Half-elves Fall in Love

"Well, it's not time to run out. I'll keep it for you for half an hour."

"Hey, hey, Mr. Hilda!?

"Sister!? You won't forgive me for losing our share!?

Mr. Deane, I know how you feel, but I want you to worry about me more purely. If I can keep pulling every three minutes at a pace, I'll be dead.

"It's okay. Oh, what do you think Dr. Hilda is?

Mr. Hilda takes off his clothes while pointing his mouth and wraps my penis with both hands.

"Uh..."

Let your eyes wander, Mr. Deane.

And Lila and Selene, who are stretching, speak for themselves.

"You're not an insatiable succubus."

"Are you a traveler dicked around in the desert?"

What about Lyla's analogy with Selene anyway?

"Chi - Ugh. I'm still a magic doctor."

My hands stimulate my penis at high speeds by allowing me to snap even though I say it like a child. It's not a foreplay that lets you work hard until just before ejaculation, and then when you lick it, you let it in. It was a skilled and relentless move that was already coming out of the beginning.

"Ugh, hey, dude......!?

"If it's Dr. Hilda, even a penis made of children overnight by Kemono... ok, ok, ok. ─ ─ ─!!

Suddenly they grab my balls and cast a spell. heightened pleasure accelerated at once from Mr. Hilda's palm, and

"Ugh, ahhh!?

Bullshit, and ejaculation.

Sperm Hell The magical influence blows up an amount like a piss. It's like a fountain, I think it's other personnel.

And a slightly weakened ejaculation persists...

I won't stop. I won't stop after a minute.

"Yeah, yeah!?

"One of Dr. Hilda's 108 Special Attacks. Valve Crusher" "

"What are you talking about?!?

"I can't stop ejaculating for the next ten minutes, so thank you."

"Wait, he's gonna die," he said.

"It's all right, 'cause you're just going to have the same momentum as ejaculation like a wow"

Just. What's "just"?

"Okay, let's go. Okay?

And Mr. Hilda relentlessly swallows his own vagina the penis that continues to ejaculate like it would or its cuckoo fountain.

"Ugh, ah!?

"Huh... this, this, it doesn't stop, does it? I get squeezed in my manko while I ejaculate all the time."

Mr. Hilda, just welcome to the depths, and that's not all you need.

Let the tortoise head into the mouth of the uterus and seed it constantly, while further skillfully manipulating the vaginal canal to squeeze the chin up in three steps from bottom to top like a milk squeeze.

"Ha... I guess, nah... ♪ My stomach is filled with pregnancy juice... ♪"

"Wait, if this is not sharp, uhh!?

Even the head-crazy pleasure persists.

Vision is sumptuous.

Chinko, Kimochi is good.

Manko, let's go.

…………

"... Yikes. Hey, Andy Kuhn."

Ha, I woke up. No, my eyes weren't closed.

I was fainting with my eyes open.

"Oh, this, after all, was difficult the first time?

"What...?

Ejaculation is... stopping.

It's stopped, but still, as usual, every time Mr. Hilda raises or lowers his hips, sperm bursts from the back, bursting all over his hips.

"Too impotent, sister."

"Ugh, I've been a little off the hook with this."

"Ko, now... minus the hand?

"My husband had another hassle, a phantom magic that sharpened his comfort,"

"... don't you think it's crazy..."

"It's okay. Okay, I'm good at identifying critical things that don't happen."

The devil. There is a great devil.

My husband's heart and how he kept flirting every night with the pleasure of being crazy critical and still not crazy.

Isn't it a kind of torture?

"Next Special Attack?

No, sir.

"Uh."

This has to be corrected.

A few seconds through the window, I saw the blue skies in the desert like they would fall out. I thought I saw a nice smile from Mr. Hilda's husband who I had never seen.

I swear there. I'll at least give you some advice so you can come home.

"Mr. Hilda."

"Please sit down for a moment. No, not on me. There. Front seat."

Make Mr. Hilda sit upright on the workbench. It spreads beneath its hips while the poured semen sees it, but decides not to look at it.

"You don't just have to feel good."

"But it's more beautiful to feel good, isn't it? Because it's sex."

"You better feel good, but guys have sex pleasures besides feeling good."

"... Really?

"Yes, it is."

This guy, I guess it's been a long time since he started pursuing giving limit critical pleasure in sex.

