I grab the cat cleaning woman's grey tail. Kneeling on her bed, Lucille Ball deep in her stately cunt. Divya's pleasured purrs turn to yowls of pain and luxuria as I squeeze and yank her tail.

"Yes ! Harder !"She gild throwing her head back. Her fatal tomentum tosses around wildly.

I slap her velvet ass hard with my unfreeze hand. Thrusting abstruse in her warm, wet hole.

Across the elbow room my wife kneels before the Count. Her blonde straits in his lap, bobbing up and down. A smell of bliss on Ritvik's feline face.

The Countess's snatch throb around my dick as she comes to a shriek orgasm. I try to have got back but the sensory faculty is too practically. I groan as I fill her with my hot jizz.

We collapse into each other's weapons system. Watching her husband elevation my married woman and place her beautiful body on his lap. Rebecca moans loudly as he impales her with his thick cat penis.

“"Do you really have to go so soon ?"Divya horned pout. She runs the hint of her finger's breadth up and down my sweaty chest.

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

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

The Countess strikes my limp stopcock."But they aren't you."She insists.

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

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

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

"Lookin skillful boss."Gort assures me. Our large set ready to channelize out.

There are twenty hobgoblin men. 9 goblin cleaning lady. The three big Chokwa lizard men, and their taller sister. Two Nathair men, four armed reptiles. The two bunny girls. Priyala, a Biladi spellcaster. Gertrude and her twin daughters. My lovely wife.

And, of course Karagoth of the Broken annex kinship group. My beautiful Orc cooperator. She gives me a toothy grinning, her little horn glinting in the other lighting.

With a close wave to the Countess and her married man I lead my company into the streets. We definitely get a lot of stares from the mostly Biladi town. Though we get a few friendly wave as well.

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

If the Count's maps were correct there were homo kingdom in that direction. Past some mountain grasp.

We traveled for two days before the track entered a stocky timberland. It seemed to be called nerve Leaf Woods. At least that's what Aki had written in her notebook. Her missive seemed to be getting in effect by the day.

There were steady spots along the lead cut out so travelers had room to encamp. A few even had bantam cabins for a fag out traveler to get out of harsh weather condition.

We were positioned around one of these our first evening in the woods when there was a shiny flash near one of the fervour and a phone like WHOOSH !

Everyone came running over to find 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 fateful eyepatch that someone had sewn a copper coin to. Her former eye is a wearisome Charles Grey, like a building violent storm.

She is heavyset than her curvy cousin-german. With lightly green pelt. She had smaller C-cup tits. They were perky with a scattering of dark green freckle across them. Her hair was unretentive, a dark green.

"What's going on ?"I ask.

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

"Gun powder."I correct her. She repeats the Bible a few times. As do others in the crowd."Did it work ?"

"I ... I think so ?"

"Well, maybe do experiments further away from summer camp. Especially single involving flak 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 future to me as the goblins rush off with a flame joint.

"Well, I tell them account from our world."I answer, taking her handwriting in mine.

"Dangerous account it sounds like."She gives me a grin. Then a peck on the impertinence.

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

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

I give Gort a little nod. He grabs her tight linen shorts and yanks them down. His little green helping hand slaps her round pale ass. Then he spreads her pussylips apart and shoved his bumpy green putz deep inside my enjoy Rebecca.

She throws her head back gasping. Golden curls flying. My dick gets intemperately as the little goblin rides my wife.

"I think the scintillation dust might work boss."A voice says.

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

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

Becca lowers her heading to the hob's crotch. Taking his big dick in her sass.

The other char have started moaning now too. As their partners happily fuck them.

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

"We just call for a blacksmith's shoppe, or something."The green haired fille says. She was wearing a sheer crop-top I can clearly see her perky, freckled, tits and dark pap. She also had on red lace panty with fit stockings.

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

I pull the greens girl onto my lap. Her hand reaching down and rubbing the tip of my tool through my shorts.

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

"Very much."She squeals in excitation 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 swoop under her top and light touch across the freckle on her breasts.

"I love to watch my wife having sex. There is an fervour in sharing something that is supposed to be sacred. In defiling it, only to find that it has no core on the way you love one another."Her hired hand is in my drawers. Stroking my branding iron erection.

Rebecca pulls her head away from the goblin in front of her. Moaning loudly through her first orgasm of the nighttime.

Hanatal pulls off her panties and straddled my lap. Riding my hawkshaw with a gasp. I kiss the beautiful green fille, as goblins fuck my wife in the desktop.

———-

Mitzi is a fag. Barely a young adult. No small effort growing up in these woods. The last few years had been hard on her clan. A pot of lightlessness Eagles had moved in, and their front-runner food seemed to be the small citizenry.

There were fewer and fewer of her sort every season.

She had been picking berries at the sharpness of a glade when she saw the group of goblins. As she looked up her atomic number 47 pelt sparkling softly in the sun.

At just a foot tall the little blue fruits were big in her paw. They would be serious eating for her clan. She dropped them though. Fascinated by the strange troupe. They seemed to be led by a human. A man.

She had followed the marching group all day. Fascinated by the foreign mix of tall raceway.

That night she sat on a Tree leg. Her mercurial skin blending in with her surroundings. Her green top and wench ( leaves sewn together with Gunter Wilhelm Grass ) simply adding to the result.

She is fascinated as the group splits into small radical and partner. Then they blatantly start rutting. Right there in populace.

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

Mitzi was old enough for sex, but she had yet to determine a suitable mate. Other than seeing animate being breeding she had almost no experience.

The nighest she had come was when a duet of cruel gnome had caught her napping a few month back.

She had awoke to find their grizzly wrinkled deal caressing her unseasoned trunk. As they held her down, the grinning men slid their hands under her top. Grabbing at her budding breasts.

She wanted to scramble away, but their jot made her look so singular. Sort of good. But naughty.

When a hand slid up her skirt between her second joint the Pres Young Fairy moaned. The wrinkled old men grinning at her.

She whined when stubby fingerbreadth rubbed at her flabby, pure ravisher. Sending strange pressing tingling through her silver gray body.

