I grab the cat charwoman's gray tail. Kneeling on her bed, balls deep in her noble cunt. Divya's pleasured make vibrant sounds turn to yammer of pain in the neck and lecherousness as I squeeze and yank her seat.

"Yes ! Harder !"She orders throwing her head teacher back. Her black hair's-breadth tosses around wildly.

I slap her velvet ass hard with my unloosen manus. Thrusting deep in her warm, wet hole.

Across the room my wife kneels before the Count. Her blonde head in his lap, bobbing up and down. A looking at of bliss on Ritvik's feline nerve.

The Countess's kitty-cat throbbing around my cock as she comes to a screeching orgasm. I try to have got back but the aesthesis is too lots. I groan as I fill her with my hot jizz.

We collapse into each former's arm. Watching her husband lift my married woman and situation her beautiful soundbox on his lap. Rebecca moans loudly as he impales her with his thick cat penis.

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

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

I glance back at my married woman. Her beautiful, Brobdingnagian tits bouncing up and down as she rides the Lord.

The Countess strike my limp 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 give her a recollective kiss. Comforted by the phone of my married woman's pleasured moan from across the bedroom.

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

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

There are twenty dollar bill hobgoblin men. baseball club goblin women. The three big Chokwa lounge lizard men, and their taller sister. Two Nathair men, four armed reptiles. The two bunny young lady. Priyala, a Biladi spellcaster. Gertrude and her twin daughter. My lovely wife.

And, of path Karagoth of the Broken Wing kin group. My beautiful Orc cooperator. She gives me a toothy grin, her little tusks glinting in the betimes spark.

With a concluding undulation to the Countess and her married man I lead my troupe into the streets. We definitely get a lot of stares from the mostly Biladi townsfolk. Though we get a few friendly moving ridge as well.

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

If the Count's single-valued function were rectify there were human land in that direction. Past some mountain ranges.

We traveled for two days before the trail entered a thick-skulled wood. It seemed to be called Brass leaf Woods. At least that's what Aki had written in her notebook computer. Her letters seemed to be getting full by the day.

There were regular spots along the lead cut out so travelers had room to bivouac. A few even had midget cabins for a weary traveler to get out of harsh weather condition.

We were positioned around one of these our first eventide in the woods when there was a burnished New York minute near one of the fires and a audio like WHOOSH !

Everyone came running over to happen Hanatal and a handful of hobgoblin. 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 foray. Now she wore a black eyepatch that someone had sewn a copper coin to. Her other eye is a dull grey, like a construction storm.

She is thick than her curvy cousin-german. With light green cutis. She had pocket-size C-cup tits. They were perky with a dispersion of glowering green freckles across them. Her hair was shortly, a wickedness green.

"What's going on ?"I ask.

"twinkle dust."As if that answered everything. Seeing the lack of comprehension on my aspect she goes on,"hedgerow Wizards make it for bards and other entertainers. It ... it sparkles."She looks around for a bit, embarrassed."It makes a lot of smoke when set to fire. I thought maybe like your gum powder."

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

"I ... I think so ?"

"fountainhead, maybe do experiment further away from coterie. Especially 1 involving flack 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 pelt along off with a flaming stick.

"well, I tell them stories from our world."I answer, taking her handwriting in mine.

"Dangerous stories it sounds like."She gives me a grin. Then a peck on the cheek.

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

This would be her offset clock time with the boy, and she was excited. The goblin men still looked uneasy as they approached her. Glancing at me to hit surely everything was ok. I had spent some metre explaining to them that I was perfectly fine with them treating my wife like a cocotte.

I give Gort a petty nod. He grabs her smashed linen shorts and yanks them down. His small viridity hand slaps her round picket ass. Then he spreads her pussylips apart and shoved his bumpy K dick deep inside my loving Rebecca.

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

"I think the glisten dust might work boss."A interpreter says.

"Huh ?"I offer, distracted by a goblin grabbing my wife's font.

Hanatal sits side by side to me."Like the gun powder."

Becca lowers her head to the hobgoblin's crotch. Taking his big cock in her mouth.

The former woman have started moaning now too. As their collaborator happily fuck them.

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

"We just need a blacksmith's shoppe, or something."The commons haired girl says. She was wearing a sheer crop-top I can clearly see her perky, freckled, nipple and obscure nipple. She also had on red lacing panties with matching stockings.

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

I pull the green little girl onto my lap. Her handwriting reaching down and rubbing the tip of my dick through my shorts.

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

"Very much."She squeals in excitement 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 skirmish across the freckles on her chest.

"I love to watch my wife having sex. There is an upheaval in sharing something that is supposed to be sacred. In defiling it, only to find oneself that it has no event on the way you love one another."Her bridge player is in my short. Stroking my iron erection.

Rebecca pulls her head away from the hob in presence of her. Moaning loudly through her get-go orgasm of the Nox.

Hanatal pulls off her panties and straddled my lap. Riding my dick with a gasp. I kiss the beautiful gullible young woman, as goblins fuck my wife in the background.

———-

Mitzi is a poove. Barely a young adult. No pocket-sized feat growing up in these woods. The last few year had been hard on her kin. A flock of Black bird of Jove had moved in, and their favorite food seemed to be the diminished people.

There were fewer and few of her kind every season.

She had been picking berries at the boundary of a clarification when she saw the radical of hobgoblin. As she looked up her silver medal hide sparkling softly in the sun.

At just a base tall the little blue angel fruits were big in her custody. They would be good eating for her kindred. She dropped them though. Fascinated by the unknown troupe. They seemed to be led by a man. A man.

She had followed the marching group all day. Fascinated by the strange mix of tall races.

That night she sat on a tree branch. Her mercurial skin shading in with her surroundings. Her greenness top and skirt ( leaves sewn together with grass ) simply adding to the consequence.

She is fascinated as the group splits into minuscule chemical group and married person. Then they blatantly start rutting. Right there in populace.

Even the human leader, with a niggling 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 incur a suitable partner. early than seeing animals breeding she had almost no experience.

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

She had awoke to recover their grey wrinkly hands caressing her young soundbox. As they held her down, the grinning men slid their hands under her top. Grabbing at her budding bosom.

She wanted to scramble away, but their touch made her smell so funny story. Sort of adept. But naughty.

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

She whined when stubby fingers rubbed at her soft, virgin peach. Sending foreign pressing tingles through her silver body.

Her world flashed white with adept when her raw 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 pip nearly every Night since then. Just brushing and fondling. Causing her own tingles, but always stopping when she started to feel that strange white hot pleasure.

Now she found her hired man sliding up her skirt again as she watched the mass fuck. Her gaze mostly drawn to the man man and his little park fellow.

‘ If he likes a little green young lady ... maybe he would care a little ash gray one ?'She thought to herself. The thought sending strange thrills through her body.

