Half-elves Fall in Love

Mr. Knoll's dance was crossed even on a narrow tavern stage.

Sometimes you jump on empty tables, stair railings, etc. to show the motion of the phantom freedom, and the movement of the luscious curves and the occasionally hazy sharp cutting turns do not bore the eyes of what you see.

As the tune is tuned, the girl-like stiff steps, the mature, sticky hips are used separately, and light stiffness rotation and stretching reflexes that translate the costume to the fullest are also rolled out.

I won't forget the service of trying to get on my knees by turning my hand around the customer's neck or sipping off the offered ceramic cup of liquor cheaply. The expression gives a squeaky smile, and the fragrance of swinging flowers easily intoxicates the men.

It was the action of the goddess of beauty, completely unchanged in such a small setting in such a distant land.

"I'm strained -. Long time no see, Sister Hilda. I guess it's been about two years."

"I don't know. I don't think we've seen each other... but Knoll didn't come to the clinic."

"Ma'am. Besides, I'm not much of a homemaker, am I?"

Mr. Knoll smiles brilliantly as he receives a ceramic cup from Mr. Hilda.

Mr. Deane smiles bitterly as he wipes that sweat with a handkerchief that floats.

"Make it home...... It's not a cat."

"It would help if you thought I was a little bit of a runaway cat, brother, if I went up there, I'd try to hold him down on Tulk with my hand."

Mr Knoll said as he pointed his mouth, drinking the contents of the cup as it were.

"Oh, yum. This whole orgy killer thing is a little fruity."

And with both hands down the glass, he turns to me and the Secret Service Hundred for the first time.

"So it's been a month...... almost two months or so? Mr. Kung and Mr. Becker."

"Guys, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Surely it would take a month or so to get here on foot or in a carriage from Talc."

We fly in a day or two because we fly on the wings of Lyla's, but it should take a lot of time because the station carriage also bypasses the desert.

"Hehe. My father gave me a ride to the Oficlade."

"Ah, hiya. Ashton's husband, we seldom spin Feilong flights."

Special Agent Becker, a hundred men with a little face.

Feilong flights are busily flying around the country as a means of high-speed communication for the military. Even military members of the intelligence brigade are said not to be so free to ride, as urgent letters and the priority is to move dignitaries in the ministerial and general ranks.

Yet it is a clear abuse of authority that Mr. Knoll was able to ride.

... Well, it doesn't even seem like the Secret Service chief would be willing to blame you for that.

"But why are you so far north? My sister is from the southern part of the desert, and at best the Greater Armonica Basin will be the territory."

"Mm-hmm, sometimes. I was also interested to hear that Deane and the others were stationed here."

Mr. Knoll tilting the glass with clarity.

but one of the dark elf musicians who was cleaning up the instrument is looking at Niyanya and this way. He said something.

Special Agent Becker sees it and recommends a knob dish.

An implicit signal that you should come into the conversation.

"Hehe. When I was a young lady from the beginning, it was a straight line for Basson. I went out of my way to check with His Excellency the Minister's place of residence."

"Jose!!

Mr. Knoll throws a spoon.

Called Jose, the dark elf takes it with his finger, laughing at Niyaniya, turns around and puts it on the table, then walks away with a loose foothold.

... plainly, showing off unusual reflex nerves.

"Jose... is that" Red Sand Jose "?"

"You know what, Agent Becker, a hundred men?"

"It's ace night, which was active for a time in the second place in the South. He was discharged before I joined the army."

The second in the south... was that the elite that was alongside the third step soldier of the Western Legion?

Although it was privatized and dismantled by General Lucas.

… and Mr. Deane will supplement us with a flattery.

"He's one of Onyx's business members. At the request of my brother and father, I have always been a good escort for our brothers."

"Does that mean turning into a musician and escorting Mr. Knoll?"

Mr. Knoll, who was dropping off Mr. Jose's back with a little dissatisfaction, sighed abusively.

"It's not as bad as... Originally, he was the name of a string. I wonder if you're the guide my father put on instead of lending me Feilong flights."

"Is" Jose the Red Sand "your target?... I meant to be in a pretty deep relationship with my husband, but you still seem to have a lot of bills, that dude"

Special Agent Becker Hundred seems to have just a little fun and raises the cup.

He seemed to have quite a fine track record from the mouthfeel.

"Back to the story, why did you tell Basson? We did talk a little during the Spirit Festival, but we're not the kind of troops who sit so low..."

Mr Deane asks the question again.

Mr. Knoll mumbles a little.

"... so that's why"

"You can't help knowing when you'll see me next. I thought this would be the best place to hit. Sister Hilda had something to do with it..."

"Oh. Me too... That's like saying something. I wonder if you've missed Deane."

"Ugh..."

