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Chapter 20-6

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:51

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Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:52

A large hall carefully enchanted and furnished with a very chic and stylish interior. In the hall, numerous very important elves sat arguing about something consistently and confidently, each having their position, thoughts, and arguments. At the head of the table is a beautiful and desirable elf woman, who you can look at and immediately realize is a real Queen of the purest quality. The perception-image seems to move away from the hall and the elves gathered in it. It is visible that the scene takes place not in the palace, but in a skillfully made model of it, occupying a huge hall of a very familiar dungeon, which has now expanded not to a single room, but to a whole complex of rooms. The hall, darkness, silence, inaudible humming and rustling of totems and etheric streams, a fragment of the palace raised above the model, enlarged and approximated by special charms, was dragged closer to Stepan, and he levitated above his creation and actively used the gift.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 20:50

Around the model of the hall-room, in which quite real figures the size of toy soldiers, repeating everything after their prototypes, conduct their conversation, hover whole hosts of spirits, both small and not so small, both weak and very powerful, helping to maintain communication with a huge envolt, to make it unnoticeable and undetected. And from the fingers of the shaman flow the finest ghostly threads, parts of his spiritual body, entangling the figures sitting in the hall, showing considerable skill in a very exotic school of Thread Magic, which has entered into synergy with envolt, a territorial facet of witchcraft and control of his phantom flesh. These threads entwine all the figures at once, but most of all they are drawn to the Queen, who continues to say something about budget expenditures and plans for the coming decades, about how much the auction purchases of their ward's system have helped them recover.

Camrad_RIP 22.03.25 в 06:32

The moment of decisive action comes. The threads braided all present and now two of them penetrate the nipples of the Queen figure, and another one is braided into a knot around the energy node responsible for the clitoris. A moment and magic go along the threads, numerous commands and manifestations of will, mental-suggestive influences, and witchcraft affecting the mind and body. They go, penetrating through all the defenses, all the obstacles, all the barriers as if they did not exist and Stepan's influences did not exist for the defense. The Queen, who was calmly and deliberately saying something, sharply and unexpectedly stops talking, her eyes bulge when her breasts are literally pulled out of her clothes by an invisible force, and then shamefully and uncontrollably cum, simultaneously giving out a powerful squirt and rolling her eyes in an involuntary grimace of the purest ahegao, as earthly connoisseurs would say.

Camrad_RIP 22.03.25 в 06:38

As soon as she comes to her senses, she tries to say something and call for guards, guards or something else, but it is as if she is not heard. The elves continue the meeting, while the Queen, demanding to deal with what happened, climbs on the table, spreads her legs and begins to masturbate passionately, twisting her nipples and threatening to cum again, right on top of them, if they didn't pay attention to her. They didn't pay attention, and she carried out her threat, immediately opening her eyes again in shock and realization of how warped her thinking was. She beckoned to her guardian, a surprisingly beautiful and cold elf, demanding that she grope the stranger's will in her sweet elf ass. The guardian silently and with the usual cold indifference lubricated her palms and hands with oil brought by the servant, and then began to work out the Queen's ass, first with careful touches of fingers, then with several phalanges at once, and then with a whole fist.

Camrad_RIP 22.03.25 в 06:40

So, with the keeper's fist in her ass, the elf cum once more, realizing again that her thoughts had been distorted again. She's already starting to pick up on the pattern, but striving to find a way out of the situation, realizing that it's not just her that's being affected, but everyone else present as well. She issues a password-alarm to the secret guards sitting away from the room, who quickly arrive at her call, strip, and oil her body, and plug her ass with a vibrating butt plug while the Queen sucks her rescuers. Then the secret guards return to their observation posts, the models of which, along with the figures, circle around Stepan working his magic while remaining part of the overall layout. The queen realizes again, again demands help, again receives it, and again realizes that she has demanded another debauchery for herself.

