Chapter 3. Forest

I have always been rather neutral about horses: they don't bother me - I don't hurt them (the recent murder doesn't count). But after an hour of our leisurely ride I realized that I was starting to hate them...

The whole point was that my new physiology was practically not adapted to riding horses: my penis and scrotum were too big and constantly rubbed against the saddle, against each other and against my clothes. Everything excited me to such an extent that my penis was not even parallel to the saddle, but at a certain angle (by eye, about forty-five degrees) upwards… My leather apron hung on my penis like on a hanger and hid almost nothing.

My lovers would occasionally cast such strange glances at him that I even began to wonder what they wanted more: to fuck or, on the contrary, to delay the moment of bed as long as possible...

We, at the head of a dozen horses, moved quickly along a very good forest dirt road, generously sprinkled with very fine gravel and sand. After two hours of travel, the elf began to turn her head and raised her hand in a gesture of stopping, pulling on the reins and braking her horse.

"What happened?" the succubus asked, glancing quickly at my cock.

- I clearly hear the sound of multiple hoofbeats. There's a caravan ahead.

- So what are we going to do?

They both began to look thoughtfully at my giant phallus, which was slightly trembling in time with my powerful heartbeat.

"Will you draw lots?" I asked innocently, already anticipating great sex.

Elran exchanged glances with the succubus and said:

- Don't even hope - we still have a long way to go to get to Izrin. It's quite possible that we won't even reach it today, and if we fuck on the side of the road every hour, the road will take a week! So...

Her horse came up to mine side by side and the elf, sighing, leaned towards me, pulled off her apron and took my cock into her mouth.

Oh, it was incredible! It seemed that Elran had no shortage of experience. The end came much faster than I would have liked. Almost without control, I grabbed her head and impaled her on my cock. The head of the phallus rested against her narrow neck and a tight stream of my sperm rushed straight into the elf's stomach. The sensations were incredible. And only when I was completely empty did I realize that Elran was about to choke and let her go.

Immediately jumping off the member, she began to cough harshly and swear worse than the movers:

- Fucking bastard! Why are you grinning, Mairinna? Next time it will be your turn! Fuck him in the ass with a hoof!

And she turned the green light from her right palm onto her throat.

I didn't give a damn - the pleasure from the blowjob was much more colorful than in my past life and I was in nirvana.

While Elran was tidying herself up, I dug out another blanket from our things and threw it in front of me on my fallen member, sensibly deciding that even if I got aroused, this disguise would hide it. Having somehow secured it with a couple of found belts, I realized that my idea, although it had a number of shortcomings, was better with it than without it.

We moved on and after about five minutes we caught up with a slowly moving caravan.

It consisted of a long column of four-wheeled wagons, each of which was harnessed by two oxen. They were driven by one man. Also moving along the caravan was a detachment of guards of ten horsemen armed with powerful crossbows.

The guards perked up at the sight of us and put on greasy smiles. And when we drove past them, they even allowed themselves a few loud offers of a shared overnight stay and group sex.

Without paying much attention to them (although I wanted to kill them all for every predatory glance they cast at me and my lovers), we continued to trot further.

The sun was rising higher and higher. It was quickly becoming quite hot. The horses were beginning to show signs of fatigue.

Quite unexpectedly, two thin and graceful female figures in light armor and hoods pulled so low that only the tips of their narrow chins were visible jumped out onto the road in front of us. The tips of very long ears peeked out through slits in the fabric.

More elves?

Due to the fact that we were already moving almost at a walking pace (Elran was looking for a place where it would be possible to leave the road and go deeper into the forest to rest), we stopped almost immediately.

One of the elves raised her right hand up and spoke:

— We are a mercenary company of the House of the Claw. We were hired by the Chamber of Commerce of Izrin to destroy the bandit gang of Crooked Eye. We have completed the task, but we have seriously wounded. They will not make it to Izrin. I ask for your help…

Elran took the arrow off the bowstring and looked back at us uncertainly.

The demoness and I almost simultaneously shrugged our shoulders and Mairinna said:

- You are our healer, so it's up to you to decide.

I said:

— I don't understand local realities at all.

Elran lowered her bow and sighed, saying:

- Swear to Elos that you will not attack us first.

The two figures lowered their heads and said

— We swear to Elos that we will not attack first...

Elran sighed again and said:

- Okay, where to go?

- It's not far from here. Please hurry: when we left, Mefar was very ill. - the right one chattered.

