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Witch dance
(c) Krystan
It was a sultry summer night. The air seemed to be the air as a result. Even walls no longer offered protection against this overwhelming heat.
It already had 36 ° in the lion’s cave and it seems to be hotter.
The body of the elf girl almost seemed to be melted when she weighed her hips in the beat of the drums. Her long blond hair had grown together into sticky strands and fell over her shoulders. Only a tight panties covered her most intimate place – soaked in the sweat of her body. The girl moved her buttocks and grazed through the pleasure column with her graceful fingers, which was clearly revealed by the thin fabric.
If her sweat hadn’t wrapped her panties long ago, the moisture of her cunt would now be clearly recognized.
The elf felt real pleasure, so that it was not only quietly groaned with effort. With the other hand she slowly moved up. Cleverly over the approach of your pear -shaped breast. Her nipples hurt with excitement.
It felt like someone was pulling on them while dancing. Yes, this was a special night. She had one mistress found for which they were allowed to dance.
The eyes of the elf fell on her mistress. Those red -haired human woman who was sitting in front of her with slightly open thighs in front of her and she also looked at a cool look with a sensual one at the same time.
It was not a pleasant cold. Much more was a frosty shadow that lay around her heart every time her eyes crossed. Nevertheless, the girl tried to offer the woman the feeling of sensual affection. She licked her lips while the heart threatened to suffocate in her chest.
Was this the heat?
A smile scurried the woman over her face. She gave her a wink to approach her. The elf slid to her knees and hands. Her Lustschwanger look looked up at her mistress.
At that moment an invisible hand seemed to touch her bodies again. The fingers of this hand play around their clit and let the elf girl moan. Smoothed to the back. None of the other guests had come too close to her.
Some men and women consider them greedy. But no hand, no member, no tail reach for her. Nevertheless, she continued to feel that sensual touch.
“Come on”, the woman demanded with sweet strict.
She crawled to her mistress on all fours. This opened her legs slightly and pulled her dress up so that the petite creature between her thighs could slide.
At that moment an invisible force no longer only hit her pleasure bud, no she pushed deep into her wet grotto. A loud petrol scurried out of the girl’s open lips. She had opened her eyes far. The wave of lust surprised her and almost let her collapse.
Sweat dripped from her face, gathered on her nipples, and ran down from her thighs.
More and more men and women looked at the couple. After the crunchy eleven popo, which moved back and forth by lust. Moisture was formed between the thighs of the Draenei women present, a storm wind city guard was literally in his armor. The steel protection now frightened him painfully between his legs.
The redhead stretched her hand after the elf girl and roamed her face, her cheek with her fingernail until she finally reached the chin.
A strange coolness went out of her touch and drove the girl through the body. It almost brought her to explosion her lust. Still that invisible force came into her body. Drove your abdomen crazy.
Her chin was pushed up and she could see the copper -colored eyes of the woman who had given 5 gold coins hours earlier.
Enough to survive for a week. Now she recognized the greenish bottle in her hand. It was wine. Instinctively she opened her mouth when the opening touched her lips.
Red, sweet wine swallowed in her mouth and she swallowed. The wine promised its dry body liquid. So she greedily swallowed, the cooling liquid. She sucked on the bottle neck with which her mistress literally fucked her mouth.
Only a few drops of the intoxicating juice want to over her lips. Rann down on their neck until they gathered on their breasts and dripped off their stiff tits.
The bumps in their abdomen they pushed more and more into the summit of their lust. She no longer wondered what this feeling caused. She just swallowed and sucked gratefully and walled her crispy ass in the clock that was given to her with magical hand.
Then the dam broke, and only the bottle neck in her mouth prevented that her screams, inspired by ecstasy, were still heard outside in the village.
For over a minute, her delicate body twitched. Walled her in sheer despair of her lust.
“Come on,” she heard the distant voice of her mistress. “Come closer.”
She didn’t understand. The last drops of the wine disappeared into her throat.
Slowly the intoxicating effect started to catch her body. She feels strange in her skin. Felt the loss when the bottle was withdrawn her lips. Everything seemed to be turning around them.
Heat flashes roamed their body drained from dancing and the climax. Slowly the invisible hand detached from her.
“Come and fuck her in the ass,” she heard. Foreign fingers slid over their solid skin, grabbed their hips and pulled their panties down. She wanted to turn around.
Wanted to see who is there, but her mistress’ fingers laid out around her face and press her against her lap. The attracting scent of her femininity penetrated her nose. The head of the elf had now disappeared under the black hem of the dress. For felt in the middle of the heat the moist lust of the redhead.
The hands pressed her mouth on this swollen lips of lust. Her tip of her nose touched the pubic hair shorn together into a small field. At first she opened her mouth hesitantly. Cost from the sweet nectar of lust.
She felt a strong hand sliding through her cunt.
Felt a finger on her anus. While the tip of the tongue licked through the woman’s gap gap, a strange finger also slid through theirs. Driven by lust and intoxicated, she licked, groaned her, stretched her ass towards the stranger.
Then she felt him. A huge member pushed into her anus.
Widened him, stolen her breath. Only lubricated by some pussy juice and sweat a stranger pressed his lance through her tight small gate. Tormented her and pushed ahead into the warm fanatical depth of her anus.
