Half-elves Fall in Love

In the woods shaking on a leaking day are the green of the leaves and the brown of the trunk, and the golden colour shaped by the light.

Full of soft colors.

Irina, showing her nakedness to blend into it, was showing a beauty in harmony with the background just as much as she wanted to put the title "beloved daughter of the woods" on the frame.

"I remember dancing like this."

"Ho. Have you fallen in love"

"For what?"

"... su, honestly don't praise me, I'm going crazy"

While rubbing my little ass nasty, I comb that long hair with my fingers and tremble a little to the joy of having this little but beautiful silver-haired girl in my hand.

I'm sure you were never good at exercising.

Yet the strip dance Irina showed (albeit not so intensely) was also equipped with a demon comparable to the luster Ms. Knoll showed.

"Originally, it was a dance that I could secretly pass on from mother to daughter.... because I was frightened and didn't particularly decide not to have a daughter-in-law. It's a very well-crafted product from my mother."

"Heh..."

"I didn't even learn too seriously, though. I had to get back to practice these days."

"... why"

If you're just going to live a horny life with me at the polka, you don't need this dance.

Even if you leave me alone, sometimes you get a tantrum from me and attack me.

"... sometimes you can tailor it to the frigid, right?

"I don't mind that per se, but I guess I don't really need to make a plain effort"

"It's more natural for the wolf to stick his butt out alongside other women on a narrow bunk. Then it just needed to be done to make it happen."

"... we all get laid in bed, don't you, actually?

"I don't hate it though. This is" Relationships between Men and Women (Sex) "for Sora. Sometimes, I want to be what I've always imagined."

Irina keeps explaining the spirit of this one, even as she messes with my butt and groin as she thinks on the bed of grass and clothes.

I have an excuse, in short.

"So you want to be clearly dominated by me, even on a white form."

"... if you sum it up all up thoughtfully,"

Irina can't wait to be cute with the feeling that she snorts reluctantly at innocent things.

"You little slut"

"Yes, but I did."

"I wanted to be you."

"That's... well, yeah"

Touch your hair and suck your lips and nipples in turn.

I'll take my clothes off, too.

"How does a man answer that?

"You just have to shut up and offend. And if both sides are finished, that's fine. courtship from a formal man and a woman reply back and forth about five times, from the last stage."

"... the courtship from me, you skipped it."

"I'm not good at courting anywhere but here."

He grabs Irina's hips on her legs and grabs her by the hand.

... Yes. That's true.

"Well, that's it for the chatter. It is our consciousness in this ritual that it is impeccable to confirm each other in the original language. From start to finish, silent understanding is all it takes… that's how we interact."

…………

"Except wheezing."

I see.

You can see the elves' caution in a "different way", which defines this custom.

Originally, it is the Elves' view of marriage that is rarely called romantic marriage.

but there is nothing like that when it comes to matchmaking marriages being a betrayal of the will of both parties.

I guess one of those shapes is this.

After many stages, we decide the next step, the next step and the mind.

Until it is done, it is only "as per the model" and I do not use the flesh voice. Do not pinch.

Just follow the procedures that have been decided upon. So I can embarrass myself into riding.

Of course, you can't be uninterested in eclecticism because it's young men and women who make matches like that.

But I can hide myself from the bloodshed by creating pre-construction that is only "that's the order".

It seems open and terribly shy, such spirituality.

... I push and kill laughter low, while being led into the hands of a ruined clan chief who abbreviates such a cautious ritual, and into that pubic vagina.

"Huh... Huh..."

Irina adjusts her position and puts my penis in, making a satisfying snort.

Forest trees shake in the wind.

The leaking day also shakes, stroking Irina's silver hair as if she were playing to make it brilliant.

And dull glowing in the same light is the fitting of the proof of slavery on Irina's neck.

The girl who ruled this forest is happy to wear a small carved collar with my name on it.

That was irresistibly comforting, and I rocked my body so that I could play twice and three times with Irina in the air, claiming myself in the back of that vagina.

"Nku, uuuu..."

Irina won't let go with her legs tangled.

I grabbed that little hip with one hand and fixed it, pulling it out slightly more rampantly, just going around the back.

"Ugh."

Irina's nose is pleasant.

... but.

By our side, a tease and an arrow rolled.

Meet Irina face to face and turn around.

There Angelos was shaking her body in a similar rhythm and embarrassed to begin to take off her clothes in Irina's dance movements as she looked......

... What are you doing, when you ask with your eyes, Angelos turns away a little, unbanding and throwing it into a circle.