We jumped off our horses and Elran came up to us:

- I've heard about her: a great warrior and always keeps her word. How did she end up here looking for a living? It would be a real loss for the House of the Claw. Alres, you'll follow me. Cover me: they're drow after all, and you never know what to expect from them.

I raised my eyebrows:

- Drow? Who is this? I thought they were elves like you.

- Damn, I forgot that you're a stranger here. It would take a long time to explain in detail, but in short, they are practically a different race, with their own faith, charter, society, magic, attitude to life and death, and so on... Okay,

Alres, buckle up your friend and let's go.

Having gone behind my horse, I fastened my member to my leg with a strap and at the same time unhooked my monstrous pole from the saddle. Throwing it over my right shoulder like a twig, I walked straight through the thicket after the right drow. The left one led the demoness and our coupled horses somewhere further along the road.

We had been walking for about five minutes. During this time, I realized what a stupid thing I had done, putting on so many pieces of armor. No, don't get me wrong — I didn't feel the weight of the iron, but I did feel the heat and stuffiness.

- very much so.

But just when I realized that beads of sweat were starting to run down my back, legs, and even my balls, we suddenly came out into a small clearing, which was pierced through by a narrow path.

In the shade of the trees lay two drow. Their bodies were wrapped in bloody white rags. Only their narrow, beautiful grey-white faces were visible. Another elf was kneeling next to one of the bodies, sobbing loudly, holding the hand of the one lying there. Seeing this scene, our guide leaned her back against a tree and, covering her face with her palms, whispered some kind of recitative, like a prayer.

Elran cursed and ran up to the dying woman and immediately began shining her green light on her from both hands at once. The woman lying there screamed thinly and arched.

- What are you looking at! Hold her! Alres!

Throwing the pole aside, I leaned on the tense body from the side and managed to press it to the ground.

- That's right, but not so hard - you'll break your ribs!

And the boobs under the rags are nothing special: big, firm, the right shape, and the body is not bad... If she dies, it will be a real loss... Fuck! What am I thinking???

But the other drow had already come to their senses and began to help me as well. A few seconds later, the body under our hands relaxed. Was she really dead? It seemed that this thought had occurred to more than just me and both drow began to cry again. I hate women's tears... They disarm. They show how weak a man is in front of the weaker sex. Maybe I should cry too? For company...

However, Elran, extinguishing her palms, said:

- The crisis is over, but not for long. And where did you manage to stumble upon Death's "Rot" spell?

The one of the drow who was still holding the wounded woman's hand quietly said:

"They had a pretty strong mage in their squad and Mefar covered me with herself. Why did you do that, sister?" she asked the unconscious wounded woman. But naturally, she didn't get an answer.

- I see... And what about her? - Elran nodded towards the other wounded woman.

- Two crossbow bolts in the stomach. We didn't risk pulling them out...

- Where are your healing potions?

- Another spell hit them. The remnants we managed to scrape together were barely enough to give them a couple of drops each. If it weren't for them, Mefar would have died at dawn, and Zirta would have died during the night.

Looks like we weren't the only ones who had an eventful night.

"I see…" Elran pursed her lips in displeasure.

Sister Mafar folded her palms in a pleading gesture and addressed her:

- Will you save them? We don't have much money, but I can go into service... I beg you.

Suddenly Elran smiled broadly and said:

- How about you all join us? Not as servants, but on equal terms? - the drow was clearly thinking, and Elran said: - Let me do everything to cure yours for now, and you discuss it among yourselves. And then you can discuss it with Maefar... In the meantime, let's get acquainted: my name is Elran from the House of the Sharp Leaf, an archer and a mage-healer, - at the sound of her name, the drow's ears wilted amusingly, and the elf, pointing her hand at me, continued - Alres, our melee fighter. - the hoods turned synchronously towards me, and I had the feeling that they were looking at my far protruding breasts, - well, and with us there is also a demon-succubus named Mairinna, with her stayed one of yours and a dozen horses.