Her world flashed blanched with sensation when her medium 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 fleck nearly every night since then. Just brushing and caressing. Causing her own shudder, but always stopping when she started to feel that strange Theodore Harold White hot joy.

Now she found her hand sliding up her skirt again as she watched the people fuck. Her gaze mostly drawn to the human man and his petty green familiar.

‘ If he likes a little green girl ... maybe he would like a little silver one ?'She thought to herself. The thought sending strange thrills through her soundbox.

Her fingers brush her soft netherlips slowly. Giving her a pleasant bombination as she watches.

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

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

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

"Back for more, pretty ?"An oily voice asks from a hole under a nearby rotted tree ambo. The two gnomes must live under the dead Tree.

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

The gnome leads her down into a twisty burrow. His script reaches down and squeezes her unit of ammunition ass through her leaf wench. His message clear.

There was nowhere to fly away to down here.

They enter a hollowed out way. Musty and lined with roots covered in pale mushrooms and beetle. Another four gnome sit at rough table eating gruel.

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

"feel what we got this evening son !"Her scout grins a wrinkly, ugly smiling.

The husky men stand up and beleaguer the slim fairy. 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.

handwriting tug her chick down as others pull her hands away from her budding breasts. She gasps as they grope and maul her tender meat. Her young body tingling at the the hotshot.

"Put her on the table."Her cruel scout orders. The men pull her on her back on the rough board. Her soft wings crumpling underneath her Whitney Moore Young Jr. physical structure. They pin her down, pulling her weapon out. They spread legs obscenely wide-eyed. Leaving her Virgo the Virgin puss vulnerable to the templet's wicked touch.

"As I recall this really got you going last fourth dimension, pretty."The guide says, reaching between her thighs. Her body already writhing as the other old men's helping hand grope and caress her.

The guide's fingers poke and prod her sore cunt. The wrinkled man grins as he watches the effect it has on her.

Mitzi groans as she feels a squatty fingerbreadth pressing inside her to its first knuckle joint. Not far, but it's the outset thing to ever penetrate her Virgo netherlips. Not even her own fingers have dared.

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

The gnome moves his digit up and down slowly, watching as the poor slut frisson. One of his brothers clamps his sassing over the miss's small-scale right tit. Sucking hard on the little bud. Drawing an frantic pant from the fairy.

The guide flicks Mitzi's clitoris with his pollex. The silver girl lets out a sharp squeal. Her all soundbox milk shake.

"N ... no ! Please ... please give up !"She begs. She looks past the dwarf slobbering on her breast, into the eyes of her tormentor and knows he won't. Her world turns to white hot pleasure as he flicks that well-nigh delicate piece of her physical structure. Over and over.

The dwarf laugh as Mitzi's first orgasm overwhelms her. The little silver female child lost in swarm of forced sexual bliss.

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

There's a second of pain as her innocence is ripped away. The gnomes cheer as she throws her head back. Then that white blissfulness slipstream over her again. The dwarf's cock poking in and out of her tight fuck hole.

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

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

The evil, wrinkled men use her young soundbox through the rest of the long night. Over and over their wooden-headed dicks violate her pussy, her ass, and her pharynx.

Mitzi wakes with a start. Cum dried all over her body. On her thigh, her face, and in her retentive black hair. She hurt everywhere. Especially down below.

She looks around the elbow room. The five gnomes 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 hole in the ground. Into the afternoon sun. Into the air her offstage a multi-colored blur.

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

Mitzi stops at a pond and washes her bare body. A strange thrill running through her as she rubs her sore titmouse.

What the gnome did had been frightening and horrible. Yet part of her wanted to go back, even now. Her sore pussy tingling at the idea of being their sex striver.

Instead, now clean, she pulls on her doll and kerfuffle off. Searching the goblins'camp.

They were already gone.

Mitzi was sure as shooting she could catch up. A strange vision of the human man in her mind. Causing her pot to dart in inflammation.

Her pot, and something humiliated.

——-

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

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

We enjoy a good repast. The innkeeper and his wife happy to serve so many. Visions of atomic number 79 in their eyes.

I sit at the head of one of the long tables. Kara on my leave alone downing her third ale. Rebecca on my right picking at some spice potatoes, and paying close tending to the conversations around us. Her left hand slowly caressed my thigh.

Misoko was explaining the unknown politics of the valley. I had heard about of it before, but Becca hadn't.

Moonshadow valley was the name of the various kingdoms we had been passing through. Though technically it was more a group of area than a strict vale, if the Count'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 doer, his slaves, and his mistresses.

I suspect that last bit explained why the lizard adult female had breast.

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

The white bunny rabbit missy gave a sidelong glance to harpist and her pal at this stage.

The backwash split up. A few of the Major unity carving out realm for themselves.

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

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

The Nathair-snake people who lived in the snowy north.

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

The Biladi controlled the bombastic portion of the vale. All of the west and telephone exchange parting. And the south down to the sea. Though they were not a amalgamate block. They were actually split between three separate land.

The rest of the races eked out a sustenance in the apparition of their more successful cousin-german.

"The Orcs and hobgoblin ?"Rebekah asks. Her manus was now rubbing my rigidifying cock through my knickers.

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

"In other state Orcs build big cities."Karagoth explains to my wife."Here we are but simpleton state of nature clans."

Becca nods her pretty mind. I have no doubt she takes in more than than our companions'Book. From Misoko's unconscious racialism. To Kara's pride in her freedom. To Priyala's skinny scrutiny. My wife is a impertinent, perceptive cleaning lady.

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

Rebekah stands nimble to link me. She gives Kara bedroom optic as we pass. Running her digit across the Orc's shoulders.

Soon the three of us are in my room. The girlfriend seem to be in a subspecies to see who can strip the other woman the libertine. I'm a little interested the Orc will simply displume my married woman's clothes off.

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

The girls kiss. Their giant tits pressed together. Kara's light jet pelt a beautiful line to Becca's picket white. Their manus caress and explore each other's bodies.

I move up behind the Orc. Stripping off my own clothes. I press my unvoiced prick against her round ass. Wrapping my blazonry around both little girl. I nip hard at her greens neck. Kara growls in her lust.

Soon the William Green woman lies on the bed. My wife between her green second joint tonguing the Orc's wet puss.

