Chapter 745: Biggest Collar Awards Ceremony Ever 12 [Azel]
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Even now that she has been sent in as a daughter dedicated to seeding to commit countless crimes and to welcome her as a female slave, the truth is that Azel or Lisel are unsure which was which.
Faces, of course, are very similar because they are twins, even though they are differentiated from each other by the length of their hair.
Around that time, I can say that the cat and animal daughters of those colonies have a common temperament, but I'm not very attached to the fact that very similar sisters can be treated as sets or misnamed.
Whether you're always treated as a combo or trio and not seen as an individual, whether you're not identified or not, you're always with me anyway, which is a big mess and an optimistic idea.
So even if you can get the name wrong in the details, you don't care, "You just have to know you're talking about me".
I think I would normally be angry, but it seemed routine for colonies to be treated on such a group basis as well, getting confused names wrong. There is no rationale among them for "being wrong is because they are not taken care of," it seems.
I don't have to wonder what I would do if I were a sister-in-law, but I have this personality because I'm close, and I just have to shut up if you say so.
And now I dare confuse them.
They use their vaginas freely and continue to offend in a pseudo-" no pull out streak "mood.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."
I offend her to use Lisel's vagina and throw it away, using her sister's vagina as a matter of course instead of her sister, who has been overwhelmed.
The "comfort of use" stays the same because they look like twins and the feel of the two vaginas hardly changes. I'm an atmospheric, wet cat beast man, so I don't have any trouble taming him.
Even if they treat me like this, it should be noted that the young ladies want to be my female slaves. He also likes to get caught up in a storm of thorough indecency and wants to be used even if he can make him have all kinds of sex.
"They really are convenient daughters for guys everywhere......!
"Nha... so, because..."
while being offended.
Azel wandered in pleasure, gasping and a vague voice of boundaries, still inadvertently.
"Kimoi's... I like it, it's decided..."
There is no reason not to seek pleasure.
Out of curiosity, no matter what kind of insanity and embarrassment you expose, your family relatives don't blame you, but rather support a flashy pregnancy.
In such a home environment, is it only "fun" to even the collar of a female slave, a symbol of shallow libido?
Again, I tremble at the fact that my daughters on such the most sketchy terms were untouched, and the good fortune that I can eat and scatter them all I want.
Maybe if I could have gotten lost in this horny daughter-ridden cat-beast colony, even if I didn't have anything to do with the other female slaves, I would have seriously thought that would be the "luckiest man on the continent right now".
Exactly paranoia, porn scrolls intact...... no, more than that.
... And I think again that my environment now that I'm so full of attractive porn beauties that even such a cat colony is only part of my luck is probably the happiest man in history as opposed to the whole continent.
You can offend these pretty daughters as much as you want with your lust. She got me pregnant.
Instead of anyone blaming me for declaring it to be mine on my own, both me and I can hold such an outrageous porn festival.
Maybe the ancient royal aristocracy, or the legendary hero, gathered more women on a massive scale than this to be delayed by the sluts.
But I'm sure I'd be happier.
They lay flat for the "void of power" that made me bare, and they're not trying to make a child of me.
The only thing that drives the cats is their primitive, rooted "feel good" and "want kids" instincts.
The other female slaves are relieved that I held the title of Dragon Rider... but they can't use me without any territory or ambition to plan for birth or stability.
It's just a bunch of extraordinarily horny women who leave themselves to my lust and the extraterritorial power of the sluts it supports.
If I were your prince, even if I were loved by the same face, I would surely have had the bitter taste of "Is that what I'm looking for?"
So I'm just a civilian, just a country blacksmith kid and I'm sincerely glad.
I can enjoy all this happiness without mixing it up. Even that is a rare part of luck.
"Azel, I'm gonna... even in your womb, I'm gonna take an oath... I'm gonna use you as a dick tool for the rest of my life... I'm gonna take an oath...!!
"Nyaaaa."
Azel affirms my terrible things all over her body.
If happiness, joy, had been a visible gas, it would have gushed from the whole body. So much so that Azel showed it and stuck his hips out.
"Use it... Good luck, dick, every day at Omako, Shizuku... just a little bit"
Sweet sweet abusive vows.
