I am a high and a dozen Nord, a native of Skyrim. What did I do in Mordovond, you ask? I myself really did not know. I was freed from moist dungeons and abandoned here on a ship, into the port town of Seida Nin. Nina was sent from Seid to a certain kosades in Balmore. Of course, having received 200 dricks, I was not going to go to him.
Why should I fulfill someone’s orders when they granted me freedom, even though they abandoned Morro-Owinda, the land of the dark elves Dunmerov. And with these thoughts I decided to travel. I will find a small fishing village off the coast and take care of trade and craft. I will need money, I will work for hiring. I always liked such a calm and measured life.
Having walked along Seida Nina, buying myself chitin boots, cirasa and an iron short sword, I finally hit the road. I walked along the road prayer and enjoyed the surrounding nature. About two hours passed as I walked. I wanted to drink, the day was really hot and I decided to turn closer to the mountains, hoping to find any key or spring. But in vain, because I didn’t even think about what it would turn out for me and how it would change the future fate.
The paved road was replaced by a cold smooth stone. I went to the path into the gorge, coolness and shadow reigned here, but no fontanel was observed. Occasionally, thorns stuck out of fractures of naked stone, but a bitter community grew. I lost my account of time, but judging by the position of the luminary, it was already far in noon. It was too late to go back and I decided to test fate, moving forward. Aggressive rats climbed out of the rocky cracks several times during a walk from rocky cracks, but with my strong addition and blade to kill them was not difficult for me.
It was evening, I continued to walk along endless labyrinths of naked stone, among boulders and gorges. And then ahead I noticed a dimly flickering light. A fire was divorced there, there were three figures around it. One of them leaned on the box, the second just sat near the fire, and the third was swarmed in the basket. I hurried there, hoping for a halt and this was my fatal mistake. One of the figures spotted me, throwing the copper from my face, I realized that it was an elderly Dunmer.
In a nasty voice, she shouted to her friends and raised her hands. I got ready, grabbed my sword, but it was too late. Danmerka rumbled something and a green flame fell off her raised hands. I could not dodge, the spell fell right into the chest, all the limbs were numb and a grayish haze of haze was approaching my eyes. I was paralyzed.
I woke up connected. The head was split. My bare back I lay on a cold stone. I was completely page. When it cleared up in my eyes, I saw that I needed three Danger old women. They giggled sarcastically, and their leader, who paralyzed me with a spell, began to kneel down. I was jerking off in vain attempts to get out, but the bonds kept me too tight. The second Dunmer at that time went to my face and smiled. I felt a tender touch of a rough palm to my cock and shuddered. Raising my head, I saw as an old woman, that I sat on my knees, I began to suck my dick.
At this time, he was already completely stone and pulsed from excitement. Danmerka drove her tongue along the trunk, massaging mine in blunder curls of thick hair eggs. Having played with my balls, she clung to her lips to the head of the penis and began to deeply swallow it. I groaned quietly with pleasure. But the elderly Dunmer, who rose above my face, did not give me to watch the spectacle. Raising the hem of the skirt high, she began to sink. I saw all the details of her bosom, start from the dark blue skin of the labia and clitoris, ending with black thick hair. She sank lower and lower, the unpleasant smell of a senile pussy hit her nose. “Lick, scum”- she ordered. But I only laughed and rudely sent her. Then I received a blow under the breath from Danmerka, who was so carried away by my member.
She picked up my balls and squeezed them tightly, repeating the order of her girlfriend. I had to obey, clinging my lips to the unwashed hole. I reluctantly began to lick Danger’s pussy, the pubic long hair strove to climb into the mouth and tickled his face unpleasantly. “Better”-said Dunmerka and completely sat down with her hot, already current bosom on my face, blurring her breath. I had to try thoroughly, licking every recess, since the air became less and less. I accelerated the pace, penetrating my tongue deeper, but Dunmer did not get down. I continued to lick intensely, realizing that I can no longer breathe deeply. And only after a couple of seconds, loud sweet moans fell from Danmer’s lips and she finished.The old woman got down. Transparent violet discharge from its bosom spread throughout my face.
With my lips, I felt a bitter taste. At this time, the leader worked hard on my unit. She easily swallowed my not very long, but thick member. Members of the Nords have always been distinguished by a special thickness. I was already at the peak, Danmerka strengthened the sensation, earned with the tongue. A muffled moan fell from my lips and I ended up in my mouth with a powerful stream of sperm. Dunmerka smiled predatoryly and swallowed, the other part of the sperm flowed out from her mouth, white thick drops fell on a stone. And only after orgasm I wondered where the third old woman is and when they let me go. And it was then that all the worst began.
I saw an approaching third old woman with an oblong stone of shower in the palm of my hand. Vague suspicions crept into my own soul. All three Danzers smiled at me. Two of them grabbed my legs and with force unprecedented for the old women, pushed them over to me. Not particularly ceremony, the third dark elf Vnnelka is in my tight, not developed point of souls of souls. I cried out and twisted my feet, but put it deeper and deeper until I put it until the end. After this painful procedure, it began to withdraw and introduce a stone again, gradually gaining pace.
After a couple of seconds, the pain passed, replaced by a pleasant sensation in the lower abdomen. And Dunmerka increased everything and increased the pace, I moaned louder and louder until the scream of pleasure burst from my Glotik and my stake again splashed the sperm river. I took a breath. At this time, Danimers got up and turned to me with their backs. The stone of souls remained in my no longer a virginal anus. They lifted the skirts high and began to shit on me! I yelled, cutting them with obscenities, but it was getting worse. Long warehouses of shit only rode through my body, creating an unpleasant soul in the air.
One of them began to shit on my face. After that, the old women sank and began to rub the shit throughout my body, pre -guest licking it and the remnants of sperm. When they finished, the leader again lucked me with a spell. I woke up. Smeared with dried Danger shit and sperm, in a women’s dress and with a stone of shower in a glass. I was completely cleaned, taking all the money, equipment and clothes. The bonfire went out for a long time, but Danmero was nowhere. The deep night reigned. I was untied. I got up and wandered around where my eyes looked, without thinking about further fate, because the whole fate was already crossed by case with these three Dangerous beasts.
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