Half-elves Fall in Love

We returned safely to Polka as planned.

"It didn't matter."

"... well, I'm a little pleasant to interrupt"

Mr. Deane looked surprised.

"... Speaking of which, how did you guys get back from the woods?

"I'm going to talk..."

I guess I can't hide my tired face, but me and Selene had a bitter laugh.

In the meantime, it seems my mother will continue to live in Folklore.

The key house and workshop have been ceded to Mr. Jackie, and we, the Crossbow squad, have no plans to settle in Polka. If I was going to quit the army and be independent too, I'd have to resume my blacksmith training first, and it didn't mean anything about my life because I could see him again.

For once, I only got a few souvenirs that I made in the last few years. That just seemed kind of a lot happier.

So, "Dance Spear" Almeida, but for now, he was escorted to the Green Clan Estate.

The "Deep Green Families" of the Duchy of Rennes, the Affiliated Territory, have a history of a group of defectors deported long ago from the Green Families being reauthorized as bystanders on the occasion of full control of the forests of the southern Affilm Peninsula. In the meantime, it meant that it was the muscles that let you through.

So, for those who are deep green, they send the smart bird of use from the green to obtain confirmation. If the conversation came to a conclusion, we could try Almeida here.

Grandpa Shaquille, the chief of the family, was tired of his face, but he said, "Well, they don't have sidelines, they don't have teeth."

At the new tavern, we talk that far as we pick up lunch.

Mr. Deane subtly frowned and placed the cup.

"What happens when a family-to-family deal is concluded"

"Well, imprisonment for a while... isn't it? Well, now the North Forest is about to admit Selene and Apple, and I don't think I'd call Almeida on the side of the half an extreme sinner."

Mr. Deane shrugged his shoulder.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Running away, the sin of the war is... well dark green, we're talking about other woods. Surely the elves won't look heavy. But even though it's a mistake, the sin against you is quite heavy."

"Yes, no, but we forgive you. It's a mistake.

"Calm down and think about it, for example, if you dismiss the attempted assassination of the Merchant King. Just because you were making some mistake, do you think you'd be forgiven?

…………

Imagine the end of someone who tried to kill Celesta's head of state, commonly known as the Merchant King.

... Even if I was pitied on the spot, well, I would never go back to being a bitch again. Nice place to be bracketed by a galley ship and be a rower for life.

"I'm not that important... but if you're dealing with the king of merchants, you'll be sentenced to life."

When I said that, I heard voices from unexpected directions.

"Hmm. The people of the North Forest follow the dragon and are suited to deify it as the great hero who ambushed the Holy Beast?

"Irina."

Irina, the chick elf of the White Clan Chief and self-proclaimed ambassador to the Trot Elf Territory.

He usually spent time in the Baron's mansion, but for some reason he showed up at the tavern.

From a slightly higher counter to her, take my beer with both hands at will and sip it gleefully.

"Hmmm.... it's not cheap booze"

"What's more, deification?"

"You're right."

"No, no, no, it was Bonaparte's old men and Mr. Deane and Lyla who broke out in that fight."

"I have no doubt about Lord Bonaparte's martial arts, but depending on his decision, Diel is helping. Lord Lyla and Deane have fought for us."

"But hey... I didn't do anything..."

"That's what generals are for."

"Will!?

When are you gonna treat me like a warlord?

And, looking at me stunned, Irina and Mr. Deane flaunt their shoulders.

"You underestimate your reputation."

"So, that's why I was always just there, because I didn't do much"

"That's it, this is this. Elf blessings are not as cheap as they say"

…………

"Aiming for something like that isn't just talking about how much we fought over folk grass, not the king...?

"... uh?

Mr Diane said it succinctly.

"Leave him alone and he won't be executed."

"Hey......!?

I panicked.

"What's up?"

"Well, because that Almeida sounds like my mother's friend... and I don't know what they would say if I let her die!

"... as far as I'm concerned, I don't mind dying... but you're a good person to make it, Andy."

Oh, boy, and a sigh of sigh, Mr. Deane.

He seems plain angry at me for being attacked.

"I guess you should tell him that. Grandpa Green Shaquille hates trouble."

"Ku... If you're an ambassador, take care of it."

"Uh."

Irina looks disgusted while eating her own nasty dishes.

... you nasty kid.

The next day.

I was visiting the Green Family Estate with Irina's guide.

