Island of desires. Haydi L.

The feeling when a timid reverent dugout enters the body of an elven-killer. And not somewhere, but on the uninhabited island where the passengers of the crash of the airplane crashed. Two of them - the Nag and Irling - said that they were my spouses, and the rest now and then tearing to replenish my harem. I don’t know what to do now with the emerging happiness, but one thing is clear: I don’t have to get bored. Indeed, according to legend, this magical island fulfills desires. And not only mine...