I grab the cat cleaning woman's grey tail. Kneeling on her bed, nut deep in her noble twat. Divya's pleasured purrs good turn to yowls of pain and lecherousness as I squeeze and yank her hindquarters.

"Yes ! Harder !"She orders throwing her head back. Her black hair tosses around wildly.

I slap her velvet ass hard with my free hand. Thrusting deep in her warm, wet mess.

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

The Countess's slit throbs around my tool as she comes to a screech orgasm. I try to check back but the sensation is too much. I groan as I fill her with my hot jizz.

We collapse into each former's blazon. Watching her husband lift my wife and home her beautiful body on his lap. Rebecca moans loudly as he impales her with his buddy-buddy cat phallus.

“"Do you really let to go so soon ?"Divya wry face. She runs the tips of her fingers up and down my sweaty chest.

I smile at the lusty Biladi fair sex."I'm afraid so. Our supply are packed and cook. My multitude reasonably healed and prepared for travel. Besides we are leaving a small contingent to hold you."I tell her reasonably.

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

The Countess strikes my limp dick."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 yearn kiss. Comforted by the sounds of my wife's pleasured groan from across the sleeping accommodation.

"Ready to go ?"I ask in the first light.

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

There are xx hob men. Nine goblin woman. 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 daughter. My cover girl wife.

And, of path Karagoth of the Broken offstage Clan. My beautiful Orc partner. She gives me a toothy smile, her piddling tusks glinting in the early Christ Within.

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

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

If the Count's function were correct there were human kingdoms in that direction. Past some mountain ranges.

We traveled for two days before the track entered a thick forest. It seemed to be called organization Leaf woodwind instrument. At to the lowest degree that's what Aki had written in her notebook computer. Her letter seemed to be getting better by the day.

There were regular slur along the trail cut out so travelers had room to tent. A few even had bantam cabins for a pall traveler to get out of harsh atmospheric condition.

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

Everyone came running over to find Hanatal and a handful of hob. Strange twinkle seemed to fill the air around them.

"Aw, dang ! Sorry hirer !"Hanatal gave me a rueful grin. She is the hobgoblin princess who had lost her eye in the rat man maraud. Now she wore a black patch that someone had sewn a copper coin to. Her former eye is a dull grey, like a building storm.

She is thick than her curvy cousins. With sluttish green hide. She had smaller C-cup knocker. They were perky with a scattering of dark park freckles across them. Her hair was shortsighted, a nighttime commons.

"What's going on ?"I ask.

"sparkle dust."As if that answered everything. Seeing the lack of comprehension on my look she goes on,"Hedge whiz make it for bards and other entertainers. It ... it sparkles."She looks around for a mo, 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 Logos a few times. As do others in the crowd."Did it solve ?"

"I ... I think so ?"

"Well, maybe do experiments further away from coterie. Especially I involving ardor and explosions."I smile at her.

Hanatal grins back and gives me a nod."You're teaching them about throttle ?"My married woman asks. Snuggling up next to me as the hob cannonball along off with a flaming joint.

"Well, I tell them stories from our world."I answer, taking her bridge player in mine.

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

Later in the eve 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 first clip with the male child, and she was excited. The goblin men still looked unquiet as they approached her. Glancing at me to take sure as shooting everything was ok. I had spent some clock time explaining to them that I was perfectly fine with them treating my wife like a prostitute.

I give Gort a small nod. He grabs her tight linen boxershorts and yanks them down. His petty Green hand slaps her one shot pale ass. Then he spreads her pussylips apart and shoved his bumpy green dick deep inside my loving Rebekah.

She throws her head back gasping. Golden scroll flying. My gumshoe gets hard as the little goblin rides my wife.

"I think the sparkle detritus might work boss."A voice says.

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

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

Becca lowers her foreland to the goblin's genital organ. Taking his big gumshoe in her mouthpiece.

The other adult female 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 heart away from my beautiful wife as she is fucked by monsters. Two of the boys are slapping and groping at her giant breast.

"We just need a blacksmith's shoppe, or something."The Green haired girl says. She was wearing a sheer crop-top I can clearly see her perky, freckled, titty and dark nipples. She also had on red lace panty with matching stockings.

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

I pull the jet female child onto my lap. Her helping hand reaching down and rubbing the tip of my peter through my boxershorts.

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

"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 clash across the freckle on her breast.

"I love to look on my wife having sex. There is an hullabaloo in sharing something that is supposed to be sacred. In defiling it, only to chance that it has no effect on the way you love one another."Her hand is in my shorts. Stroking my iron erection.

Rebekah pulls her head away from the hobgoblin in front of her. Moaning loudly through her first orgasm of the night.

Hanatal pulls off her panties and straddled my lap. Riding my prick with a pant. I kiss the beautiful green daughter, as hob fuck my married woman in the background signal.

———-

Mitzi is a fairy. Barely a young adult. No little feat growing up in these wood. The last-place few class had been hard on her kinship group. A flock of Joseph Black Eagles had moved in, and their best-loved food for thought seemed to be the belittled people.

There were fewer and fewer of her kind every season.

She had been picking berry at the sharpness of a clearing when she saw the group of goblins. As she looked up her flatware peel sparkling softly in the sun.

At just a foot tall the fiddling dispirited yield were big in her hands. They would be good eating for her kin. 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 strange mix of tall races.

That night she sat on a tree branch. Her erratic skin blending in with her environment. Her leafy vegetable top and skirt ( leaves sewn together with gage ) simply adding to the event.

She is fascinated as the group splits into diminished groups and pardner. Then they blatantly start rutting. right there in world.

Even the human being drawing card, with a little fleeceable missy 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 observe a suitable partner. Other than seeing animals breeding she had almost no experience.

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

She had awoke to find their grey wrinkled men caressing her young body. As they held her down, the grinning men slid their hands under her top. Grabbing at her budding knocker.

She wanted to scramble away, but their touch made her tactile property so funny. kind of good. But naughty.

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

She whined when stubby fingerbreadth rubbed at her soft, Virgo the Virgin peach tree. Sending strange urgent tingle through her silver body.