Pain and lust drove her unseen tears into her eyes. She couldn’t escape – strong hands held her pelvis.
Fixed her ass while the redhead held her head and spread a sadistic lusty smile on her lips. She licked her mistress’s cunt desperately, as if she wanted to do her assistance with it. The stranger was relentlessly pushed his limb into her delicate elf ass. Tortured it, but at the same time he also drove waves of lust through her body.
His eggs clap loudly against their labia. Encourage, let your abdomen be shaken.
alcohol, Heat, pain and lust almost drive into madness. She greedily licks her mistress’ greedy columns. Suck the nectar of female lust, lick it out of it, want more.
More and more.
Then the stranger pulsates in it. She feels the seeds of the seed that splashes into her intestine. Feels the advent of your own highlight. Leaves briefly from the cunt to fully receive the ecstatic wave of your lust.
This time it doesn’t take so long. The stranger quickly evades. Leaves your gaping glossy opening.
Her ass shrugging the audience a few more times. The elf girl wants to lower him before exhaustion, when they pack hands again.
They are more delicate, not so brutal, but no less firm. You pull her pelvis up, and she feels something is being pushed into her anus again. This time there is no pain. On the contrary, she now feels filled out again.
Feels completely.
A thousand thoughts swirl around in her head. Sweat drips from her hard nipples. Her lust runs down on the thighs. The petite elf Japst and only whines with lust.
Licks through the woman’s gap gap as if she is licking her own.
Ravinja shot his eyes. Gently she had looked at the spectacle, as more and more men and a certain kind of women were now behind the poor girl, and were waiting to fuck her ass. The child of the once noble high elves now had to get here for a few pieces of gold. Licked her cunt.
Wasn’t much more than a cheap one whore. The witch smiled at the thought. But another thought aroused her much more.
Far from this place, in Sturmwind, the life of her enemies went out at that moment. She reached out into the shade, drunk with lust, looked into a distant house near the cathedral square.
Looked into the eyes of a child, the perspective changed. Now looked through the eyes of that innocent creature. Looked at the knife in his hand.
Yes, the paladins were able to hide themselves behind their hypocritical virtue, were able to ward off demons and build stake. But their children were their weakness.
The red -haired witch smiles with lust when the distant door was opened. She looked at the face of the man who once killed her master with a trembling excitement.
The knife came closer to him. Delivered by a blonde Angel their revenge. He slept so peacefully now.
Xaver gold morning. Paladin and fighter of the light. He looked so innocently here in bed next to his wife. Innocent and yet guilty.
Ravinja groaned when the blade in the hands of the young Ajessia Goldmorgen bored into her father’s heart.
She pressed the face of the elf firmly against her shame. Robbed the girl’s air, scattered full of lust. And just saw the blade the throat of the surprised Wife Sn separated before they looked up their eyes and looked into the faces of the onlookers. Which they found here, in the lion’s cave.
A Draenei was just behind the elf girl and drove his cock in her ass.
She smiled deeply and let go of the girl’s head. Exhausted and foggy from all the impressions of the night, the little one sagged over to the ground. Only the hands of the Draenei kept their crunchy bottom up while he drove his pleasure in her.
The witch rose with an elegant movement. She felt good, full of strength.
She had fueled her victim’s lust. Had experienced a huge satisfaction. Yes, she felt powerful, felt strong, felt good. With a smile on her lips she went to the counter and had fresh honey wine served.
While she drank here, in public, she looked at the elf girl with a mixture of contempt and pleasure, which now served a night elves to brutally satisfy his lust.
It was only worthless waste, as it was hundreds in Goldhain. A weak, nameless creature that you threw away when you no longer needed it. But it was very valuable tonight. Everyone would remember their little ass and especially Ravinja’s face.
Nobody could connect to the murder in Sturmwind. Her alibi was certain, but her plan was not yet complete.
Ajessia Goldmorgen woke up at dawn. Her virgin body felt like the body of an old woman. She was bathed with sweat and felt dirty.
The 16-year-old girl came up with dazed. In the twilight of the approaching day, she looked at her hands. blood. Blood everywhere.
Also in your bed.
She jumped out and looked around. Her eyes saw the large kitchen knife in her night box. The blade was dark of curled blood. Instinctively she reached for the weapon and went to the door.
Her parents had taught her child early on to defend themselves. In this world of war you had to count on everything.
Dazed she waved through the hallway and called for her parents. Cold sweat formed on her forehead. The heat of the past day was died.
She touched an inner cold. The door to her room was open a gap frame. Ajessia opened her, her spirit was still wrapped in fog. Still she felt deep inside her as if you had torn part of her from her heart.
Your gaze slid over her parents’ marriage bed.
She saw her stunned Father lie in his bed. A red spot had formed on its chest. The one was on the ground Mother, pale and bled. A huge wound gaped on her neck.
Her blood had distributed over the entire floor.
Pictures twitched through her head and the grip around the knife stiffened. She felt the blade, saw her pulling the blade from her father’s heart. Saw how she drove the knife through her mother’s throat. Feeled the heat of her blood again, which sprayed towards her.
Ajessia dropped the knife and held on to the door frame so as not.
She fought for air, rank for the socket, and seemed to fall. Her spirit slipped her, separated from her body and fell into a bottomless nothing.
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