Half-elves Fall in Love

The evening before the festival passes strangely quietly.

Maybe the whole town was repressing itself for Spirit Festival Day. Or maybe it wasn't such a spiritual thing, though it was a break for close preparation and thoughtful enjoyment of the day.

Originally created as a "festival," the unusual can't be something that goes on and on without something that starts somewhat slowly.

It is the fervor of a defined day that allows people to safely take the tag off and enjoy it.

People's sensibilities are intolerable for unlimited enjoyment. With collaterals like "Because it's something I don't do many times a year" and "Because I paid a lot of money," I can forgive myself for being drunk on sharing while maintaining myself for the day to day.

... What a reason the priest of the temple in Polka spoke to the innocent wishes of the children who used to say "I wish every day was a festival".

Well, I'm sure it is. I know when I grow up.

Adults need a reason for something. Fun or hard, there has to be a reason. I can't help looking for it without it.

Conversely, you can enjoy it for as long as you have a reason.

Tomorrow is a fun Spirit Festival. Not today. Tomorrow. Not the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow. Have a precious day every six months.

The next day.

When the sun also rose, at nine o'clock in the morning, the whole city made a noise to tremble.

Many are trumpets and bronzes. Or claps, footsteps. Some people make magical, dreamy noises in this city with lots of dark elves.

It is a signal to the Spirit to inform him of this festival.

"Wow, that sounds amazing"

"Naris, Luna, Jeanne. Take this. And Andy."

Mr. Deane catches Naris surprised by the cluttered noise he hears from the outside and gives him the little whistle.

I'll take it too. It's like an alarm whistle made of ceramic. It's really for kids.

But the sound of the start of this festival is fine. Anyway, the key is for everyone to make a sound.

"I'm gonna blow it. Keep ringing as long as you can."

"Hmm."

"This is the first time I've done this because I didn't do it in a colony"

"Oh, am I gonna do it too?"

Sounds peachy and dumb in the sky with a pair of whistles given to me.

"Me or Mr. Lyla."

"Make a sound to your liking with magic. To the extent they don't think it was an accident."

Mr. Deane also chanted magic and sounded like an accordion through the window.

Lyla and Aurora look at each other and behold. I guess he had trouble telling me to make a sound as he pleases. I made a similar sound and the tea was cloudy.

The Spirit Festival began wacky after such a few minutes of loud noise.

"Nooo."

One of Mr. Deane's brothers, Julio, sets up a weapon in different shapes in both hands. Barbarian knife with top heavy on left hand and spike sword with cup fist guard on right hand.

I wonder what kind of martial arts master you are relative to, it's the plaster rock of the Orga University.

In contrast, deep and deep, he laid down his hips to the point where his groin was likely to climb to the ground, and after a few minutes he suddenly opened his eyes and leapt heavenly high into the plaster rock,

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!!

He wields both swords on the rock with an odd sound like what demon it is.

Gah! Gah! Gagga, Sugga!!

Inconsistent destructive sounds about minutes in a row.

And finally, he threw out his sword, stretched out his fingers, and slipped shabby at a rate that didn't go unnoticed by the plaster rock,

"Done and done. It will be entitled" The Red and Purple Spiritual Light Striking Rebeck's Peak ""

It was an equal big stone statue of an old man in Auga who was right around the corner, although he shouted softly about the title I'm not sure of.

It's a weight-balanced, albeit henchy light industry, but still rough poses, and finishing a statue in just under ten minutes is a art close to a kind of magic trick.

"Igor Ong. How about that? Julio's work, did you like it?"

The old man nods deeply when Mr. Carlos respectfully asks the old orga.

"When I was younger, I looked better, but didn't I make this from my current eagle? I don't know what the hell your name is, but don't finish my three horns with precision. Good. Let's buy it in words."

Laughing, Mr. Carlos.

"Then with 300 gold coins"

"... Hey brother, I hope you don't sell your awkward stunt so cheaply"

Julio, who picked up the sword, pointed his mouth.

The moves are the same, but the way they talk is weird. Is this what artists are like?

300 sheets is pretty cheap, by the way. Take a little luxury accommodation in the city and fly in one go.

"Though I said the word. What is it, an insult to the nostalgia of the eagle at the Spirit Festival like no other, merchant"

"No. This time, Trident took good care of everyone in the establishment. It is our motto to give the best possible hospitality to our good allies. Besides, we merchants are the only ones who make a difference at the Spirit Festival."

"Hmm, benevolence? I rubbed it against an orga."

"Yeah, benevolent. Not just Auga, but I've never lost money taking care of it in the last five hundred years."

