Half-elves Fall in Love

Half a bell allows all Crossbow squads to be assembled in the practice area.

"More than this, the Celesta Northern Legion Crossbow squad will be off the battle list for the General Headquarters for about three months. I mean, it's inactive."

To Deane Hundred Man's opening best words, upset runs to everyone. I haven't messed up my squad rules enough to give a boulder a private word, but we all waited for the next word with an anxious face as to what it meant.

Being off the force list means being removed from the army's chain of command. Because it can also mean dissolution, reorganization, etc., depending on

The figure of Feilong and the conductor standing behind Mr. Deane, as well as the Sixth Minister Ashton, dressed in a distinctive robe, also appears as an element of anxiety, depending on what you see.

but Mr. Deane dared not to go through with it and took over the following words:

"The reason is my personal trip"

…………

Subtle air flows.

"The HQ has my magic cover and is optimized so that 100% power can be exerted. It is a measure because it would be difficult to operate without me and be mischievously cut off from my power. I want everyone to be honored that this measure has been passed as proof of your perception that you are trump cards for war."

Cut the words. Mr. Deane looks around at them all.

That's why I'm traveling... you know?

an atmosphere that I can't resist weirdly. I can't help it.

"Kohon."

You couldn't see your daughter being exposed to too subtle an atmosphere, and the minister comes forward as she coughs.

"Did you guys still have half the personnel at the time when you said you were in the trot war ahead? Anyway, I am well aware of your fearful powers in the Crossbow squad. Since then, however, I have heard reports that we have been constantly placed in a preparatory position by order of those in our centre who have asked for that power, and that we have not received a consolidated rest."

It gives me a grin that seems discerning. Are you a politician on a boulder around here?

"Young men who spend more time here than associates may not know, but other troops are supposed to rotate and have their home leave organized every few years. I don't think the Crossbow team has a replacement yet."

Sounds true. I've heard a bit about it from Isaac and others who have been transferred from other units.

"I may feel strange because I'm inspired by Deane Hundred's trip this time, but it's a good opportunity. Anyone who wants to take a vacation is to be treated with pay for the period, so I want you to take a full bone break. Whether you're going home or free, you can also take this opportunity to sightsee Quica. I also give special allowances to those who continue their training shift, so you should feel safe and thoughtful."

The subtle atmosphere gradually turns into a festive mood as the minister's story continues.

It's a little too exhausting and the story is too delicious, but it's what the minister says, you don't have to suspect it all the way back or even lies.

And it's a bit of a bitter laugh for me, Angelos, and a few others who were on the scene. No way. Nobody thinks that Mr. Deane is driven out on the fringe of his flesh parents to handle troubles between tribes and that the minister is abusing his powers to cover them.

"But is three months enough?

"It'll be enough. Even carriages can take less than a month to reach the forest elf territory with high-speed connecting routes. Your father has the full cost of transportation."

Evening.

Talk about this itinerary while helping Mr. Deane pack.

"It's something that's going to take time to get over there. Assuming he's a colony leader."

"Son of a colony leader, to be exact. Oh, my God, white elves have high pride. If you're provoked like a dark elf who's naked, you can't just not come out."

"… do you provoke"

Whatever it takes, it's hard for me to understand Mr. Deane's soul and guts to be so strong in the other person's pocket.

"Or are you going alone?

"Once Angelos is here, too"

"We should all go cross-bow..."

"Understand him, Smythson. I don't know why your father was so obsessed with promoting me."

After the example suspension report, the minister is no longer there because he has returned to the capital city of Quica on the Feilong flight as it were. That's why Mr. Deane considered his father with a slightly gentle face.

"If we respond with the military to what they do, we will now give a gap between Father and the Dark Elf Colony, and this Crossbow squad, against the whole thing, from other regions, from other troops, to 'civil unrest'. The truth is, the smartest way to brag about my powers without hurting them is to shrink them and invite them into outrage."

"... but what did you say no to?

"I told you. I am proud of this crossbow squad. I can't stand being poorly run in the hands of others...... no"

Stop the hand that binds the load, and Mr. Deane looks back.

It naturally pops into my chest like the wind flutters my clothes.

"... I can't stand the thought of you being used by other incompetents and if you die. That's why I don't want to go up there anymore to protect you with these hands."

"... Hine. Does that mean you don't want to promote me to a hundred?"

"You can take that. What, if you have money, I'll make it."

