I grab the cat cleaning woman's Second Earl Grey after part. Kneeling on her bed, balls deep in her noble cunt. Divya's pleasured purrs turn to yowls of infliction and lust as I squeeze and yank her tail.

"Yes ! Harder !"She guild throwing her head back. Her melanize hair pass around wildly.

I slap her velvet-textured ass hard with my liberate hand. Thrusting trench in her warm, wet hole.

Across the room my married woman kneels before the count. 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 agree back but the genius is too much. I groan as I fill her with my hot jizz.

We collapse into each other's arms. Watching her husband lift my wife and place her beautiful consistency on his lap. Rebecca moans loudly as he impales her with his dense cat penis.

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

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

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

The Countess strikes my wilted cock."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 apply her a farsighted kiss. Comforted by the sounds of my wife's pleasured moans from across the sleeping room.

"Ready to go ?"I ask in the morning.

"Lookin good boss."Gort assures me. Our with child band ready to point out.

There are twenty hob men. baseball club hobgoblin women. The three big Chokwa lounge lizard men, and their taller sister. Two Nathair men, four armed reptilian. The two bunny girls. Priyala, a Biladi spellcaster. Gertrude and her Gemini daughters. My lovely wife.

And, of line Karagoth of the Broken extension kindred. My beautiful Orc collaborator. She gives me a toothy grinning, her picayune detusk glinting in the other Light Within.

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 townsfolk. Though we get a few well-disposed waving as well.

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

If the Count's map were correct there were human realm in that counselling. Past some mountain chain of mountains.

We traveled for two days before the trail entered a thick timber. It seemed to be called organisation Leaf Woods. At least that's what Aki had written in her notebook. Her letter seemed to be getting proficient by the day.

There were regular bit along the track cut out so travelers had room to camp. A few even had midget cabins for a wear out traveler to get out of harsh weather.

We were positioned around one of these our start evening in the woods when there was a brilliant newsbreak near one of the fires and a sound like WHOOSH !

Everyone came running over to feel Hanatal and a handful of goblins. Strange spark seemed to fulfil the air around them.

"Aw, dang ! Sorry boss !"Hanatal gave me a rueful grin. She is the hobgoblin princess who had lost her eye in the rat man maraud. Now she wore a black patch that someone had sewn a copper color coin to. Her other eye is a dull Second Earl Grey, like a building tempest.

She is heavyset than her curvy cousin-german. With fire up immature skin. She had minor C-cup titty. They were perky with a scattering of dark park freckles across them. Her hair was short, a dark green.

"What's going on ?"I ask.

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

"Gun powder."I correct her. She repeats the countersign a few metre. As do others in the crowd."Did it go ?"

"I ... I think so ?"

"well, maybe do experiments further away from camp. Especially ones involving attack and explosions."I smile at her.

Hanatal grins back and gives me a nod."You're teaching them about accelerator ?"My wife asks. Snuggling up future to me as the hob rush off with a fire stick.

"Well, I tell them narrative from our world."I answer, taking her hand in mine.

"Dangerous news report it sounds like."She gives me a grin. Then a raft on the impertinence.

Later in the evening I smiled as my beautiful married woman dropped to her hands and genu. She was already topless, her big tits hanging down.

This would be her first time with the boys, and she was excited. The goblin men still looked nervous as they approached her. Glancing at me to make sure enough everything was ok. I had spent some fourth dimension explaining to them that I was perfectly fine with them treating my married woman like a whore.

I give Gort a minuscule nod. He grabs her taut linen paper shorts and yank them down. His little green hand slaps her round picket ass. Then he spreads her pussylips apart and shoved his bumpy common dick oceanic abyss inside my loving Rebekah.

She throws her head back gasping. Golden curls flying. My dick gets hard as the trivial hob ride my wife.

"I think the sparkle rubble might work boss."A phonation 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 chief to the goblin's crotch. Taking his big prick in her mouth.

The early cleaning woman have started moaning now too. As their partners happily fuck them.

"wellspring that's great."I turn to the goblin princess. Loathe to carry my eyes away from my beautiful married woman as she is fucked by lusus naturae. Two of the male child are slapping and groping at her giant tits.

"We just need a blacksmith's shoppe, or something."The green haired miss says. She was wearing a sheer crop-top I can clearly see her perky, freckled, tits and moody nipples. She also had on red lace scanty with equalise stockings.

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

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

"You like watching your married woman being fucked ?"She whispers.

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

"Mmm, I knew you didn't mind sharing your lovers, but I thought your wife would be different."My hand slides under her top and brushwood across the freckles on her breasts.

"I love to watch my wife having sex. There is an fervor in sharing something that is supposed to be sacred. In defiling it, only to notice that it has no force on the way you love one another."Her deal is in my shorts. Stroking my Fe erection.

Rebekah pulls her point away from the hob in forepart of her. Moaning loudly through her first orgasm of the night.

Hanatal pulls off her pantie and straddled my lap. Riding my dick with a gasp. I kiss the beautiful greenness girl, as hob fuck my wife in the background.

———-

Mitzi is a fairy. Barely a young grownup. No small effort growing up in these wood. The last few year had been hard on her kin. A flock of Shirley Temple Eagles had moved in, and their favorite food seemed to be the small citizenry.

There were fewer and fewer of her kind every season.

She had been picking Chuck Berry at the border of a clearing when she saw the group of goblins. As she looked up her silver skin sparkling softly in the sun.

At just a groundwork tall the little gamey fruit were big in her work force. They would be adept eating for her clan. She dropped them though. Fascinated by the foreign troupe. They seemed to be led by a human. A man.

She had followed the marching radical all day. Fascinated by the unknown mix of tall races.

That night she sat on a corner leg. Her erratic cutis blending in with her surroundings. Her green top and skirt ( leaves sewn together with grass ) simply adding to the outcome.

She is fascinated as the grouping splits into small radical and better half. Then they blatantly start rutting. Right there in public.

Even the human being drawing card, with a little special K girlfriend 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 find a suited partner. Other than seeing animals breeding she had almost no experience.

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

She had awoke to happen their grey wrinkly hand caressing her young consistence. As they held her down, the grinning men slid their hands under her top. Grabbing at her budding breasts.

She wanted to struggle away, but their touch made her smell so risible. sort of good. But naughty.

When a hand slid up her dame between her thigh the young Fairy moaned. The wrinkly old men grinning at her.

She whined when stubby finger's breadth rubbed at her gentle, virgin ravisher. Sending unknown urgent thrill through her silver gray body.

Her world flashed white with sensation when her sore clit got brushed. That's when she panicked. Kicking the ugly little men away and flying off. Disoriented and confused.

She had touched her most private berth nearly every night since then. Just brushing and smooching. Causing her own tingles, but always stopping when she started to feel that unusual white hot delight.

Now she found her script sliding up her skirt again as she watched the the great unwashed fuck. Her gaze mostly drawn to the human man and his footling common companion.

‘ If he likes a little K girl ... maybe he would like a slight silver one ?'She thought to herself. The idea sending unknown thrills through her body.

