Chapter 2. Skirmish

Despite the evening, we walked almost silently. And if it weren't for the slapping of the head of the penis on the leather apron… In the end, Elran couldn't stand it and, stopping, began to rummage through her rather voluminous knapsack, finding a belt, she gave it to me, telling me to fasten the penis to my leg. We walked much more silently. Only the belt constantly jerked off my penis, which, in the end, climbed into my pant leg. When I already thought that I couldn't stand it and would rape her right there, the elf put her finger to her plump lips. Like "Shh… Quiet." But why are we sneaking around? Seeing my incomprehension, she whispered in my ear:

- What if there aren't any traders there? Then we'd better leave quietly... There's no point in getting involved with unknown companies...

The feeling of possible danger blew the lust out of my mind. I crept as silently as the girl, and even earned a surprised look from her emerald eyes.

We noticed the sentry first - he was standing ineptly, leaning his shoulder against a tree and looking somewhere past us into the depths of the forest. How could he not notice us? However, it was already getting dark, and the undergrowth was very thick...

Having circled around the sentry, we approached the very edge of the clearing and carefully hid in the dense foliage of some bush.

The clearing was a circle of flat land, bordered on the side opposite us by a road, and on all other sides by a dense forest.

At one end of the clearing stood more than a dozen hobbled horses.

Each of them had a bag hanging around their necks with something resembling oats. Closer to us stood a large carriage with a small narrow door, in which there was a small barred window. It was already clear from the composition of the transport that this was not a caravan of merchants.

More than a dozen young men in light armor were crowded around the carriage. They were gesticulating animatedly and talking loudly. One of them, with a sharp, slightly graying beard, suddenly exclaimed:

- What are you arguing about? And about what? Who will hold her? Let's tie her legs and arms to the carriage! And that's it! And we'll determine the order by throwing the dice!

My fingers clenched into fists. The bastards were clearly about to gang rape someone.

The chief (he had the most expensive armor) waved his hands:

- What are you doing? Are you all going to fuck her? The Duke will take our heads if she dies!

The bearded man exclaimed:

- Don't you want to? This is much better than prostitutes! I paid fifty gold pieces for this in the capital and I'll remember it for the rest of my life!

I turned to look at the sentry - he was still looking indifferently into the forest. It was getting dark quickly. Having pulled out my crude sword, I began to sneak up on him. Suddenly, an elf jumped out in front of me and gesticulated, pointing into the forest. I shook my head and ran my thumb across my neck, pointing at the sentry, and then at her sheathed bow and at those still waving their arms. This was repeated once more, then Elran pretended to spit and silently began to disassemble her tube. I began to sneak further. Having approached the striking distance, I swung my sword. At the last moment, the sentry looked back at the blade that had whistled slightly, but it was too late. To my surprise, my sword failed to cut off his head and the blade got stuck in his neck vertebrae. We froze - the wheezing sentry, hanging on my sword and me, practically holding his body on the blade. Suddenly I was overcome with rage. Letting go of the sword handle, I grabbed the guard's head and yanked him to the side with all my strength, breaking his neck and freeing the sword. Blood splashed generously into his face. The man jerked one last time and went silent.

I look up at the clearing - the soldiers had finally sorted out the organizational issues and one of them was currently pulling some wildly kicking woman out of the carriage. As they say: "The squad didn't notice the loss of a fighter." Morons. By killing you, I'll clear this place...

Bending down, I quickly search the body and become the owner of a short sword and a dagger. A bit thin. I counted the soldiers by their heads - fifteen, with the commander. At the moment, they were all busy tying up their victim. I looked at the place where the elf was and did not see her. Did she run away? But no - there she is, climbing a tree. She has already assembled the bow and is waiting for my actions. Hm. I will leave my spear here. I am not sure about it.