Sister Mefar said:

— Our detachment is small — only five priestesses of the Dance of Death and two Servants. I am Sarti, the sister of our commander Mefar on my father's side and her deputy. This wounded one is Zirta, one of the best weaponsmiths of our House, Tarish stayed with your succubus, this priestess who sits next to you is Reishra, our scout. We also have two servants of the Goddess of Darkness Lirmilla with us, — when she said the name of this goddess, I noticed how Elran smiled contentedly: — Lashta and Rusha. They are now interrogating and torturing prisoners not far from here. We are not magicians, our magical gifts are small and we certainly cannot heal. That's all. A horse's neighing was heard from the side of the path. Reishra explained:

- Tarish will now lead your companion and the horses here along the path. Elran nodded in agreement and said:

— We're in no hurry. — Then she glanced up at the white-blue sky and said: — It's so stuffy... And it's not even noon yet. Okay, what's the point in dragging it out. I'm going to draw a "Higher Healing" circle now. You'll help. First I'll take care of Mefar, and if I have any mana left, then mmm... Zirta?... I'll patch her up to a state where she can last until tomorrow. And then I'll treat her. Now I need to look at the wound. Do you have clean water or wine?

Sarti nodded and unfastened a narrow rectangular metal flask with licked corners from her belt. Elran took it and poured a little onto her left hand so that the water ran straight down her palm onto the blood-soaked bandage. Drops of water, falling from the elf's palms, unexpectedly flared up with a bright green light and were instantly absorbed into the bandage. The wounded woman groaned through her amnesia. And Elran commanded:

- Hold her!

We piled on again, and she began to take apart the rough bandage little by little. When she removed the last layer, I could only shake my head: under her right breast there was a black-brown spot barely the size of a fist. In this place, the skin and flesh seemed to have rotted and dried up. The elf carefully touched the spot with her finger and, shaking her head, said:

"It's a miracle that the hit was partial and happened here, and not a couple of centimeters to the left or higher. But it's also a miracle that you managed to catch me. An ordinary healer would have just thrown up his hands, and it's too late for potions. A little more and the adjacent tissues would have started to die off, and then..." She waved her hand expressively and continued: "Okay, time to start."

She jumped up and, stretching, began to unbutton her jacket, but after unbuttoning it, she didn't take it off, but, glancing sideways at me, she took two steps back and began to walk around the clearing, looking for something on the ground.

I carefully got up and approached the thoughtfully frozen elf and quietly asked:

- El ran, do they have only women in their squad?

— In their army, most of the soldiers and magicians are women. Their men are like human housewives and bed decorations.

- Harshly.

— The absolute majority of their gods, deities are women. And, it seems, only two are men. Moreover, they are demons from the lower planes and it is very conditional to call them handsome. One of them is like a huge octopus, and the other has crab claws.

- What horror, what fear...

- Exactly. And also - our gods are real. For faith and worship they give tangible powers.

I was surprised.

- Oh, come on.

- Ha! I'll look at you when you see the servants of Lirmilla. They are seriously different from those representatives of the drow women whom you see here.

- Nasty and scary?

Suddenly, the two drow burst out laughing.

- On the contrary! By the way, drow have excellent hearing and smell. They not only hear us, but smell us. So I don't even know... - she pointed significantly downwards with her eyes.

- Can I say?

— It's up to you to decide.

— And they won't kill you?

- Well, they swore not to attack first, and they still need me, and in moral terms, the drow are known throughout the world for their recklessness in this matter. They even surpass succubi in the number of random relationships. In short, I hope there are no more questions. We need to get started.

— Is there anything I can do to help?

- Well, take your pole and draw here as perfect a circle as possible with a diameter of four steps.

Having picked up my pole-feather, I began to draw. It turned out crooked, but Elran was pleased and immediately began to draw some signs inside the circle.

In the midst of her work, Mairinna appeared on the path with the horses and her guide named Tyrish.

Unable to bear the heat, I unfastened the straps and carefully pulled off the steel parts of the armor, and then the chain mail and leather jacket, stripping to the waist. My boobs began to play with heavy drops. Phew - that's much better. Having hung the jacket, which had already soaked through with sweat, on some bush, I went up to one of the horses and took out one of the waterskins. Having washed off the sweat a little and drunk some water, I grabbed two blankets from my horse and went under one of the trees located near the Elran circle.

But as soon as I laid out my bedding, two tall women appeared on the edge of the clearing. Looking at them, I froze in amazement - they were practically naked: except for laced boots with high heels up to the knees (and how do they walk in the forest? Magic?), steel masks on the crown of their heads, a pair of bracelets on their arms and strongly curved scabbards fastened to their hips, they had nothing else on. Dark gray skin glistened with sweat and large transparent drops of it hung playfully on nipples pierced with gold rings. Relief bodies with graceful lines simply riveted the gaze. But their faces were unusual: on them, like scars, dark tattoos stretched up and down from the eyes, like traces of tears, and the eyes themselves seemed to be woven from darkness itself. Lush hair was whiter than snow and fell in an even waterfall to the middle of their backs.

