Half-elves Fall in Love

Leaving the desert, he pinches several resting landings, and by the time the day tilts, he arrives in the southern Trott city of Schlanz.

Schrantz is the third city of the Kingdom of Trot following the King Trot capital, Forklore in the west, and one of the ancient capitals alongside the King's capital if history alone.

I have never been here myself, but it is known that historic monuments such as old architectural churches, beautiful castles, and fortifications can be found.

Even blacksmiths are not smart things like swords and spears, but Schlantz's blacksmith skills are said to be more authentic than Wang Du's if they are practical weapons of war like hammers, axes, malls and flails that are the favorite of ogres and dwarves.

"It's an old, stinking city."

"Municipal enforcement, was it indeed 600 years? It's been a while since I've been in the workshop, and I think there's been a rumor going around about that kind of festival."

"It was twelve years ago now because I was twelve. My mother was a businessman."

On a hill overlooking the city, wait for Lyla to return to the human body before solving the phantom.

There are only abandoned forts near here, with wide wheat fields and orchards on the other side of the hill. We have also confirmed that the farmer is not nearby.

Maybe if you hide it in the shade and put on a simple phantom, you won't even be bothered by being blamed for seeing the carriage.

"So, what do we do, Deane? You want to take it at the inn?

"Right. Besides, the information available at Celesta doesn't even tell you exactly what the city is like. Andy... can't, Angelos and... and Jeanne. See what's going on in the city and see if you can find a spare room in the inn."

"Yes."

"Yes, I am."

Exactly when some kind of clap fills up the inn called Inn, I'll have to sleep in the carriage, but once I get down to the city, it breaks my bones to come back.

Then I thought I should just go straight down to the city, but apparently, big phantom cover-ups also add to the discomfort that they inflict on the people around them. If we get too close, they say that's what makes a good person see Lila's giant with just a little concentration of consciousness.

Mr. Carlos, I wish there was a larger unmanned area than Chi, but there's no way Schrantz knows any rich people, and that's not going to happen.

"Oh, my God, a journey of patience is not a bone."

Lyla sighs.

Mr. Deane also nodded as he saw Angelos in a larger hat and Jeanne putting noisy metal protective equipment and hammers.

"It's convenient to have Becker at times like this. Because you're human, you're familiar with it everywhere, you don't have to worry about your combat skills, you're fast on your feet, you're good at hiding and gathering intelligence."

"I see."

Special Agent Becker is a man you can count on in any situation.

"Angelos, take it"

Mr. Deane removes the stock from my crossbow, which was in the carriage's luggage, and throws it to Angelos.

Stock is engraved with a crest that makes Mr. Deane's magic special. And he also has the power to deliver his voice directly to Mr. Deane.

"Talk to that if you think you can get the inn. I'll get back to you, but I'll be right after you because I hear you."

"Okay."

Angelos that I will miss dearly.

"I'm coming"

I'll take care of it.

Schrantz, the ancient capital, I don't know what kind of racial discrimination remains, even though I gave in to Celesta once.

But if you hide your ears, you're usually a beautiful girl, and Angelos, who knows what Trott is up to, and Jeanne, a Dwarf tribe with a relatively large number of Trotts, it's not perfect, but maybe okay.

It would be much safer than unworldly and temperamental Aurora on the elf, or Dark Elf's Mr. Deane sisters, and in many ways precede dangerous Lyla. We're both strong there.

"You can go if you want."

Selene seems a little dissapointed.

"Well, it's not about going in large numbers, Selene. You're a foreigner."

"I am, though. But I've been walking around looking for Mr. Andy, and I'm more exposed to the ravages of the world than Mr. Angelos."

"Well, yeah"

Little foot dangerous locals vs familiar but raw travelers. As far as Mr. Deane's judgment goes, either way, one Dwarf is worse off than flying in a half-elf pair, or something like that.

By the time you two hear from me, Serene and Lyla covered up the carriage.

Mr. Hilda put a resurrection spell on my leg to mix my nose.

I'll accompany Mr. Deane and Aurora as they say they want to "see the trail of the fort".