"... okay"

The old man from Auga snuggles his chin at his men who were nearby and makes them serve a gold coin bag.

"Hey, sculpture digger. I'll buy him for 300 sheets, but I'll build him a hall for this. Come to my mansion whenever you want to be proud."

"Don't... be afraid..."

Mr. Julio corrects his posture to the glare of an old orga.

The quiet power of that old orga has something for everyone to live in right.

"Come on, Julio. Now the lady over there has a bust."

"Wet. I want you to put the corresponding value on the next one"

Mr. Julio, who chattered the weapon set, turns to the next customer.

"Amazing, that brother. Weird though."

Heh, Naris was impressed as he opened his mouth.

Mr. Deane laughs bitterly.

"If it wasn't for that Eastern rash habit, I'd think he was my brother doing a lot more fine work."

"Why do you sculpt with weapons?"

"A few hundred years ago, a samurai from the Oriental Mountains saw a wooden statue carved with a sword. Since then, it seems that if you can do it with the other sword, you can't do it with any other weapon."

"... you know, maybe it's this kind of protective knife, this kind of spiritual statue across the palm size, right? I'm in the Renfangas Army sometimes, though. It's one of Lister's great knight hobbies."

"Maybe. But if it goes on for hundreds of years, it's gonna be like that."

The statue made by Mr. Julio is quite realistic, and besides, it doesn't make him pose, it creates a dynamic pose.

It would be amazing to do that even though no failure would be tolerated.

"I want to be such an excellent craftsman too..."

"I don't think that's such a legitimate thing. Andy would have just strained his mind during this time when he first put on solid technology"

"Yes, I was."

Well, that's a decent move before a hell of a move.

There are many other events taking place in the large courtyard of Mr. Carlos.

Probably Mr. Deane's sisters, a songwriting culinary show by the three Dark Elf sisters, a choral concert by the Birdmen known for their beautiful singing voice where they were brought from.

"All this is just a holding that I've pulled on my brothers and siblings' connections. You're saving money."

"That would be so"

Mr. Deane replied to his grunt that while concealing his body with a cape, his safe half was beautifully decorated, Mr. Nancy.

"Saving is not infinite when you say you have savings. Plus there are lots of master entertainers, but there won't be any hands I wouldn't bother to use."

"I guess. But as a family, it doesn't seem like a big party once in a half year that cites the total power of Onyx... it also seems odd to me that it feels like a hidden arts tournament of the family."

"Must be. Nice. Concealment tournament. Either you and I have a dance match."

"I'm fine, Carlos, but my brother's gonna piss me off"

Couscous and the two laughing look a lot more real sisters than the other siblings.

... By the way, Luna seems to have had an intentional relationship with the three cooking sisters, doing an improvised, aerial catch of a flying dish.

That's awesome, Luna. Whether Angelos or Aurora can do it too.

Lyla and Jeanne are in a good mood for a cup of good liquor in the bar space at the end.

Naris will break into Mr. Julio's place to see. Sculpture of appearance...... the handling of the weapon doesn't seem to do anything about taste even if there are no problems, he is stunningly grinding down the plaster rock and depressed.

And where did Aurora hide it, she followed me and Mr. Deane in a more luxurious dress than usual.

Dark elves and orgasms, as well as the human race, in most of them, the beauty of the decorated Aurora catches a terrible eye.

As soon as I take my eyes off of it, a handsome guy comes to the numb from around there.

"I didn't know the white elf lady was at Onyx's party. Can you dance a song"

"Sorry, Buckwheat. I'm with you."

"Wow. Which one of you is it?"

Aurora chuckles at the handsome dark elf who behaves as if she can't see me.

"You're a fool. Are you going to rub it against me?"

Hold Aurora's hand quietly and mentally in combat.

I can't apologize to Mr. Deane or Mr. Carlos if I make a scene here.

"Aurora, do you dance? Apparently I looked like Mr. Julio's sculpture."

"Oh, it's a warm sculpture."

Pull the cuckoo laughing Aurora and walk out into the dance space.

Against the background of the Birdmen songs, I try my best to start taking steps.

My costume is never your son, but it wouldn't be a bad way to put the place together if you were to be a little embarrassed.

...... glad to remember how to step at the Polka Spring Festival.

"... you're being rude. Is there still something missing from Andy's collar, a token of his possession?"

"Stop making any more fancy appeals. If you can dance and be sure, I'll dance as much as I want."

"Well, dance for a while."

Stick around like a cuddle.

As much as I send you a little challenging gaze, I can defy you, too, right?

