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Half-elves Fall in Love - Chapter 382

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:11:20 AM


Chapter 382: After the feast

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The full moon night is over safely.

"Six people on a boulder. Will they all fall by morning?"

Mr. Deane, who came to my bedroom to see how things were going, smiles bitterly.

"Six people pounding... well, yeah"

I'm sleepy too, but Luna and all the cats and daughters are sleeping very satisfied and friendly while cloudy and dirty around their groins.

If you deal with him with a pussy five or six times after he gets excited and easy to feel, it fits well.

Double the number to be satisfactory is suspicious, but I could certainly say that this number would be acceptable to me.

"Sometimes it makes me think I'm a demon or something. sexually."

"It's the result of having an unlikely amount of sex every day while recovering in the Spirit Springs. It would be the fruit of a genuine effort."

"Plus, medications and vigorous agents and all that..."

Naturally being able to have more than 30 sex a night is, well, the ability a man needs to have as many as 20 sex slaves... well, he fights himself somewhat for what's actually happening.

"I have a feeling that if I were confined here to the female slaves and I was alone, I would be an unprecedented rapist..."

"Hehe. Well, even if all the female slaves run away, I'll take good care of them. I have confidence in my health."

Mr. Deane tells the eagle fry off.

... She is certainly not a female slave, and can she stand it even if I slap my desires as far as my strength goes?

"Besides, even if you pull a female slave, there's still a way to swallow your desires endlessly with your sister on Breakcore, Blue Dragon or Cat Colony. Don't you have to worry about that?

"... Mr. Hilda is a female slave"

"No, Sister Knoll, it's up there."

"Is that a good match for an inexhaustible bump?

What's the treatment in Mr. Deane's head, Mr. Knoll?

After a while, the female slaves keep creeping through the front door.

"Whoa, Andy, you smell like squid."

"When you say salaried, it's dented"

Beginning with Mr. Hilda, Maia and the Baron Mansion group continue to arrive at Elf Four Daughters and Lyla.

The view of Angelos and Aurora hanging their feathered capes and coats on the hooks of the walls is very soothing, making them feel refreshed when paired with the cold, clean morning air blowing in through the doors.

"Well, let's see if it's from scratch"

"Irina, you're not too disappointed because you're a situated elf."

"Is there a status or nothing in the naked relationship? It's not a hassle because I feel comfortable getting older at all...... Uh-huh!?

"Irina? Will you not take too much care of me in the morning?

"Let go, let go. It was my fault!!

Christie pulls Irina's ear up as an eagle.

Jeanne lowers her own pants as she grins sideways at it.

"Well, I'll say good morning to your baby bag today."

Criminally little Jeanne's ass is exposed to natural in front of her.

"What, you decided to do it here too"

Mr Deane says as he was convinced with his head on.

"That's the way it went"

I had an excuse, and while I thought to myself, I pinch my penis under Jeanne's cub, which until just an hour ago had framed Cute and Azel Lisel's same age cat Manko.

"Then can I come in too"

"Of course you're welcome"

In the dining room where I hosted a porn dinner last night, I start to get all over the sexual stench again.

When the "ritual" came to an end, the cats and daughters woke up with it.

"Oh dear..."

"Hee hee... nee"

"Nyu."

"Azel, Lisel. Don't go to sleep. If we don't get home soon, your grandfather will be worried."

"Cute wakes up, too. Wash your face."

"I'm stuck... from Marone"

Cats and daughters washing their faces with spiritual fountain water candles that Angelos has been drawing.

In the approximate land, snow is melted in a pan to make face-washing water, but I appreciate that there is water in the polka that doesn't freeze in the first place...... but how cold it is it doesn't freeze can also be the other way around.

"So, Mr. Deane just to send Luna this time...?

"No, it's also about sourcing. Goat and four of the gauntlets are working over there. Dragon flights are handy, and it's a good opportunity, so I thought I'd stretch my wings a little."

"Ho. You mean you need to loosen up with Deane"

"I'm a woman who hates cramps enough to buy a squawk as a soldier, right?

Mr. Deane is a little cute telling me to be clear.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to take Jeanne and get some advice on how to fix the environment over there."

"Jeanne... I see. I'm good at chores, and certainly there are a lot of closed environments like that that Dwarves might notice better."

"Hmm."

Jeanne nods well with her hands on her hips. I've never been very involved in the task force's work because of pregnancy and childbirth before, but I seem happy to be able to appeal to myself to help.