"Trot-style forts have small aisles."

"I hear you don't use a lot of aug soldiers in trots. Engineers, drivers of broken castle hammers, etc. can't make much of an appearance."

"But it was still strong. On the contrary, he had the Sword Saint Brigade and was also about to become the champion of the Northwest Plains. For better or worse, it's a country of proud tradition."

"The population is also prone to increase due to its short lifespan, and the cycle to moulding due to technological research and fresh winds is fast. Besides, it's easy to accommodate technology if you restrict your species in this way, and you can also handle facilities that are hard to move to this one's biggest breakthrough, the Auga. Are you sure it's not a mistake to stick to the race?"

"There is more to anything than what is being done in this world. That's all. We have our way, too.... but it's not about turning away either. You can apprentice where you can learn."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Deane and Aurora are seriously talking about the military.

I don't watch the big picture as much as the two of us, so I'm gonna listen to that and do my head gymnastics, so I'm gonna do my best.

... In fact, Aurora is still a young, stretchy, well-blooded person who gets noticed by everyone. It will eventually become a master night and lead an army.

Mr. Deane is a true war hero.

... I guess it's out of place to have me there.

But I'm a little left out and sorry.

There, last night's Angelos goodwill brings the mischief to mind.

'If you ever wanted to... rip us off whenever, wherever you wanted... I'm sure no one would hate that you suddenly burst in here and seeded us as you wanted without trying to get any consent'

.................. I'm so thrilled.

Hang on to Mr. Deane from behind like this and push him against a worn stone wall.

That open skirt on the left and right, or pull down your hips, peel your pants off and suddenly penetrate into it.

I also ignore Mr. Deane's voice of restraint, sticking it to my uterus and ejaculating.

And also push down Aurora, who is stunned as it is...

…………

Mr. Deane looked surprised at me, perhaps with a super sloppy face.

"What's up, Andy?"

"... Ah, yes, no, it's nothing"

"Really? It's like he looked strangely sloppy."

Mr. Deane takes me seriously. Me squeezing my face a bit and deluding myself.

... but maybe it's Deane who seems to let him do it here and eventually forgive his body even while he looks in trouble.

In contrast, what about Aurora?

If I suddenly commit it here, I'm going to resist it violently, reflexively.

Even Mr. Deane is going to rush to a halt if I suddenly hit Aurora.

... That's why I kind of feel like trying very hard.

As Angelos said, are their words as denominated?

Or is it just a rumor after excitement?

I want to try Aurora with the lowest degree of familiarity.

I think I suck myself, but that kind of urge comes up rapidly from the bottom of my belly.

And left a moment of hesitation, overflowing.

... Let's do it.

"But Dear Deane, I can't help it. Why...... eh"

I'll grab Aurora's ass for arguing with Mr. Deane.

If I were a normal stranger, my neck would definitely be flying here.

"Oh, Andy......?

But Aurora just looks back with a strange face.

... All right. Let's do it. Let's do everything we can.

I get upset, sideways Mr. Deane, who is a little grumpy, and suddenly I grab the clothes Aurora was wearing hard, and beep them off.

"Shh!?

Next thing you know, grab it and throw it away. I turn the superior clothes worthy of the lady into useless cloth scum and quickly leave Aurora only in her underwear.

"Ah, Mr. Andy!? This, this!?

Scratch yourself, Aurora, and look at me with the face that I can't believe it.

Relentless hands on those pants, pull them to attract Aurora's body, and then pull them even harder where they snuggle.

"... you said you wanted to be thoroughly semen potty"

"Huh..."

"I'll do it now...... Huh!

Turn the aurora over gleefully, no more clothes to protect herself, and suddenly stick her penis in.

"Yikes, it hurts......!!

The barely wet vagina isn't lubricated enough at all in my run and only goes in the turtle head. This one hurts when I try to force myself into more than that.

So I turn on the recoil and punch it all the way, little by little, into the back.

He literally hives off the elf's beautiful princess and rapes her in ruins.

"Oh, Mr. Andy, do... no, no...!?

