Goddess, Help Me!

Wipe Shizuku with the belly of your finger, which falls flat and nil. Still, Medismult's tears didn't stop and her chest tightened up gnarly.

Hands pulled out of the dress turn to your back. I left my upper body with him quietly held.

"- Welcome back. We sincerely congratulate God of Destruction on his awakening."

"You don't have to sit in the ground, do you?

Returned to the tone of a joke is a sign of a covert laugh.

The exhalation hanging from the neck muscle is hot.

"... sorry... let me carry my clan without your consent... and on top of that, to the Horn of Kings"

I forced him to take over the power of the Demon King without any rejection. Waiting for him, pushed up to receive it, was a delivery that rebelled against the times of ordeal and the new king.

Even with Rioner supporting me on the side knowing the circumstances, the heavy pressure on Medismult would have been considerable.

"You saved my life. Grateful hearts and grudges do not sit in the dust. Besides, it was my will to give you the King's Horn. You need to be sick, etc."

"... that's my dialogue..."

The Demon King is neither immortal nor immortal. Old age is sure to come, even if it's mild compared to humans, and if it hurts you, you lose your life. If you give strength to others, you will return to the ground in no time, even if you were healthy until just before.

I guess it's the first time in history that a demon king has left his seat but lived long enough.

"Thank you for your help. That hurt."

Youth shake their heads in covert questioning.

Strength clasped in my spinning arm.

"No.... compared to the sense of loss then, I did not sit in great pain"

That's how they hold each other for a while to see how warm each other's skin is. - I got a little bit of a sense of being alive.

I've touched Medismult like this so many times since I woke up.

How could I not have noticed the miracle he existed before my eyes until now?

"... what should I call you in the future? With the God of Destruction, or with the Goddess?

I peered in from close range where my nose tip was likely to touch me.

They plunder their lips only once, and ask questions.

"You can call me whatever you want. Nah... name, but"

"... Huh!

You called me 'Shirese' and my unique name... only once that day.

"And, uh, I think I'm just another succubus, so Mae, not, uh, Your Majesty? But... using respectful language doesn't mean there's no indication on my watch, so... Oh, but Car Lan said before," The Demon King is what he uses reclining language, "so it's just weird to say respectful language to me when I'm a king against brave men and other people."

"... my you"

"Huh!... yeah... yeah, eh"

My lips overlap gently as I peek into the mood. I also responded here to the tip of my tongue, which came in null as it was. Tickle each other with Pippi.

Sweet, spoiled kisses evoke twitching and comfort.

... I remember telling him I woke up as a half demon when I just picked up Medismult.

Why don't you call me "my you"? '.

But he didn't call me hard. Words like 'hey', 'hey', 'you' are just boring words to spin when you really need them.

Rioner and Titch didn't say anything, but Corcela and Walt seemed unhappy with 'being so busy even with His Majesty's half demon'.

"You will sit all over me."

"Ah..."

A tongue away from my lips crawls through my ear.

"You're just a lecher."

Beautiful bass whispered and freaked me out.

He bites his ear as it is. My upper body shuddered small while I kept the weight. My skin starts to get fever.

Even though I've regained most of my memory, my consciousness has felt a lot of unevenness since I woke up. I used to be so used to situations like this that I was more runaway, daring, and entertained by setting him up mean to be a beginner.

The embarrassment now really precedes the situation of contact with him because of the long period of possession of "Ceci" and the rooting of her consciousness in her heart?

"Me now...... no, am I passing?

Medismurt continues to stroke his tightly bouncing back. One of the wet hands was turned from side to front.

He strokes to follow under the swelling of his chest and descends further down. I put my strength into my hand grabbing his shoulder, but the words don't really come out. Instead, he stuffs his breath and overdoes the feeling of stroking his hips at will.

He was licked around his ear from his neck muscle and overflowed with a whisper.

I knew it was embarrassing. Even though I know all too much about his hands, his tongue, and the desires he hasn't accepted since he woke up. Shame precedes me, I can't really move as instincts do.

"Don't you reward me for keeping your promise? Or will you punish me for making you miserable...?

I get a hot exhale in my ear.

Even stirred by such a trivial stimulus, yet I just tremble. "You're like a biological daughter" and "I'm a horny person" laugh at "me now".

But because... it's embarrassing... ugh!