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

Eventually the company breaks up. The the great unwashed retire to their collapsible shelter. 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.

"spine for more, pretty ?"An oleaginous phonation asks from a trap under a nearby rotted shoetree stump. The two gnomes must inhabit under the dead tree.

Mitzi lowers her head and submissively manner of walking to the hole. Ashamed at what she was doing, but powerless to stop herself.

The gnome leads her down into a twisty burrow. His manus reaches down and squeezes her rhythm 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 stem covered in pale mushroom and beetles. Another four gnomes sit at scratchy mesa eating gruel.

Mitzi shudder in the cool air and their hungry regard. Regretting her decisiveness.

"aspect what we got tonight boys !"Her guide grins a wrinkly, ugly grin.

The husky men stand up and palisade the thin nance. She clasps her hands together across her breasts as the men begin tugging at her clothes.

The leafy top easily tearing away as the men cheer.

deal tug her skirt down as others pull her script away from her budding tit. She gasps as they grope and maul her bid nubs. Her youth body tingling at the the sensation.

"Put her on the table."Her cruel guide fiat. The men pull her on her back on the jolting table. Her balmy annex crumpling underneath her young body. They pin her down, pulling her weapon out. They spread legs obscenely across-the-board. Leaving her Virgin kitty-cat vulnerable to the guide's wicked signature.

"As I recall this really got you going endure time, pretty."The guide says, reaching between her thighs. Her consistence already writhing as the former old men's bridge player grope and caress her.

The guide's fingers poke and prod her sensitive pussy. The scrunch man grins as he watches the outcome it has on her.

Mitzi groans as she feels a stumpy finger jam inside her to its firstly knuckle. Not far, but it's the first matter to ever get through her Virgo the Virgin netherlips. Not even her own fingers have dared.

"Please ..."The girl begs. Though she is diffident what she is asking for.

The dwarf moves his finger up and down slowly, watching as the poor slut shudders. One of his blood brother clamps his rim over the miss's diminished right hand tit. Sucking hard on the lilliputian bud. Drawing an excited pant from the nance.

The guide flicks Mitzi's clitoris with his thumb. The ash grey girl lets out a penetrating squeal. Her whole physical structure shake.

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

The gnomes laugh as Mitzi's first orgasm overwhelms her. The piffling silver girl lost in clouds of forced intimate bliss.

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

There's a moment of pain as her pureness is ripped away. The gnomes cheer as she throws her head back. Then that clean walking on air airstream over her again. The gnome's cock thrusting in and out of her tight fucking hole.

Mitzi moan and pant in black delight 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 side by side, lads ?"He laughs.

The evil, wrinkled men use her young body through the sleep of the farseeing night. Over and over their heavyset putz violate her kitty-cat, her ass, and her throat.

Mitzi wakes with a start. Cum dried all over her body. On her second joint, her expression, and in her long disastrous hair. She hurt everywhere. Especially down below.

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

Desperately she scrambled up grabbing her doll. Her top had been shredded beyond use. Then she was running out of the fix in the ground. Into the afternoon sun. Into the air her offstage a multicolour fuzz.

There had been talk 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 nude dead body. A strange thrill running through her as she rubs her sore tits.

What the dwarf did had been frightening and frightful. Yet part of her need to go back, even now. Her sore pussy tingling at the thought of being their sex slave.

Instead, now clean, she pulls on her skirt and hoo-hah off. Searching the goblins'coterie.

They were already gone.

Mitzi was sure she could overhear up. A unknown visual modality of the human man in her brain. Causing her tummy to bat in excitement.

Her corporation, and something low-pitched.

——-

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 have to bed down in the attic.

We enjoy a respectable repast. The innkeeper and his wife happy to wait on so many. visual sense of golds in their optic.

I sit at the head of one of the long tabular array. Kara on my left downing her third gear ale. Rebekah on my right field picking at some spiced white potato vine, and paying stuffy attention to the conversations around us. Her left hand slowly caressed my second joint.

Misoko was explaining the strange politics of the vale. I had heard almost of it before, but Becca hadn't.

Moonshadow vale was the gens of the various kingdoms we had been passing through. Though technically it was more a grouping of areas than a stern valley, if the enumeration's map was correct.

Legend told of an ancient Sorcerer who had transformed the creatures of the valley to take the air as men. They were to be his soldiers, his actor, his slaves, and his mistress.

I suspect that last bit explained why the lizard cleaning lady had bosom.

Eventually they overthrew their maestro. They tried to create their own society, but that quickly crumbled apart to infighting. Especially between the mammals and the lizard folk.

The E. B. White bunny girl gave a sideways glance to Harper and her blood brother at this point.

The subspecies split up. A few of the major ace carving out realm for themselves.

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

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

The Nathair-snake hoi polloi who lived in the snowy N.

The Koiran-dog multitude far to the east. Right on the edge of a swell desert.

The Biladi controlled the orotund percentage of the valley. All of the west and central part. And the Confederate States of America down to the sea. Though they were not a commix block. They were actually split between three separate realm.

The sleep of the races eked out a life in the tincture of their more successful first cousin.

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

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

"In early terra firma Orcs build big cities."Karagoth explains to my wife."Here we are but uncomplicated wild clans."

Becca nods her pretty promontory. I have no uncertainty she takes in more than our companions'word. From Misoko's unconscious racism. To Kara's pride in her freedom. To Priyala's ending scrutiny. My wife is a smart, perceptive woman.

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

Rebecca stands prompt to fall in me. She gives Kara sleeping room eyes as we pass. Running her fingers across the Orc's articulatio humeri.

Soon the three of us are in my room. The girls seem to be in a race to see who can strip the other womanhood the flying. I'm a petty concerned the Orc will simply bust my married woman's clothes off.

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

The girls kiss. Their giant mamilla pressed together. Kara's light super acid skin a beautiful contrast to Becca's sick Patrick Victor Martindale White. Their hands caress and explore 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 weapons system around both girls. I nip hard at her unripened cervix. Kara growling in her lust.

Soon the super C woman lies on the bed. My wife between her green second joint tonguing the Orc's wet twat.

I Pound into Rebecca from behind. My dick plunging oceanic abyss. My clod slapping her kitty-cat.

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

Eventually I'm ready for stave two.

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

Rebecca moan as she rides the Orc's face. Kara's spit licking my wife to an orgasm.

Late in the evening we drift to slumber. The lady friend snuggled on either face of me. Their fingerbreadth entwined on my chest.

We should leave the Mrs. Henry Wood in the good afternoon. Three days of marching should have taken us to the boundary.

"I bought a kettle."Amanatia tells me with a wide smiling on her look.

"Gon na begin drinking tea ?"I ask.

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

I heard a strange whistle sound. 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 tympanum ?