While I am a little aware of Mr. Deane, who is so silent and does nothing, I am immersed in the rape of Aurora without the courage to look directly at him.

Honestly, my liver is cold. I started with momentum, but when I think I might lose everything now, regret tries to occupy my brain.

but I can't stop because I've gotten this far. It really doesn't make sense when it stops.

Rape Aurora's vagina rampantly all over with the tip juice left to excitement and the love fluid that began to be secreted whether it was defensive instinct or not.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Aurora, who is held back and doesn't even resist, wants me to shake my hips out in good shape, giving up spinning confusing but meaningful words, and letting her be offended as she is.

I wish I was done with binta, but I taste Aurora's puffy young vagina.

"Ugh, uhh... uhh, uhh... uhh"

"Huh... you, don't look so horny when you get offended...?

Me waving my hips with my pants, peeking into my expression from behind and nodding my tongue. It's a mode when you're dealing with the liras like a villain, but you can't help it because you actually really thought about it.

The princess, who was usually strong, was really shaking herself with a so-so face.

but.

"... is that right...?

That, with a troublesome, spicy look on her face, Aurora looks at me.

And make trouble laughs.

"Then feel free to offend me at any time…"

…………

... I knew this guy was a good one.

While there is still time, I welcome that, even though I am being offended by being torn through billy clothes on a ruin I don't know on my own.

What you always said is not a lie or anything. Yes. Even the least accustomed Aurora really waited for me to suddenly rape her.

If so.

"... Andy, I guess I, too, will hold you rambling like that?

Needless to say, Mr. Deane.

The first time I looked directly at that face, I understood.

Mr. Deane, who pinches the chest of his clothes and stares at us with a glossy gaze, is also exasperated. Probably from the very beginning when I started offending Aurora.

"I'm not holding it.... No, don't hold it. Rape."

"Yeah."

Zokri and Mr. Deane tremble on their shoulders. Aurora, who is currently offending, also shrinks her shoulders, closes her eyes all the time and exhales.

"... Ugh... if you're really difficult, what..."

"If you suddenly commit anything other than us in the middle of the conversation... you'll be pissed off"

"And I know! You skanky women!

I regret that a generation of courageous perverted behavior was also lightly paced. Loser howling while in bad man mode.

"Pfft... you're not a sketchy woman, are you?

"You just said that, Andy."

Aurora, who was ambushed, and Deane, who waited with her arms around her as she stood, looked at each other.

"Semen potty......"

"Ko, this whoa"

I exceed my limits of patience.

The first ejaculation. Directly into the depths of Aurora's vagina, she pushes the semen in and impersonates it.

"Now, it's a bowel movement over here!

"Ahem."

Along the way Aurora is trembling and peaking and eating my penis tight, she pulls Mr. Deane's clothes and makes him kneel beside him, cutting his clothes out as well as his billies.

"Ahhh... ♪"

Mr. Deane smiles happily and helplessly as he is brutally stripped like that.

"Andy, quick, quick rape..."

"Whoa!!

Push down that Mr. Deane with momentum, stirring the love liquid and semen in the aurora into the drool and inserting the hot chin straight into Mr. Deane's manhole.

"Ha ha!!

Mr. Deiane embraces it with a hug on my balls.

... I wonder if there's any rape to hold the killer like that.

"Wet in gucho gucho and waited, you slut potty!!

"Ugh... if I thought Andy could rape me, I wouldn't stop..."

"How perverted is it that you can do it, this... this!

"Hey there."

In the vagina of a null drool, I would love to wave my hips to welcome Mr. Deane, and I would do my best to rapture him. Mr. Deane just pleases himself, but willingly.

"Such a ruin...... naked from such daylight, seeded as you wish...... perverted dark elf potty who rejoices in being called potty!

"Ugh... true, me, pervert... Andy, Andy... I like such a pervert...!?

"I love it, motherfucker!!

"I know."

Ahhh.

I know how badly my dick is.

You can't hate this guy for me, and it's not like this guy moves to this extent.

I know it all, but you wasted your clothes and stuff. You're already my idiot.

