Half-elves Fall in Love

Hundreds of people.

... No, Mr. Deane turned his hand around my body as he liked me,

"... oops"

Hold her with a light hanging voice and suddenly rotate her body into a strange sensation.

I didn't feel anything like I was pulled or pushed up.

Yet it was pulled out of the zabba and the water, floating with a little disregard for gravity.

Rotate laterally through the air with every Mr. Deane. Tons, and a hundred long legs arrive in the wash area, and I'm swinging as I'm wrapped around in a hug.

"Hey, come on."

"You'll find out the bath water is dirty. Besides, trying to do it in the bath, it's inconvenient if it even flows through my horny liquid."

"Ya are motivated really!?

"You sound like a joke, you're sad"

"No Normal...... Ngu!

Shortly before the spin calms down, Mr. Deane bends his knees and I get thrown out into the washroom. And it was only Mr. Deane who, without releasing his arms from me, then took the mount in a natural way and lay his lips on me.

"Hmm... hehe, that's a sweet thing. Yeah, it's been a while since I've been thrilled to expose my skin to men."

"Ugh..."

"Get ready, Andy Smythson. You made me mean it. This is the punishment."

"Duh, what reason is that?"

"Give up thinking you've been offended by a dog"

"Hii! They'll offend you!

Me trying to make a joke out of it all my life, and you can't move me by ignoring it at all, Mr. Deane.

I try to blink, but it doesn't come true. This man is very strong.

"... ugh"

"Good boy. What, I won't let you lose it. Leave it to me."

You give up, you lose your strength. Look at me, you untie the arm you were holding. Leaving a kiss on his cheek with a lit face, Mr. Deane slips back into his lower body.

"I'm fine.... familiar, but emotional to think this will pierce me"

Sighs as he caresses my tight penis like a jerk. And basically pinch it all over its busty chest.

"Wow."

Me shouting out in surprise at the sudden pussy. Seeing my reaction like that, Mr. Deane smiles ill will.

"What, I'm surprised you're such a breast lover, let's just say... you haven't let a female slave do this to you?

"... I always rub it."

"Right or right. You mean your pussy virgin belongs to me? It's my point lead."

Not long after that, Mr. Deane starts to sneeze my penis with his chest. Make sure you re-pinch my penis in small pieces with soft, wavy tits.

"Hmm... hehe, don't give me that really honest look. How about this?

"Ugh..."

Now I can slide my torso back and forth between the breasts with a long stroke.

Comfortable.

I don't think Mr. Deane's body is 200 years old (which is normal because he's an elf), and his hips tremble in response when he thinks that those breasts, which he always admired but was as far away as the other side of the picture, are irritating my nastiest organs.

"Mmm... here you go. What are you putting up with"

"Ku... but patience"

"I've been freaking out a lot since just now. You can't help but want to get it out, can you? You can ejaculate anytime with my chest, okay? Don't be shy."

"Ugh, ugh...!

faint guilt. Overwhelming exaltation.

That Deane Hundred is serving me. He's inviting me like a whore.

My blue-grown penis, like that fact alone overflows the lead. If the actual pleasures go hand in hand, yes. You can't have it for minutes.

"Uh-huh!

Buckoo! Buckoo! Bukku!!

Not to mention, I explode my libido between Mr. Deane's breasts.

"Oh, whoa... is this my ejaculation...?"

"So no, Mr...."

"... I've seen as many men as I can masturbate with my body, but when I bathe myself like this... hehe, they're also doing a waste of time. If you let a woman bathe you, she'll please you."

……

With a trendy face, with exalted eyes, Mr. Deane shrugs.

Between each and every word of it, I find something uncomfortable... but in a consciousness that is sumptuous in the aftertaste of the bath's ascending head and first pussy, it does not make me a myriad of questions.

"... said it shriveled once it was served. That's Smythson."

And my penis quickly returns hardness after the dimension.

As I've noticed lately, I seem to be more energetic than ever.

It seems that if you ejaculate three times a day, you'll usually be hungry when you're about my age, but I still have room for my penis to burst with selenium as a morning, noon, and evening offender. Chan, moving health cuts ahead of this energy drain.