Mr. Knoll glances at me.

Apparently, that gaze motion revealed everything, and Special Agent Becker, a hundred men, shrugs his shoulders and leaves the table.

If you look at it, Mr. Deane was also, oh boy, spreading his hand.

"... you know?

"Hey, what is it? I told you not to flirt with anyone else."

"Oh, oh."

... this guy is surprisingly disciplined.

"I mean, a new female slave......?

"No, Maia."

Although it is good until I have read the air, is it still difficult for Maia to distinguish it? I mean, other than Maia, I'm likely to get it wrong.

"This man is Mr. Deane's sister, so sister-in-law.... so you just like to flirt with me for a little while"

"Hey, hey. It's some subtly unconvincing explanation?

"Didn't I?"

Mr. Knoll shuts up and holds his head in one hand with the liquor.

"... it's not a mistake, but I feel like I have something to say."

"Sorry.... I'll see you next time for the proper explanation"

I was worried too, but my relationship with Mr. Knoll is a little difficult to describe accurately.

I'm sure I'm not a lover or a female slave, but I don't doubt it's an eclectic relationship.

"... mistress?

He said Maia was bothering me with him, and I suggest a close expression.

"Could be close."

When I react that way, Mr. Hilda and Mr. Deane look at each other.

"I wonder. So a female slave is not unlimited to a mistress?

"My sister-in-law and mistress are amazing words."

"Huh. My brother-in-law, but a female slave and your husband, me and you, Andy."

"Later, Hilda, my sister will be a wife."

"My win."

What is it, Mr. Hilda?

"Well, I don't care.... but I danced because of something and it stopped being moody"

Mr. Knoll vacates the glass with a swell surface and orders the next liquor.

So, it was quick to recover for no longer moody.

"Heh heh. Oh, my God. I want to do something about it as soon as I can. You're still a super popular dancer. Celesta Ju is the superstar of the night."

"Well, I get it."

Surprisingly, the liquor goes around quickly. Even though Mr. Hilda and Mr. Deane are not very drunk.

"Mr. Deane, I thought you were all sober..."

"Nor are you anything weak, either. From what I've seen, you're feeling a little drunk."

"Well, I don't know what makes you want to build momentum."

Mr. Knoll returns a kicking glance at his sisters' support.

"Deanne and the others are like that, that's why they're so nasty!

"What are you talking about, sister..."

"Deane. Drunks are invincible."

"Well, I know that."

"Wah-wah-hah! Hurry up! To your brother! So I want to tell you what a family sequence is! Both Deane and Sister Hilda are a little naughty! Whatever Deane is going to do to our kid, I need to be a little sure that I and Sister Hilda are up there..."

More and more force came into the excuse.

Atmosphere that's about to be pulled into bed.

"As I said earlier, I'm Andy, your female slave."

"I'm not! Sister, what a loser!

Mr. Knoll hitting the table with his bang and fist.

I put my face close to Maia's ear.

"Well, I'll get a room... so we can keep Agent Becker from snooping around."

"Yeah."

Maia marked Special Agent Becker a hundred men with her gaze just because she understood. He is talking to Mr. Jose at the counter.

And I'll talk to your father and get the room. On the face of it, Mr. Knoll is going to crumble, so... the point is.

"Shall we take it and stand, Mr. Knoll?"

"Okay. Well said, brother!

To face Mr. Knoll's challenge.

Maybe Mr. Knoll has a proper desire to get laid with me, and he doesn't want to abandon his will.

This guy is running away against etsy, but he's not one to lose his whole life to it either. Not for female slaves.

Most importantly, maybe if you get caught, you're the one who's bored and crushed.

He's in a lot of special positions, but I don't feel like turning her down.

So I'm not going to wait for you to hit me completely on the booze momentum.

I'll take the lead.

"Heh heh. Let's go, Knoll."

"Deane's coming too! Dark Elf, don't make me say something! We're all going to kill you, brother!

"Yes, yes... a little too much alcohol."

Push Mr. Knoll into the room upstairs in the inn for three.

And I'll take my clothes off as soon as possible.

I am not willing to welcome the morning in a huddle. If you want to do it, do it. It's a serious battle.

"Oh... you didn't get away very well, brother"

Sticking out for a moment to this force, Mr. Knoll scratches his hair and fries it, putting up a bit of a vanity.

"If you imagine getting laid with Mr. Knoll, then no more."

Be honest. Some parts of me are a little drunk, too.

But I'm not willing to embarrass a woman.

I won't wait when it comes to doing it.

Do it. Me.

"Sister.... In order to challenge Andy, you should be ready to drown tonight in Zamen."

"That's right. There's only three of us."