"We'd like to go, too. I think I can help."

And Oregano raises his hand here, too.

"It's hard to say it's safe or comfortable... if that's okay. You might want to come over for a little while."

Mr. Deane snorts lightly unexpectedly.

"Is that okay?

"There's no other Blue Dragon protection, and it's basically a place where you don't come into contact with the Renfangas guys. There won't be too many problems."

"I pulled the non-combatant Oreganos into a fort or something, and I was hoping that if anything happened... the woods wouldn't shut up either."

"If I were to say that, it would be worse when I took Irina to Catalina"

That's right.

"Either way, I'll let you pull it off before we have a full exploration. Jeanne will never be able to leave Peter alone."

"Hmm. Let Christie adjust the woods."

"Irina... you're more authoritative than that. I'm a good name."

"Hmm. Isn't it better to talk about what you did? They said they'd make fun of her little girl and her little girl."

"Oliver the Gold would have a closer sense of distance to you in white."

"I don't like that one. I can tell you better than Gusto, but the second word is," When I was younger, "that's the beginning of the old story."

I think clan councils are also softening up, and it still seems that there is still quite a complicated power relationship internally.

Though, if Christie and Irina help each other, most of the impossibilities will also go through.

When I went to Mr. Jackie's because the sun also rose, the tools for Gort were complete.

"Oh, Bo. This is your order."

"It's Rants, not me. I'll give it to you... it's heavy..."

The crate with the tools is at best tilted, rather than lifted, by my power.

"It's for the aug, right? It would be a job if I were to carry it. I'll take you to the inn."

"I wonder if I can take this rant too... No, it's actually the dragon that carries it"

"If a normal person moves it, it must be a luggage thing..."

What a story, the blacksmith's front door cracks open.

Turning around, Aeri stood with a crisp smile dressed strangely sexy in her hot long clothes.

"The main hall. I'll take care of that."

"No, Aeri. It's been omitted lately, but if you don't say" Lord of Maia, "it's misleading."

"You care about the details. Sometimes I want you to rely on the power of a dragon."

"I feel like I've been relying on you lately..."

"Huh. Shall I change my mind? If you don't let the Lord sell his grace, it will be difficult for the outside world to sneak into him."

"Bo..."

You're still yanking, Mr. Jackie, telling him just by the face.

"I ask you to talk like that where no one else has heard it..."

"Hehe. Copy that. Can you hear the wish of a female dragon who wants to make a fortune?"

"... please. There's Lantz and General Tori. Take him to his quarters."

"Understood."

If I do, Aeri willingly takes on the heavy crate. I'm fine even though it's the day after I flew out of Renfangas. No, I'm rarely seen where dragons are tired.

"So, Mr. Jackie. I need another favor..."

"Another job?"

"No, the... I'll make a collar, so I'll have some superior leather."

"... you're still yanking. How many?"

…………

I really can't think of any excuses these days.

Mm, noon.

There was a notice sign next to the counter when I went to the new tavern.

"Whoa, Smythson"

Isaac points to the sign with a jock.

"You're in this year, aren't you?

The sign was a spring festival announcement.

The event will be held in three days.

"There are more people this year than last year. I'm also practicing chorus in the Crossbows."

"You're so excited..."

"It's also a sign that we're leaving the polka."

"Chorus is good, but you can't balance it without letting people out on your instruments, too, can you?

"Do you have enough instruments? I don't know, we can't come here either."

The taverns are mostly crossbow guys, so we'll have them on this topic.

... And when you look at this table like that, there is one man who seems to have lost his soul approximating the rising soldiers.

"... Hey Johnny, buddy, you're dying"

"Uh. Something's been going on here all morning."

Keel kept his back on the back of the chair and looked as if he had burned out. My eyes are open but I don't think I see anything.

But when I admit my figure with a slow eye movement, I get up giggly and breathe dauntlessly, and move my face closer to me in a creepy motion like a moving corpse.

"... Andy"

"Hey, what?"

"Oh, you... of those kids... in Barbara's colony, like yesterday..."

Saying, take a breath.

"On a night like yesterday... Is it true you survived...?

"... ugh, yeah"

"... me"

Keel lowered his back to the chair with Dosari and kept his back again.

"For the first time, I think I understand why you are respected...!

"... uh"

"Hey Andy. What's wrong with you, Keel? That's disgusting. Here."

"... just relax and do it. I'm hitting the wall. Maybe."

Get over it, Keel. As a man.

(cont 'd)




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