Looking at them, I realized: I want to. However, with my practically uncontrollable lust, I will do a stand-up for ancient old women too. Servants of the gods. What kept me from heading towards them and fucking them right there, not going far from the cash register, was that they were easily and casually carrying, casually thrown over their shoulders: the left servant - two bound prisoners, and the right - two bags, obviously filled with metal.

After casting a searching glance around the camp, they dropped their burdens and approached Sarti, who was sitting over her sister's body. Bending over her and, as if on cue, exposing their magnificent bottoms to my view, they spoke briefly with her and settled down almost casually on the grass next to their commander.

Elran barely paid attention to their arrival, but the wotsuccubus came up to me and quietly asked:

- Well, are you holding up?

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the magnificent figures of the servants, whispering:

- With difficulty.

Fortunately, when my mind was already beginning to cloud, Elran finished her writing and commanded:

- Carefully take it and move it inside the circle.

Two attendants immediately jumped up and, putting their hands under the bandaged body, easily carried it to the designated place. Elran took out a narrow dagger and, whispering something, began to cut the bandages, throwing pieces of fabric outside the circle. After which she went beyond its boundaries and began to sing something, pouring green light from her palms onto the space inside the circle. In response, her squiggles began to glow so brightly that the sunlight breaking through the foliage could not compare with it. Green fog began to appear inside the circle. It did not spread beyond the circle and was drawn into the naked body. Suddenly, I noticed that the round wound also began to smoke, but only a different color - gray. The smoke quickly dried up, and the wound completely disappeared. Elran held the generation of green fog, and then interrupted the spell. She looked at her hands in bewilderment and then turned to me, and I saw that her eyes were glowing a bright green light.

Without Elran's attention, the signs began to fade quickly. While the two of us were playing a staring contest, Mefar opened her eyes and sat up, looking around in surprise. Her sister cried out in joy and rushed towards her.

The commander, not at all embarrassed by her nakedness, easily rose to her feet and slightly bowed her head in greeting:

- Thank you for saving my life, Forest Marked. I didn't think the "auri" would ever leave the Twilight Forest.

Elran finally deigned to turn her attention to Maefar and muttered:

"Me? "Auras"?"

The commander was clearly puzzled:

— Your eyes are shining.

Elran frantically fished a small mirror out of the inside pocket of her jacket and suddenly fell to her knees, exhaling:

- Your mother...

All the drow looked at us in confusion. Sarti hugged her sister and pressed herself against her back. Mafar put her hands on her right side and said:

- So you were incognito? I've never heard of the need to disguise the signs of "auri"... Are you in intelligence?

Elran could only squeeze out a pitiful:

- Huh? - but unexpectedly quickly pulled herself together and, casting another strange glance at me, said: - I'll take care of your other wounded woman now, and in the meantime you think about this: I don't need money from you for treatment, but I need... mmm... services in your area.

The two attendants stood up and, coming closer to her, squatted down, as if on cue, exposing their lips to my view. I thought that if I didn't get distracted even a little bit then...

It was beyond my strength to turn away, but sitting up was quite possible and I slowly bent my legs and sat down on the blanket. It eased up a bit and I was able to hear part of the conversation:

— …my aunt chose exile over marriage and settled in Izrin. She has been living there for over forty years, but recently the connection was broken and my mother sent me to find out what happened. Have you heard of her — her name is Rilellil?

Mefar sat down on the ground with her beautiful bottom and, thoughtfully, spread her legs in an extremely erotic way. I almost reflexively licked my stuck-together lips. Mairinna asked quietly:

- Well, how is it?

"I'm holding on for now," I moaned almost languidly in response.

The right attendant glanced at us at the sound, but her gaze stopped on me for a long time, then dropped a little and her eyes widened. She leaned over to her companion and began to whisper something into her long ear. She also turned to me and now they were both looking at me, slightly squinting. What a look. With a simply titanic effort, I heard the thoughtful conclusion of Mefar's speech:

— …So, more than a year… Okay, personally, I agree with you to unite in favor of help with treatment, we just need each of us to speak out. — She stood up and clapped her hands. — Elran and his group for treatment want us to support them. Lashta and Rusha — do you agree?