"... Irina. Is this an ant that two women are together?

Ask Irina knowingly that she is innocent.

"... I've never heard of wrinkles..."

For the first time there Angelos pinched his mouth. Taking loose steps, taking off your clothes.

"White rituals are respectful... but I'm Andy's female slave... and female slaves are Andy's for everyone else."

"... ugh, um"

Irina hammering.

"So I... won't wait. Andy, don't you like it?

"There's no way you don't like it. … that's the first attempt in history"

"Mmmm..."

A little dissatisfied Irina. But you understand monopolies are out of line, and you acquiesced in Angelos taking off his clothes beside us.

"Good boy. You're the first female slave chief in history."

"... well, it sure is"

I'll stroke you.

Irina reluctantly put her arms around my neck like she blew it off, shaking her hips gently as she said her bumps to urge her to continue.

Angelos just collar naked ponites sitting fluffy next to it.

"Andy... whenever you like, come here too..."

"Wow, let it go first with a scratch. After that, I don't mind stopping by the soft womb as I offend Angelos"

"That's for Andy to decide."

"... but my body is already worried about that, so if they pull it out now, I can't wait!

Collar girls arguing in silent woods.

And while I smile bitterly.

"Don't talk because it's during the ceremony. Orders.... Forgive the wheezing"

"Mm... umm"

"... Copy that"

Irina nodding with a subtle face, smiling and lying on her depression, peeking into us with her cheek wand, Angelos waiting in turn.

Crawl your hands on that ass.

"Nhhh... ♪"

"Ahhh... ahhh...!

Angelos who makes himself twist with joy. Irina clings to me desperate to be pulled out.

While stroking Angelos raw ass still shining in soft light from heaven, I ejaculate economically in the back of that vagina as Irina hoped.

"Phew, ahhh..."

Irina freaks out with a happy face.

Angelos pointing his mouth at the feeling of bumping his legs once and for all, a little too bad.

I pull my penis out before I'm done ejaculating and push it between the anzeroth asses I've been rubbing since just now.

……♪

He was a little pushy, but you felt like I wanted to offend Angelos as soon as possible, and Angelos would gladly move his hips a little to make it easier for me to get in.

Insert your penis from the butt side of the girl with her legs extended.

I mean, it's just a little bit ahead of me to get into my vagina.

Still, thanks to Angelos' small stature, he manages to move his hips.

It feels like half a bare strand, but Angelos took it without complaining.

"Mm... ah... Andy..."

"Don't talk."

"Mmm."

Try to push your lips against Angelos and make him talk.

Angelos will sue me with his eyes, can I lift my hips? and appealed with my hips just a little up.

I snort.

"Mm-hmm."

Angelos has been raising his hips a lot.

I'll insert it again. Bigger than Irina, but much smaller from my stature, this girl's, still slutty, greedy, one-way vagina pierces her penis thoroughly.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh."

A small thrust through the womb listening to Angelos' pleasant gasp.

Irina finally came back from pleasure after that time, even as she drooled my semen out of her groin, sitting perched and having a flashy chemo style etch of me and Angelos - a glimpse.

I pull Irina's hand and make her stand on her knees.

Even though he only slaps his hips toward Angelos, Irina hugs him and kisses him.

"... ha"

Sighing is not a word, as if, oh man, Irina takes a breath.

"Huh......!!

I'm going to give you an enthusiastic kiss as if you were going to avenge me.

I ejaculate inside Angelos, intertwining my tongue with Irina like that.

Send plenty of semen into your womb, away from that ass, and pound Irina's head away.

"... pu ha"

"We're all yip, so thanks to the Spirit are plentiful, right?

"... ugh, um. Well... it is."

"... I'd really like to fuck you again or so."

One at a time is the rule.

I knew I was a little short. We're both horny because of it.

... and they don't have to greed me, so they're the ones who are most lacking.

But there's no way we can break the cross paper. Two.

"And if you go back to the family estate, there's a treat. You won't be able to eat too much by work this afternoon."

"... Andy, when tomorrow's over, I'll deal with as many people as I want."

I'm suggesting a cut from them.

... Can't you help it?

A lunch in a state like an outdoor party awaited at the White Clan Estate.

"As Irina instructed, I waved my arms"

"Please, Master Smythson, the hero of the human race, and Angelina, Aaron's beloved daughter"

…………

Me and Angelos get a little carried away by the strange reception.

"Don't you eat it"

Irina is mouthing a quick treat.

"Please stop eating while standing, Dear Irina"

"I don't remember telling you to take a seat in that format, Ritz."