I recognize the cat sisters as formal female slaves and pour pregnancy fluids into the womb of the no-guard, screaming at each other for vows that would make me doubt my sanity if I heard them from the side.
Leaving Azel breathing on her shoulders, Lisel was up, "stretching" the cat itself as she slurped through her groin.
As always, at the end of the day, Fennel and Jeanne and others are in motion, and they prepare hot water in the barrel because they themselves remain naked, squeezing their hand wipes and going to wipe Naris and Liselle.
I guess Azel can have it wiped clean by the time the top finish fits, too. What keeps that feeling out of the way after sex is still how you work with each other connected in eros?
Well, I am.
The rest are just difficult enemies. From here it can be called the climax of ceremonies.
The whores Gloria and Cosmos, and the lady swallow they back up.
After that, there will be a final battle for the dragons, arguably a referee as a dragon rider.
The intent of such a progression apparently passed on to them themselves as the ceremony progressed, and Emma and Rheda, who were sending a "are we behind" gaze at the beginning, are now calm.
I demand to be rehydrated for such a great deal.
"Give me water."
"Yes."
Sevory has been the one offering the water for the sappy ceramic cup. That's the place to serve.
Of course the water is spiritual spring water. Since it does not work with the suction, I asked him to bring a bucket just before the ceremony started.
It's a weird ritual, and I didn't know what to use it for, but... well, it's for my own recovery.
In fact, it doesn't immediately magically invigorate with Paa, but nevertheless the healing spirits definitely work.
March training… or in the middle of a run, drinking the water after half a day, and drinking Aunt Lindsey's drink stand or hot spring water obviously changes the final gesture.
Normally enough to generate a positive thought of "Don't go back and forth one more time" after running through an itinerary of falling in with "It's the limit, here".
Supply matters along the way. Even if you're impotent, you recover quickly in the Spirit Springs, but I figured I'd be sorry for the last sneeze at these ceremonies.
... When it comes to incorporating nearly 20 consecutive burdens into an appointment from the start, it is. Well, that's my fundamental planning, or I can't help but make a fuss that it's "weird" because there's just a bump coming that casually held up a female slave candidate.
"Good luck, master."
I am soothed by Sevory, who accompanies me with a lovely word, and strokes my head as I return my cup.
"Well, good luck, but it's also complicated to be told to do your best."
"You can come and have some complimentary sex at a later date called Nice Support."
"Shiatsu..."
Nevertheless, there are aspects that make this one easier because it brightens me up.
"Then I want to touch my tits too"
"You can rub that without permission, right? Maybe a little short."
Relatively full of pure elves. It's not even enough to make a valley, that's all.
"I like modest tits, too. I didn't get Dada pregnant, Jeanne."
I'll rub it all over you.
Shh, I'm kidding. Sevory turns himself around. Well, I'm originally naked, and the distance is more like something that goes on as I approach it, so I'm about to go on indefinitely.
This is how you entertain pornographic pranks as skinships, right?
And.
"Continued....... Mr. Gloria, Mr. Cosmos.... And, Lady."
"Yes, sir."
"Yes."
…………
The lady still looks lost in something against the two whores who come out without feeling it.
Still, I'm standing here naked. That is no longer, we have already stepped over the earthen field.
... Well, just talking about getting a virgin when it comes to ladies, it's not the flow to make them female slaves.
"Who shall we do it from"
That's what I'm going to shake while I anticipate half the expansion.
The lady let her gaze wander, but Mr. Gloria and Mr. Cosmos pointed sideways with their thumbs and palms, respectively, as indicated.
"... eh"
The lady pointed out looked gnawed.
I think I can read this flow.
(cont 'd)
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Even now that she has been sent in as a daughter dedicated to seeding to commit countless crimes and to welcome her as a female slave, the truth is that Azel or Lisel are unsure which was which.
Faces, of course, are very similar because they are twins, even though they are differentiated from each other by the length of their hair.
Around that time, I can say that the cat and animal daughters of those colonies have a common temperament, but I'm not very attached to the fact that very similar sisters can be treated as sets or misnamed.
Whether you're always treated as a combo or trio and not seen as an individual, whether you're not identified or not, you're always with me anyway, which is a big mess and an optimistic idea.
