Half-elves Fall in Love

I don't even want a feast.

I mean, I think it's no longer a dimension that only Dwarves & Dragons, an almost intoxicating racist alcoholic, survived, but anyway, in a corner of Catalina surrounded by intense liquor and a wave of hustle and bustle, I was taking Sharon's clothes off with fevered hands.

As expected to remove clothes, the puffy breasts are not wearing underwear.

Overall a luxurious and meaty diluted elf tribe. Sharon, who exposed those fine boobs in the middle of the snoring and cheering of the wild warriors while hiding in the phantom, was shamefully but excitedly mouth-breaking.

"... Mr. Smythson. Um..."

"Hmm?

For my part, the unexpectedly high alcoholic strength of Elf's famous liquor, the Rough Whale, significantly reduces my thinking and is completely out of control.

I know it's not so good somehow, but I got on Sharon's modest temptation, and then I got on track and carelessly licked and sucked my tits off and swayed them gently with my hands.

I'm totally hit by the presence of my tits, and I'm stuck with my instincts.

Stroking my hair with tender hands, Sharon opened her mouth again.

"With your husband... may I call you?

"... ah? Why...?

Me blurring over Sharon's intentions while I stuck myself with saliva painted with my tongue on my nipples.

Uh.

Sure Sharon was that... nothing like that, like he wasn't a slave or a mazo hobby.

I wore a collar simply because I wanted to maintain a relationship that made me jerk off... right? Anyway, before the building.

Yeah. I'm sure it should.

"Is that your hobby...?

I look at Sharon's expression with half an eye and think carefully as I loosen my soft tits with my hands.

Thinking about it is a drunken state, and the idea doesn't work.

Just blurry, was that it...?

Sharon smiles at me like that and slowly closes her eyes and continues her words.

"I am the last seat in the family, even in the glorious family, just called the princess. … but I never neglected to be a woman because I was worried about the clan's unknown."

"Ha..."

Blurry, nodding at the story that suddenly began.

"That's what I thought I'd lose. Berga, who was a better caregiver than he was when he was a kid, got an elf but Dwarf stunt. My brother ended up without gripping a sword or anything and was born of a good political class, but he also went above and beyond Berga to the user. Do it, there's nothing you can't do. I thought birth was the only excuse to die, and I continued to be proud of my race, my blood, and being a woman."

"... oh well... I guess so..."

I'm not sure, but I'll snort. I only somehow know that I suddenly heard about the birth and pride of others.

"But I think. Now that I think about it, it was rightly a vanity."

"Being a woman is not a handful. Living like a woman does not conflict with being a knight...... oh my god, I just said it without understanding the pleasure of being a woman first, an empty theory. I was so adored by you that I finally realized... that I was happy to have been born into a woman."

"Ugh, yeah."

The point is with the interpretation that the etchiness I experienced was satisfactory... that's okay.

"What does that have to do with your husband...?

Carefully question her as she strokes her tits, thinking desperately for once.

Sharon continued her words slowly, somewhere clear, somewhere lusciously taking off her jacket.

"If you feel so happy to be held by you. Every other woman who admires you admits herself to being a female slave… How can it be horrible to consider yourself your captive?"

"No, I mean horrible... I don't think I usually say it from a girl..."

On second thought, as Apple and Selene at the top of the line, Lyla and Maia who are racially kept or kept, and Jeanne, a child of that Lyla, can't help it.

And as Angelos is a pervert, I can't help it.

The rest of the kids don't really have that kind of inevitability... well, if they're going to continue to relate to me, that's all I'm saying.

Hmm.

I don't know how to point it out......

I thought for three seconds.

"Well, no."

I gave up because I didn't seem to get a common sense answer with my drunk head looking good.

And.

"Whatever the story is, you're welcome to be my thing"

That's the only thing that ends up happening.

I was sweet on two strands, Selene and Mr. Deane, and I decided to keep Lyla on hand and not give Angelos to the other guys.

At that point, I'm aware that I'm a greedy egoist who can't help it.

And Sharon, too, made me want to keep it my own.

Even if it's not blurry, I'm sure you'll admit it someday. Sharon, Irina, Almeida, probably Blakecore, Christie, maybe Mr. Hilda.

It's mine. I want it to be mine alone.

I mean, I'm thinking about that at the bottom of my heart.

And.

"Yes... Dear Sir..."

Everything is halfway through, and that's why every one of them with different roots keeps admiring me for not being able to admonish me under any code.

That makes it good.

Well, luckily, I'm sure I'll keep sweetening.

"Sharon. You... are my female slave"

"Yes......"

"I haven't had much patience before, but from now on, I'm really going to be jerking off to you anytime, anywhere. Because it doesn't matter if you're a princess or a knight chief?

"Yes, of course..."

"I'm persistent and I do bullshit. Maybe I'll hide you in a dark room for days and keep offending you, and maybe even when you're on duty, you'll show up flattered and make your dick shave. I might have my cock pinched in my tits for a leisure break while napping. That's good."

"... yes, it's lovely..."

"One day I might make you quit your army and tell you to spend all day surrounded by polka or something and just take care of my dick without even wearing clothes. Don't be mad at me, okay?

"... looking forward to it, waiting"

Me drooling without thinking about the delusions that alcohol amplifies more and more, and Sharon affirming it all with an exciting face I don't know what you're thinking.

Maybe we both know it's just paranoia.

I know it's just desire.

Still, someday.

"One day, my child, will you give birth? It's a female slave duty, isn't it?

"... then do your best to get pregnant."

