Half-elves Fall in Love

There are legends of a kind called dragon riders in legends around the world.

That is the dragon doer. The story of a man or an elf or a Dwarf brave man who rides a giant dragon at will, at one point fighting the great evil of the gap between nations, at one time an angry evil dragon, and at another time a natural disaster.

Many paintings and songs are based on it, as it is a legend that really becomes a picture.

but skepticism seems to be majority among intellectuals when it comes to its existence.

There is a simple question as to whether a dragon needs a rider or something.

If this is a 5m size wing dragon, commonly known as a flying dragon, you can still tell. The limit is that their intelligence is good and livestock, and if they stick to it, they listen to some verbal orders other than the rider's guide. They have riders and for the first time, tactical action becomes possible.

But the dragon is a kind of divine immortal, with more intelligence and magical knowledge than man, strong as a joke, and yet quietly insisting on neutrality against human disturbances. I can't think of any reason why I could be held back by the will of every human being, even if I could ever be the guardian beast of the city or nation in play.

It's hard to realistically see and think about that they're just humans, elves, dwarves on the reins, riding around and excluding human threats.

So dragon riders are only legendary beings.

It was the conclusion of the intellectuals that some human beings might have stood above the dragon by some means in the era of the ruins civilization, said but not just out of the realm of imagination and unlikely in reality.

"Placing a collar in a dragon means becoming a dragon rider."

"... Huh?

"There will also be about one in the Lord's homeland. The story of the little ones who rode the dragon and ran through the sky. Bear witness to my possession, and bear that responsibility."

Lyla says with a serious face.

I've never seen Lyla's face so quiet and emotional.

"... because you... told me to make this collar from you"

…………

Lyla stares at me for a while and sighs so much.

"That's right. The Lord said to man that he had intended to recognize, but still a little bit with our senses. … I should have told you first that such proof of ownership for us is not something that can be done with laughter."

Lyla loosened the gaze pressure.

The tension throughout the room is removed and lightened up soothingly.

"Explain it to me from the beginning. We don't know the customs of dragons. Or did Andy do it again?"

"What is it again?"

"It's a thought-provoking act, like giving me a sword. Race exclusive."

…………

I think Mr. Deane came up with too much of that. I wonder why you thought I understood such a custom.

"I haven't done anything yet, boy. Not yet."

Lyla put her arms together and smiled.

"First of all,... right. We need to start by saying that mating is not as important to us as our Lord."

"What?"

"For people, I also know that mating will be the greatest expression of affection, and an important thing to take only with your beloved counterpart. Then the dragon... well, not many people are so wild about who they are, but I just want you to know that if you change them every year, you don't see them as much of a problem."

"Oh, really?"

Is it like a cow orga colony? Competition is superior, like.

"We have nothing like marriage in the world of men in the first place. There are few external enemies who can harm the dragon, even if the child is stuffed in the womb, and the child is strong enough to grow on its own without parents. You don't have to tie her up for reproduction."

"... I see"

"But there is an oath that still amounts to marriage and deserves to be suspended for life."

Take a breath.

Lila tightens her loose gaze again and aligns it firmly with me.

"A dragon is a mass of power. That, too, is pointy power to destroy. If you care about it, you can even turn mountains into lakes in just one night, but it's not very different from people when it comes to creating them contrary. Even if you're somewhat magically good at it, you're just within reach of someone as talented as Deane. Half-wise, we fear that imbalance. Unfortunately, there is still an instinct somewhere that you don't want your own power to rot"

……

"Dragon values are simple. There is only one thing that defines good and evil. Good for strength with your heart, evil for your heart with your strength. It is clear which is easier for those of us who are powerless. That's why we ask. Heart that helps. No, those responsible for our power."

Okay, here we go.

That is.

"Tied us stronger than reproduction than sexuality is the covenant of this powerful heart. For us, the equivalent of a man's marriage is the oath that he owns this power and assumes all responsibility."

Lyla said that much and lowered her voice to try me again.

"I've helped some play before, Andy Smythson, are you going to proprietary my powers? Or leave it to my whim to break off with bad luck even if I don't feel comfortable when I want to help, and continue the pattern as it is now, frightened by my mood?

"Hold on, hold on"

Sure, that could be a serious story.

Wouldn't it be too easy to talk?

"I am your exclusive power. That's okay, is there anything wrong there?

Don't worry. I don't know what kind of preparation you want from me to tell you to worry.

It's kind of disgusting.

"Ho."