So even if you can get the name wrong in the details, you don't care, "You just have to know you're talking about me".
I think I would normally be angry, but it seemed routine for colonies to be treated on such a group basis as well, getting confused names wrong. There is no rationale among them for "being wrong is because they are not taken care of," it seems.
I don't have to wonder what I would do if I were a sister-in-law, but I have this personality because I'm close, and I just have to shut up if you say so.
And now I dare confuse them.
They use their vaginas freely and continue to offend in a pseudo-" no pull out streak "mood.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."
I offend her to use Lisel's vagina and throw it away, using her sister's vagina as a matter of course instead of her sister, who has been overwhelmed.
The "comfort of use" stays the same because they look like twins and the feel of the two vaginas hardly changes. I'm an atmospheric, wet cat beast man, so I don't have any trouble taming him.
Even if they treat me like this, it should be noted that the young ladies want to be my female slaves. He also likes to get caught up in a storm of thorough indecency and wants to be used even if he can make him have all kinds of sex.
"They really are convenient daughters for guys everywhere......!
"Nha... so, because..."
while being offended.
Azel wandered in pleasure, gasping and a vague voice of boundaries, still inadvertently.
"Kimoi's... I like it, it's decided..."
There is no reason not to seek pleasure.
Out of curiosity, no matter what kind of insanity and embarrassment you expose, your family relatives don't blame you, but rather support a flashy pregnancy.
In such a home environment, is it only "fun" to even the collar of a female slave, a symbol of shallow libido?
Again, I tremble at the fact that my daughters on such the most sketchy terms were untouched, and the good fortune that I can eat and scatter them all I want.
Maybe if I could have gotten lost in this horny daughter-ridden cat-beast colony, even if I didn't have anything to do with the other female slaves, I would have seriously thought that would be the "luckiest man on the continent right now".
Exactly paranoia, porn scrolls intact...... no, more than that.
... And I think again that my environment now that I'm so full of attractive porn beauties that even such a cat colony is only part of my luck is probably the happiest man in history as opposed to the whole continent.
You can offend these pretty daughters as much as you want with your lust. She got me pregnant.
Instead of anyone blaming me for declaring it to be mine on my own, both me and I can hold such an outrageous porn festival.
Maybe the ancient royal aristocracy, or the legendary hero, gathered more women on a massive scale than this to be delayed by the sluts.
But I'm sure I'd be happier.
They lay flat for the "void of power" that made me bare, and they're not trying to make a child of me.
The only thing that drives the cats is their primitive, rooted "feel good" and "want kids" instincts.
The other female slaves are relieved that I held the title of Dragon Rider... but they can't use me without any territory or ambition to plan for birth or stability.
It's just a bunch of extraordinarily horny women who leave themselves to my lust and the extraterritorial power of the sluts it supports.
If I were your prince, even if I were loved by the same face, I would surely have had the bitter taste of "Is that what I'm looking for?"
So I'm just a civilian, just a country blacksmith kid and I'm sincerely glad.
I can enjoy all this happiness without mixing it up. Even that is a rare part of luck.
"Azel, I'm gonna... even in your womb, I'm gonna take an oath... I'm gonna use you as a dick tool for the rest of my life... I'm gonna take an oath...!!
"Nyaaaa."
Azel affirms my terrible things all over her body.
If happiness, joy, had been a visible gas, it would have gushed from the whole body. So much so that Azel showed it and stuck his hips out.
"Use it... Good luck, dick, every day at Omako, Shizuku... just a little bit"
Sweet sweet abusive vows.
I recognize the cat sisters as formal female slaves and pour pregnancy fluids into the womb of the no-guard, screaming at each other for vows that would make me doubt my sanity if I heard them from the side.
Leaving Azel breathing on her shoulders, Lisel was up, "stretching" the cat itself as she slurped through her groin.
As always, at the end of the day, Fennel and Jeanne and others are in motion, and they prepare hot water in the barrel because they themselves remain naked, squeezing their hand wipes and going to wipe Naris and Liselle.
I guess Azel can have it wiped clean by the time the top finish fits, too. What keeps that feeling out of the way after sex is still how you work with each other connected in eros?
Well, I am.
The rest are just difficult enemies. From here it can be called the climax of ceremonies.