I Egyptian pound into Rebecca from butt. My dick plunging deep. My bollock slapping her pussy.

After I cum the girls play together. I rest watching them grappling. The Strong Orc always coming out on top. Spanking the blonde woman or finger fucking her while she holds my married woman'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 green boob.

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

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

We should leave the wood in the afternoon. Three daytime of marching should have taken us to the edge.

"I bought a kettle."Amanatia tells me with a wide of the mark grin on her face.

"Gon na start 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 Captain James Cook.

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

"So you bought your own kettle ?

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

I smile at the cute hob fille, but I can't stop the strange shiver creeping up my spine.

———-

The strange chemical group was marching out of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood. Into the fields beyond. Mitzi watched them from a high limb, just at the sharpness.

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

She looks back a last metre into the shadow filled Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Then leaps into the air. Following the hob, and their human leader.

——-

"Minotaurs ?"I ask.

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

It made some sense I figured, as we walk into the agricultural village. I would receive 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 beast. Do we ?"I ask.

The cat girl shakes her top dog."It ... it's the obligation of the LE ... uh ... more subservient race to ... serve well ?"Yala looks at me embarrassed."It's supposed to be considered an honor."

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

There also seemed to be a pocket-size issue of bear people. They seemed to be the ones in charge.

"Everyone seems a slight ... morose."I suggest. Priyala just shrugs her articulatio humeri.

We get a pair rooms at the small thatched roof inn. As we enjoy a prissy meal in the common room I realize most of the meat I've been served since I got here has been chicken. Or some type of hoot. A carnival sum of fish as well.

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

I stop the cute little serving miss. A Zane Grey black eye maid. About it he same size as my hob, but with huge round spike and a tail."pardon me, girl. Why does everyone seem so glum ?"

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

"The culling ?"Rebekah asks kindly.

"We must turn over the mavin five villagers per year for their foul experiments. In return they guarantee rain for the crops."The girl then scurries off with an armload of empty plates.

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

"This far from a metropolis there is little auspices from their lord. It leaves them vulnerable to those with power."Priyala tells us.

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

Now that I was looking I could see legion villagers with malformation and cicatrix. At least a dozen with missing or mangled implements of war.

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

My follower 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 mayor's office. A big, stick out man named Otto. He had thick brown fur and scars in the left side of his face.

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

"How do you think you can aid ?"He asks in a deep phonation.

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

He touches the scar side of meat of his face at the acknowledgment of wizards."It is the role of the rains to pee crop grow."

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

"What mages human body, only idol may rip asunder."Was his unusual answer.

"Uh ... for sure, but I am a mage. Of sorts. I build enchantments. I can deliver the piss from your stream to your craw. For times when the rain is unreliable."I tell the big man.

He thinks for a time. I half expected him to sky me out. Maybe through a windowpane.

"The star would not take into account it."He finally says with a scowl. Sounding foiled.

"My men can aim guardianship of the whizz once and for all."I tell him confidently.

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

"way and board for my men as we enchant your current. Some coin to facilitate us on our way, and eight will young women to record into Daruun for five years."

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

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

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

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

"Do you mean we can take half a dozen wiz ?"Rebecca asks. Kara shakes her caput.

"Not if they are full phase of the moon maven. Not without losing virtually of our forces."The Orc char reply.

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

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

We would use hollowed out log as tubes with holes every few feet to sprinkle the water. soul at the stream could simply dump pail into it and water system an entire battlefield in a dead measure of time.

We could possibly even make wooden train and rig a deoxyephedrine system to raise the water supply. That would command even to a lesser extent effort.

The goblin seemed excited by the unscathed idea.

"And The wizards ?"Karagoth pouring a bucket of inhuman water on our fervor.

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

The villagers were happy to facilitate. Especially after Mayor Otto explained what they were helping with.

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

After a couple days working on it I left Amanatia in charge. She seemed to have got a real compass of the basic mechanics involved.

I also never saw Aklatan far from her side. Always with her notebook set up as the goblins worked on their beginning engine room project.

"Captain !"Harper smiles widely at me as she steps into the common room of the countrified inn."I may throw the answer to our thaumaturgist problem."

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

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

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

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

"Me ?"I raise one incredulous eyebrow."Then why did you need to let the cat out of the bag in private ?"

"I never said lecture, captain. I just said we should go upstairs."She places one big palm on the doorway next to me. Leaning in close. Her seven foot up height places her giant blue cleavage at face tallness to me.

"I suspect you are a booby man. Am I right ?"She asks. Her resign hand brushes her robe open a bit more. Revealing more cleavage and a bare linen bra.

I grin up at her."How did you approximate ?"I slide one helping hand into her robe, onto her hip. Her skin feels fond and smooth. Similar to Kara's like a supple leather.

My other hired hand caresses her buttock. Pulling her in for a candy kiss. Her knife is goon and thick-skulled. A footling sticky. She tastes like sweet grains. Her robe slides off and crumples to the floor.

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

"Oh, master !"She gasps as she pulls my hard dick from my trunks.

I grin at her as I squeeze the lightsome blue frame of her monolithic titmouse. I kiss and suck at her darker blue nipples.

My hired man reaches between us as she moans. My fingers find her pussy hairless and diffuse. I press a brace fingerbreadth inside her warm lizard pussy.

harpist spreads her boneheaded second joint, holding my head to her big chest."Mmm, bite them police captain. I like it rough."She ordering me. I start to nip at her little blue buds as I slide my cock into her waiting making love hole.

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

We fuck like that for a few minutes. Then I bite her tit extra hard and flip her big body over as she squeals in excitement.

I shove her face into the bed and, with her big ass in the air, slap her blue arse a few times. Her big tail thrashes back and forth in her excitement. I have to grab it and support stringent to terminate it from hitting me. Then I shove my surd peter deep in her wet twat.

I grab her all-encompassing hips as I thrust. Harper grabs the flat solid and groan. Her tail slaps against my side. I can finger her pussy frisson as she has an coming.

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

We rest for a bit afterwards. Harper makes flaccid cooing disturbance as she settles down.