"Heh heh... I didn't expect this kind of gorgeous stage, though. Sometimes it's fun to be in the social world."

"Well, if Aurora's fun, it's more than that"

"Can you finally touch me nasty even on my butt and show me how hot I am?

"Is that... ant in the social world?

You should appeal first with a kiss or something. Normal.

Soon the pleasant feast will pass, and it will be night.

"Hey, Smythson."

"Hmm? Oh, hey."

"Swallow and speak ill."

Special Agent Becker, a hundred men, was dressed in a crisp courtesy dress with her hair set up beautifully, rather than the usual traveler look with a bolomant.

Kind of different. I always thought you were pretty handsome middle-aged, but you really look like a theater actor.

"I'll introduce you. My daughter-in-law Rose and Ariel."

Behind me is a tricorn-oga beauty about the same or a little older than me and a much smaller dark elf girl compared to that.

"... two? Both of you?

"Oh, my God, there's more than a dozen people out there, and I don't know what you're gonna say to me."

"No, well, it is. I was single until last year, and I didn't think you two were married at once."

"That's what I don't want you to say!

... Yeah, I was a virgin until last year too.

Talking about it, a bright magic light lights the central stage.

Slowly appearing there was even more see-through area than usual, and Mr. Knoll stretched several long feathercoats of thin cloth from his body.

It seems very difficult to move.

... while I was looking at the food as I carried it to my mouth, Mr. Deane and Mr. Nancy approached me softly.

"Andy. My sister dances"

"I seriously think Knoll's dance is Celesta's best. They don't really dance many times a year, so you should take a closer look."

"Heh."

As Mr. Knoll moves into the middle of the stage, passionate music by the Dark Elf Orchestra and Birdman's Choir begins.

"..."

Mr. Knoll only looks at this one for a moment and flips his feathercoat and starts moving.

From there, it was a beauty to be called fantasy.

The feather doesn't stick to the ground after it starts to move.

It doesn't intertwine.

Not only are there intense movements, but the expressions of her limbs change abundantly, and then she doesn't feel some waste in a series of movements, and every moment is full of surprises.

A woman cannot help but trance herself as to whether a dark elf is something she can so far describe herself in an attractive way.

"Ugh... stay!? What the hell, Rose?"

Somehow, Special Agent Becker. Whether the hundred men were twisted or ear-pulled, he's raising a weird voice, but it's also a shame to just look away for a moment to be sure of it.

Values for something called a dancer change.

A little eclectic Mr. Deane's sister, Mr. Knoll, even looks like a goddess who has carried beauty to the ground.

That, for a moment.

It was a terrible waste of time for that to end up just enough or there.

But ruthlessly Birdman's song ends, and the sound of the orchestra's squealing instrument sinks.

After everything was done, what I waited for was a boiling applause.

I was clapping and cheering flashly, too.

"Sister Knoll, your dance is just a treasure. I'm not going to be inferior in physical ability, but I'm not sure I can dance that tenth of a million"

"Oh.... well, he says, 'Eighty years and that'll be about it'"

"Genius is so troublesome"

"... that's the only word I don't want to hear from Deane."

"Oh, yeah?

I forgot to go into Mr. Deane's conversation, and I've been in a trance for a while.

Awesome.

I think I'll pick a bigger tavern next time Talk comes.

... or fluffy thinking with a head like that floating in the heat, that Mr. Knoll would have come off the stage at some point.

"Ya, I'm in the mood. Wow. Privately top notch handy in the last decade. How was it, Deane?

"I'm not used to seeing it. It's as beautiful as ever."

"Boring -. Hey, Andy, how about you?

"No, the... I'm going to go to the big tavern next time"

"Oh, lie, have you fallen in love? Melt?"

"I'm not in a position to put it mildly, but honestly, I'm going to fall in love. I'd like to see it again and again."

"Mm..."

"Uh, Deane, if you do, you're mushy. That's good, because I'm the only one with a handle on dancing, so I hope you complimented me as much as you did when you really danced. My sister-in-law and Deane are pale."

"Ha, you must be. Why don't you take this opportunity to learn to dance a little bit, Deane? It's never a bad thing for a woman to say to make herself look attractive. Especially if you have a man you like."

"Ugh, yeah......"

The servant Deane is no match for these two sisters either.

And.

"Wow, I'd love to be your guide, too."

"Oh man, I want to try it too..."

Aurora and Luna were taking the lead over Mr. Deane and approaching Mr. Knoll.

I knew that, wasn't it amazing?

Night and a half.

A bell rings to mark the end of the day with Gorn, Gorn, in a city that kept making noise tirelessly.

