Goddess, Help Me!

Look at me as I began to wet my cheeks like I cut a weir. Medismurt opens his red balls.

The ornament moved away from his hand. The glow that was coloring the man's neck and hips falls on the rug. Out-of-place metal noises that shook the air, but Medismurt took them off. They don't even give me eyes.

I stared back over my tears at my eyes staring at this one.

"Due......"

You're so close, you can't touch me...

I couldn't watch him any more, and I squeaked my eyelids shut.

"Oh, come on... come on... oh..."

... medismult hated me back in the day?

Do you resent me for doing all the unsolicited things and forcing me to interact unilaterally?

He told me that he had been fond of me since we met, when I was tied between them. But then why are you doing this?

Retribution......?

I used to give him such a hard time that I had no choice but to get paid back...?

In the past traced in dreams, there was certainly something about Medismult and bed together. Dreams that were literally telling us where the woman's body would be happy to touch against a semi-demond with a slightly more luxurious figure than it is now.

Medismult didn't seem like such a bad vibe then.

... have you given up a lot? I didn't like it at first, but were you forced to get used to the relationship?

Or as time went on, you were letting him solicit hatred? Suppose...

"Oh, meh... duh, meh... nah,"

Repeat your apology without breathing out.

I'm sorry I'm being mean.

I'm sorry I don't remember you abusing me.

"... Silese...?

A big hand touched my trembling shoulder.

She held me gently and my tears began to overflow.

The commandment of my arms was broken.

"uhhhh, uhhh..."

Stick to the mud in front of you with your free hand.

Maybe I don't deserve to hold him. But it didn't stop. I feel so relieved now by the heavy and sweet fragrance that it arrives fluffy.

"Don't cry.... Why Apologize"

"... so, what... dude, you're mad, right... huh? Mm-hmm... I mess with a lot of things...

I'd like to apologize more firmly, but I can't speak up well.

- I did continue to behave all the time as a bystander in my memory.

That's also true when I patterned the room, and I used Medismult instead of my leg to let him cuddle me and say, 'Go that way, go this way' when I usually travel.

I didn't pick a time or a place, and when I felt like it, I was pushing him down without checking his will.

He thought it was natural to rule the half demon, so he didn't need consent or anything.

Even Medismult has feelings. I didn't even think of it that simple.

Repeat your apologies and penance with an uninterrupted voice.

I returned the words as the beauty bass panicked.

"No! I'm not, the..."

He shook his head at the young man.

"Dew, convince me, until... bully me, I... uhh... don't be hard...!

- What a selfish statement. In the corner of my heart I will mock me.

All I have right now is Medismult. Is that what love is, or does a king horn who broke up in half pull emotions... To be honest, sometimes I wonder that my heart is tied to geese so far.

But this is the real deal.

If he gets tired of me and starts getting pleasure from the others - it hurts him to be torn apart just thinking about it. I fear from the bottom of my heart such a day that I may one day visit during a long raw.

"... I told you how I feel."

"Huh..."

"I thought you liked being attacked with dirty words, but... you weren't"

"...,... eh...?

I couldn't understand what I was told and flashed a few times.

Tears flatter my chest and flow down my skin.

"You'll be more sensitive to stir up shame after you wake up. So... I thought I'd be happy to annoy him with words and attitudes."

……

"Why do you think I hate you?"

Confusion is seeping into the beauty bass.

I raised my fearful gaze when I felt signs of peeking into me.

"Duh, t... whoa, no... Huh?

"I'm not angry or hating you"

... It was a performance, you mean? It's just a prank? Mean play?

I didn't mean it, he doesn't hate me - that's what they say again, and now tears overflow from relief.

I can't control my emotions well.

I wonder what the hell has happened to me now that I'm overjoyed by Medismult's little words and deeds.

"Oh no more, don't cry. You don't have to reproduce that much."

Tears that convey cheeks are licked by hot tongues.

It was a gentle trick. I know you're trying to calm me down, but on the contrary, a new tear will tell my cheeks from next to next.

"... I tell you, I didn't cry because I thought you hated me then, did I?

"What, why are you crying? I mean, are you a crybaby? What a surprise... '

All right, all right. The past has passed again in the corner of my head where I can stroke it soft.

... the memory of my first night remains obscure after all. But somehow there's a part I remember.

Medismult had suddenly cried at a time I didn't quite understand.

I also pull my mouth tied and shut up trying to find out why. So in that case, I feel like I was stroking your head in trouble.