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

"Harper says you may possess some ideas 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 clan leader is very intimate. She may be capable to avail in this."

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

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

I nod."I am willing to get wind what she has to say."

Kara wasn't well-chosen that I was wandering off when I told her. I agreed to take half a dozen hob with me. Then our petty mathematical group headed off with Erato leading the way.

The Snake clan wasn't far at all. Suspiciously just a match hours on our rachis trail.

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

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

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

She is skinny. With four weapon system and morose green tegument. Her aspect, like all the Nathair, is a bit too bestial for me to recover attractive. She has a dyad of short bulge for mamilla. Maybe B-cups. All the snake charwoman are small chested and near.

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

"I do. Though we can discuss that in time. You have an offer for me ?"Her Es are much less pronounced than her crony. Where he seemed like a suave killing car, she feels like a svelte loss leader.

"Yes. I need to be able-bodied to kill mages without losing near of my men."

She nods in thought."There is a weapon. One crafted to belt down a spell caster. A brand that would slice up right through their trance shield."One of the other women offers me a cup of hot tea."Mages don't like these weapon. They are far too dangerous to keep around. But far too powerful to destroy."

I sip the tea. Bitter with a wind 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 ripe than me."You will aid my sister Arizaza."The clan leader motions to one of the early women."She is a Whitney Young priest-doctor and needs assist binding powerful 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 eyebrow at the hairless Nathair charwoman.

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

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

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Mitzi watched the orgy from a nearby Vannevar Bush. The human's troupe made sex every night. A hefty distance from the Village. Though occasionally a villager would speculation close.

The little fairy was drawn each time like a moth to the flame. Stripping and caressing herself in the shadows. Her little fingers rubbing and squeezing her tit and petting her cunny. Flicking her tender clitoris.

Tonight she couldn't take her eye off the human Captain. His figure was St. Nicholas. He didn't usually fuck during the orgies, preferring his room in the wooden building.

Now she watched as he plowed the pink bunny girl. He had her on all fours. Her prospicient pink ears clutched in his paw as he fucked her from behind.

Mitzi was on all fours too. One manus grasping a subdivision for balance. The other rubbing desperately between her thigh. She had two wet finger's breadth deep in her puss. Thrusting as she imagined herself in the bunny girl fair sex's place.

Past the Captain there were other pair and mathematical group fucking. Including the blonde woman that Mitzi had come to understand was the chieftain's married person.

The homo charwoman was bouncing up and down on one of the big, Amytal, men's overlap. Her big tit jiggling. Her munition were around his boneheaded neck opening as she fucked the happy lizard.

One of the lizard's pal steps up behind the blond woman, stroking his big bluing dick. He nods to the inaugural, 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 charwoman's tight derrière.

Rebecca groans in botheration and pleasure as the Chokwa man's pecker push button slowly up her tight ass. Her eyes grasp and her toes curl from the sensation.

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

Instead of screaming or begging, the blonde seems to make love every second gear of it. Even the painfulness.

Mitzi tentatively pinches her own nipple. Then harder and harder. The silver fairy gasps as a strong coming shakes her there in the bushes.

The sounds of sex filling the night nearby.

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We are escorting Arizaza to a fire forest a duad mean solar day travel away. There was only myself, the snake char, one of the big Chokwa, Natia and Aki, as well as four goblin soldiers.

The rest of the snake people would stay behind with the rest of the troupe. I suspect this is a run of sorts, both for myself and the unseasoned serpent cleaning woman. Who I had discovered was not that young.

"Of course."She explained to me. Her sibilant consonant just a minuscule speculative than her taller sister."We were all born within day of each other. Nathair are born in clutches of eggs and only recognize those as family tie. We care minuscule for the conception of mother or father."

"Huh. Hard to imagine."I offer.

She just shrugged. Which did interest thing to her cleavage. Arizaza was shortsighted than her sister, but more endowed. At least C-cups. Still weedy though. Her skin was a light park with red crescents making interesting approach pattern.

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

"Coax a spirit. low gear I need a voodoo, to bind it to. Some powerful object that connects to one of the elements."

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

"Correct. There should be something knock-down there. But it is probable to be guarded. My sister didn't want to emaciate any of our clutch fighting to get it."Her face looks aim, serious. If I am any judge.

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

We grin at each other as we crawl into my tent. Shedding our clothes as we go. I grab her long hair and push her mint-green facial expression to my genitals. I moan as she sucks on my surd cock. Her tongue lovingly caresses my fuck stick.

I lean forward and pass on her cute derrière a few slaps. I grin, listening to the cute whines from the goblin 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 missy so small beneath me. I reach around to grab her big dangling breasts.

When we finish we lie together, nude. Grinning as we listen to the son still fucking Aki.

The fire forest was about what I expected. Blackened tree stump, fallen trees, and ash.

Here and there we could see little plume of fastball or tiny smoldering ardor.

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

"A few years."Arizaza answers, shrugging."The picayune flak are from elementals. They do not like to relinquish their cargo deck on this place."

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

She points to what I assume is the nub of the smoky Grant Wood.

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 marvellous with burning at the stake ember for eyes. sess rising from glowing cracks in its bark.

"We must overcome it. I need it's heart."The Nathair woman monastic order.

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

With a roar like a furnace it punches the dry land as I leap away, slashing wildly. Two of the male child poke it with spears, trying to draw its attention. The big Chokwa man beating at it with his club.

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

The elementary holler in anger. Swinging around. It's fist hit me like a blowout train. I land on my stomach seeing genius. I can faintly hear, ‘ Boss ! honcho ! Move !"

I roll in time to avoid being stomped. Right into the thing's leg. burning coals spilling onto my chest.

I panic. Rolling around and trying to brush the coals off. The beast continues to kick and perforate at me. The boy doing their best to ruin 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 feet. With a tempestuous swing I cleave open the front of the monsters legs as well.

Now it moves more wandering 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 girl is throwing rock at the monster's head. She looks disappointed when they seem to give no effect.

I run my sword through its belly. Wrenching side to side. Cracking open the animate being's chest. I jump away from the spill of ember and burning ash. My blade is bent, weakened by the elemental's unnatural heat energy.

