Goddess, Help Me!

- Wingless bodies cannot be transformed because they have no wings.

Like breathing, like walking, I can fly through the sky... the motion that a normal bloodsucker could do naturally without having to think seemed like an impossible phenomenon for Medismurt.

Still, both legs aspire to the castle where their companions live from the instinct they were born with. The bloodsucking tribe accepted him as a companion once, having reached the castle considerably later than average.

But it was even adults who watched over me. When he reached a certain age, his surrounding eyes increased in severity as soon as possible.

Apparently, some of the bloodsuckers who know how to fly in the sky at the same time are born with little but no wings and gain wings on the way from preschool to adult. Even though he was expected to do so, he passed the tolerable deadline without ever bumping his back up-

"You resent yourself for being born into such a body."

'You should go for the castle again when you're born again. Bye.'

The limbs that were caught accidentally regain their freedom. The body, unable to fly, fell from the sky to the ground as soon as possible.

The end of the worst sky journey is in the middle of a swarm of decaying wetlands.

All of a sudden the vampires falling into the swamp, the surrounding decaying flowers colour. Turning the muddy face upwards, he caught a glimpse of two pairs of wings flying away across the silly "ugly" crawl.

♪ I can be dumped by my own people ♪

Humiliating facts stretch heavily over Medismurt's chest. But he couldn't even afford to immerse himself in sentiment.

Another bloodsucking native ability around oneself - stretching the boundaries and protecting oneself from the constant onslaught of spreads.

If he finds out that the 'shame of the clan' and the contemptuous Medismult have survived, the clan may come after his life again. So bypassing the castle of the bloodsucking tribe, he laid out his path as he headed north along the territorial border with the succubus.

If you survive and keep walking, you will eventually reach the Tayan Autonomous Region. If we take Tayan further north, it will be the human race. All I could think of was that option to leave the demonic world and live as a "Guru Demon Nation".

Down south on the wetlands opposite is the territory of the Giants. The further away we are from Tayan, the less chance we have of encountering humans. The food problem gets serious.

The giant's blood never gets soaked, but it tastes terribly bad because of its low nutritional value. He decided that he had a better chance of survival than continuing to hunt horribly strong giants for bad food, scratching the eyes of the bloodsucking clan and running into the human world over the fierce onslaught of rotten flowers.

He repeatedly checked the position of the sun, taking his feet off the mud and about to fall over and over again, just aiming for the end of the wetland zone.

The sun that was upon Jomtien sets on the other side and rises again.

Shortly before it drained into an endless and invisible battle with rotten flowers and celebrated its fourth night in the wetlands - signs of intense magic poured into the junction that became the wind front light.

The evening sky looked up in surprise. I jumped into my eyes, purple and black. The two colors of hair were unique to the Succubus, so I saw the shadow of a giant beyond the Succubus descending from the sky and doubted his own eyes even more. How can a lonely demon dragon who doesn't interact with other people act with a succubus...

"Playing with mud here?

She was a horny woman with a brilliant horn on her head.

A woman dressed in a glossy cloth known as fine at a glance descends in front of her and lays a grin on its beauty.

All of his consciousness seemed to be sucked into the brilliance of his eyes, which changed color every bit. Without the appearance of being fascinated and returning the wordless Medismurt, the woman spoke overhead and picked him up from the swamp when she called the demon dragon.

It was the castle of the Succubus who was put in charge. Rigorously, but thoroughly washed throughout the body. A woman - confronted the Succubus Demon King - between her hands and the throne she was bound and taken on her back.

Bloodsucking people don't have romance. I don't mean to break my heart, even if I do imitations to humiliate predators. But at this time the identity of the emotion that was rattling Medismult's heart was nothing but romantic emotion.

I was asked why I was in the swamp and only gave the minimum wording because of the will of none. The moment we met, she took my heart, I didn't want to admit it in its chest. I didn't want the person I fell in love with at first sight to know I was a defective bloodsucker who was abandoned by my own people. Even when "directional tone deafness" was laughed at, it seemed better than being pitied as a pathetic bloodsucker who couldn't fly through the sky.

"It's me, I want half a demon." Drop it on me. "

It was for a moment that I was taken aback by the sudden suggestion.

She said to be a half demon, not as a family member.

I rejoiced that as my head understood the words, I was found talented by the Succubus Demon King, but my positive emotions stained with wrinkles and gray without prolongation.

She would not hesitate to abandon him if she got tired of Medismult, just because she got a suggestion. Because the Succubus don't have romantic feelings, just like the Bloodsuckers, they're a race that doesn't stick to the subject.

It's very different from a situation where a peculiar bloodsucker who falls in love with a human is bound to a predator.

There is no chance that this love will succeed.

... I thought about it that way and tried many times to dispel the gushing romance but it all ended in a wasted footscratch. I am struck by a sense of despair. Once you become aware of your love heart, your body will no longer accept blood from others. So don't let any opponent ever take your mind off you, even though you were told so many times by the elderly as a toddler...

A beating heartbeat beats his whole body. Her presence stimulates a sense of inferiority just as much as it can be scorched.

I'm a heretic. It's not just the body, it's the mind.

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"-... how are you feeling?

Medismurt repeatedly blinked as he regained consciousness and stared back at the rainbow color peeking into this one.

Severe pain that will crush your whole body is already far away.

"... not bad"

I looked around her as I slept on my back.

A dark room with only minimal lights. Same sight as just before you lost your mind. This is the private room of the Succubus Demon King.