Camrad_RIP 22.03.25 в 06:44

The queen is getting fucked.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 15:57

The queen fucks.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 15:57

She has been fucked by everyone in the hall, cumming on her naked body and allowing to be replaced by new participants, and she continues to give commands, believing that her exposure is over and it is time to deal with what has happened. She realizes over and over again what is happening to her, about every hundred or so who cum on her. The office is full today, even the servants of the lesser races are allowed in, on an exceptional basis, and the Queen remembers that she planned and authorized their visits, having made sure that a couple of hours' fallout would not have any serious consequences for the Palace's administrative apparatus a week ago. The Queen, like the table on which she lies, is already almost invisible behind the liters and liters of seed poured on and into her, but time after time she continues to solve her problem. Each time in a new way. Eating the seed so much that it leaked out of her anus, literally washing out her entire body without harming her microflora, then rubbing it into herself, intending to use it as a ritual raw material for the ritual of cutting off and blocking control, then doing something else equally perverse and shameful, shameful and frighteningly pleasurable.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 11:42

For a moment, she does not get up from the massive table, lying down and only breathing heavily, blowing bubbles and trying to understand - does it seem that everything is over, or is it another trap, followed by a new humiliation? She is thinking very diligently, not noticing how not elves, but elven women, magicians, officials, heads of departments and apparatuses, even her aunt came to visit, even the mistress of the White Tower came to lick the still protruding nipples of the Queen. She realizes again, panics again, tries again to think of something, finding salvation in licking the pussies of those who licked her just a short time ago, realizes again, looks for a way again, finds a way again, again, again, again, again.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 11:47

The queen is no longer looking for ways, not even trying to do anything, just not resisting while she is being knocked, fucked by her acquaintances and subordinates. She silently obeys any commands, realising that if she even wants to resist, she will immediately think of another great way. Then the thought comes into her head that this indifferent humility could have been put into her too and she starts laughing, first bitterly and madly, but then merrily and playfully, foolishly and lustfully giggling while her ass is being fucked, having pulled out the gag, by her assistant. And then, when even Stepan's spells and spirits, all his envolts could no longer maintain the harmlessness of such entertainment for the Queen, another figure, familiar to the Queen, appears in the hall, causing an attack of fear, which is quickly washed away by another orgasm.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 14:29

Intercepting Stepan's threads, the horny girl tugs at the Queen's nipples and clitoris with those threads, playfully and mockingly asking how she liked her gift? Promising that this is only the first of their meetings, the first of such events. She will gladly return all the elven hospitality to her. A thousand plans, tactics, and techniques mature in the Queen's mind to counter such a threat. Goodness, they were indeed prepared in advance, but the demoness only asks - does the Queen seriously think she will be allowed to realise this threat? In response, the Queen throws herself at the illusion-figure of the demoness, vengefully and violently licking her to orgasm and thereby banishing her. Then she dressed, cleansed herself, finished the meeting, and did not even bring up the subject of the strange obsession. She had definitely banished the evil creature, so there was no need for additional checks or reflections on the subject. But it is necessary to take the first portions of the long-ordered alchemy to enlarge her tits, to get at last the udders worthy of the Queen, as well as to pierce her nipples with decorative rings, which have a spell of gradual suppression of intelligence and cognitive abilities.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 14:31

Yes, that's exactly what she'll do, and by the end of next year she'll be dumb enough to have forgotten how to read most of the languages ​​she knows!

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:53

The illusion-figure of the demoness crumbles to dust, and the threads controlling the figure are pulled back into the special gloves worn by the real demoness, not the puppet one levitating beside Stepan. With a satisfied nod at his success, she bends upright in the air and covers his face with her left foot, causing him to moan indignantly and cum on the other foot, which pressed his cock against his belly. Drops of semen fall on the huge model, but do not reach it, being intercepted by the will of the horned beauty, who attracts the shaman, who is outraged by the actions of his slave and starts kissing him. The latter, of course, is her master and controls his faithful toy in every possible way, so well that there is no need to even think about how, when, by what method he subdued her, no need to check this subordination or even try to improve or change it. But now he suddenly stopped wanting to reprimand her, so he decided to punish the infernal contagion with hard and strengthened by the advanced master's level of tantric magic sex, right in the levitation that had become weightlessness for the two of them.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 14:34

And beneath them glittered the ever-changing shades of magical sounding model-envolt of the palace, but it seemed to them both that the whole world, the universe was beneath them at that moment.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 20:52

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Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:53