It's not an military issue now though. The creature desperately tries to shove its spilling ember back in its belly as it slumps to the ground. Then with a net groan it's unmarried eye goes out.

The snake woman reaches into the animate being's chest. Unfazed by the heating system apparently. With a smiling she pulls out a coal the size of a baseball."This I it !"Her hissing more pronounce in her excitement.

We retreat from the burnt woods and reach camp. Arizaza sitting mark legged and meditating over the coal.

She stays that way for hours. Long after dinner. I wave off Natia who moves on to the big Chokwa man, rubbing her mentum with an scheme looking at.

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

I paw her a home plate of food that she acceptes gratefully. She sits succeeding to me chewing and watching the goblin princesses get fucked.

"You are a randy bunch."She gossip.

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

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

"Great, What's adjacent ?"

"A body of water spirit."She tells me."I can only see to it two. Fire and body of water are good for combat."She assures me.

"Two ?"I ask.

"As a shaman grows in tycoon they can command more. Plus some tike spirits. sprite. For now I will only be capable to verify the two."

She finishes the simple repast."My sister told me I should try to bed you. She said it would help strengthen the adhesion with our people and yours. Or at least pass water it easier to manipulate you."She says this while looking at the ground between her feet.

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

"You are very audacious. 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 pull off her shirt. All four of her arms in the air. Then she helps with her miserly linen faulting underneath. Her breath catches when I squeeze her full breasts. Surprisingly lenient for skin 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 lower set of work force. Draping her upper deal around my neck.

"I am glad to take you as my first."She hisses. Her speech getting severe to translate.

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

"Have you ever seen one ?"

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

I guide her workforce to my pecker."You can roleplay with it if you like."

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

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

"Aren't fond pedigree usually bristly with all that hair ?"She caresses my arm with one of her many bridge player. Amazed at how easygoing I was.

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

She groans as I slowly drive my pecker into her tight Snake hole. Her hands scratching at my back. My lips finding her soused nipples.

Our bodies move together as we fuck. The green woman bites down hard on my berm with her wide back talk as her orgasm hits her. It hurts, but she doesn't seem to have any teeth.

She snuggles next to me after I finish inside her. We lay together in the dark. The crackle of the fire and sound of goblin making sleep with exterior.

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

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

Our side by side check was a minuscule gorge probably forty feet down where three current converged into a waterfall.

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

We stand on the edge of the current at the backside. I held a spear in my custody. My sword was ruined. Hopefully i could get it repaired back in the village.

We advanced on the waterfall. untrusting, but not trusted what to expect.

One of my soldiers screams as he is pulled into the H2O by a tentacle. Then a mass of them rise up. Just a few infantry from where the falls splash into the gorge.

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

The Chokwa grabs a few tendrils. Squeezing them to flesh in his meaty fists. As the girls fire their crossbows into the weewee.

From behind me there is a loud WHOOSH ! A thickly bolt of lightning of blast shooting past me. The tentacles struck by the fire fizzle in panic. A thick cloud of steam rising from the urine.

So thick I can't see.

"scout where you're shooting !"I shout as a crossbow thunderbolt rainfly past me.

"I can't !"Aki shouts back.

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

I stab at the beast again and again.

Someone. I assume the Nathair Shaman throws red hot stone. Which seem to have More effect than my spear.

Then a one shot toothy backtalk snaps at me from out of the apparition. I raise my spear to guard it off. Another burst of fire striking the creature. Right down it's gullet. Burning away half my fishgig. I pat at my face to make certainly I still have brow.

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

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

"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 piss.

Quietly we make camp. The serpent woman meditating over her water world.

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

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

Two goblin boy were thrusting between the female child'facing pages legs. Fucking them as they pleasured each other. Another soldier waiter patiently for his act. Squeezing Amanatia's cute rear. Pushing a finger in and out of her closely ass.

Arizaza suddenly pulls her shirt off. Then shimmies out of her pant and underwear. There in movement of the unharmed radical. 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 pleasure as we fuck. My hands squeezing her jiggly snake teat.

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

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

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

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

The blonde wore only black stockings with pink bows. A pink silk thong. A pink sheer top, cropped and doing nothing to blot out her big jiggling boob. A pink bow in her hair, and finally a pinko dog collar. I would later learn that it had ‘ Orc's Whore'engraved on it.

Apparently my wife and my better half have been playing some naughty games.

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

In the even we sit around a campfire outside the hamlet. My married woman on her knees at Kara's feet. Cali wiggling naked on my lap, while her Gemini snuggled up next to me. Occasionally leaning in and kissing each early.

There were a fistful of visitor from the Village as well. III sets of what I assume are married couplet. Excited to learn the erotic show.

I pinch one of Trisha's nipples. Grinning at her emotional squeal. Her mother is led out to one of the cover. Three goblins surrounding her plump physical structure as she lays down.

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

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

Another attack from their leader to incorporate our two radical ?

Speaking of which, Miashasha and the priest-doctor are both here. Sitting close together to check the show. As were a couple of the Nathair men.

Rebecca has her facial expression buried between Kara's thigh. The beautiful Orc warrior growling her pleasure. One hand on my wife's head, her other squeezing her own exposed breast.

Calli pulls out my dick. Before she can skid it into her ready erotic love hole I grab her articulatio radiocarpea. She gives me a cute, nettlesome look."I need it daddy."She moans. Rubbing her teenage pussy against my intemperate shaft. She bites her gloomy lip."I need your big rooster in me."

I grab her ass, lifting her up. Then drop her, impaling the teen on my peter. The excited miss rides my lap as her sister leans in to kiss me.

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

"Ass up, slave."Kara orders in her husky part.

Rebecca obediently gets to all fours. Her grimace still pressed against the Orc's wet cuckoo. Her hired hand grabbing green thigh.

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

Then the goblin clout my married woman's thong down. Positioning the dark super C tip of his dick against her sonant looker.

Rebecca pushes back against him as she moans in pleasure. Taking his inhuman dick deep in her woman of the street's pussy.

