Goddess, Help Me!

Skin is easily awakened from the courtyard right after returning to the bedroom.

The tentacles crawling around looking down on themselves are grotesque when you put them in your sight, but it's Medismurt who knows all about my skin that's manipulating it. My whole body bounces when I'm blamed for my weakness just like I usually do. The tentacles slide further over the fixed limb as the fleeing body is held into his arms.

"Mm-hmm...!

"My you..."

Long fingers comb hair. The horn of the king was engulfed in hot palms.

At the same time tentacles tentacles tentacles tentacles in the lower body as they are stroked sully from the root to the tip of the corner. One that was diving into the crotch gap and crawling along the crack in his buttocks sank the rugged tip shallow into the secret crack. The creaking wet noise sounds.

I'm given tons of pleasure at a time, and my whole body's gonna be dawning in no time. From head to toe - it's like you're being caressed by a bunch of medismults. I can't breathe. I felt like I was drowning as I was, and I managed to lift my trembling hand. Pull out the anomaly that offends the oral cavity.

"Ugh, ha, ha... ahhh!

But I didn't even have a respite to breathe.

A different individual stretched into a flower bud from being sliced into small pieces by a secret fissure. My whole body rippled into contact with an internationally sensitive location.

The tentacles I intend to capture with my hands are intertwined in my wrist on the contrary. Pulled further back from the overhead, it was the king's horn of Medismult that preceded him, and as soon as he touched him, a sweet paralysis ran through his fingers.

It would also show in his attitude that he is getting comfort from the tentacles he hated as disgusting, scary, but would have passed on to him more clearly now than ever through the Horn of Kings.

At the same time it feels like it's pouring into me. Now he does feel the tightening of the muggle he hasn't touched with his fingers. The stiffness of the tip of my tongue and pointy chest, the tremor in my inner leg, and the shallow, upward and downward movement of my abdomen were all felt by him through his tentacles.

Sharing my senses raised my body temperature all at once. The hot breath hanging on the nod tells me how Medismult is doing. Lock me in the arms that disturb me, put me under alien, domineering - he's getting comfort. Did that thought trigger the fever that swept in my body?

"... ahhh... ahh...!

"Ha... wow, I"

Slightly round your toes to hold your breath. My hips bounce. The body tightens.

Medismurt bit sweetly in the throat he turned against. I'm held back and my buttocks crack is accompanied by a stiff, bulging desire. But he still doesn't want to use it.

Hot palms covered one side of his chest that just rubbed up with tentacles. A long finger sinks to make sure it feels swollen.

He was whispered to open his eyes as he was rubbed up heavily.

Even thin eyelids open and look down at themselves. What jumped into my sight was the obscene sight of my chest daring to distort its shape with tentacles and fingers.

Even if the tip is pinched with a finger and pinched slightly harder, the body reached feels as a sweet pleasure.

Everything you can touch is pleasant and unpleasant.

"Hih! Yah... ah...!

"More, isn't it?

Only slightly increased the depth that one bottle remaining buried would offend. Slutty fluid overflows to wet the tentacles attacking the center. His breath is disturbed as soon as it is ready, stirred from his waist to the dirty water sounds that echo. The motion to rub up the flower buds also resumes, and I can't stop gasping for small, chopped stimuli.

They took him to the next peak with little time between them.

- That's how I was raised to heights over and over again.

By the time I accepted Medismult's own, my body had already melted into guzzles inside and out.

... Yeah, it's the usual thing. He is scattered, wheezed, reached, and finally pierced by himself where he became a hefty, from which he takes time again to tap into his comfort. The word "minus" probably doesn't exist on his head on the bedside.

Even with the anomalous element of tentacles, Medismurt's posture did not change.

The tentacles that commit the secret fissure are as thick as his fingers and only sink as deep. So it hurts in the back, and I cry and cry that I'm reaching for continued but not decisive pleasure, that I'm not enough, and that I want to be pierced by him at the end of the day -

"Kimo, ooh... ooh, ahh...!

Cute, because he whispers in a hot exhaling mixture. Because a plundered voice whispers love.

The burnt out of reason I obediently lift my hips with my legs open.

Bring him into your body and put his joyful words on a sweet, fragrant gasp.

"Phew, ahhhh...!

"My you......"

"... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

If you don't ask for it from me, you won't be able to give it to me, because I've been humiliated.

Press your chest against the cloth to twist your hips.

The anomaly remains tangled in the limb. The blame continues for the nasty tentacles crawling around the flower buds, pinching his chest, and thighs.