Because he watched and his chest was tightened, although the pleasure passed and he seeped through the physiological tears was the cutest and most delightful and rolled, but he wet his cheeks quietly.

"You seemed delightful along the way... but what did I hate about it? restraint?"

The beauty of frowning as troubled deepens the worry as you gaze at it.

I shook my head left and right as I sifted. Wipes unstoppable tears with long fingers.

"Often... ok, no, eh..."

Once again, it is inexplicable to ask. I was suddenly anxiously attacked, that's all I can figure out about my insides.

If it's Medismult's cold gaze, I've just seen it between the thrones earlier, and it used to be a routine tea meal where my gaze rather than my gaze was scratched or my tongue was pounded.

If there's been a change -... think so blurry, fuzzy dreams and reality intersect.

"Sy" was also overjoyed by the attitude of those she liked.

If the person you admire seemed to enjoy it, Sy seemed to enjoy it, and if she seemed happy, her emotions were warm and full. Grace that he seemed grumpy, and when we had a fight, the dream of the day lacked serenity.

... because I realized I was in love?

Is that why you get emotional disturbances when you get cold by Medismult?

I realized I was terribly convinced at the same time that I thought so.

This is what it was like to be distracted by one person. This is love...

That's scary.

It's scary to let someone else shake your emotions.

But it was strange again that I had no desire to forget that I wanted to abandon my budding feelings or anything. Even if I had a choice to go back to when I didn't know I was in love, I wouldn't feel like choosing...

"You seem like someone else when you were king, you are these days"

"What... I am now, can't...?

"There's no way. They're both women I fell in love with."

Medismult narrows her eyes with a jiggly tip. I was badly relieved by the soft whisper.

"From now on, it moves as you please. Tell me what you want me to do."

Long fingers comb dark hair. I felt encouraged by the gentle fingers.

Keep crying and getting your disturbed breathing done to dampen your lips.

"... but no... whoa, whoa..."

My back was released from the bench.

Softly wrapped in a successful arm. The slightly higher body temperature warms the cold complexion.

"Giu..."

"Like this?

I get a strong hug and my whole body is dull and weak. My breath leaked slightly.

Lips coming from either side changed angles to quickly increase depth. They lick each other and tangle their tongue tips.

Your body temperature becomes tame from the skin you touch.

The anxiety that was scorching my chest seemed to dissolve.

"... mmm... ha... eh"

I put my strength into my fingertips tangled with my long hair. I hold my honestly tilted head even more without resisting. I stretched out my tongue and licked the king's horn of Medismult with a picture.

Pic, and the way you tremble makes you recruit love.

If this is where you make your emotions share, I wish all the thoughts that sprang up were conveyed. I can't describe it in two letters: "I like it". I want you to know that my heart wants you so badly.

"Mmm..."

Put in a stiff part. The movement of the tongue that entails saliva in the mouth is like a caress for fierceness.

Maybe I was stirred up by what I was associated with.

From there I became obsessed for a while and licked the horn of the king.

"... whoa... just lick me, okay... huh?

I get a hot breath on my chest. He licked his bare skin as he asked, and his arms held him tight.

"Oh, come on."

"... where?

"Eh... messing around... eh"

Even a teasing whisper of tune is terribly sweet.

... My body is already recovering heat after being suddenly exposed to cold water from a daunting state. Once the fire is lit, it won't be long before it burns.

He pressed his chest against the young man as he cheeked on the crowned horn.

"Earlier... Continue, do...?

"Continuing?

I freak out on my hand gently stroking around the swelling.

I whispered back to Medismurt's ear as I rubbed up the hardness I had put in my hand.

"... I want... adore you"

I wish I could say more obscene words, but this is the best I can do right now. My heart sounds too loud and I'm going crazy. Even the cheeks must be red.

A thrill may be coming through your big hand wrapping your chest. That puts embarrassment into it. But... it was also in me that I wanted him to know that I was happy to be touched by Medismult.

"Absolutely.... my goddess is good and troublesome at stirring up a habit she can't abandon her innocence"

A secretly laughing exhale tickles my neck muscles.

I was drawn to an arm that turned to my back and my whole body floated.

The dress full of wrinkles remains halfway removed.

"Whatever you say. Shall I serve you like a servant?"

A man holding his half-naked body like a toddler drops his mouth on his chest. I held the head of the young man carrying me in his arms.

Pull your cheeks against Sarah's hair.

There was a blunt, shining object in the corner of even thin open vision.

... on a rug laid in front of a bench. The jewellery that was coloring the demon king was scattered unconstructively.