Goddess, Help Me!

He pulled the door from the other side as he stood gawking at the dialogue that arrived.

"... this way, my lord"

Medismurt, who looked at me one way from top to bottom, squints his eyes.

What's that face? I'm getting sexually embarrassed. Dress selection, failed......? But I didn't seem to have anything else to wear...

"Hih, eh."

When I was restless and leaning down, I was fluffed up.

So if you accidentally give me a break for the hug, I'm really surprised!

"Mae."

"We've prepared for you to wear it someday. I didn't know you could call for one."

Behind Medismult, another shuts the door quietly. A few steps up the stairs holding him in his arms. What, hey...!?

My lips fall on my forehead in panic.

"Everyone."

Those who were on the spot knelt down and thanked the voice that hung from the throne.

"The vast majority will already have known, and this one will be revealed by His Majesty the King, a noble being who was also my Lord. I was put to sleep in this place after you gave me the king's horn, and I woke up again the other day. There is no such thing as living in the past when you let others inherit the power of the Demon King, and therefore this person is equal to already deified."

"I would like to congratulate the goddess on her awakening with all my heart!

"Congratulations!

Everyone aligned their voices to the Rioner who took the head. The chanting echoes in the hall.

Because everyone is the beauty bearer, it was as powerful as a grand simulation, even though it was just one word.

"... and at the same time my Lady. I dedicate my whole body and spirit to this one. And all of this is mine. Whoever harms this man sees me and the Succubus as rebellious. If you want your clan to flourish, keep it in mind."

"Ha!

"Raise your face. - Do you have anything to say from me?"

I smiled at me as Medismult looked over satisfactorily at us together hardening in my arms.

"Uh..."

For me, who was born a demon king, I have countless experiences overlooking all my subordinates from the throne. But it's all an event in my memory, which for me now equals my first experience.

Nervously, I look at Fuku's face in turn.

I guess it's in sequence, there was Lioner closest to the throne. She wears an adorable costume that suits her neutral appearance well and has a grin in her eyes behind her flax colored hair.

There was a face that I knew a little farther away. It's Osroth. He has a surprising look on the stern face that made him strong. I could not hide the upset. I felt the tension relieved by the state of Ozros.

"… let us all support Your Majesty"

"Ha!"

All those who kneel downstairs lowered their heads simultaneously.

Discussions, which had been interrupted, resumed where Medismult laid his back on the throne.

They say the number of brave men invading the demonic world is considerably lower than it was at one time. Apparently, the powerful have almost exhausted, and the existing brave men are only to the extent that they have grown hairs in the miscellaneous fish.

I hear a brief history from the youth and nod small.

My position is on the throne, and it's on Medismult's lap, too. I still compromised on this... because at first I got off my throne and I tried to kneel on my lap. Yeah, I did everything I could to stop it.

When the Demon King kneels down on another person in front of his subordination, he shouldn't be doing anything -...

"Did you check it out? Isn't that a pattern like the mercenary brave guy from earlier?

"Yes, I will not accept any women for this brave man."

Asked by Rioner, the beauty of the middle horny returns it.

Look at me with a question mark on my head. Medismurt supplemented me.

- Mercenary braves are the people we talked about earlier. She didn't show interest in the horny devil who looked like a young woman, and after careful examination, it turns out that she has a strong obsession with her mother and other daughters are out of sight.

The reason I happened as a brave man also seems to involve my mother.

So when I directed him who looked like an elderly woman, he returned a different reaction than before. He entered the dreams of the brave man into an alarmed gap, and safely caged in with a disappointing grasp of what the man's mother looked like and said and did, and planted a subordination that imitated his mother.

"... Mazacon? It's also severe."

I know there are many different human beings in the brave. I honestly gennaried.

"Didn't...? My man, I can't beat you in terms of strong affection for one of your opponents, can I?

"No, I don't like that kind of hand."

Bassally cut off his words whispering in my ear as I sat sideways on Medismult's lap.

But he wasn't a man to this extent.

"You're blushing. May I have your light?"

"... so what brave guy is Rioner and that beautiful girl talking about?

"Beauty, etc. Compared to you, you look like you're going to blow up, and at the point of comparison, you're wrong in the first place..."

"Because we can't talk about it. Enough if you just say what you need."

Peppy tap your hand stroking your flank and thighs over the dress. Once my apart hand held me back.

"... Your will"

"We" Independent Troops "specialize in special preferences in the first place... if we get more frequent appearances like this, it's subtle... what I'm talking about, but it feels like we should have healthier sex."