"Me, it was a secret dream to be better than Mr. Deane and give orders."

"I'll ask you anything you want in bed, okay?

"... I don't know why you're calling me Selene, trying to make me a hippo."

"Humans are too much. So I want to take care of it when I like it. You know what I mean."

Mr. Deane has a sweet voice in his chest.

Stick with me, I get craved.

"... dammit, then order.... Let Me Fuck You Now"

"Idiot. That's a favor."

"Ya, let him fuck you"

"Got it. Use as much as you like, Lord Superior."

The two of us pull into a pompous, unchanging bed in a perfectly angry room.

Strong enough outside not to even make Angelos a problem, Mr. Deane is no different than just a girl when laid to me.

"You're not sure how old the dark elves are... they look younger than me"

"No superior officer can use salutations."

"... that play, do you continue?

"The first thing I mentioned was the superior officer."

He wants to play that he's only a subordinate who gets his body opened by order of a superior officer.

"So... uh, dark elf, how old are you when you fix it to a human? What are you?"

"Yes, … do you say that you are not the same age as a human being, because it takes about a thousand years to be a father"

"... a thousand years with that"

In other words, in simple calculation, a thousand years ÷ 40 years or so = 1 year old in 25 years.

Is that it?

"Deanne... uh"

"Call it off, please."

"Diane was about 200 years old"

"That's what it is."

"Fix it to a human?

"...... so the way you get old is different. The growth rate isn't the same as it was for me, but aging... at the human age, it takes 800 years to go from about 18 to about 30."

"... well, in a big mess... a little bit of a hatchet?

"It will."

"... Dark Elves are a mystery"

I don't care how I look at my usual confident expression, my sister's skin attitude, I don't think I'm younger. But when you can be so subordinate, or gruesome, you do look like that.

"Don't you like it?

"No way. I'm a polka kid who loves young, tense tits"

"Phew, I'm relieved...... eh"

"Mmmm......"

Until now, Mr. Deane, who was just a bunch of assembled and greedy jerks, is so fresh to accept my kiss as he does.

Or so far the total has only led to the insertion of about a finger of one hand, so when it comes to freshness everything is still fresh. Mr. Deane turned to take it is cute anyway.

"I'll take it off..."

"Take it off, won't you be commanded?"

"... take it off"

"Ha."

Mr. Deane is happy and takes off his clothes lusciously.

People who prefer shorter clothing that doesn't hide their skin so much originally, but it was really fantastic and beautiful for those little cloths to leave their skin one by one.

"... I took it off"

"Then..."

Lick it, I try to tell you to get on with it, and I come up with something more in order.

"... masturbate"

"... eh"

"Didn't you hear that? I'm telling you to make me masturbate."

…………

Instantly, pompous Mr. Deane. I guess it was a bit on the anticipation diagonal.

But smile with a red face.

"… for a long time, do you see? Or from your butt?

"Since before. Rubbing my tits."

"Copy that... I did"

He wakes up with his uncle and opens his crotch in front of me to the letter M.

Though we have interacted several times, I remain yearning for years, I find myself strongly bewildered and excited by the situation in which that woman, a hero of war, also performs something pleasantly embarrassing on my orders.

I've been attacked by myself many times, I wonder if it's really okay with me.

The more painful her groin is, the more erect she gets at her strong, chopped gaze that twists it down.

"Am... hmm, hah... superior... superior, dedicated... I am a nasty whore, dedicated to the superior... eh!

Rub your chest like I said, nasty, hairless fissures with your middle finger, index finger, pharmacopoeia, and caress yourself repeatedly with a twist so that you can lick it to stroke.

"The Upper Officer's... Senior Officer's dick, assigned to comfort, female soldier. Shh...!!

Mr. Deane spinning nasty, disdainful words, even though I didn't even order you to say that.

Every word, every time I say something obscene, I tremble on my shoulders, drooling from my mouth up and down.

Maybe it's unexpectedly Mazo.

"The task is to wear the semen of the superior officer... because it is the main task of the superior officer to conceive so much and bear so many children... so offend me... make me Deane..."

"I don't think so."

"Huh...?

Mr. Diane's hand stops, who was peeling Clitoris and twisting him into small pieces.

"It's pathetic to have a child born in the military."

"... ahhh..."

"Are you the kind of light woman who gives birth to a superior officer's son whenever you have an army order?