He was brought from between the thrones, where he could not resist as much as the dust on his exhausted body on top of the original difference in strength, and was pushed down by a sleeping table wrapped in a hilarious fabric, his hands restrained and a blindfold cloth wrapped around his face.

The body deprived of one of the five senses felt so vividly that it passed the caress it was given. Her mouth was slutty and she was scattered even after the first time, and she was swallowed with pleasure and continued to gasp.

Desperate and weak in love, his heart melts in pleasure, he finally breaks down and cries, and when he finally passes the limit, he is allowed to enter her...

In an open and relaxed place, the Succubus Demon King, with his seductive flesh, applied the technique to Medismurt. "Beat the test to be my half demon," he whispers... from which my memory is interrupted.

"You're glowing at the signs. But I still don't have enough power. Dute's my half-demonster, so I need you to be more respectable."

"... Dute...?

"I decided to call you names while you were asleep."

"Don't call me crazy on my own..."

It's easier said than done.

The embarrassment and stubbornness intersect in strange ways.

Covered his sights with one hand to delude his swirling emotions.

Heh, and there's a sign of laughter.

The sleeping area swayed slightly. Looks like she lifted her hips as she sat sideways. You must have paid for the thin cloth on the lid, the dense signs swing with the air flow.

"Well, let's start with the restoration of magic. Corcela?"

"Yes, sir."

I let the woman I was holding back in the corner of the room help me and take off my dress. She rode up to the bunk again. Over her shoulder, there is a woman quietly thanking her with costumes and ornaments. The door opened and closed quietly. Her couscous laughing voice echoes indoors when we are alone.

"I want Dew to call me 'my you'."

"... think about it"

"You're not flattered."

Her hands were taken by her as she sat across her waist. Gaze unwillingly.

The beauty I looked up to seems like a lot of fun.

"Touch me.... Want a drink? Or do you want to lick it?

One hand of Medismult was guided to the neck muscle and the other to the chest. Slip your palms all the way. Smooth touch and softness with exquisite elasticity. Her soft skin is still an unknown area for Medismurt, unfamiliar with the woman's body.

A bloodsucker wants to stick his fangs up his thin neck. Meanwhile, the newly acquired succubus herself wants pleasure - screaming to taste that pleasure slapped on her again.

"... nothing"

When I was enlightened about my love heart, I felt like I could abandon it, and the inner part was the way I said it to push it backwards. Such a Medismult grid had appeared on the frown root where it came from, but she lays her hands on the side of the man and knocks down her upper body without looking concerned.

Rich chest swelling swayed loosely up close.

"Then why don't you study first? I'll tell you what, remember?

Beauty approaches in front of me. I'm going to get drunk early on the softness of the lips I've been sent. I get stuck in my mouth at the tip of my tongue.

I am whispered to imitate and respond to myself. Every time the tongue got tangled, every time the angle of the face changed, a perfectly wet sound sounded zero from the edge of the mouth.

Inherit shallow breath. My body seems to be feverish from the depths. I feel the sumptuous hanging on my head when I swallow the mixed saliva. Yet it was strange because only her whispers could be heard clearly.

"Touch me. Kind to begin with, huh?

Follow your complexion with your palms as prompted. The refreshing limbs covered in Medismult are so soft that they are likely to crush easily after a little effort.

Do you want to be polite, mainly because you've become an absolutely submissive half demon, or... because your fallen in love emotions control your flesh?

Medismurt continues to stroke her as she also responds by offering her tongue to the mouthpiece she is given. Slip the hand placed on your neck muscle onto your shoulders, arms back and forth to your back. From swelling of the chest past the side down to the crease, touching the underwear, to the thighs across his torso -

It's like tickling her whole body, proceeding with too much force to touch or not to touch. I repeatedly traced where the occasional piqun and small reactions returned. I'd like to carve the information I get into my memory, but my head is already melting and I can't think about it.

"Yes... good, eh..."

She gasped small with her lips in contact. That voice alone builds up a heavy fever in my lower body. Thin fingers tickle my hair and ears, and even though this was the only caress I could give, I was irresistibly stirred.

Desire brings neck. A glossy voice whispered in her ear as she felt better about Medismult's reaction.

"I still keep it. You're not hungry, are you?

I felt hungry as soon as they said it again.... No, I can't describe hunger as cheap - this is hunger. impulsive, intense, fierce, instinctive hunger than when thirsty in the swamps left behind.

It increases my desire more when I am forced to endure.

I want it. I don't want it right now.

But you can't get it unless she says' good '. She says she's snuggling that limb into Medismult.

"... changed my mind"

"You wanted to eat?

"I'm just interested in horny eating."

I want to get it. If it doesn't involve the mind, at least just the body.

But I choose a flat word because I want to impress that it is only as a supply, not driven by love. The squeezed voice plundered against her consciousness, but she hummed and didn't mention it any more.

"I guess I draw comfort from you. What am I supposed to do?

Now let's be honest and ask for teaching. Touch everything about her, lick it up and thoroughly wash out the delightful areas of her skin. I'll make you say you're not satisfied without Medismurt. I'll melt you in a drool.

The target is the Succubus Demon King. I don't think things will be easy to carry, but I've become a half demon, so the opportunity for rapprochement will be explored several times in the future. But I can't be chronic. Because the deadline is until she gets tired of Medismult...

My chest hurt when I twitched, as opposed to my expensive lower body. Tears run down your eyes at will to heal your emotions or work like that.

"Dute?"

"Nothing"

Her limbs crawl up just a little. Warm tongues carefully licked the quietly zero tears.