The Civil Officer Can Have Sweet Dreams

On the night after only half a month of marriage, Priscia told me to go to bed and, as usual, it was a creet that went into bed, but it wasn't really very sleepy.

Thanks to sleeping with Priscia, she is completely back in shape, rather in better shape and more impressed than ever before. I can feel less tiredness every day as I work. Thanks to this, the efficiency has increased, and the time to finish the job is so much faster.

No matter how busy I was, no matter how many cases came down that caused me a headache, I just thought that I could sleep with Priscia when I got home, and Creet was feeling so much easier wondering what the modus operandi had been.

Maybe mental problems had increased fatigue more than physical problems. I'm so glad I married Priscia. I never thought the day would come when I would be so happy to be home.

Nothing scared me when I thought I could sleep in Priscia's arms in bed slowly, even for just one hour. Ever since I got married, Creet has always been in a good mood, as Henry also told me. The footsteps back home are light, and when you get home, you'll be able to give it to me. I'm excited for peace and loose my mouth.

It's like I went back to being a kid, I think. No, for a severely raised Creet, I never floated home like this, even as a kid.

When I understood physically and mentally that the day had lasted for half a month and would continue to do so, Creet was already perfectly well.

That's why I wasn't tired today, and I was just going to hold Priscia and sleep without much talk when I was going home, so I was going to talk to you and me slowly today, even drinking. Because they are a couple.

But it was a creet that would honestly follow me when Priscia invited me to bed. Sleeping with Priscia was a really happy time and I didn't feel like saying no if I was invited. Well, if you can't sleep, you can talk in bed. That's what I think. I go up to bed. It seems that Priscia, as usual, thinks her husband will be asleep soon, hugging Creet's head. Priscia's hand gently stroked her head and groaned as if relieved.

"Tiredness is getting better these days, isn't it?"

"Yeah, thanks to you."

It seems that Priscia's hand can sense the anomaly, and I guess just touching it will tell her how tired she is. The voice seemed happy. Creet spoke on her chest, so she felt a little tickled. She shuddered.

Creet exhaled satisfactorily into the soft environment. Priscia's chest is soft with her warm body in her arms and touching her face. Priscia at the Royal Palace had her hair carefully tied up, but when she sleeps like this, she grates her hair. Priscia, with her hair up, looked calmer than her age, but on the other hand, Priscia, with her hair down, looked young and the girl was meshing. Creet likes Priscia better when she's grating her hair.

The hair is longer than Creet thought, stretched out to the edge of her chest, and sometimes touches Creet's face. The light brown hair was soft and smelled good whether the smell of the Brody family bath was familiar. Priscia seems to think that Creet is asleep with the power of her hands, but from Creet, she is not only soothed by her hands, but also by the soft body and fragrance in this arm. It's like heaven, so much so that a realist man thinks.

Priscia's gentle hands continue to stroke Creet's head. When touched by that hand, fatigue disappears in an instant.

I was indulging in this wonderful environment Creet, but it still didn't make me sleepy. I was going to continue to indulge until I was sleepy, but my desire as a man nodded, as I had returned, to the soft feeling of touching my face.

Creet was purely surprised by that. I'm not surprised you had a desire for Priscia. I was surprised to realize that there had never been any such greed before.

Soft every night for nearly half a month - and while I was in bed with a young woman who was quite fond of me, I realized that I had never felt comfortable before, as a man and as a human being, I was in an unusual condition. Even his sexuality disappeared so much that he was forced to do it every day.

Creet understood that now, feeling a definite desire for Priscia. I feel relieved inside. If I had stayed in that state, I would have driven my nerves and my health crazy in the near future.

Creet sincerely thought it was good to meet Priscia, marry her, and be really good. I wanted to thank God the most in my life.

While thinking about that, Creet definitely feels Priscia's softness, and loose heat builds up in her lower body. It's been years since I've held a woman, too. Besides, it's my wife who's in my arms. If it's true, there's nothing wrong with it. If it's a normal marriage.

It's normal in this country to lay your bodies on top of each other before marriage, so they're unusual. It was almost like I was forced into marriage to say that Creet didn't care, but I wonder what Priscia thinks. As far as Priscia goes so far, I didn't think Priscia had any male experience.

