The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

Turn your face up and herme in the running position.

They come close at speeds like jets.

Doh! Doh! Sound velocity acceleration sound as if the air swelled.

Perform acceleration such that the gear is raised by one or two steps.

At the same time, it was producing circular vapours in all directions from the lower body, which had been transformed into liquid.

The swirls of steam flying in all directions are spiral rotations.

It eventually became a plane cloud in the shape of a gear, causing the water to splash rain.

Like rain on gear and steam!

Reminds me of that in Steampunk.

The rain that is falling under the herme is awesome again.

Only some of them are polar, but they look like scowl grades descending into the tropics.

It was only originally a family of water, a family of water gods.

It is a good deed to be worshipped by all.

Herme, who seems like she could have such a religion, but she looks like she's hung up something.

I don't think he reacted to that complexion, but he reacted while the divine beast Rolodine glided.

"Puyuyu ~" "No, I leaned!

and had a slow, manoeuvring swirl as everyone on their backs made a scene.

Lolo reaches out his tentacles from his chest.

If you look closely at the tentacles, the meatballs are slightly swollen.

It was either bean-shaped or bun-shaped meatballs.

Prank the herme with its bun-shaped tentacle tip......

No, maybe you're going to hug me.

I'm going to have that tentacle pointed at Hermé, who's going to rush this way.

It would be a welcome for Lolo.

"Ha-ha-ha."

Lolo may be talking 'I missed you'.

Hearing Lolo's voice, Herme stops the water splash like a ring of wisdom instead of braking.

He's been staring at us.

The expression is full of joy.

but shifts to a crying, cutting-edge look along the way.

Herme swirls as she generates a beautiful rainbow hollow out of her liquefied lower body.

Do you dance with Lolo's tentacles as it is?

I thought so, but rarely, I didn't try to touch Lolo's bean-shaped tentacles that approached me.

Hermè dances like she saw the universe as a skating rink.

He kept avoiding Lolo's bean-shaped tentacles in a magnificent standing manner, as he got a water blade, and was flying.

That's the ever-dark water spirits.

It's more than just beautiful and gorgeous Xala manoeuvres.

I have a desperate face...

"We're going down one foot -"

Yes, I talk to everyone, and then I peel Lolo's tentacle on his neck.

He stepped on the black hair growing from Rollo's head and jumped into space.

I activate Nature.

The scaffolding of magical distorted hands (guided demons) was created in the universe and drove through the universe.

- He picked me up. Hurry under the herme.

Herme was crying when I approached her.

Her characteristic long eyelashes hang.

It's an emotional, spiritless look like there's nothing you can do about it.

I don't think it's a tired division, but I'm swelling my eyes red with too many tears at once.

... from the look on her face, I know exactly how that feels.

You made me miss you...... and.

I mean, I missed you so much too!

There's a watermelon in my sight... tears build up.

Nature and tears were falling.

"-Herme, I'm home!

'Come here (chest),' he shouted. 'And spread your hands with will.

Helme, who saw my actions, gave me a tearful but joyful look.

And

"- Yes!"

And he sounded the sound of the speed of sound, and he jumped on my chest.

- If you're a donkey, normal person, you get a blowing shock.

but i don't mind...... hugging hermes.

She was letting loose a body that was stiff.

When I strengthen my embrace, I can see her shoulder strength falling out.

She sends water splashes out of parts of her body to match my slow heartbeat.

Herme whispered "Your Excellency" and "Your Excellency" in a row.

I'm going to push my face so hard, so hard, that it's on my chest or this...

Every time that pushing behavior, I could see her zeroing tears.

...... herme.

The warmth of hermes stains my chest, my heart.

You are the spirit of darkness and water...

You're a special spirit with a warm heart of love......

Though I feel such a loving thought...

I'm me.

So holding her body gently......

Aware of herme boobs.

I stroke my fingers toward the tip of the plump marshmallow.

I don't forget to check grain buds like buttons with my fingers.

To the claw bouncing and new finger moves...... paint a fine circle behind your fingers as you mix magic waves.

One Must-Have Milk/Twin Hills Avalanche has evolved into a special hundred and sixty hands!

With the palms of both hands, enjoy the feel of Guatemala, Mori and Glamorous.

Not just Mr. Twin Hills in Hermé...

Because she herself is a beautiful shade that reminds me of Lake Atitlan.

"My lord. Ah..."

Those are huge boobs, no matter what... and the crease is thin.

It's bad for Xala, but she was burying her face in herme's boobs.

