Half-elves Fall in Love

Mr. Hilda, Mr. Deane, Sharon, Almeida.

When I welcome them into the room, they have a twisted style that feels "no worse than any other." In many ways.

"... if you think you left early, gather your opponents for the night."

Angelos, who was originally in the room, sighs.

"Isn't that nice? Andy needs to be as energetic as that. But even because of the number of people and the mission, the games tend to be prolonged. It's never been overpowered."

Aurora smiles like a troublemaker and gives her more discretion than she needs.

"Yes, but..."

"Yes, no, you're not, Angelos. Only requests for cooperation in armor making are predominant..."

No, I don't think I have to make excuses, but there's a serious name ahead of me for once.

Sure, I can't say I worked sketchy minds along the way, but that's not all I popped up for.

"Oh. Then why don't you put me on the floor tonight...?

I'm sorry to hear that, Sharon.

... Well, if they're so excited about it... so what, somehow, it burns the other way?

"And this is a different matter, isn't it, Andy? There's no contradiction between having an ossigotto and wanting to rub Sharon's tits, and you just have to do it in order. "

"Lord Hilda, what is the word of a knight with only his chest..."

"It's okay, Almeida. If Mr. Smythson likes you, these breasts should be proud now."

"Mmmm..."

Almeida that seems complicated.

"Sooo good. How can you lose your life just neglecting your tits? No one would be happy if they thought it was like a weakness, even though someone would be happy."

"That being said, Knight Sharon has had quite a hard time..."

I thought you said it was a good idea.

"... is"

I want you to skip me and not argue with my tits.

"Needless to say, I love Sharon's tits."

Instead, hold Sharon from behind and grip her tits.

A slight kiss to Sharon, who gives himself up even with a little surprise. And rub and rub.

"I like Almeida's tits just the right size, and I love Deane and Hilda's tits. And I'm as happy as ever to love Angelos and Aurora's whispered tits."

Almeida rubs her temples.

"Do you mind if you are a woman..."

"Let me argue head-on with that view!

I take my hands off Sharon's tits and make fists and theories of strength.

"If it's a beautiful girl's tits, it inevitably means they're all adorable!

"I don't care what you end up with!

"I'm more of a picker!?

Some guys would say that if they had good tits, it would be somewhat unfortunate to have a face or a crazy personality but no problem. But I can't give boobs priority over face and attitude.

Yeah, it's a hell of a story, but I'm such a douchebag. A luxurious man.

"Everything's beautiful Sharon, so even these boobs can't wait. I'm surrounded by kids who can say that without a threshold, so I just look like a bad eater. Tits are life in balance. All my girlfriends and female slaves have attractive tits."

"I get it. Balance matters. Size is one element."

"Mr. Hilda!

Mr. Hilda was only from a composite colony and a double-knife, someone who could have a sexual and uncompromising perspective on the girl's body.

She snorts at my opinion. She's very reliable.

"Apart from the lack of commitment and the fact that you know many forms of goodness after dedication"

"Yes, that's what I wanted to say."

Hold hands with Mr. Hilda.

"Um, that's fine, but the story about armor..."

Sharon reluctantly asks as she grabs her tits with one hand against me.

...... yeah. Sorry, you did.

Well, talking about armor doesn't mean I haven't even gotten my hands on it yet, so I've been explaining it for so long.

"The point is, sometimes you come to the workshop and you're going to make some fine adjustments and make some orders."

To sum up, that's all we're talking about. Well, it must be an important contact because it's inconvenient to be left alone and waiting to be completed.

"I'm taking measurements, and I was going to leave it to you to do the details."

"I thought I'd say. But I'm half as good as a blacksmith. If the lack of experience is not compensated for by the customer's experience, the formula for not finishing anything decent is huge. In case you fail, Sharon might be able to get a replacement if he goes back to Rennest."

Naris and Naia won't either.

And Sharon doesn't have to take the risk of a mistake.

"... ok. As far as possible, we will try to show our faces in the workshop. That said, there's nothing else I can do here, and I can always interrupt the workshop."

"Sometimes it's fine.... you're horny, so if you could always be next door, it wouldn't seem like you'd be slutty and working."

Momomi, my hand moves.

The serious selfish tits on Sharon's elves are excellent for rubbing. If you let something like this hang in your sight, you'll want to hit me with a mundane clap, maybe.