Lyla has a flirtatious eye.

But it's not always the same subtle thing as when you set me up with a sketchy prank. It was a provocative, evil atmosphere smile.

"It's quicker to look. Here."

Lyla reaches this way.

For a moment, my consciousness was distorted.

─ ─ I do not love your Lord.

─ ─ I like the temperament, but that's all.

- Of course.

─ ─ My lord and I have not known each other for months.

─ ─ There will still be little time to talk about love.

─ ─ Being fond of someone means finding a hanging of your own thoughts on the face, temperament, and the beauty of someone you may not even know.

─ ─ Loving someone means reaching a point where you can also forgive the shift.

─ ─ I like the beauty of the Lord. Not to the extent that I think I'm going to have children.

─ ─ Then it does not come to forgive anything, even the Lord.

─ ─ Don't you know what happens when you forgive someone like that, someone with such a degree of connectivity with so much power by the time they're immense?

Red of blood.

A torn torn torso. Arms. Splashed guts.

The slightly sumptuous vision is dim.

What is the background to this sight that I can manage to read… is it the Great Labyrinth of the Desert?

'Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!

In my ear, I hear tears.

Lyla is crying. Never heard of it before, Lila's sincere voice of pity.

Forever and ever, I lay down in front of the wreckage, licking the hardened blood, and I keep crying.

─ I can't believe I love Gary.

- That's all I liked about that guy.

─ ─ If you revealed who you are, you would have known what a simple man would do.

─ ─ Dragons are absolutely evil, in times when everyone believes and suspects that a thousand people will be helped if one hunt.

- Still, I can't let go of the hope that you'll love me.

─ ─ While you're at it, when the man comes to get his neck, you can't even forgive him for his actions.

─ ─ One of these necks would have made him a hero. I'm sure you'll be happy. Even if it hadn't been years before the end of the Fire Dragon War, he would have lived happily ever after.

─ ─ Forgive yourself for everything, and I want you to love me, but in the end I forgive him for his righteousness. Thoughts were only to that extent as I revealed them from myself.

─ ─ I don't love your Lord.

─ ─ Making a contract of power means putting me right next to that. I don't even know when it will erupt. It means putting yourself by the fire escape.

─ ─ I don't even know when your Lord will cut you as fine as Gary if you did an imitation you don't care about.

─ ─ The Lord is not the only one. Maybe one day I'll be jealous, and even Serene, Deane, Angelos, and Jeanne will be such a meat chunk. It's no different for me than cutting a thousand grasses.

─ ─ Are you prepared to take responsibility for it?

─ Can you still catch me and put me instead as your Lord's?

─ ─ I'm not saying I can't. I'm a proper, easy-going woman. If you don't make a pact, let's help the Lord until you change your mind. Let's get held.

─ ─ Mind you, Andy Smythson.

─ ─ I'm Black Dragon. You have the flame to burn everything down, Black Dragon.

"Eh."

Wake up from the phantom.

I guess that phantom was only for a moment. No one's position or expression has changed.

And I grabbed Lila's outstretched hand, pulled it and forced her to drag it into my chest.

"Become...!? Me, boy, are you seeing a phantom?!?

Don't move, stupid dragon.

And then I put a collar on it.

"Ugh... this, regret... you might"

I'm not interested in dragon riders.

"Boy!"

"I'm not a kid. I'm your husband now."

Catch Lyla's facedown face with both hands, and if you stick your lips out, you'll stare at her at a distance she could kiss.

"You, you look so lonely. You make yourself appropriate. It's easy, so it's a dragon. It's so perplexing. Can't you even be sweet without being so protective? You told me to make it sweet that night."

"... Andy"

"I'm telling you, I'm not the guy with the kind of occasions where you use your powers. I can't think of anyone who has to win, or a demon who has to take them down.... but you're not as friendly as I freaked out at you right now. I know, you're just a lonely, dm, exposed maniac, big tits, beautiful idiot. We can fly a little bit more, we can blow fire."

"Where is' just '..."

"Everyone here is awesome compared to me. I can't get my hands on it. That's why you're so strong, and now you can't make me hit."

"... don't brag about being weak. I don't trust you, sir."

"If you don't mind, take off your collar and give it back. If this happens, I'll put it on Mr. Hilda."

"I don't like it."

Lyla laughed.

Then he escaped from his loose hand, knelt gracefully in front of him, and proclaimed clearly.

"Andy Smythson. Let's define that as my Lord, my rider. Whether his life is exhausted or his descendants, my strength is beneath him. My heart was in my chest."