I look at the soldiers again - they had just thrown the dice and a big fat guy, ignoring the indignation of his opponent, a thin guy, began to quickly undress. Holy shit, those muscles! This one was definitely the first. Taking a couple of quick breaths, I ran out of the forest and rushed towards them. The soldiers still didn't pay attention to me. Idiots. I gave the fat guy a hearty blow on the back. The blade went through his body as if it was made of foam rubber, practically cutting it diagonally. Scarlet blood spurted out of my vertebral artery. Without stopping, I swung my sword to the right and stabbed the dagger to the left. The screams of the wounded. The soldiers panicked and splashed in all directions. Looking back at their commander, I saw his twitching body with an arrow in his eye socket. And the slaughter began. The only serious resistance could have been offered by another sentry, who ran out from the side of the desperately rustling horses. But he simply could not withstand my powerful blows for long, and in the end I simply grabbed him by the hand with the sword and slaughtered him like a pig. He even squealed almost the same way and died. But he was the last. Looking around bloodthirstily, I did not notice anyone moving. A dissatisfied Elran came out of the forest and, looking around the clearing, approached me. Kicking with her elegant boot a half-naked soldier frozen on the ground with an arrow in his spine, she said discontentedly:

"So why the fuck did you get into…" I didn't let her finish, grabbing her by the back of the head and kissing her passionately.

We sucked for a long time, almost a minute. And then I remembered that there were corpses lying around, a tied-up victim, and I allowed Elran to move away. While she was trying to focus her eyes on one point and her thoughts, I said:

- Start looting. Just be careful - stick a dagger into each one first.

Elran chuckled:

- The teacher has been found! I am three hundred years old and I took part in the last War

Elves.

— Even for the deepest cunt there is a meter-long dick...

And as if to confirm my words, one of the bodies jumped up and, like a hare, ran in a zigzag into the forest. Elran instantly raised her bow, simultaneously pulling the bowstring with an arrow that appeared as if by magic, and fired.

The runner screamed and fell, holding his leg.

Elran quickly ran up to him and kicked him hard in the stomach - the force of the blow was such that the soldier immediately twisted into the fetal position. Shrugging my shoulders, I approached the captive and had already picked up the dagger to cut the ropes and only then saw that she was completely naked, and her slightly lilac ebony skin was shining with beads of sweat. It hit my brain like a sledgehammer. The air became viscous and there was not enough of it. Tearing the clasps on my vest, I came to my senses a little, but felt my dick come to life again. Cursing briefly, I managed to tear my eyes away from the bead of sweat running down the girl's incredible ass and was glad that I was mute to see her pussy ... because of her long and thick TAIL!

Maybe I should cut her? And for whom did I risk my life? Although... the profit is excellent and I'll pick up the armor and sell the horses. Unexpectedly, she raised her head and looked at me with her dark, like the night sky, eyes. Strangely, I did not feel aggression and pulled the dirty rag that played the role of a gag out of her mouth. And her face and small HORNS do not spoil it at all, and what a mouth... After waiting for her to spit, I asked:

- You won't attack?

"No," she croaked. "Let go…"

I was already swinging my sword at the rope when Elran's voice came from behind:

- Look... For the first time in a hundred years I see a succubus alive!

Turning around, I asked:

— Succubus?

- Ah. But you don't know… You won't attack? - she asked her again.

"Nooo…" the captive croaked again.

"Let go," the elf commanded, "Demons don't lie, but they don't tell the whole truth either… And that can be worse than a lie…"

I cut the rope that was holding the captive's left hand and said:

- What if?..

— We'll fight back…

I picked up someone's dagger lying under my feet and handed it to the demoness who was trying to untie a tight knot on her right hand.

"Thank you," she said.

I shrugged, the lust almost gone, and turned to the moaning, tied-up "runner."

- What's wrong with him?

— I thought I'd try to see if he knew anything, and then kill him…

Suddenly, a deep animal roar was heard from the side. We jumped back in surprise. But it was the demoness. Freed from the ropes, she stood up to her full height and looked carnivorously at the groaning wounded man.

- Give it to me! I have no strength at all... Even the wounds won't heal...

"Take it," Elran shrugged, "Just tell us if you find out anything valuable."

And what a body she has. Uhh. And the long tail growing from her tailbone even suits her... The succubus stopped, and, turning to me, sniffed the air.