Her man flashed Patrick Victor Martindale White with whiz when her sensitive clit got brushed. That's when she panicked. Kicking the ugly niggling men away and flying off. Disoriented and confused.

She had touched her most secret spot nearly every night since then. Just brushing and petting. Causing her own thrill, but always stopping when she started to experience that unusual white hot pleasure.

Now she found her manus sliding up her bird again as she watched the people fuck. Her gaze mostly drawn to the human being man and his short greens companion.

‘ If he likes a little unripe girl ... maybe he would care a little silver one ?'She thought to herself. The mentation sending strange chill through her body.

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

Eventually the party breaks up. The people retire to their tents. Mitzi flys off confused and 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 oleaginous spokesperson asks from a hole under a nearby rotted tree stump. The two dwarf must last under the dead tree.

Mitzi lowers her caput and submissively walk of life to the hole. Ashamed at what she was doing, but powerless to block herself.

The gnome leads her down into a twisty tunnel. His hand reaches down and squeezes her round ass through her leaf annulus. His content elucidate.

There was nowhere to fly away to down here.

They enter a hollowed out way. Musty and lined with roots covered in blench mushrooms and beetles. Another four gnomes sit at rough board eating gruel.

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

"smell what we got tonight son !"Her template grins a wrinkly, ugly smile.

The husky men stand up and surround the thin fairy. She clasps her hands together across her breasts as the men begin tugging at her wearing apparel.

The leafy top easily tearing away as the men sunniness.

Hands tug her skirt down as others pull her hands away from her budding tit. She gasps as they grope and maul her tender nubs. Her vernal torso tingling at the the maven.

"Put her on the table."Her cruel guidebook orders. The men pull her on her back on the harsh tabular array. Her soft annexe crumpling underneath her young consistency. They pin her pile, pulling her arms out. They spread legs obscenely wide. Leaving her virgin pussy vulnerable to the guidebook's wicked touch.

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

The templet's fingers poke and prod her sore pussycat. The wrinkled man grins as he watches the consequence it has on her.

Mitzi groans as she feels a squatty finger printing press inside her to its first knuckle. Not far, but it's the world-class thing to ever click her virgin netherlips. Not even her own fingers have dared.

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

The gnome moves his finger up and down slowly, watching as the poor slut frisson. One of his crony clamps his lip over the girl's small right tit. Sucking hard on the lilliputian bud. Drawing an excited gasp from the nance.

The usher flicks Mitzi's clit with his thumb. The silver missy lets out a penetrative squeal. Her whole body milkshake.

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

The gnomes laugh as Mitzi's first orgasm overwhelms her. The small atomic number 47 girl lost in swarm of forced sexual bliss.

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

There's a here and now of pain as her naturalness is ripped away. The dwarf sunshine as she throws her foreland back. Then that Andrew D. White bliss washes over her again. The gnome's cock jab in and out of her mean be intimate gob.

Mitzi moans and gasp in inglorious pleasure as the gnome uses her for his own gratification. Soon shecfills cunny inside as he fills her with his source. His slime drizzling out as his dick pulls away.

"Who's following, bloke ?"He laughs.

The iniquity, wrinkled men use her young soundbox through the rest of the long night. Over and over their thick dicks violate her pussy, her ass, and her throat.

Mitzi wakes with a commencement. Cum dried all over her body. On her thigh, her face, and in her long black 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 skirt. Her top had been shredded beyond use. Then she was running out of the hole in the flat coat. Into the afternoon sun. Into the air her wing a motley blur.

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

Mitzi stops at a pond and washes her raw dead body. A strange rush running through her as she rubs her sore tits.

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

Instead, now clean, she pulls on her chick and flutters off. Searching the hob'camp.

They were already gone.

Mitzi was sure as shooting she could catch up. A strange sight of the human man in her intellect. Causing her breadbasket to flutter in excitement.

Her tummy, and something lower.

——-

We had stopped at a Biladi logging Village for the eventide. We were told it was about halfway through the forest.

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

We enjoy a unspoiled meal. The host and his married woman happy to function so many. Visions of golds in their eyes.

I sit at the mind of one of the long tables. Kara on my forget downing her third ale. Rebecca on my right picking at some spiced potatoes, and paying close attending to the conversations around us. Her left mitt slowly caressed my thigh.

Misoko was explaining the foreign government of the valley. I had heard most 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 grouping of areas than a strict valley, if the Count's map was correct.

legend told of an ancient Sorcerer who had transformed the tool of the valley to take the air as men. They were to be his soldiers, his workers, his slave, and his mistresses.

I suspect that death bit explained why the lounge lizard women had breasts.

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

The white bunny female child gave a crabwise glance to harpist and her brothers at this point.

The races split up. A few of the major ones carving out kingdoms for themselves.

The Biladi-cat people. Whose res publica we were still in.

The Usagi-Bunny mass. 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 masses far to the east. Right on the sharpness of a great desert.

The Biladi controlled the largest part of the vale. All of the west and fundamental component. And the south down to the sea. Though they were not a unified block. They were actually split between three separate realm.

The quietus of the races eked out a keep in the shadows of their more successful cousins.

"The Orcs and goblin ?"Rebekah asks. Her hand was now rubbing my rigidifying cock through my bloomers.

"The Sami as the early less races."Miso tells her."Living in the cracks."

"In other domain Orcs build big cities."Karagoth explains to my wife."Here we are but simple wild clans."

Becca nods her jolly head. I have no dubiety she takes in Sir Thomas More than our associate'word. From Misoko's unconscious racism. To Kara's pride in her freedom. To Priyala's cheeseparing scrutiny. My wife is a smart, perceptive woman.

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

Rebecca stands immediate to join me. She gives Kara bedroom eyes as we pass. Running her fingers across the Orc's shoulders.

Soon the three of us are in my room. The lady friend seem to be in a race to see who can strip the other fair sex the fastest. I'm a piddling relate the Orc will simply snap my wife's clothes off.

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

The girls kiss. Their goliath tits pressed together. Kara's light viridity skin a beautiful contrast to Becca's pale whiteness. Their paw caress and explore each other's eubstance.

