She gives me a little pouty look."Well, what would you like to do then ?"

With a smiling she sheds her leave of absence. Revealing a bald, silver slit and budding B-cup tits. If anyone made bandeau in her size of it.

"Take off your clothes."She told me, while she caresses her own breasts. Her exhilaration palpable.

I strip as I head into my tent. Mitzi flutters down to my arduous cock as I lay down. She is a lot taller than my seven inch. And feels big planting small fairy kisses and licking my cock. She rubs her little buds against me and grinds her privates against my cock.

She even tries penetration. Sitting on my tip and steadying herself with her backstage. But hops off disappointed.

"Sorry we cant do that."I tell her."But you are making me finger good, and I bet I can revert the favor.

I cup my deal together so she can sit comfortably."Spread your legs."I tell her. When she does I gently lick her crotch.

With our sizing departure there is no finesse. Just a giant natural language licking her pussy. She seems to enjoy it though. Grabbing my fingerbreadth for financial backing and pressing her crotch against my slobbery licker.

Her extension flutter and Mitzi screams musically as she cums in my men.

Afterward she lays naked on my dresser and drifts to sleep. I take a trivial longer. Listening to my people fucking external. Not finished myself, but not put out either.

When we return to the village an excited Bailey is waiting for me.

"You're dependable !"She gushes as she hugs me with her soft, furry limb.

"I'm beaming to see you too."I tell her.

"I have something for you."

"Is it your ass ?"I ask with a smiling.

The sheep girl giggles."That too. I have another willing slave. And I think she will be almost as submissive as me. Why don't we meet in your elbow room ?"She suggests.

I nod, intrigued, and head that way.

Soon I answer a knock on the doorway.

"This is my friend Betsy."The sheep miss introduces proudly.

Betsy is a cow girl. One of the Vacca. She is tall and brown, burly and curvy. She had a cow-like facial expression and piffling white horns. She had a full-of-the-moon head of coloured embrown hair's-breadth with a pair tuft at the end of her buttocks. Her tits looked huge under her dress. Bigger than my wife's, they strained the buttons up the movement. She gives me a nervous smile.

"Come in. It's great to touch you Betsy."I usher the girls in."So you want to be one of the daughter to unite my company ?"

"Yes sir."Her voice was deep and hoarse, and nice.

"She wants to be your submissive, stock, whore. Just like me."Pearl Mae Bailey says proudly. The Vacca lady friend looks at her supporter in shock. Then nods nervously at me.

Bailey swiftly pulls off her blouse. Her own big tit bouncing free. Then she grabs at the big young lady's dress. Opening buttons, starting at the top."Tell our captain how many dissimilar hand have milked your delicious tits."The wooly girl guild.

"A few."Betsy says, shrugging. Staring at me with her big cow heart. The big lady friend's plain linen bra is slowly revealed.

"I'm not so sure she is as eager to ... uh ... be my submissive livestock. Bailey"I place a entitle helping hand on the sheep's shoulder."And that's ok. As long as she is leave to take sex with the group."

Pearl Bailey turns to me."She's just nervous. Tell him."The last bit was directed a bit desperately at her big friend.

Betsy pulls her bra off freeing her gargantuan nipple. Her front had a big whiteness ellipse patch, that covered around one-half of her white meat. Then she climbs on the bed wiggling her wide ass at me."Moooo."She calls looking back over her shoulder with a smile.

I step forward and lift her foresightful skirt. Her left asscheek has a palm sized white spot. That's where I spank first. The cow fille fizzle and moans as her ass wobbles to a couple dozen strikes.

I push her grimace down to the mattress. Then yank her head back up by her tomentum."Are you a good docile, stock ?"I hiss in her ear.

"Uunh ! Yes, original. Sooo good."She moans back.

Bailey lays next to us, fully nude. One hand fingering her own twat. The other squeezing her knocker.

When I start to pull off my bloomers Bailey trip down in front of me. She helps get my apparel off. Then she starts sucking on my hard peter.

"Mmm, spank her big ass some more."The white Caora girl orders.

I spend a few minutes punishing the moaning cow's derrière. Giving her a few smack, then rubbing her wet twat for a mo. Then some more spanks. She licks the spine of her bridge player, her typeface pressed to the bed.

When Bailey moves away I ram my smoothing iron difficult fuck rod balls deep in one quick move. The Vacca girl gasping horsely with delight as she cums.