I have no doubt whatsoever about adding to the torture of that pleasure.

"Okay?... Of course I need to feel good about sex, but I also look forward to making them feel good with my own hands."

"There is."

"Mr. Hilda's. That just feels good about you!

"... Yeah, but Andy, it felt good, didn't it?

"I'm not, and there's no room at all for a man to work harder!

"It feels so good to be full of semen and gobbled up with a pussy, though?

"That's just the body reaction leading to Mr. Hilda's comfort on its own, and the man's desire to conquer isn't satisfied at all!

"Let, conquer... greed? Oh, no, Andy, did you want to conquer Dr. Hilda? But, Doctor Andy, you can't be the only one."

Yeah. I knew this guy, I don't understand himself being a little too selfish.

I still haven't realized that I'm taking their pride away from them because I have a neat and amazing move and confidence in serving them.

Excessive service is a sad act as it is.

And neither Sad nor Mazo will be affectionate unless they reconcile themselves with their desires.

"I dare you.... Mr. Hilda, no more eclectic, no more special attacks"

"Uh? What, you didn't feel good?

"No. Be more considerate of them."

"I can say I'm compassionate... but I can't help but feel uncomfortable..."

"If you just feel good, a business woman is enough. And I don't have as much trouble with a woman as I need a businesswoman."

Wow. I'm super cool. I don't like speech.

But I have to tell you.

"If you want love, please stop looking weird. I don't just want to be a good sex person, I want to have a horny flirt with Mr. Hilda and, at any rate, with love."

…………

Mr. Hilda turned red.

Mr. Deane coughed up, and Lyla shuddered her shoulder as it crept, and Selene with her face up blew - swollen.

"What the fuck?"

"Andy.... seriously don't take me to drop our sister"

"Not at all. You're a bad husband to strip off a woman's looks on a Zubazuba direct ball."

"Yikes...... I'm really willing to make you a wife slave!?

No, I'm not going that far.

It's just like this, Mr. Hilda, and it's not going to work out for long.

"... Ugh, yeah... then, Special Attack, seal"

"Have you understood"

"... and then you blah, blah, blah. Eh, you will, Andy."

"I will. I'm sure you can."

Not just me, but my husband.

"... Rabbub, eh..."

Mr. Hilda went bright red for a while and kept whining, suddenly hiding his body in embarrassment, and.

"... uh, um... well, hang on, we'll sort it out. Give me ten minutes."

I gather my clothes from the area, and I just, I leave.

"... I don't know, things are weird."

Listening to my solitude, Mr. Deane's shaky face I don't know how many times today.

"Awkward.... you'll be embarrassed, I was just flirting with Nori... or if a woman who was just letting her ejaculate and have fun was asked for such seriousness"

"Let's get dressed"

"I would."

"... ten men long, bottomless"

"Our turn..."

"Oh, yeah. Have mercy now."

"Well, wait a minute for my sister."

After exactly 10 minutes, Mr. Hilda showed up again. Wear it with a proper wet cloth or something, re-hang the perfume with a refreshing scent, and be nervous as if it were someone else.

And first, make sure the time comes, and then have your legs do phantom magic so they can move.

"... well, then, please, I will"

"Mr. Hilda, don't be nervous like that"

"But"

"... don't worry"

Gently stroke Mr. Hilda's hair and give her a soothing and light kiss to calm her down.

"Huh...!

I'm going to calm it down, but I think it's getting a little harder, but okay.

Take off one piece of clothes at a time and let the skin you were supposed to be looking at earlier slowly rip off.

"Huh..."

The skin looked something else, just a little nervous and embarrassed.

You should have shown me so blatantly, but the illusion of looking at something that shouldn't be terrible.

No, it's something you shouldn't see. He's my wife.

"... okay?

"... yeah"

Kiss the skin.

Lick up Dark Elf's youthful skin slowly with your tongue.

That would be as long as it wasn't enough as Mr. Hilda, who was good at bringing out direct pleasure.

But that's fine.

You can't just devour pleasure in full bloom. Expect, make, want, give, and be given. I don't taste it unless we follow that process with each other.

"Come on... don't lick it..."

"I want to lick it"

"Andy, you..."

"Would you like a boob?

"... yeah"

"Say it right"

"... lick your tits, suck them... rub them..."

Do as I say.

Mr. Hilda inadvertently leaves himself to the pleasure of hope that has finally come.