I didn't understand, do they have democracy here? Or is this a strange unit? Or are the servants kind of on their own?

Lashta and Rusha tore themselves away from looking at me and nodded in unison, somewhat dumbfounded.

Mefar continued:

- Well, then so be it. All that remains is to agree on the terms and shares in the spoils. Elran said contentedly:

- Month.

- No. Two weeks.

- Month!

- Then ten gold pieces!

Elran pretended to chew her lips and waved her hand:

- Fine.

I knew that we had only shaken out a hundred and ten gold coins and another ten or so in silver and copper from the Duke's soldiers. So getting a damn good squad of mercenaries for four weeks for practically nothing was a pretty good piece of luck. Although, maybe it wasn't so cheap. On Earth, for five gold coins, any aristocrat in the Middle Ages could be taken out, and not just anyone, but professionals.

By the way, I, like a ram, went after the elf, thinking only about sex. But it turns out it's not all that simple and she has a mission... And it looks like a dangerous one.

— Money now!

Elran grimaced a little and said:

- Mayrinna, give them silver...

The succubus whispered in my ear, "Hold on." and went to our horses. It would have been better if she hadn't whispered anything to me, because her voice almost made me come, only the belt cutting into my cock held back the escaping sperm...

I was so close to orgasm that I dug my nails into my palms. The intense pain sobered me up a bit.

The demoness took out our large purse of silver and carried it to Elran. Having placed it in front of her (at which point the coins jingled loudly), she stepped aside a little.

The healer untied the leather strap and poured its contents onto a flat patch of ground.

I noticed that Mefar's eyes even lit up a little at the sight of the money. True, it could have been my imagination. That's probably why Elran didn't show off our gold. But there were also some jewelry and weapons.

Elran glanced at the silver and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Then she glanced sideways at the naked servants and their commander, then at me, and decisively pulled off her jacket and carefully placed it on the grass next to her. After which, running her hand over her sweaty tits, under Mefar's searching gaze, she began to count the coins.

All the drow, except for the wounded Zirta, gathered around their commander. The system of calculation was peculiar here: one silver coin was worth ten copper coins, and one gold coin was worth ten silver coins. In addition, there were very small coins - iron circles without any signs at all. Ten such circles were equal to one copper coin.

The silver amounted to nine and a half gold coins, and then the tedious darkness of the copper count began...

The sight of Mefar nodding busily in time to the rhythm of "one, two, three..." and her tits nodding along with it captivated me to such an extent that I even got a little distracted.

"That's it!" Elran finished and said, "Mayrinna, gather the rest."

Mefar nodded in confirmation and commanded her sister standing next to her:

- Take it. Now heal Zirta and we will perform our Blood Unity ritual... - and she licked her lips strangely.

"Maybe without him?" Elran said uncertainly and glanced sideways at me again.

But Mefar smiled with some anticipation and answered:

- Without him, neither I nor you can trust me. So...

- Okay, but we'll tell you one secret later.

Mefar narrowed her eyes and drawled:

— I love secrets.

— We'll see... Who will love whom?

The drow took the money and left the circle where everyone was sitting. Elran, grumbling something, began to draw the trampled signs. Having finished, she commanded:

— Put it to bed.

The attendants picked up Zirta's limp body and laid it in a circle, then left. The elf cut off the bandage and I saw that two small steel feathers were sticking out of the wounded woman's stomach. The skin around them was black, but no blood was flowing.

First, Elran shone the green light from her palms on both wounds a little, and then turned Zirta on her side and very slowly began to push one of the arrows further. When the tip came out of the back, she abruptly sank her fingers, pushing the entire arrow out. Blood began to flow, but Elran shone the light on both holes again and the bleeding stopped. Although the wound itself did not think of healing. Having done the same operation with the other arrow, Elran stepped outside the circle and launched "Higher Healing". This time the session lasted much shorter and there was no gray smoke. The wounds simply healed without a trace. Having held the green fog for a couple more seconds, the elf interrupted the spell and again looked at her hands in surprise.

Zirta's eyelids fluttered and she opened them. She looked around, sat up and looked at Elran in surprise. All the drow came up to her and began to chatter happily.

— Did you manage to do it?

Mefar said:

- Zirta! We succeeded, but now we will serve her for a month. And not for free!

Drow ran her hand over her stomach and replied:

- I'm so glad. When you're dying, you start to appreciate every moment, even if it's filled with pain...

Mefar turned to Elran and exclaimed:

- Well, my bright one, are you ready?