Shizuku dripped on his deformed spine. It would be Medismult sweat.

I grabbed his hips with my hot, big hands. He goes back and forth big. A screaming gasp struck his mouth, wearing the rear as powerfully as he wished.

"Ahhh!

"Huh, not yet... a little more..."

A hot incision relentlessly offends a strong inner wall at its peak. He was thrust up again and again in the deepest part of the day, and his grunts began to mix with his hard repeated breath.

It's no use trying to indulge your voice. Because every time I get rocked, the cloth and the tip of my chest rub together, it even gets good and disturbed by such irritation.

The bumping sound of the skin overlaps the muffled and sticky water sound. The tentacles peeled off the honey overflowing from the connected area and applied it to the surrounding skin. My spine grew more poppy in my lukewarm sensation and my strength grew all the time in my body. The cutting tip that offends pushes and spreads the inner wall that tightens becomes more ferocious.

Medismurt's breathing is rough.

The rhythm of the extraction is accelerated.

Eventually he wore the deepest part to reach his limit. The liberated desire flashes from the tip. The infused hot and intense magic spreads from the back of the twitch and belly to the whole body.

My consciousness sank into darkness, exhausted as I felt the dodgy fever.

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- Deposit your body held sideways by a young man sitting on the throne holding me.

What is happening under my eyes is an evenly bisected battle of sharks for real.

Even so, we're not hurting each other. Going between them is a junction sphere that holds Sani's cursed rope, and both of them on the floor meet it over a mesh stretched out in the center.

Shall I call it a reproduction of volleyball? It's just that athletes have no refreshing, healthy impressions like sports because they are a mass of crawl.

The rules were taught at the beginning. I think Fuka's intelligence is expensive because I understood it properly in one explanation. Wow, demon plants.

For those who lose, the curse rope in the sphere's contents, for those who win - is to be given the tentacles of Medismurt.

The tentacles that had been removed from the magic were firmly placed beside the throne. It's a disgusting chunk of pink to look at, but it's made from the flesh of the Demon King, so it'll be a pretty treat for Fuka.

The curse rope is also a fine diet because it is formerly human magic. But the tentacles seem definitely more appealing. The two opposing bodies are meeting the ball with tremendous motivation. All Japan has a surprising ball speed.

"... I still feel like I don't have any body."

"No, you can't make it anymore, Mae, because the shark eats it and erases it from the world..."

Rioner stands across the door to keep no one near him between the thrones. So we're the only ones here right now.

It was Medismult who ordered me to pay, and by his hand I had been stripped half of my dress worn in a corner.

Fingers slip into the chest covered in biscuits. Peeling the embellished frills, my lips slipped into a zero swell.

"Mm-hmm... oh, come on... hmm."

"My dear, please continue watching."

The idea seems to be that if you don't have the eyes of the other person, you won't mind flirting.

The Medicine Mult can crunch the tip I have searched for. The other swell was also swept up from the bischet, and this one rubbed the whole thing gently as it was rubbed and stimulated by the pointy. My breath rises gently. I scratched a pearl gray buried in my chest and took a breath that seemed to wheeze.

"... Mae, no..."

"No problem for me."

The arm that was supporting the back of his knee starts to move in a mess. My hands, slightly wrapped around the hem of the dress and diving in, twitch up as I stroke my complexion.

My skin is very sensitive when I am distracted and wheezed when I wake up. Greedy picks up pleasure. My lower abdomen was sweet and painful, and the remnants zeroed from the place filled with his passion.

"Oh, your freshly worn underwear is damp."

"That was earlier, Mae... ku, uh"

"Has it overflowed? I'll have to pour you something fresh again."

The serious battle of mysterious plants continues to be antagonistic. A ball that was struck with a wave down is taken by the opponent in a floor shade, and another ball that rises into the universe is struck down at an awesome rate.

I want to watch the fake volleyball of the hookahs. Yet consciousness is swallowed up by medismurt pranks.

Fingertips slipped in from side to side except underwear sank into a secret crack. A sweet voice comes out of her nose in a rubbing motion against the inner wall to scratch out the inside. It's too late to catch your breath in a hurry.

A laughing exhale hung on my chest.

"Ahhh..."

I was sucked cuckoo by the tongue and bourbon, and now I have zero gasps that cannot be deluded.

... I can already see the results when this happens. My loss.

"May I offer you a new hobby to satisfy you even more? Pleasure."

Beauty bass squeaks horrible things as she licks her neck muscles up from her chest tip.

I no longer had the strength to argue against Medismurt.