Visit to Esakhine

Recently, when the autumn chill had adorned the earth with a bright red carpet of fallen leaves, on a magnificent November morning, I paid a visit to a lady of extraordinary beauty. Her name was Esahina. I had met this lady on her personal forum, and after a stormy night of correspondence, she summoned me to her. Needless to say—an unexpected turn of events, I must admit I didn't want to leave my warm apartment and travel at dawn to who-knows-where. But Esahina has an iron will, and not daring to contradict her, I went. The palace where she resided greeted me with the hissing of gardeners who were watering Esahina's favorite flowers. The flowers were dark gray and were

barely visible against the pitch-black flowerbeds – which perfectly matched the owner's ideal design.

Strangely enough, it turned out that most of the gardeners were actually hissing bots, and the remainder were some faceless minions imitating the bots. To my great surprise, I recognized among them some former members of a magical order under the leadership of a certain Periyat.

Naturally, I was extremely intrigued by this discovery, but alas, as I really didn't want to keep Lady Essi waiting (during our night discussion, she had allowed me to call her that). Therefore, I hurried through the garden.

Approaching the castle, I noticed a flag proudly fluttering above the gates, depicting something vague but pompous and animated. And, of course, I couldn't miss Essi's motto, engraved in fiery letters above the castle gates. The motto read: "Pomp, Idiocy, Pathos, and Aggression." Below, in small print, something about charlatans and dreamers was added. But, alas, because it was written in the same fiery letters but on a red background, it was impossible to make out the details.

At the gates, I was met by an honorary escort of the same hissing bots and faceless minions.

"Would you like some tea?" Essi asked, looking at me slyly.

"Yes, to be honest, I prefer other drinks!"

"Beer, vodka, let's lie down?" she asked with complete seriousness in her gaze. Don't even think about it. You weren't invited here for that.

I had no choice but to submit. Esahina led me through the palace rooms – in one of them was a magical arsenal, which Essi used for her nightly free hunts and to aid suffering humanity. Her long skirt wonderfully hugged her slender waist, pleasantly accentuating all the interesting places and delighting my gaze as an aesthete-connoisseur.

"Oh, it seems you have a thread on your skirt. I'll remove it," I said and reached out my hand. Essi stared at me in bewilderment. I touched her thigh with my hand and removed a thread that had somehow appeared on her dress. For a second, I thought she smirked, but a moment later I was ready to swear I had never seen such a serious look in my life. She clapped her hands and said

"Let's move on."

Essi didn't react immediately, granting me a few incomparable moments when I felt her warm, firm flesh through the thin fabric of her blouse. But then Essi turned sharply towards me and looked at me so fiercely that I, embarrassed, immediately removed my hand and, blushing, began to mutter words of apology. However, Essi quickly softened and led me further through her domain.

Passing through a low, inconspicuous door, we found ourselves on a brightly lit landing of a narrow spiral staircase, steeply ascending somewhere above.

"It leads to the observation tower, from where I watch and choose my victims," Esahina explained. Then, with a nod ordering me to follow her, she began the ascent.

Remembering the unpleasant incident that had occurred earlier in the room, I decided to keep a few steps away from her, avoiding accidental touches. However, as it turned out, this was not the best solution: due to the steepness of the stairs, the lower part of Essi's back, advantageously accentuated by her skirt, was constantly in front of my eyes.

I hesitated at another sharp turn and saw that the lace on my wizard boots had come undone. I decided to stop and tie it. Esahina, apparently not hearing, went further up. Having dealt with the unexpected delay, I ran after her and, unexpectedly, after three turns, burst onto a small balcony where she stood, looking through a spyglass. She was leaning dangerously, and apparently saw something that captivated her immensely. It was too late to brake; I tried to soften the fall by catching my toe on the last step... And at full speed, I'm not afraid to say it, I flew headfirst into her hips.

"Ow, what does this mean?" she asked.

I tried to get up and answer, but—oh no—I slipped under her skirt and got tangled in its folds. As I rose, my lips bumped into something in the pitch darkness. The skirt was made of magical fabric that didn't let light through.

"Well, nothing is without reason, nothing is accidental. This is a magical sign," her voice rang in my ears.

Trying to extricate myself, I put my hands to work, but that was easier said than done. To my surprise, by touch I determined that Essi wasn't wearing any other clothing under her skirt. My heart pounded even harder.