"... Ku, whoa...!!

"Mm...... ahhh!! I'm here, I'm here Ugh...!!

Behind Mr. Deane's vagina, ejaculation.

My knee slips as I ejaculate, and I buzz over Mr. Deane.

...... knee, out of time.

"... hehe, sometimes this is good. Whose wisdom is that?

"Beautiful, that was..."

"Ah... do you know they make me a billy bollocks to my pants...?

"Speaking of which, you do"

"No, I have more reliable clothing left than anything else."

Aurora with collar.

"... as long as I have this, I'm not just an exposure freak, I'm an exposure freak slave that Mr. Andy is teaching himself exclusively"

Can a small man like me be honest with you when you say that?

"... sorry, I'll get my clothes, please wait"

... I'm really good at one or two.

Poking the wand, struggling to get back to the carriage, having the phantom loosened (and then being messed with by Selene and Lyla) back to the two of them, there was Aurora, who lay back asleep in the cloth cut, and Deane, who was waking herself up and moving her tingling ears.

"Are you in touch with Angelos?"

"... no, stock is in the nostalgia of Angelos"

Exactly. If you were going to report it, you would get it out of your nostalgia and use it. Hasn't she contacted me yet?

"... it seems like we're in trouble."

"Yes?"

I will wait for Mr. Deiane's next words as I give them my clothes.

"... someone is catching you...?

"Caught!?

"I hear you arguing about something.... Damn, it's hard to hear. It's a little boney, but why don't you go?"

"Yes."

Led by Mr. Deane, the rest of the group also descends the hill.

Exactly. In the city, the elves, the dark elves, the half elves and the diverse facial rashes caught my eye, but that's not why I'm horrified that I can put on the obsession. Well, it doesn't make much sense because I have Lyla and Mr. Deane where I was obsessed.

And when I found the Angelos, I was just taking out the stock in front of the inn.

"Ah, guys. I got a place to stay."

Angelos, are you okay?

"Oh, oh... what's safe"

Angelos is decent.

... even though I don't have a hat, that's when I realized.

"Mr. Deane perceived that someone might be catching him.... Did they take your hat?"

"Oh, oh, speaking of which... you've just been taken. I have to complain."

"Angelos?"

Being ripped off a hat means that people can be treated the same way in a trot, which is a huge incident.

Yet Angelos, although tired of the wind, doesn't really care, gives the impression that it's a bit chirpy.

"... what happened?

When Mr. Deane asks quietly, Angelos sighs after a bit of clogging.

"... it's no big deal."

"Angelos"

"... I was just called out by a servant who used to be at home. When I tried to get through in the wrong place, I was hatted."

"You're annoyed."

"... you'll pass it on to my mother if you leave me alone. That I'm coming back to the trot.... It's going to stink..."

Ha, and a sigh of angelos.

Everyone looks at each other.

... No, is it about me and Selene who know where Angelos was born?

"Uh, my parents... are a little well-known in Trot, at a place called the Sylphide Chamber of Commerce"

"When it comes to Sylphide, I hear it's the biggest distributor of food and foreign trade."

"Yes.... it could be a bit of a hassle because I didn't quite get out of tune as soon as I got out to Celesta"

"Something tricky?

"What do I say, my mother is a lot overprotective..."

─ ─ ─ To the Chairman. We're out of time.

There was a rush report and I took a brush.

I saw your daughter today on Schlantz's Boulevard.

There are only half elves, the same as they were back then, no, with how beautiful they have become. I was grateful to you, too.

For a while you hid the fact that you were a lady, but pointing out those ears, you admitted it as if you had lost your roots.

That you were a master in the land of Celesta, that's all I couldn't stop crying anymore.

But there's something I'm a little concerned about.

The lady should have been crossed by Celesta as a swordsman.

But they wore something soggy.

It's a slave-like collar.

I also thought it was a popular accessory over there, but the name that was carved was not the name of the lady or anything.

I could read Andy Smythson.

Celesta is a land of trekking blood and no tears.

Wouldn't the lady be caught in something?

(cont 'd)