I wonder what it's like to be a soldier on combat duty for once. I don't have to wonder, Selene, but even for Mr. Deane now,

"Really dependable."

And it seems to be well received.

"... then let's go with the real thing from here"

"Are you really going to offend me!?

"Don't make me say it again and again."

I'll stand on my knees and cross over me again, Mr. Deane.

Now spread your vagina over the leftover, nudgy delicacies of ejaculation. Inside Billa Billa is a touching and beautiful pink, stirring up my further inferiority.

"Okay...... eh"

Mr. Deane stops once in contact and is just a little more tempered.

The discomfort just now brings muck and neck.

No way.

No way.

"... Could it be Mr. Deane's first time...?

Perfect, Mr. Deane stopped.

"Wow, is that bad!?

"So, but, because you suddenly have a pussy or something!?

"Ugh, loud! If you're 200 years old, even your ears will get fat!

Mr. Deane turns bright red and angry.

Somehow the point goes. I was wondering if there was such a good story.

"... is that right"

I thought.

Maybe this guy, he's ashamed of his virgin.

I'm just the right person for my first experience, I mean, I guess I'm a toy.

I was kind of disappointed a lot. I can't say anything about people. Even I toyed with Selene.

Is it because Mr. Deane... No, the Hundred Chiefs wanted to think he was a purer, more noble man?

"... what?"

"You know what?"

"... What's up, Smythson"

All of a sudden, he looks worried about me like he was wearing water.

I don't want you to look like that. I don't deserve to let you.

Yet disappointment came out with a mouthful of mouth.

"Then hurry... and tell me."

"What are you talking about"

"Me... you're just a sex guy with a hundred people."

"What... what do you mean?

"I just want to go through sex, and if that's the case, then... I don't need a great deal of reason or anything. I'm usually just sketchy. Dark Elf temper or something like that, I don't really want you to..."

"Smythson"

Hundreds of people took control of me trying to cry with crying eyes.

"You want to think of me like that."

"... eh"

Its eyes are serious, too pure.

I realize I made a terrible mistake.

I realize I said something damaging.

"How can you believe me?

"Hundred."

"How can you call me Deane? Can you believe I want to be serious about your wife?

"Um."

"If you're going to have a baby, of course I will. If I'm just going to think about you, I can stop the army right now. How can they understand that I've been thinking of you for ten years?

Crying, she complains in a trembling voice.

But.

I'm a little man, a little citizen, I can't help but be human.

Such a survival is not just a believable vessel. I have to wonder.

I just need you to understand that.

"I'm just a tiny enough person to be extra tall just to say Selene was really there. Because I made swords for free, I don't think there's a delicious story about being liked by a great guy like a hundred heads. I don't think that's why I get your mind and body."

…………

"Then it's still more convincing to think you've been chosen as a toy to throw away your virginity. I'm such a small person. I apologize if I let you down. But I... I'm just a human being."

…………

The hundred chiefs nodded quietly. Let go of my hand holding the delicacy and hold me up.

I started whispering with tender eyes.

"Bad. Right, you were human.... you suddenly can't understand us."

"Yes. Excuse me."

"No, fine.... Sorry, I thought I blamed people too much. I was too deluded by the general theory about being a dark elf or something. I am me. I felt like I could explain it all, even though the custom and the race had nothing to do with me personally."

"Hundred."

"Let's be honest.... I've always liked you since I came to the squad. I was happy to be the same person as that boy who made me the sword, but that's just the trigger. I like you. I like all your weakness, kindness, honesty and bravery. I misled that with tribal custom. Sorry."

Serious confession that has changed after hitting with previous color tricks.

That's the same abandoned, round naked emotion that selenium has all the way to.

If I hear this, there's no way I can interpret the difference that it's an older woman's glory anymore.

"I don't like that little girl taking you. I don't want you to be gone. So hold me first. Give me a chance, as your woman, to make an effort. Because I'll do my best."

"... ok. Mr. Deane, I... I want to offend Mr. Deane"

"offend."

And now it was time to hold him enthusiastically and fall with him.

