Goddess, Help Me!

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- Sleep hard, repeating a relaxed rapport with each other's unshackled bodies.

Wake up blurry, explore the warmth as you fall asleep, stir in each other's hands, and connect again.

Spoil, spoil, seek each other out.

Continue to be filled with the sense of happiness you don't get from just eating.

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"... ahhh..."

A sweet treble mixed with his exhaled breath as he slept slightly. Breathe in the air slowly for a replacement.

The scent of a man snuggling behind me sleeping sideways is sweet enough to melt.

An unwaking head finally recognises the baby doll he wore and the big hand accompanied by swelling.

- I moved in between the twigs several times and layered my skin there as well. I was given a massage with scented oil and asked for it by flow, and, uh... yes, when I came back to my bedroom, I was dressed in this by Medismult. No underwear, that's all.

Dim room.

That means... yeah?

Is it morning or evening?

How many days has it been since we met between the thrones?

"Mae... ugh... Mmm... eh"

Once returned, normal thoughts are twitched and melted away by the fingers of the youth.

Thin skin and soft mucous membranes won't rub or hurt you even though you do this many times in a short period of time, either because Medismult touches you with exquisite force... or because I'm a horny devil who is directly connected to living with sexual behavior.

I can still see the tip of my chest being rubbed over a thin cloth and my body moisturizing. I'm just terribly sensitive, no pain, just pleasant.

I slowly circled my neck.

Medismurt smiles thickly and glossy at the tip of his reflection. She welcomed the impending beauty with her lips thinly open.

A mouthpiece without intensity does not lose serenity by changing the angle and deepening it.

Every time we come and go through each other's oral cavities, the picturesque and wet sounds echo. It seems to shake the heat in your body by the sound of water echoing in a narrow space covered by a ceiling.

"Also... this doesn't make any sense to wear...?

I looked up at the long body with my half up on my back.

Shake it to save two swells, or rub it to love the softness in a fuzzy way. The hand enters the thin cloth and enjoys the feel of the complexion.

Medismurt won't stop kissing even as he repeatedly caresses.

Turn your arms around your neck from here as well. Is it because you were accustomed to a man's body temperature that you are not willing to stop at all if you are asked to do so early in your sleep?

I had a gasp mixed in my breath.

"Ahhh..."

"You used to say that you like this clarity and touch."

I agree, and then the young man rinses his cheeks over the thin cloth.

Feeling a hot exhale in the valley, he blurred back at the past evoked by the words of Medismurt.

- It was Titch who told me about the existence of the baby doll.

She was second only to me at the time. It would have outdone me in terms of combat power.

Proud of her best beauty in the Succubus, she was also quite elaborate on costumes that wrapped luscious limbs.

In an era known as the "Active Period of the Demonic Race" before the emergence of the brave men of the original ancestors, Titch had occasionally degraded and disguised himself and went to play with the human race.

He was interested in a fashionable dress for the wealthy of man.

Sometimes he would return with more souvenirs than he could hold, and some days he would cage needles and tailors and take them back to the castle. Walt was often shuddered, but I tolerated almost everything she did.

All the dresses, underwear and accessories I wore at the time were Titch's standout objects.

Medismult holding his thigh twitches his cutting tip and sinks.

"Also... hungry, full... when I get fat, there's a dress I can wear, eh..."

"What will I say with such a thin waist...... no, right, shall we tailor another new outfit soon? Don't worry, I'll take care of everything that colours you."

"... ahhh..."

Between advancing his hips, he slowly licked his ears dripping from base to tip.

"I don't know about the Hate Pop design, but any meal would suit you. … but please be modest in your soft skin exposure"

A body that learned the shape of a man swallowed the fierceness without resistance. The inner walls twist and entwine in the desire.

My asthma leaked when I got poked in the back of my body in small pieces.

Scattered will not wither your throat. The sound overflowing from my lips sounds sweet and high.

"Hmm, eh... help me, will you... eh...?

"Of course I'll sit down. Choose a cloth, put it on... and take it off like this"

A masculine finger that was a verse rolls up a thin cloth. The exposed chest swung. A hot breath sprays through the colored tip and it freaks out.

The swelling in the young man's hand bounced as the tyrosis and tongue tip flashed to match his spine, which shivered perfectly.

The back of the body becomes more comfortable and tight. The desire to move in and out of the body increased with this tightening. Still a gentle extraction continues.

"... what do you want me to do, and now I'm going to stop you?

It overflows from the point where what seeps out of me intersects with what was poured earlier. Stirred by the sticky sound of munchies, the young man was spotted with trembling thighs.

