Half-elves Fall in Love

The next morning was far from a pleasant awakening......

I don't remember much, but I think I've done a lot of Lila's cup of drinks.

The fact that I don't remember the taste of alcohol very well may have been quite strong alcohol. Grunting.

"Howdy, how you doin '?"

"... a little low voice. A little headache..."

I wake up as I respond slightly to Lyla's voice, which I heard just before I opened my eyes.

Oh, shit. Gravity is tight. Your body obliques on its own.

"As always, booze is totally weak."

Jeanne supports my body like that. Even if there is a difference in height, my arm strength is out of step, so I am reliable.

"I mean, it's in such a kitty liquor trot"

"The touch that it's a firecracker made in Wang Du."

"Sister Lila ordered the strongest liquor store. I mean, I was more surprised that it came out of a glass bottle."

"Well, you don't see it in Celesta..."

Pottery jars and wooden barrels are more widely distributed in terms of ease of processing.

Beautiful glass is still expensive. Is there such a thing as a trot of industrial power around here?

"So, what do we do today"

Says Mr. Deane as he opens the inn window. It's a little cold. Although upstairs, we're all still naked but bold.

"Return to Polka or stop by. I think it's time for Isaac and his men to go through King's Capital."

"Pass the King's Capital and exit to Mount Lycra... is it a snowy march in hell from there"

I hear you intend to.

Though the Child Snake Mountains are lower than the Blue Snakes, they are quite a difficulty. Must be pretty tight, especially for a big body org.

"I hope the dead don't leave."

"... you're definitely a little worried. Shall we just stab the nail so we don't have to?"

"More than that, Mr. Deane, don't sit on the window frame naked like that. Oh, there's an old man looking from across the street."

"Mm?"

From a solid sense of eclectic achievement, Mr. Deane was in a good mood and talked while sitting on the window frame, but this was once the third city of Trot. Even the neighborhood has buildings that are quite expensive.

An old man who was out on the balcony in the building across the street was looking at Mr. Deane's naked back for cancer, but Mr. Deane smiles lightly and waves his fingers.

"Shit, it's gone......!?

My old man is surprised. They put up a phantom.

"Speaking of which, Naris was completely rotten. I told you to put up a voice phantom."

"... Shit"

He forgot. Don't accidentally surprise Mr. Deane once in a while.

It's best to face each other in the hallway, trying to get out to the dining room while Lyla still supports you afterwards.

"Smythson Ten Chiefs"

Naris took out a short leather strap that had not even become a bi and collar….

"I'll pay you back"

He hit me gently in the face.

"Ouch."

"You know what? I've been thinking about it, but isn't it any different?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah. What is it? That's roughly, how much I'm happy with change, because I'm a poor man, and how much. Isn't it too boiling your head to be my porn slave all of a sudden even though I'm not in the mood to do anything else nasty?!? I don't care what you think!

"Yeah."

I finally laughed. Funny.

"Naris would be in trouble if you didn't tell me that."

"Become..."

"I'm telling you, I'm not as good a guy or anything as you say I am. I just don't have a hunch blacksmith who loves beauty and porn. It might sound like it if it were decorated with beautiful words like it's filled or reaching out, but that's how I'm a highly exclusive pervert who just pushes collars and obedience. I have trouble getting it wrong. He's quite a pervert to be pushed like that by me and he's a handful."

"... that sounds bad."

"Ho. As long as I have a choice, Jeanne and I are wearing a collar until we want it. There must be a pervert."

Jeanne with a subtle face and Lila laughing bitterly.

"So I have trouble getting weirdly lost in blood. You're not Selene or Apple, and you wouldn't be Angelos, Aurora or Sharon. I like Naris, who has a good self in that place, I am."

"... no, so please don't put in the line that makes you make a weird mistake there"

Sighing naris. Are you surprisingly not accustomed to being said by "likes" or even social dictionaries?

"Were you making something like that? Some of my daughters at the polka will stare at me."

Mr. Deane laughs bitterly, too.

"Ha.... That's right, Naris. Hang out with the reception."

