Half-elves Fall in Love

Midnight Catalina where people sleep and light is scarce.

Take that upper level with you, princess, who for some reason just declared my female slave.

"Oh, um... Anything around there, you can start gambling with a phantom,"

"I don't do that kind of legal exposure or anything. In other words, our team can't count how easy it is to break a half-lived phantom with one hand."

"Oh, was I?

"Mr. Deane, Mr. Hilda, Lyla, Maia, Irina... even Tetes."

"... are they all the ones with hands on them? Then there's no problem."

"No, Tess, how brave are you?"

Or even now there's a kid who's a little out of time to deal with, but he can't get any more hands on it.

"So, but... now it's morning just to find a place..."

…………

If it's true, I'm the one who wants to rush about it, but watching Sharon in a hurry with a troubled face is what this is all about, muzzling or thrilling?

This girl is more eclectic and cute than I expected.

"Okay, then..."

I'll try to find a place to keep it.

On the ground floor of Catalina are the supplies that Lyla brought and the carriages that we use during our flight.

Regardless, a carriage that handles dragon belongings is not something to be peeked into in rare cases.

"Is this it?"

"Yeah. I'm fine here first...... I think"

It's dark, though.

No, there's a light around the lamp coming in through the small window, but it's hard to say it's never enough for me or Sharon, who doesn't have the ability to darken vision.

"If... blocking the window with a phantom would suffice"

"Hmm?"

Sharon nods in thin light, chanting small and low.

And the inside of the car gets puckered bright.

"Wow."

"We try not to leak light. You'll be fine now."

"I know you are... okay?

As our female slaves are quite used to each other and can't help but be competitive with each other.

Hi. I heard that normal girls don't like to get laid in bright spots......

but Sharon shall be decent.

"What...?

"Yes, no, girls should be dark."

"... su, to Mr. Smythson, something to hide, etc. And..."

Sharon takes off his clothes one at a time with a reddish face but a calm disguised look and puts them on the back of his seat.

"... when it's dark, if you don't know it might be someone other than you... you get scared that way"

…………

How about, pretty cute.

Big titted princess showing her strangely defenseless honesty while making her grow up somewhere like Aurora.

If you return the back, you can also say that the honesty is no inquisitiveness to speech, the very qualities of Sharon that make it easy to put misunderstandings and prejudices on the table, and not a vessel with many gaps, or like standing alone.

But I'm also convinced of the attitude of Felios and Berga, who can't let go of their daughter who honestly utters words like this that are similar to some weak tone.

If I had a daughter like this in my sister, I'd be overprotective.

"Sharon."

"Ah..."

Slowly hands on Sharon, who went underwear without hesitation, captured that jaw and kissed him.

Though he looks instantly bewildered, Sharon leaves his lips to him without resistance.

Elf-like youthfulness and B-female beginnings.

And I'm satisfied with the exact princess's mouth reaction, attracted to my shallow sucking but ravaged by the tongue to be screwed.

"Nfu... Nfu..."

If you open your eyes lightly, those eyes stare at Tron and me, and your uplifted cheeks are also lit by the blinding lights to reveal the color firmly.

The sagging blonde hair made a strangely fantastical impression.

"Smythson.........?

Sharon looks back a little strange at me for weakening her tongue movement.

I hold that body all the time.

With huge tits, wasteless bodies are thinner than expected.

"Hmm... it's warm..."

"It's getting cold and tight..."

I'll take care of my body, Sharon. Kiss me and stroke my back like a chick stumbles on my bait.

"... don't worry about temperatures... keep it warm..."

"Ugh, yeah... chest, don't touch it"

"Yes……………"

Rub against your chest.

Dig that soft chunk out of your sprinkled design underwear and rub it with your indulgent hand.

"Hmph..."

Its big breasts, which are also comparable to selenium and apple, are particularly shaped just to show off in bikini armor in the summer.

Bouncing elasticity, were you already pretty excited, assertive nipples.

Indulge them at your fingertips and sometimes lick them.

On Sharon's neck, overlooking it by accident, is a collar, a name tag that says it's mine.

I still can't believe where it is, the fact that she's wearing it.

Wanting to make that certain, I push Sharon down on the chair, stick my hand in her to stroke her ass and take her underwear off.

"Hmmm... ha... eh, Smythson, eh... ♪ My body, so much, do you want to taste it...?

"Well, of course... I don't care if they say" Nashi "now."

"I won't tell you. I was just happy."

"... do you?

"I, too, have enough charm to attract you and be conceived, just like that god of war, dragon or Irina..."

"... I'm not so sure about that as to be debatable... it's true, it's a good body, you are"

♪

"But you're so cute you can't beat it, too, with so many slaves that you're innocently happy about it"

I thought I'd be a little angry. Well, normally, even an aristocratic born woman can't be happy with words. No, even though I'm from a slave, I seem to be muddled.

But Sharon let him wiggle his spine.