- What emotions... desire... mmmm... - she said languidly, running her hands over her sculpted body, caressing it. Her fingers slid over her bald pubis into her womb. - I'll do you later, my sweet.

— she promised me and, turning around, headed towards the "runner".

Elran raised a mocking eyebrow and answered the unspoken question:

— Succubi are super empaths. Not only do they feel the full range of other people's emotions, but they can also transmit their own... Okay, we have a lot of work to do... It looks like there won't be time to sleep tonight...

Although she meant something completely different, in my thoughts I was already frying her in different positions...

There was an unexpectedly loud, lustful moan from behind. Between the moans, the wounded man was saying and screaming something. I was holding on with all my might. Fortunately, the looting was distracting most of my attention. Suddenly, another scream became louder and thinner, and - there was silence. Turning around, I saw the succubus rising from the lying "runner". It felt like he was dead. The demoness ran her fingers over her cunt and licked off the drops of sperm with an unnaturally long and forked tongue.

- Mmmm... What a taste... - her voice reaches us.

"Did he know something?" the elf asks, intently ripping the leather under-armor jacket off the leader's body.

The demoness walked up to her with a hip-walking gait and suddenly grabbed her face and sucked it in a powerful kiss.

In my opinion, Elran didn't even think of resisting. A minute later, the succubus pulled away and said thoughtfully:

- It's strange, there's someone's mark on you... - she said thoughtfully, looking into her eyes. And then she added: - All he told her was the location of his stash and that they were hired by the Duke of Anri. For some reason he needed a free and adult succubus. These mortals are getting sillier and sillier with each generation, more and more lustful... - She grinned and released her tongue and slid it between Elran's tits, and then slowly began to drag it along the elf's graceful neck. - Drawing it into her mouth, she whispered languidly, looking into the girl's wide-open eyes: - I haven't felt such sweetness for a long time! Mmm... A high elf in my arms.

I tried to concentrate, kneeling, on pulling the underarmor off a squire of a suitable build. Apparently it didn't work out very well, because the demoness let go of Elran and walked towards me, wagging her tail slightly. It was beyond my strength to look away from her swaying, approaching hips and the cum-smeared "runner" of her pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the elf stood up and pulled her green jacket over her head. Looks like it's going to get hot now...

The demoness came up to me almost closely. At the same time, her vagina was only a few centimeters from my face. But at that moment, when the chains of will were already threatening to burst, she took my face with both hands, like the elf before, and, leaning down, sucked my mouth with her lips. Our tongues, like strange snakes, began their fight for territory.

The kiss dragged on - the demoness was clearly enjoying herself. And then I thought that I no longer needed the underarmor, which I was holding on to like a drowning man holding on to a life preserver, and letting go of it, I took her impressive breasts in my hands and began to massage them gently. The succubus moaned and broke the kiss. Only to launch her wet and slippery tongue between my tits a second later.

I expected something, of course, but what happened a little later exceeded all my expectations: the demoness did not even think of pulling it out, but lowered it lower and lower. Her tongue slid like a hot snake along her stomach and, flowing like lava, came across my long-standing member. The first seconds, the demoness clearly did not realize that there was something extra under the loincloth-apron, and only when her tongue wrapped around my balls and somehow perplexedly tugged them, the succubus widened her eyes and instantly peeled herself off me. Pulling her tongue in, she smacked (yum-yum) and with a sharp movement lifted my apron.

Taking advantage of the fact that her eyes widened in shock, I unbuckled the belt holding my member and it immediately rose up.

"Hooo," was all the surprised demoness breathed out.

I grabbed her by the legs and, throwing her down in the bloody mud, I entered her with a jerk. The succubus's eyes widened when I, with all my might, slapped her anus with my balls.

- How huge! - she moaned - It hit the wall of the uterus! Unexpectedly, she wrapped her legs around me and pressed me even harder into herself.

Suddenly, someone's cunt blocked my view - it was Elran who sat on my shoulders. Without thinking twice, I released my tongue into her womb.

