Half-elves Fall in Love

After facing the statue of the White Seoul for a while, Shoegazer said he would put me and Cecil on board.

"Can I ride?

"You can let me walk normally, though. It's so hard to walk in these fucking narrow woods. I'll give you another ride if you want to show me on the ground."

"Schuge would walk you in the air."

Exactly when it comes to being a 5m grade tiger, is it tough to walk in the woods no matter how many eyes you have to see through the space?

If you can walk home, I won't stop you.

"Please let me ride because I can't"

In the end, I decide to let you ride.... Unlike horses and stuff, tiger backs are oddly supple, so it's hard to ride. He's also quite tall.

"Please don't fool around."

Cecil's already on board before me and ready to leave.

I don't know if it would be a good idea to ride away, so I ride right behind Cecil and turn my arms around my hips.

... No, it's nothing else, is it? Even when riding a horse, it's rather dangerous to let go of your body.

"Hiccup."

"Hey Cora, I'm sorry! Get the fuck out of here, Cecil!

"It's not that big of a deal! It would be natural to grab on to the previous opponent once you two are on board!

rururu, and intimidating shoegazers. Me claiming legitimacy.

"Hey Cecil. I knew you'd get in the back. Let the guy flirt with you all he wants."

He said, "I don't give a shit!

Why? I can't believe Mr. Deane and the others are treating him like a sexual harassment demon for the first time.

"Well, hey, I'm sorry"

Cecil goes down softly and crosses (again) behind me.

And turn your arms around my hips and snuggle.

... modest but definite chest puffiness snuggles in, and this is it.

"And, Schuge, you're... more embarrassed over here..."

"I knew you'd get off, man. I'll take it."

"Are you going to chew me up!?

"A little force may be wrong, but if you don't die, you'll be fine."

"Something is so unreasonable!?

"I knew I would be in front of you..."

I didn't seem to care that much when I was riding with Bernard Ong during the day.

Because I'm half young? Damn right.

Over the woods, the shoegazer runs without sound.

"You don't make any noise at all..."

"It's not the Holy Beast. The Sky Tiger was scared because of it. It was extinct thousands of years ago."

"Why?"

"Hunted for fear by humans, fought and sold to dragons, and was hit by a great outbreak of demons. He was originally a hard-to-increase species, and he's not as intelligent as he is. It was a straight line when it started to decrease."

Ma, I can't help it, Shoegazer just whines. I was bulging.

"Hey, that's the city.... I don't know what it's like to be lost when you can walk in the sky, but you know you've been to a hell of a place, right?

"Yeah......"

Far from the city and the hot springs.

And all over the city, black wings just appeared and were about to be feathered.

"Well... during the day"

"Oh, hey, wait, Lyla, I'm here!

"Do you hear what I'm saying from here?"

"Dragons are hell's ears."

A shoegazer that increases speed a little.

Lyla turns her face over here. I waved and appealed.

"Fine, stay back in the human body!

As soon as I said it, Lila's giant disappeared.

"... don't listen to me quite honestly, that dragon"

"Wow... like a legendary dragon rider"

Shoegazer and Cecil are aligned to divulge sharp feelings.

"Oh, haha, well, they like it."

False.

If I honestly said, "I'm the Dragon Rider," they might say, "That's what I'm up to."

Shoegazer descended into the garden of a large mansion behind the town.

"Hey Jizzy. We're back."

When the shoegazer screams, Bernard Ong appears from the mansion.

"I'm home now, Captain"

"I'm back often, Cecil.... and you were among the Celesta of the day."

"Andy Smythson of the Celesta Army, ten men."

For once, do quite a salute.

... my shoulder shook up all the time. It was almost hot and cold, and the night sky was cold.

"Jizzy, let this guy get warm. Don't catch a cold, too, Cecil. I hear it only works on injuries."

"Wow, I know."

To the care of the shoegazer, the old man smiles bitterly.

"Fine. Shoegazer, do you want to come in? There's an oratorio."

"Che. You know what I mean.... I'm going back to the woods. Cecil, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you later, Schuge."