Later in the night the twin teens snuggle me. Naked and spent in my bed. While my wife 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 common way of the inn, having lunch. She looks wonderfully slutty in a tight trying on balancer top and linen shorts. She was obviously loving her new sex kitten role. able to be as publicly slutty as she wants."You have so very much on your shell, 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 seraglio master, and I get to be your loving slave."She pulls her top up, letting her big boob flop out."Plus I get to be as subvert and dirty as I have always dreamed."

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

After we break apart, smiling at each other, a vernal sheep lady friend 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 backwash. Instead of hair she had a sort of head of hair. Like an Afro hairdo of white wool around her head. She had big tits under her field shirt. Probably double-D's. Plus a fluffy white keister.

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

"That's correct. You are a very cover girl immature 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 upstairs right now if you are really interested in joining."I offer. The Caora girl nods and let's me carry her hand. I lead her to my room.

Her slim physical structure trembles as I help pull off her shirt. Her blur covered skin like a knit cap under my digit. Soft and pleasant. She gasps when I gently grasp her big bosom. Also covered with fuzz, except for her pink areola and mammilla.

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

She nods tentatively."At sheering time."

"Oh ? Tell me about that."I ordering. Something in her interpreter excites me. She seems so faint-hearted. So vulnerable. She presses the button on a man that makes him want to both protect and defile a Lester Willis Young woman.

That touch sensation is often especially stiff in me.

"Sheering is supposed to be adumbrate. Something shared with a loved one. someone you trust."I piece at her cervix and slide my hands into the rachis of her drawers. Squeezing her gentle ass.

"Something sexual ?"

"It can be."Her breathing comes faster."If done with a mate."I pull her bloomers down. Kissing her foggy tummy 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 piazza, here, it's a public event. It's humiliating and ... and degrading."My face presses into her crotch. Also fuzzy. My glossa lightly licks her pussy backtalk. Her hands in my hairsbreadth to stabilize herself.

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

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

"My father said they do it to cook sure we know our home. Just like the Vacca."She meant the cow people. I had heard the womanhood 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 wash know their place."

Bailey's second joint shiver as she has a small orgasm. I let her ride that out, licking up her sugariness succus. 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 love to see that done to you."I tell her.

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

I practically tear my pants off. My hard-on is as hard as it's ever been.

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

The sheep girl war cry out in ecstasy as I fuck her. I grab her articulatio radiocarpea and pin them above her head. Leaning in to seize with teeth her nipples.

I feel her pussy pounding around my peter. Milking it as she cums. Harder and longer than before.

When she comes down she looks at me with her big ewe eyes."I ... I'm just obedient farm animal. Y ... your tame sheep to use and ill-treat ?"Her boob heaves along with her intelligence.

She whines a footling when I pull out. Then I flip her over. Forcing her to her manus and genu. Grinning as I slap her cute ass a few times.

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

"Baaa ! Baaa !"She bleats as I thrust back into her. I grab her flossy tail as I British pound her goofball.

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

Then I collapse on the young Caora fille. Her soft heaving consistence beneath me. My wilted peter slowly slipping out of her sloppy jackass.

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

"It was pretty big for me too."I tell her. Soon I roll over and perpetrate her finale for a snuggle. Her heavenly, soft eubstance 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 smutty insult. And humiliating. And I loved it. I ... I never imagined it could be like that."She answers excitedly.

"Well, I like dominating my mate. 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. Most of my soldiers, including Miashasha, Arizaza, and four of the serpent men.

The Nathair clan leader assured me that our destination was only three days away. Which is just. The mayor thinks the wizards would issue forth soon for their tribute.

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

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

"That's ... not enceinte. I had hoped one of our vantage would be surprise."

I mull over what losing that would stand for for our future plans. We had been setting up an ambush in the village. Our crossbows would play a John R. Major role. Now I had to rethink that.

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

Even the evening bacchanal did little to rouse 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 followers uncontrollably drove her lust, as it always did.

The little silver fairy moaned softly as she fingered herself. She had become quite whiz at self delight.

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

It was a smooth stone she had found in a stream, about the size of her top dog. She slathered it with Chuck Berry juice, then held it between her second joint.

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

She had learned a lot from watching the mercenary.

After she has an orgasm she naps on the tree branch. Watching as the captain's married woman leads him into his tent.

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

And it was working.

My married woman's expert oral cavity and tongue did wonders for my attitude.

Finally she crawls up my body. Kissing and nipping as she goes. When she straddles my hips she rubs her soft pussy against my hard cock. Sitting up and running her hired hand through her curly, golden tomentum. Her titan knocker jiggling.

I reach up and snap up her nonplus orbs. Squeezing her plentiful flesh.

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

She rides me slowly. Drawing out our lovemaking. My fingertips glide up and down her wing making her shiver. From her rose hip up to her breasts 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,"Ruin me."in my ear.

I grab her by her blond hair and slap the side of her typeface. Not severe, she just gasps in inflammation anyway. Then I push her off me.

I grab my wife's articulatio coxae and force her to her hired man and genu. Slapping her ass a few clock time as she wiggles it in the air.

She grunts as I plunge my cock back into her wet cunt. Pounding her hard and grabbing her hair again. I yank her read/write head up, and she moans.

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

"You dirty whore."I growl at her."Just a goblin cum rag. You're the Village slut. Opening your legs for everyone."Becca's totally body tremor and she squeals as she cums.

Before her orgasm is finished I pull out and push her to her knees. When I press my dick to her lips, my wife suck on my slimy cock. Her eye are closed and her physical structure still trembles.

As my own orgasm rises I pull away. I shoot stream after stream onto her beautiful face and tits. My pin-up wife licking jizz from her mouth.

"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 shiver from time to fourth dimension.

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

There was a Caucasian door. In a small clearing in a small-scale Sir Henry Joseph Wood. The sunup light hit it at an angle that nearly made it burn.

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 traditionally trained spell caster in our radical.

The cat young lady slowly approaches the door. Her big Book of patch notes open. She stops twenty ft away. Mumbling to herself. Her fingertips glowing.

We wait nearly half an hour by my guesswork. Then my footling kitten turns back to me with a grin on her lips."Done. It's safety to open."

"Good girl."I tell her as I we approach."Any idea what to carry ?"

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

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

I open the door.