The first time I came quickly - after all, I had been on edge for a long time. The second time - I lasted much longer. The third time, the demoness rode me to the peak of happiness and decided to take a break. The elf wanted anal, but after the second time, I looked into her almost crazy eyes and realized that perhaps that was enough.

In general, we fucked only by the middle of the night. We lost time - the sea and a small bowl. But if the succubus and I felt pretty good and were able to continue looting in the moonlight, the elf was overcome with sleep.

Our loot amounted to one hundred and ten gold coins (the greater half was in a secret pocket-cavity of the knight's breastplate) and an impressive pile of silver and copper

The demoness and I searched the horses' saddlebags together - she was great at calming other people's horses. We still hadn't gotten around to getting dressed. Such a pleasant sensation - a hot breeze blowing over my sensitive chest and phallus... Mmm... Damn! How much more can this go on?

To somehow distract myself, I spoke first, without looking at the succubus (what a toned body she has!):

- What's your name? Because behind all this...

"Mayrinna," the succubus purred. "And don't be shy—I can still feel your lust gushing over the edge."

"My name is Alres, and hers," I pointed my thumb behind me, "is Elran. You see, it's hard to believe, but I only woke up here yesterday afternoon, and since then I can only think about sex. My brain only switches on for a short time..."

Her voice suddenly sounded very close. Unable to resist the temptation, I turned to her and looked into her dark eyes.

- You are strange and you have a lot of power. I thought you were an incubus, but they can't give mana. They only take it. You just filled my gift to capacity in passing, which has never happened before.

How close she is! Full lips, narrow cheekbones. All the bruises and cuts have healed, completely disappearing from her body, emphasizing its seductiveness. I began to lack air.

- Look, you'll regret it...

"He said to the succubus..." she said breathlessly.

With a guttural roar, she jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and impaling herself on my cock. Leaning back and resting her hands on the side of the standing horse, which was looking at us reproachfully with its eyes, Mairinna forcefully impaled her cunt on my cock until it stopped. This time everything was different... Furiously.

She bit and scratched. But when I had had my fill, I found that there were no scars left on my skin.

Oddly enough, but after a short time of prolonged fucking, the succubus was back on her feet and also began to loot.

But I could hardly move.

Suddenly the thought came to mind that in this world I had not eaten or even drunk anything yet...

A natural question arises: what about the conservation law then?

energy and mass? What if I die now? Although I was swimming in the river, and water can be absorbed through the skin... It seems...

Seriously scared by the prospect of sudden death, I overcame myself and, having risen, found someone's knapsack with food. Dried meat, crackers, a bag of cereal, wineskins with clean water, and something that smelled strongly of wine. Having dragged all this into one place, I began to eat. Suddenly my companions-girlfriends-lovers sat down next to me. Fortunately, despite the fact that we were dressed in "Adam's costumes", our attention was absorbed by the food, and the disheveled appearance of the sleepy elf who washed my seed from her body with water did not at all dispose to sex. And the appearance of the demoness was very similar to a cat who had gorged himself on chicken fillet.

After the meal, Elran washed herself and, yawning sweetly, drew a bright green light from her palm onto herself.

Spell. The first magic I've seen in this world...

Jumping cheerfully to her feet, she looked at the starry sky (while I was looking only at her breasts, belly and womb) and commanded:

- We don't have much time. We've already wasted half the night, and at dawn caravans, messengers, and even patrols will be traveling along the road. So let's pack our things and horses and leave here at full speed.

Hmm. Yes, I guess.

Having pulled on my clothes, I began to put on the parts of someone else's armor. It didn't work out very well. The breastplate was a disaster: because of my mountains of boobs, the strap couldn't be fastened even on the outer hole, even though the demoness who came to help me. I had to limit myself to only massive shoulder pads, movable bracers that almost completely covered my arms, brigandines, and greaves. I didn't put on the plate gloves, but threw them in my backpack. I didn't take the rather elegant helmet with a red crest on top. From the weapons, I picked up a pair of short swords. Yes, I understand that I'm a poor swordsman, but I'm not lacking in strength. Is it a joke to cut a huge soldier diagonally with a short sword in one blow? Therefore, realizing my inferiority, I was incredibly happy to find a real two-handed sword and a huge shestoper strapped to the saddle of one of the horses. If anyone doesn't know, a shestoper is a stick with six or more thick blades attached to it. A sort of bladed mace. My shestoper had a meter-long steel shaft and weighed, probably, about ten kilograms. Only I barely felt its weight, but when I tried to swing it, I was unpleasantly surprised by the enormous energy. That's power!