"Right now," she muttered and began to unbutton her fly.

Suddenly a low and pleasant voice was heard nearby:

- This ritual is more than ten thousand years old. It came from the Old World. - I turned towards the sound and saw the servants standing next to me. - The right one continued - A hundred years ago, I saw the same ritual, but between the crown prince of the light elves and the male captain of our free detachment. After that, they became permanent lovers. - To the silent question, she answered: - Look! Now you will understand everything.

I had to turn my head away from the sight of their naked bodies with my right hand. But what I saw: knocked me off my feet.

El ran had already pulled off her pants and boots and stood with her legs spread wide enough. Mefar came up to her so close that their boobs began to fight for space.

The commander said:

- What, are you afraid?

- No!

- Then I begin! I am Maefhar, of the House of the Claw, entering your service, Elran, of the House of the Sharp Leaf! My blood will be yours, and my flesh will protect you!

Elran hesitated a little and said

- I, Elran, from the House of the Sharp Leaf, will accept protection and will not turn away from you, Mefar, from the House of the Claw!

And then Mefar got down on her knees and abruptly grabbed the blonde's ass with her hands, pulled her body towards herself and bit into a powerful kiss right into Elran's pussy. The commander clearly could not hold back and launched her tongue to its full length. Elran grabbed her rather large breasts with her hands and moaned loudly. Mefar began to move her face up and down the blonde elf's slit, not denying herself anything, while constantly supporting Elran with her hands.

I swallowed. Suddenly, my body almost went into shock. I looked up and saw that the attendant had reached her hand to my breast and was touching my swollen nipple.

- And you got excited.

Another attendant came behind me and sat down close, wrapping her legs around my waist. From the feeling of someone else's hot body, I realized that things were going badly. The first attendant, my clouded mind managed to identify her with the name "Rusha", stepped over me and sat on my lap.

Come what may... I hugged her and, sharply pulling her to me, sucked on her lips in a strong kiss. Our tongues collided and began to fight for territory. Her hand slid under my apron and came across my sweaty member. In surprise, the attendant opened her eyes wide and lowered her gaze lower, trying to examine my extra part of the body. But I did not let go of her head, continuing to kiss with pleasure, although I wanted to insert my member deeper incredibly.

Lashta, with her hands under my armpits, was playing with my boobs the whole time. Rusha mumbled something and grabbed her hand with her left hand and pulled it under my apron. Having fondled my steel erection there. Lashta put her head on my left shoulder and unfastened my belt and threw the apron aside.

I let go of Rusha and unfastened my cock from my leg. It jerked upward like a spring.

"What a size!" said Rusha.

I smiled crookedly and said:

- So, girls, are you scared?

Lashta whispered loudly in my ear, taking my exposed head with her palm and starting to knead it:

- We're not afraid of that: we once fucked an older demon, and he had two whole cocks. True, smaller than yours, but you can imagine the pleasure of being fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time. - and already turning to his comrade: - Well, you're first!

She grinned contentedly and, pushing my rod right into her cunt, slowly sat down, plunging my cock into herself halfway. It seemed to me that I flew up, but she stopped and was about to move back, but I put my hands on her waist and said:

- Well, no!

And jerking his hips upward, he entered fully.

Rusha screamed loudly and leaned back, grabbing her nipples with her hands, and I almost completely pulled out of her and repeated the process.

"Yes!" she breathed out. "I hear the goddess!"

And I hear her pussy squelching, oozing juices.

- Wow! - another attendant commented, pressing herself against my back.

- Aho-ah! I'm cumming! - Rusha screamed and her cunt unexpectedly squeezed my cock hard. Unable to bear it, I also ejaculated, filling her. She fell on my chest and hugged me, merging in a kiss with Lashta.

The world cleared a little from the blinding influence of my hormones and I saw that the entire drow squad was standing in a circle above us, led by naked Maefar and Elran. The Light One narrowed her eyes slyly and said loudly:

"Mefar! Let's make a deal!"

The commander glanced sideways at Elran and asked:

- And what kind?

- If I can surprise you, then you will all serve me forever!

Mefar raised her eyebrows and replied:

- And how are you going to determine the degree of my surprise?

- You must say yourself that you are surprised and will serve me.

— And if not?

- Well, then I'll just hire you for our return journey to the Twilight Forest, and you'll keep quiet about what happens during the trip unless I give you permission to talk.