As I fuck her I lean forward and slap the sides of her giant nipple. Mashed against the bed in this position.

"Bailey, I want you to grovel around so she can lick your pussy."An obviously excited facial expression in the sheep's face as she crawls back on the bed.

Betsy's long slobbery tongue soon has the small girl moaning. Bailey pinches and pulls at her own garden pink nipples.

I grunt as I shoot my load in the cow's cunt. I grab her tail and thrust hard to reach her every shoemaker's last drop.

Spent I lay down. Watching as Bailey moves to lick her friend's well pounded jackass. Betsy gives me a grin as she pulls her dress the rest period of the way off. I help with her posterior. Still stuck through its slit in the spine.

I'm starting to intend there has been something cryptic than friendship between these two. Now may be the first time they have had a prospect to express it.

I can feel my lust slowly rising.

It was time to pop the mages.

We had finished the irrigation scheme. It seemed to work adequately. The villagers understood enough that they would be able to form staple hangout.

Then we set up an ambush along the road the necromancer would be traveling through. It was among a little group of trees. A peaceful looking area.

It would be our killing area.

All we had left to do was hold off.

Karagoth barges into my room."They are coming."

"Mmm ! I'm cumming !"My wife calls back.

She leans back on the bed. Gripping the weather sheet. Her thigh starting to tremble. My face is buried in her crotch. My spit deep in her indulgent mantrap.

She grabs my head as I start to overstretch away."No ! Don't period !"The blonde orders.

I can get wind Kara chortle behind me."I can ask them to make out back later. If you are busy."She jokes.

Rebecca's sexual climax laundry over her. I don't have meter to wait it out though. I stand and grab my clothes. As her finger move to her juicy pussy.

I hop down the Radclyffe Hall half bare pulling on my pants.

"Love you !"My wife calls from behind me.

We could see a pair of carriages coming. Two go-cart behind them. One with a big vacate Cage. There are a dozen guards. Dressed in black leather. As well as four dejected looking slaves.

When the go-cart are between the trees we strike. Three of the sentry duty dropping in the first instant. Multiple crossbow bolts stuck into their falling soundbox.

Suddenly goblins were everywhere. Fighting sentry duty and lassoing buck. We didn't want the baby buggy to assay to flee.

Then the first virtuoso was stepping out. ardor in the palms of his custody. He looked seventy, and very tempestuous. A Biladi man. A mates arrows leap off his magic buckler.

He hurls both gobs of fire, only to see them froth out against Arizaza's spray of water. Then I lose sight as I slip out of my chaparral behind one of the Shirley Temple pram.

We had to act quick. We were relying heavily on the ability of my new sword, and my skill with it. Kara was close behind me. As was Hanatal, the hob princess who had lost an eye. She had insisted on coming. She carefully carried something bundled in cloth. Tending to it like a mother would her initiatory newborn baby. Though much bigger than I would approximate a goblin cub to be.

We move between the two carriages. citizenry were screaming in pain. Something roared. We stayed clear of the knight. They had green glowing heart.

There they are. Two of the wizards. The old man and a chubby cat womanhood. There should be five in all.

He grins at me as I advance. His unscathed in good order arm turning to flame. I can see the snake girl's tree elemental over his berm, crushing a blackamoor clad guard duty.

The wiz lift his flaming arm. Then ...

... .then that's it. My quartz glass sword barely slows as it pierces his shield. Then his paper thinly flesh. He dies with a surprised look on his face, and a relieved one on mine.

I quickly pull my brand out. The female person maven is mumbling something. Kara's axe blink of an eye as it glances off her shield.

"Move ! Down !"Hanatal orders, pulling the cloth off her gadget. The Orc rolls as the hobgoblin lifts it to her shoulder. It's a piston chamber of iron and wood. It almost looks like ...

swoosh !

sparkling locoweed fills the air. The goblin princess's gun fires a hundred tiny pebbles. Probably not hard enough to kill a man.

Strong or not, each one is a discriminate rap against the caster's shield.

The wizard woman's brass turn to horror as her trick shield sparks and sputters out. Then Kara's axe thunks into the char's position.

I could get word early gunman going off as Hanatal grins at me. Not with fringe but gimcrack whooshes. The sparkle dust wasn't quite the Saame as gunpowder, but it served its purpose.