Creet's hand makes a disturbing move. A hand that was holding Priscia's hips loose began to stroke her hips and glutes clearly, and the other hand was repositioned from hips to tops, placing it on her to wrap her chest where Creet was burying her face. Not a big breast but never too small, just young and elastic. Come to think of it, Priscia's normal shape, not too skinny or too fleshy, was her preference for Creet.

Slowly rubbing out its chest, which just fits into Creet's hand, Priscia shrugged herself and shouted in a hurry, "Oh, um..." Creet raised her face as she pressed her face against the other chest to indulge in its softness.

I could see Priscia staring at this one when she turned bright red. Creet thinks a little. Speaking of which, Priscia married Creet, I wonder what she thinks about these acts. As Creet chose her only for rest, Priscia should have understood her role and got married too.

The primary reason for their marriage is to use their hands effectively. I got married, but I feel like extending my job, so maybe I'm not willing to live with Creet as a couple. He treats me very devotedly to Creet, but it's for a respected superior officer, and maybe he doesn't have feelings as a man.

When I thought about it that way, Creet found herself in a surprisingly sinking mood. I know you said you were impotent and married, so if you don't like Priscia, I won't force you, but as a man, you shouldn't put your hands on your wife at all, which is sad. Of course, when I think about this overhappy rest that Priscia gives me, I calmly choose to put up with my libido rather than Priscia hating me.

"... you don't like being done to me like this? Then stop. But once we're a couple, it's a little bit of a problem that we won't do it at all if we think about the future."

At least I can't have kids unless I do. As a Brody family, you'd want enough to get your hands off your throat, but the Creet itself doesn't want that much. I'd appreciate it if I gave it to you, but it stinks like my parents are ecstatic, about.

I wonder what Priscia thinks. I don't think that I live in this country and don't know how to make children.

As Creet looked at Priscia, Priscia let her eyes swim like she was upset.

"No... of course, I'm married, so I'm ready to be married... and I think I need children as a nobleman..."

Creet was satisfied with Priscia's answer. Priscia said, a woman with proper common sense. That is also the primary reason why Creet likes her as a human being.

"... I've never had any sign of that before, so I'm surprised... Dear Creet, I don't think that's what you're willing to do... I don't think I'm attracted to being a woman either..."

Priscia whines in a small voice. Creet smiled bitterly.

"I've been too tired to think of anything but sleeping. I think it was bad. Besides, I don't think you're attractive."

Priscia's body trembled victoriously in her arms as Creet rubbed her chest with force in her hand.

"Well, that means there's no problem, okay?

Creet grinned bitterly at herself for not being a surprisingly sweet voice herself, but still her brilliant brain switched to that mood in an instant. Put your hands on Priscia's nightgown quickly and take it off. Being newlywed, the nightgown the Brody family would have prepared on their own was something that would expose their skin in an instant. Apart from the thought of the Brody family, this is the first time its performance has made sense.

Creet narrows her eyes to the white fine skin that appears in front of her. Priscia was a lot younger than herself when it came to her tense skin. Usually Priscia is calm and inclusive, so I don't feel like such a young daughter. But in terms of this behavior, beginners would also be beginners and children. As much as I was always gently spoiled, this time I thought that if I had to be nice to you, it was when Creet was mouthing me on that skin.

"Ah, uh."

Priscia's hand is placed on Creet's shoulder and she is pulled hesitantly to stop the act. If she says here, "I knew I didn't want to," she just doesn't want to be depressed, but still, when Creet looks up, Priscia looks like she's having trouble with her slightly moist eyes.

"What is it?"

When Creet woke up to her eyes like she said something, and glanced at the face, Priscia leaned over with her face blushing.

"…… Um."

"Yeah?"

"The..."

"You can say anything you want"

Creet listens back gently to Priscia, who seems reluctant to say. I want to hit the food in front of me right now in the lower half of my body, but I also want to show some older room there, and I should be gentle enough to make my virgin Priscia care about that, Creet put her head to work.

"…… It's a very childish favor…………………………."

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

"... the... first of all, from kissing..."