Mefar exchanged glances with naked Zirta and shrugged:

- What's the catch?

- I won't tell. Only after the Oath of Secrecy.

- Okay. I swear...

Elran interrupted her:

- No, no! On blood!

"Even so?" Mefar was surprised.

Rusha came to her senses a little and leaning against my abs, breathing heavily, assumed a vertical position. Rising slightly, she released my member, which had not thought of falling, from her womb. A real stream of a mixture consisting of her juice and my sperm burst out of her pussy. Having flooded my thighs, scrotum and member with it, she lay down next to me on her side with the smile of a cat who had eaten sour cream.

- This is incredible! - she breathed out - Khaivi, compared to her, is impotent! Lashta chuckled with interest and slipped out from behind the mez. I pulled off my boots and trousers, completely naked.

While Lashta, moaning slightly, was kneading her pussy with her fingers, Mefar took a sharp dagger and cut her palm, saying:

— As long as this blood flows in me, I will fulfill the terms of the oath and make sure that others fulfill them... Well, I have sworn. Speak, don't keep me in suspense!

Elran smiled and began to speak:

— First, I will ask two questions: my reserve is two hundred and fifty-one units. "Great Healing" weighs two hundred units. Question one: how was I able to create two such spells almost in a row? And question two: how could I, having an age of only three hundred and six years, become an "auri" when it takes a thousand years?

Mefar frowned:

— So you're not an "aura"?

— She wasn't until yesterday.

- Then I don't understand anything! But you exist!

Lashtu didn't care about these high matters. Neither did I. Our bodies united and we plunged into the abyss of vice. But through the veil of desire and the servant's "ahs" I managed to catch whole phrases.

- But that's impossible! Increase magical potential through sex! A demon - okay, I can believe it! If she's an archdemon or an avatar of some god! But not an elf!

- You can test the potential! By fucking her!

Unexpectedly, Rusha said loudly:

— I'll tell you this: you know, I've been serving Liorla for six hundred years. I've tried many things in an attempt to rise in rank. I got stuck at the level of senior servant more than four hundred years ago... I just couldn't feel the goddess's grace. But just now... I think I've started to feel something...

There was a noise. The elves were cursing and waving their arms. Those of the drow who were not yet undressed began to undress. Mefar unexpectedly pulled Elran to her mid-sentence and began to kiss her passionately right above us.

It was hot and stuffy. The rising sun, through the foliage, began to blind the eyes. The attendant's sweat was falling from her overexcited nipples. Our hips, colliding with each other, produced not even slaps, but full-fledged "plops".

I got tired of being on the bottom and I pressed the attendant tightly to myself, immediately rolling over and ending up on top. This turned out to be much better and I increased the pace.

At some point the attendant arched and began to scratch my back with her nails, screaming loudly. I grabbed her hands and pinned them to the ground.

The drow wrapped her legs around me and pressed me into her with such force that I screamed and... at that moment the end overtook me. At that moment, when my sperm began to pour into her womb, the servant's body seemed to fill with steel. She suddenly twisted strongly and at that moment, when I was already expecting that she would start slashing me with her claws again, she simply hugged me and, breathing heavily, pressed her whole body against me.

Have you ever hugged a truck tire? No? Well, if that happens, I'll have something to compare it to.

However, the tension slowly left her body and after a couple of minutes she let go of me and leaned back.

I slowly pulled my hips back, pulling my cock out of her body. The attendant moaned in response and even somehow moved in after me, as if she didn't want to let go of her favorite "lollipop." Finally, with a loud sob, her cunt released my still-aroused cock from its depths. For a couple of seconds, nothing happened, and then the attendant moaned and, shuddering, released a hot stream of my sperm, her juices, and urine onto me.

"Piss-slut…" I exhaled, rolling onto my back.

But instead of answering, she suddenly moaned loudly:

- I spoke with Liorla!.. You were right, Rusha, you were right...

My brain had not yet grasped the meaning of her words, and the next drow had already sat on top of me. A little hesitantly, resting my member against the gates of her tightly compressed labia, she slowly began to let it in. Looking at her figure, much thinner than that of the muscular servants, I had difficulty recognizing Mefar's sister, Sarti, in her. Not wanting to wait, I grabbed her hips with my hands and abruptly moved my body to meet hers.

It was very tight inside her. In addition, her womb was shaking and straining, not just squeezing my penis, but even massaging it. Because of this, the next end came a little faster than it had with the servants. Sarti's body shook in ecstasy. She stretched out like a string, squeezing my stomach with her knees from the sides and fell on my chest, catching her breath with difficulty.