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

Eventually the party breaks up. The people retire to their tents. Mitzi flys off confused and unsated.

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 tree stump. The two gnome must live under the perfectly tree.

Mitzi lowers her read/write head and submissively walks to the cakehole. Ashamed at what she was doing, but powerless to discontinue herself.

The gnome leads her down into a twisting tunnel. His hand reaches down and squeezes her turn ass through her leaf skirt. His message clear.

There was nowhere to fly away to down here.

They enter a hollowed out room. Musty and lined with ancestor covered in blench mushroom cloud and beetle. Another four gnomes sit at harsh tables eating gruel.

Mitzi quiver in the cool air and their athirst regard. Regretting her decision.

"tone what we got this night boys !"Her guide grins a wrinkly, ugly smile.

The husky men stand up and palisade the thin nance. 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.

workforce tug her skirt down as others pull her hands away from her budding white meat. She gasps as they grope and maul her tender nubs. Her Lester Willis Young body tingling at the the virtuoso.

"Put her on the table."Her cruel guide guild. The men pull her on her back on the uncut table. Her soft wings crumpling underneath her Brigham Young body. They pin her down, pulling her coat of arms out. They spread legs obscenely astray. Leaving her virgin pussy vulnerable to the guide's wicked signature.

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

The guide's fingerbreadth poke and prod her sensitive puss. The unironed man grins as he watches the effect it has on her.

Mitzi moan as she feels a stumpy finger pressure inside her to its low knuckle joint. Not far, but it's the first thing to ever perforate her virgin netherlips. Not even her own fingers have dared.

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

The dwarf moves his finger up and down slowly, watching as the poor slut tremor. One of his comrade clamps his lips over the little girl's little right tit. Sucking hard on the little bud. Drawing an excited gasp from the sprite.

The guide flicks Mitzi's clitoris with his pollex. The silver miss lets out a abrupt squeal. Her all body shakes.

"N ... no ! delight ... please stop !"She begs. She looks past the gnome slobbering on her breast, into the eyes of her tormentor and knows he won't. Her humans turns to white hot pleasure as he flicks that most frail part of her body. Over and over.

The gnome laugh as Mitzi's first orgasm overwhelms her. The little silver girl lost in cloud of forced sexual seventh heaven.

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

There's a second of pain as her whiteness is ripped away. The dwarf cheer as she throws her head back. Then that white bliss washables over her again. The gnome's cock thrusting in and out of her tight get laid muddle.

Mitzi groan and gasp in shameful pleasure as the gnome uses her for his own gratification. Soon shecfills cunny inside as he fills her with his seed. His gunk drizzling out as his dick pulls away.

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

The evil, wrinkled men use her young torso through the relaxation of the long night. Over and over their thick dicks violate her pussy, her ass, and her throat.

Mitzi wakes with a scratch. Cum dried all over her physical structure. On her thighs, her face, and in her long black fuzz. She hurt everywhere. Especially down below.

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

Desperately she scrambled up grabbing her skirt. Her top had been shredded beyond use. Then she was running out of the jam in the ground. Into the afternoon sun. Into the air her offstage a varicoloured blur.

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

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

What the dwarf did had been frightening and atrocious. Yet piece of her desire to go back, even now. Her sore pussycat tingling at the sentiment of being their sex slave.

Instead, now clean, she pulls on her skirt and kerfuffle off. Searching the goblin'coterie.

They were already gone.

Mitzi was sure enough she could hitch up. A foreign vision of the man man in her nous. Causing her tummy to flutter in exhilaration.

Her tummy, and something scummy.

——-

We had stopped at a Biladi logging village for the evening. We were told it was about halfway through the timber.

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

We enjoy a good meal. The boniface and his wife glad to serve so many. sight of gold in their oculus.

I sit at the head of one of the long table. Kara on my go out downing her third ale. Rebecca on my right picking at some spiced potato, and paying close attention to the conversations around us. Her depart hand slowly caressed my thigh.

Misoko was explaining the strange government of the vale. I had heard well-nigh of it before, but Becca hadn't.

Moonshadow vale was the name of the various land we had been passing through. Though technically it was more a pigeonholing of areas than a strict valley, if the Count's map was correct.

legend told of an antediluvian necromancer who had transformed the tool of the valley to take the air as men. They were to be his soldiers, his proletarian, his slaves, and his schoolmistress.

I suspect that final stage bit explained why the lounge lizard woman had white meat.

Eventually they overthrew their master. They tried to create their own social club, but that quickly crumbled apart to infighting. Especially between the mammal and the lizard folk.

The whiten bunny girl gave a obliquely glance to harper and her brothers at this point.

The races split up. A few of the Major single carving out kingdoms for themselves.

The Biladi-cat people. Whose acres we were still in.

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

The Nathair-snake people who lived in the snow-covered north.

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

The Biladi controlled the largest part of the valley. All of the west and exchange office. And the S down to the sea. Though they were not a interconnected cube. They were actually split between three separate kingdoms.

The rest of the wash eked out a living in the apparition of their more successful full cousin.

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

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

"In early commonwealth Orcs build big cities."Karagoth explains to my wife."Here we are but simple-minded wild clans."

Becca nods her pretty head. I have no doubt she takes in more than our fellow'word. From Misoko's unconscious racism. To Kara's pride in her freedom. To Priyala's closely scrutiny. My wife is a chic, perceptive woman.

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

Rebecca stands warm to join me. She gives Kara bedroom center as we pass. Running her finger across the Orc's shoulder joint.

Soon the three of us are in my room. The girl seem to be in a race to see who can strip the other woman the truehearted. I'm a little concerned the Orc will simply tear my married woman's clothes off.

We have a nice size war breast for now, but I don't want to muck up it on frivolous stuff. Even if the tidy sum of that would be damn hot.

The girls kiss. Their giant tits pressed together. Kara's luminousness unripened skin a beautiful direct contrast to Becca's pale whiteness. Their hands caress and explore each former's bodies.

I move up behind the Orc. Stripping off my own clothes. I press my grueling hawkshaw against her rhythm ass. Wrapping my sleeve around both girls. I nip hard at her greenish neck. Kara growling in her lust.

Soon the green woman lies on the bed. My wife between her dark-green thighs tonguing the Orc's wet bitch.

I pounding into Rebekah from bottom. My dick plunging deep. My testicle slapping her kitty.

After I cum the girls play together. I rest watching them twist. The Strong Orc always coming out on top. Spanking the blonde womanhood or fingerbreadth fucking her while she holds my wife's face down against the mattress.

Eventually I'm ready for round two.

I pin Kara down. She lets me anyway. I fuck her while I suck on her beautiful fleeceable pap.

Rebekah moans as she rides the Orc's face. Kara's tongue licking my married woman to an coming.

Late in the eve we drift to sleep. The girlfriend snuggled on either side of me. Their finger entwined on my dresser.

We should leave the woods in the good afternoon. Three twenty-four hour period of marching should have taken us to the boundary.

"I bought a kettle."Amanatia tells me with a wide-cut grinning on her nerve.

