Chapitre 11: Falling On The Mattress Pad
A horrid storm blew.
We were on board Cyrus, flying us with his great strength smoothly amid the clouds, dear Arash and me, and behind me - as he insisted - the loving fan Fusan, behind him Wahara and embraced by her master Amid.
The last thing I remember before the disaster was that Fusan was sticking to me completely, but I did not give him my attention, and I let him bask in my back, while I whispered to Arch:
"Arch.. Don't shirk and be honest."
He asked me as he steered Cyrus away from a giant black mass approaching us:
"What are you asking, my charming friend?"
"Do you really want men without women? You know, if you crave both varieties, I don't mind."
"And why are you asking, curious brat?"
"Because I love.....! I love knowing my friends for who they are."
"I love....."!
His expression was amputated with the sudden wind, the turbulence of Cyrus ' flight, and the release of his raven-like voice. The storm hit us at the wrong time.
I quickly took out the map and pointed it to the left:
"There, Arch... At the ridge."
He tried hard to grab Cyrus ' bridle and guide him, but the storm began to manipulate us with terrible cruelty and violence, and Cyrus landed as low as possible, over a nearby swamp, which happened in time because everyone fell.
The storm was so strong that it divided us all, we screamed, I heard the beating of Cyrus and then I could not hear or see anything, and then I came out of the nasty waters, and the wind rolled me into a nearby bush, and I hid in the roots of a giant tree as I trembled, and lightning, thunder, and tornadoes were erupting everywhere until I lost consciousness in horror, and everything calmed down.
Suddenly I opened my eyes when the warm ray fell on her.
The scene was dazzling.
The colors of trees, roses, and little animals are everywhere, and nature plays its most beautiful melodies as if we were not in the midst of a deadly storm a few hours ago... How much I slept I don't know. All I know is that my bones hurt from the fall, that I'm hungry like a dragon, and that my body smells ugly because of a swamp. The map in my clothes was intact, and I found that I was in a small forest very close to the valley of the Dwarves. I mumbled in sloth:
"I'm dirty."
"No, my princess, sex is an urgent need for all people, and when I fuc*ed you with a holy pen*s, I was...!" Wahara told me.
I was surprised by her presence, and by her words loaded with misunderstanding, but I quickly interrupted her:
"What are you saying, I mean I'm literally dirty, and I need a shower."
The maid opened her mouth as an expression of understanding, and then attracted me to a nearby rivulet whose voice I heard throbbing, and butterflies and squirrels everywhere, as if they were singing the song of eternal beauty, we took off our clothes and washed them, and then spread them on a branch of a nearby tree،
And we went down in the rill where the water reaches my waist to bathe, and I wonder all the time where Amid, Fusan, and most importantly Arash were.
We went out and went to eat the delicious berries and blueberries nearby, to end our hunger.
An hour later, all of a sudden, twenty fighting dwarfs surrounded us, and I screamed because of my nakedness, and Wahara screamed because of surprise, and I rushed to put on my clothes that were not yet completely dry, while Wahara screamed at them naked:
"What do you want? We just lost the way."
Their commander told us:
"I am the Prince (Mendig), and we do not harm women, come to our valley until the king decides his opinion on you."
I was reassured by his decision, and he seemed to me a gentleman, though his head was barely reaching my chest, and Wahara moved ahead of me, and I pulled her, looking sharply at the branch of the tree, and she said bewilderedly:
"What?"
"Your clothes, idiot."
She released a raunchy laugh and picked up her clothes, wearing them in no hurry, and then we moved with the dwarfs.
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Prince Mendig, told our story to the king of the Dwarves, a story that I read to him, in which I told everything except the mention of my real name, and he said, scratching his chin:
"We have a legend that says that an intelligent man and woman will arrive in our country, receiving the already great sword of Rokushta."
I told him eagerly:
"Yes. And the man is on the way. the storm just divided us."
"Which man, and what you describe? Is he fuc*ing you"
Hesitated. Perhaps Amid will come, perhaps Arch will come, and perhaps neither one nor the other will come, and Fusan will arrive instead. What to do? Do I tell him he's a strange man? I said after hesitation:
"He's the man who's going to hug me."
He looked at the king of the Dwarves sitting on his throne made of polished emeralds in the middle of his court as if he did not believe me - I have to be very careful of this man with a giant beard - and then said later:
"You are a smart woman, Shirin, so we will give you the sword that we have been guarding for hundreds of years if you answer two questions and do two things. I believe in the myth, and the myth says that a woman or a man will fulfill those conditions."
Wahara whispered to me in fear:
"Do not accept, my lady. The conditions may be impossible to implement, my master Amid will undoubtedly save us."
"Agree."