One day, hoping it meshes, I take off Sharon's underwear and leave her naked.

And let some beautiful elf princess swear as a female slave...... I broke open her crotch and fed her strained penis to her wet labia.

"Huh......"

Jubu, white and clear nudity that embraces the dick.

Dwarves and Maia are thriving on early drinks at a table nearby. As a wild cheer echoes, Special Agent Becker's hundred chiefs raise their voices like frogs crumbled when one of the dwarves stepped on them.

In that, Sharon rocks her big tits and takes my hipster.

Perhaps the greatest Renfangas soldier here is bare and happily gasping when she is sworn a female slave by a foreigner's hedgehog soldier. It's a terribly unrealistic situation.

I'll change my position. Normal to dorsal position.

"Yes... yes, it's like a dog..."

"Which would be miserable, a female slave or a dog?

"… a slave to love, a miserable one"

Kiss her cheek laughing couscous like she was floating in a fever. And poke it and make it boring.

offend her like a dog.

Bright white nudity rises out of place amid the hustle and bustle lit by the orange light of the lantern.

It's pathetic that neither a soldier rolling in the seat next door and sleeping, nor a dwarf turning over and supporting Maia at just a metre's distance, can see such superb nakedness. No, it's not really a little pathetic. Just a feeling of superiority.

One of these days my ejaculatory appetite will come in. I'm sure if you're sane, you tried to be patient and drive Sharon crazy, but now I'm the egoist's husband.

"Sharon, I'll give you plenty."

"Ha, ha... eh, my husband... Dear...!?

"I'm leaving now...... Mm-hmm!

He waves his hips selflessly, thrives on his own, and spits massive amounts of semen on Sharon's womb.

Bhurulu, and semen sprayed with fierce momentum.

Sperm hell from a few days ago hasn't returned yet. Sharon's womb was quickly filled with semen, and Sharon glanced surprised.

Shaggy, and semen that could not fit in the vagina refluxed.

"Ha... here, like this...!?

"... sorry, it was a lot of magic out there right now"

Sounds hard to clean up after, but I'm not satisfied yet.

Today there was a stuffy scene of watching a woman's body from the center of a magnificent bath, and it was accumulating.

Sharon, now you're up there.

"Oh, uh... go on, are you...?

"Go on. Female Slaves"

……♪

I whisper in my ear to Sharon, who is breathing, and lean back in a bench.

Sharon was showing a bare gesture of what was going on with his inner leg to a massive flow of fine as if it were a coarse phase, but he gave up thinking for a while and stayed on top of me.

"Stand up. Because I want to see tits."

"... heh, Smythe... your husband, he likes you, boobs"

"I love it from the bottom of my heart"

Couscous laughs at me for answering instantly, while Sharon starts exercising up and down on me.

The bench is low and thin, and when Sharon moves, it feels exactly like riding a horse with his feet down on the ground.

Put your hand on my chest and wave as you're told.

Collar hardware and gold thread hair glimmer into lantern light.

"... beautiful, Sharon"

"... no"

Sharon tries desperately to concentrate on her movements as she lights up the words that came out with her mouth.

I compare my surroundings to drinking. The exuberance culminates.

"It would be really hard if you found out."

"... well... really, I may have to hide it as your female slave..."

"You look happy."

"It feels good... your husband's, penis..."

Sharon gradually turns into a gnawed lower back movement. Are you tired of monotonous movements on your own, feeling too much and no more force in your knees, or both?

Press and fold Sharon's elbow like that, let Sharon fall and hug him.

"Your bag feels good, too."

"Child... bag... eh"

"It's my sperm bag now."

……♪

I purposefully make my uterus aware in inferior language and launch my hips all the way up.

"Hih."

Sharon turned his throat.

I'm gonna shoot up my hips. Waving two bodies.

And.

"Sharon............!!

"Ha ha... eh"

Bürluhr, and ejaculation again.

Cloudiness also erupts between the labia and the labia.

Squeezing Sharon in pleasure, Sharon squeezed a hot exhale into my ear.

"... your husband, Dear..."

"Oh......"

I feel unconscious. What makes a diwadge wack is that this is not acid depletion or anaemia. Just drowsiness.

"... look, you... mine..."

Keep it up, I'm going to sleep.

I felt like this was going to be a big deal, but I was sleepy, so I couldn't help it.

When I woke up, I kept Sharon in my arms.

And it was morning.

"Hmm......"

"Ho, you're awake, my lord owner"

"You're too defenseless. You scared me."

Lyla and Irina, who were having breakfast at a table comparing drinks, look this way.

"Oh, that...?

"I know you did, but the little girl fell asleep, too."

"If we weren't at Straw's turn, we wouldn't have lost our position."

Sharon in his arms was resting in peace. There's no way you can wear clothes without me holding you tight, and you can keep Naked and Burgundy in in the morning.

"... you didn't catch a cold a lot, us"

"It's also frigid windscreen magic."

"There's more to defenselessness than that."

... there's still something about the two of us being scared. Reflection.

"Ugh... I'd love to... Wow!? What are you doing in the morning, Smythson? Ten people... Muggles."

"Ho, don't make a scene"

"And it's not from the morning, it's from last night. You colored demon."

"Mugu, mugu..."

I've got my mouth ironed. Naris says Mugamuga, though.

"... Irina, can you finally just look at it one more time and pretend not to look at it?

"... are you willing to handle it as it is with a woman sleeping with a bulb in the morning, you do-out-of-the-way"

"No?"

"...... Next time, I'll be sober."

"OK"

Kids who have good sense love it.

(cont 'd)