"Yes. I thought we could experiment with it."She gives me a sly coup d'oeil."Away from the summer camp of course.

I smile at the cute goblin young woman, but I can't stop the strange shiver creeping up my vertebral column.

———-

The strange grouping was marching out of the woods. Into the landing field beyond. Mitzi watched them from a high limb, just at the bound.

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

She looks back a last time into the trace filled trees. Then leaps into the air. Following the hobgoblin, and their homo leader.

——-

"Minotaurs ?"I ask.

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

It made some gumption I figured, as we walk into the raise settlement. I would give 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 animate being. Do we ?"I ask.

The cat daughter shakes her psyche."It ... it's the duty of the less ... uh ... more subservient raceway to ... dish out ?"Yala looks at me embarrassed."It's supposed to be considered an honor."

I looked around Oxfront village. In addition to the cow people there were sheep people and what I guess are black eye. Very different from those rat men. These were cute. More homo like.

There also seemed to be a small phone number of contain citizenry. They seemed to be the unity in charge.

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

We get a couple rooms at the diminished thatched roof inn. As we enjoy a dainty meal in the commons room I realize well-nigh of the essence I've been served since I got here has been chicken. Or some type of bird. A comely amount of fish as well.

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

I stop the precious little serving girl. A grey shiner maid. About it he same size of it as my goblin, but with vast daily round ears and a tail."amnesty me, girl. Why does everyone seem so glum ?"

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

"The culling ?"Rebecca asks kindly.

"We must impart the champion five villagers per year for their clog experimentation. In return they guarantee rain for the crops."The girl then scurries off with an armload of vacuous shell.

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

"This far from a urban center there is little trade 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 former goblins.

Now that I was looking I could see numerous villagers with deformities and scars. At least a 12 with missing or mangled arms.

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

My followers just look at me in mix-up.

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

An minute later I am in the mayor's position. A big, bear man named Otto. He had thick brown fur and scars in the left English of his human face.

mayor Otto was a grim man. He definitely didn't seem glad to see me.

"How do you imagine you can help ?"He asks in a cryptical phonation.

"Your current. Does it flow all season long ?"I ask. He nods."Why don't you just take the water from the watercourse to aid your crops grow. Instead of working with the sensation ?"

He touches the mark side of his face at the mention of superstar."It is the function of the rainwater to stimulate craw grow."

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

"What mages human body, only gods may rend asunder."Was his strange solution.

"Uh ... trusted, but I am a mage. Of variety. I build fascination. I can deliver the urine from your watercourse 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 fling me out. Maybe through a windowpane.

"The maven would not countenance it."He finally says with a frown. Sounding disappointed.

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

"And what would be your monetary value for diverting a river and killing whizz ?"He asks suspiciously.

"Room and board for my men as we enchant your stream. Some coin to assist us on our way, and eight leave untried women to enter into Daruun for five years."

"The sorcerer 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 loss leader of my band together and explicate what the plan is.

"Do you guess we can take half a 12 necromancer ?"Rebecca asks. Kara shakes her head.

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

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

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

We would use hollowed out logs as subway with holes every few feet to sprinkle the water. someone at the stream could simply dump bucket into it and water an integral athletic field in a short amount of meter.

We could possibly even ready wooden geared wheel and rig a churl arrangement to produce the water system. That would expect even LE elbow grease.

The goblins seemed excited by the unscathed mind.

"And The adept ?"Karagoth pouring a bucketful of cold water on our exhilaration.

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

The villagers were felicitous to help. Especially after Mayor Otto explained what they were helping with.

I am definitely not an engineer. My idea had a lot of military issue, but the hobgoblin were tenacious in their work. A lot of trial and computer error at first.

After a twain sidereal day working on it I left Amanatia in charge. She seemed to have a real grasp of the basic mechanism involved.

I also never saw Aklatan far from her side. Always with her notebook quick as the hob worked on their first engineering undertaking.

"Captain !"harper smiles widely at me as she steps into the usual room of the countrified inn."I may have the reply to our wizard problem."

"Great. I'd honey to hear it."I tell her.

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

I lead her to my room and close the doorway."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 slight intimidated by you."

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

"I never said lecture, captain. I just said we should go upstairs."She places one big palm on the door next to me. Leaning in closing. Her seven animal foot stature places her jumbo amobarbital sodium cleavage at look tallness to me.

"I suspect you are a boob man. Am I right ?"She asks. Her detached hand brushes her robe open a bit more. Revealing Thomas More cleavage and a simple linen paper bra.

I grin up at her."How did you guess ?"I slide one bridge player into her gown, onto her hip. Her tegument feeling strong and shine. Similar to Kara's like a supple leather.

My other hand caresses her boldness. Pulling her in for a candy kiss. Her natural language is tough and thickly. A little sticky. She tastes like sweetness caryopsis. Her robe slides off and crumples to the floor.

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

"Oh, Captain !"She gasps as she pulls my hard dick from my shortstop.

I grin at her as I squeeze the illuminate wild blue yonder human body of her monolithic knocker. I kiss and suck at her darker blue angel pap.

My hand reaches between us as she moans. My fingers find her puss hairless and soft. I press a span fingers inside her warm lounge lizard puss.

harper spreads her thick thigh, holding my question to her big thorax."Mmm, sting them Captain. I like it rough."She orders me. I start to nip at her little dreary buds as I slide my cock into her waiting beloved jam.

We both moan in pleasure 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 minute of arc. Then I bite her mammilla extra hard and flip her big body over as she squeals in inflammation.

I shove her typeface into the bed and, with her big ass in the air, slap her blue prat a few sentence. Her big behind thrashes back and forth in her hullabaloo. I have to seize it and hold crocked to block up it from hitting me. Then I shove my intemperately hammer trench in her wet twat.

I grab her wide-cut hips as I thrust. Harper grabs the sheets and moans. Her tush smacking against my slope. I can feel her pussy shudder as she has an climax.

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

We rest for a bit afterwards. Harper makes diffuse cooing interference as she settles down.

I find the Nathair men outside. They are sharpening their knives 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 talkative one. Ertao, I think."Our kin group leader is very learned. She may be able to help in this."

His speech was big on the E, but understandable."How far would we have to trip ?"

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

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

Kara wasn't happy that I was wandering off when I told her. I agreed to postulate half a XII goblins with me. Then our short group headed off with Erato leading the way.

The Snake River clan wasn't far at all. Suspiciously just a brace hours on our back trail.

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

He nods."My kindred leader. She wanted to size you up. She may own a job for you."

There are nine Nathair who stand as we approach. Nearly half are charwoman. The tallest of the Snake River steps toward me."headwaiter Nicholas. It is truly good to run into you. I am Miashasha."She leans in to charter my hand. Licking the back. Then she is surprised when I do the same to her. She gives me what seems to be a grin.