"Gon na bulge drinking tea ?"I ask.

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

I heard a strange whistle auditory sensation. The 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 experiment with it."She gives me a sly glance."Away from the camp of course.

I smile at the cute goblin young lady, but I can't break the unknown shiver creeping up my vertebral column.

———-

The strange group was marching out of the woods. Into the playing area beyond. Mitzi watched them from a gamy offset, just at the edge.

The forest had been the only if place she had known. But now she finds herself yearning for something more.

She looks back a net time into the tail filled Tree. Then leaps into the air. Following the goblin, and their human leader.

——-

"Minotaurs ?"I ask.

"No."Priyala answers, sounding a little uncomfortable."They are called Vacca. They ... they are cow people."

It made some sense I figured, as we walk into the farming village. 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."It ... it's the duty of the LE ... uh ... more submissive races to ... serve ?"Yala looks at me embarrassed."It's supposed to be considered an honor."

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

There also seemed to be a small number of have people. They seemed to be the one in charge.

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

We get a couple rooms at the diminished thatched ceiling inn. As we enjoy a nice meal in the vernacular room I realize near of the meat I've been served since I got here has been chicken. Or some type of snort. A fair total of fish as well.

I guess that ancient magician didn't go in for that.

I stop the cunning minuscule serving female child. A Lady Jane Grey shiner maidservant. About it he same size of it as my hob, but with huge round ears and a tail."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 yield the champion five villagers per class for their wicked experiment. In return they guarantee rain for the crops."The girl then scurries off with an armload of empty photographic plate.

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

"This far from a urban center there is little security from their Godhead. 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 goblins.

Now that I was looking I could see numerous villagers with deformities and scrape. At least a twelve with missing or mangled munition.

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

My followers just look at me in confusion.

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

An hour later I am in the city manager's office. A big, bear man named Otto. He had thick brown fur and cicatrice in the odd side of his face.

mayor Otto was a dour man. He definitely didn't seem sword lily to see me.

"How do you think you can help ?"He asks in a deep spokesperson.

"Your watercourse. Does it flow all season long ?"I ask. He nods."Why don't you just take the pee from the flow to serve your craw grow. Instead of working with the wizards ?"

He touches the pock side of his expression at the honorable mention of thaumaturge."It is the role of the rains to take a leak crops grow."

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

"What mages anatomy, only gods may pull asunder."Was his strange resolution.

"Uh ... sure as shooting, but I am a mage. Of kind. I build enchantments. I can drive home the water from your stream to your craw. For meter when the rain is unreliable."I tell the big man.

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

"The genius would not allow for it."He finally says with a frown. Sounding disappointed.

"My men can conduct precaution of the wizards once and for all."I tell him confidently.

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

"Room and board for my men as we enchant your stream. Some coin to help us on our way, and eight willing immature woman to insert into Daruun for five years."

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

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

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

I gather the leaders of my band together and explain what the program is.

"Do you suppose we can take half a XII hotshot ?"Rebecca asks. Kara shakes her head.

"Not if they are full wizards. Not without losing most of our forces."The Orc adult female answers.

"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 explain what that would be.

We would use hollowed out log as tubes with fix every few feet to sprinkle the water. somebody at the stream could simply underprice buckets into it and water system an integral force field in a myopic measure of time.

We could possibly even spend a penny wooden gears and rig a crank system to stir the piss. That would postulate even less movement.

The hobgoblin seemed excited by the entirely idea.

"And The necromancer ?"Karagoth pouring a bucket of cold H2O on our upheaval.

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

The villagers were happy to help oneself. Especially after mayor Otto explained what they were helping with.

I am definitely not an applied scientist. My idea had a lot of number, but the goblins were unyielding in their work. A lot of trial and wrongdoing at maiden.

After a couple days working on it I left Amanatia in charge. She seemed to induce a rattling grasp of the canonical automobile mechanic involved.

I also never saw Aklatan far from her side. Always with her notebook ready as the goblins worked on their first engineering project.

"police chief !"harpist smiles widely at me as she steps into the common room of the hick inn."I may have the answer to our maven problem."

"Great. I'd sexual love to see it."I tell her.

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

I lead her to my room and shut the door."What do you got ?"

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

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

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

"I suspect you are a drop the ball man. Am I right ?"She asks. Her free script brushes her robe open a bit more. Revealing more cleavage and a simple linen bra.

I grin up at her."How did you gauge ?"I slide one hand into her gown, onto her hip. Her tegument feels warm and smooth. Similar to Kara's like a supple leather.

My other helping hand caresses her impertinence. Pulling her in for a kiss. Her spit is tough and thickheaded. A little sticky. She tastes like sugariness grains. Her robe slides off and crumples to the flooring.

Harper's bra and boxers quickly follow as we move to the bed. I strip my own wearing apparel too.

"Oh, chieftain !"She gasps as she pulls my intemperate putz from my shortstop.

I grin at her as I squeeze the light blue angel flesh of her massive bosom. I kiss and suck at her darker blue nipples.

My hand reaches between us as she moans. My finger find her pussy hairless and soft. I press a couple fingers inside her warm lizard cunt.

Harper spreads her thick second joint, holding my head to her big pectus."Mmm, prick them Captain. I like it rough."She orders me. I start to nip at her little bluish buds as I slide my cock into her waiting love hole.

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

We fuck like that for a few minutes. Then I bite her nipple spear carrier hard and flip her big consistency over as she squeals in fervour.

I shove her face into the bed and, with her big ass in the air, slap her amobarbital sodium bottom a few clock time. Her big buttocks thrashes back and forth in her excitement. I have to grab it and defy squiffy to stop it from hitting me. Then I shove my hard cock deep in her wet twat.

I grab her blanket hips as I thrust. harpist grabs the sheets and groan. Her empennage smacking against my side. I can palpate her pussy shudder as she has an coming.

My consistence tingles as I cum myself. Shooting my hot jizz oceanic abyss in her lizard twat.

We rest for a bit afterwards. Harper makes diffused cooing noises as she settles down.

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

"Harper says you may experience some ideas about our mage trouble ?"They look startled. Like I snuck up on them, though I doubt anything could.

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

His speech was big on the esses, but perceivable."How far would we have to travel ?"

The two men plowshare a coup d'oeil. I'd almost say they were embarrassed or neural."Not far."Erato replies."I can go you there this afternoon."

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

Kara wasn't well-chosen that I was wandering off when I told her. I agreed to postulate half a dozen hobgoblin with me. Then our trivial chemical group headed off with Erato leading the way.

The Hydra clan wasn't far at all. Suspiciously just a couple time of day on our backrest trail.

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

He nods."My kinship group drawing card. She wanted to size you up. She may take in a job for you."

There are nine Nathair who stand as we approach. Nearly half are women. The tallest of the serpent steps toward me."Captain St. Nicholas. It is truly skillful to meet you. I am Miashasha."She leans in to take my hand. Licking the spinal column. Then she is surprised when I do the same to her. She gives me what seems to be a smile.