And I stared over my tits at the delightful helmet face.

"... has magic been transmitted straight from your fingers?

"- Ha-ha-ha, my lord."

Herme flies a light shade of water splash from all over her body.

"I wonder if the knowledge (essential milk/double hill avalanche) of this industry boob research group is surprising?

Herme is bored and delighted.

She glows with a beautiful contrasting leaf of pale and pale.

As it was, the pale and colored leaves swept away, and the wavy was repeated with blurring and trembling leaves.

Me and Herme spinning in space hugging each other...

The water splash is scattering around, and it may look like we're wrapping our water dresses around.

"-Shuya, Master Shuya!

It's a jealous Xala. My pale eyes felt a deep passion.

It's not a spare conversation and attitude as it is now.

He's got a toothpick and a stronger hand holding a witch spear.

When the filament group also changed to suspicious shapes, a blood-tone tattoo appeared from the blade tip.

Then, for some reason......

Xala doing a physical sitting.

Yankee, if you're sitting down, I know how you feel.

In the position of the universe...... why sports seating.

But I don't care about that.

Of course the garter belt that is out of the slightly shorter skirt cloth of the monastic garment......

Hey, no, I need a delta zone...

And I didn't know you were going to make just knee tits......

She has a strangulated incisor, but she is horny.

What's more, it was cute and glossy.

Excited but not on his face, moving his mouth.

"... don't be in such a hurry, Xara. Let me introduce you. She is the ever-dark water spirited herme. It's the spirits I serve immediately. I usually live in my left eye. This time, I had him stay as a must-have for Kish Village defense."

"Oh, yeah."

"Be careful because you like your ass"

Hearing the Spirit as a servant, Xala moves her fine eyebrows tingly.

He instantly stopped sitting in the gym and stretched his spine.

The luscious atmosphere hasn't changed much, but I felt her mind that kept jealousy gently in my mind.

And if you deform the shape of the black mask slightly, you take a courteous attitude.

The edge of the magic coat swaying the surface of the monastic garment was shaken by the wind.

"... ok. Dear Hermé, my name is Xala. This time, the desert whale will join the last seat under Master Taru Shuya. And you can handle the Princess Devil armed with treasure gear, including the Witch Spear Damoanung - one of the Four Heavenly Witches."

Xara spins the Witch Spear (Damoanung) vertically so that she is confident in handling the spear.

He kept the witch spear soft on the outside of his thigh so as to follow his long leg.

When Xara finishes introducing herself, she carefully bows her head to Hermé.

With her courtesy continuing to bow her head, Herme nods to Eagle Deep.

smiling hermes remnantly away from my chest, then

"Damoa Numbringer? Mysterious, though. A witch, my lord, is no way to subordinate a high-ancient dragon like a sajihari..."

"No, because it's not. As you can see, Xara could be a human race, a race close to me, or a race called witches."

Xara, who was listening to my predicted words, stares at me with Gabba's head up.

"- Exactly. A clan that leads to Damoanun, a samurai, not a normal man. It has to do with the glory of Lord Lurodis, the militant blood of Master Mefara, and the roots of Culha!

As a witch, I feel proud of Damoanung's name.

It seems to have something to do with Damoa Numbringer, the haulier of light and darkness.

"That's what Damoanun means, you believe in the gods of the divine and demonic worlds at the same time. It suits you, sir."

"... glad. My origins are in the Gordix Grand Desert. A party of the Black Witch Church lurking at the foot of the Damoanun Mountains was born in the Mansion and grew up under seventeen high hands. The Mefala temple and ancient ruins of Mugo, home to the Black Witch Order's main mountain, are nearby."

Xara puts her hands on the chest of her swollen monastic clothes.

He had a look on his face like he was moved by the Spirit's words.

What are its seventeen masters, the presence of Xala's master, brother and sister disciples?

If so, I guess it was every day of archery.

Including her spear martial arts and her work, it is also convincing to give a deep look at history from the quality of her movements.

After seeing the great desert of Xala and its attitude, Hermé laid his hand on his forehead,

"... the Great Desert of the North. Beyond the mountains… far away"

Look at the mountain area around you like you look above.

I don't think you can see Mount Mahaheim......

This is a cliff and a sea of trees in the mountain range from Mount Bardok.

Overlooking, you might be able to see a canyon all over it like a giant hit his fist.

"Speaking of which, I remember hearing the name of the Black Witch Order in Pernette"

"It would be near a religious town with a temple of justice. There's all sorts of religious groups out there."

"... Yes, I remember when I had a thousand years to explore..."