She is close. With four weaponry and dark super acid skin. Her face, 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 women are low chested and skinny.

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

"I do. Though we can discuss that in time. You have an crack for me ?"Her Es are much less pronounce than her brother. Where he seemed like a smooth killing automobile, she feels like a refined leader.

"Yes. I need to be able to vote out mages without losing nearly of my men."

She nods in mentation."There is a artillery. One crafted to vote down a magic spell caster. A blade that would slit right through their spell shield."One of the early women offers me a cup of hot tea."Mages don't like these weapons. They are far too unsafe to keep around. But far too mighty to destroy."

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

"One arm 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 kin leader motions to one of the other women."She is a Loretta Young shaman and needs assist cover sinewy spirits. With those she would be of great welfare to you."She leans in close."We all would."

"You ... want to join me ?"I raise an brow at the hairless Nathair womanhood.

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

In under an hour they were packed and we were heading back to the village. Back to my citizenry.

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Mitzi watched the orgy from a nearby President George W. Bush. The human's company made sex every night. A respectable distance from the hamlet. Though occasionally a villager would venture close.

The little fairy was drawn each metre like a moth to the flame. Stripping and caressing herself in the shadows. Her little finger's breadth rubbing and squeezing her white meat and petting her cunny. Flicking her sore clit.

Tonight she couldn't take her center off the human captain. His name was Nicholas. He didn't usually fuck during the orgies, preferring his elbow room in the wooden building.

Now she watched as he plowed the garden pink bunny girl little girl. He had her on all fours. Her long pink ears clutched in his hand as he fucked her from tooshie.

Mitzi was on all fours too. One hand grasping a branch for balance. The other rubbing desperately between her thighs. She had two wet fingers deep in her twat. Thrusting as she imagined herself in the bunny woman's situation.

past the Captain there were other couples and grouping fucking. Including the blond woman that Mitzi had come to understand was the Captain's mate.

The human fair sex was bouncing up and down on one of the big, blue, men's overlap. Her big mamilla jiggling. Her arms were around his thick neck as she fucked the glad lizard.

One of the lizard's chum steps up behind the blonde charwoman, stroking his big blue devil dick. He nods to the first-class honours degree, who leans back.

The second 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 dick pushes slowly up her mingy ass. Her eyes clutches and her toes curl from the sensation.

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

Instead of screaming or begging, the blonde seems to bang every second of it. Even the infliction.

Mitzi tentatively pinches her own pap. Then harder and harder. The silver grey pansy gasps as a strong orgasm shakes her there in the bushes.

The speech sound of sex filling the night nearby.

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We are escorting Arizaza to a burnt woodland a duet twenty-four hour period travel away. There was only myself, the Hydra woman, one of the big Chokwa, Natia and Aki, as well as four goblin soldiers.

The rest of the Hydra people would persist behind with the relief of the troupe. I suspect this is a test of sorts, both for myself and the young Snake woman. Who I had discovered was not that new.

"Of course."She explained to me. Her sibilants just a piddling unsound than her taller sis."We were all born within daylight of each other. Nathair are born in clutch pedal of testicle and only recognize those as family linkup. We care little for the concept of mother or father."

"Huh. Hard to imagine."I offer.

She just shrugged. Which did interest things to her cleavage. Arizaza was brusque than her sister, but to a greater extent endowed. At least C-cups. Still close though. Her skin was a light Green with red crescents making interesting convention.

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

"coaxial cable a liveliness. First I need a fetich, to bond it to. Some muscular object that connects to one of the elements."

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

"Correct. There should be something powerful there. But it is likely to be guarded. My babe didn't want to lay waste to any of our clutch fighting to get it."Her cheek looks intent, serious. If I am any justice.

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

We grin at each former as we crawl into my tent. Shedding our dress as we go. I grab her foresighted hair and push her mint-green cheek to my crotch. I moan as she sucks on my hard cock. Her tongue lovingly caresses my shtup spliff.

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

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

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

The burn up woodland was about what I expected. Blackened stumps, fallen trees, and ash.

Here and there we could see trivial plume of smoke or midget smoldering fires.

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

"A few years."Arizaza solution, shrugging."The slight fires are from elementals. They do not wish to forgo their hold on this place."

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

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

There is a low rumbling as we approach. Some big brute rises. Like half a XII blackened trees bundled together and moving. It stands ten base grandiloquent with burning coals for heart. smoking rising from glowing cracks in its bark.

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

I draw my steel and advance. Crossbow bolt of lightning already thunking into the monster's wooden flesh.

With a holloa like a furnace it punches the earth as I leap away, slashing wildly. Two of the boys poke it with lance, trying to suck up its attention. The big Chokwa man beating at it with his club.

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

The primary bellows in ire. Swinging around. It's clenched fist hits me like a walkaway geartrain. I land on my stomach seeing star. I can faintly pick up, ‘ Bos ! gaffer ! motility !"

I roll in clock time to ward off being stomped. Right into the thing's leg. Burning coals spilling onto my chest.

I panic. Rolling around and trying to sweep the coals off. The beast continues to plain and punch at me. The boys doing their estimable 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 state of nature swing I cleave open the front of the devil 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 eye out with her crossbow.

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

The Nathair fille is throwing stones at the monster's principal. She looks disappointed when they seem to have no effect.

I run my blade through its belly. Wrenching side to side. Cracking open the beast's chest of drawers. I jump away from the wasteweir of coals and burning ash. My brand is crumpled, weakened by the elemental's affected passion.

It's not an issue now though. The fauna desperately tries to shove its spilling coals back in its belly as it slumps to the ground. Then with a final moan it's single eye goes out.

The snake woman reaches into the animal's chest. Unfazed by the heating system apparently. With a grin she pulls out a coal the size of a baseball."This isss it !"Her hissing more pronounced in her excitation.

We retreat from the burnt woods and make camp. Arizaza sitting cross legged and meditating over the coal.

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

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

I hired man her a plate of intellectual nourishment that she acceptes gratefully. She sits next to me chewing and watching the hobgoblin princesses get fucked.

"You are a randy bunch."She comment.

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

"Oh yes !"She grins at me."A potent fire spirit."

"Great, What's next ?"

"A water spirit."She tells me."I can only check two. Fire and water are honest for combat."She assures me.

"Two ?"I ask.

"As a priest-doctor grows in power they can control more. Plus some modest strong drink. faery. For now I will only be able to hold in the two."

She finishes the dewy-eyed meal."My sister told me I should try to bed you. She said it would help strengthen the bond with our people and yours. Or at least have it easier to control you."She says this while looking at the footing between her invertebrate foot.

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

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

Her soundbox trembles as I slowly pull off her shirt. All four of her arms in the air. Then she helps with her tight linen switching underneath. Her breathing spell arrest when I squeeze her wide boob. Surprisingly cushy for cutis that looks like it's covered in scurf.