"... yes, a slave... your sex slave... female slave"

"... you like it unexpectedly"

"... because... Mr. Smythson's... oh, your husband's, cute way, was so, so comforting..."

Apparently, he's the type of person who finds unspeakable charm in the word being enslaved.

So.

"... I, your husband, want to hold me... no, I want to be offended. I want to serve you in this body... if they say you're cute, I can't stop..."

Instead of having any particular problems, I would have liked to have received the best compliments.

I smile bitterly and take off all my underwear and lay that nudity on a narrow chair.

Eyes that moisten to expectations.

A chest that won't even collapse if you sleep on your back.

Slightly thin, creased hips, and hairless shame moisturizing into hiccups and expectations.

Exposing all the embarrassing parts to me and roughing up my breath.

"Sharon.... we'll do it again. I'll seed it."

"Yes... yes, seed it, seed it... be your husband's slave"

I wonder what I look like. Are you giggling your eyes or delving into Sharon's cuteness?

I'm glad there's no mirror. Either way, you'll probably be disillusioned with yourself.

I hold one of Sharon's legs and insert my penis in the back.

It's already the second time. Sharon herself sometimes over-expected it, and gets in very far back for it.

but that never means that pleasure is small.

"Ha, ha..."

"Gu......!

Sharon leaks an exhale that he feels against his white throat.

Meanwhile, I'm leaking groans at the tightening of her vagina.

I had a feeling the limits were close to being on their own because of expectations.

Sharon's vagina doesn't feel oddly hard to leave, like Irina, nor does it mean it's extremely tight.

Should I say "clever" if I were to describe it?

Each part of the vagina shows an unexpected twitch, sending in pleasure even if it is not moving.

Needless to say, if it starts moving.

"Ugh... Sharon, you really... second time, what the...!?

"Yes... just you... it's just your, your husband's penis...!

"You unruly bitch..."

"Is...?

The odds of this move are close to Mr. Hilda as well. The move, which would probably be unconscious, was incredible enough to burn my brain.

"And, Sharon... but I think I'm out already... yes, can I get it out once...?

"Ha, ha...!! What... what do you mean..."

He looks at me with his sagging eyes as Sharon is thrust through his uterus, shaking his chest hard.

"... you go on...?

"... if possible"

"... well, go ahead... then, even by morning, I'll be with you..."

"Ugh, yeah...... so, out s"

I'll get it out, before I even say it.

Sharon's vagina hits me, and my penis starts vomiting.

Dokun, dokun, dokun...... and gently go back and forth through the vagina, scattering throughout Sharon's vagina.

"……………"

"... so I let it out..."

"Yes... I know..."

"Sorry. I feel so good and patient..."

Unexpectedly, I apologize. Holding me up, kissing Sharon in the ear.

"No. Me too... because I can't wait to feel comfortable..."

Looks satisfied.

... and somehow. I'm not cool.

"... when you're breathing, what's next?

Kind of looks like he's showing pity for Sharon in the end. I promise that in a hurry, but Sharon smiles and shakes his head.

"Don't rush, okay...... keep it tight, chest or butt, whatever you want...... shake your hips, yip, pour it in when you feel like it...... keep your slaves calm and cute......"

He likes the feeling of slavery.

I am only the entertaining side, the satisfying side, the liking side.

But I'm also involved in tickets without being sweet. Even so, I have ten female slaves.

"That's what makes me want to hurry and offend you, Tachi."

"Oh... I lit a fire"

Looks happy. Well, it's better than being frightened.

and.

"... no. Mix it up, too."

Dj, Luna squeaks looking down at me all the way over the back of the chair next door.

"Wow!?

Sharon and I raise our voices in surprise at the same time.

When were you there? I had no idea.

"Ru, Luna......?

"... no?

Jeez, look at me, Luna. No expression...... no, it has a bit of a petitioning color.

I'm weak when I look at you like this.

"... fine, but it's just 'together'. It's not Luna's turn next, is it?

"Yeah."

Luna, who begins to take off her clothes at once.

Covered once by Sharon, he whispered, "Okay?" "Yes" and take confirmation.

I love that hot skin.

When I woke up and looked at you, I saw the face of Special Agent Becker's hundred men through the mirror that had been put out just a little bit.

"Sharon."

"... Yes?

"Reinforce your visions."

"Uh... yes"

When Sharon gets up and casts a spell, the hand mirror disappears. It was blocked by a phantom.

"No, Smythson's Yarrow"

After Sharon thought silently for a while, as he heard a small, Becker Secret Service Hundred Man squeal.

I grabbed close to the wall and slapped him in the palm.

"... Break"

I don't think I slapped the outside wall of a tree, the sound of a skull-shaking doom.

And.

"Guru!?

I heard a strange voice from across the wall and something fell to the ground.

"Sharon......?

"I'm good at Berga, these kinds of hitting moves"

A completely naked Sharon dripping semen from her crotch smiling at her.

It was as beautiful as ever but a little scary.

(cont 'd)