"Andy. I don't want to sound too loud, but it's endlessly full of..."

"Ho, Deane. Either way, hurry up. Come on. Why don't you just leave him alone?"

"Leather, you're using a little. Atashi's going to run and buy it later."

"Wait, Jeanne, how much more power do you have than a man in line? One is in danger... I have no choice. Well, it's only in the morning, Andy."

"Yes."

Buy every bottle of wine from the dining room and have Naris exaggerate it in the room.

I don't have an appetite. The idea that Elf Daughter and Shobo Man, who only drink without even eating in the morning, is a bit conspicuous, even though this Inn in the Fae Accommodation OK, so it has to be a room.

"… Trot wine is delicious"

"No. Especially since there are so many orchards around here, winemaking is thriving. The taste of liquor is loud because Dwarves come and go a little bit... well, I heard it all in Wang Du."

Blacksmiths are a lot of liquor lovers. The seniors at Thread Workshop rigged me to drink, and one day I'll have a word for booze, too, or something. Did you admire that?

... Well, now that it's time for me to drink a little more (admittedly since I was about eighteen years old in Trot) and Celesta pulled me, I don't know what Trot's liquor tastes like.

"Yes, you did say there was no such thing as' deep pity 'made around here... let's find it before we leave"

"Trotto is not a gastronomer."

"Even Celesta has many delicious dishes. It's just that people with dull taste over there are waving big players, so everything tends to get bigger."

Especially Auga and the Beastman. They say they feel it's not enough if it doesn't taste a little dark. The beast man feels stronger than man in scent, but is dull in tongue structure and taste, or something.

On the contrary, they say Dwarves and Lizardmans are surprisingly sensitive to taste.

"It's good to have plenty of food.... Naris, another drink"

"But isn't it pretty strong, this wine?

"Not strong. Not strong. If you're strong, that's what makes rough whales and orgasm killers..."

So.

When I noticed, I had emptied two bottles of wine I had secured.

"So, you know what? Not to mention Mr. Almeida. Tetes is actually a genius with that look on her face. Do you know where I stand? I don't know, so I'm going to start over again."

"You're doing just fine."

"You forgot how far you explained it! So Smythson, the Ten Chiefs! I'll explain it again from the beginning, okay?"

"Didn't you just say something from the beginning?"

"So please don't interrupt me. How many times do I have to explain to you from the beginning? I mean, I've lived a normal life with bikini armor, and it's deadly that everyday clothes have a wider skin tone than bad battle clothes."

"He's changing his story."

"That's not true. What are you talking about! I've been talking about Crashhaken since the beginning."

"I didn't!

What are you going to do if you roll faster than me? I mean, what are you going to do when you're with the receptionist and you're suspicious?

"I can't help it. It's him."

At the same time, I'm at a pretty good pace.

"Huh, they say that a lot"

"Don't be chesty. You want me to rub it."

"If you can rub it, rub it, you fool!

"... ay"

"Do you really rub it!?

"I can't help it because I'm an elf, but I kind of miss you."

"And unfortunate evaluation!

What the hell?

"I mean, I am. I don't think the breasts are big. Balance. Of course I'm not saying Sharon or Naia are bad."

"It's one of them, right? Gun."

"Well don't say that. I'm a last tit striker who can enjoy everything from Jeanne to Lyla."

"What do you do with strikes!

"That's right. What are you gonna do?"

"Don't ask me! But if you rub and rub!

What the hell?

"I guess I'm losing a little bit when it's from above my clothes"

"I'm going to stick my hand in my clothes naturally..."

"This is my true strength."

"Don't be afraid, breast striker. hahaha."

"Why laugh?"

"Ha ha, my armpit tickles!

What the hell?

"Drop it, take it off"

"Don't strip a girl for that reason!

"Please"

"If you say so much, you may not be able to help"

"I knew you were drunk."

"You're not drunk, are you?

Naris untied his clothes strings while pointing his mouth.

... And when I realized I let Naris, in his underwear, crawl all over his body in bed, not his tongue, not his hand, and Naris was bursting with laughter as he twisted himself for some reason.