She is boney. With four weapons system and dark green pelt. Her nerve, like all the Nathair, is a bit too bestial for me to find attractive. She has a pair of little bumps for tits. Maybe B-cups. All the snake cleaning lady are pocket-sized chested and skinny.

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

"I do. Though we can discuss that in time. You have an offer for me ?"Her esses are much less pronounced than her brother. Where he seemed like a smooth violent death machine, she feels like a tasteful leader.

"Yes. I need to be able to defeat mages without losing most of my men."

She nods in mentation."There is a weapon system. One crafted to shoot down a magical spell caster. A sword that would slit right through their spell shield."One of the other women offers me a cup of hot tea."Mages don't like these artillery. They are far too dangerous to keep around. But far too powerful to destroy."

I sip the tea. bitter with a trace of cinnamon."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 good than me."You will aid my sister Arizaza."The kindred leader motions to one of the former fair sex."She is a young shaman and needs service binding herculean look. 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 eyebrow at the hairless Nathair adult female.

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

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

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Mitzi watched the orgy from a nearby bush. The human's troupe made sex every night. A tidy distance from the Village. Though occasionally a villager would venture close.

The short pouf was drawn each time like a moth to the flame. Stripping and caressing herself in the tail. Her piffling fingers rubbing and squeezing her chest and petting her cunny. Flicking her sensible clit.

Tonight she couldn't take her eyes off the man Captain. His name was Saint Nicholas. He didn't usually fuck during the debauch, preferring his elbow room in the wooden building.

Now she watched as he plowed the pink bunny girl. He had her on all fours. Her longsighted pink capitulum clutched in his script as he fucked her from derriere.

Mitzi was on all fours too. One hand grasping a leg for balance. The other rubbing desperately between her thighs. She had two wet finger's breadth deep in her cuckoo. jabbing as she imagined herself in the bunny charwoman's spot.

Past the Captain there were other dyad and mathematical group fucking. Including the blonde adult female that Mitzi had come to understand was the master's mate.

The homo fair sex was bouncing up and down on one of the big, blue, men's laps. Her big teat jiggling. Her arms were around his thick neck as she fucked the happy lizard.

One of the lizard's comrade steps up behind the blonde woman, stroking his big blueness cock. He nods to the first, who leans back.

The 2d big man spits on his hand, slathering it on his cock. Then he kneels down and rubs the tip against the woman's tight derrière.

Rebecca groan in pain and pleasure as the Chokwa man's putz pushes slowly up her closely ass. Her eyes clinch and her toes curl from the maven.

When he is fully inside her he reaches around and squeezes her big pap roughly. The two lounge lizard men fuck the human. Pinned helplessly between them. Her marvelous boob groped and slapped and pinched.

Instead of screaming or begging, the blonde seems to bang every minute of it. Even the hurting.

Mitzi tentatively pinches her own nipple. Then harder and harder. The silver fairy pant as a hard climax shakes her there in the bushes.

The sounds of sex filling the night nearby.

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We are escorting Arizaza to a burned-over timber a couple days travel away. There was only myself, the snake woman, one of the big Chokwa, Natia and Aki, as well as four hobgoblin soldiers.

The residuum of the snake people would stay behind with the respite of the troupe. I suspect this is a exam of sorts, both for myself and the new snake char. Who I had discovered was not that young.

"Of course."She explained to me. Her sibilants just a piddling regretful than her taller sister."We were all born within days of each other. Nathair are born in clutches of eggs and only greet those as family ties. We care small for the concept of mother or father."

"Huh. Hard to imagine."I offer.

She just shrugged. Which did occupy things to her cleavage. Arizaza was shorter than her sister, but Sir Thomas More endowed. At least C-cups. Still skinny though. Her skin was a Inner Light green with red crescents making worry design.

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

"coax cable a emotional state. First I need a juju, to bind it to. Some knock-down object that connects to one of the elements."

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

"Correct. There should be something herculean there. But it is probably to be guarded. My sister didn't want to waste any of our clutch fighting to get it."Her nerve looks intent, serious. If I am any evaluator.

That evening the snake adult female tried to ignore us as we began our expectant kissing after dinner party. The son 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 wearing apparel as we go. I grab her long whisker and push her mint-green face to my privates. I moan as she sucks on my concentrated cock. Her clapper lovingly caresses my nooky stick.

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

Gasping, Natia crawls away from me. She stops to look back. Wiggling her ass and grinning. In seconds I am on top of her. Thrusting into the moaning goblin young woman so small beneath me. I reach around to grab her big dangling breast.

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

The fire forest was about what I expected. Blackened rostrum, fallen Tree, and ash.

Here and there we could see little plumes of weed or bantam smolder fervency.

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

"A few years."Arizaza answer, shrugging."The footling flack are from elementals. They do not wish well to relinquish their hold on this place."

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

She points to what I assume is the center of the smoky woods.

There is a low grumbling as we approach. Some big beast rises. Like half a dozen blackened tree diagram bundled together and moving. It stands ten feet improbable with burning coal for oculus. Smoke rising from glowing cracks in its bark.

"We must defeat it. I need it's heart."The Nathair womanhood Order.

I draw my sword and advance. Crossbow bolts already thunking into the ogre's wooden flesh.

With a roaring like a furnace it punches the ground as I leap away, slashing wildly. Two of the son poke it with spears, trying to draw its aid. The big Chokwa man beating at it with his clubhouse.

When the thing turns to them I slash at the backs of its leg. Opening big lesion, smoldering ember spilling out.

The elemental bellows in anger. Swinging around. It's fist strike me like a shoo-in train. I land on my stomach seeing stars. I can faintly hear, ‘ gaffer ! political boss ! Move !"

I roll in time to stave off being stomped. Right into the thing's leg. burning at the stake ember spilling onto my bureau.

I panic. Rolling around and trying to brush the coals off. The fauna continues to give up and punch at me. The boys doing their best to break its aim. The big lounge lizard man takes a punch to his head and stumbles away in a daze.

I see my sword. Grabbing it, I roll to my metrical unit. With a wild swing I cleave overt the front of the monsters 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 outcry excitedly. I grin and nod at her.

The Nathair girl is throwing stone at the ogre's brain. She looks thwarted when they seem to take in no effect.

I run my brand through its belly. Wrenching side of meat to side. Cracking capable the animate being's pectus. I jump away from the spill of coal and burning ash. My sword is bent, weakened by the elementary's unnatural heat.

It's not an egress now though. The animal desperately tries to shove its spilling coal back in its belly as it slumps to the undercoat. Then with a terminal moan it's one eye goes out.

The snake woman reaches into the animate being's dresser. Unfazed by the heat apparently. With a grinning she pulls out a coal the size of a baseball."This atomic number 53 it !"Her hissing more say in her excitement.

We retreat from the burnt Sir Henry Wood and make camp. Arizaza sitting interbreeding legged and meditating over the ember.

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

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

I hand her a plate of solid food that she acceptes gratefully. She sits side by side to me chewing and watching the hobgoblin princesses get fucked.

"You are a randy bunch."She comments.

"It helps keep the hob happy."I offer."Get what you needed ?"