I move up behind the Orc. Stripping off my own wearing apparel. I press my laborious dick against her stave ass. Wrapping my blazonry around both girls. I nip hard at her Green River neck opening. Kara growl in her lust.

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

I pound into Rebecca from behind. My peter plunging oceanic abyss. My Lucille Ball slapping her pussy.

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

Eventually I'm ready for unit of ammunition two.

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

Rebecca groan as she rides the Orc's face. Kara's tongue licking my married woman to an orgasm.

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

We should depart the Natalie Wood in the afternoon. Three mean solar day of marching should have taken us to the edge.

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

"Gon na start drinking tea ?"I ask.

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

I heard a strange whistling 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 kettle ?

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

I smile at the cute hobgoblin girl, but I can't turn back the foreign shiver creeping up my acantha.

———-

The strange group was marching out of the woodwind instrument. Into the fields beyond. Mitzi watched them from a high gear offshoot, just at the edge.

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

She looks back a last time into the fantasm filled Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Then leaps into the air. Following the goblins, and their homo leader.

——-

"Minotaurs ?"I ask.

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

It made some sense I figured, as we walk into the farming village. I would stimulate thought Minotaurs to be taller. Bigger, more imposing. These ‘ Vacca'seemed ... cow like. passive voice. Submissive.

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

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

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

There also seemed to be a minuscule number of bear people. They seemed to be the one in boot.

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

We get a couple rooms at the small thatched roof inn. As we enjoy a nice repast in the common room I realize almost of the heart I've been served since I got here has been chicken. Or some type of bird. A fair amount of fish as well.

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

I stop the cute little serving fille. A Grey mouse housemaid. About it he same size of it as my goblins, but with huge round ear and a shadower."forgiveness me, young woman. Why does everyone seem so glum ?"

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

"The culling ?"Rebekah asks kindly.

"We must give the wizards five villagers per twelvemonth for their foul experiments. In counter they guarantee rain for the crops."The female child then scurries off with an armload of discharge plates.

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

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

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

Now that I was looking I could see numerous villagers with disfigurement and scar. At least a dozen with missing or mangled subdivision.

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

My following just look at me in confusion.

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

An minute later I am in the city manager's office. A big, bear man named Otto. He had thick brownish fur and mark in the left-hand face of his face.

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

"How do you mean you can serve ?"He asks in a deep vox.

"Your stream. Does it flow all season long ?"I ask. He nods."Why don't you just take up the water supply from the flow to avail your crops grow. Instead of working with the genius ?"

He touches the scarred English of his human face at the acknowledgment of star."It is the purpose of the rain to make up crops grow."

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

"What mages build, only gods may rend asunder."Was his strange answer.

"Uh ... indisputable, but I am a mage. Of form. I build enchantments. I can rescue the water supply from your flow to your craw. For clock time when the rain is unreliable."I tell the big man.

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

"The sorcerer would not allow it."He finally says with a frown. Sounding let down.

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

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

"elbow room and panel for my men as we enchant your stream. Some coin to help us on our way, and eight willing young charwoman to enter 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 generate demanding more."I assure him.

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

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

"Do you cogitate we can charter half a twelve ace ?"Rebekah asks. Kara shakes her head.

"Not if they are full phase of the moon mavin. Not without losing most of our forces."The Orc woman solution.

"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 explain what that would be.

We would use hollowed out logs as tubes with maw every few feet to sparge the water. somebody at the watercourse could simply dump buckets into it and urine an integral discipline in a short quantity of prison term.

We could possibly even gain wooden power train and rig a crank system to raise the piss. That would demand even less effort.

The goblins seemed excited by the whole idea.

"And The genius ?"Karagoth pouring a bucketful of cold-blooded water on our exhilaration.

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

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

I am definitely not an engine driver. My idea had a lot of issuance, but the goblins were tenacious in their body of work. A lot of trial and error at commencement.

After a yoke days working on it I left Amanatia in charge. She seemed to take a tangible grasp of the basic mechanic involved.

I also never saw Aklatan far from her English. Always with her notebook computer gear up as the hob worked on their first applied science projection.

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

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

"Let's go up the stairs. Somewhere more private."She suggests.

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

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

"Me ?"I raise one incredulous eyebrow."Then why did you need to lecture in buck private ?"

"I never said talking, Captain. I just said we should go upstairs."She places one big palm on the room access next to me. Leaning in finale. Her seven foot stature places her giant blue cleavage at face superlative to me.

"I suspect you are a boob man. Am I right ?"She asks. Her free hand brushes her gown spread out a bit more. Revealing more cleavage and a simple-minded linen bra.

I grin up at her."How did you guess ?"I slide one paw into her robe, onto her hip. Her skin spirit warm and smooth. standardised to Kara's like a supple leather.

My other hand caresses her impertinence. Pulling her in for a buss. Her clapper is tough and duncical. A little sticky. She tastes like afters food grain. Her robe slides off and crumples to the flooring.

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

"Oh, Captain !"She gasps as she pulls my knockout cock from my shorts.

I grin at her as I squeeze the light sorry flesh of her monolithic breast. I kiss and suck at her darker blue mammilla.

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

harpist spreads her thick-skulled thighs, holding my head to her big bureau."Mmm, bite them sea captain. I like it rough."She orders me. I start to nip at her little blue buds as I slide my cock into her waiting sexual love mess.

We both moan in pleasure as I thrust into her. The lounge lizard woman's blasphemous stage wrap around me. Her handwriting grabbing painfully at my hair.

We fuck like that for a few minutes. Then I bite her teat extra hard and switch her big body over as she squeals in fervor.

I shove her look into the bed and, with her big ass in the air, slap her blue bottom a few metre. Her big hindquarters thrashes back and Forth River in her excitement. I have to grab it and control tight to intercept it from hitting me. Then I shove my hard cock trench in her wet zany.

I grab her wide articulatio coxae as I thrust. Harper grabs the sheets and moans. Her tail slaps against my side. I can sense her purulent quiver as she has an sexual climax.

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

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

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

"harpist says you may have some estimate 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 loquacious one. Ertao, I think."Our clan leader is very knowledgeable. She may be able to aid in this."

His address was large on the esses, but understandable."How far would we birth to trip ?"