Meanwhile, rub your body, stroke your flank, thighs, and to your groin.

To Orthodox, to Normal. Continue caressing each other like normal lovers.

"... maybe this is the first time..."

"All of a sudden you don't like it when you just disappoint in the main dish. He does it more carefully, temperantly, gently and sweetly."

"... oh, shit"

"Well, it's been less than six months since I was planted like that by Selene either..."

"You don't talk about other women while you're bluffing."

I'm doing it in this other woman's environment.

"... but maybe a little"

Touch me gently with that hand that slapped me.

He finally gives himself up naturally to my tongue and lips, which sometimes move to eat, as tangled in my nipples at times.

"When I thought about it, the sex that was all about making kids was the last thing that interrupted me, so I couldn't believe I left my body to it for so long... I hadn't done it in so long. Sir, I thought you were getting tired of my body... but I guess it was me who got tired of it"

Tell him to mock himself.

Surely even your husband might have been tired of it. I guess it was hard.

But even this guy must have been the move he got after the effort.

If I could at least come up with one way or the other, even brakes are love, I might still have gotten along much better.

... but the elves, dark elves, are creatures that are "no different" than people.

I tend to spend my time caught up in places where I wonder why I can't stand back there.

Maybe it's a typical example of that.

"Well... again, I'm sorry to disturb you"

"... yeah. Good luck."

"I'll do my best"

I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I'm going into Mr. Hilda's vagina, which is completely open, and I'm going in with Zubuzub.

"Huh... Kuh"

Without any minor workmanship, the vaginal hole, just moistened by anticipation, was still hot and narrow.

"Ha..."

"You were ejaculating inside earlier, right here..."

"Right..."

"But a man doesn't just want to 'get inside' a woman... he wants to 'offend' after all. I'm excited about planting kids, but I want to taste what's important to them at my will."

"...... hmm. I'm sorry, I just let you in."

'Cause I'm gonna have to pay for it right now.'

Guchu, and move your hips.

"Hmmm......"

Vagina entangled with snuggling. There will still be semen left by me between Hidahida.

But I was finally intoxicated by the feeling of my wife's vagina, getting a good taste of it, finally getting it in as a male organ instead of just a semen injector.

The feeling of disloyalty remains intact.

This vagina, this uterus, is inherently from another man.

But now Mr. Hilda is open to me and accepting it.

Now I'm trampling this wife's body.

The fact that you can taste that as a fact as well as a real feeling is frightening and comforting.

"... Mr. Hilda..."

"Hey, Andy... kiss me, kiss me, hold me while I rub my tits"

"Ha..."

Gu, gu, gu, gu...

The movement of the lower back becomes rhythmic gradually.

Then rub the ginger softer tits as they move, caressing each other's tongues with a deep kiss.

Increase.

Love increases with pleasure.

... I'm sorry, sir. Only at this time, Mr. Hilda, I'll have it.

"Mm, gu, gu..."

"Be... mbu, ngu..."

At the climax of my hip movements, I take my hands off Mr. Hilda's breasts and squeeze them together.

Mr. Hilda also puts his foot on my hips, pulls him as far as he wants, and puts his strength in his arms, so that he doesn't let him get away with it.

And plenty of ejaculation inside.

"Mmm."

"Mm-hmm."

Blow it out.

Once again, the juice blows out like a piss, filling Mr. Hilda's womb and trying to swell.

"Ha, ha... Ha... ha..."

"Pu, hu..."

Mr. Hilda let go of his lips and smiled at me satisfactorily.

"... aha... my first experience, like, was..."

"It's an honor."

The tangled legs still won't let me go.

"... hehe... yeah... if you can have kids with this kind of jerk... crystal of love, you say..."

Huh.

"... by the way, Mr. Hilda, I've been out there a long time, but you have some kind of birth control or something, don't you?

I was tilted in the neck with a straight face.

"No? I mean, I do, but I'm not using it, am I?

"... you know, a magic doctor?

"... it's okay, it's okay"

Pomp, Mr. Hilda slapped me in the back with her fingers to reassure me.

"Whatever you can do now, your husband won't be back by the time you're born, so give birth to Deane's child."

"Sister -!?

There is no need for Mr. Deane to scream either.

Or is this guy a lot too awesome after all? Sir, seriously, I'm sorry.

(cont 'd)