Herme meditates on one eye (...).

They've done something (...) in the past.

Ma, I didn't ask you that, I turned my gaze to Xala,

"... so Xala was sealed in an object that I didn't know was Schmihazer's shoulder item. And what's the reason? I'd appreciate it if you could explain the situation lightly then."

"We are at war between numerous forces."

"Oh, shit. I don't know which battle that war refers to."

Xala pokes the universe with one knee, as she says, 'I'm sorry'.

Magic particles were releasing a little from the thick bottom combat shoes.

"A war is a dispute between each oasis city, including [Zexia, the steel sand city], [Eden, the demonic fog city], [Ehim, the curse cabinet], and [Theresaville, the grazing city]. And in addition to the arrival of the Desert Worm, there were rivalries against each other, including denominations that believed in the divine Armev, the Beast nobility of Geraden, the King of the Wall who had crossed from the High Grand Forest, the Bloodbone Fairy, the remnants of the Hazan Empire led by the Black Scorpion soldiers, the Rolegunt family of the Twelve Vampires, the Oak Empire, the Muru who served the monsters, and other mercenary regiments of rubble, the Misty Mage, the Wreck King of the Demon Empire dealing with treasures. The Black Witch Order's main mountain in the temple of Mefala is worn out and its companions are wrecked… At the end of the day, it was raided by countless men led by a different family of vampires, the Valmasque family Hoffman…"

"Schmihazer."

"Yes, Schmihazer's handling of the Evil Spirit Spear was cleverly dealt with, but in addition to the flying tools of the Demon Marquis Adumbrali, it was impossible to deal with the countless dark strike bows and arrows unleashed by Hoffman's different men..."

"In addition to such a series of feuds among the forces, there's no luck with a sudden attack from a vampire."

"... Yes, the only witches on the spot were exhausted me and Afra Beazma. She should be on the run while I'm dealing with the witch spear..."

Then Xara has a grudge against Hoffman?

At first glance, there was no such atmosphere, and that was the result of the dispute in the first place?

Well, because she's a samurai, too.

Maybe I honestly see losing as losing.

"... ho, I feel history. Ma, things seem different from what they are in the Great Desert today. From what I've heard from Tuan and Nola, the Armev Patriarchate is ruling the Great Desert, and the people who live in the Great Desert worship the Divine Man Armev, and the trade routes of each Oasis city are the lifeline, the bandits are annoying, the bloodbone fairies do, the religious state and the war is intense."

"... I have no idea what's going on at the moment"

Xala said seriously, the dark whale came to her side.

"I'm just like Xara, I don't know. And don't let that god beast near you..."

Yes, the Dark Whale shrugged, too.

My butt is swollen.

Herme looks at the small flame on the forehead of the dark whale and shifts her gaze to her ass.

Stared at Dark Whale's bloated ass and smiled suspiciously...... ignore.

I was bowing my head. I was a little concerned about the horn of Xala (...).

That little... no way the corner shape...

but I dared, I looked closely at my knees.

Big tits are crushed to the knees.

Herme reacts quickly to me like that.

"... Gohon! My lord, her magic manipulation is wonderful. Looks like the family is still in place...... I recommend it. And the butt shape is inside too!

Quickly, did you get a butt check?

"... great, totally agree"

"Heh heh, but all of a sudden you're surprised to see a witch with your men."

Praising Xala for her conversation with Hermé, that Xala has stared upwards.

Your cheeks are dyed red and you should stare at my lips...

Transfer pale gaze to chest for more groin......

Should I pose like a herme?

But the black queen's pale nasty gaze may be a little scary.

"... Oh, I succeeded in helping Kish's children. There's a lot going on back there."

"I see, the fact that Your Excellency took the time means that the people on top of Lolo, including this Xala, are also important."

"... it's important, it's about Kish's promise."

"Heh heh, you're not being honest, my lord! but I see your Excellency."

Behind Hermé's words came the meaning of 'I know it'.

Hmm?

From behind that herme... there's smoke...

There is soil smoke rising from those who have the villages of the Quiches.

"... Hey, it's a herme. Is the village of Kish, the village of Sideil, possibly attacked from oak?

"Oh! I was. A massive army just now!

"Hey, say that quickly!

Either way, I poke my herme forehead with my finger.

"Ah - excuse me. Your lonely thoughts explode bonkers at the smell of your royal magic and sacred blood... especially your butt (...) is hot..."

Your heart will be so hot there!

And I can't put in a magnificent second scratch with my arms stretched out in a bish.