Gently stroke Shoegazer's head and wave Cecil.

My body is cold, but it's a heartwarming sight.

The shoegazer barks gently gao, then shows a leap without a clue what to put on and disappears into the night sky.

"Then come, ten Smythson chiefs. Let's treat ourselves to the leftover soup."

"Ah, Captain, me too"

"Ha ha, you're gonna get fat, Cecil"

"I don't even have time to get fat."

Cecil, who clings to the old man like he dances, looks more like a granddaughter sweet to her grandfather than an apprentice to the Knights Commander. Bernard Ong's attitude is also that of his grandfather, who adores his grandchildren.

"I wish I was at home......"

I'm following you as you soothe.

The hall of the mansion was filled with many tables like a liquor store, and many knights and men who seemed to be bent on relaxing.

"Not now, but here..."

"This is the headquarters of Temple Blades."

Cecil tells me.

… The Blades of the Cathedral (Temple Blades). Official name, Knights of the Patronage of the Church of the Kingdom of Trot.

All of them have been educated as priests of the Kingdom Church, and are considered the highest levels in both magic and force, a mysterious private army.

Mystery is sort of an assessment by Celesta's book. Anything at all. The reporter tried to investigate it in detail, and they kicked me back.

"Hey, Cecil. You don't have to hang out with that idiot."

When I got to the table, there was a young man who showed up quickly with soup.

Dine the soup with a gorgeous hand while soothing the long white hair and the waiter of a fancy restaurant in Wangdu.

"So, what's your relationship with Cecil? I'll beat you up a couple of times, depending on what you're doing."

What a noise to say with a refreshing smile.

"Give me a break. I'm just lost."

"That's right. Teacher Oratorio and the captain are worried too much. How much do you not trust me?"

... Oratorio?

That's true.

"Hahahaha, 'cause Cecil - I am. I hope you know what it's like to be an overprotective teacher. Besides, when I was 15 or 16, my maiden's heart was explosive through flammable materials. I don't care what bad bugs set me on fire."

"I'm not going to be mentored by Dr. Oratorio until then."

"Well, that's inconvenient"

Young man smiling not at all bad wind while lifting long gray hair.

"... ora, trio...?

"Hey, isn't it a good idea to introduce yourself before you ask about a person's identity?

"Uh... this is Andy Smythson, the ten head of the Celesta army"

"You don't have muscles when it comes to infantry. A guard?... the archers would be a little thicker in the neck, so are you an engineer or a heavy (shoji) squad?

A grey-haired young man who points out and makes predictions early as he looks at my physique.

"... I'm a crossbow soldier"

"Hmm, Crossbow. I mean, I killed that Arthur Bonaparte a while back, that crossbow."

Whistle.

"Oratorio. It must have been eight years since Arthur Bonaparte was hit"

Bernard Ong shows up with two soup dishes and looks weird looking at the dishes already lined up in front of me and Cecil.

A gray-haired young man with a good face.

"Nah. That's a slow ear for whatever it takes. Bees a year ago, nothing else happened here, but you can't possibly remember."

"That must have disappeared in the form of King Ruth's movements after all."

"Behind that, you didn't hear rumors that Celesta's rear guard unit was moving electrically?

"I'm listening, but I didn't think that just the rear guard could stop Bonaparte from marching, no matter how much. If the famous Ace Knight squad moved, you can't even hear its name.... Tsujitsu doesn't fit."

"Yes.... I mean, only the 'that' squad can do that. Arthur Bonaparte has been defected by the same opponent twice."

"I see."

I am convinced that the conversation has progressed on its own.

"What's more, I got a name?

I'll try to get back to it.

The gray-haired young man lifts his hair up again, pulls a chair, snuggles up and sits back, gently pointing at me.

"Guess what. Predictable, mostly, right?

…………

Well, I sure can.

"Holy beast, one of the sky tigers, oratorio...... of, transformed?

When I hear that, Bernard Ong and Cecil round their eyes.

"Ho."