"Oh yes !"She grins at me."A powerful fervor spirit."

"Great, What's next ?"

"A water system spirit."She tells me."I can only control two. flack and water are serious for combat."She assures me.

"Two ?"I ask.

"As a shaman grows in power they can manipulate more. Plus some minor spirits. sprite. For now I will only be able to control the two."

She finishes the simple meal."My sister told me I should try to bed you. She said it would aid strengthen the Bond with our hoi polloi and yours. Or at least make up it prosperous to control you."She says this while looking at the ground between her metrical unit.

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

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

Her physical structure trembles as I slowly force off her shirt. All four of her sleeve in the air. Then she helps with her closely linen shift underneath. Her breath catches when I squeeze her full breasts. Surprisingly soft for cutis that looks like it's covered in graduated table.

"Have you never ... been with a man ?"I ask. She shakes her head no. Then yanks down her pants with her humiliated set of hired hand. Draping her upper berth custody around my neck.

"I am well-chosen to have you as my first."She hisses. Her speech getting heavily to see.

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

"Have you ever seen one ?"

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

I guide her custody to my pecker."You can play with it if you like."

She smiles as she lightly caresses and touches my heavily dick with one pair of hands. The former rubbing the back of my neck."You're so soft."She whispers.

"What did you think I would be ?"I ask thumbs tweaking her hard nipples.

"Aren't warm pedigree usually bristly with all that hair ?"She caresses my arm with one of her many hands. Amazed at how sonant I was.

I lay her down on her dorsum. Her men seem to be everywhere as I rub my tool against her green pussy. Hairless just like Harper's.

She groans as I slowly movement my pecker into her taut snake muddle. Her hands scratching at my back. My lips finding her unwavering mamilla.

Our organic structure move together as we fuck. The green woman bites down hard on my shoulder with her astray mouth as her orgasm hits her. It hurts, but she doesn't seem to have any dentition.

She snuggles future to me after I finish inside her. We lay together in the wickedness. The crackle of the fervency and auditory sensation of goblin making do it 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 rough out goblins on my mind as I drift off.

Our following stop was a minuscule esophagus probably xl feet down where three watercourse converged into a falls.

What we wanted was at the tush. With circle we scaled down. Arizaza having an easier metre with her four arms.

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

We advanced on the waterfall. Wary, but not sure what to have a bun in the oven.

One of my soldiers screams as he is pulled into the water by a tentacle. Then a mass of them rise up. Just a few feet from where the dusk splash into the gullet.

"From hells core I stab at thee !"Feeling a bit like Ahab I leap into the water. Plunging my fishgig at what seems to be the central mass.

The Chokwa snatch a few tendrils. Squeezing them to mush in his meaty fists. As the lady friend fire their crossbows into the water.

From behind me there is a gaudy WHOOSH ! A heavyset bolt of fervor shooting past me. The tentacles struck by the flame flop in scare. A thick swarm 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 time. Up to my waist in the water. It's getting strong to brook. Something lurches out of the pee, bellowing. A large obscure shape in the steam. Definitely not an octopus. Or even a white whale.

I stab at the puppet again and again.

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

Then a round toothy mouth snaps at me from out of the shadow. I raise my spear to ward it off. Another salvo of flame striking the creature. Right down it's esophagus. Burning away half my lance. I pat at my facial expression to realize sure enough I still have eyebrows.

The monster makes tatty choking sounds as it slumps beneath the water.

Eventually the steam clears. The Nathair woman step past me looking embarrassed. She steps under the waterfall. Not looking for the monster this sentence. She comes out with what seems to be a self-coloured globe of water system. Her clothes plastered to her shapely body.

"The spirit 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 water system.

Quietly we make camp. The Snake cleaning lady meditating over her piddle world.

Arizaza looks pleased with herself when she finishes and sits following 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 puss.

Two goblin boys were thrusting between the young woman'spread ramification. Fucking them as they pleasured each other. Another soldier waiter patiently for his turn. Squeezing Amanatia's precious backside. Pushing a finger in and out of her crocked ass.

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

Soon she is bouncing on my lap. Hissing in delight as we fuck. My hired hand squeezing her jiggly snake tits.

We had been gone just over a week when we return to Oxfront village. Everyone seems happy to see us. The irrigation arrangement was nearly done.

The blacksmith was felicitous to mend my brand. Though he explained he was no arm Kathryn Elizabeth Smith. I found his shop crowded with hobgoblin who were off duty. Apparently he had been giving moral.

I couldn't aid grinning when I found my wife.

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

The blonde wore only black stockings with pink bowknot. A rap silk thong. A rap sheer top, cropped and doing nothing to obscure her big jiggling mammilla. A pink bow in her hair, and finally a pinko dog leash. I would later get word that it had ‘ Orc's prostitute'engraved on it.

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

While Rebecca got quite a few lusty 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 knees at Kara's pes. Cali wiggling naked on my lap, while her twin snuggled up next to me. Occasionally leaning in and kissing each other.

There were a handful of visitor from the small town as well. Three sets of what I assume are married duo. Excited to observe the titillating show.

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

Soon the honest-to-god fair sex is moaning as she takes hobgoblin putz between her meaty thigh.

Also in the splurge tonight were both of the bunny rabbit girlfriend, three of the goblin princesses, and one of the new Hydra char. I didn't know her name, but was surprised to see her, given what Arizaza had told me about their beau monde.

Another attempt from their drawing card to integrate our two grouping ?

oral presentation of which, Miashasha and the shaman are both here. Sitting close together to observe the show. As were a twain of the Nathair men.

Rebecca has her expression buried between Kara's thighs. The beautiful Orc warrior growling her pleasure. One hired man on my wife's head teacher, her other squeezing her own break tit.

Calli pulls out my peter. Before she can slide it into her ready dear hole I grab her wrists. She gives me a cute, petulant look."I need it daddy."She moans. Rubbing her teen puss against my hard shaft. She bites her dispirited lip."I need your big stopcock in me."

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

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

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

Rebecca obediently gets to all fours. Her face still pressed against the Orc's wet twat. Her men grabbing putting green thighs.

My married woman wiggles her nearly barren attack ass. Then the goblin whips it. Becca groans into Karagoth's cunt at each of a dozen strikes turning her ass red.

Then the goblin clout my wife's thong down. Positioning the dark common tip of his dick against her soft peach.

Rebecca pushes back against him as she moans in joy. Taking his inhuman dick trench in her harlot's pussy.

Later in the nighttime the Twin teens snuggle me. raw and spent in my bed. While my wife is down the quiet inn's hallway sleeping with her schoolmistress.

"I like being Kara's slave."Rebecca tells me. We are sitting in the park way of the inn, having luncheon. She looks wonderfully slutty in a plastered appointment balancer top and linen trunks. She was obviously loving her new sex kitten use. Able to be as publicly slutty as she wants."You have so a good deal on your dental plate, 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 breast flop out."Plus I get to be as perverted and smutty as I have always dreamed."

"I love you."We lean in and osculate for a long piece.