"Have you never ... been with a man ?"I ask. She shakes her psyche no. Then yanks down her trouser with her lower set of bridge player. Draping her upper berth helping hand around my neck.

"I am glad to ingest you as my first."She hisses. Her voice communication getting strong to understand.

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

"Have you ever seen one ?"

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

I guide her hands to my stopcock."You can play with it if you like."

She smiles as she lightly caresses and touches my firmly gumshoe with one pair of helping hand. The former rubbing the rear of my neck."You're so soft."She whispers.

"What did you think I would be ?"I ask thumb tweaking her hard tit.

"Aren't warm bloods usually bristly with all that hair's-breadth ?"She caresses my arm with one of her many hands. Amazed at how soft I was.

I lay her down on her back. Her hands seem to be everywhere as I rub my dick against her green pussy. Hairless just like harpist's.

She groans as I slowly push back my cock into her tight snake hollow. Her hired man scratching at my binding. My rim finding her blind drunk tit.

Our organic structure move together as we fuck. The green fair sex bites down hard on my berm with her wide lip as her orgasm hits her. It hurts, but she doesn't seem to have any tooth.

She snuggles adjacent to me after I finish inside her. We lay together in the darkness. The crackle of the fire and sound of hobgoblin making jazz outside.

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

I can't help wondering who my wife is sleeping with tonight. Thoughts of her and a gang of rough goblins on my judgement as I drift off.

Our next stop was a small esophagus probably forty understructure down where three streams converged into a waterfall.

What we wanted was at the bottom of the inning. With ropes we scaled down. Arizaza having an easier time with her four arms.

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

We advanced on the falls. Wary, but not trusted what to require.

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 pes from where the falls splash into the gorge.

"From hells nitty-gritty I stab at thee !"Feeling a bit like Ahab I leap into the body of water. Plunging my spear at what seems to be the central mass.

The Chokwa catch a few tendrils. Squeezing them to flesh in his meaty fists. As the young lady fire their crossbows into the water.

From behind me there is a loud WHOOSH ! A thick deadbolt of fire shooting past me. The tentacles struck by the flame flop in panic. 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 deadbolt flys past me.

"I can't !"Aki shouts back.

I stab again hitting something solid this time. Up to my shank in the water. It's getting hard to stand. Something lurches out of the water, bellowing. A expectant dark shape in the steam. Definitely not an octopus. Or even a white whale.

I stab at the beast again and again.

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

Then a round toothy mouth snaps at me from out of the phantom. I raise my spear to ward it off. Another burst of flame striking the creature. Right down it's gullet. Burning away half my spear. I pat at my grimace to bring in surely I still have eyebrow.

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

Eventually the steam clears. The Nathair char measure past me looking embarrassed. She steps under the waterfall. Not looking for the demon this time. She comes out with what seems to be a solid state earth of body of water. Her apparel plastered to her shapely soundbox.

"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 water.

Quietly we make encampment. The ophidian womanhood meditating over her water supply Earth.

Arizaza looks delight with herself when she finishes and sits succeeding to me. Silently, we watch the two goblin 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 snatch.

Two goblin son were thrusting between the girls'spread legs. Fucking them as they pleasured each other. Another soldier waiter patiently for his turn. Squeezing Amanatia's precious backside. Pushing a finger's breadth in and out of her tight ass.

Arizaza suddenly pulls her shirt off. Then shimmies out of her pants and underclothes. There in front line of the whole 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 delight as we fuck. My manpower squeezing her jiggly snake mamilla.

We had been gone just over a hebdomad when we return to Oxfront village. Everyone seems felicitous to see us. The irrigation organization was nearly done.

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

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

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

The blond wore only total darkness stockings with pink bows. A pink silk flip-flop. A pinkish sheer top, cropped and doing nothing to hide her big jiggling bosom. A garden pink bow in her pilus, and finally a pink dog collar. I would later get word that it had ‘ Orc's cyprian'engraved on it.

Apparently my wife and my spouse have been playing some racy games.

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

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

There were a handful of visitor from the village as well. ternion band of what I assume are conjoin couples. Excited to watch the erotic show.

I pinch one of Trisha's teat. Grinning at her wind up squeal. Her mother is led out to one of the cover. Three goblins surrounding her plump consistence as she lays down.

Soon the sr. cleaning lady is moaning as she takes goblin dick between her meaty thighs.

Also in the drunken revelry tonight were both of the bunny missy, three of the hob princesses, and one of the new snake women. I didn't know her figure, but was surprised to see her, given what Arizaza had told me about their beau monde.

Another attempt from their drawing card to incorporate our two mathematical group ?

Speaking of which, Miashasha and the shaman are both here. Sitting close together to watch the show. As were a brace of the Nathair men.

Rebekah has her grimace buried between Kara's second joint. The beautiful Orc warrior growling her pleasure. One hand on my married woman's top dog, her early squeezing her own exposed breast.

Calli pulls out my cock. Before she can slue it into her ready love hole I grab her wrist. She gives me a cute, pettish look."I need it daddy."She moans. Rubbing her teen pussycat against my arduous beam. She bites her lower lip."I need your big cock in me."

I grab her ass, lifting her up. Then drop her, impaling the stripling on my dick. The shake young woman ride my lap as her sister leans in to osculate me.

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

"Ass up, slave."Kara fiat in her hoarse voice.

Rebecca obediently gets to all fours. Her face still pressed against the Orc's wet goose. Her hands grabbing green second joint.

My wife wiggles her nearly bare round ass. Then the goblin whips it. Becca groans into Karagoth's cunt at each of a dozen smasher turning her ass red.

Then the hob puff my wife's thong down. Positioning the wickedness putting green tip of his gumshoe against her soft sweetheart.

Rebecca pushes back against him as she moans in joy. Taking his inhuman dick oceanic abyss in her whore's pussy.

Later in the Night the twin teens snuggle me. Naked and spent in my bed. While my married woman is down the quiet inn's hallway sleeping with her mistress.

"I like being Kara's slave."Rebekah tells me. We are sitting in the vernacular room of the inn, having lunch. She looks wonderfully slutty in a mingy fitting halter top and linen underdrawers. She was obviously loving her new sex kitten office. Able to be as publicly slutty as she wants."You have so much on your 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 tit flop out."Plus I get to be as depraved and foul as I have always dreamed."

"I love you."We lean in and kiss for a long patch.

After we break apart, smiling at each other, 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 race. Instead of hair she had a variety of mane. Like an afro of snowy wool around her caput. She had big tits under her plain shirt. Probably double-D's. Plus a fluffy T. H. White keister.

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

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

"S ... sex. right hand ?"She looks so timid, so vulnerable."Like you do at your campfire ?"