He is devoured with no extra space in his body and is passionate at such a pace that he cannot keep up with eating. So your mind and body should be completely filled...... why do you starve when people say things like keeping you on the way?

"Hey... Tataru... eh"

"I... no matter how much I ask, I'll want more, eh"

"Hih! Ahhh...!

My hips bounce when I'm thrust up big. The inner walls twirl with joy.

Shame has been thrown somewhere several times, and now there is no more.

Laying on a medismult that turned into a motion to draw out my senses, I just kept rocking my hips and messing up.

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When his ascending and daughter-in-law body regained calm, he was gently cleansed and held up all over his body.

Tired of the young man carrying me to the bench, there is no fine dust. I was a little stunned when they showed me the difference in health.

When calm returns to the head intoxicated by pleasure, so does the embarrassment.

... There will be limits to what flirting can do for the whole clan... even though I feel that this one is only taking away the same amount of health as healing.

Looking at numerous costumes, Medismult came back to get one.

I hold my inner head as I silently obey the young man who has begun to wear me worthwhile.

... When I was king, I never had the experience of eating and getting so tired.

Could it be something that wears off when held by the Demon King? That means a little... old Mae was always a heck of a guy, or something... Wow...

Even I don't know that such traits were in the Succubus Demon King. But I can't say enough that it's not possible. On the contrary, the more I think about it against the fragments of my past memories, the more I feel that my predictions have been met, the more I become frustrated.

I had a fuzzy eye with the young man who carried a mirror in front of the bench and started gently combing his hair from behind. Repeat your penance in your heart with a smile back a little drawn to the beauty of smiling to melt.

I'm sorry I always made you impossible, old Mae.

I apologize. I apologize, so keep your hands soft from now on... or I'll run out of strength...!

How far does he guess in my heart like that?

Medismurt continues his calm silence.

I was lifted up again after finishing my duties.

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I was greeted by Lioner between the thrones.

Climb the stairs and be unloaded to the throne and panic, naturally. But both Medismult and Lioner have attitudes like this.

"This is Me... where Your Majesty sits, not where you sit, eh"

"I don't care what you call me or what you say."

"Yes, yes. Your Majesty made a public statement that the goddess is equal or better than you, so that's it, huh?

I knelt down and fixed the hem of my dress. Medismult mouths respectfully on my right hand. The boy with a slightly lower back on the left looked alternately at me and the youth.

"Hey, Your Majesty, can I touch the goddess?

"... if you will forgive me"

"Okay?"

I was looked up by the eyes of the cuckoo and reflexively agreed.

Bruiser. You know his nature, but you can't resist this cuteness.

Don't touch your complexion.

"Yes. Kuha - healed."

Softly touch the little head on your knees. Flax hair has a fluffy touch and seems to be missed by small dogs.

On a throne surrounded by a soothing atmosphere, the Demon King and his right arm pinched me and began the conversation. I stroke the heads of the two of them whimsically as I silently watched the maneuver.

... a pretty boy and a beautiful young man, samurai two different types at his feet and sit on the throne... what a queen this is...

No, it was a goddess.

... No, no, no...

Don't think of anything extra. We need to listen properly and seriously to the reports of the extermination of the brave from Rioner.

- I hear the cleric brave man who was the source of the fuss the other day has been safely terminated. They say the warriors around them were distributed to the subordinates.

The Female Knight Brave is being admired by Ozroth.

The pair of brave men who are the protagonists of the tragedy seem to be in the midst of a collaborative effort by the horny devil who has been named in charge.

I was horrified that there were several other groups of brave men mentioned, but they all seemed to be attacking well. It seemed true that there were only miscellaneous fish left.

"-... you're curious. I can't believe the patchy whereabouts are interrupted. I heard in the progress report that it was pretty strong, so if you fought someone and lost your life, you'd still have a trail."

"Aren't we back in the world?

"And it's too vibrant for me, and on the contrary, it's disgusting.... maybe he had another purpose and was stripping horny demons and bloodsucking..."

The topic seems to be "Merchant Braves".

That's right. Gently wriggle the big hand diving into the dress over the skirt.

Don't be serious and prank me, I'll be in trouble if I can't concentrate.

"Another purpose, huh?"

"Yeah. You're letting my men explore additional things for now, so I'll report back to you when I figure something out. Uh, one more subtle announcement..."

Watch for Lioner by stopping the movement of the hand that Medismult was stroking his thigh.

Looking up at me and the youth alternately, the boy with the roots of his eyebrows exhaled a great deal.

"It's like the castle of the Dragon King, the destination of the" Rainbow Brave "..."