A huge city by the standards of the fantasy-medieval world, even from a bird's-eye view, characterized by a very orderly development, like an image of the Sun. The Sun shines above the city, bright and at its zenith, flooding the world with midday warmth, despite the fact that at this moment in time it is winter and night. The Sun shining in the sky is not exactly the Sun that is a star, but a literal manifestation of the will of the deity that illuminates this piece of reality. In a way it, this luminary of the divine level can be considered, if not a direct incarnation of god, then its materialized and stable-static attribute, which is not rejected by reality. And hence the power of the deity is so great here as nowhere else, as no one else's, hence he rules here by his will. A constant blessing, even a group of them, a bunch of protective and signaling charms hidden in the rays of the sun, as well as the ability to harvest three crops a year in the entire immediate area is just a nice bonus here.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 11:49

Stepan doesn't give a shit about this bonus. And he doesn't enjoy it too much. Because it is not for nothing that they say that you can look at the Sun through a telescope only twice - with the left and the right eye. He does not look through the telescope, he does not look at all, but falls slowly, smoothly, barely moving on the surface of this sun, becoming at the same time incredibly light and equally incredibly invisible, covered with several extremely specific higher spirits, skilful manifestations of witchcraft, classical enchantments and concealing fields, as well as a whole bunch of other ways to make himself invisible and invisible, like an offence in the eyes of a bribed traffic policeman. Not to mention the fact that his stealth is enhanced by a good dozen envolts, each of which is additionally fuelled by totems, territory, and enhancing spirits. At this moment, Stepan had enough trump cards in terms of stealth to stealthily approach even this fucking sunshine. He's almost matched in stealth to the empty bucket-armed protagonist of Skyrim! Okay, okay, he's already lied here, he's already exaggerated, but he's still very stealthy.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 14:39

Invisible enough to land directly on the surface of the Sun, simultaneously real and immaterial, shifting and shifting into another dimension, becoming five-dimensional or one-dimensional when needed, shrinking into a point. It is enough to walk on the back of the Sun, which is looking behind the city below. Yes, in other circumstances, the god, who bears the sonorous name of the Sun, would probably notice an extra passenger on his attribute, no matter how he hides, but that's the only reason Stepan started the diversion operation down there. Nothing dangerous or bloody, he was not a terrorist, no matter how he was persuaded in all sorts of ways, no, only non-lethal methods of influence and a lot of sick fantasy.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 16:03

People start dancing in three large-scale squares at once. At first they danced and moved in an inaudible rhythm, and then new and new forces joined the resulting group, until the whole market began to dance. And the guard dances together with the pot-bellied peddler, and the huge iron bright paladin in full gear, twirls in a dance the merrily laughing drunken girl, who, it seems, could not even realise that there is some terrible shit going on. In each of the taverns, every innkeeper gets the simultaneous idea to roll out barrels of wine and give free drinks to everyone. For some reason, the singers start singing obscene songs about the Sun, although it can be considered a prayer, but somehow it's even uncomfortable, considering the context. Beautiful and very pleasant-smelling flowers, reminiscent of tulips, begin to grow from the paving stones and roofs of the houses, except that the smell of these flowers has an effect comparable to concentrated hashish, but without addiction or unpleasant hallucinations - just a cheerful mood. A bunch of birds, which flew into the city despite the forbidding charms and prayers, began to bombard the guards, the Inquisition, and other authorities, who fell out on the streets under the strong and cunning, but still not absolutely omnipotent charms.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 16:13

The sun has something to look at. It, like those who pray to it, is rapidly penetrating through the spells and disguises that covered those spells, trying to understand who made this mess and why. Trying, and then realizing that such a large-scale and useless action could be arranged for the sole purpose - to divert attention from something really important. Immediately, the already on-duty reinforced guards near all the important points, the first temple was put under siege, St. Magdalena was dragged away under a fivefold guard, ready to shoot to kill with battle wands and prayers in the squares at every too harsh sneeze. The sun remembers how recently the enemy and sacrilegious one seemed to have struck his blow, remembers how he almost succeeded in striking it, remembers, and therefore does not make repeated mistakes. Neither the deity himself nor those who sincerely worship him. The lesson is too fresh, too well remembered.