Unlike in the morning, this signal doesn't sound like anyone or him.

It's not a start or an end in sports, because it's a signal to change the rules.

From here, the rules of the festival change.

Don Chang The noise was fun but it was all a voltage line.

If the Spirit also enjoyed it, watch our exchange of affection quietly, he said.

"Naris, don't you know where you've been?

"He wants to go to see what's going on in the city from around dinner... so I put on one of my spare sisters for once."

That's the kind of answer I get when I ask Mr. Carlos as people start to leave like the tide pulls after midnight.

The rest of us generally know the purpose of participating in this Spirit Festival, or we have no reason to go anywhere else. But only Naris.

I can't blame you. In fact, I don't know what it's like to taste an exotic festival, and I want Celesta to enjoy her strength in a good way.

"I decide to slowly dip into the rest of the Spirit Festival with my wife. You too... No, you want me to shy away from being a little indulgent..."

At the end of the day, Nancy slaps him with a scepter, trying to give him a more and more disturbing look.

"I guess you're just clumsy to have fewer opponents than he is. How many people have ever refused to talk about dowry from a strange merchant or a martial artist?

"No, Nancy, that's not the problem."

"That's the problem. Deane, I know how cute you are, but don't interrupt the nights these kids spend convincingly."

"But! But!"

"Oh, Andy, you. You can say it. It's an unlimited statement anyway."

"Nancy, that's a little bit of my position!

Nancy sent me away, and I'm going back away.

And in the distance everyone had already gathered in one room to welcome them.

"Here comes the star."

"Wait, just..."

Lila and Jeanne raising the cup for two.

"I've changed the color. Did you get a little more colour?"

"Knoll lent me back. What do you say?"

Aurora wearing a different outfit than she did at the party and letting her twirl around. This is another gorgeous dress, hands wide open, Luna waiting for a dimension evaluation like a child.

"You're adorable. Aurora's a real princess on a boulder."

And.

"Deane looks great in these clothes, too."

"That's what Andy would wear if he were happy... but when he stands next to his sister, it's somehow unfair..."

Mr. Deane walks in and out of front of me, wearing all the dresses made of a full sketchy cloth that I'm not completely willing to hide anymore...... and Mr. Knoll.

"No, why are you here, Mr. Knoll? It's after midnight at the Spirit Festival."

"Shouldn't I?

"... for once, I'm willing to flirt with everyone I'm about to be here..."

I don't plan on having sex with just one person, but when I get shaken up more colour than anyone else, do I have trouble?

Tits. I'm not hiding my groin or my nipples, I'm not hiding.

"Not bad. Just mix it up after everyone is done. I miss you on Spirit Festival nights."

Isn't it a little too free dam? I thought you were Mr. Hilda's sister.

"I didn't hear that."

"Ho. There's five of us out there on purpose. I didn't know you'd go inside and mix it up. It's a strange sister."

"Well, I just felt that way. You look just like Dr. Hilda."

"Mmm..."

Leave them alone who react to each one.

"Are you sure about this, Mr. Deane?"

"... well, it's a night in the city. Let her do as she pleases.... I'm telling you, I'm not the kind of person you can tie, so don't think about putting a collar on it."

"Whatever. I showed you the dance of the congregation, and that attitude..."

"Does it matter..."

Mr. Knoll grinned niggardly, sexy posing to accentuate his chest.

I have a problem with the straw because it is attractive.

"When you decide to dance really beautifully, it burns. Do you think the body will wake up?"

"I don't know......"

"Do you mean feelings integrate with dance?... I don't know, with filling."

"I don't know."

What artistic people say in sensibility is harder than magic theory in a way.

"Hmmm... I don't know. Are you saying it's Ki that I got wavelengths in your gaze while I was dancing and I'm looking good at my best... feeling more imaginable and bumpy than I thought when I was masturbating with the intention of having sex?

Difficult. Difficult. Artistic conversation.

...... looking around for help but the other girls are a little confused too.

"Give it up. My sister only understands her reason..."

Say as Mr Deane has given up on this again.

"That's good. I'm lucky I got one shot at the end of the thing."

"... fine. I really don't see it, so if I get laid,"

"Ho ho. You know, I figured the kid with the girlfriend wouldn't say the same thing."

Mr. Knoll smiles challengingly.

... when it comes to dancers, hipsters. Looks experienced.

But this one also crosses countless lines with Mr. Hilda's super technique and Irina's natural designer.

Lose.

"eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh"

"Ho ho. Good opportunity."

Jeanne's young limb rides over Lyla's busty body.

Embrace each other naked, and stick your manko together perfectly.