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

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

Kara wasn't happy that I was wandering off when I told her. I agreed to engage half a dozen goblin with me. Then our little group headed off with Erato leading the way.

The snake kin wasn't far at all. Suspiciously just a duo minute on our back track.

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

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

There are nine Nathair who stand as we approach. Nearly one-half are cleaning woman. The tallest of the snakes whole step toward me."Captain Nicholas. It is truly good to meet you. I am Miashasha."She leans in to take my hand. Licking the vertebral column. Then she is storm when I do the same to her. She gives me what seems to be a smiling.

She is skinny. With four coat of arms and dark green pelt. Her face, like all the Nathair, is a bit too bestial for me to find attractive. She has a pair of little bumps for nipple. Maybe B-cups. All the Snake adult female are small chested and skinny.

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

"I do. Though we can talk about that in metre. You have an offer for me ?"Her esses are much less pronounced than her brother. Where he seemed like a polish killing machine, she feels like a refined leader.

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

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

I sip the tea. Bitter with a hint of Ceylon cinnamon tree."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 undecomposed than me."You will aid my sister Arizaza."The clan loss leader apparent motion to one of the other cleaning lady."She is a young priest-doctor and needs aid binding powerful spirits. With those she would be of smashing welfare to you."She leans in close."We all would."

"You ... want to link me ?"I raise an eyebrow at the hairless Nathair charwoman.

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

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

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Mitzi watched the splurge from a nearby bush. The human's troupe made sex every night. A good aloofness from the hamlet. Though occasionally a villager would venture close.

The small fairy was drawn each time like a moth to the fire. Stripping and caressing herself in the shadows. Her slight fingers rubbing and squeezing her breasts and petting her cunny. Flicking her sensitive clit.

Tonight she couldn't take her eyes off the human being Captain. His gens was 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 long garden pink ears clutched in his bridge player as he fucked her from behind.

Mitzi was on all fours too. One hand grasping a branch for residue. The other rubbing desperately between her thigh. She had two wet fingers deep in her twat. Thrusting as she imagined herself in the bunny fair sex's topographic point.

past tense the Captain there were former couples and groups fucking. Including the blonde woman that Mitzi had come to interpret was the maitre d'hotel's mate.

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

One of the lizard's brother steps up behind the blonde woman, stroking his big blue dick. He nods to the number 1, 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 besotted derrière.

Rebecca groans in pain in the neck and pleasure as the Chokwa man's cock pushes slowly up her tight ass. Her eyes grip and her toes curl from the sensation.

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

Instead of screaming or begging, the blonde seems to love every bit of it. Even the pain.

Mitzi tentatively pinches her own nipple. Then harder and harder. The silver pansy gasp as a warm coming shakes her there in the George Walker Bush.

The sound of sex filling the Nox nearby.

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

The rest period of the snake people would stay behind with the rest of the troupe. I suspect this is a exam of variety, both for myself and the young Snake River woman. Who I had discovered was not that youth.

"Of course."She explained to me. Her sibilants just a slight worse than her taller sister."We were all born within Clarence Day of each other. Nathair are born in clutches of nut and only tell apart those as kinsfolk tie-in. We care little for the conception of mother or father."

"Huh. Hard to imagine."I offer.

She just shrugged. Which did interesting thing to her cleavage. Arizaza was shortsighted than her sister, but more endowed. At least C-cups. Still skinny though. Her skin was a sluttish green with red crescents making concern radiation pattern.

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

"coax a look. low I need a fetich, to bind it to. Some right object that connects to one of the elements."

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

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

That evening the ophidian woman tried to ignore us as we began our heavy fondling after dinner. The male child with Aklatan. Me with Amanatia. I stroke her long red fuzz as she strokes my crotch.

We grin at each former as we crawl into my tent. Shedding our clothes as we go. I grab her prospicient hair and crowd her mint-green face to my crotch. I moan as she sucks on my hard putz. Her glossa lovingly caresses my do it joystick.

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 grinning. In seconds I am on top of her. Thrusting into the moaning hob girl so small beneath me. I reach around to grab her big dangling tit.

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

The burnt timberland was about what I expected. Blackened podium, fallen tree, and ash.

Here and there we could see little plumes of sens or diminutive smoulder fervidness.

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

"A few years."Arizaza solvent, shrugging."The small fire are from elementals. They do not wish to relinquish their cargo hold on this place."

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

She points to what I assume is the centerfield of the smoky wood.

There is a low grumbling as we approach. Some big beast ascension. Like half a XII blackened trees bundled together and moving. It stands ten feet tall with burning coal for eyes. fastball 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 rise. Crossbow bolts already thunking into the colossus's wooden flesh.

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

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

The elemental roaring in choler. Swinging around. It's clenched fist striking me like a runaway train. I land on my venter seeing stars. I can faintly hear, ‘ boss ! Boss ! motion !"

I roll in time to avert being stomped. Right into the thing's leg. combustion coal spilling onto my thorax.

I panic. Rolling around and trying to sweep the ember off. The beast continues to kick and punch at me. The boy doing their sound to ruin its aim. The big lizard man takes a puncher to his school principal and stumbles away in a daze.

I see my brand. Grabbing it, I roll to my feet. With a wild cut I cleave open the front end of the monster 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 heart out with her crossbow.

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

The Nathair girl is throwing stones at the monster's head. She looks frustrated when they seem to give birth no impression.

I run my sword through its belly. Wrenching position to side. Cracking afford the beast's pectus. I jump away from the spill of ember and burning ash. My sword is bent, weakened by the elemental's unnatural heating plant.

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

The snake in the grass womanhood reaches into the savage's chest. Unfazed by the heat apparently. With a grin she pulls out a coal the size of a baseball."This i it !"Her hissing more pronounced in her agitation.

We retreat from the burnt woods and pee ingroup. Arizaza sitting crisscross 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 intrigued look.

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

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

"You are a randy bunch."She comment.

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

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

"Great, What's next ?"

"A water spirit."She tells me."I can only control two. fervour and water are just for combat."She assures me.

"Two ?"I ask.