Camrad_RIP 28.03.25 в 19:53

But not even the most obvious thing, the most fucking simple and impossible thing at the same time, would have occurred to the Sun-Face. What if the blow this time would be struck not on his temple and blood, not on any of the important figures, not on the King Priest, but on the Sun himself? It is nonsense, it is impossible. A direct confrontation with the god no one can win. Sun-Face checks this direction and doesn't sense the approach of another deity. This is nonsense, with which Stepan completely agrees, touching the surface of the Sun with his palm, which has become incredibly black, touching and as if letting the threads of blackness into the material of the attribute. The threads turn from black to the same bright sunny, mimicking the medium perfectly. So perfectly that even a god would not immediately be able to calculate such an attack. And they also hit the flesh-light attribute a few minutes ago, just as the entire clergy and the god himself were distracted by the foolish jokes of an unknown joker.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 14:44

Stepan attacks. He strikes with what he does best - suggestion and confusion, because all his leveling is in one way or another focused on that, and he is stronger at it than any of his other sides. The blow makes even a god slow down. It makes him dull a little, takes a few seconds to burn out the web of doubt and darkness on his mind with light. And he burns it out, through all the overrides, the jumper blocks, through all the envolt catchers, including a couple of miniature solar city layouts that amplify Stepan's influence. The light of the sun burns away the influence, clears the mind, and burns away the stun. Just in time for the god, who has almost completely shifted into his best creation, fearing that the enemy seeks to destroy that creation, an ever-present attribute of reality, to realize his mistake. He had time to notice what was hidden from him, hiding trap after trap, and to think and mumble audibly, for the whole hail, putting an image-word into the heads of all who heard and believed in it, to say: “Oh, fuck...” - He had no time to finish.

Camrad_RIP 28.03.25 в 19:56

The miniature altars and totems set up all over the city, some recently delivered and some replacing pieces of the city, like that inn, which was in fact one huge totem, worked properly. They were just missed in the commotion, not noticing their power gains, the preparation of one particular invocation. An appeal to a spirit that was so great that it was foolish to call it so. The godlike entity, which did not live from prayers and did not require such, reluctantly appeared in the real world, choking everything around it with its power, and the Sun-Face was still busy burning out the remnants of the stun and could neither react, nor defend, nor strike, nor even run away. The pressure of the spirit, which had long been preparing to come, preparing to reveal itself, and therefore broke through into reality instantly and in full force, rather than slowly and exposing itself to blows in the moment of vulnerability, is like a sweet and heady fruit ale pouring into the ears and mouth, on the tongues of the entire population of the city remains the taste of heady cherry, and the entity is already striking, has already struck, even before its appearance, just only now this blow has become truly unimaginable and irreversible.

Camrad_RIP 28.03.25 в 20:00

The spirit was not a killer. The Sun would repel a deadly attack. Nor was he a curser or a bringer of foulness, which was the sort of thing the Sun-Face could overcome, certainly not in the place of his power. If not completely overcome, he would reduce it to a terrible wound, or even a not too terrible, but definitely not completely missed enemy pitch. The spirit didn't kill or curse, it fucking blessed all those within a radius of the city and another eight kilometers from it, where God's grace was thickest in general. The spirit blessed and the old got their youth back, the crippled got their limbs back, the blind got their sight, the sick got their health. It is hard to call such an attack, hard to call it hostility at all. But the effect of the divine essence, which left the instant it made its move, even before the move was finished, was not limited to health, rejuvenation, or healing.

Camrad_RIP 28.03.25 в 20:04

Beauty and desirability came next. All those exposed would become more beautiful than they were, the ugly would turn into cute, the pretty into beautiful, and the beautiful into something just wow. And this beauty, as well as health, will be with them until their last breath. Even dying of old age, until their last month of life, they will look beautiful, only at the end of the rapid decline. Even their descendants, in general all those who live on this land, in this city, will become healthier and more beautiful little by little, if they get the right to call themselves a resident of Iyastar. And at the end came the last influence, which guaranteed that only girls and women, nymphets and milfs, beauties and seductresses would be nice and beautiful, because all the men present in the sunny town over fifteen winters had their sex changed by the spiritual distortion of reality. So that the features of the old appearance were visible, if necessary, rejuvenated, but already in a female form. The Queen Priestess looked perplexed at the mantle fluttering around her lush, DD breasts. The green-skinned leader of the Bright Paladins looked frantically at her pants, unable to find what she was looking for. The rejuvenated Archilictor, who looked barely forty years old, dropped her face into her palms longingly.

