Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"It just so happened that I also caught one and let them work together."

Painhurs easily inserted the halberd into the mud, whispered gently in Christina’s ear, breathing warmly, and at the moment when he touched the soft earlobe of the other party, he let the rouge skin be beautiful. It has become more dazzling. I haven't seen them for many days, and the accumulated thoughts instantly ignited the **** of the three of them. The rich hormonal aura was everywhere in this small tent.

In the frantic beating of four hearts, Christina, who was flushed, instantly slumped into the pale arms of the warchief. A pair of beautiful ruby-like eyes, staring affectionately at the face of her lover, her bright red arms, Cross down in front of your body, gently twist the corners of your clothes with your fingers, and slowly pull upwards.

In Painhuis’s increasingly heavy breathing body, the close-fitting sheepskin clothing gradually stripped off the moving body of the rouge horse, revealing the moving curves of her crimson waist, six pack abs and two elegant and fit waistcoats. The lines add a wild beauty to this graceful willow waist.

The peeling action of the sheepskin clothes suddenly became stagnant and stuck in the two huge round mountains. Christina slightly increased the strength of her hands before she barely peeled them off. The two proud snow peaks on her chest were After getting rid of the shackles of the clothes, there were waves of flesh-colored ripples that made people feel like a magnet, which firmly attracted the attention of the warchief and made him linger.

Christian, who was also ignited by the fire of lust, quickly took off his clothes and joined the multiplayer sport. The rouge horse has spring eyes and four slender hooves that gradually change from crimson to dark. Slowly Kneeling and sitting on the sheepskin mattress, with his back facing his spouse, and at the same time revealing the human and horse body, two perfectly attractive back arcs.

Painhurs gently pressed on the other's body, accompanied by the sound of lewd splashes, physical collisions, seductive whispers, and boundless spring colors, spreading in every corner of the tent, and it was petite. The lovely Christian pressed on the body of the pale white horse, and glued the warchief between the two sisters.

The pale warlock twisted his extremely flexible waist and faced the bard on his body, with both hands, among the mountains that towering into the clouds, with one hand, and even unable to grasp, gently twirling and picking, letting that groin Amidst the extreme stimulation, the poet groaned beautifully, like a melodious and melodious sound.

Two Teflins stood awkwardly in the corner of the camp, their faces turned red. For a while, I didn't know whether to watch these three monsters copulate like no one there.

Centaur is a powerful but very pragmatic race. You are a weak goblin, but there are an army of ten thousand goblins behind you? Well, you are our ally, at least, we will treat you as an intelligent creature on the surface.

However, suppose you are a powerful being half-human and half-devil, but we have caught us as a slave? So, in the eyes of people and horses, the poor guy's status may not be as good as the pets raised by humans. Is there any need to be shy when doing something you love to do in front of your pet?

Except for certain tribes who have a particularly strange sexual orientation, the rest of the people will not combine with other species at all, and will only regard the behavior of the previous type of people as purely for fun.

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After a series of rain in Wushan, Painhurs succeeded in defeating his two spouses with his strong physique. With his beautiful long hair, dark and bright red, after the clouds and rain, it became abnormally messy, clinging to them with crystal clear sweat. On top of the ketone body of the beads, the double pedicles are even more attractive.

"Huh—I'll be back in a while. Did you just say that those allies who joined the tribe think that if I die, they can make trouble? I'm going to tell them now that your warchief is still alive. Don't want to subvert the foundation we have worked so hard to create."

Pain Hess picked up a piece of woolen clothing, wiped the sweat from his body, put on the black robes of the archmage, and smoothly took out the sword of the natural disaster that once belonged to the descendants of God's choice.

"This matter is so urgent, are you doing it now?"

The contented bard changed a more comfortable position on the bed and asked lazily.

"Because it is my job to rule and manage the tribe, and you are my family."

The warchief smiled slightly, and quickly rushed out of the camp, gathered six armoured households in iron armor, and asked them to carry the lances with the flag of blood rage, and followed him, patrolling the entire camp. The chiefs of the clans announced their return.

Spears are like forests, and banners are like clouds. The hoof is thunderous, and the cry is loud!

It is true that the people who have seen the return of the white horse are joyful, and the sinister and cunning people who are ready to move, have to put away their own thoughts, no matter how entangled and struggled in their hearts, they still put on a humble posture on the surface, Respectfully lowered his head to welcome the return of the warchief.

With the passage of time, Painhurs quickly announced the news that he was still alive to all the soldiers on the expedition. In the end, only the Panticapone Elf in the camp was left.

At this moment, a dignified and elegant elf mage wearing a moon white dress walked calmly in front of the warchief. Her beautiful face is as poignant as an immortal ice sculpture, cold and beautiful, and her long platinum hair hangs down her curvaceous waist like a waterfall.

"Song of Sabina Blue Sky?"

At a glance, Painhurs recognized the glamorous elf girl who looked like an iceberg, the current governor of Panticapeng.