Instead of Sir Thomas More woods on the former side there is ... a room ? Through the now spread doorway. I step onto what turns out to be a landing.

The room was promising. Filled with landing place and stairs of various sizes. Going this way and that. All made of White or grey gemstone. Marble I think.

It looks like that Escher picture. At first off anyway. Then I realize that everything has a definite up and down predilection. We seem to be at the bottom.

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

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

"Didn't think it would be promiscuous. Did'ja Boss ?"Gort grins up at me. Loaded crossbow in one hand, short circuit sword in his other.

I shake my head and charge up the next staircase.

The back landing place is where we meet resistance.

Ghostly men in armor simply step out of the air to stop our course. Gort fires his crossbow, and much to my surprise kills one of the defender. I fully expected his shot to just go along through.

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

We quickly clear our landing of the five protector. Looking around I see my forces fighting on early landings. I can see More of the ghostly men waiting above.

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

I could see Miashasha fighting alongside a radical of goblins. She had a pair of wicked looking sticker in her lower hired hand and two curved blade in her early's. They looked reminiscent of scimitars, flaring toward the peak.

I slay a twain of shielder. Then back up as I get pressed by a particularly dour opposite. Only to watch over him get skewered by two goblin spears.

The succeeding 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 half with her giant axe and a mighty Orc roar. She is a layer below me, and I see no way to get to her.

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

I cut the hand off one of my assailant. Then I doge a swing at my case. I feel my breathing place catch as I slip up backwards into quad. The horrible feeling of no step when you expect one.

I'm probably favorable. I only fall ten base or so. Landing hard on my back. My sword skitters across the Zane Grey marble.

Two guardians seem to step out of nowhere. Raising their swords. I get prepare to wave.

Suddenly a strange atomic number 47 bird is flittering between their faces. Distracting them enough for me to kick one away.

As I scramble for my blade my public turns red with pain. The other guard stabs his steel through my leg. Pinning me to the ground.

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

Also to see two Nathair men leap a respectable twenty or 30 feet. Landing on my political platform. Their swords flashing.

I turn when I feel something protuberance my hand. It's my steel. The piffling ... not doll. It's a silver woman. With tiny annexe. She smiles up at me. She had dragged my sword over.

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

She settles on my shoulder. Around a substructure tall and beautiful. The two snake men help me up. One wrapping my calfskin to block off 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 room.

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

He is justly. It's unvoiced to observe in the midst of affair. When one dies another just appears foster up.

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

The silver young woman on my shoulder tug on my ear."That way."She says pointing. Her part like harp bowed stringed instrument.

She was right. My spell casters seemed to make figured something out. Both lead groups that are able to deposit together as they advance.

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

Arizaza has nearly a dozen. She has summoned a fauna reminiscent of the smoldering tree elemental that makes short work of the guardians.

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

Grouped up the ghostly guardians quickly lose ground. Soon Erato helps me onto the concluding platform. Arizaza hands me the glowing crystal blade with a smiling on her cheek.

"Thank you."I smile back.

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

"shuffle sure to grab our wounded on the way back down."I rescript. The serpent shaman kneeling before me.

cool water system flows from her manus to surround my injured calf. Soothing my injury.

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

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

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

The crystal steel cost us three goblin spirit. And a lot of lesion. Though between my hobgoblin healing powers and Arizaza's urine, we had everyone up and about within a duet hours.

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

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

Everyone seemed interested in the little atomic number 47 cleaning lady.

She stood about a metrical unit tall. Slim and beautiful, with soft shimmery extension. She wore leaves tied together as a skirt and top. She looked to have belittled breasts, and a round ass. Her hair was dim as midnight. Long and straight. Past her knees. Her skin was a shimmery flatware. Occasionally taking on the colour around her helping her to blend in.

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

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

"Mitzi."She says in her melodious interpreter, looking bashful at the attention.

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

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

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

That evening Mitzi sat on my berm 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 or chemical group up.

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

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

With a grin she sheds her leaves. Revealing a bald, eloquent kitty-cat and budding B-cup bosom. If anyone made bra in her size.

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

I strip as I head into my tent. Mitzi disturbance down to my hard putz as I lay down. She is a lot taller than my seven column inch. And feels capital planting minuscule fairy candy kiss and licking my cock. She rubs her little buds against me and grinds her crotch against my cock.

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

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

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

With our size deviation there is no discreetness. Just a heavyweight tongue licking her pussycat. She seems to enjoy it though. Grabbing my fingers for backing and pressing her crotch against my slobbery licker.

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

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

When we return to the settlement an charge Bailey is waiting for me.

"You're condom !"She gushes as she hugs me with her soft, furred arms.

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

I nod, intrigued, and promontory that way.

Soon I answer a smash on the door.

"This is my friend Betsy."The sheep young lady introduces proudly.

Betsy is a cow girl. One of the Vacca. She is tall and chocolate-brown, strapping and curvy. She had a cow-like face and little Elwyn Brooks White French horn. She had a full mind of dark brown hair with a equalise tuft at the end of her poop. Her tits looked huge under her wearing apparel. with child than my wife's, they strained the buttons up the front. She gives me a nervous smile.

"ejaculate in. It's great to meet you Betsy."I usher the girls in."So you want to be one of the little girl to join my troupe ?"

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

"She wants to be your slavish, livestock, whore. Just like me."Nathaniel Bailey says proudly. The Vacca lady friend looks at her Friend in shock. Then nods nervously at me.

Bailey swiftly pulls off her blouse. Her own big tits bouncing costless. Then she grabs at the big lady friend's attire. curtain raising clitoris, starting at the top."Tell our maestro how many different manus have milked your delicious tits."The wooly girl orders.

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

"I'm not so certain she is as bore to ... uh ... be my submissive livestock. Pearl Bailey"I place a gentle hand 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 nervous. William Tell him."The last bit was directed a bit desperately at her big supporter.

Betsy pulls her bra off freeing her giant tits. Her straw man had a big white ellipse patch, that covered around half of her knocker. Then she climbs on the bed wiggling her wide ass at me."Moooo."She calls looking back over her shoulder with a grin.

I step forward and wind her long dame. Her left asscheek has a palm tree sized blank smirch. That's where I spank first. The cow girl boo and moans as her ass wobbles to a duo 12 strikes.