Camrad_RIP 28.03.25 в 20:07

And in the sky, the Sun-Face, who had also fallen under the influence of the entity that was recognized as the deity's equal, was raving, incarnating into reality and striving to find, to find, to track down the shaman who had instantly disappeared in a chain of teleports, not paying attention to the fact that the multi-meter tall figure covered by the sun's rays was perfectly distinguishable by truly divine tits and ass. The second sun over the city had shrunk, changed its shape and split in two, resembling a pair of tits with nipples sticking out. The shaman continued to leave by other paths, combining his movements in space with sending out hundreds and hundreds of deceptions that would prevent the enemy from finding him. He also giggled disgustingly in the process, because he had successfully activated one of the super-elite mass area tokens just after the mass gender-bender.

Camrad_RIP 28.03.25 в 20:18

The token with the name “Sweet Cheap” was effective only on beautiful women, only in a certain territory, and only while these women were in the territory. If they left, the effect would be gone; if they returned, the effect would return. The effect that makes women quite normal to the idea of trading their own bodies for money, if the buyer is at least a little handsome, and also if there are no other urgent matters, and the sex itself for a few coins will not interfere with their business or does not threaten their goals. And yes, to buy this love will be extremely cheap. An ordinary beauty who used to be just a worker will give in all holes for a coin, but for privacy with the Queen Priestess will have to pay no less than a full purse of silver, but better gold. The mind of victims themselves will think out the reasons and logic of why it is necessary to accept money that is ridiculous for them and what amount to demand.

Camrad_RIP 28.03.25 в 20:22

At the same time, in the whole territory of the token, strangely coinciding with the territory of the blessing of the godly spirit, it is impossible to get sick and get infected with STDs. Any man who perfectly understands the impropriety of the whole situation, unlike women, will immediately forget about everything suspicious as soon as he leaves the zone of the token's control. Passing notes and spying don't work either. To the observer or to the curator reading the report, everything described will seem completely normal, and the fantasies of the inventor are just an unfortunate joke or the result of a nervous breakdown. Stepan kept laughing and laughing, realizing that the sunny capital would become the capital of red lights in the very near future, all thanks to him and his amazingly successful joke.

Camrad_RIP 28.03.25 в 19:45

He fell out of the last in the long-long chain of teleport, giggling and almost cumming from fun, and next to him his horny little sister was laughing, waving her tail cheerfully and pinching her sister's nipples of the fifth size breast.... because Stepan, in the course of his and only his cheerful idea to joke properly with the sun-lovers who offended his little sister, somehow did not take into account, he also fell under the blessing of the spirit. No, after such a feat she has enough free currency to buy another gender-bender token, systemic one, as it is and the corresponding meta-skill, but the little sister pinches the nipples of the laughing and cumming popadanka so cheerfully that she forgets more and more that once she did not have such tits at all.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 14:47

It's so nice to forget for his lil sis.

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:54

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Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:53

A vaguely familiar office, furnished in soft and soothing yet austere tones, as well as an easily recognizable hypnotist doctor in the chair opposite, looking at Stepan attentively with cross pupils. The young man looks over Dr. Laghan, dressed in an emphatically businesslike, but so tight and seductive suit, feeling his eyes involuntarily sticking to the fabric-accentuated forms of a very respected specialist. The latter only smiles, reclining in the chair and throwing her stocking-clad legs and black patent-heeled shoes directly onto the heavy doctor's table. Stepan, who already knows that he adores looking at Dr. Laghan's sweet feet, habitually makes a great effort not to start kissing them. Instead, he reclines back in his chair, feeling his cock throbbing, gripping the armrests with his hands and trying not to let on that he's about to cum. Will come. Splash out. Will spill out. At the mere sight of Dr. Laghan's legs. Or her tits. Or her eyes. Or her now invisible buttocks. Dr. Laghan is a pleasure to look at. And to cum.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 13:28

"Well, Stepan, we have done an excellent job of overcoming your natural resistance to passionate attraction, so our therapy can be considered almost finished and completely successful." Her smile is now a little predatory, but at the same time affectionate and soothing, making the patient nod quickly, quickly, and smile contentedly. "As you can see, the proper erotic hypnotherapy can easily cure any silly thoughts in your head, can't it? Well, if the patient is still immersed in hypnosis, because you, Stepan, of course....."