Grab Mr. Deane's ass and try to spread Billa Billa with both hands.

At the moment of spreading, the genitals, which secrete horny fluid so pussy overflowing, lust men so nasty that they don't think they're virgins.

"... I will offend you"

"Yeah."

Hearing Mr. Deane's reply without a moment's hesitation, I bury my penis in a hot vagina with Guccuri.

"Mmm... Ugh!

Tremble. Even though I haven't even got a turtle head in yet, the vagina that I already try to swallow greedily is excellent. You won't have to push in to ejaculate in minutes just because you're doing this.

"Ugh."

Black and supple, beastly and gemstone spine twirls.

Slightly and forcefully pierce Mr. Deane's virginity. It forcefully awakens the function of her woman after a long, long sleep. Just for me to taste.

"Ha, ah... Smythson eh... no, Andy... you, let me... come in... come in!!

"I'm coming in... I'm opening up!

The feeling of a bump.

Stiff spine. Swinging breasts.

It goes forcefully deep inside the nervous vagina.

"Yes, just... Ouch!!

"... oh, I'm in... I just went to the back!

I finally buried a delicacy in my long-awaited wheat limb.

I was too excited about that.

"Ahhh!!

"Huh!?

BOOK!! BOOK, BOOK!!

Unconscious.

Even though I haven't made a single round trip yet, I inject Zamen into Mr. Deane's womb.

Anything is fast. So awfully awkward, I lost my word.

"Then, silly... I can't believe I let you out all of a sudden..."

"Shh, excuse me"

"... you're too happy. Ugh...?

"Huh...?

Seeing, Mr. Deane was really smiling happily.

"Ha... I even dreamed... of Smythson's, Andy's child... eh"

"Oh, really?"

"... yeah, that's right. Love, feeling..."

I bet you haven't pulled any pain yet. In that evidence, Mr. Deane's vagina is tight and completely powerless.

Yet with the happiest face in the world, Mr. Deane stroked his own belly.

I'm really sorry that I doubted my feelings at all, it was such a sight.

Then a few days.

Me and Mr. Deane haven't ostensibly changed anything.

Originally, Mr. Deane was busy, and I'm a ten-man in my spare time as usual.

But really, sometimes, Mr. Deane gets sweet with an order tone when he decides to be alone with you two.

"Andy.... rub your shoulders"

"Yes, sir."

"Mmm... there, more ago"

…………

"More. More.... rub with respect and love for your boss"

"But a hundred men long"

"Call me by name"

"... Mr. Deane. I think this place is tits, not shoulders."

"You don't like it?

"I love it"

"Ok...."

We can hardly bring it to sex, but that makes us feel spicy with each other.

The occasional insertion burns very hard.

Beside it, Selene is also a female slave, or still happy to continue her life leading up to sex if she has time to flirt.

I think I continue to live a really punitive life of warm water while I'm at it, but I don't get any words from either of them urging me to make a decision, so it's getting sweet.

I wonder if that's okay, but thank you. Selene also knew and seemed to shut up.

"Mr. Andy."

"... yeah?

"The... I'm a female slave. You'll cry if you cut me down a few times, won't you?

"Wow, okay."

In a way, it's bad for my stomach. Is this really okay?

Its selenium, but I still don't feel well just living in a crossbow squad, so I recently started helping run my troops. It seemed that Mr. Deane turned his hand because of the local expropriation staff.

And an unexpected talent turns out.

"... can selenium be medical photography"

"Yes"

He's good at medical optics, which is a form of magic.

Magic that activates the life force of the surgeon and gives it to others who have been hurt. By way of example, the effect is not great, it doesn't do much for deep injuries, but still enough to erase a little scratch is a paltry thing, and I started to be treated like a goddess, especially by the new American paramilitaries who are unfamiliar with handling crossbows.

"Kind of not funny"

"Will you be jealous?

"A little."

"Glad to hear it."

"... do that kind of noroke when you're alone because it's unpleasant"

Angelos frightened me.

"Yes, next person -"

"Wishes."

"Yes, wait a minute.... Muggle"

Selene eats herbs made of salad in front of the patient.