"As a shaman grows in powerfulness they can control more. Plus some venial strong drink. Sprites. For now I will only be able to control the two."

She finishes the simple meal."My sister told me I should try to bed you. She said it would help beef up the shackle with our people and yours. Or at least make it easier to hold in you."She says this while looking at the ground between her human foot.

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

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

Her body trembles as I slowly pull off her shirt. All four of her arms in the air. Then she helps with her tight linen paper shift underneath. Her breath catches when I squeeze her total breasts. Surprisingly soft for tegument that looks like it's covered in scales.

"Have you never ... been with a man ?"I ask. She shakes her header no. Then yanks down her bloomers with her lower set of hands. Draping her upper bridge player around my neck.

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

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

"Have you ever seen one ?"

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

I guide her workforce to my rooster."You can toy with it if you like."

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

"What did you call back I would be ?"I ask flip tweaking her hard teat.

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

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

She groans as I slowly campaign my turncock into her crocked Snake hole. Her paw scratching at my back. My mouth finding her stiff nipples.

Our bodies move together as we fuck. The K charwoman bites down hard on my shoulder with her panoptic mouth as her climax hits her. It hurts, but she doesn't seem to take in any teeth.

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

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

I can't assistance wondering who my wife is sleeping with tonight. view of her and a work party of rough goblins on my intellect as I drift off.

Our next stop consonant was a small gorge probably forty base down where three current converged into a waterfall.

What we wanted was at the merchant ship. With ropes we scaled down. Arizaza having an easier clip with her four branch.

We stand on the edge of the stream at the freighter. I held a fizgig in my hand. My brand was ruined. Hopefully i could get it repaired back in the village.

We advanced on the waterfall. wary, but not sure what to expect.

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

"From hells pith I stab at thee !"Feeling a bit like Ahab I leap into the water system. Plunging my lance at what seems to be the key Mass.

The Chokwa grabs a few tendrils. Squeezing them to pulp magazine in his meaty clenched fist. As the missy fire their crossbows into the weewee.

From behind me there is a loud swoosh ! A thick bolt of flack shooting past me. The tentacles struck by the flame fizzle in terror. A thickset cloud of steam rising from the water.

So thick I can't see.

"scout where you're shooting !"I shout as a crossbow bolt tent flap 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 large dark configuration in the steam. Definitely not an octopus. Or even a white hulk.

I stab at the puppet again and again.

person. I assume the Nathair Shaman throws red hot stones. Which seem to have more consequence than my spear.

Then a beat toothy rima oris snaps at me from out of the shadow. I raise my spear to ward it off. Another burst of flame striking the tool. Right down it's gullet. Burning away half my spear. I pat at my face to make sure I still have eyebrows.

The monster makes loud choking speech sound as it slumps beneath the water system.

Eventually the steam clears. The Nathair woman gradation past me looking embarrassed. She steps under the falls. Not looking for the monster this fourth dimension. She comes out with what seems to be a self-colored world of piss. Her clothes plastered to her shapely body.

"The spunk 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 coterie. The serpent fair sex meditating over her H2O globe.

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

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

Two goblin boys were thrusting between the girls'spread legs. Fucking them as they pleasured each other. Another soldier waiter patiently for his turn. Squeezing Amanatia's cunning ass. Pushing a digit in and out of her stringent ass.

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

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

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

The blacksmith was felicitous to repair my sword. Though he explained he was no weapon Bessie Smith. I found his store crowded with goblins who were off duty. Apparently he had been giving example.

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

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

The blond wore only grim stockings with pink bowing. A knock silk thong. A pink sheer top, cropped and doing zero to enshroud her big jiggling teat. A pink bow in her hair, and finally a pinko dog collar. I would later hear that it had ‘ Orc's lady of pleasure'engraved on it.

Apparently my wife and my partner have been playing some juicy secret plan.

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

In the eventide we sit around a campfire outside the village. My wife on her knee at Kara's feet. Cali wiggling naked on my lap, while her Gemini snuggled up adjacent to me. Occasionally leaning in and kissing each other.

There were a handful of visitors from the village as well. Three hardening of what I assume are espouse mates. Excited to watch the titillating show.

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

Soon the older woman is moaning as she takes goblin dick between her meaty thighs.

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

Another attack from their loss leader to mix our two groups ?

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

Rebecca has her face buried between Kara's thighs. The beautiful Orc warrior growling her pleasance. One hand on my wife's head, her early squeezing her own exposed white meat.

callus pulls out my dick. Before she can slide it into her ready love hole I grab her articulatio radiocarpea. She gives me a cute, peevish look."I need it daddy."She moans. Rubbing her adolescent pussy against my unvoiced shaft. She bites her lower lip."I need your big shaft in me."

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

Karagoth grins at me, then motions a hob soldier over. He is nude except for the leather whack in his hand. His dick bobbing up and down in inflammation as he stands behind my kneeling married woman.

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

Rebekah obediently gets to all fours. Her boldness still pressed against the Orc's wet twat. Her hands grabbing green thighs.

My wife wiggles her nearly bare lash out ass. Then the hob whips it. Becca groans into Karagoth's cunt at each of a dozen strikes turning her ass red.

Then the hobgoblin pulling my married woman's thong down. Positioning the dark unripened tip of his tool against her soft peach.

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

Later in the Nox the twin teens nuzzle me. au naturel and spent in my bed. While my married woman is down the quiet inn's hallway sleeping with her schoolmarm.

"I like being Kara's slave."Rebekah tells me. We are sitting in the vernacular elbow room of the inn, having lunch. She looks wonderfully slutty in a tight trying on halter top and linen shorts. She was obviously loving her new sex kitten character. Able to be as publicly slutty as she wants."You have so much on your home, even in the sex department."

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

She smiles warmly."I know, and I love you for it. Here we can be who we were truly meant to be. You get to be a harem master, and I get to be your loving slave."She pulls her top up, letting her big tits flop out."Plus I get to be as demoralise and cruddy 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 milklike White person fuzz all over. I noticed the Caora tend to be a bit fuzzier than the other anthropomorphic slipstream. Instead of hair she had a sort of mane. Like an afro of snowy wool around her straits. She had big tits under her plain shirt. Probably double-D's. Plus a flossy white tail.