Approaching the prison carriage, I struck its door with my weapon, putting all my stupidity into the blow. The result was astonishing - the door was smashed to hell, and the six-footer, continuing its destructive movement, crashed into the carriage, literally tearing it into pieces.

The euphoria of beautiful destruction took hold of me, and I boomed in a deep voice: "Akh-ra…ti-u."

And just as I was about to burst into laughter, I suddenly froze. The obsession ebbed away like a sea wave.

What was that?

I dropped the poleaxe and looked at my hands, and then at the wreckage of the carriage. I turned around in bewilderment to look at my companions, and found myself in a scene of companions shaken to the core. Naked Elran, ripping apart someone's clothes, looked at me, her beautiful mouth wide open in surprise. And why did I want her to suck me off right now? The demoness's jaw didn't drop - on the contrary, she narrowed her eyes, looking at my hands, as if she had seen something.

- What did you do? - Mairinna came to her senses first.

The feeling of confusion had not yet passed and my voice trembled a little:

- I don't know. What did you see?

- It was very similar to how archdemons fight. You threw out mana and charged the weapon with it at the moment of the ular. You said something. Can't you repeat it?

- Something like "Akhra-tiu"...

- Maybe you are an archdemon? You were defeated, but they couldn't kill you, but they erased your memory and implanted another personality? I don't know... That would explain if not for all the other things that are happening to you. Strong sexual desire, physical strength, speed, bloodthirstiness and even beauty...

Inside me, my being was darting around like a fly in a closed beer bottle.

"Try again on that horse," the elf suddenly said.

I was surprised:

- Why?

She said reproachfully:

- We need to cover our tracks, right? We'll kill the horse and drown that brute's body in the river or I'll give it to the forest. The patrol will come and find that bastard missing and blame it all on him. Like, Mireana seduced him and he killed everyone, and then ran away with her in his arms. And they'll look for a knight with a succubus, but not a succubus in the company of a Valkyrie and a high elf. We'll conduct an experiment and cover our tracks.

The demoness glanced sideways at the elf and said:

- You're definitely an archdemon! Hearing that from a forest... It's very unusual.

- I'm three hundred years old! And I was covering my tracks when you weren't even in the project yet! - the elf flared up.

- Ha! I'm almost the same age!

- Girls! Would you like to fuck some more? - Everyone talks about different things, but we talk about tanks.

- No, no, no! - the elf suddenly retreated: - I still can't come to my senses. Everything inside seems to be on fire.

"But you turned the 'healing' on yourself!!!" the demoness exclaimed in surprise.

- For some reason it didn't really help. And casting again is scary.

- Then get dressed - you are very sexy and excite me greatly. - I turned to the succubus - And you?

"N-n-no," she said, "Try to control yourself," and backed away a little.

- Where?? - I exclaimed when she turned around and was already running.

A thrill was born in the nutria and I rushed after her. And at the moment when she turned to run, I grabbed her by the middle of her tail.

"No," she exhaled languidly. "Let go."

But the brain migrated to the penis again.

Moving the apron to the side, I freed my cock. Putting it to the gates of pleasure and moving it there in a circular motion a little, I exhaled:

- Knock-knock, I'm coming in!

And almost with a roar, I burst inside. Evenly frying Mairinna, I suddenly discovered that I began to perceive sex as something ordinary. Like spitting, taking a sip of water, or breathing in and out. And the end was not approaching: the thing was that sex in clothes, and especially in armor, was comparable in sensations to the process of eating something with your eyes blindfolded: it was like you were chewing something, but still not very good. The same thing now, I was staring at a succubus, but the sensations were much poorer.

But I didn't undress and then dress again.