"That's right. We can go upstair right now if you are really interested in joining."I offer. The Caora lady friend nods and let's me take her paw. I lead her to my room.

Her slim body trembles as I help pull off her shirt. Her blur covered skin like a knit cap under my fingers. Soft and pleasant. She gasps when I gently grasp her big breasts. Also covered with copper, 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 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 taint a young womanhood.

That feeling is often especially strong in me.

"Sheering is supposed to be intimate. Something shared with a bed one. Someone you trust."I nibble at her neck and slew my custody 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 drawers down. Kissing her muzzy bay window as I kneel.

"That's ... mmm ... that's how it normally is in Caora villages."She was definitely responding to my attending."But in other piazza, here, it's a world consequence. It's humiliating and ... and degrading."My face presses into her crotch. Also fuzzy. My lingua lightly licks her cunt lips. Her work force in my hair to steady herself.

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

She doesn't sound frightened or raging about it. Now she sounds excited.

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

Bailey's thighs tremble as she has a diminished coming. I let her devolve on that out, licking up her dulcet juices. Then I stand. She looks up at me as I place my fingers on her face.

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

She nods placing her finger's breadth on mine."You are my victor 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 legs apart and just shoving my dick into her wet hairy pussy.

The sheep missy cries out in disco biscuit as I fuck her. I grab her radiocarpal joint and pin them above her head. Leaning in to bite her teat.

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

When she comes down she looks at me with her big ewe eyes."I ... I'm just obedient livestock. Y ... your chasten sheep to use and abuse ?"Her embrace heaves along with her dustup.

She whines a little when I pull out. Then I flip her over. Forcing her to her helping hand and knees. Grinning as I slap her cute ass a few times.

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

"Baaa ! Baaa !"She bleats as I thrust back into her. I grab her fluffy tail as I pound her cunt.

My dick explodes deep inside the girl. Filling her with my human seed. I pump hard, making sure she takes every last drop.

Then I collapse on the young Caora girlfriend. Her soft panting organic structure beneath me. My gimp peter slowly slipping out of her sloppy twat.

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

"It was pretty expectant for me too."I tell her. Soon I roll over and draw her finis for a snuggle. Her heavenly, gentle body pressed against mine.

"I thought most airstream 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. well-nigh of my soldiers, including Miashasha, Arizaza, and four of the snake men.

The Nathair clan loss leader assured me that our destination was only three daytime away. Which is right. The city manager thinks the ace would come soon for their protection.

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

"I fear somebody may consume tagged a sending on us."She answers. I just shrug."A flavour that will report our actions to its headmaster. I keep seeing something modest and silver gray flit through the trees."

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

I mull over what losing that would mean for our future plan. We had been setting up an trap in the village. Our crossbows would play a major role. Now I had to rethink that.

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

Even the evening orgy did little to rouse my interest.

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Mitzi was sad, yet horny. The homo, Nicholas seemed down. She wished she could ease him. Yet the intimate caper of his followers uncontrollably drove her lecherousness, as it always did.

The little ash gray nance moaned softly as she fingered herself. She had become quite mavin at self pleasure.

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

It was a fluid Harlan F. Stone she had found in a stream, about the size of her head teacher. She slathered it with berry juice, then held it between her second joint.

Feeling quite naughty, she rubbed her ash grey puss against the smooth out stone. Feeling that delicious tingle.

She had learned a lot from watching the soldier of fortune.

After she has an orgasm she naps on the tree offset. Watching as the Captain's married woman 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 wife's expert mouth and clapper did wonders for my attitude.

Finally she crawls up my body. snuggling and nipping as she goes. When she straddles my hip she rubs her soft puss against my operose prick. Sitting up and running her hands through her curly, golden haircloth. Her giant breasts jiggling.

I reach up and snaffle her amazing orbs. Squeezing her ample flesh.

"Oh god, Nick ! I need your putz !"She gasps. Leaning forward and inserting my fuck rod in her cunt. Gasping as she sits down.

She rides me slowly. Drawing out our lovemaking. My fingertips glide up and down her flanks making her shiver. From her rose hip up to her knocker and back down.

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

I grab her by her blonde haircloth and slap the side of her grimace. Not toilsome, she just pant in fervor anyway. Then I push her off me.

I grab my married woman's hips and hale her to her hands and stifle. Slapping her ass a few times as she wiggles it in the air.

She grunts as I plunge my dick back into her wet cunt. Pounding her knockout and grabbing her hair again. I yank her head up, and she moans.

Reaching beneath her with my free bridge player I slap at her big dangling tit. I can recount by her breathing that her climax is close.

"You dirty whore."I growl at her."Just a hob cum rag. You're the village slut. Opening your wooden leg for everyone."Becca's wholly torso thrill and she squeals as she cums.

Before her orgasm is finished I pull out and advertise her to her knees. When I press my dick to her lips, my wife suck on my slimy hammer. Her eyes are closed and her torso still trembles.

As my own orgasm rises I pull away. I shoot stream after flow onto her beautiful face and boob. My lovely married woman 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 consistency continues to throb from time to time.

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

There was a white door. In a modest clearing in a small Sir Henry Wood. The morning spark hit it at an angle that nearly made it glow.

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

"Is it trapped ?"I asked Miashasha.

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

I nod at Priyala. She is the only when traditionally trained spell castor in our group.

The cat missy slowly approaches the door. Her big playscript of magical spell notes open. She stops twenty dollar bill feet away. Mumbling to herself. Her fingertips glowing.

We wait nearly half an hr by my shot. Then my little kitten turns back to me with a smile on her back talk."Done. It's safe to open."

"commodity girl."I tell her as I we approach."Any idea what to wait ?"

"yap and magical guardians."She shrugs. Grinning at me when I pull her in for a buss.

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

I open the threshold.

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

The room was undimmed. Filled with landings and step of respective sizes. Going this way and that. All made of egg white or greyness stone. Marble I think.

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

"There."Miashasha points up."I think that would be it."There was something glowing on a landing some seven or eight account 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 troops are scattered across half a twelve stairs and landings on this level.

"Didn't think it would be easy. Did'ja Boss ?"Gort grins up at me. Loaded crossbow in one deal, inadequate sword in his former.

I shake my head and bearing up the following stairway.

The second landing is where we meet impedance.

Ghostly men in armor simply step out of the air to block our path. Gort fires his crossbow, and much to my surprisal kills one of the defender. I fully expected his scene to just come about 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 of the five guardian. Looking around I see my forces fighting on other landing place. I can see more of the ghostly men waiting above.

We charge the adjacent landing. Nearly one-half of the solders in my chemical group being magically shunted to different places. I am starting to get apprehensive. There are still three levels to go and we were getting stretched thin out.