My sperm was pouring inside her in spurts. And when I looked into her eyes, I even thought I saw a neon sign that said, "Filled to capacity."

Oddly enough, my "libido" demanded a continuation, and when another pointy-eared elf bent over me, I, quite carefully, removed Sarti from my member and, laying her down next to me, invitingly beckoned the next one with my finger.

Sarti moaned and ejected a stream of my seed from her insides. And at that moment, when the next drow, with some kind of almost fury, impaled herself on my "spear" abundantly lubricated with sperm and other people's juices, she pressed her thin body against me and bit me hard on the playfully swollen nipple of my left breast. Unexpectedly for me, I was overwhelmed with pleasure, and my body itself emitted a loud groan.

To the right, someone screamed sweetly. Turning my head towards the sound, I saw that Mefar and Elran, lying on their sides in the sixty-nine position, were vigorously licking each other's slits, not forgetting to stroke their naked bodies.

The dark elf's tight pussy squeezed my cock, sometimes not even wanting to let it out of herself. The woman fucked as furiously as the servants. At one point, she lost her balance and tried to lean on my stomach with her hands, but did not take into account that my body was covered in a very slippery mixture of my sperm, sweat and juices. Sliding, she plopped right on me. Our tits played the role of airbags. Her heavily breathing mouth was so close that I grabbed her head with my left hand and dug my lips into it. Our tongues began to fight and rub against each other. The outcome of the fight was predetermined and the victory was mine.

The end was not at all unexpected and not at all like the previous ones: a pleasant heat began to gather inside my stomach, which began to fill my entire body. And when it reached my head, my mind, which was not working quite adequately, switched off almost completely.

The effect was astonishing - I grabbed her pelvis with my right hand and sharply accelerated the work of my body for a couple of seconds and stopped on the last "poke", thrusting my cock especially deep. At that very moment, sperm began to flow through the tube of my penis.

The drow's body twitched in ecstasy. She tried to scream and moan, but my lips were still covering her tender mouth. Her hands were scratching, and her body was trying to jump off my cock, but I held her tightly. Suddenly I noticed her beautiful and mysterious eyes, bright purple: her gaze trembled for a second, trying to stop on something, and then froze and her pupils dilated, completely absorbing the iris.

But what I saw there immediately cleared my head: absolute darkness, oozing like black oil smoke. In surprise, I broke the kiss and the drow began to breathe noisily and hoarsely, dropping her face onto my neck.

Oddly enough, I felt great. It was as if a warm flame had ignited inside me.

My body was overflowing with strength. Easily sitting up with the exhausted drow in my arms, I grabbed her elastic ass with my hands and lifted her up a little, sitting down cross-legged. Having seated her back, I pulled the drow's head back again and covered her moaning mouth with my lips.

It was great. But I wasn't allowed to enjoy it fully: one of

two women who had not yet been on me whispered something into the ear of the one sitting on me and gently pulled it off my penis. I gave up my toy reluctantly.

However, I didn't grieve for long - another one sat on my dick. I was again flooded with a wave of pleasure. At the same time, another one sat on my shoulders, pressing her slit into my face.

Sex with the two of them was somehow slow and careful, but because of that even more sensual and drawn out in time.

By the time we finished, the sun was already setting.

The last one to ride me was a succubus. But she not only fucked me, but even licked my body with her soft long tongue, smacking her lips with pleasure. To my questioning look, she answered:

- Every drop of your juice is like a divine gift. It has so much power and energy...

She wanted to say something else, but at that moment I threw her on her back and, kneeling, lifted her hips up to the same level as mine. After that, I began to fry her at maximum speed. Mairinna leaned her hands on the ground and, howling thinly, began to watch as I furiously rustled my cock in her pussy. At some point, she leaned back and her howl began to acquire low knives, rolling into a muffled roar. And then her tail somehow entwined my balls and squeezed sharply. At that very second, I began to cum with a scream, and she growled loudly, echoing me.

I fell on top of her and grabbed her by the horns, pulled her towards my face and hoarsely whispered into her pointed ear: "You are now mine forever."

After resting on her for half a minute, I tried to get up and suddenly realized that sex with the demoness had exhausted me greatly, unlike sex with the drow. And my dick had fallen off…

Suddenly the succubus also sat down and began to suck and lick him.

I am in paradise...