"Dear Lioner, I mean, in evidence that a healthy sexual predilection has been crudely eradicated."

"Oh, I see. Things are just like that."

Continuing intercourse with Kosokoso, the meeting against the Succubus' Braves continues under our eyes.

The colorful male succubus, who was beside the beauty's diagonal, roared in arms.

You must have been a cleric brave enough to follow four men warriors.

"Yeah, according to our research, this guy seems to like to ride a successful same-sex."

"Riding... which way"

"To put it bluntly, you're the type of person who finds comfort in forcing a muscle-ridden man down. He specializes in digging behind, and he doesn't seem to like being held.... I can't stand my teeth in my squad full of women."

... Wow... It's been a while since I've had an egg. I can't believe it!

Could it be that the warrior of the brave party, I mean, the shield and surrounding personnel, the... Wow, wow...

You're a cleric, aren't you? Isn't a cleric cleaner or something that people do?

I wonder if humans serving God could be banned from women or something, so I woke up on the sotch side...... scary!

I glanced at Medismurt with chills. His expression remains calm. His eyes meet and he smiles thickly, hurrying his gaze back into the hall.

The succubus downstairs are not particularly upset.

I don't have any prospects when it comes to sexual behavior. You're weird about me pulling a donkey on you, I'm sure. Perhaps the surface sensed by "Sy" has not yet been wiped.

Oh, Osroth's face is cramping. I guess it's special sexuality if it's a human feeling, you cleric brave man.

"Wow, I hate guys like that... I don't want to deal with them more and more"

"Lioner's a homophobe."

"Heh..."

"Sire, I hear you, hey!

Gurin, and the noisy momentum distracts the two of us from Lioner, who looked back. Plants twitching in the ceiling entered my sight.

It's a shark.

A new power between the thrones, fused with the newly taken decaying flowers, with the loss of a large part of the collective. Is it because I'm used to seeing rotten flowers that I find "creepy cute" rather than "creepy" when I look at a nascent shark?

I'll wave small to try. A little flower blossomed on the edge of the giant. Looks like there's an individual in that neighborhood who saw me. I'm a little happy.

"Eh,"

He dropped his lips on the neck muscle against which Medismult turned, as he poked a gap facing his consciousness on the ceiling.

I get licked to death.

Hey,...... could it be baked on a shark? What are you gonna do when you're jealous of your plant opponent...

"Here and here. The red marks peeking through the gaps in the shawl are all sore. Skin that is clear from thin cloth is also glossy."

"Oh, wait... eh"

"Oh yeah, I've said stupid things about wanting to be my half demon before... er," Harlem Brave "? - Is the goddess taking in?"

"Are you the brave man who let Master Rioner get his hands on you and disintegrate the collaboration of the party?

"That. That brave man was a mucky, wasn't he, Cleric? Why don't you throw him in the bed of the brave man?

Push Medismult's shoulder to escape the prank. Then he grabbed his hand and held it further. The fingers of the connected hands tangle with each other. She rubbed her finger crotch over the gloves.

My you, and beautiful bass whisper. Eat loose where your lips exhale in your ears. I got my tongue plugged into my ear hole and my spine was sweetly paralyzed by the wet noise that cringed.

"Master Lioner gave it to me. The brave man gave it to our nourishment until his soul was exhausted. But even if your strength and magic are depleted, you seem to want pleasure."

"He didn't look like he was going to die, but he sucked it up, so it didn't get any better, and he ended up selling it to Tayan's slaver, for sure."

"I paid you the other day. That's the money."

"Uh, that one."

There's a horrible conversation going on downstairs. but now I'm full of stuff about myself.

I frown and stare at the man who sets up the prank.

I sucked the tears out of my eyeballs and smiled like I had trouble with the beauty of looking down at this one from close range.

"Don't you like this degree of play too...... it's fine for both of us to get along until the end, but at least forgive us for touching each other. Otherwise... I'll lock you in your bedroom and I won't be able to let you go, will I?

... not a threat. This must be what he meant.

Yes, I feel it on my skin and I feel frightened. At the same time, a slutty flame lights up deep inside my body.

"Yes, you have just the right sacrifice! Ozroth, do you want to go to the priest's brave toko?

Rioner's voice goes away.

I can't get my eyes off wet red balls.

I was held up with my hands tied to each other while we were stuck together. Medismult biting gloves pulls his jaw sideways. A cloth pulled out of my hand with sulli fell aside.

A thin lip can pucker the fingertips exposed to the outside air. A wet feeling clung to my fingers that I was invited into my hot mouth.