Half-elves Fall in Love

I fold the new order table that Selene made for me, and I miss it.

"I'd really like to serve you, too."

Selene says unfortunately.

My stomach is starting to stand out to the extent that I don't have to tell you I'm pregnant, and I'm still emotional that this selenium got me properly pregnant with my sperm.

"It's like Selene's been serving me all my life right now."

I think pregnancy is just what you deserve to say.

... I wonder if the old men who are willing to be in the world would be angry if I said what?

"Still, I'm a female slave, so I'd love to have them."

"Like that?

How can there be more "like it" than collaring and living a pregnant woman?

"Look, it's a Celesta scroll or something. Connect the tummy bloated girl to the stone jail naked, and penis milk for the belly child as every day."

"Stop. Because that's fiction. Because normally if you do that, it flows before your belly grows bigger."

Sometimes it's the fetus that flows just by chilling the belly.

More this fucking cold polka.

I can't believe you live in a bare, dungeon and still be okay, especially if it's like a strong maternal orga or dragon.

"First of all, there is no stone cell connected without a sinner."

"That's right. I don't know if it's anywhere... or if there's ever going to be a child in the Baron's house that's going to be pregnant, it's not going to bother you one after the other."

"Ugh."

Selene putting on a very painful place.

Yeah. Honestly, Jeanne would be too much of an emergency evacuation measure to admit, but it's also a really painful place for me to take care of Serene in Dothaxa.

What will you do in the future?

I'm sure there will be a clustered reward when the assignment is done, but when I say if I can get enough to deserve to buy land and build a house...... slightly, no, the prospects are fairly slim.

When it comes to working in the military until it accumulates...... I knew it would take a lot of time because a hundred person long class pension would be Med.

"I wonder if I owe you..."

"Baron, if it's okay in the suburbs, I'm telling you, they'll have the land for the house as soon as they can."

"That's what I owe you... but... hmm"

Distressed.

... I wonder if it's the only way to sweeten it.

And Irina, who seemed to be listening to the story, shows up with a smile on her face.

"Sir Goot is not as incompetent as the civilians think. Even towns like this make good money. It's not as much a burden as a whole house. Besides, they have a lot of territory to the point of being broken as a baron because of their abandoned borders. than let them play."

"That's what I say..."

"What, people gather around you. Do you feel motivated by the hospitality of the residents?"

"... it would be easier if I could say that"

Actually, how effective are they?

I also feel like the only elves who believe in the title of "hero" in the example are likely to come together casually.

"... it's not just about here. We're already talking about providing a garrison for the Crossbow squad. It's all part of the house. It's all part of the process."

"Huh."

... this is generous again.

"Mr. Andy, let's talk, let's take it. I knew you'd better have a home."

"I don't think it's too soon because I haven't finished my assignment yet."

... Uh, but I do feel like I could go along with you when I hear that.

"What, we'll take care of the process if it's frightening?"

"... okay?

"Can't you trust a woman with a collar?"

... Uh, well. Can it also be Irina or Christie's place of residence if they are bad?

Even though the Baron family is huge, there are a lot of troubled people, including the elves.

Can it also be said that the burden on the Baron's family would be lighter if he took it rather than reluctantly ill?

"... ok. If you can, you can move on."

"Hmm. Finally."

Now one of my paths, which was vague, will be shaped.

There was a way to train while continuing to be a soldier in Celesta and become a military blacksmith, and I had eyes to open over there using my own workshop I got in Renfangas.

At least now, I'll only be sure to lay down my hips here in the future.

Of course, I have assignments and training, so even if the house is built, it doesn't calm my back right down.

"When that happens, should we also keep the land of the clinic, etc. requested by Lord Hilda?"

"Wait a minute. Is that all we're talking about?

"That's not all I thought about."

Or, it's not like I wasn't thinking about it. Hey.

Because it is difficult to put it in my mouth, and there are a lot of timing issues.

... No, no matter how much I say it, it's not cool now.

"In the west back room on the first floor. I'll keep Apple and Fennel waiting."

Apparently it was no coincidence or anything that Irina came to me, and the Apples asked me to work on putting up a phonetic phantom junction.

"I kept my boundaries tight. Don't be shy in the daytime."

What, and Irina thumbs up.

"but I'll try my best"

"Please adore Apple until my minute."

On second thought, I feel terrible about recommending that you offend your best friend up to your minute, but it's like clearly stating that "rotten libido is the happiest thing" about these two, so is this okay?