"Your six hundred mage apprentices, you must have copied a lot of magic knowledge from your compatriots. What is the harvest?"

"Please don't call those elves our compatriots."

Sabina frowned, her eyes showing disgust.

"The elves here have already deviated from the teachings of their ancestors. Can you believe that the glorious and glorious Greek elves are now proud to be citizens of the Roman Empire! They are actually the people of a human empire, Feel the incredible glory?!

My God, we Panticapone, have we been far away from civilization for too long, how could these high elves become like this? "

After complaining about a lot of words, Song of Blue Sky suddenly looked up at Painhurs' cold and cruel golden vertical pupil with an extremely worried gaze.

"Do you know that after the news of the fleet loss and the disappearance of the warchief came, what happened to the tribe members who came here to expedition?"

"I can imagine."

Pain Hess sighed. This tribe relied solely on its own strength, relying on the iron hoof of 30,000 horses to forcefully gather together a huge force. If I really pass away, I’m afraid this seemingly huge but unusually loose tribal alliance will rise as quickly as Attila’s Huns and Fu Jian’s Former Qin, and then quickly split in a fatal blow. ,collapse.

Hey, wait, where's Attila? Could it be said that this world does not have this famous whip of God?

In Sabina's cold face, there is no expression on it, as if the whole person is an ever-frozen ice sculpture, rather than fresh flesh and blood. Invite the warchief to enter your camp.

Painhurs thought for a moment, and with his current strength, even if the opponent wanted to do something, he might not be his opponent, so he followed the governor of the elves and walked into Panticapone's camp.

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"Dear Warchief, I have considered it carefully. Although your disappearance is a false alarm, in the future, if our hard-working tribe really collapses and disintegrates for some reason, what should we do? it is good.

Naturally, your troops don’t need to think about it. They are so powerful that there will be no problems

And those **** greenskins, mighty goblins, and the human barbarians from the north, they all have their own foundations and armies. "

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Painhurs wrapped his hands around his chest and looked down at the governor of the elves. The elven archmage helped him a lot. Moreover, he died because of his misjudgment of the situation and his hometown fell. Therefore, the great The chief always feels a little guilty about this elven city-state.

"However, our Panticapeng was destroyed once by the mighty green-skinned tide, and almost 80% of the population was lost. Today's prosperous city-state is just an illusory bubble and a fragile empty shell."

On the glamorous face of Song of Blue Sky, an imperceptible sadness finally appeared.

"Although the high-level mages were defeated and captured by the green dragon's dragon power, they did not receive a severe blow. However, the grassroots soldiers were almost wiped out, and there was another catastrophe, Panticapeng, which has been passed down for thousands of years. I am afraid that the title will fall into my hands."

Painhurs listened quietly to the other party's words. This elven governor had nearly a thousand apprentices of wizards, Panticapone, and stored various ancient documents. Among the members of the tribe, these elves Is the most advanced and civilized member.

"Didn’t I take an oath? I made the most solemn promise in my life to the remains of Ogilvyin Chaoge. I will save his compatriots and protect you. I will never bear the greenskins and other things. Power’s injury. I have fulfilled my promise and even invited you to join the tribe. Any ally is attacked, and other clans will help. What else can you worry about?"

"Thank you for your assistance at that time. However, the life span of a mortal is like a sad bug that dies day and night. It is fleeting. After you a hundred years, the newborns of our generation of elves have not even grown up yet, your solemn oath. How many bloodthirsty monsters on the grassland can be restrained? A tribe? Or a clan?"

Sabina said without any expression.

"Elf, you are thinking too far away."

Painhurs shook his head speechlessly.

"Look, this is the difference between our races. Warchief, the lives of you and your people are too short, but our elves are not. This matter must be taken seriously..."

The Song of Blue Sky said very solemnly.

"We, the elves of Panticapone, need more specific commitments and more binding terms."

In the pale warlock's eyes, a ray of angry flame burned, and the other party seemed to be a bit intolerant. He barely suppressed his emotions, wanting to hear what outrageous words the Governor would say.

"So, what do you want? Sabina?"

The Song of Blue Sky took a deep breath, as if determined to make some kind of decision. Ten delicate and dripping fingers gently untied his long skirt, and let the soft cloth fall to the ground along the slender and round thighs along the waist that he was gripping.

The governor of the elves exposed his curvaceous body, small and exquisite, but uniquely flavored twin peaks, and large pieces of blow-breakable, white and delicate skin like snowflakes.

Even if she is standing naked in front of a monster, feeling the blazing gaze, scanning every piece of skin under her body, there is still no trace of shyness on the cold and beautiful face like frost. Even other looks.

"Warchief, let's have a baby, blood is the strongest bond between allies."

PS: It’s the end of the month. Tomorrow is a new month. Please use the monthly ticket you get for free in June and enjoy it on the naked body of the elves~