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

I slay a pair of guardians. Then back up as I get pressed by a particularly retentive opponent. Only to watch him get skewered by two goblin fishgig.

The next landing was only me and three of my boys. Even Gort was gone. I can't see him from where I stood. I can see Kara. Cutting a shielder in one-half with her hulk 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 moment things seem to be going our way. Then I'm pushed close to the edge. One of the hob gets run through with a sword, and the former two are forced back the way we came.

I cut the hand off one of my aggressor. Then I doge a lilt at my expression. I feel my breath haul as I stumble backwards into space. The horrible feeling of no tone when you expect one.

I'm probably favorable. I only fall ten feet or so. Landing hard on my vertebral column. My brand skitters across the grey marble.

Two guardians seem to maltreat out of nowhere. Raising their sword. I get ready to pluck.

Suddenly a strange silver raspberry is flittering between their faces. Distracting them enough for me to kick one away.

As I scramble for my sword my human beings turns red with annoyance. The other guard stabs his sword through my leg. Pinning me to the ground.

I turn at the waist to see him string a dagger.

Also to see two Nathair men leap a good twenty or thirty animal foot. Landing on my weapons platform. Their swords flashing.

I turn when I feel something bump my helping hand. It's my sword. The little ... not bird. It's a smooth-spoken charwoman. With diminutive wing. She smiles up at me. She had dragged my steel over.

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

She settles on my shoulder. Around a animal foot tall and beautiful. The two snake men serve me up. One wrapping my calf to hold back the hemorrhage.

I have to lean 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 shielder as it is slain."I don't think we are killing any of them."He points where three seem to come out of nowhere.

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

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

The ash grey girl on my shoulder tower on my ear."That way."She says pointing. Her vox like harp string section.

She was right. My piece casters seemed to have figured something out. Both lead-in groups that are able to wedge 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 elemental that makes short work of the guardian.

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

Grouped up the ghostly defender quickly lose land. Soon Erato helps me onto the last chopine. Arizaza hands me the glowing crystal sword with a smile on her fount.

"Thank you."I smile back.

"We need to hurry out. Those things will never stop."Karagoth growling. Obviously unsettled by all the sorcery.

"shuffling sure to take hold of our wounded on the way back down."I order. The Snake River priest-doctor kneeling before me.

Cool H2O flows from her deal to surround my hurt sura. Soothing my lesion.

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

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

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

The crystal sword toll us three hobgoblin life history. And a lot of wounds. Though between my goblin healing ability and Arizaza's H2O, we had everyone up and about within a couple minute.

The guardians couldn't or wouldn't following us past the threshold. Once we closed it we were dependable.

We walk back to coterie which had been made at the bound of the woods by those left behind.

Everyone seemed interested in the little silver fair sex.

She stood about a ft tall. Slim and beautiful, with soft shimmery wings. She wore foliage tied together as a chick and top. She looked to birth small bosom, and a round ass. Her pilus was black as midnight. Long and straight. Past her knees. Her skin was a shimmery silver. Occasionally taking on the coloration around her helping her to blend in in.

"You found a fairy !"Priyala ebullition."They're so rare ! She's so cute !"

"She saved my life."I announce."What's your epithet, petty one ?"

"Mitzi."She says in her musical comedy interpreter, looking bashful at the care.

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

"You can let me unite you."She announces with a smiling.

"You want to bring together my mercenaries ?"I ask. Mitzi nods happily."Uh, you are a welcome penis then."I announce.

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

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

"I think your a piffling small."I confess. She gives me a fiddling pouty facial expression."Well, what would you care to do then ?"

With a smile she sheds her leave. Revealing a bald, silver snatch and budding B-cup nipple. If anyone made bandeau in her size.

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

I strip as I head into my tent. Mitzi flutters down to my hard cock as I lay down. She is a lot taller than my seven inches. And feels outstanding planting minuscule pansy kisses and licking my cock. She rubs her little buds against me and grinds her crotch against my putz.

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

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

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

With our size difference there is no finesse. Just a behemoth knife licking her twat. She seems to enjoy it though. Grabbing my fingers for support and pressing her crotch against my slobbery licker.

Her wings hurly burly and Mitzi screams musically as she cums in my hands.

Afterward she lays naked on my thorax and drifts to catch some Z's. I take a little longer. Listening to my the great unwashed fucking outside. Not finished myself, but not put out either.

When we return to the village an sex bailey is waiting for me.

"You're prophylactic !"She gushes as she hugs me with her gentle, furred munition.

"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 miss 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 room ?"She suggests.

I nod, intrigued, and head that way.

Soon I answer a belt on the door.

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

Betsy is a cow girlfriend. One of the Vacca. She is tall and brown, husky and curvy. She had a cow-like face and little white hooter. She had a broad question of dark brown hair with a oppose tuft at the end of her buttocks. Her nipple looked vast under her clothes. braggart than my married woman's, they strained the buttons up the front. She gives me a nervous smile.

"come in. It's capital to meet you Betsy."I usher the girls in."So you want to be one of the daughter to join my troupe ?"

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

"She wants to be your slavish, livestock, whore. Just like me."Pearl Bailey says proudly. The Vacca girl looks at her supporter in shock absorber. Then nods nervously at me.

Nathan Bailey swiftly pulls off her blouse. Her own big titty bouncing disembarrass. Then she grabs at the big fille's dress. Opening buttons, starting at the top."Tell our overlord how many different hands have milked your delicious tits."The wooly girl orders.

"A few."Betsy says, shrugging. Staring at me with her big cow eyes. The big little girl's plain linen paper bra is slowly revealed.

"I'm not so sure she is as eagre to ... uh ... be my subservient livestock. Bailey"I place a gentle hand on the sheep's shoulder joint."And that's ok. As long as she is will to ingest sex with the group."

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

Betsy pulls her bra off freeing her behemoth tits. Her strawman had a big white oval patch, that covered around half of her tit. Then she climbs on the bed wiggling her all-encompassing ass at me."Moooo."She calls looking back over her shoulder with a grin.

I step forward and lift her yearn chick. Her leave behind asscheek has a palm tree sized white berth. That's where I spank first. The cow girl hisses and moans as her ass wobbles to a couple dozen rap.

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

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

bailey lays next to us, fully nude person. One deal fingering her own twat. The former squeezing her tits.

When I start to deplumate off my knickers bailey gaffe down in strawman of me. She helps get my clothes off. Then she starts sucking on my unvoiced cock.

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

I spend a few moment punishing the moaning cow's derrière. Giving her a few slaps, then rubbing her wet twat for a moment. Then some more spanks. She licks the back of her hand, her nerve pressed to the bed.

When bailey moves away I ram my iron heavy screwing rod lump deep in one quick apparent movement. The Vacca girl gasping horsely with pleasance as she cums.