I'll get to that room.

I can see that a place with a phantom is somewhat different if I know it is.

For example, if an audio phantom is applied, the sound does not echo so that it is only inhaled there, etc.

If you're a sharp explorer, you don't have to be able to use magic... I know now that there are so many phantoms used close to you.

"Then excuse me..."

Trying to knock, I think of the possibility that it might not sound in the room because it's just around the Phantom boundary, and then I usually turn the knob around and go in after just a little hesitation.

There is one of the rooms, not so big but also decent beds and tables, enough room for accommodation.

In it, Fennel and Apple greeted me by bowing symmetrically from left to right in matching maid clothes.

"Welcome home, sir."

"Would you like to eat, or would you like to go ahead?"

I guess we met, the two of us, Fennel and Apple, who chant the following complaints without precipitation.

But wait a minute.

"... you know"

"Your husband?

"How have you been?

Rubbing his forehead with his index finger, he calmly utters the emotions that have just come to Moyah.

"You didn't even do that to the Baron, did you?

"No way......"

"Do you think I'd invite a jerk besides Mr. Andy?

Yeah. I know. I know.

You can call me nervous.

But...

"'Cause they say that kind of dialogue beautifully in made-up clothes at noble mansions...... just a little"

It must be like a complex to nobility.

I tried it in the mansions and taverns of the Fennels before this, the reversal of emotions that I would like to try to become a tyrannical nobleman who doesn't even know if he's really there.

If the baron and nobleman are allowed to do that, a little smoking (dull).

"Seboree and I both seemed to enjoy our maid service... so I thought this would be a good idea"

"Was it the back..."

I don't hate maid service per se. To be clear, I love it.

but even for a moment I suspected it was a continuation of reality, and I kinda didn't like it.

"Both of you, take it off"

"Huh..."

"... Yes"

"Oh, Mr. Apple?

Apple shows understanding and begins to take it off with a slight bitter smile about the fennel of how I suddenly faced off the words I said and how you can't help it.

Yeah. I'm a little speechless, but I want to change my mood with made-up play.

I also think this is tyranny.

"Andy, I think I slipped a little... let's take it off, Mr. Fennel"

"Uh...?

"Get naked and sleep there"

I'll just point the bed at the neck tilt.

Fennel taking it off as he told me, even though it's a little facetious.

Apple takes it off suddenly, but Fennel hesitates a little, just before the half elf dynamite body. Did you think your slender proportions would be inferior?

Cuddle that stripping fennel from behind inadvertently, gripping the chest from the top of the clothes, which is good in shape but slightly lacking in volume.

"Ouch... oh, the...?

"One way or another, I'm in the mood to conquer my only female slave. Get naked and kneel."

"... hey, I don't know, I'm scared..."

Fennel a little frightened by my rambling stories.

"I'm just feeling a little wild. It's the usual Mr. Andy."

"... Apple. Don't say things that take away your initial reaction."

I feel a little better.

"... I was wondering if the faculty member's side appeared to show only true female slaves"

"Mr. Andy is a bit naïve and a bit monopolistic, and he's a jerk, not a little bit more, but he's a normal person. He's got a violent attitude, and he's got it with Lila and all that stuff."

"So don't say that kind of nervousness shredding thing. Sometimes I just want to shut up and blame Hard."

Jeanne said something like, "I'm not the real me."

Sometimes this happens when you rot or when you feel down. Sometimes I want to be myself like that.

"... then I'll take it... go ahead, do what you want"

Fennel takes a deep breath and slowly takes off his clothes.

Apple takes it all off for a while and sits on the bed waiting.

I Fennel takes the chest covering cloth and lowers my pants...... at that moment I hug and eagle both milks and sip my ears as I quickly push the take-outs around my stripping butt.

"Oh, yah!?

Rururu, and from root to tip.

Shake your hips with the heck while including the tip and reciprocate your penis with a gap in the groin of the fennel that nearly dropped your knee on your inner crotch.

"... oh, my ears, sock..."

"Mr. Fennel.... you want to be a female slave, don't you?

Apple smiles gently. Smiling, I tease my own groin and exhale colorful breaths when I see a peek hidden from Fennel's crotch.

"Where I feel, everything... to Andy, entrust me..."

"So, but my ears feel too much..."

"That's okay. That's why you asked Irina to tie the line, isn't it?

"But the... this is your service..."

"You're just a bitch hole to be fucked by me."