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

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

Bailey lays next to us, fully au naturel. One hand fingering her own twat. The former squeezing her tits.

When I start to deplumate off my pant Bailey faux pas down in front of me. She helps get my apparel off. Then she starts sucking on my heavy cock.

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

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

When Bailey moves away I ram my iron laborious piece of tail rod balls deep in one nimble motion. The Vacca girl gasping horsely with pleasure as she cums.

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

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

Betsy's long slobbery spit soon has the smaller lady friend moaning. Nathan Bailey pinches and pulls at her own garden pink mamilla.

I grunt as I shoot my load in the cow's snatch. I grab her tail and thrust hard to render her every death drop.

Spent I lay down. Watching as Bailey moves to lick her friend's well poke twat. Betsy gives me a smile as she pulls her clothes the residue of the way off. I help with her stern. Still stuck through its slit in the back.

I'm starting to think there has been something deeper than friendly relationship between these two. Now may be the for the first time sentence they have had a chance to express it.

I can feel my lust slowly rising.

It was time to stamp out the mages.

We had finished the irrigation system. It seemed to work adequately. The villagers understood enough that they would be capable to spend a penny basic haunt.

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

It would be our killing field.

All we had left to do was hold back.

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

"Mmm ! I'm cumming !"My married woman calls back.

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

She grabs my headspring as I start to pull away."No ! Don't stop !"The blonde orders.

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

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

I hop down the Hall half au naturel pulling on my pants.

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

We could see a pair of stroller coming. Two go-cart behind them. One with a big discharge John Cage. There are a 12 safeguard. Dressed in black leather. As well as four dejected looking slaves.

When the perambulator are between the tree diagram we strike. Three of the safeguard dropping in the first moment. Multiple crossbow bolts stuck into their falling bodies.

Suddenly goblins were everywhere. Fighting safety and lassoing buck. We didn't want the carriages to attempt to fly.

Then the inaugural wizard was stepping out. fire in the decoration of his hands. He looked seventy, and very angry. A Biladi man. A couple arrows leaping off his deception buckler.

He hurls both slews of fire, only to see them fizz out against Arizaza's nebulizer of piss. Then I lose spate as I slip out of my scrub behind one of the bleak carriages.

We had to act agile. We were relying heavily on the power of my new sword, and my accomplishment 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 fabric. Tending to it like a mother would her first newborn. Though a lot bighearted than I would guess a goblin cub to be.

We move between the two carriages. hoi polloi were screaming in pain. Something roared. We stayed clear of the horse. They had green glowing eyes.

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

He grins at me as I advance. His whole right arm turning to flame. I can see the serpent little girl's tree diagram elemental over his shoulder, crushing a black clad safety device.

The adept lift his bally arm. Then ...

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

I quickly draw out my sword out. The female person ace is mumbling something. Kara's axe flashes as it glances off her cuticle.

"relocation ! Down !"Hanatal fiat, pulling the fabric off her contraption. The Orc cast as the goblin lifts it to her berm. It's a cylinder of iron and wood. It almost looks like ...

WHOOSH !

Sparkling fastball fills the air. The goblin princess's gun fires a one C midget pebbles. Probably not hard enough to kill a man.

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

The wizard woman's face turns to horror as her magic shield light and splattering out. Then Kara's axe thunks into the charwoman's side.

I could pick up other gun going off as Hanatal grins at me. Not with hit but flashy whooshes. The sparkle dust wasn't quite the Sami as gunpowder, but it served its purpose.

The other wizards didn't stand a opportunity. Our ambush had turned to a carnage.

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

My castor got to pick a few trinkets from the evil wizards belongings, 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 party and practically revelry that night.

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

The Ag poove holds on tight to one of Becca's large tits. Jiggling back and Forth as I thrust into the moaning blonde. The midget woman kissed and licks Rebecca's hard mamilla. Her flicker annex occasionally tickling my chest.

I lift and separate Becca's creamy stage. Grabbing her mortise joint I lift her ass about an inch off the bed. She grabs the sheets in her ecstasy. My cock hitting one of her favourite spots.

Mitzi climbs further up my wife. Reaching her lips, she gives Rebecca fairy kiss. Then she turns around and straddles the blonde's backtalk. Becca starts to lick the flyspeck girl's pussy. Both women moaning their pleasure. Mitzi squeezes her own budding tit as she watches me from my wife's case.

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 status is.

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

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

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

I have to slow down and be careful not to squish the small girl between us. My dick sliding between Mitzi's thighs, rubbing her faerie pussy. Then entering Rebecca. I'm almost fucking them both from behind.

Rebekah gets loud as she cums. Her body trembling as my dick slowly thrusts inside her. Mitzi soon follows. Her voice musically calling out her pleasure.

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

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

I close my heart and ride the blissfulness of my sexual love's sass around my dick. I run my hands through her long hairsbreadth.

"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 breast and leans back.

With a groan I stroke my dick. My orchis clasp. I spray both womanhood with my jizz. The viscous screw juice covering my wife's breast and drenching the silver pansy.

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

Soon we clean both girls off. Becca with a towel. Mitzi in a warmly bowling ball of water.

I definitely want to do naughty matter to the miniature girl. I'm just not entirely certainly what.

Then we are snuggling to slumber. My married woman at my side. Mitzi laying naked on my chest.

I worry a minuscule that I could oppress her in the nighttime, though she seems to be quite hood.

We have our eight village girls. Bailey and Betsy, of course. My sexy submissive whores. There were also three shiner girls, called Roden. Two more sheep girls, a light and dour Charles Grey.

There was also the city manager's daughter. A bear. She was one of the prisoner who we rescued. A big charwoman, nearly seven animal foot tall and husky. She has big tit and thick silky fur.

She was also missing her exit arm near the elbow. As well as her decent eye. In fact the right side of her face had some nasty scars.

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 village's debt paid in wide.

Now we will tamp down and develop to set out in the daybreak. My hobgoblin already refining their new ‘ thunder busts.'The name given to the guns they had crudely invented.

I couldn't help care about how they may impact the order of this strange Earth .