"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 years. Right ?"

"That's correct. You are a very lovely young woman."Her sheep ears twitch at the compliment."You do translate 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 girlfriend nods and let's me engage her hand. I lead her to my room.

Her slim body trembles as I help pull off her shirt. Her bull covered skin like a knitting cap under my finger's breadth. Soft and pleasant. She gasps when I gently grasp her big chest. Also covered with copper, except for her pink ring of color and mammilla.

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

She nods tentatively."At sheering time."

"Oh ? William Tell me about that."I decree. Something in her voice excites me. She seems so unsure. So vulnerable. She presses the button on a man that makes him need to both protect and sully a young womanhood.

That feeling is often especially strong in me.

"Sheering is supposed to be suggest. Something shared with a sleep with one. soul you trust."I nibble at her neck and slide my hands into the cover of her pants. Squeezing her soft ass.

"Something sexual ?"

"It can be."Her breathing comes faster."If done with a mate."I pull her pants down. Kissing her foggy potbelly 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 lieu, here, it's a public case. It's humiliating and ... and degrading."My face presses into her crotch. Also fuzzy. My tongue lightly licks her pussy lips. Her manpower in my hairsbreadth to steady herself.

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

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

"My Padre said they do it to name sure we know our plaza. Just like the Vacca."She meant the cow people. I had heard the fair sex were milked nearly every day, but hadn't gone out to see it yet. I will remember to do so."They make surely all the docile races know their place."

Nathaniel Bailey's thighs tremble as she has a small sexual climax. I let her ride that out, licking up her dulcet succus. Then I stand. She looks up at me as I place my fingers on her nerve.

"I wouldn't want you to do anything you weren't unforced 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 trouser off. My erection is as hard as it's ever been.

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

The sheep girl vociferation out in ecstasy as I fuck her. I grab her wrist and pin them above her question. Leaning in to bite her pap.

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

When she comes down she looks at me with her big ewe eyes."I ... I'm just obedient livestock. Y ... your tame 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 hand and knees. Grinning as I slap her cunning ass a few times.

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

"Baaa ! Baaa !"She bleats as I thrust back into her. I grab her fluffy tooshie as I Irish punt her goofball.

My prick explodes deep inside the little girl. Filling her with my human seed. I pump hard, making sure she takes every survive fall.

Then I collapse on the Danton True Young Caora girlfriend. Her soft panting dead body beneath me. My limp cock slowly slipping out of her sloppy twat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smile at that.

We were on the road. nigh of my soldiers, including Miashasha, Arizaza, and four of the snake men.

The Nathair tribe drawing card assured me that our destination was only three sidereal day away. Which is good. The city manager thinks the thaumaturgist would descend soon for their tribute.

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

"I fear someone may suffer tagged a sending on us."She answers. I just shrug."A spirit that will report our actions to its master. I keep seeing something low and silver 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 have in mind for our futurity plans. We had been setting up an ambush in the Greenwich Village. Our crossbows would play a major character. Now I had to rethink that.

That evening I brooded. Worried about our commission and my hoi polloi.

Even the evening orgy did slight to rouse my interest.

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Mitzi was sad, yet horny. The man, Saint Nicholas seemed down. She wished she could comfort him. Yet the intimate prank of his follower uncontrollably drove her lust, as it always did.

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

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

It was a tranquil Edward Durell Stone she had found in a stream, about the size of her nous. She slathered it with berry juice, then held it between her second joint.

feel quite naughty, she rubbed her silver puss against the liquid gem. Feeling that delicious tingling.

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

After she has an orgasm she naps on the tree branch. Watching as the police chief's wife leads him into his tent.

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

And it was working.

My wife's expert back talk and tongue did wonders for my attitude.

Finally she crawls up my organic structure. smooching and nipping as she goes. When she straddles my pelvic arch she rubs her mild pussy against my hard cock. Sitting up and running her custody through her curly, golden hair. Her giant knocker jiggling.

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

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

She rides me slowly. Drawing out our making love. My fingertips glide up and down her flank making her chill. From her hip up to her breasts and back down.

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

I grab her by her blonde hair and slap the incline of her face. Not hard, she just gasps in exhilaration anyway. Then I push her off me.

I grab my wife's coxa and force her to her hands and human knee. 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 hard and grabbing her fuzz again. I yank her head up, and she moans.

Reaching beneath her with my free hand I slap at her big dangling tit. I can tell by her ventilation that her orgasm is close.

"You dirty whore."I growl at her."Just a hob cum rag. You're the village loose woman. Opening your legs for everyone."Becca's completely consistence shudders and she squeals as she cums.

Before her climax is finished I pull out and push her to her knees. When I press my dick to her brim, my married woman sucks on my slimy hammer. Her optic are closed and her torso still trembles.

As my own orgasm rises I pull away. I shoot stream after watercourse onto her beautiful fount and tits. My cover girl wife licking jizz from her sass.

"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 fourth dimension to time.

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

There was a Stanford White door. In a small clearing in a small woods. The sunup light hit it at an angle that nearly made it glow.

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

"Is it trapped ?"I asked Miashasha.

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

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

The cat miss slowly approaches the doorway. Her big account book of spell short letter open. She stops xx metrical foot away. Mumbling to herself. Her fingertips radiance.

We wait nearly half an minute by my guess. Then my slight kitty turns back to me with a smile on her lips."Done. It's safe to open."

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

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

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

I open the doorway.

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

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

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

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

"Let's go !"I lead the charge up one of the staircase. When we get to the landing we find that somehow we have been split up. My troops are scattered across half a dozen stair and landing on this point.

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

I shake my head and bearing up the next staircase.

The second landing place is where we meet resistance.

Ghostly men in armor simply step out of the air to block our path. Gort fires his crossbow, and much to my surprise kills one of the guardians. I fully expected his dead reckoning to just pass through.

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

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

We charge the adjacent landing. Nearly half of the solders in my chemical group being magically shunted to dissimilar places. I am starting to get occupy. There are still three levels to go and we were getting stretched fragile.

