A storm had come through the broken country, and shook the old trees than near the end of the world. Darkness enveloped the barn, the wind whistled through the cracks. Only in the stable yet light was visible. Weakness, blurred by the blinding darkness, slipped it through the cracks of the wooden beams.
Inside the barn caused a small oil lamp for light. Ravijel was still so busy to provide the Draeneistuten. Reva’s elves had brought the freshly inseminated mare and her mother back. Now it was the blood elf ensure that the points of wundgefickten Draeneimädchens were provided.
The udder of the mother were milked several times today, so it made little sense, they draw from it again. She was in her barn, her hands and head were recorded in a pillory, which was fixed back around to the wall. The blood elf in her tight leather tunic kneeling beside the naked mare. She had a bucket with him in which was an aqueous herbal extract. He was cleaning and disinfecting, so would that none of the often tortured milk mares suffering from minor external wounds. He also smelled flowery. There was a heavy scent of jasmine and musk.
She dipped the sponge, then it slid over the body of the Draenei. She gently cleaned the place for their horns. The mare was trembling, as they penetrated more deeply about their ears, their necks and their naturally ample breasts. They hovered around the court, pulling on the nipples bounce, which submitted again under her touch, a little milk.
“You’re a good mare.” She spoke reassuringly to her. “Calm down, I will do some good.”
Again she dipped the sponge into the bucket. She slipped on the shoulder, and followed the hands up to the saddle-sore wrist, which disappeared in the curves of the wooden planks pillory. Then they repeated the process on the other side.
“Now it is time for your lower body.” She whispered and brushed a hand through her short with long blond hair elves.
Ravijel wet the sponge again. A little dripping the liquid on TEKA leg. The Draenei winced. Then the blood elf already slipped over the belly. Gently stroked the pale blue skin. With light circular movements, they penetrated deeper and deeper until she touched the private parts of the mare milk. It leads further along the contours of her thighs, and when the mare this a little opened, she stroked the inside.
The bright green eyes met those of the Blood Elf Draenei. Both persisted for a long moment, then leaned Ravijel before and touched with a loving yet gentle kiss the lips of the trembling prisoner. It was a kiss full Melankolie. She felt the trembling of the lips of the mare’s milk, while her hand deeper between her legs moved, and washed their naked shame.
TEKA breathing quickened. Their udders were raised with every breath. She shuddered under the affectionate and intimate contact with the strange woman. Her thighs parted more and more. The sponge moistened it, and cleaned her column, but at the same he touched her in an incredibly erotic as well. The horrors of the past day. The enslavement, desecration and insemination of their daughter, as the shame that now seemed to wash out of it.
Without speaking the language of the other agreed to both. Their tongues touched, while Ravijel was prompted by the ever-open thighs to keep going. The sponge penetrated between the distended lips, its moisture was associated with the pleasure of mucus, which had been formed in the column of milk mare.
You could feel the tongue whipped her new playmate changed, and heard her frantic breathing. Tenderness of the elf, her skillful fingers slid the sponge to the clitoris of the Draenei, all of this caught the mare. She began to move her pelvis. Pressed her abdomen by shamelessly. She also presented her breasts, which are generally very far out at Draeneifrauen.
In the dim light of oil lamps Ravjel saw the drops of milk, which had formed on TEKA nipples. Curious leaned forward and licked the elf about it while her hand continued circling the shame of the woman. Nibbled at the tip of your tongue drops, the newly formed breast milk. She licked it from her stiff nipples.
The lesbian game continued, and the blood elf now resigned to the sponge. She let him fall, and instead appeared with two of her delicate fingers deep into the moist elves, willing Deep Lust of TEKA grotto. At the same time she bit the Draeneimutter gently into one of their bold upright, dark blue nipples. Immediately came out a little breast milk, which was also by her greedy and lustful swallowed down.