"Hahaha!! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"... then what is this?"

"Ya, stop, stop! Hey, how can you make me laugh with your butt? What are you doing?

"Kukukukukukuku, I can make it hard to breathe anywhere I touch you right now"

"Don't do this because it's going to happen!

Kerakera Laughing Naris.

For some reason, it felt natural for me to do so and take off Naris' pussy. No big resistance while laughing, Naris.

And I feel such a strong desire for Naris' flesh.

White, soft, supple.

Somewhere close, kind of far away.

I feel a strong vision for the warmth in front of me like that.

"Hi-ha, hi-ha... What are you doing Smythson Ten Chiefs...?

"I'm finally going to do everything I can to tickle your untidy final point"

Get your penis out and assemble it in Naris from behind. That's all Naris twists and turns.

"What, don't be such a place... Huh?

Apply plenty of saliva to your inner leg with your tongue and let it pass through your penis.

And it pushes me straight into Naris.

"Hih!?

"As someone who would have to tickle here, too."

"Ku, are you tickling this!? I mean, why did we talk about tickling national domination?!?

Naris is a little confused. I can't think of anything to say I'm confused either, but I'm forced to push my hips and push my hymen through and into the back.

"I forgot!

"... Wow, I forgot too..."

"That's why I'm gonna tickle you"

Start moving your hips with the cuckoo. I've already said it in my mouth that it tickles or something, but the movement is just a man's instinct.

I want to ejaculate in the back of Naris' vagina.

I want to ejaculate into Naris' womb.

I want to ejaculate on Naris' meatloaf.

Oh, I want to paint my desires deep inside Naris' white flesh. I want you to save it in this belly. I want to ejaculate while rubbing this ass. I want to ejaculate while picking this milk.

"Naris, oh shit Naris, I'm feeling better, Naris!!

"Oh, hey, why are you feeling better, you're not tickling...... it hurts......!?

"Naris...... Naris, Naris!!

Naris is obviously confused, but I hold Naris in my side and wave my hips, ejaculating as I wish.

"Whoa!?

"Ugh... Ugh"

semen to be filled.

A wet feel.

It's a little easier to move, and I'm moving out again.

I ejaculated while rubbing my ass, but I didn't ejaculate while picking my nipples.

"Oh, oh... ho, really, what... oh, hey, what's this feeling...!?

"Naris...... more icky, naris......!!

"Bye, Smythson Ju, hey, hey, wait... ahhh..."

I almost unconsciously waved to Naris and repeatedly ejaculated.

"Um, Smithson Ten Chiefs?

"... yeah"

"Not yeah. Really, what is this?"

An hour later.

I woke up drunk and ran out of breath.

After the two of us fell for a while, we swooped up and sat bare together in the front seat.

…………

…………

"Isn't this strange?"

"That's super weird."

"Why are you offending two people when you refused to be a meat slave! That's so plentiful too! This is a virgin. It can't be!

"... no, wait a minute. I try my best to remember how."

I want to get over it.

But good luck.

"... sorry, logical answers are unlikely to lead"

"Am I sorry -?

"Sorry."

"... Wow, what's so troubling about this Virgin Break..."

"... it felt good"

"My hymen wouldn't float if they told me that it was disgusting to be cuddled so many times! I'm sorry. I couldn't imagine a picture of a hymen floating around."

"It's Naris around to seriously think about what doesn't matter..."

The two of us will be staring at each other for a while.

I poke my hand disappointingly and get a little depressed.

"... Smythson Ten Chiefs. That...... let's just forget about it. each other."

"I'm a little reluctant to forget, though."

"So I'm not a sex slave or anything! You insist on sex slavery or something because you fucked me, you son of a bitch!

"No, it's not like that. Not like Mr. Deane or any other female slave."

"... and forget it anyway! Don't forget!

I accidentally hugged and kissed Naris as she was pretty cute coming poking at me with her powerless fist.

And Naris' powered fist went in one shot and blew it up.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Smythson Ten Chiefs, hang on!?

... but something.

Maybe Naris and I look good like this.

(cont 'd)