Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

The poem opened its eyes. I was strangely refreshed and warm.

“Are you awake? Are you feeling okay? Are you feeling any pain? ”

Chan, who was watching with a nervous expression, immediately asked about the condition of the poem without wiping the semen on his face. When I saw my body twisted and my skin split, I wanted to bring Aru to see if something strange had happened.

“It's not fine, it's very refreshing. And how long have you been here? ”

“It's past 8 in the morning. I was really worried about what would happen if I didn't open my eyes for too long. Are you sure you're okay? ”

“Yes. Do you want to touch it? Ah, I have to wipe my face first. ”

The poem peeled off the separated skin and took the toilet paper out of the subspace to wipe the semen off the face of praise.

In the meantime, praise was carefully checked by touching the body of the poem. Skin looked brighter, radiant and even more beautiful than before. My desire to rub my face on this skin just by touching it because it was softer and cheaper.

What does it smell like? Passion arose in the sweet scent of a man who subtly irritates the tip of his nose even though he did not spray perfume. Even though it was the flesh I had tasted and felt many times already, it was hard to endure the wild desires in my heart just by seeing, touching and smelling.

“How are you? Better than ever? ”

“Oh, yes. It's so soft, it's addictive. ”

Praise finally couldn't bear it, and I buried my face in the heart of the poem.

“Hah... good...”

It sounded like groaning. I didn't want to feel too good about it, like I was rubbing my face against the cat.

“But wouldn't they be looking? They'd all be up before 8: 00. ”

“I went quickly and told Aru there was something going on. You don't have to worry about that. ”

“Really?"

Immediately, the hand of praise moved and began to touch the penis while rubbing the pope's butt. I wouldn't normally do this, but my heart was strangely throbbing and my passion boiled. It reminds me so much of the thought of wanting the poem to put a penis in his vagina.

“Yes? What's the matter? Is there anything you want to do? ”

“I want to... have sex. ”

“Sex? How do you do that? ”

The poem smiled and whispered in the ear of praise.

“Put your brother's...”

Chan said shyly. I was secretly ashamed of the way I handled the sperm of the poem and the coordination and management of women's sex, but I rarely asked myself to put it in.

“Then let's wash up and have sex. Relax because you don't have to care about the kids. ”

The poem took a compliment to the bathtub, washed it neatly, and went to the bedroom to have sex.

The clone magicians decided to make it after sex.

First, I touched the heart of praise. But I felt different from before. I felt intuitive about where and how to stimulate praise with what intensity it felt like. Particularly, I can see the intensity and irritation of excitement when pinching the nipple. Even the light hand strokes made me excited quickly and the nipple was erected correctly.

The poem felt mysterious, and I tried several experiments. I rubbed the whole body of praise with my hands and caressed with my mouth and tongue.

It was as if the whole body had become a vocal cord stimulator. Not only when I touched my body with my hands, but also when I sucked my nipple with my mouth or stimulated my tongue with my clitoris, I could see how praise felt the most intense pleasure.

“Ugh... You're so... so... ah... ah...”

When the poem licked the clitoris with his tongue, praise was speechless with enormous pleasures. Previously, I felt the exhilarating pleasure of walking on the clouds just by touching the poem, but now I can't think of myself as wandering around heaven with a stronger pleasure than before.

I tried it with my hands, mouth, tongue, etc. to my satisfaction. I decided to try it with my real penis.

I had already stuffed my vagina into a vagina that looked more masculine and refined than ever before.

I assumed, but I also felt different from before when I inserted the penis. The structure of the query was clearer and more fully understood. I was able to sense what I felt more sensitive to and feel perfectly comfortable about how to deliver the best comfort.

Even the penis was controlled as desired and even the timing of the assessment was easily adjustable. Like a swordsmanship with constant practice, the poem was able to perfectly adjust his penis through endless sex.

Although the penis is a part of the body, it is an amazing achievement because it is impossible to control it freely.

“Ugh... My body... my head... feels weird...”

Praising the poem's every move, I trembled. When my penis went in and out of my vagina, my mind was dazed with more than orgasm every time my hand touched my chest. I thought my body and mind would be fine even if I felt this pleasant.

“Aah!”

And the excitement finally reached its peak. When the poem moved gently around the waist and stabbed the penis deeply at the desired timing, Chan felt the enormous pleasure of fireworks bursting in his head.

My back flexes like a bow and my legs spontaneously flex and lift me up. The expression also seemed to be fascinated by the excitement. It was a pose and expression that would be exaggerated in adult cartoons. I was unconscious that I had to suck the sheep of the poem, and I left my whole body to the rush of joy.

The sex is over. The poem commended and kissed him with his penis intact. Instinctively, the praise that reached out his tongue trembled with pleasure.

After finishing the kiss, the pope pulled out his penis.

“Ha... ha...”

Praise was made to lie on the bed, exhaling semen and mouth-watering.

“Was it okay? How was it compared to before? ”

“It was... so... good that I couldn't think of anything... It was good enough for me to feel weird about myself...”

Praise replied, breathing heavily. I thought I had sex with the poem to the extent that I could feel the pleasures that humans can feel, but I didn't. Beyond that, there was joy. Is that why? With such pleasure, the situation seemed to be more astonishing and magnificent than before.