Teka moaning loudly now. The Draenei was the humiliation, abuse and sheer mutilation of her soul, has become a depraved mind. The Draenei longed only for love. The gentle physical affection, the Blood Elf was just one. She gave herself up to her, moaning uncontrollably, panting loudly. Pressed her fingers against the pelvis aware her nurse. This came faster and faster in the wet mucus by well-oiled column.
Lust nectar dripping from the opening of Draeneiweibs, the only fast with excitement and loud breathing. Her inner thighs glistened wet now in light of oil lamps. You wanted it, they enjoyed it. Yes, they even enjoyed a strange woman sucking on her nipples. She felt like the milk was pulled out of her. Yes, it really felt as mare milk. The regular milking her breasts, she had been sensitive. Now she no longer felt only the humiliation, no, they also felt the source of pleasure, which could be assumed.
Ravijel sucked faster and faster on their playmate. She loved the taste of warm milk, which she ran here and now directly from the udder into her mouth. It was a steal compared to her mistress, but enjoyed the Undead it too much, as they could against the desire anstemmen.
And with this pleasure, she was not alone. She felt like the vagina of the mare’s milk to her fingers moved together. She felt the pulsing, as if the dark blue lips pressed against the Draenei their fingers. She felt the surge moist mucus dripped from the column of this mare.
Hard she pressed her fingers deep into the opening of the woman. Teka screamed, she screamed out her lust in the barn, so that each of the other mares would hear of their desire and their satisfaction. In this moment of indescribable joy, it was their right, that was in the box next to her, her daughter. She was filled with the sperm of a demon, who had impregnated her freshly deflowered body. You did not think that she was a prisoner, a mare milk, a slave, doomed for the rest of their lives to serve as a demonic offspring and milk mare to give birth. She thought like an animal, only the momentary pleasure. And that’s what it was, which had become of the once-proud draenei. An animal kept on a farm.
The Blood Elf pulled out slowly dripping through their fingers from the column and led them to their lips. Before the eyes of the mare, she gleefully licked the slime from her fingers like. She felt the moisture between her own legs and enjoyed the feeling immensely. Tonight, she would love yourself, alone in her chamber. They would enjoy their pleasure, and think of the delicious taste of the milk mares.
Graceful, as befits a Blood Elf, rose Ravijel from the straw. The Draenei were exhausted from their peak before leaning against the wall here. Lust nectar dripping from their still pulsating light, bare, dark blue shame. Her body jerked slightly, while her breath was racing fast and hectic. Her swollen breasts heaving in rhythm of their breaths.
The elf looked happy at their work. It gave her pleasure, when one of them mares, could be treated in this gentle way. They would most like each day at milking the mares to lick the wet columns. She would care for these gentle way, and they would take their pleasure from it. Sometimes the fairy dreamed of, even once licked by one of the mares to be. She liked the idea, if one of these gentle tongue would touch her own innermost. Briefly slipped her fingers under her own tunic, lifted them, caressing her own column wet lust as she looked at the Draenei, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. She looked at the udder of the mare, looked at the beautiful game in the heaving breasts.
Finally, she forced herself to order. Ravijel picked up the bucket and slid out of the box in which was the Draenei. As they crept past on the next box, her eyes fell upon the daughter of the Draenei. She was also completely helpless in the straw. Her legs were slightly open and the elves could see semen oozed from the gaping shame, Draeneimädchens. She heard sobbing.
She felt pity, but she was also glad that this time the cup of insemination had gone past her. Ravijel knew that they could meet at the farm at any time. The mistress had threatened her several times already this fate. She shuddered at the thought of ending well as the girl here. Quickly, she went on.
When the Undead with their night’s work was finished, she went to the barn door. Outside a storm was still raging. She opened the door and the cold wind rushed past her and blew her hair. She went out into the darkness and turned around. In one hand she held the oil lamp, with the other she closed the stall door.
No sooner had the door closed, she recorded a gust and the lamp light went out. Now she stood there, alone in the dark. Suddenly a strong hand on her shoulder.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” Said a powerful voice to her.
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