Hiking up her skirt, Esahina helped me up, then pressed her whole body against me, sinking her lips into mine in a passionate kiss. Stunned by the happiness that had befallen me, I timidly embraced her, feeling the lady's marvelous breasts press against me. Gradually gaining courage, I first simply stroked her back, then lowered my hands and, passing her waist, felt under her skirt for her appetizing bottom. Then, slightly squatting, I lowered my hand a bit and made Essi wrap one of her legs around me. After that, I pressed the beauty against the balcony railing.

"Oh yes! Take me right here," Esahina rasped passionately, briefly interrupting our prolonged kiss.

I didn't need to be persuaded.

Pulling back slightly, I reached out my hands to tear her blouse, but Essi, pressing against my chest, thwarted my attempts and carefully but quickly unbuttoned the blouse herself.

"Passion is no reason to ruin a good thing," she explained. Then, clearly deciding to take the initiative, she pulled down my pants, pushed me onto the floor, and, hiking up her skirt, prepared to sit on my excited member.

Alas, at that moment, a loud and piercing howl came from the castle gates.

"My, it seems we have guests," the lady said in surprise. Then, she straightened up sharply and began quickly adjusting her clothes.

"You see for yourself, this magical sign is much more obvious," Esahina explained to me. "Get dressed, come on. No need to keep people waiting."

Hurried by my would-be lover, I was forced to adjust myself and follow her down the stairs.

"But what about..." I began timidly, intending to ask if it was possible to expect a continuation of the so unfortunately interrupted events in the near future.

"I'll officially enlist you later," Esahina interrupted me categorically (completely misinterpreting my words). "Well, as for continuing what we started on the balcony... we'll see..."

I slept restlessly that night. Esahina said she was going on a night hunt but strictly forbade me from going with her. Settled in the next room, I tossed and turned. Sleep wouldn't come. I heard Essi getting ready, preparing her things, the door clicking. Driven by a sixth sense, I quickly dressed and quietly followed her. The dark, moonless night greatly aided my actions. We walked about five kilometers when suddenly I saw a small structure with an entrance to a dungeon. Just as stealthily, I followed and, slipping into some dark room, stopped. In this room, there was a keyhole through which one could observe a large hall. Soon, I saw Essi there in a dazzlingly beautiful outfit. The diamond-adorned décolletage suited her very well, advantageously emphasizing her beautiful breasts. The floor trembled, and a giant, somewhat resembling an ogre, entered the hall. I listened and could hear their dialogue:

"You lost our bet," the giant began. "So—I play with you—Ha-Ha-Ha."

Esahina looked down at the floor. Her indifferent gaze expressed nothing.

"Remember, you once said that we, %№;:? (an unclear word—I couldn't make it out) are stupid by nature, predatory, gluttonous, and perverted? It's time to teach your little tongue some good manners. Stand as shown on stone 1."

I looked and saw that this stone had markings for feet and knees—implying one should kneel here. Essi, how is this possible? Obediently, she stood. The giant, with his paw, took off his pants and exposed a huge member, all covered in a white coating. The smell emanating from it, unmistakable, I could even feel in the other room. He approached her closely and ran it over her lips.

"Little tongue," the giant commanded.

She obediently stuck out her beautiful tongue. He began shamelessly rubbing his dirty, shaggy... on her... This sight was beyond my strength. For a minute, I covered my face with my hands, but curiosity got the better of me, and I pressed against the keyhole again. He continued poking the tip on her tongue, with up-and-down motions. Her cheeks became crimson.

"I recall you said that our women have backsides like hippos. Well, I think we can check your backside too. You can't deny its external grace, but I intend to look inside you as well. Stand on stone 2." Esahina obediently stood as instructed—among the people, this pose is called doggy-style, and so "fortunately" that she positioned herself with her back to me almost parallel. The giant lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. Needless to say, I have no words to describe the marvelous sight... Only the giant, apparently, had no intention of admiring it. He approached, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her hard towards him. Essi arched her lower back, thrusting out her rear. The giant smirked and spat greenish saliva onto her neat, snow-white buttocks. Essi made a sound in her throat. Not a second could be lost.

Truthfully, I didn't understand why not a second could be lost. But I was firmly convinced it was not allowed.

Perfectly aware that in open confrontation with the giant I had no chance, I decided to look around in the hope of finding something that could help me in this situation.

Alas, the room turned out to be completely empty. And the only exit led through that very hall with the lady and the giant. So I had no choice but to return to watching.