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 13:24

"I've never been hypnotized by you." He picked up on it immediately, feeling a flash of pleasure shoot through him and struggling to hold back the seed spurting out of him. "I can't be hypnotized. Any thoughts of my mind being affected are nonsense, unworthy of my time, and must be forgotten."

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 13:19

She smiles even more contentedly, dropping her shoes right on the table and suggestively wiggling her fingers, clad in tight stockings. The air in the office smells of cherries, sweet and intoxicating, and Stepan does not notice how he cum at the mere sight of those moving fingers. He cumming under the mocking good-natured laughter of his favorite doctor. Their conversation, however, continued, the doctor asked about the latest news and events of his life, commenting separately on some moments, especially she liked the story with the steppe woman, its ending and blushing Stepan, who admitted that he had made her cum and forget, so that she wouldn't say any nonsense and wouldn't interfere with her thoughts about smoky slipery peasant bitches with sweet juicy slipery peasant village tits, got the doctor's approval and assurance that it was quite a normal reaction on his part, nothing to worry about at all.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 13:22

"Hmm, what an interesting situation, Stepan, such a curious one. Tell me more about this Mark on your friend." Seeing his indignant look, she shuts his mouth, which was already open in indignation, with a touch of her foot, almost forcing him cum again, and then calms him with a tender, almost maternal tone. "Well, well, Stepanushka. I remember. I remember that you can't stand her, that you had to risk and fight because of a bad girl, my good man. Let you tell your doctor all about her Mark, about her mommy's Mark, and then we'll think together how to punish the bad girl, how to punish her bad mommy."

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 13:18

And he talks, he tells, but he feels his mind drifting too far away, making the office seem not like an office but like a roundel of dreams, images of those dreams, and the furious, frustrated Dr. Laghan stops their conversation, nodding at the dancing walls and putting her shoes back on, instead unbuttoning her jacket and shirt, revealing her scarlet tits, her dark magenta nipples, and her firm belly, contoured and taut.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 20:55

"We have so little time, my sleepers are tired enough as it is, it's hard for them to keep us here, honey." She speaks quite incomprehensibly, but somehow understandably, though these are not the words and understanding you expect from a hypnotist doctor in the ordinary office of a practicing psychologist. "I highly recommend you, Stepan-chan, to take a walk around the city. It's good for you. It's pleasant. It gives rest to the mind and joy to the body. You want to go for a walk in the city, Stepan. You should walk the streets. You want to see the Dantmark. You know, you remember which alley they're waiting for you in."

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 20:54

"Yes, Doctor, I want to go for a walk." He exhales tiredly and contentedly, not opening his eyes from the scarlet tits, tits, tits, tits, tits. “I want to go for a walk. To look at Dantmark. I know where to go. I know.”

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 15:58

He really does know from somewhere, he remembers, it's unclear how and why, he nods agreeing with everything and, to his shame, he falls asleep right there at the table in the doctor's office. The doctor... what is her name, why does he, to his shame, forget her name every time? Name? Whose name? What does he forget?

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:57

What?

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:56

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Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:56

The shaman woke up fully rested and in a great mood, smiling at the new day and the new possibilities, as if he had seen some motivational advertisement from TED talk. With a yawn and a sweet stretch, he slid off the bed, lazily casting a spell to make all the seed stains on him and on the bed disappear, trying in passing to remember what he had dreamed about that night. There was only a pleasant emptiness in his memory, so it must have been dreaming again about nice luscious lubed peasant bitches with sweet juicy lubed slippery peasant tits that had caused such a stain on his reputation. Well, if only there was someone here who could see that stain and charge him with it, and not just the controlled bloodsuckers and processed servants alone. Sylvia only said hello to him, not taking her eyes off some alchemy treatise delivered to her not so long ago, reading the yellowed and in some places blurred by time. It was because the creators of the treatise had skimped on household enchantments and the previous owners hadn't taken care of the condition of the treatise that she'd bought it so cheaply, and the section she needed was still intact.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 10:41