The distance is not as far as I say, as you can travel instantly from the silver clan estate nearest to Polka.

Lord Smythson.

"Gorks, you know."

"We've heard a lot about it."

Gorks nodded.

But he also makes a huge mistake in the face, so don't be alarmed.

"Deep green Almeida. As you can see, we were in the process of executing him."

"No! He's my mother's friend! It was a misunderstanding!

"Ha. So, as far as we are concerned... if you apologize by oath to the Spirit of Light, you will be released..."

"... but?

"Hi. I still can't seem to trust you. We insist that if we let the Spirit of Light hear that, we choose death."

... I can't do that. No, I guess not normally. It's like a dragon. I admit it.

"But I can't let you die... hmm"

"So we have a proposal."

Gorks sparkled a refreshing smile on his rarely laughing face.

More the next day.

…………

I was visiting the Green Family Estate again with Mr. Hilda.

"What about Almeida?

"We're putting you in a junction cell. I don't think there's any danger first, as the weapons are taken away and the wrists are restrained with silk chains."

"... well, if anything happens, I'll have Mr. Hilda do something about it"

"I didn't leave it to you."

Mr. Hilda waves adorably at the Gorks. Gorks just get a little red. Surprisingly, it could be Ubb.

And then Gorks opens the line and guides us.

A junction cell is a distorted space where you walk either way back to the same place that was put in when the Phasers took you before. It's not like there's actually a plaid, and it's comfortable sleeping in an open private house, back to back with the jimmy image of a prison.

"... you, Andy Smythson"

"Hey."

Almeida was in that, sitting by the fountain blurry.

Look at me and get up, but I'm restrained by silk chains, so I just really get up. It's a treasure that can't be cut with half a blade, so you'll be reassured.

"So, Almeida.... will you apologize?"

For once, I'll ask for it.

"What do I owe a man like you? You indolent, sighing man. I would have used it anyway, even if it was a female slave or something. The coward."

"... it's probably not a trick or anything..."

Other than that, I can't say it back clearly.

Somehow this happened after all the luck, timing, individual hobbies, confrontational consciousness, etc., but I do have no choice but to be called indolent and sighing compared to Paladin.

"Phew. Then I can't help it."

"What..."

"I don't mean it either. If you die, you don't know what I'm gonna say to your mother."

"Become... Chi, stay away"

I approach Zunzun and Almeida and push them down slowly.

Looking to the side with chirali, Mr. Hilda is happily loosening his clothes as he thumbs up.

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"If you don't know what to say, just show him your arm"

"What?"

"If you ask, you can contact the purple Apple without question, satisfy the female dragon of Mystie Palace, who is lined up, and her strength as a tutor that the empty princess, known for her martial arts, also has no teeth in her bed. Show them that many women have surrendered to Lord Smythson."

"Gorks. I've told you many times, I don't remember being in that profession."

"Ha. The boneless, therefore, do not study the details, but let's not say the feat that has been achieved is true?

"... well, just literally, I don't think I'm wrong."

"Fine, if you don't understand, you can think of a way to do it again. Fortunately, we have no choice but to postpone the disposition until you give up on her."

"... ugh. Oh, don't get mad at me later."

"There's no reason to be angry with me."

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The reason I brought Mr. Hilda here.

1. For now, if it's a virgin or something, to make that pain a little smoother by getting it done.

2. To get birth control magic because I'm pathetic if a child I don't want is half-elf pregnant or something.

3. Simply this guy is the only one with erotic tech assistance.

"Huh... Ya, don't...!! Dark elves!

"What? Andy, I came here to teach you how incredible you are as a woman."

I'm sorry. I have no idea what's awesome either.

In front of him, Almeida was hoisted with a string on his wrist commandment and a tree branch instead of a pulley.

Where Mr. Half-Naked Hilda is relentlessly cleaving under the wrapped boneless armor of that Almeida with scissors.

"Do... Mi, don't look, kedamono!

"No, I'll see. This is...... Awesome Almeida, Style won't even take a pull on Selene"

"Don't look! Don't look!

Well, even if they tell you not to look, you have to.

"A virgin, after all? Well, I've been a standing martial artist before. Wouldn't that be strange?"

"Ugh, come on, you... why are you on this guy's side!

"Well, I'm also Andy, your me su de le y thing. Andy, if you were me, even my husband's wife would be ruined, so it's already amazing."

"Hih...?