"... uh"

Looking around at Mr. Deane and Mr. Hilda, who start taking off their clothes at once, Mr. Knoll mumbles with his eyes back to the sane side, feeling a little dominated by alcohol.

"... only three"

"Andy's a guy who doesn't have to be that uptight to get laid with an average of ten people a day"

"As a result of all the messing around, the amount of salmon is more than just a crowd."

"... Huh?

Last time I fought in Talk, Mr. Knoll was one of the six.

Half of it this time. And Mr. Knoll's two sides are not going to be the main ones.

"Mr. Knoll. … so it's a rematch"

Shit, I approached Mr. Knoll, and Mr. Hilda and Mr. Deane held Mr. Knoll together and took off their clothes.

"Oh, what, hey... wait, Deane, Sister Hilda, why are you on my brother's side!?

"I've always been on Andy's side."

"I'm on your side too, Andy... but that's boring, and as your sister, I'm going to do enough to teach Knoll a bit of skill. In the field. Today's wipes tightening class. "

"Oh hey Sister Hilda!?

Mr. Deane holds Mr. Knoll down and Mr. Hilda caresses Mr. Knoll's body.

The booze only gave me momentum, but it seemed like I was going to "make" Mr. Knoll, who wasn't as ready for his body as I thought.

"Huh, hey, sister... stop... I can't believe you even use magic..."

"Andy, you're going to use me as a sack of simmers for plenty of time, so I need to be well prepared. I'm going full open. Special Phantom Caress "

"Hiahhh!? Oh, ahhh!?

Raise your voice to a somewhat worrying level and Mr. Knoll makes you jump on your body.

"What are you doing..."

"It's a kind of sensory phantom that directly stimulates the pleasure center in your lower back. I kicked one out of hand because some kids get a sensory mess when they drink "

A ghost.

Mr. Knoll is quickly blowing the tide and cramping his hips.

Before Mr. Knoll like that.

"Mr. Deane.... No, Deane. It's a prep movement in you."

"Hehe, I say terrible things.... I want you to say screw you first. Something that's going to get thrown out before the Prep Movement."

With a sneer at my tyrannical words, Mr. Deane offers me his hips.

Mr. Deane holds down his hands and feet, Mr. Hilda tangles from side to hip, and Mr. Knoll blows the tide intermittently.

The skin of the three busty elf sisters intertwines. Screw around the penis, which is at its extreme of excitement, to Mr. Deane, who acts as its outermost wrapping.

"Nku, hu, ah..."

"Then let me screw you down.... pour in plenty."

"... yeah... ♪"

Whispering in his ear, he begins to shake his hips with cancer so as to also impart a shock to Mr. Hilda's head below and Mr. Knoll's hips.

"Yikes... Hey, Golden Ball, I hit my forehead..."

"but ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

Ignore the groaning old man downstairs and offend his last sister with all his might.

Enjoy holding your brown skin fully, gripping your breasts, and tight vaginas in the wild.

"Ha... Ha, ha... eh"

"is fierce... uterus, full, burst..."

"It's my bag..."

"Ugh... Andy's, reserved bag... use it as you like and feel better..."

"Oh... Deane, make me feel better with my samen...!

At first, a "call-down" of momentum-like intentions to conquer three people whose positions are above themselves, who are a little headless.

But that only turns into irresponsible abhorrence, after Mr. Deane's flexible reception, into a distorted unity somewhere.

With his hips and hips greedy as if they were another creature as he hugged them to melt together in his upper body, he wields his love fluids to the lower two.

"Andy... Andy, to me... Mine, inside..."

"Ugh... I'll put it out, I'll let you say gopogopo with semen...!

I thought of it, eagling Mr. Hilda's ass, pressing his index finger against that butthole, and ordering.

"Mr. Hilda, sperm hell, now that's great!!

"Ahhh... Yikes, suddenly, why..."

Mr. Hilda grabs a patchy, golden ball that hits his forehead and cheek, and magic him.

The magic works or not, at a delicate time...... intolerably, ejaculates through Mr. Deane's womb.

"Gu, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh..."

"Oh ho......!!

I felt the baby twisted and swayed.

Bushah, and backflow semen can be smashed over Mr. Hilda.

I get an escape and finally feel my ejaculation firmly. This magical peculiar, long and intense ejaculation feeling like you're pissing.

That conveys Mr. Deane's vaginal hole, Mr. Hilda's head and Mr. Nole's. He pours jabba jabba over this.

"... Andy. Prepare your mind, and then... ejaculate like this..."

Did Mr. Deane also suddenly suffer from boulders, taking a deep breath and lying down with Goron?

Underneath it is Mr. Hilda, who wears semen from his head, and Mr. Knoll, who is relieved to keep his crotch wide open.

I turned my uncaring penis on the next victim.

(cont 'd)