I know the answer, and I dare to put a scratch on Mr. Deane's paranoia.

Paranoid, but I want it to be mine, what a narrow wish.

But Mr. Deane imagines discipline, answering with tears overflowing from his eyes.

"No... I hate... your... Andy Smythson child, I want...!! I'm sorry, I don't care about the mission... I like you, I gave birth to your child... Hurry up and corrupt me, my nasty men, into a slave just to you nasty!!

"... good boy"

Guilty of being mean, he gently pushes down Mr. Deane, who cried out. And I pushed my dick stretched out on the ginguin all at once into the crying vagina.

"Ha... Ah, ah...!!

"... awesome"

The whole body, in Mr. Deane with a fever, seemed to boil in a scorching soup.

You're welcome to my penis, my whole vagina hugs my penis, and my uterus mouth gives me a chutzy kiss.

The upper mouth was not about to wait for this arrival, but was thrusting out his tongue and gasping.

Licking the saliva around its mouth, it moves in its vagina in a groan.

"Ahhh, ahhh... ahhh... Feels good, yeah, ahhh!

"Me too... damn, pity me...!

With all that mental superiority, your lower body is not superior at all. I still don't have a lot of resistance to the comfort of a woman.

I didn't feel like I could hold back my ejaculation at all as I made a flashy noise with Gucho Gucho and sent my penis back and forth.

No, I also know that if you loosen the movement, you can loosen your pleasure, and put up with it a little bit, but loosening that movement was in itself too much of a consultation.

It's too much.

I couldn't believe I loved you with a little relief, my little liver balls were too empty, the bees were going to hit me, and I wasn't scared to be able to.

So I ejaculate unbearably.

"Hia... aha... ♪ Ejaculated, I'm being... oh, I'm glad... I'm glad...!

"Eww..."

That's all Mr. Deane is always happy about. Loosen your eyes and cheeks as if you were in Peach Township, hold me tight and keep shooting me in the mouth of your womb.

What I can do with that is, I personally regret it. It's definitely premature ejaculation. I'm sorry. But I didn't want to admit that even though I have this much enthusiasm, I can only give pleasure with something spiritual.

"... ah... what...!?

Gu, gu, gu, gu...!

Stick Mr. Deane up even more so as to crush the spitting semen.

The vagina that wandered into the gucha still continues to cramp, but I poke at it more and more.

"Oh, man, no, ahhh... hey, ahh...!!

"I told you to use it as you please...?

"Ha... yes, but... ahhh!

Confused, Mr. Deane continues to be shaken.

Oh, I know. Ahead of this is my selfishness. The handover, the affection and the zamen that Mr. Deane wanted, when it comes to just now and enough is enough. We should set aside time to continue with consent, even if we do it again.

But I still poked Mr. Deane.

Many times, many times, he pokes around as he ejaculates.

"Ya, ah, ah, ah, ah... this, ah!!

"Ugh...... Ugh!

I offended Mr. Deane for so long that I didn't know how many ejaculations I ended up with.

Not to mention Mr. Deane didn't even get his hands and legs tangled, he was in tuna, but I still kept doing it hectically.

Why.

─ ─ Even though they love me so much, I admire them too.

on a journey that could possibly die.

Even taking Angelos.

Because I couldn't wait to regret that you were leaving me.

I know. I'm weak. He's part of a system called Crossbow "Squad," so he can fight, including repairs and commands, and he's a useless soldier by himself.

I know that.

So I thought I'd pour all that pity, anger and stuff on Mr. Deane that I'm not sure I know.

Until I fell tired, I was waving my hips cool and sad with my sad face.

"... you, I can't do this at once... but you really haven't served a jock in one night?

…………

Mr. Deane squeaks with a bitter smile as he strokes my covered hair.

I tried to answer, but I was exhausted, my voice withered, and I couldn't respond.

"... Speaking of which, this... if I left you, you'd be monopolized by that little girl for three months..."

…………

Kokon, snort. That's why I slapped him.

But Mr. Deane said casually, pounding me on the back, as he came up with a hoot.

"All right, you come too."

"... what?

"I can't stand to put up with you for 90 nights. Come and do it every day."

"... Yes?

"You don't like that?

"... yes, no, the"

"Oh well, either way, Selene will follow... well, you can't replace your belly on your back. Follow us both."

"... Yes"

... Is that it?

What am I, mistaken?

... wow not so cool?

(cont 'd)