On the other side of the keyhole, the giant had just finished lubricating Essi's backside with his saliva and began inserting his phallus into it. Esahina cried out hoarsely, and the giant, having entered, began to increasingly impale the screaming beauty.

Then, apparently having had enough, he threw Esahina onto stone number 3 (apparently designed for lying on one's back with legs raised) and, grabbing her décolletage, literally tore her dress off. Then, for a while, he kneaded her breasts with all his might, forcing his victim to emit new and new screams. Having had his fill, he raised her legs (by the way, perfectly straight, long, and clad in the most beautiful white stockings) and, leaning on top, began to impale the beauty in a more traditional way... Essi could no longer scream and only convulsed. At a particularly tense moment, her shoes flew off her feet and fell next to the shreds of her dress.

Then it was the turn of stone number 4, where (judging by the corresponding indentations) the victim was to be placed on her stomach. There, the giant used her, again, lying on top. It was at that moment that his victim stopped convulsing, apparently having lost consciousness.

But even that didn't stop the giant, and soon he used stone number 5, raised above the floor like a table, on which the victim was to be placed so that her legs dangled off the stone.

Finishing, he pulled out a red marker from somewhere and, writing sweepingly on the back of the defeated opponent, "Vasya was here, reached the 6th stone," loudly called for the carriers.

Materializing from the collective unconscious, the existential carriers picked up the lifeless body of the lady and dragged it towards the hall, also grabbing the scattered attributes of her clothing. I, having waited for the giant to leave, followed them.

Morning came. The sun peeked cheerfully from behind the horizon, illuminating with sunlight through a small window in the ceiling, which I hadn't noticed at first. Esahina lay on her stomach on the floor, arms spread wide, fast asleep. I picked her up and carried her home, to the castle. We walked for quite a long time because I also forgot the way and wandered quite a bit in the grove and in the large canyon near Diamond Village. A local old woman was quite surprised when she saw me and asked:

"What's this, are you carrying a witch or something?"

"Grandma, this isn't a witch—this is the beautiful countess from the castle nearby."

"Pah, it's that damned witch, she milked my cow dry last night—no milk, scared my cat, now she won't come down from the stove. My harvest is ruined—she sent crows on it, and listen—" and she whispered—"she danced with other witches at night, I saw it myself. Dressed up in all sorts of clothes, hung with trinkets, pah." The old woman waved her hand, and then something happened that I couldn't prevent. Esahina opened her eyes and sighed. The old woman quickly ran up and grabbed her by the hair with a piercing scream: "Got you, witch?" I barely managed to set Esahina down to free my hands and prepared to fight her off, but three bearded men with pitchforks came out from behind the house. The old woman slapped Essi a few times, then, apparently deciding to properly teach her the rules of coexistence with simple folk and to observe the ethics of night hunting, led Esahina to the fence, tied her hands to a post, put her on her knees, and herself took a long, flexible rod. And again, I had to be a spectator. Meanwhile, events unfolded rapidly.

However, watching an erotic show for the second time with the direct participation of the object of my passionate adoration proved to be too much for me, so I was frankly bored. Although when the old woman brought a long shovel handle and began using it as a dildo, causing desperate screams from Essi, I became somewhat interested. But the old woman acted without enthusiasm, and Esahina (apparently tired from the night) writhed and cried out rather listlessly. Therefore, having become thoroughly bored, I approached the equally bored men and asked if they had a smoke.

The men did have a smoke.

The men turned out to be unexpectedly sociable, and after the smoke break, we decided to go into the house for a drink. Fortunately, the old woman was still poking with the handle, her victim was still crying out listlessly and writhing in her bonds... And, according to the men, a similar scene repeats after every full moon down to the details. The only thing is that the old woman usually drags the witch for defilement from somewhere herself.

"Don't you worry," the men consoled me. "Now she'll use her for another couple of hours, then call her useless nephew, and then they'll drag that girl back to her castle. Luckily, they're used to it and know all the castles around by heart."

"What, are there many castles around?"

"Too many to count. And in almost every other one, some chick lives. In some, even two. We sometimes use them ourselves after full moons, if the old woman catches a lot. Luckily, everyone's memory gets wiped until the next full moon anyway."

"Why is that?"

"Corporate ethics, that's why! And that's what Shaposhnikov ordered."

"Shaposhnikov?"

"No, Pryanishnikov. Anyway, pour up, the moonshine is getting warm. Let's have a drink and we'll tell you everything.