"You're behaving badly in any seat."

You must be one of the servant elves I saw one day. Irina being told a novel.

A female elf pulling me and Angelos' chair with such a landscape on her ass.

This man was also the one who greeted me when I came to the White Clan House before. I did say Margaret.

"We're out of time. Isn't Irina bothering you?"

"Here, Margaret! Ravages are not children."

"We understand that very well today, so please have a seat, Irina."

A clan chief who is too young for what it is. Looks a little licked by an ancient servant.

Call Naris to the blacksmith in the afternoon for final adjustment.

That said, my particular 3D fit seemed to require little adjustment.

"Wow, that's nice. I haven't had proper armor in years."

Naris goes around equipped with armor and has no trouble checking the range of motion, such as raising or lowering his arms or bending forward.

"... yeah, that's fine. I mean, it's great. At least in terms of comfort."

"If possible, test me for real problems in a mock fight with someone."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"What will you do with your armor spared, what if there's a flaw in the production!

"Bu."

The poor are in trouble because I'm here. I mean, I have the production costs.

"Well, you're done with one anyway."

"Following Mr. Angelos, right? Congratulations, Bo."

Jeanne and Mr. Jackie already seemed in a good mood with the accomplishment of finishing the job anyway.

"I want to make sure it's done, and then I want to brand it complete."

"What, I guess I'm about to come with you. If there's anything wrong, you can fix it every time."

"Huh. I can't help thinking too much. I'm helping a proper blacksmith for once, don't you trust me?

"I'm not..."

"Anyway, one job is done. A toast!"

"Oh, I'm sorry about the cheap drinks, but I'll give you something to keep"

"Mr. Jackie, don't hang out with Nori the Dwarf and serve alcohol from daylight!

"That's okay, just one drink"

"Yeah, just one drink."

Pushed off, I, Jeanne, and Mr. Jackie pour the liquor into Naris and four glasses.

"Well, then, Bo, give me the head."

"Me!?

"This armor is Andy's business."

"Well, if I take my head off on the wearing side, it's something."

... some uncomfortable flow.

"Uh, well... just celebrate the completion of the first glance"

"Kanpai!

A cup that can be raised in a midday blacksmith.

A little surreal.

... but it was delicious.

Night.

"Tonight's opponent is... a little cautious."

While cleaning up the meal at the inn, spread the parchment again to confirm.

...... Lyla and Sharon.

Well, eighty-nine in the middle of nowhere, it would feel like Sharon would stick up to Lila's Nori to lose, or a titty showdown.

Still two contenders for one or two of the female slaves in glamorous degrees. And strength. Best of both.

Are you the Knight Chief and Mr. Lyla tonight?

"Wow."

I'm surprised Tess makes a nudgy face from behind and drops parchment into the soup.

"To, seep seep!

Take out water with a cloth towel once in a while.

... Tomorrow's part has seeped in.

"Oh, excuse me"

"Not! How dare you! It's kindness that doesn't dare get involved even if you know the circumstances!

"You're doing well with that."

"Listen!

I don't like this kid.

"Um, what's up?

Naia calls out wondering when she sees the one-way mix between me and Tetes.

"Smythson, there's a three-day, eighteen-person order table..."

"Shut up, please"

"Oh, haha... well, can I decide not to ask, because I'm not going to get tangled up in the story"

"Look, Tess! Naia's attitude is right!

"In the meantime, I don't think that's what Chief Smythson is going to give me."

That passes if you ask me.

... Let's get out poorly.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, that's why I don't want Tess to touch the area."

"Well, there's no end to your interest, so give it up."

Either as an intelligence agent or as a girl.

... Yeah, it's awkward either way.

Well, the lettering has seeped. As for parchment, contact Selene tomorrow.

For now, I know what I want for tonight.

All right. I have to.

"Are you there...?

I'll try to open my own door.

... Sharon and Lyla were indeed there.

Welcome home, owner.

…………

One thing was unexpected.

Sharon is the one with the long, unmade hair on one piece of clothes like Lyla's regular cloth cut.

It was that Lila was the one wearing the bikini armor on the ponytail.

"What are you doing, Lila..."

"I don't know... but I should try to talk to this guy that way."

Please, cough it up. Trying to say something.

"... no, there's something weird going on."

He was a physique lila who couldn't imitate things.

Sharon, on the other hand, is Norinoli.

"Ho, from which do you commit?

…………

Lila blushes and shakes her head as she puffs her mouth when she says something to a halfway imitation.

Too fresh sight.

(cont 'd)