"Yes, we are, female holes... me and you, all the time, Andy's... your husband's, mess with his penis, toy... eh"

Apple welcomes me as I masturbate to my hard stuff.

Even as the fennel is small and breathtaking, it gets swallowed up by the air I make and Apple stirs up.

"Just give me a hole when you want my dick in, that's fine."

"Yeah... we, for that matter... for that matter, woman..."

"... yes... yes, right... you did..."

Fennel grabs my hand and rests his fluttering hips.

"Mi, ears... sip... because it feels amazing..."

I snort and sip the opposite ear of the fennel.

Naturally, a whispering fennel.

Repeating it several times, Fennel clatters his hips back on his feet because of it.

Honey, on this, a bushy juice erupts from the labia of a fennel that hasn't opened yet.

"Ha, ah, ah... ah, ah..."

And I push that kind of fennel down into bed, yip, shivering manko and spreading it and breaking in all at once.

Start waving your hips in a gutter.

"Ha, ha, ha... Ya, ha..."

Looks, as a chump, sister. Slight fennel.

Make that fennel care with Apple masturbation and pinching, and thus get nuts.

I can't wait to see that sense of conquest.

... and I can't really take up the flavor because this kind of "dye my undyed daughter" kind of fun isn't crisp.

Too many people have become the wings to start such a weird rotation restriction etch. I need to be as happy about that place as I am.

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

"Huh!!

And the fennel that gets flirted with but makes solid claims.

Is this child a contraceptive wizard?

"... yes, you just have to get pregnant... that's how the female slave shows her love for her husband... accumulate her husband's child all over her stomach and wet it with her child up to her thighs... yes, she's just a woman to repeat it every day, we..."

Apple aggravates masturbation fingering and distorts her big tits beautifully with her fingers.

See where I make a good offense to Fennel.

As if that were a magical spell, Fennel gets intoxicated while being offended.

"Yes... a lot, a lot... from now on, as long as your husband is alive, when..."

"Yes... isn't it beautiful... Mr. Fennel?"

"Ha... ahhhh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh again with your husband's penis!!

And slap a ton of samens into the fennel that trembles at the top of it again.

Dyeing his vision white many times, he punches a large amount of semen into the back of his vagina.

...... and while his thighs are restrained in his pants, the fennel creases and weaknesses.

Bikun, looking down at the white nudity of the bikun and trembling elf, I take one collar out of my pocket and wrap it around its neck.

"Ah... Oh, this...?

"Great... now officially you too, Andy's child bag... are joining the meat potty..."

"… Yes………………"

Apple deliberately tries to share the joy in arresting expressions, and fennel that can be dyed by it.

I pull my penis out of the fennel and switch to the busty nudity of a half elf who keeps masturbating next to it.

"Mr. Andy…………"

"I'll offend you in full bloom from the start. Selene tells me to go fuck myself."

"... that girl."

The expression is subtly different, but I think it's meant to be.

I push Apple down, hold both of those legs and start offending hard.

And Fennel leans over to Apple with his knees tangled in his pants and remains in a crippled position... sucking his ears, squirting, squirting.

"Hiaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Gyu, and a tight Apple vagina.

Fennel sips Apple's ears again and again with a sumptuous grin. Each time, Apple is kicked up near the summit, causing his whole body to tremble with front and rear unconsciousness.

"... fennel. Don't mess with me on your own."

"... I'm sorry... I just wanted to tell your husband how it feels to be offended by being sipped in the ear..."

"Ha... ha..."

"I kind of like chicks with dicks, Yikes!

"Ha."

Grrr, much bigger grind, Apple glancing, frizzy breasts shaking big.

Rubbing around that chest, I punched my last blow in the back and ejaculated.

"Hiahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah"

I filled Apple's womb.

I'll get my afternoon job done safely.

It is still in the lower stage, so it is not a prominent assembly, but Sharon's armor is gradually being fabricated.

Parallel to that, Naia's heavy armor also determines the design.

"This is going to be another big armor."

"I don't think I care much about heavy armor because my stature is like a sword saint, though."

"But how about this armor... especially this shoulder, it's a little hard to move."

"Really? It's the shape I've seen so many times in the Three Workshop."

"You're a parade armor. Because ceremonial armor is made to look more practical than practical."

"... or after all?

I was wondering why it was impossible to follow the intense movement softly without the engravings even after sneaking a prototype.