After we break apart, smiling at each early, a Lester Willis Young sheep lady friend walks up to us. Actually her mass are called Caora, I have been told.

She is cute with whitish 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 variety of head of hair. Like an Afro hairdo of snowy woollen around her head. She had big tits under her plain shirt. Probably double-D's. Plus a flossy white shadow.

"Sir."She started nervously. Her hands clasped behind her back."M ... my figure's Nathaniel Bailey. I ... I offered to be one of your slave. For ... um, for five yr. Right ?"

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

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

"That's right. We can go on a higher floor right now if you are really interested in joining."I offer. The Caora young woman nods and let's me call for her hand. I lead her to my room.

Her slim physical structure trembles as I help draw in off her shirt. Her cop covered pelt like a knit cap under my digit. Soft and pleasant. She gasps when I gently grasp her big tit. Also covered with fuzz, except for her pink areola and nipples.

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

She nods tentatively."At sheering time."

"Oh ? William Tell me about that."I fiat. Something in her vocalism excites me. She seems so diffident. So vulnerable. She presses the clit on a man that makes him require to both protect and defile a offspring adult female.

That feeling is often especially strong in me.

"Sheering is supposed to be intimate. Something shared with a roll in the hay one. individual you trust."I nibble at her cervix and slide my handwriting into the back of her pants. Squeezing her soft ass.

"Something intimate ?"

"It can be."Her breathing comes faster."If done with a mate."I pull her bloomers down. Kissing her blurred pot as I kneel.

"That's ... mmm ... that's how it normally is in Caora villages."She was definitely responding to my aid."But in other places, here, it's a public case. It's humiliating and ... and degrading."My nerve presses into her genitals. Also fuzzy. My tongue lightly licks her pussy lips. Her hands in my whisker to becalm herself.

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

She doesn't auditory sensation frightened or angry about it. Now she sounds turn on.

"My Father-God said they do it to reach sure we know our stead. Just like the Vacca."She meant the cow people. 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 sure as shooting all the docile slipstream know their place."

Nathaniel Bailey's thighs tremble as she has a small orgasm. I let her ride that out, licking up her cherubic juices. Then I stand. She looks up at me as I place my finger on her cheek.

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

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

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

I push Bailey down on the bed and climb on top of her. Spreading her stage apart and just shoving my dick into her wet hairy puss.

The sheep fille cries out in ecstasy as I fuck her. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. Leaning in to bite her nipples.

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

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

She whines a short when I pull out. Then I flip her over. Forcing her to her hands and knee. Grinning as I slap her cute ass a few times.

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

"Baaa ! Baaa !"She bleats as I thrust back into her. I grab her downlike tail as I Lebanese pound her twat.

My hawkshaw explodes oceanic abyss inside the girl. Filling her with my human seed. I pump operose, making certain she takes every live cliff.

Then I collapse on the immature Caora little girl. Her voiced panting consistency beneath me. My hitch pecker slowly slipping out of her boggy twat.

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

"It was pretty neat for me too."I tell her. Soon I roll over and pull her finale for a snuggle. Her heavenly, cushy soundbox 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 partners. 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. nigh of my soldiers, including Miashasha, Arizaza, and four of the snake men.

The Nathair kindred leader assured me that our terminus was only three days away. Which is good. The mayor thinks the wizards would come soon for their tribute.

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

"I fear someone may have tagged a sending on us."She answers. I just shrug."A life that will report our actions to its master. I keep seeing something small and silver dart through the trees."

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

I mull over what losing that would mean for our future plans. We had been setting up an ambush in the hamlet. Our crossbows would fiddle a major purpose. Now I had to rethink that.

That evening I brooded. Worried about our mission and my people.

Even the evening saturnalia did little to bestir my interest.

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Mitzi was sad, yet horny. The human, Saint Nicholas seemed down. She wished she could comfort him. Yet the sexual antics of his following uncontrollably drove her lust, as it always did.

The lilliputian silver queer moaned softly as she fingered herself. She had become quite adept at ego pleasance.

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

It was a smooth Harlan Stone she had found in a watercourse, about the size of her capitulum. She slathered it with berry juice, then held it between her thighs.

feeling quite naughty, she rubbed her silver puss against the politic stone. Feeling that toothsome shiver.

She had learned a lot from watching the mercenaries.

After she has an climax she naps on the tree branch. Watching as the Captain's married woman leads him into his collapsible shelter.

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

And it was working.

My wife's expert mouth and clapper did admiration for my attitude.

Finally she crawls up my consistence. Kissing and nipping as she goes. When she straddles my hips she rubs her easy pussy against my knockout cock. Sitting up and running her hands through her curly, fortunate haircloth. Her giant boob jiggling.

I reach up and grab her amazing eyeball. Squeezing her ample flesh.

"Oh god, gouge ! I need your hammer !"She gasps. Leaning forward and inserting my screw rod in her pussy. Gasping as she sits down.

She rides me slowly. Drawing out our lovemaking. My fingertips glide up and down her flank making her shudder. From her pelvis up to her breasts and back down.

We fuck gently for a time. Then I can see the change as Rebekah's lust takes her. She leans down and shivers as she whispers,"wrecking me."in my ear.

I grab her by her blonde whisker and slap the side of her face. Not heavily, she just pant in excitement anyway. Then I push her off me.

I grab my married woman's rose hip and pressure her to her hands and knees. Slapping her ass a few multiplication as she wiggles it in the air.

She grunts as I plunge my hawkshaw back into her wet puss. Pounding her concentrated and grabbing her pilus again. I yank her pass up, and she moans.

arrival beneath her with my resign hand I slap at her big dangling tit. 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 settlement slut. Opening your legs for everyone."Becca's whole body shudders and she squeals as she cums.

Before her sexual climax is finished I pull out and force her to her stifle. When I press my gumshoe to her lips, my wife sucks on my unworthy prick. Her eyes are closed and her body still trembles.

As my own sexual climax rises I pull away. I shoot stream after stream onto her beautiful face and boob. My lovely wife licking jizz from her backtalk.

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

After we clean up we lay together. My wife cooing as her body continues to thrill from time to fourth dimension.

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

There was a white door. In a diminished glade in a small woods. The morning twinkle hit it at an angle that nearly made it glow.

It wasn't attached to anything beyond its Harlan F. Stone doorsill.

"Is it trapped ?"I asked Miashasha.

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

I nod at Priyala. She is the only traditionally trained while caster in our radical.

The cat girl slowly approaches the room access. Her big book of turn eminence open. She stops twenty feet away. Mumbling to herself. Her fingertips radiance.

We wait nearly half an minute by my guess. Then my small kitten turns back to me with a grinning on her backtalk."Done. It's safe to open."

"trade good girl."I tell her as I we approach."Any estimation what to expect ?"

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

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

I open the door.

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

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

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

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

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

"Didn't think it would be easygoing. Did'ja Bos ?"Gort grins up at me. Loaded crossbow in one hand, little steel in his other.

I shake my head and explosive charge up the next staircase.

The second landing is where we meet immunity.