It's a kind of weed that grows around there when you say herb, and it's not supposed to be more effective than regular medicine. But when Selene used medical photography, the vitality produced by these herbs seemed important. They can convert it from eating to resilience and use it.

"Yes, I'll go."

Selene puts her hands together. The blood beans formed on the parasols' fingers disappear in seconds of things.

"Oh, wow."

"Hmm. It's convenient for a long journey of half-elf."

"All right, all right."

"Eh heh."

We flirt in the infirmary. The treated parasol leaves with a slightly remorseful face.

"That's a brilliant thing."

"Eh. This is what I'm struggling with."

Selene answers Angelos' whining with her chest stretched.

"This technique begins where you freely activate your vitality."

"Yes. That's all you need when you're traveling alone. Even a few injuries. So it's all OK."

"I see. Sounds convenient."

"Do you remember Mr. Angelos, too? It's not hard."

…………

Angelos looked difficult. Maybe I don't like magic. Well, I have a magical talent. Half an elf is a third of the total.

"But if you had this technique, you couldn't even use it on your 'friends'."

Selene must have asked Polka for a Spirit Springs to save her friend.

Make it ineffective for major injuries, if you can afford it enough to travel, I think it's a little bit of a useful move.

"Uh... I couldn't eat much rice or anything in the first place at that time... it was difficult to get energy from the outside."

"Heh... yeah?

Was Selene fasting for any reason back then?

I felt a little uncomfortable, but it's sort of a half-elf thing. No wonder there's something I don't know much about.

…………

Angelos looked as difficult as ever, watching Selene.

Shit. Thick.

…………

"What is it, Mr. Angelos? Aren't you going to take a bath?

"No, I wanted to watch the moon for a bit. I'll be in in a little while."

Chip, chip.

…………

Side of Angelos. Selene nudity.

Angelos runs a glimpse and opens his mouth.

"Selene."

"What is it?

"... I've been wondering lately. Can I ask you something?

"Is it to me?

"Oh.... I still think I'm quite trained in this. I've been dying of swords."

"Especially since you came to Celesta. In real life format. Ace Knight doesn't wear many helmets, so I did it in that style... and I cut off my ears once."

"... yes, it looks painful"

"I was unconscious. Well, a swordsman's knife wound, I thought it was a medal.... but Elf's blood is pretty amazing. No, should I call it irony? Even cut off, my ears stretched, and now this street"

"You're a little different in shape, aren't you? But it stretched."

One beat.

"Elf's ear is actually a highly regenerative area.... I was curious. Your ear wound, it's too slow to heal for a wound I had 15 years ago."

Selene did her hand to her left ear.

My memories of an ear with a knife cut.

"It's such a sharp wound. Why? If we can use more medical optics, I think it's gone."

…………

"I still have something to worry about. According to Smythson, you were traveling with a friend. He said he was perfectly happy at the polka, but why are you acting like he didn't have that friend now, acting like he deserved to be alone? Isn't that unnatural enough to mouth the loneliness traits of a half-elf often?

"Oh, that's..."

"... so far, I'm also a little caught up in looking for Smythson. If you go out and find it right away, it won't take you three years to find Trot Ju, even if you put a place in your calculations where entry is forbidden. Half an elf can move around in Celesta, so you'll be able to find a major city in a year."

Angelos takes a breath. Make sure there's no objection from Selene, and go on.

"... not immediately, but finally after fifteen years. It moves a little faster at the time of the war. If you're worried, it'll work at that time, won't it? If you're going to wait, you shouldn't be bitter for half an elf for twenty or thirty years."

"That's because I can't wait to see you more and more..."

…………

Angelos has his tough face pointed at Selene.

Selene tried to excuse something and leaned down to give up.

And close your eyes.

"... between me and Mr. Andy, are you going to rip it off?

My eyes conceived a frightening emotion.

I've never seen selenium. No. I know what it's like. During the sex, there were a few occasions when I showed a frantic light.

Without being frightened at all, Angelos took a grand glance.

"I'm a friend of Smythson's. As a friend of Smythson's, I'd like to ask you."

Put your hands on the short sword patterned ass.

"Who are you?

(cont 'd)