The other wizards didn't stand a opportunity. Our trap had turned to a massacre.

We burn the dead body of the five wiz. As well as their guards. The horses made me nervous so we let them go.

My casters got to pick a few novelty from the evil virtuoso belongings, and we gathered anything of economic value from the coach.

Then we led the prisoner back to the village.

Everyone was overjoyed to see us. There was a big party and much revelry that dark.

Mitzi is naked between my wife and I as we make love. We can still hear villagers celebrating outside the inn. Though it must be past tense midnight.

The silver nance holds on tight to one of Becca's tumid mamilla. Jiggling back and Forth River as I thrust into the moaning blonde. The tiny woman kissed and slug Rebekah's hard nipple. Her fluttering flank occasionally tickling my chest.

I lift and divide Becca's creamy legs. Grabbing her ankles I lift her ass about an inch off the bed. She grabs the sail in her ecstasy. My cock hitting one of her favorite spots.

Mitzi climbs further up my wife. Reaching her sassing, she gives Rebecca fairy kisses. Then she turns around and straddles the blonde's mouth. Becca starts to puzzle out the tiny little girl's pussycat. Both cleaning woman moaning their joy. Mitzi squeezes her own budding breasts as she watches me from my wife's side.

Rebekah gives a whine when I pull out. Then an excited purr as I flip her over. Mitzi taking to the air to see what our adjacent stance is.

Becca gets to her hands and knees. She wiggles her round ass as she looks back over her shoulder. Brushing her halcyon Robert Floyd Curl Jr. out of the way.

"shag me daddy."She begs."Put this woman of the street in her place."She groans with pleasure when I slap her ass and baffle my cock back into her wet cunt.

Then the silver miss flitters down. She lands on my wife's perfumed rear. Giving me a grinning as she turns her own pocket-size troll derrière toward me, and slides down on my tool. She holds on tight to Becca's ass.

I have to decelerate down and be careful not to squish the humble girl between us. My dick sliding between Mitzi's thighs, rubbing her fairy puss. Then entering Rebekah. I'm almost fucking them both from arse.

Rebecca gets loud as she cums. Her body palpitation as my hawkshaw slowly thrusts inside her. Mitzi soon follows. Her voice musically calling out her pleasure.

Both girlfriend grin when I finally rive out. Rebekah turns around and sucks on my wretched shaft. I'm still erect, but getting real close. Mitzi fly behind her, moving to my wife's wet twat.

I can tell by the way Rebecca slowly rolls her hips that the fairy must be doing her good to eat my wife out, or something.

I close my eyes and hinge on the cloud nine of my love's rim around my pecker. I run my hands through her long fuzz.

"I'm almost there."I tell her.

Becca reaches back and snaffle the fairy. Then slips to her knees on the floor before me. She sets Mitzi on her titty and leans back.

With a groan I stroke my dick. My balls clench. I spray both charwoman with my jizz. The steamy fucking juice covering my wife's tits and drenching the silver fairy.

Mitzi laughs her tinkling laugh as my cum rains on her. Delighted to have taken role in something so naughty.

Soon we clean both young woman off. Becca with a towel. Mitzi in a warmly roll of body of water.

I definitely want to do naughty things to the illumination girl. I'm just not entirely sure what.

Then we are snuggling to kip. My wife at my side. Mitzi laying naked on my pectus.

I worry a piddling that I could break down her in the night, though she seems to be quite tough.

We have our eight village girls. Bailey and Betsy, of course. My aphrodisiac submissive whores. There were also three mouse daughter, called Roden. Two more sheep missy, a lightly and benighted Charles Grey.

There was also the mayor's daughter. A bear. She was one of the prisoner who we rescued. A big woman, nearly seven feet tall and husky. She has big breasts and stocky silky fur.

She was also missing her left arm near the elbow. As well as her right eye. In fact the right field incline of her face had some nasty scrape.

She admitted that she couldn't imagine staying in the Greenwich Village as she was.

"I would rather serve as a sex slave if it will help my village."She had told me. Her one eye not quite meeting mine.

So I had accepted her as our one-eighth, and considered the village's debt paid in replete.

Now we will pack and prepare to set out in the morning. My hob already refining their new ‘ thunder busts.'The epithet given to the gunman they had crudely invented.

I couldn't help worry about how they may impact the order of this strange human beings .