"I urge you not to dispute and claim falsehood in the dsaxa"

How many times have I told you I don't remember enslaving you?

"It's okay... a woman can be filled with men. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"Ugh... dude, don't... don't touch... don't touch..."

Probably by Celesta's strongest erotic fingers, Almeida is stroked around her revealed breasts, tight thighs and her shapely ass claiming to cum, shaking her spine with freckles.

I guess I'm afraid my sexiness will open wide with those horrible arms. I'm tearing and screaming weakly.

... I'm looking at it. It's a little creepy up here.

"Ha."

... Ma'am, it's not good.

I'm supposed to be a non-sadist. It shouldn't be real just playing sad to smoothly get pleasure from each other against the mazo liras.

But this is what happens when you swing that spear and watch the mighty, harsh Almeida shrivel... Yeah.

I do have the excitement to stick it up.

"Here... Hilda gave me a gift... "

"Huh... yah... what"

"Eh."

Magic that runs through the lower abdomen.

Birth control magic. Now I won't get pregnant no matter how much I pour in for at least a few days. Should be.

"Pregnancy magic."

"Hih... what the heck is that...!?

It's not the same story, Mr. Hilda.

Thinking so, Mr. Hilda winks so that he doesn't look like Almeida.

Sounds haphazard.

... Well, if there was such convenient magic, would you already use it on everyone? It would also be a demographic measure for the elves in the north.

"This magic isn't... it's recently made in the South... and if you get offended while you're at it, you'll almost certainly have a baby already..."

"Become... oh."

"But... you said you don't know 'as a woman'... "

"That... that..."

"From now on, you, Andy, are going to plant a child on you...? They pour the same seed into your womb as me, Selene, Maia, and you get pregnant... here, we're going to make sure you have a baby now...?

"Ew... ooh, ooh... that's the only way..."

"Pfft. No, you can't talk about women like that. Bite well and savor the pleasure... of being born to a woman... dedicated to a gentle, beautiful boy, to the core of his body, to feel the joy of being conceived of a child."

"Hih...!

Cut, and Mr. Hilda peels and connects the clitoris. That's all freaking out, and spasmodizing the whole body, Almeida spraying a love solution.

Mr. Hilda's erotic tech is awesome. Even I, the man, if I mean it, will be put to the top in seconds, before I realize it. It's not hard to imagine how flirtatious a woman would be if she used that move with each other sharing her bumps of pleasure.

I take my pants off and approach Almeida, who has been totally deadbeat regardless of consciousness.

Almeida looked at me as a paw.

Don't bully me any more, but a weak, grumpy look.

I'm so excited.

I want to cry.

"... Almeida. I'll offend you."

"Yes, no..."

Even though I wasn't asked to, I had a sad switch on, and I broke into the leg that Mr. Hilda pulled and lifted, still tangled from behind, and pushed my penis straight into Almeida.

"Yikes...... ahhhhhhh!!

Pierce the butch and the virgin.

I thought it was quite painful, but Almeida is tongue-in-cheek, drooling and yoga crazy. This...

"The pain also makes me feel better. Magic, I did it."

"... it's an outside road"

Mr. Hilda should never turn to his enemies in bed.

"No, don't... I'm sorry, I'm already... I'm sorry... I won't... I won't..."

Maybe I never gave in to pain.

but Almeida was no longer raising the white flag when Mr. Hilda dragged out the pleasure of a woman that she was many times more powerful than a man, about to lose her identity.

but.

"No."

I was extremely excited about Almeida's tears like that.

Almeida begging for forgiveness while crying in the shambles. She is pleasantly rattled about her identity.

That, what face would you look like if you ejaculated thoughtfully into a fetus that is tricked into being sure of pregnancy.

I wonder what you would say if you poured semen over and over again.

Such inferior interest swells in my chest.

"That's what you are, Andy. ♪ You're an invincible sketch. ♪

"... now I take it spoiledly"

And I hold Almeida's hips, pull her out of my head, poke her up.

"Hiaaah!!

That alone made Almeida yip.

Almeida tries to plead for something again, barely supporting her cloudy consciousness.

Poke it.

Push it up.

Gangan and enjoying Almeida's reaction, I began to fall back.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey, hey... hey!

"... Almeidah"

"I'm sorry. Huh, I'm sorry. No, no... I won't, don't... here, don't...!!

"Almeida, child... get me pregnant. Okay...?