But for the demoness everything was too normal. Growling with pleasure, she was rubbing her tits against someone's spread body. Suddenly, her whole body tensed up and she began to thrash about in a convulsive orgasm. Her body was writhing like a snake. I liked it and I didn't let her jump off my cock, holding her tightly by the base of her tail. With my left hand, I grabbed her waist, straightened Mairinna's twitching body and pressed it against my steel breastplate. I didn't even think of stopping fucking her, even as I began to fuck her even more furiously and deeply. Even when my balls tightened, sending sperm through my pipe, I didn't stop moving, whipping the sperm in her womb with the head of my cock.

But everything comes to an end. Letting go of Mairinna, I struggled to my feet. It seemed I had put in a lot more effort this time than usual.

The succubus lay on the ground, breathing heavily and shaking.

The elf came up and squatted down next to us. But just as she was about to say something, the demoness began to undergo metamorphoses. Before our eyes, her skin began to darken, acquiring a deeper red color, her tail began to grow both in length and thickness, thin, graceful, anthracite-black horns, strongly curved toward the back of her head, emerged through her black hair, her body became even more muscular, and sharp black nails-claws grew on her fingers.

"What's wrong with her?" and, just in case, I took a step back.

Elran did not answer right away:

— I stepped to the next level of development.

I was surprised:

— Isn't it dangerous for us?

— I don't think so. I've never seen or heard of anything like that. Although it makes sense. Demons have several levels of… mmm… strength, if I may say so, and power. There are four known levels, although there may be more. The first is the weakest. They are called imps. Only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, weak and poorly controlled magical abilities. The second level is a significant increase in strength, speed and magical capabilities. These are real demons, which everyone has heard of. The third level of power is the Elder Demons. Here everything depends on individual predisposition, but all the main indicators also increase. And then come the Archdemons. Generals of the legions of Hell. Their power is amazing. After them come the Higher Ones. It seems that no one has seen them, and those who have seen them will not tell…

- And who is Mayrinna now?

- The second step. She won't be a burden to us now. Offer her to come with us. She'll listen to you.

- Why?

— Succubi, oddly enough, have a certain loyalty. In a nutshell: they fuck everyone in a row and when they find the strongest male, they literally carry his slippers.

- So, if she meets a more skilled lover than me, she will betray?

- "Skillful" is not that at all and from a different idea. I said "strong". Being energy vampires, they have to fuck the candidate and when they drain his energy - that's it.

- So what should we do?

- You don't want to lose her?

I hesitated.

- I don't even know. It seems like he's become attached.

- Then just don't let her fuck everyone and satisfy her simple desire. And you won't find a more loyal comrade. By the way, succubi are powerful magicians and each of the archdemons contains a fairly large horde of these demonesses. And I've never heard of even one of them betraying.

— Even so?

- You see, demons are the sharpest sword, a weapon. And every weapon must be handled carefully. Otherwise, you'll cut off something you really need. And a weapon, if you handle it well, will never betray you.

- Hmm. - I thought.

- Okay, - said the elf, - Kill this nag. And we need to get out of here. Oh yeah! Take the body of this brute and throw it on the horse. - Looking at my surprised face, she explained, - When the patrol arrives, we need to send the search on a false trail. Let them look for a knight and a succubus. Maybe they won't pay attention to a Valkyrie, a high elf, and something wrapped in a cloak.

— And the horses?

- We'll take the rest, of course. They're expensive. And even though they're all branded, I'll have no problem selling them to some merchant.

- I'm counting on you.

- Come on, hurry up and don't stare at her: she'll come to her senses soon.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, driving away the sweet languor, I fastened my slightly relaxed member to my leg and returned the apron to its place. Grabbing my huge pole-feather, I approached the meek, short horse, nervously glancing at me with one eye. She stood apart from the others - it seemed that Elran, while I was satisfying my base desires, had led her away from the others. Did I feel any doubts? No - if it must be so, then it must be. I had just chopped five people into pieces, and as for one little horse... Anger rose up inside me like a push. Putting all my strength into the blow, I brought the pole-feather down on the horse's head. The blow was so powerful that it literally exploded, leaving only an uneven stump on its neck. Blood splashed generously in all directions, showering me with fine drops. The decapitated body froze and jerked slightly, beginning to fall to the right. My lips themselves whispered dully

— Ashri-shatu.