I said it decisively to the king, and Wahara's eyes widened in panic, and the King pointed to Prince Mendig, so he explained this:
"The two questions are about love, and the two questions are about war."
"Tell me."
"The first question: a yellow mountain without sand, the top of it ooze a volcano without fire."
I looked at wahara in absolute bewilderment, but she had grown up on the stories of the dwarves and seemed to realize the solution, and the Prince hastened to warn her when she approached me to whisper, acclaiming:
"If you cheat, the deal is over... No whispering, no verbal overtones."
Wahara said objectionably:
"Well I will not whisper, can I ask my lady in a clear voice to help me with something private?"
"Speak out loud."
Looking at her chest, wahara said:
"Scratch me, my lady here, I feel itchy."
My eyebrows curl, I rub her t*ts, she looks straight into my eyes and prevents herself from hinting with difficulty, until my eyes suddenly gleam with a glimmer of understanding, and I say to the Prince:
"It's the breast... Yellow because it is the color of the skin, and its volcano is nip*le fluids."
The King smiled and the audience applauded enthusiastically, and Prince Mendig felt that he was taken for a ride. said:
"The second question: a red Valley, opening and closing, inhabited by a tribe of whites."
I almost said the vulva, but Wahara hurried with a warning, and I paid attention to the phrase "tribe of whites" and I began to think slowly. He said the two questions about love, ' what is this strange Valley?' I bit my lips in anxiety, and then suddenly noticed the solution:
"It's lips. Lips are red, open and close during kissing, inhabited by our white teeth."
The sly King laughed, and the wise men and the Governing Council applauded more strongly and enthusiastically until the hall was filled with their voices, and Prince Mendig turned to me and said:
"Well done, Shirin, now the two works that will prove your worth to get the great historical sword remain, the first work is the falling on the mattress pad. And your partner will try it before you because we don't have TALL WOMEN today."
I said cautiously:
"From how high?"
"Not a great height, only a meter and a half, that's it, the height of our tallest dwarf."
Wahara looked at me with fear, and I told her:
"What? Someone's gonna throw me over a soft mattress... What could make it bad"
She was worried by an inner sense that might have been simply wrong, and the Prince completes:
"The second action will be the opposite, we will throw the mattress pad on you."
"And what weight?"
"By the weight of one of our dwarfs."
I said in relief:
"Agree. I think I would love to fall over the mattress pad."
Half an hour later they brought their strongest elf, called Green Rock, who stood behind Wahara to carry her, she will try before me, and then came a strange-looking elf completely naked, then slept in front of her on the ground, and I wondered in innocence:
"Where's the mattress pad?"
The beautiful dwarf sleeping on his back surprised me, and he answers me with an erect co*k:
"I am (Mattress Pad)."
My eyes widened in a stupor, and the green rock suddenly removed Wahara's clothes, then carried her, pointed her p**sy over the rod (bedspread), and then threw it on him.
Wahara screamed
And the dwarf writhing from pain and pleasure under her then unwrapped him, so she gasped with the separation, which they heard a sound like the sound of absorption, and tossed her again, so (Mattress Pad) screamed in a sharp voice, because the male rod this time did not penetrate her vag**a, because of the inaccuracy of the throw.
I shouted an objection:
"This is cheating."
Wahara came out of the challenge feeling pain down her stomach, then it was my turn, Soma wobbled in her pod, and I felt that the poor dwarf living on borrowed time now, they took off my pink dress and completely stripped me, dragged the injured (Mattress Pad), and then they came up with another stronger dwarf named (Twined Pillow) and threw me on top of him. Soma was freed at lightning speed, rushed to slit his throat, and on the way to his neck flew his stiff pe*is, it did not penetrate my vag**a.
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Then came the second challenge, they were distraught at what had happened, but they revered the legend beyond their ability to fear Soma.
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The peoples and groups of Orioum
The Commandos: The Commandos are directly belonged to (The Founding Commando), the famous historical hunter who hunted a roc alone, but the first storm came at the wrong time, so he lost the bones of the roc, and thus was the second candidate to whom the rule of General Judgment could apply after (Salhador the Conqueror), And because he had witnesses to his lost precious prey, and they survived the Ruin, this helped him to claim the limited possession over the most skilled prairie hunters. No one knows the exact origins of (the Founding Commando), although the students of the School of Wises believe that he got royal training in the manors of (Calcador the Greater), due to the presence of some lineage and kinship. They have been nicknamed the Scorpions for their supernatural taming of double-stinger scorpions, and they are distinguished by not being afraid of death, not carrying names, only arranging according to skill and influence, such as the First and Second Commando...etc. They hate the sea, their relations with Bulls are unfriendly, and their most experienced automatic join in to be hunting companions of the kings and rulers of the great walls and castles of Orioum .
To be continued...
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