"Wow. Normally, I'd say a priest who got a name or something."

... Oh, do you normally think so?

Well, the Holy Beast's name is supposed to be that kind of thankful.

I've heard of settlements somewhere that call themselves Holy Beasts.

"Correct.... even though Holy Beast is famous for being good at magic, you guessed it well"

"... because it's not weird to be a Holy Beast if you can be a dragon."

"Ha. I see, that is."

Pi, and Oratorio point to the entrance door.

The door glows thinly, the hinge bounces, and slowly falls inward.

There stood Lyla with an arm around her.

"She's a real example."

"... I've come to ask you to give it back"

"Whoa, don't look at me like that. Most of the holy beasts don't leak, and I'm an M. I feel it."

"Ho, that's not good for education."

Lila looks at Oratorio in the eyes of the vigilant Ariari. Well, I don't even know what it feels like.

It's nice to be casual, but it's a little too frigid, you.

"Oratorio, don't break the door easily. You can't even fix it."

"Ha ha, disrespect"

"Daytime naked sister!

Never mind that Cecil called me by a weird name, Lyla drops in with Tsukatsuka and stands right next to me.

I know it's meant to be an escort, but I'm a little uncomfortable.

"No, I mean teacher... I knew you were telling me something at Temple Blaze"

The air hardened slightly on purpose to loosen up.

"Oh, yes... no, I'm talking about a teacher in an educational building."

"Oratorio teaches students who are candidates for priesthood as magic instructors."

Cecil and Bernard Ong teach us both.

You mean there are holy beasts like that.

Shoegazer as a fighter, Serenade as a suppressor, Slash as a stare.

Stoned white soul, oratorio enjoying being a person.

... the Holy Beasts of the Holy Land alone are a lot of things.

After drinking up the soup, I break up with Cecils and head back to the inn.

"Ho. I was worried that those cows would never come back. I thought if you were snooping around in women's water, it would be rude to interrupt, but you can't even see people peeling off women's water."

"You were left alone for that reason... well, I'm glad you didn't make a scene."

It's a little complicated when you're asked if you're happy.

But, well, the result is auray.

"Than that, Lila. Just for a second. With your body."

When I get to my room, I'll try to sweeten Lila quickly.

"You can't catch a cold. Good, let's warm ourselves up."

Lila gently loosens my arms held from behind and twists herself into the shape of a hug from the front.

"Can I take it off?

"I'm a fool. Instead, you can rip your clothes off and push them down to the ground without saying anything in public."

"... Give me a break in public. Either that or I want to have a good time alone."

"Ho, that's a good hobby. Enjoy it carefully as you say..."

Lila's wrapped clothes...... or loosen clothes like they were just curled and tied and dropped on the floor.

The superb nudity that allows everything only to me floats beautifully illuminated by the gentle lights on the lamp.

"Lila."

"... the owner. Hehe, let's have some fun."

I take tits in my hands, and Lyla hugs me with both arms.

Rub and pick ahead. Many times he changes the way he holds it, grips it to make sure of his breasts like the symbol of his motherhood, and claims ownership.

"... whenever, not with a feverish hand."

"I missed your warmth so much."

"I've always been in love with the warmth, haven't I?

"… strive to provide as stable a supply as possible"

"Kukukuku.... colored guys with lots of deductions (again) are tough. I'm proud of that."

"It's itchy with colored men.... Everybody thinks I'm just going to add more female slaves. Only special weirdos like you follow a bad person like me. You guys are so weird. You see?"

"Ho ho. It's a collection of weird women. I don't know what I'm talking about, man, but I think we got all the good women out there, don't we? I'm proud to see that happen. So I think a good woman is something to catch."

"It's just too much for me to have such a woman who likes me. He said he was desperate just to love me back. Strange way to expect it."

"Ho ho.... Then let's have it loved back, with a hot, savage lust."

"You don't have to tell me."

Release your hand from Lyla's chest and push it down to the bed as she hugs her.

He snorts absurdly wanting to slap his natural libido on Lyla, who wraps her legs around her hips and gives her a luscious grin as she snorts off her pants.