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

"Pearl Mae Bailey, I want you to crawl around so she can solve your pussy."An obviously excited look in the sheep's expression as she crawls back on the bed.

Betsy's long slobbery clapper soon has the low little girl moaning. Bailey pinches and pulls at her own pink mammilla.

I grunt as I shoot my load in the cow's pussy. I grab her tail and thrust hard to give her every final drop.

Spent I lay down. Watching as Pearl Bailey moves to lick her Friend's well pounded bozo. Betsy gives me a smile as she pulls her frock the rest of the way off. I help with her tail. Still stuck through its snatch in the spinal column.

I'm starting to think there has been something deeply than friendship between these two. Now may be the first of all time they have had a chance to express it.

I can find my lustfulness slowly rising.

It was meter to kill the mages.

We had finished the irrigation system of rules. It seemed to work adequately. The villagers understood enough that they would be able to hit canonical mending.

Then we set up an lying in wait along the road the thaumaturgist would be traveling through. It was among a humble group of Tree. A passive looking area.

It would be our killing discipline.

All we had left to do was await.

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

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

She leans back on the bed. Gripping the bed sheet. Her thighs starting to tremble. My boldness is buried in her genitalia. My tongue deep in her soft peach.

She grabs my point as I start to overstretch away."No ! Don't stop !"The blond orders.

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

Rebecca's climax wash drawing over her. I don't have clock time to wait it out though. I stand and grab my apparel. As her fingers move to her juicy snatch.

I hop down the entrance hall half naked pull on my pants.

"passion you !"My married woman calls from behind me.

We could see a brace of carriages coming. Two go-cart behind them. One with a big vacuous cage. There are a XII guards. Dressed in black leather. As well as four dejected looking hard worker.

When the perambulator are between the trees we strike. Three of the safety device dropping in the first second gear. Multiple crossbow bolts stuck into their falling bodies.

Suddenly goblins were everywhere. Fighting sentry go and lassoing horse. We didn't want the carriages to attempt to flee.

Then the offset wizard was stepping out. Fire in the palms of his hands. He looked seventy, and very tempestuous. A Biladi man. A couple arrows saltation off his deception shield.

He hurls both gobs of fire, only to see them fizz out against Arizaza's atomizer of water. Then I lose sight as I slip out of my bush behind one of the inglorious carriages.

We had to act quick. We were relying heavily on the power of my new sword, and my acquisition 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 cloth. Tending to it like a female parent would her first newborn. Though a lot bigger than I would guess a hobgoblin cub to be.

We move between the two carriages. people were screaming in pain. Something roar. We stayed clear of the Equus caballus. They had green glowing eyes.

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

He grins at me as I advance. His hale right arm turning to flame. I can see the ophidian lady friend's tree elemental over his articulatio humeri, crushing a lightlessness clad guard.

The wizard lift his flaming arm. Then ...

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

I quickly pull my sword out. The female maven is mumbling something. Kara's axe flashes as it glances off her carapace.

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

whoosh !

Sparkling sess fills the air. The goblin princess's gun fires a 100 tiny pebbles. Probably not hard enough to kill a man.

Strong or not, each one is a separate smash against the caster's buckler.

The wizard adult female's face twist to horror as her magic shield sparks and sputters out. Then Kara's axe thunks into the fair sex's position.

I could take heed other guns going off as Hanatal grins at me. Not with fringe but loud whooshes. The glister dust wasn't quite the same as gunpowder, but it served its purpose.

The other wizards didn't stand a chance. Our ambush had turned to a butchery.

We burn the bodies of the five wizards. As well as their guards. The horse made me skittish so we let them go.

My casters got to break up a few novelty from the wickedness wizards belonging, and we gathered anything of economic value from the equipage.

Then we led the prisoner back to the village.

Everyone was overjoyed to see us. There was a big company and much revelry that night.

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

The silver medal fairy holds on tight to one of Becca's large nipple. Jiggling back and forth as I thrust into the moaning blonde. The tiny cleaning lady kissed and punch Rebekah's firmly mamilla. Her fluttering wings occasionally tickling my chest.

I lift and separate Becca's creamy legs. Grabbing her mortise joint I lift her ass about an inch off the bed. She grabs the sail in her ecstasy. My cock hitting one of her front-runner blot.

Mitzi climbs further up my wife. Reaching her rim, she gives Rebecca fairy buss. Then she turns around and straddles the blonde's mouth. Becca starts to lick the bantam girl's pussycat. Both fair sex moaning their pleasure. Mitzi squeezes her own budding white meat as she watches me from my wife's face.

Rebecca 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 side is.

Becca gets to her hands and knee. She wiggles her round ass as she looks back over her shoulder. Brushing her golden gyre out of the way.

"Fuck me daddy."She begs."Put this prostitute in her place."She groans with pleasance when I slap her ass and bind my prick back into her wet cunt.

Then the Ag girl flitters down. She lands on my wife's sweet rear. Giving me a grinning as she turns her own small troll derrière toward me, and slides down on my dick. She holds on tight to Becca's ass.

I have to slow up down and be careful not to splosh the small daughter between us. My pecker sliding between Mitzi's thigh, rubbing her fairy snatch. Then entering Rebekah. I'm almost fucking them both from hind end.

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

Both miss grin when I finally pull out. Rebecca turns around and sucking on my ugly tool. I'm still erect, but getting real close. Mitzi fly front behind her, moving to my wife's wet pussy.

I can tell by the way Rebekah slowly rolls her hip that the fairy must be doing her best to eat my wife out, or something.

I close my eyes and ride the seventh heaven of my love's rim around my dick. I run my hired hand through her long pilus.

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

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

With a moan I stroke my gumshoe. My balls clench. I spray both woman with my jizz. The sticky fuck succus covering my wife's tits and drenching the silver faerie.

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

Soon we clean both young lady off. Becca with a towel. Mitzi in a affectionate sports stadium 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 sleep. My wife at my side. Mitzi laying naked on my pectus.

I worry a little that I could crush her in the Nox, though she seems to be quite tough.

We have our eight village girls. Pearl Mae Bailey and Betsy, of course. My sexy submissive whores. There were also three mouse lady friend, called Roden. Two Thomas More sheep girls, a light and dark grey.

There was also the mayor's girl. A bear. She was one of the prisoners who we rescued. A big char, nearly seven feet tall and husky. She has big tit and thick silky fur.

She was also missing her allow arm near the articulatio cubiti. As well as her right eye. In fact the right slope of her face had some nasty cicatrice.

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

"I would rather attend as a sex striver if it will aid 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 replete.

Now we will pack and cook to set out in the morning. My goblin already refining their new ‘ thunder busts.'The name given to the heavy weapon they had crudely invented.

I couldn't service care about how they may impact the order of magnitude of this foreign world .