"It is decided to do so. I'm not wasting anything."

"It gets dirty... well, I'll wash it"

Next to Lyla and the others, Aurora and Luna stick their asses up side by side.

Under the dress, there are no pants for two.

Is it my hobby to have them offend me with my dress on?

And Mr. Deane and Mr. Knoll are pushing that rich body on my left and right, joining forces to look at my penis.

"I thought it was some kind of awesome titty or goth penis, but you're not"

"It just hurts like a big strawberry. Andy doesn't rely on that stuff. And you're going to be surprised, this angle."

"Heh... Looking forward to it."

Mr. Hilda and Mr. Knoll do have similar temperaments, but they don't have the tech to taste pleasant hell like Mr. Hilda. It's a normal hand job.

It's okay, Dark Elf. We're not all emperors of porn.

I know, Mr. Carlos.

"Well, from Lyla and Jeanne..."

"Oh, enough with the handjob? You're not gonna let me out once?

"Sister. This is the only woman who's ever offered me a groin. Andy wouldn't be able to shoot me for nothing."

"Oh, I see... I'm sorry, because I've never had a multitude of flirts"

Well, I don't think that's usually the case.

... giving Lyla and Jeanne a penis in their groin as they opened up from their hands.

"Which way do you want me in?

"Look, either is good. You're gonna pour me in order anyway, right?

"Well, yeah."

Neither of you imagined I'd be a heba on the way. I'm happy with trust. Do it, heavy one.

... get a little lost and insert from Lyla.

"Mm-hmm... come in, come on..."

Lyla trembles feeling good.

I started waving my hips as I rubbed Jeanne's little ass on top of it and jerked off her vagina and butthole like a habit.

"Mm, uhh, uhh..."

"ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe... sounds like you're mixed up with your mom and dad." "

"Mm, you're flirting with your mother while you book your daughter's manko with your finger"

"Hmm."

"Ho, that's another... quite a burning story."

"I've done it many times in the cat colony..."

"Andy's a pervert. You can't do it all your life."

"Ho, well, with someone else's daughter... in someone else's wife, it would be different. Sooner or later it's all real..."

"No, I don't want to offend my real daughter."

Don't be scared.

"Hehe... Then tell Peter, sister, we have to make it soon."

"Why are you so motivated?"

It's out in many ways.

"Ho, I'm sorry I can't get pregnant with Hilda's technique... but I'm willing to give birth to my daughter, please, Lord Owner."

"Don't..."

Even so, Lila seems pretty excited about that imagination. I'm going to tighten the cucumber.

I ejaculate into Lyla unbearably and immerse myself in a dodgy and pouring openness.

"Come on, then... it's my booked daughter Manko, Dad."

"Are you going with that setup already!?

I mean, it's treacherous to be called a dad or something by someone I just had a baby with during this time.

... I think I'm pretty bad at getting on with that setup and saying that I'm in a good mood for denial with my mouth.

"If that's the case...... how about the papa dick that's been offending my mom now, Jeanne!

"Hmm... hehe, that's a nori. Yes, Papa dick, Atashi's womb, I'm messing around... I'm a bad dad to break into my daughter's womb"

As Jeanne put it.

Even though it's plenty moist, in Jeanne's vagina, which is narrow and small, my penis is trying to push the mouth of the uterus wide open and push it inside. Jeanne sticks her hips out trying to pick her up too.

Jeanne, an obstetrician and a dwarf in the Mazo, is the artist who can do it. Lyla also holds Jeanne down as she nibbles, and goes to help her with it.

"Ho, my mother and father hold me down and bully me in the womb, I look so happy, not a good daughter."

"Ngu, Ngu... but uhh... come in, come in."

Just the two of us.

Break through Jeanne's womb mouth.

And he waves his hips fine and hard as he persistently pushes his turtle head in there.

"Jeanne, let's go... Daddy's pregnant juice, plenty to drink in the womb!!

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."

Ejaculation.

A child flows into Jeanne with intense momentum.

Already falling over a lila overflowing with semen from her groin, Jeanne breathed satisfactorily rough.

"... I'm gonna do it with very little time off, I saw it yesterday,"

"Andy's a skank."

A little proud of my sister for making a surprisingly inspiring comment.

Domestic moral collapse is serious tonight. A lot.

"... but me and Luna too..."

"Because it's so sketchy...... Andy. Good luck."

Strangely breathtaking lately, the youngster invites me with his butt.

I pull my dick out of Jeanne's womb and head for them.

... The Spirit Festival night has just begun. We have to make two rounds.

(cont 'd)