"That lady would be somewhat of a swordsman with excellent speed and up and down movements. You have to be as free and light as you can."

"Oh..."

"If you're going to be a greave-type, you should talk to a shoe store, too. You'd better have it in a boot that fits."

"Grandpa Harry..."

"Especially Grandpa Harry, he's picky on these combat shoes."

"Oh, not for now, Grandpa Harry?

You must be messing with him.

"It's that grandfather Harry. I knew it was an artisan experience."

Seriously.

Immerse yourself in a hot spring just in case after work and strive to recover your strength, eating meat well without drinking in a liquor bar, then return to your room in a complete state.

There was a look at Hilda and Christie waiting in their sketchy long clothes, I guess provided by Mr. Hilda.

What Mr. Hilda wraps around is a light white thin cloth.

Christie wraps up in thin black the other way around.

Of course I'm not wearing anything underneath it. There's no way Mr. Hilda could have done an impeccable imitation of layering in a combat position.

Andy, I've been waiting for you.

"Well, how about..."

"Wow porn"

"That's right, Chris, you don't have that size. You look weird overall."

"Heh, please don't say weird or anything!

Gently rub Christie's tits pointing her mouth.

"Hmmm......"

"Andy, are you first?

"Mr. Hilda would be fine."

Well, on second thought, it's just two shots either way.

You could be crazy in an instant, and Christie might be unhappy, but I didn't have to be on guard.

"Well, let's just... come on, but if you think about it, you can't go crazy."

"... well, it's the last one, so you can wear it as long as you like."

"No, we all put up with it."

Good. I'm so glad Selene stopped me.

In the meantime, insert it into Mr. Hilda who suddenly doesn't seem to have a problem (or is motivated to see it).

Christie looks slightly unfortunately at her lips teasing. That kind of trick is weirdly colorful again.

"Mmm... too bad, Andy, if the teacher meant it, you'd feel so good that you'd pass out..."

"You can't be serious. I'm telling you, it's not just sex being crazy."

"It was - ... Nku, I knew it. Wow, Andy, your penis... I'm always seeping temper to get you pregnant..."

"That's right...... heh"

I don't know, honey, but I can assure you these people are not the only ones who can feel this energetic thing.

I start waving in battle.

After all, it feels pretty good in Mr. Hilda even if he's not serious.

Christie's nudity in sight also reminds me of the pleasure in it.

Let's have fun.

I'm only sure that the flirting with these two feels so good.

... How sweet I was.

"Ah."

"That's right, good thoughts, I followed... "

Hands on your groin while I buck you, Mr. Hilda, and use some magic.

... No way, even in sperm hell?

Sure, that must be one shot, too.

"Yes."

And all of a sudden, I've been seriously twirling my vagina.

The hipster is also in serious mode.

Not while I'm protesting. This is awesome.

"Ugh, oh......!!

I hunch and stiff at the top.

But I'm not answering.

"Ah...?

"I didn't let you out, did I... "

"Hey, what did you do!?

"Huh? The magic of suppressing ejaculation. Mostly for premature ejaculation training."

"So I'm a gangster, Andy."

Wait. No, wait.

"Hey, that's just painful..."

"It seems like a lot of people get laid back because the feeling just before ejaculation lasts. - Good luck."

"No, wait, hey this, untie..."

I can't stop hipping. I want to squirt and devour pleasure.

But I can't.

I shake my back as hard as a dog, but even though Mr. Hilda has taken it and seemed pleasantly itchy over and over again, I'm swung by a "hunch" of pleasure that makes my chest and prostate ache.

"It's time for me too..."

"Christy!"

I push down Christie expecting Mr. Hilda to change her mind and start committing atrocities.

"Oh, no, no."

Christy was a bareback gesture that would resist for a moment, but when he started to get offended, he was totally Ant Hell.

This one just feels good, I shake my hips desperately... but I can't.

Still, by putting all this on Christie, I will continue to do everything in my power to hope that Mr. Hilda solves the magic to end Christie's turn...

"Oh, oh... Hino, no, it's okay..."

Christy never comes along, and Mr. Hilda seems to enjoy it.

And offend Mr. Hilda again to get in a good mood.

"Mr. Hilda, untie this, really, it's painful...... Huh!

"Cancer Ba "

"Ku, uhh......!!

"Heh heh... ok... oh Andy, I think your penis is crying because he wants to get pregnant..."

…………

No memories after that night.

... I knew this guy was dangerous.

(cont 'd)