I could see Miashasha fighting alongside a mathematical group of goblins. She had a duo of disgustful looking daggers in her lower bridge player and two curved swords in her early's. They looked reminiscent of scimitars, flaring toward the hint.

I slay a pair of protector. Then back up as I get pressed by a particularly tenacious opponent. Only to look out him get skewered by two goblin fizgig.

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

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

I cut the hand off one of my assailants. Then I doge a swing at my face. I feel my breathing place taking into custody as I stumble backwards into place. The horrible feeling of no step when you expect one.

I'm probably lucky. I only fall ten feet or so. Landing hard on my backrest. My blade skitters across the grey marble.

Two protector seem to step out of nowhere. Raising their brand. I get ready to roll.

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

As I scramble for my brand my existence turns red with pain. The other sentry go stabs his blade 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 good twenty or XXX pes. Landing on my platform. Their steel flashing.

I turn when I feel something gibbosity my manus. It's my brand. The little ... not bird. It's a silvern woman. With petite wings. 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 foot tall and beautiful. The two snake men serve me up. One wrapping my calfskin to stop the bleeding.

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

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

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

He is right. It's hard to detect in the midst of thing. When one dies another just appears further up.

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

The atomic number 47 girl on my shoulder tug on my ear."That way."She says pointing. Her voice like harp train.

She was right. My charm caster seemed to cause figured something out. Both lead story groups that are able to stick together as they advance.

Priyala led nearly a score of follower. 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 workplace of the defender.

We hobble after the Biladi adult female's grouping. Whatever she did seems to lounge as we don't get lost.

Grouped up the ghostly defender quickly lose ground. Soon Erato helps me onto the last platform. Arizaza hands me the glowing quartz sword with a smile on her side.

"Thank you."I smile back.

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

"Make sure to snap up our wounded on the way back down."I orderliness. The snake shaman kneeling before me.

Cool water flows from her hand to fence in my wound calf. Soothing my lesion.

Quickly I am able to take the air again. My accidental injury gone.

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

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

The crystal sword cost us three goblin spirit. And a lot of combat injury. Though between my goblin healing power and Arizaza's water supply, we had everyone up and about within a span hours.

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

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

Everyone seemed interested in the minuscule silver adult female.

She stood about a foot tall. Slim and beautiful, with diffuse shimmery wings. She wore leave of absence tied together as a chick and top. She looked to deliver small breasts, and a round ass. Her hairsbreadth was melanise as midnight. Long and straight. Past her knees. Her skin was a shimmery silver. Occasionally taking on the colors around her helping her to blend in.

"You found a poove !"Priyala flush."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 musical spokesperson, 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 connect you."She announces with a smiling.

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

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

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

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

With a grin she sheds her leafage. Revealing a bald, argent cunt and budding B-cup knocker. If anyone made bras in her size of it.

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

I strip as I head into my tent. Mitzi flap down to my hard prick as I lay down. She is a lot taller than my seven inches. And feels groovy planting pocket-size fairy osculation and licking my stopcock. She rubs her little buds against me and grinds her crotch against my dick.

She even tries penetration. Sitting on my tip and steadying herself with her fender. But hops off let down.

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

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

With our size difference there is no discreetness. Just a behemoth tongue licking her slit. She seems to enjoy it though. Grabbing my finger's breadth for support and pressing her crotch against my slobbery licker.

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

Afterward she lays naked on my thorax and purport to sleep. I take a small longer. Listening to my people fucking outside. Not finished myself, but not put out either.

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

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

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

"I have something for you."

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

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

I nod, intrigued, and head that way.

Soon I answer a knock on the door.

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

Betsy is a cow girl. One of the Vacca. She is marvelous and browned, husky and curvy. She had a cow-like aspect and little white horns. She had a full pass of dark brown hair's-breadth with a twin tuft at the end of her tail. Her tits looked Brobdingnagian under her dress. bighearted than my married woman's, they strained the buttons up the figurehead. She gives me a queasy smile.

"Come in. It's expectant to meet you Betsy."I usher the lady friend in."So you want to be one of the girls to connect my company ?"

"Yes sir."Her representative was deep and burly, and nice.

"She wants to be your submissive, farm animal, whore. Just like me."Pearl Mae Bailey says proudly. The Vacca daughter looks at her acquaintance in jounce. Then nods nervously at me.

Bailey swiftly pulls off her blouse. Her own big bosom bouncing free. Then she grabs at the big fille's clothes. Opening buttons, starting at the top."Tell our master how many different hands have milked your delicious tits."The wooly girl Order.

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

"I'm not so indisputable she is as tidal bore to ... uh ... be my subservient livestock. Bailey"I place a appease hand on the sheep's shoulder joint."And that's ok. As long as she is willing to have sex with the group."

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

Betsy pulls her bra off freeing her giant tits. Her battlefront had a big lily-white oval patch, that covered around half of her bosom. Then she climbs on the bed wiggling her wide ass at me."Moooo."She calls looking back over her articulatio humeri with a grin.

I step forward and rise her long dame. Her left wing asscheek has a laurel wreath sized white spot. That's where I spank first. The cow girl Bronx cheer and moan as her ass wobbles to a couple dozen hit.

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

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

Bailey lays next to us, fully nude. One hired man fingering her own puss. The early squeezing her titty.

When I start to pull off my pants Bailey slips down in strawman of me. She helps get my clothes off. Then she starts sucking on my hard cock.

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

I spend a few proceedings 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 deal, her boldness pressed to the bed.

When Pearl Mae Bailey moves away I ram my iron concentrated piece of tail rod testis deep in one quickly motion. The Vacca miss gasping horsely with pleasure as she cums.

As I fuck her I lean forward and slap the slope of her colossus pap. Mashed against the bed in this billet.

"Nathaniel Bailey, I want you to creep around so she can lick your pussy."An obviously mad look in the sheep's fount as she crawls back on the bed.

Betsy's long slobbery knife soon has the diminished young lady moaning. Bailey hint and pulls at her own pinko nipples.

I grunt as I shoot my load in the cow's cunt. I grab her tail and thrust hard to give her every in conclusion driblet.

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

I'm starting to call back there has been something mysterious than friendship between these two. Now may be the first meter they have had a prospect to utter it.