"Fine, but as far as common sense goes."

"Ho. He's an innocent guy.... is common sense on the bed for now?

"Ma'am. I'll ride you around."

"I'll be looking forward to it."

The usual invincible grin of Lyla came back.

Then I'll put a collar on Jeanne, Angelos and Aurora.

"Now Atashi is officially the son of ten chiefs."

"You're my age..."

Jeanne is having a weird way of delighting.

"... it was a bit of a dream"

"Take it off at the barracks. Please."

"I'll wear a round neck shirt."

"... would you like to wear it that far?"

"Yeah."

Angelos caresses his collar in a strange way.

"Heh heh. It's not a bad idea to own someone."

"If you're really tired of it, take it off. I mean, if General Lucas finds out, this time I won't be alone."

"I don't care about a man like that."

"No! It's super scary!

My brother has a spicy Aurora and I just can't get through the trauma.

When we finished putting collars on all those who wished, we started making noise that we had to be able to have collar buddies with each other.

"Now there are six female slaves of Mr. Andy at once."

"Are there six of you? You look like five people here."

"... they're still leaving one in Andy's birthplace for everything"

"That's ten men long."

"This is the day of the week to share."

And the Dark Elf sisters looking a little envious of that.

"Fine. You don't want Deane?

"Well, I'm willing to be Andy's wife with dignity."

"Mmm. But at that rate, she's only going to come around about three times a month when she's your wife, right?

"... Wait a minute, sister. Is it possible that you're in the accounts, too?"

"You're not letting me in? My husband's not going to be home at all, and I'll let him in for a while. Anyway, when someone's on maternity leave, Andy, your body's free."

"Sister, humans don't like cheating like that, do they?

"Ugh. But it's not like I hate Mr. Orleans as much as I want to get a divorce."

He's a complicated man.

"Yes, yes, more than that, Mr. Carlos is ready for lunch, isn't he? Everybody, it's time to go back to the motherhouse."

When I slapped my hand and said that, everyone made it right for a moment.

"It's only ten o'clock bell, right?

"I'll look at it now"

And Selene looks at the day clock board installed in the garden.

"There's still an hour and a half till lunch."

You've got plenty of time.

"Hmm."

"Damn, guys...... sister"

"Yes, yes."

Oh, man, Mr. Deane sighed and urged me, and Mr. Hilda attaches it to my leg.

─ ─ ─ ─ Yes, move it. "

"Oh."

My legs move.

It works, though.

"... you should have called me in the sleepover anyway."

"Ho. Sweet, Andy"

Lyla came in in in time sultry and made a family out of her chest.

I was going to tolerate those tits because they were still completely naked from earlier on, but I would still doke as soon as I acted in such a way as to produce a color fragrance. Lyla is a twat when it comes to coloring boulders.

"Sometimes it's an emotion because it's such an unfit place. Wouldn't it be a B thing if a craftsman arranged a woman for her breath to conceive in a workshop where iron was beaten and leather cut and sewn?

"Breathe. I've finished working on it."

"Ho. That's what I mean by play"

Mr. Hilda pulls a hemp bag or dripping cloth from that area and spreads it over the workbench.

Sleeping on top of it, Lila inviting one leg up and Jeanne turning her ass down with her goodies, half pants and shorts.

"There you go, parent. Hit the vagina in the heat."

"I have work to do here, parent."

Have you come with your parents?

... I do dream of being called that one day.

"Zuuuuuuuuuuu!

"Parents, the stops are a little off. Please fix it."

Selene jumping on the workbench with her upper body and Mr. Hilda skirting up and shaking her ass.

"Should we mix..."

"Sa, that's just nasty... but me and Mr. Andy's woman..."

Mr. Deane stops Angelos and Aurora approaching the workbench fluttering.

"You guys be aware of yourselves as Ace Knight for once. I can't do this any more in time."

"Mr. Deane."

Calm Mr. Deane is a little reliable.

"We have an hour and a half, so we should wait till the next time."

"... next time?

"Can't you?

... I know you're being unscrupulous.

But I haven't done it in weeks. Yesterday is not enough at all.

"I'll do it"

"Yay."

I can't pull it off when I'm innocently pleased.

... Come on, me.

(I'll tell you... I'll tell Ashton's father...)

"Special Agent Becker Hundred, there's so much to report...?

"It's very important! If possible, ask Quirka on the Feilong flight!

"Ri, got it!

(cont 'd)