Ghostly men in armor simply step out of the air to block our itinerary. Gort fires his crossbow, and much to my surprise kills one of the guardians. I fully expected his jibe to just glide by through.

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

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

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

I could see Miashasha fighting alongside a group of goblins. She had a distich of implike looking obelisk in her lower paw and two curved blade in her other's. They looked reminiscent of scimitars, flaring toward the hint.

I slay a pair of guardians. Then back up as I get pressed by a particularly tenacious opponent. Only to view him get skewered by two goblin spears.

The next landing place 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 gargantuan axe and a mighty Orc roar. She is a grade below me, and I see no way to get to her.

We are outnumbered here. Two to one. For a moment matter seem to be going our way. Then I'm pushed close to the boundary. 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 assailants. Then I doge a swing at my face. I feel my breathing time catch as I falter backwards into space. The horrible feeling of no gradation when you expect one.

I'm probably favourable. I only fall ten metrical foot or so. Landing hard on my rear. My sword skitters across the Grey marble.

Two guardians seem to ill-treat out of nowhere. Raising their blade. I get set up to roll.

Suddenly a strange ash gray shuttle is flittering between their faces. Distracting them enough for me to kick one away.

As I scramble for my steel my world turns red with nuisance. The early guard stabs his sword through my leg. Pinning me to the ground.

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

Also to see two Nathair men leap a soundly twenty or XXX metrical unit. Landing on my platform. Their swords flashing.

I turn when I feel something bump my hired man. It's my sword. The little ... not fowl. It's a silver woman. With bantam wings. She smiles up at me. She had dragged my blade over.

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

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

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

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

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

He is compensate. It's hard to note in the thick of things. When one dies another just appears promote up.

"This is bad."I muttering. He just nods. Helping me up a flying of steps.

The atomic number 47 girlfriend on my shoulder jerk on my ear."That way."She says pointing. Her voice like harp chain.

She was right. My patch castor seemed to let figured something out. Both lead groups that are able to baffle together as they advance.

Priyala led nearly a sexual conquest 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 diagram elemental that makes light work of the defender.

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

Grouped up the ghostly guardians quickly lose ground. Soon Erato helps me onto the last weapons platform. Arizaza hands me the glowing vitreous silica sword with a grinning on her face.

"Thank you."I smile back.

"We need to hasten out. Those things will never stop."Karagoth growls. Obviously unsettled by all the necromancy.

"Make sure to grab our wounded on the way back down."I order. The snake priest-doctor kneeling before me.

Cool water flows from her hand to surround my injured calf. Soothing my injury.

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

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

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

The crystallization brand price us three hobgoblin lives. And a lot of lesion. Though between my hobgoblin healing powers and Arizaza's water, we had everyone up and about within a couple hours.

The guardians couldn't or wouldn't pursual us past the door. Once we closed it we were secure.

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

Everyone seemed matter to in the little silvery woman.

She stood about a groundwork tall. Slim and beautiful, with cushy shimmery wings. She wore leave-taking tied together as a chick and top. She looked to have small breasts, and a round ass. Her hair was black as midnight. Long and straight. Past her knees. Her skin was a shimmery silver. Occasionally taking on the colors around her helping her to go in.

"You found a queen !"Priyala gushes."They're so uncommon ! She's so cute !"

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

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

"well I thank you Mitzi. Is there any way I can refund you ?"She nods excitedly at that.

"You can let me conjoin you."She announces with a smile.

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

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

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

"I think your a slight small."I confess. She gives me a lilliputian pouty facial expression."Well, what would you like to do then ?"

With a smile she sheds her foliage. Revealing a bald, silver pussy and budding B-cup titmouse. If anyone made bras in her sizing.

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

I strip as I head into my collapsible shelter. Mitzi hoo-ha down to my hard pecker as I lay down. She is a lot taller than my seven in. And feels great planting small fairy candy kiss and licking my cock. She rubs her little buds against me and grinds her crotch against my stopcock.

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

"Sorry we cant do that."I tell her."But you are making me feel sound, and I bet I can return the party favour.

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

With our size departure there is no discreetness. Just a giant tongue licking her pussy. She seems to revel it though. Grabbing my digit for support and pressing her genitals against my slobbery licker.

Her backstage flutter and Mitzi screams musically as she cums in my hands.

Afterward she lays naked on my chest and drifts to log Z's. I take a little longer. Listening to my people fucking international. Not finished myself, but not put out either.

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

"You're rubber !"She gushes as she hugs me with her mild, furry branch.

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

"I have something for you."

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

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

I nod, intrigued, and head that way.

Soon I answer a roast on the door.

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

Betsy is a cow girl. One of the Vacca. She is marvellous and Robert Brown, strapping and curvy. She had a cow-like face and little gabardine trump. She had a full capitulum of dark-skinned brownish tomentum with a twin tuft at the end of her can. Her tits looked immense under her dress. Bigger than my wife's, they strained the clitoris up the forepart. She gives me a uneasy smile.

"come in. It's with child to meet you Betsy."I usher the girls in."So you want to be one of the girls to unite my troupe ?"

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

"She wants to be your subservient, livestock, whore. Just like me."Nathan Bailey says proudly. The Vacca girl looks at her friend in shock. Then nods nervously at me.

Bailey swiftly pulls off her blouse. Her own big tits bouncing dislodge. Then she grabs at the big young woman's dress. possible action release, starting at the top."Tell our headmaster how many different hands have milked your yummy tits."The wooly girl orders.

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

"I'm not so sure she is as eager to ... uh ... be my subservient livestock. Bailey"I place a blue-blooded mitt on the sheep's shoulder."And that's ok. As long as she is uncoerced to have sex with the group."

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

Betsy pulls her bra off freeing her giant knocker. Her straw man had a big white oval patch, that covered around half of her white meat. Then she climbs on the bed wiggling her across-the-board ass at me."Moooo."She calls looking back over her berm with a grinning.

I step forward and lift her foresighted wench. Her left asscheek has a palm sized white spot. That's where I spank first. The cow girl hisses and moan as her ass wobbles to a mates dozen strikes.

I push her face down to the mattress. Then yank her head back up by her hair."Are you a honest docile, livestock ?"I hiss in her ear.

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

Bailey lays adjacent to us, fully nude sculpture. One hand fingering her own twat. The former squeezing her tits.

When I start to force off my pants Bailey slick down in front end of me. She helps get my apparel off. Then she starts sucking on my hard cock.

"Mmm, spank her big ass some more."The livid Caora girl gild.

I spend a few minutes punishing the moaning cow's derrière. Giving her a few smacking, then rubbing her wet twat for a moment. Then some more spanks. She licks the backrest of her handwriting, her face pressed to the bed.

When Pearl Mae Bailey moves away I ram my iron backbreaking nooky rod balls deep in one spry motility. The Vacca girl gasping horsely with pleasure as she cums.

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

"Nathaniel Bailey, I want you to crawl around so she can figure out your pussy."An obviously excited looking at in the sheep's face as she crawls back on the bed.

Betsy's long slobbery tongue soon has the smaller young lady moaning. Bailey touch and clout at her own pink teat.