And with a lightning-fast movement, I took a step forward and struck the horse's body in the side right in the ribs. The carcass was thrown far into the forest by the blow, dragged along the ground, and thrown. Euphoria filled me and I laughed dully, humming at the end:

- Har-ha-ha-ha! Er-vi-sta-tus!

And again it ebbed away, leaving me blinking my long eyelashes in confusion. What on earth is this?

An elf's voice was heard nearby:

— If only I knew what these words mean.

Looking sideways at her, I waved my poleaxe in bewilderment and said:

- I have no idea what's happening to me. Do you believe me?

When I turned my head in her direction, I met her gaze. She was standing very close to me and, reaching out to her, I ran my fingers through her hair. Pulling her face to mine, I kissed her passionately. For a couple of seconds she tried to pull away, but then quickly gave in and sucked me sensually. I was about to get down to business again, but the thought that the night would end again and the morning patrol or travelers could find us in this clearing covered in blood and littered with bodies still got through to my brain.

Relaxing my hand, I let go of the elf who had gotten into the swing of things. We continued to wrestle with our tongues for a couple of seconds, but she also came to her senses and, breathing heavily, pulled away.

"You are definitely a demon," she said, breathing heavily.

The succubus stirred and slowly got up on all fours. Looking at her figure, I felt the heat again. What is this! A simple sex machine.

An elf approached Mairinna and said:

- Come on, come on, come to your senses. We need to get ready.

Kneeling down, the succubus ran her hands over her crazy body, and squeezing her tits with her left hand, she put her fingers in her vagina. After moving them there, she pulled them out and licked my sperm. Then she said:

- We definitely need a third, and maybe a fourth. I clearly feel that he is already capable of a new feat. How many full-fledged acts of sex is this today?

- If I thought... - Elran muttered - I don't know about you, but this is the first time in my life that I've had such a sexual adventure. Have you noticed your Ascension?

- What??!! - the succubus jumped up and started touching her horns and chest. I swallowed and realized that the "chains" of my personality were tightening again.

But the elf noticed my condition and said to the succubus:

- Get dressed if you don't want to feel a dick in your pussy again. Mairinna looked around almost scared and, with an oink, quickly hid behind the elf. Considering that the succubus had become taller than Elran, it looked funny.

What's interesting is that it let me go almost immediately. Definitely, a woman with clothes and without them are two different things. As someone great once said: "The less a woman wears, the more expensive she is."

I continued to secure the luggage to some horse.

Meanwhile, the suucub, using the elf as a screen, quickly pulled on her clothes. In just a minute, she was more or less dressed. Only her sexuality, if it fell, did not fall by much.

But then the first problem appeared - I wasn't wearing pants. Riding a horse with a bare bottom? In two kilometers I'll rub my ass off to the tonsils.

The succubus came to the rescue - she picked out thick woolen blankets for both herself and me on the saddles. The thing is that she also dressed like me: a jacket-underarmor, an apron and on all this she managed to attach almost full armor, only simpler.

Everything else was put into sacks and secured to the horses.

And at dawn, having tied the horses into a caravan, we set off towards the city of Izrin. The succubus, it seems, did not even think of moving after me...

Meanwhile, the suucub, using the elf as a screen, quickly pulled on her clothes. In just a minute, she was more or less dressed. Only her sexuality, if it fell, did not fall by much.

But then the first problem appeared - I wasn't wearing pants. Riding a horse with a bare bottom? In two kilometers I'll rub my ass off to the tonsils.

The succubus came to the rescue - she picked out thick woolen blankets for both herself and me on the saddles. The thing is that she also dressed like me: a jacket-underarmor, an apron and on all this she managed to attach almost full armor, only simpler.

Everything else was put into sacks and secured to the horses.

And at dawn, having tied the horses into a caravan, we set off towards the city of Izrin. The succubus, it seems, did not even think of moving after me...