The poem also looked down at his penis. She had perfect form and beauty as a vaginal engineering design to make her veins protrude and reveal her masculinity and give her the best pleasure of any quality.

He was still having a straightforward erection to be able to insert again and again at any time without any pressure, even after he had given an assessment. Like the sword of a warrior who cuts through evil, the penis of the poem was showing off great value enough to make any woman frustrated with pleasure.

The praises, even though the pleasures were frequent, stood up and immediately cleaned the penis of the dirty poem with my mouth. Since it was the penis that taught him such immense pleasure, he sucked with all his heart as if he were addressing the most precious treasure in the world.

“Now I'm going to make a clone magic. How about a compliment? Aren't you tired of watching me? You want to go back?”

“I was tired before, but after sex with my brother, I feel all tired and tired. I feel healthier too. ”

In the words of praise, the poem was thoroughly checked. His face was definitely full of life and his body seemed to be full of vitality without fatigue. Previously, vaginal discharge was effective in restoring health, but now it seems to have surpassed it. I thought it would have the effect of restoring my body completely like healing magic.

“Fine. Then let's go together. Oh, and don't be alarmed because I have a fairy godmother guarding this castle who's not human. ”

“Yes? Yes. ”

Praise looked a little excited to think about the existence of a little winged novel.

The poem took a compliment and went to the library to sing a song. As always, Konz came out lively, but he was a little embarrassed by the expression "fairy" and covered himself with clothes that he had brought with him.

In the change of praise, the poem smiled lightly and asked Konz to teach him how to make a cloning sorcerer.

“I can carve replication magic right into the spare magic control room. If the Pope breathes enough magical power into the carved enchantments, it will drive. But don't worry, it's very small compared to the amount of magic you use. ”

“Oh, really? Then I'll ask you right away. ”

“Yep!"

When Konz clapped his hands, the room immediately changed. In the middle of the room at the end of the room were these mysterious columns, a magic jewel that was very complicated.

When the compliment suddenly changed, I was embarrassed and looked around, and the poem patted the back of the compliment.

Konz briefly explained.

“You can put your magic directly into the red stone in the middle. Once the drive is complete, the red stone will glow. Until then, we need to keep injecting magical power. ”

The poem rose from the chair. Although the plump penis had somewhat softened, it was also emitting a magnificent amount of steam, regardless of how different it was from the normal penis.

“Okay. Let's take a seat for a second. ”

“Oh, yes. Be careful."

“Don't worry. It's no big deal.”

The poem walked into the magic circle and caught the red stone in the middle. When Konz said that he needed to put his magical power right away, he immediately raised Margaery and injected her through his hands into the red stone.

Then the red stone slowly glows and begins to absorb Margie.

As if spraying water on dry land, Magi is injected continuously, and the light flowing from the stone becomes deeper and deeper.

But injecting Margie was surprisingly quite tiring and difficult. It was hard to control Margie with mental strength, but the more she got out, the more physical she was.

At first, it was decent, but by the time I put in about half of Margie, I started to get tired, and by the time Margie reached the bottom, I was mentally and physically exhausted.

Moreover, the fact that Margie was no different from ordinary human beings gave me a great feeling of powerlessness.

“Ugh...”

About the time I thought it was no longer mentally and physically difficult, suddenly, a brilliant light began to flow from the enchanted camp, emitting a radiant red stone.

“Oh! It's running. You don't have to use magic anymore. ”

“Huff... huff...”

The poem was empty enough that it could no longer write Magi, as opposed to a hard disk full enough not to receive a single adult video.

I woke up to the feeling of powerlessness that was consumed by extreme mental and physical strength and Maggie's disappearance, and I couldn't get the center right.

“Oh, brother! ”

When Chan saw it, he threw away the clothes covering his body and stood up urgently, running to the poet and supporting him.

“Are you okay? You're not hurt? ”

“Oh, it's okay. I'm a little tired. Do you want to have sex now? ”

“Now?”

Chan said, looking at the situation with a worried face. I was worried that I could have sex because it was so hard.

“Yang doesn't have to suck. She just has to have sex. Praising and having sex makes me feel better. Please.”

“Got it.”

I was thinking about where and how to have sex, and suddenly the room turned into a bedroom. Surprised praises look around, but I don't see where the fairy that looks like a normal human has gone.

Praise lays on the bed, exhausted and unable to get the body right. He seemed quite tired, but his penis was experiencing a good erection.

The hymn on the top of the poem directly adjusts the penis and inserts it into his vagina. Then I started having sex with my waist moving.

Since the flattering waist movement and vaginal control were fine, the situation consumed all my strength, I did not even resist.

The energy generated by Yin Yang's cooperation fills the dye. It's about the size of a grain of dust compared to a third party, but it's dry enough to dampen a single sheet. At the same time, my body was lighter than before because it was also effective in restoring health.

“Phew... Thank you. You can come down now. ”

Praise came down to the words of the poem with a worried expression. Fortunately, the look on my face made me feel much better than before.

The poem recovered health with sex, not mystical beans, and woke up with a light breath. I felt helpless because the power was still empty, but I had enough stamina to move.

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