"Andy's concentration is a little weird when he's making things, so I don't think so."

Anzelos says as he sits back on the bed.

"Right. You know, after you're done making it, you can get carried away with it."

Aurora agrees.

But wait a minute, you guys.

"You can't tailor proper armor in a day or two. If you're going to concentrate and make it gah, why don't you spend days making it without shaking your side?"

"I think Andy could do it."

"Instead, I was wondering if I'd be out of night games again for a while once the blacksmith starts, and I'd like you to have plenty tonight."

They both seem to see me as a stoic craftsman who stinks of inches.

Well, sometimes I get carried away with my thoughts when I flash.

"I don't think that's it..."

"Fair enough. Andy, if you trans, you could bu down, and let's all distract you at best. Because it's right for me to be moderately stressed at work and at a pace that will par off with alcohol and etsy when it gets tough."

"A distraction..."

I have trouble getting in the way.

But it's true that falling into obsession and patting is probably the part where you should do something about self-management before you run out of strength.

"That's it."

Pan, and Mr. Hilda rings his finger.

"I also talked about tits because of it.... It's a day to make Andy feel better with her boobs "

Mr. Hilda begins to take off his top quickly. Though only Sharon is wrapped up in slightly horny signs, he's a thoughtful stripper.

"Become... Lord Hilda!

Almeida turns bright red and bites.

But Mr. Hilda threw the sweater on the bed as it looked obvious.

"Wha. Almeida, you're gonna labor for me, aren't you? It's more like 'I'll work for you' than a normal jerk."

"But... Shit"

"... Oh, you wonder if Almeida's tits are not subtle enough?

...... ahh.

Could that kind of psychology have worked behind trying to dash Sharon and taboo the topic of tits?

Almeida has better breasts "as an elf".

but elves have a low breast average for some reason. Even though Dark Elves are more of a big titty.

I can't say that's beautiful there as harmony, but Almeida, alongside Sharon, Hilda and Deane, is not powerful enough. Milk-free micro milk is too much to say, but it is relatively concurrent milk at best.

Anyway, I can snort that I don't want you to pay attention to my chest with this face.

but.

Mr. Hilda, get in your underwear and wave your fingers chitchat.

"Ahhh. That's fear if you see it as a play where you just ejaculate the pussy.... Anze!

"Ha, yes!?

For a while you were prepared to be outside the mosquito nets, Angelos raises a surprise such as being called itself unexpected.

Mr. Hilda invited Camcam, and Angelos with his fingers.

Angelos gets naked in his upper body and nods at my groin sitting in his chair.

To be clear, Angelos' chest is not even big enough to grab it properly, rather than pinch it. Not as flat as Jeanne, but to such an extent.

Even such breasts are not like men. The fuzziness and softness are comfortable, and I personally love touching them, but I dare you, Mr. Hilda, with those boobs, was making me pussy.

"Ugh... I feel miserable about this..."

Angelos greets my penis to his chest as he is told, while he puts his eyebrows in the letter (c), pinching the two fumbles diligently.

Honey, I don't hide half this thickness.

but Mr. Hilda (this one is already topless) coaches fun from the side.

"Drop a bump and stimulate your penis with your chest. Stimulation... No, I feel like 'I'll stroke you' with my chest"

"I can't ejaculate no matter how many shi..."

"Andy, you.... Happiness?

Ignore Angelos, and Mr. Hilda asks me.

"Feel good?" he asked, unfortunately, he had to shake his head.

But Mr. Hilda seemed flirtatious, but chose the words precisely.

I am.

"Very happy."

"Huh...?

Angelos looks strange.

"Okay? A woman says she'll touch a boy's penis with her boobs. It's a different kind of emotion than a mouth or a hand."

……

"To be clear, if you just let it (a)... if you're bad, it's surely faster and faster to use your hands and mouth than to use Omango. Some dry ottoes say boobs are a chunk of fat to be studied. That makes sense, too. But still, let's expose the most feminine part of a woman, her tits, which are the part where the octopus feels the sexuality of a woman violently, and match (ah) with the penis, which is the most honest lust chunk of the octopus, in love (meh) with each other. Sticking together with a sleigh means more than a woman thinks."

"... well, yeah... is it?

"Well, I've never explicitly cultured it in my head, but it's more or less like that"

I think Mr. Hilda is right.