"Huh...? Yes, no..."

Whispers in his ear as Almeida opens her eyes to fear.

"Almeida... Almeida, conceive my child in this womb... give birth, many times...!!

"Do it... yah..."

"Pregnant as many times as you want... you don't have a spear, you have these boobs... with these arms, you hold my kid, you raise him... half-elf between you and me... Huh!

With a weird comfort switch on bullying Almeida, I no longer fall completely from paladin to woman, whispering words that inspire Almeida to plead as a woman.

Almeida seemed to be the first to imagine herself nurturing by shifting her eyes to the breasts gripped by me and milking the half elves.

"Wah, I... I, the child... children, uhm...!?

"That's right... and you get fucked by a mess like this every day while you milk your kids... you make them feel better!!

"Hih, ahhh..."

And.

I would not have imagined for a moment before, being made to dream of such a "fiercely sought after" self as a woman, with pleasure.

"Yes, no...!!

Rejected.

"Stop, stop... don't make me a woman any more, ah, ah!!

That rejection is resistance to sweet decadence.

"More than that... don't tell me!!

Fear of turning myself upside down to something completely different.

I'm shaking all down in intense pleasure savoring something like that.

I cried and squirmed, and I could read all that information from Almeida's face, which turned into a gutter, and I could shake off the nasty cravings in me.

"Pregnant, Almeida...... uhhh!!

"Hey hey hey hey! ……♪

Brrrrrrrrrrrr!!

And you get my ejaculation and you pass out, not knowing which way your heart leaned.

That's right.

My penis was subjected to Mr. Hilda's mass ejaculation magic, commonly known as "Sperm Hell," which knocked the ejaculation into Almeida just to rupture the foetus.

"Ugh, wow..."

Incontinence.

Wave.

enough semen to swell your belly.

Tears.

Yodale.

Almeida weakens when she becomes a baby with all kinds of liquids.

Slowly lowered that Almeida to the ground, and I sighed.

What are you doing, me?

"Hehe... it's been a long time since I've seen a full-blown attack, Andy."

"... Mr. Hilda"

"... it got wet.... right?

Mr. Hilda takes off his underwear.

I burn my leftover lust and approach Mr. Hilda. Still drooling a little semen.

"... Sometimes I'm afraid of myself"

"Right. But you know what, Andy, you and I are good for it."

Pushing Mr. Hilda down and letting him stick his ass out, as if organizing gymnastics.

... What were you trying to do or something? I was blurry.

After a while.

Almeida woke up bah just in the third shot with Mr. Hilda.

"That's against the rules! I can't believe the magic I borrowed from people... it's not so different than a bluff!

Almeida rebutting with tears.

"Well, hello..."

"Well, do it without the dark elves there, you coward!

"... can I do it"

And World War II.

... By the time I was ejaculated again, I was crying and sorry. There was an Almeida figure begging me to forgive her.

You're weak.

"So... in the end, the execution goes to Nashi?

"Yes, sir."

A few days later he returned to Polka and reported to Mr Diane.

Although it was in the form of acknowledging the gift of making a female slave... not in the form of... but of admitting the loss because she was really made to give in without advantage in sex, an apology was made by oath to the Spirit of Light, so they settled for now among the elves.

I think I've accelerated some Gorks misconceptions. Well, anyway, good.

And if I'm at ease.

"Andy Smythson Huh!!

Bang open all the doors of the new tavern and suddenly a dance spear appears.

"Become... oh, you're back in Forklore...!

"More than that!

A dumb spear elf approaching Dokadoka and me and grabbing his chest barn with some tears.

"... I've got my period"

Boosh, I say with a very regrettable face.

"What?"

"... I would have had the magic of getting pregnant."

"Uh..."

... was a deceitful let go.

"Wow, am I a child's unborn body..."

"Hi, why don't you see Mr. Hilda? And I'm glad you can't have kids like that."

Vikri, and Almeida, who opens his eyes.

And after a while, it turns bright red.

"But of course I didn't want to give birth to you! Now it looks like I couldn't help but have your baby!!

"... dive my voice..."

Stop again. Turn bright red to the tip of your ear.

"Ew!!

Gatsun and I got poked in the head.

"Ooh, ooh."

Me hitting around.

"Oh, I hate you so much!!

As it was, Almeida left, flailing the entire tavern.

Nevertheless, which kid is it, you...

(cont 'd)