... and so, abruptly, the door behind me opens.

"Andy, I heard you're home safe..."

"Ho, Deane"

"... Looks like you're safe, more than necessary"

Mr. Deane sighed. Trying to sneak my pants down to my knees and still get into Lyla, this is certainly what I'm going to look like, more than I need.

"I didn't think it would be a good idea to go home early..."

"I've been walking outside for a long time and my body seems to be cold. Deane, close the door. It'll keep you warm."

... Lyla doesn't give a shit about multiple female orgies at all and she's reliable.

"... then I have no choice. It's not good to catch a cold."

Cold isn't good, but it's like a word for it.

When Mr. Deane closes the door, he sneaks off the thick clothes with the cold-proof specifications he had wrapped around him and covers them further over me covering them with Lyla.

Lyla downstairs, Mr. Deane upstairs.

"Exactly the finest women's cloth"

"You can't just lie down and sleep. You can sleep on your back later."

"Ho. You can't sleep with your legs out, Lord."

"Feet?"

"Put this foot in the women's cloth properly."

Lyla loves my "middle foot", which has not yet been inserted, with its sweet hands.

"Roger..."

I accidentally spill a laugh and follow Lyla's guide into it.

I wonder how long Lyla's hot vagina has been expecting me to break in, moisturized a bit.

Ugh, and my voice leaks.

"Welcome back, Lord. It's a place to relax."

"Lyla!... Wow, it's better in me, that, early"

"I know, I know. Which is fine first or later. I have a meat futon to warm the Lord's house tonight."

"... right. … relax fully in me later… pour me in as you please"

"Yes, sir"

The body becomes obsessed with Lila's womb as she burns her love to Mr. Deane, who whispers with a hug on my back, as if she were a little illuminated and hurried to lose if I may say so.

Lyla tangles her legs on my hips from below, Mr. Deane sticks to his back perfectly, and honestly it's hard to move... but still the passion between the two comes through and warms up from the bottom of her heart.

And he spends dozens of minutes moving in Lyra, crossing tongue-intertwined kisses over and over, sometimes crawling his hands in Mr. Deane's ass behind him, while pursuing pleasure.

And.

"Lilah... it's time to get out... maybe...!

"Any time is good... the genie has the right to swim in my womb at any time..."

"Eww......!!

In the depths of Lyla's vagina, which says something as healthy as being floated by heat, I spit and apply the semen that hovers.

My consciousness turns white. My whole body trembles with pleasure.

... Somewhat, it was such a peak that I finally realized I was breathing rough.

"... Come on, you're gonna stick that 'foot' in me next. You just have to breathe. I'll take you to the next summit."

"La, Lyla...... isn't it heavy?

"Ho. Don't insult the dragon. No, trust the woman in charge of the futon."

I lay on my back alternately and lay down depressed, sloppily kept warm as I leaked semen into my two vaginas.

The next day.

Still a drifting city of Lycra in the morning.

I enjoy plenty of sex. I head to the hot springs to wash away the aftermath, to take a morning bath.

... I've seen it in the daytime if I can, if I really don't have the means to peek.

Or even blurry thinking about it, walking down the road near the woods.

Dogan, and all of a sudden there was a loud noise, and I woke up vicious.

"Heh, ahhh...!!

From a giant tree nearby, I hear a woman's stuffy voice.

Someone... got slapped by a tree?

Afraid, I'll go check on that tree.

About two meters high, the woman was there.

His chest was pierced by a spear, and he was stopped by a tree.

At a glance, this was a landscape that I could intuit as helpless.

And I check that face with a paralyzed head.

... it is.

"Cesi...... l......?

"... Ha ha...!

Cecilia March, the girl who was so cute and sweet to Bernard Ong and Shoegazer yesterday, threw up blood with her Xia eyes.

It was an incredible sight.

Feeling unreal and still something boiling at the bottom of my belly, I look behind me like I've been bounced.

…………

There stood a man with long gray hair, with no particular expression.

(cont 'd)