This is a different act of happiness than ejaculation. Of course, I'm greedy that you'll want to ejaculate like this.

What the hell. Sexual desire for conquest is stimulated.

Sex has a purpose other than pleasure: reproduction. If we talk about extremes, it's part of the act that if we open the crotch, even if it's not riding, it can be established.

But this pussy, for lack of it, feels purely the strength of sexuality.

There is an instinctive female to male contact, an emotion in the dark cloud that purports only to do so.

Of course, the dimension as a sexual act can't be better than sex, but the act of accepting penises between tits in this way is surely a nasty and sketchy act.

Pornographic acts that are established by mutual desire, without excuses.

Having that as a girl feels like enough rotten libido, and it does make me happy regardless of the size of my chest.

"... if Andy is happy, fine... ejaculate, can you?

"Ejaculation isn't everything...... it's also a strange story to teach and mouth Mr. Hilda"

"What?"

"'Cause, Mr. Hilda, you were biased towards the technology that makes you ejaculate."

Sure, the first sex was horrible. Forced to taste even intense pleasure and ejaculation?

"I thought Koyu's were ants, too. It's just that I had a few words about my jerk."

A little obstinate, Mr. Hilda.

With a bitter smile, Yuzu and Sharon expose their big tits, only the upper body of their long clothes.

"Next on my tits, rub your carnal desire, fully..."

"... Um, Sharon. It seems difficult to ejaculate just me, so why don't you cooperate?

"Yeah, I'd love to."

Sleeping amicably pinched my penis, the mini size chest I pulled over and the powerful big size chest dancing over my hip.

It takes saliva for both of us, and Nichanicha slips.

The appearance of two women approaching their penises with their breasts rounded out, leaning against each other, certainly satisfies the man's desire to conquer badly.

"Ko, can you ejaculate me if I keep this up...?

"Looking forward to the moment of eruption."

"Yeah, I'm a little excited..."

The two of them make their bodies pound hard for the sole purpose of ejaculating me, not their own pleasure.

That fact satisfies me, too.

Yeah, I'm a casual builder.

I can't wait to love them so much that they satisfy that unsolicited desire in good health.

"... be, be, be... then so am I... no, no..."

"Mr. Almeida. Why don't you join me in making Mr. Andy feel better?

"Princess Aurora.... Well, that's certainly not a blur, but if I could, I'd rather have a child in the right place..."

"Oh, either way, Almeida, you can't get pregnant, can you? She's about to run out, but she's using birth control magic."

"... hmm? What the hell is that?"

"... ah"

"Wait. He said I was the magic that would definitely get me pregnant."

"Oh, haha... I thought you knew all along "

"Lord Hilda!?

"'Cause if that kind of magic were real, I could solve it with an elf diminution or a second kill -...?

On the side, Almeida and Hilda, who have titties out in half, are now arguing over the facts.

That's roughly it. I ejaculate in soft pleasure between two contrasting swordsmen, "Little Half Elves with Tits" and "Big Elves with Tits".

"Gu......!

"Yikes......!!

"Ah, there it is..."

It may have been a long time since I put them out of my vagina, and, in a way, after much emotion, the semen that erupted from ahead of me splashes with more momentum than I expected, polluting the faces and chests of the two of them, and splashing on the sheets and floors around them as well.

"... I always wonder, isn't Andy's ejaculation a bit abnormal?

Until then, the splash splashed all the way to Mr. Deane's face, wiping and licking it with his fingers, not even the wind that cared about it, Mr. Deane shrugged.

"Yes, abnormal...... isn't it?

I only look at other people's ejaculation about horny brothers though.

... If you ask me, did the old me fly such massive and economical distances?

"Ah, if you ejaculated, one after the other. Deane, let's assemble."

"Wait, Lord Hilda, we're not done talking. Does that mean I have Andy Smythson seeding me even though I've never been pregnant?!?

"Isn't that good? When you're done with your assignment, you can have as many kids as you want."

"But!

... Shut up.

"Ah, too. - Okay, everybody get your tits out!

"Wow, tyranny..."

"Oh. Isn't that a lot better than the usual 'Take off your underwear, stick your ass out and line up'?

"Andy, everyone wears your collar, so no problem. No problem."

"Gu... gu, collar... sure"

"Hehe, be nice, Almeida"

"... I don't have a collar. Well, take it off."

(cont 'd)