Wishing Sylvia good luck in her scientific and practical research, he silently packed up and set out resolutely for a walk and some relaxation in the city. He stumbled and fell just before he reached the door that had become a passage through the darkness, but he managed to regroup and get to his feet quickly. The young man looked around bewildered and even called a few spirits, because it could certainly seem to him in such a relaxed state, but he had the impression that he had been kicked in the ass by a very heavy sample of shoes. Either army boots, lead shoes, gold sandals, or uranium flip-flops. He blinked a few times, almost daring to check his mind for signs of suggestion. Such clear images of something strange and unreal shouldn't just roll in. He was a shaman, but he hadn't called at all in the last twenty-four hours, so there was no place for traces of figurative fragments.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 10:58

Yes, he had almost decided not to go anywhere, but to spend the day on the long-neglected complex checks of mind and senses. He had the necessary knowledge, and he promised himself to apply it regularly, and even applied it regularly, but so many things came down, as if he had been pressed by juicy sweet lubricated slippery slippery slimy peasant tits of a cute peasant bitch, and he was a little paranoid about this facet of paranoia. Just the usual types of protection and reinsurance, as well as conspiracy in general he maintains.... It didn't matter, he was waiting for the city, unremarkable streets and, perhaps, a tavern. He wanted not so much to eat and drink as to be in the company of people, and in a normal body, and not a disembodied spirit hanging over someone else's shoulder.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 11:08

The weather wasn't great, to be honest. The first rain for many days, almost a torrential downpour, but some juicy sweet lubricated slippery greasy sissy village force kept him from looking at the opened heavens and returning to warmth and dryness. To the long accustomed and obligatory distraction and slight distortion of appearance, the spirits of warmth and dryness were added, warming and preventing from getting wet, as well as another spirit of rain, which prevented the drops from touching the body and clothes, eating them one millimeter away from the touch. The shaman wandered through the rainy city, listening to the spirits of wind and storm that played in the clouds, concluding that it would be better not to show one's face at all for the next day and a half, and that the inhabitants of the slums and the port should be prepared for flooding. The port would be covered with magic, and there were geomancy-enhanced embankments to keep the river from washing them away, but the slums would be flooded.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 11:11

The uncharacteristic summer rainstorm was not so unexpected. The Earthman had received a warning from his spirits, his totems also had a weather control and tracking module. The increased precipitation was no surprise, but what did surprise him was his reaction to the walk. If at first he was haunted by classical thoughts in the style of “why didn't I sit at home?”, then after the first half an hour he caught a kind of melancholic positive mood, wandering along the flooded alleys, looking at the rare passers-by, He jumped on rooftops, putting the spirits of animal jumpers in his feet, looked up at the sky, catching the drops of their tears with his peaceful face, and as if he washed away all the accumulated stress and fatigue.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 11:18

Despite the protection of the spirits, he was still a little cold. The weather attack was too strong, and he had separately ordered the spirit not to increase the heating. There was a certain charm in the cold wetness, too. And so, wandering through the puddles, he came to this alley. It was a dead end near a small tavern, apparently for people in the know, because the sensory spirits of the meanings had caught a strong odor of blood, iron, and greed, which was translated into the image of local bandits. He stood there for a moment, once again drying himself off and waving his hand to disperse the steam from his body, and then he saw another silhouette in the same alley. Dressed in a simple, but lovingly sewn and fitted dress of classic peasant cut, lushly-breasted and beautiful, wet to the skin and thus beautiful completely unfamiliar to him and never seen before, she stood in the alley, and almost transparent from the rain wet cloth stuck to her, translucent so that nothing was hidden from view. His gaze involuntarily stuck to the nipples sticking out from the cold, dark pink and incredibly sweet, which were pleasant to caress with the tongue and kiss softly and tenderly under the cooing voice of a cute, lubricated peasant bitch with sweet, juicy, lubricated, slippery peasant tits while she stroked your head and squeezed the twitching and spurting semen in her tender and demanding hard palm.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 11:28