A voice spilled from the leaning Priscia that seemed to disappear, and Creet's brilliant head stopped for a moment. Next, a grand sigh was about to emerge, but it endures on the brink. If she exhales now, Priscia will think she's been thrown up by herself. That's not true. Creet wanted to sigh on herself.

Well, I was stunned by my roughness that I hadn't even kissed him.

I'm married and I'm not even kissing. That won't help if Priscia thinks she's unattractive. When it comes to what they've done since they got married, it's enough to hold each other loose when they sleep. Sometimes I'm sweet to Priscia for sleeping, etc., but I've never actually shown Priscia how to behave in love outside of bed.

"…… I'm sorry."

Not knowing what to say besides apologize, Creet said only one word of apology before turning to Priscia. Priscia also closes her eyes with a red face. Slowly the lips touch each other. Don't even surprise me with a sudden mouthful, so I made the first kiss gentle. Touch just a little bit, touch slowly again, then overlap your lips carefully. It was Priscia, who was stiffening her body with tension, but as Creet continued to kiss her loosely while gently stroking its head, she gradually lost her strength from her body and her hand grabbed the nightgown around Creet's waist.

Creet laughs a little and stumbles on Priscia's lips. Licking that lip with her tongue, her strength must have caged in Priscia's hand.

Priscia's lips were soft and sweet. At first, I became obsessed with being gentle and savoring the lips of what a spare creature was.

"……… Now a little deeper."

Whispering, Creet took Priscia's lips again. As declared, now mix a little roughness as well. Take your lips so many times as to nab them, and mix your exhales together. I made him get used to it with the first gentle kiss, and Priscia honestly accepted it, too.

Suck upper lip and chew lower lip sweetly. And he slipped his tongue into his slightly open mouth. Exactly Priscia's body strengthened for a moment, but Creet moved her tongue carefully and slowly. Reveal your mouth as calmly as you can. As I traced the line of teeth and as far as my tongue reached, I turned around my mouth, my body trembled many times in my arms. And lick up Priscia's tongue.

"... ugh."

That just leaked my sweet voice. With his manhood tickled by that voice, Creet moves her tongue only slowly. When Priscia's tongue was attached and tangled to invite her, Priscia also responded to the snack and the creet.

Sounds good, and Creet was satisfied. Of course I'm not going to just end up kissing you. With plenty of time to kiss, Creet's desire grows well, and there's no air to reject Priscia, so you can push it to the end. Creet is busy, and if you don't do it when you can, you may be free until the next opportunity. Creet is the type of person who can't help but make a paragraph in the course of the day.

Creet raised her face once after once more intensely intertwining her tongue with Priscia, who had also begun to get used to a completely deep kiss. I wanted to have more of this kiss that feels better than I thought I would tell you the truth, but I can't just kiss you all night, and I know that the act I'm going to carry on will feel better.

When I glance at Priscia, Priscia has her first kiss - and she's flirting with a thick kiss, with a completely raised face. My wet lips are troubled by my moist eyes, my lit cheeks, and my two saliva. That figure of Priscia, who is usually calm, inspired more of Creet's desire. There's no such thing as "unattractive" in person. There's something about hands, and if you're a decent man, once you get Priscia, you must never let go again.

Creet thanked God again that the fact that Priscia had never been in anyone's hands before was really nothing but luck.

"… your eyes are a little glorious."

I didn't even know that. Priscia's brown eyes peeking in look more like a mixture of gold than pure brown. Sometimes his father and brother Peter were blondes, and Priscia's hair and eyes mixed with thin pigments. Creet also has brown hair and brown eyes, but a much deeper color than Priscia.

When I looked at that eye as interesting and serious, was it embarrassing for Priscia to get out of her sight?

"Priscia, can I continue?

Priscia nodded slowly after shaking her body again as she twisted in her ear as she tried to mouth her side to her neck. Though I was bitterly laughing at my younger daughter that I was ten years old, I never felt bad about Creet. It was a life I had never done to be sweet to people, but for some reason it honestly sweetens me to Priscia. I know that for a sweet daughter, the sloppy sweetness of the creet will never be turned down. Creet laughed that she was a bad adult.