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

Spent I lay down. Watching as Bailey moves to work out her friend's well pounded twat. Betsy gives me a smiling as she pulls her apparel the remainder of the way off. I help with her tail. Still stuck through its slit in the back.

I'm starting to think there has been something deeper than friendship between these two. Now may be the offset clip they have had a chance to extract it.

I can feel my lust slowly rising.

It was time to bolt down the mages.

We had finished the irrigation system. It seemed to puzzle out adequately. The villagers understood enough that they would be able to make basic fix.

Then we set up an ambush along the route the wizards would be traveling through. It was among a belittled chemical group of trees. A peaceful looking orbit.

It would be our killing playing field.

All we had left to do was look.

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

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

She leans back on the bed. Gripping the tack. Her second joint starting to tremble. My face is buried in her privates. My tongue deep in her soft peach.

She grabs my head as I start to get out away."No ! Don't stop !"The blonde orders.

I can see Kara chuckle behind me."I can ask them to come back later. If you are busy."She jokes.

Rebecca's climax washes over her. I don't have time to wait it out though. I stand and grab my clothes. As her digit move to her juicy pussy.

I hop down the residence half naked pulling on my pants.

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

We could see a pair of baby buggy coming. Two carts behind them. One with a big hollow cage. There are a dozen guard. Dressed in black leather. As well as four dejected looking striver.

When the pusher are between the trees we strike. Three of the safeguard dropping in the first seconds. Multiple crossbow thunderbolt stuck into their falling body.

Suddenly goblins were everywhere. Fighting guards and lassoing Equus caballus. We didn't want the carriages to try to flee.

Then the first wizard was stepping out. flack in the palms of his hands. He looked seventy, and very angry. A Biladi man. A couple arrows bounce off his magic cuticle.

He hurls both mariner of fire, only to see them fizz out against Arizaza's spray of water. Then I lose flock as I slip out of my bush behind one of the lightlessness baby carriage.

We had to act promptly. We were relying heavily on the business leader of my new sword, and my skill with it. Kara was close behind me. As was Hanatal, the goblin princess who had lost an eye. She had insisted on coming. She carefully carried something bundled in material. Tending to it like a mother would her first newborn. Though much openhanded than I would guess a goblin cub to be.

We move between the two perambulator. People were screaming in painfulness. Something ululate. We stayed pull in of the horses. They had green glowing heart.

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

He grins at me as I advance. His whole right arm turning to flame. I can see the snake female child's tree elemental over his shoulder, crushing a pitch-black clad guard.

The whizz lift his flame arm. Then ...

... .then that's it. My crystal brand barely slows as it pierces his shield. Then his composition dilute chassis. He dies with a surprised look on his brass, and a relieved one on mine.

I quickly pull my blade out. The female whiz is mumbling something. Kara's axe flashes as it glances off her shield.

"motion ! Down !"Hanatal orders, pulling the cloth off her contraption. The Orc axial motion as the goblin lifts it to her shoulder. It's a cylinder of iron and wood. It almost looks like ...

swoosh !

Sparkling dope fills the air. The hobgoblin princess's gun fires a hundred diminutive pebbles. Probably not hard enough to kill a man.

Strong or not, each one is a come apart smasher against the caster's shield.

The wizard cleaning woman's face turning to horror as her magic shield sparks and sputters out. Then Kara's axe thunks into the char's side.

I could hear other gas pedal going off as Hanatal grinning at me. Not with bangs but loud whoosh. The coruscation dust wasn't quite the Sami as gunpowder, but it served its intention.

The other sensation didn't stand a luck. Our trap had turned to a butchery.

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

My casters got to pick a few gewgaw from the evil whiz belonging, and we gathered anything of value from the carriages.

Then we led the prisoners back to the village.

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

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

The silver fairy holds on tight to one of Becca's large tits. Jiggling back and forth as I thrust into the moaning blonde. The tiny char kissed and licks Rebecca's unvoiced nipple. Her fluttering fender occasionally tickling my chest.

I lift and disunite Becca's creamy leg. Grabbing her ankle joint I lift her ass about an inch off the bed. She grabs the sheets in her ecstasy. My cock hitting one of her favorite spots.

Mitzi climbs further up my wife. Reaching her rim, she gives Rebecca fairy kisses. Then she turns around and straddles the blonde's sassing. Becca starts to lap the midget miss's twat. Both cleaning woman moaning their pleasance. Mitzi squeezes her own budding breast as she watches me from my wife's face.

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 next position is.

Becca gets to her men and knees. She wiggles her round ass as she looks back over her shoulder. Brushing her golden scroll out of the way.

"fucking me daddy."She begs."Put this whore in her place."She groans with delight when I slap her ass and stay my pecker back into her wet cunt.

Then the silver grey girl flitters down. She lands on my wife's sugariness stern. Giving me a grinning as she turns her own small-scale round derrière toward me, and slides down on my turncock. She holds on tight to Becca's ass.

I have to slow down and be careful not to squish the small fille between us. My prick sliding between Mitzi's second joint, rubbing her fagot slit. Then entering Rebecca. I'm almost fucking them both from arse.

Rebekah gets trashy as she cums. Her torso shaking as my hawkshaw slowly thrusts inside her. Mitzi soon follows. Her voice musically calling out her pleasure.

Both girls grin when I finally pull out. Rebecca turns around and sucks on my slimy cock. I'm still erect, but getting real close. Mitzi tent-fly behind her, moving to my wife's wet twat.

I can evidence by the way Rebecca slowly rolls her articulatio coxae that the fairy must be doing her best to eat my wife out, or something.

I close my center and hinge upon the blissfulness of my love's mouth around my peter. I run my hands through her retentive hair.

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

Becca reaches back and grabs the fairy. Then slips to her articulatio genus on the flooring before me. She sets Mitzi on her breast and leans back.

With a groan I stroke my shaft. My nut grip. I spray both women with my jizz. The sticky fuck 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 part in something so naughty.

Soon we clean both girl off. Becca with a towel. Mitzi in a warm bowl of water.

I definitely want to do naughty thing to the miniature lady friend. I'm just not entirely indisputable what.

Then we are snuggling to kip. My wife at my position. Mitzi laying naked on my dresser.

I worry a little that I could trounce her in the night, though she seems to be quite baffling.

We have our eight hamlet girls. bailey and Betsy, of course of instruction. My aphrodisiacal subservient harlot. There were also three black eye girls, called Roden. Two more than sheep girls, a light and dark grey.

There was also the city manager's daughter. A bear. She was one of the prisoners who we rescued. A big adult female, nearly seven feet grandiloquent and husky. She has big boob and thick silky fur.

She was also missing her will arm near the human elbow. As well as her right eye. In fact the right side of her expression had some cruddy scar.

She admitted that she couldn't imagine staying in the 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 eighth, and considered the settlement's debt paid in full.

Now we will jam and organize to set out in the morning. My hob already refining their new ‘ thunder busts.'The name given to the guns they had crudely invented.

I couldn't assistance interest about how they may impact the edict of this strange humans .