"Wait... Mae, I'm hurt..."

"…, … although it seems that we already have an answer. If you don't speak straight away with that lovely mouth, the obedient half-demond you have accused me of cannot be moved into action, right? - Come on, my lord."

I should have returned the word of restraint, but for some reason Medismurt laughs happily.

Near the water, the sound of a big-ass cloth cleavage echoed.

"Please help me, my goddess of Reishi."

My hand, which was kicking my torn dress in the skin and crawling straight through my thigh, stops moving unexpectedly.

"If you feel sorry for all the wretched servants who struggled with each human being - give me and my clan some of that great power"

I guess it's meant to be a help boat to me that hesitates.

He himself prepares an excuse to keep this in Medismult.... but even without those words... my heart is already set. I'm just embarrassed and the words are caught in my throat.

My heart is going to explode.

Close the opening mouth again.

Of course I'm worried about all the members of my clan who were hurt by the wise brave. But it's definitely not like, "I'm going to let him eat."

I am not here to give pleasure to the king.

I want you, of my own free will. You have to say that, it's rude against Medismurt.

"Wow, I..."

A plundering voice came out and shut his mouth once.

Raise and lower your throats and gaze back from close range at the red balls watching this one.

"... at my will... to you, the whole thing... I want to be eaten. Will you get it...?

As soon as I had uttered all the confessions of my death, my body leaned back.

Shoulder pressed and disfigured. My back was supported by my big hand before I hit the edge of the fountain.

Medismult pinky turns into a small blade.

The dress, which had been torn to the edge of the base of his leg, was torn apart at once by his hands. The cloth finishing the role of the dress can be large to the left and right.

"... it's beautiful. I've lost a little weight, but I'd like to put it right back."

"Do... don't look, eh"

The arms stretched out to hide the zero chest and crotch are grabbed lightly. He was restrained with both wrists together in one hand of his.

"I don't know what you mean. This body is already mine, and there's nothing wrong with looking at it and loving it, is there?

The man's eyes are hot. Follow your skin as your greedy wet gaze licks around. Even though they hadn't touched me, slutty emotions boiled from the core of my body just watching me closely.

"... I don't need any more forgiveness to touch you."

The waters of the fountain fall trolls over the skin from the young man's hands.

Avoid chest swelling from dovetail to sides, shoulders. The hot palm spreads the water so that it does not boil. My hands grabbed the dress once I was traced to my upper arm. My sleeve keeps pulling away.

It wrapped my skin until earlier, but it was torn apart by Medismult and turned into a cloth mass on the edge of the fountain.

"Mae, eh"

It sounds puzzling and weak at the waist. The last one finished the role without a shyness.

"Here."

A man who cut the strings off his underwear so easily that he stripped me naked can put his strength into that hand. Both wrists were pulled, supported by floating hips, and jumped into his chest with the momentum awakened.

"Shit, um... Huh!

The water shakes heavily.

I was jawed by Medismult, who held me in the fountain. The water sandwiched between the two breasts ripples.

The tip of the tongue that enters through the gap between the lips. I've changed angles and pushed in all at once. That's baffling steepness. Yet it's not offensive at all. On the contrary, it's all about love to recruit him to move his oral cavity around with our faces.

"Mmm!... Huh...!

He was heavily stroked round from his hips in the water. Pik, thin lips chase after his face, which jumped and nearly reversed. The howling almost swallowed into his mouth, instead a sweet voice fell out of his nose.

My chest grows louder every time my tongue is rubbed together.

As he begged for help, he stretched out his loose arm and stuck it to his neck. Unexpectedly, my lips were kept only a small distance apart, and now I fill in the gap from here before the silver thread that connects me was broken. It was an unconscious urge.

and pun, and the surrounding water shakes.

I leaned my back against the edge wall with a half-rotated medismult soaking in the fountain while holding me.

Pippi and I come and go through each other's oral cavities, tangle our tongues and mix our saliva together.

I want to fill in some blank time.

I want to reduce the distance between the distant minds in this place right now.

Neither the posture across his hips nor the fact that he set up a kiss from himself is embarrassing. But I don't hate it, I'd rather not be happy to feel the heat of Medismult's body temperature or breath right away.

I was forced to push the gushing lighting odor into the back of my chest to add a naked body to his skin that wasn't even wearing underwear.