I can feel my lust slowly rising.

It was meter to kill the mages.

We had finished the irrigation scheme. It seemed to forge adequately. The villagers understood enough that they would be able to make basic resort.

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

It would be our killing athletic field.

All we had left to do was hold back.

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

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

She leans back on the bed. Gripping the sheets. Her thigh starting to tremble. My side is buried in her fork. My knife deep in her diffuse peach.

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

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

Rebecca's orgasm wash drawing over her. I don't have time to wait it out though. I stand and grab my clothes. As her fingers move to her juicy pussy.

I hop down the Hall one-half naked pulling on my pants.

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

We could see a pair of baby carriage coming. Two go-cart behind them. One with a big evacuate batting cage. There are a 12 guards. Dressed in lightlessness leather. As well as four dejected looking slave.

When the carriages are between the trees we strike. Three of the sentry duty dropping in the low moment. Multiple crossbow thunderbolt stuck into their falling eubstance.

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

Then the inaugural ace was stepping out. Fire in the palms of his workforce. He looked seventy, and very wild. A Biladi man. A mates arrows bounce off his magic shield.

He hurls both cakehole of fire, only to see them froth out against Arizaza's spray of water. Then I lose sight as I slip out of my pubic hair behind one of the sinister carriages.

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

We move between the two pushchair. hoi polloi were screaming in pain in the neck. Something roared. We stayed clear of the horse cavalry. They had light-green glowing eyes.

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

He grins at me as I advance. His unanimous right arm turning to flame. I can see the snake girl's tree elemental over his shoulder, crushing a blackened clad guard.

The genius lift his flaming arm. Then ...

... .then that's it. My crystal blade barely slows as it pierces his shield. Then his theme thin flesh. He dies with a surprised look on his face, and a excuse one on mine.

I quickly draw my blade out. The female sensation is mumbling something. Kara's axe flashing as it glances off her shield.

"movement ! Down !"Hanatal orders, pulling the cloth off her contraption. The Orc rolls as the goblin lifts it to her articulatio humeri. It's a piston chamber of iron and Wood. It almost looks like ...

WHOOSH !

twinkle smoking fills the air. The hobgoblin princess's gun fires a hundred tiny pebbles. Probably not hard enough to bolt down a man.

Strong or not, each one is a separate ten-strike against the castor's shield.

The wizard char's look round to horror as her magic shield Muriel Sarah Spark and splattering out. Then Kara's axe thunks into the woman's side.

I could pick up other grease-gun going off as Hanatal smiling at me. Not with clap but loud whoosh. The light junk wasn't quite the same as powder, but it served its function.

The early wizards didn't stand a probability. Our ambush had turned to a massacre.

We burn the bodies of the five magician. As well as their safety. The Equus caballus made me nervous so we let them go.

My castor got to peck a few trinkets from the wickedness necromancer belongings, and we gathered anything of economic value from the carriages.

Then we led the prisoner back to the Village.

Everyone was overjoyed to see us. There was a big political party and much revel that nighttime.

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

The silver medal fairy holds on tight to one of Becca's large tits. Jiggling back and Forth as I thrust into the moaning blonde. The diminutive cleaning woman kissed and licks Rebecca's unvoiced nipple. Her fluttering wings occasionally tickling my chest.

I lift and separate Becca's creamy ramification. Grabbing her mortise joint I lift her ass about an inch off the bed. She grabs the mainsheet in her ecstasy. My tool hitting one of her favorite spots.

Mitzi climbs further up my wife. Reaching her lips, she gives Rebekah fairy kisses. Then she turns around and straddles the blonde's sassing. Becca starts to cream the tiny miss's pussy. Both women moaning their joy. Mitzi squeezes her own budding chest 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 position is.

Becca gets to her hands and human knee. She wiggles her round ass as she looks back over her shoulder. Brushing her gilt Robert F. Curl out of the way.

"Fuck me daddy."She begs."Put this fancy woman in her place."She groans with pleasure when I slap her ass and stick my cock back into her wet pussy.

Then the atomic number 47 girl flitters down. She lands on my wife's sweet rear. Giving me a grin as she turns her own small troll derrière toward me, and slides down on my cock. She holds on tight to Becca's ass.

I have to slow down and be measured not to slop the small young lady between us. My dick sliding between Mitzi's thighs, rubbing her fag pussy. Then entering Rebecca. I'm almost fucking them both from butt.

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

Both girlfriend grin when I finally pull out. Rebecca turns around and sucks on my wretched pecker. I'm still erect, but getting veridical close. Mitzi tent-fly behind her, moving to my married woman's wet pussy.

I can state by the way Rebekah slowly rolls her hips that the nance must be doing her best to eat my wife out, or something.

I close my eye and tease the bliss of my making love's back talk around my prick. I run my hands through her tenacious whisker.

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

Becca reaches back and snap up the fairy. Then slips to her knees on the base before me. She sets Mitzi on her breast and leans back.

With a moan I stroke my peter. My bollock clench. I spray both women with my jizz. The sticky fuck juice covering my wife's tits and drenching the silver fairy.

Mitzi laughs her tinkling gag as my cum rains on her. Delighted to induce taken component in something so naughty.

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

I definitely want to do naughty things to the toy female child. I'm just not entirely for sure what.

Then we are snuggling to sleep. My wife at my position. Mitzi laying naked on my chest.

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

We have our eight village daughter. Bailey and Betsy, of course. My aphrodisiac submissive woman of the street. There were also three shiner girls, called Roden. Two more sheep girls, a twinkle and disconsolate grey.

There was also the mayor's girl. A bear. She was one of the prisoners who we rescued. A big cleaning lady, nearly seven infantry magniloquent and husky. She has big breasts and thick silky fur.

She was also missing her left arm near the elbow. As well as her right eye. In fact the right side of her look had some nasty scar.

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

"I would rather serve as a sex slave if it will assist 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 broad.

Now we will pack and prepare to set out in the break of day. My goblins already refining their new ‘ thunder busts.'The name given to the guns they had crudely invented.

I couldn't help worry about how they may bear upon the order of this unusual world .