The whores Gloria and Cosmos, and the lady swallow they back up.
After that, there will be a final battle for the dragons, arguably a referee as a dragon rider.
The intent of such a progression apparently passed on to them themselves as the ceremony progressed, and Emma and Rheda, who were sending a "are we behind" gaze at the beginning, are now calm.
I demand to be rehydrated for such a great deal.
"Give me water."
"Yes."
Sevory has been the one offering the water for the sappy ceramic cup. That's the place to serve.
Of course the water is spiritual spring water. Since it does not work with the suction, I asked him to bring a bucket just before the ceremony started.
It's a weird ritual, and I didn't know what to use it for, but... well, it's for my own recovery.
In fact, it doesn't immediately magically invigorate with Paa, but nevertheless the healing spirits definitely work.
March training… or in the middle of a run, drinking the water after half a day, and drinking Aunt Lindsey's drink stand or hot spring water obviously changes the final gesture.
Normally enough to generate a positive thought of "Don't go back and forth one more time" after running through an itinerary of falling in with "It's the limit, here".
Supply matters along the way. Even if you're impotent, you recover quickly in the Spirit Springs, but I figured I'd be sorry for the last sneeze at these ceremonies.
... When it comes to incorporating nearly 20 consecutive burdens into an appointment from the start, it is. Well, that's my fundamental planning, or I can't help but make a fuss that it's "weird" because there's just a bump coming that casually held up a female slave candidate.
"Good luck, master."
I am soothed by Sevory, who accompanies me with a lovely word, and strokes my head as I return my cup.
"Well, good luck, but it's also complicated to be told to do your best."
"You can come and have some complimentary sex at a later date called Nice Support."
"Shiatsu..."
Nevertheless, there are aspects that make this one easier because it brightens me up.
"Then I want to touch my tits too"
"You can rub that without permission, right? Maybe a little short."
Relatively full of pure elves. It's not even enough to make a valley, that's all.
"I like modest tits, too. I didn't get Dada pregnant, Jeanne."
I'll rub it all over you.
Shh, I'm kidding. Sevory turns himself around. Well, I'm originally naked, and the distance is more like something that goes on as I approach it, so I'm about to go on indefinitely.
This is how you entertain pornographic pranks as skinships, right?
And.
"Continued....... Mr. Gloria, Mr. Cosmos.... And, Lady."
"Yes, sir."
"Yes."
…………
The lady still looks lost in something against the two whores who come out without feeling it.
Still, I'm standing here naked. That is no longer, we have already stepped over the earthen field.
... Well, just talking about getting a virgin when it comes to ladies, it's not the flow to make them female slaves.
"Who shall we do it from"
That's what I'm going to shake while I anticipate half the expansion.
The lady let her gaze wander, but Mr. Gloria and Mr. Cosmos pointed sideways with their thumbs and palms, respectively, as indicated.
"... eh"
The lady pointed out looked gnawed.
I think I can read this flow.
(cont 'd)
Even now that she has been sent in as a daughter dedicated to seeding to commit countless crimes and to welcome her as a female slave, the truth is that Azel or Lisel are unsure which was which.Faces, of course, are very similar because they are twins, even though they are differentiated from each other by the length of their hair.Around that time, I can say that the cat and animal daughters of those colonies have a common temperament, but I'm not very attached to the fact that very similar sisters can be treated as sets or misnamed.Whether you're always treated as a combo or trio and not seen as an individual, whether you're not identified or not, you're always with me anyway, which is a big mess and an optimistic idea.So even if you can get the name wrong in the details, you don't care, "You just have to know you're talking about me".I think I would normally be angry, but it seemed routine for colonies to be treated on such a group basis as well, getting confused names wrong. There is no rationale among them for "being wrong is because they are not taken care of," it seems.I don't have to wonder what I would do if I were a sister-in-law, but I have this personality because I'm close, and I just have to shut up if you say so.And now I dare confuse them.They use their vaginas freely and continue to offend in a pseudo-" no pull out streak "mood."Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."I offend her to use Lisel's vagina and throw it away, using her sister's vagina as a matter of course instead of her sister, who has been overwhelmed.The "comfort of use" stays the same because they look like twins and the feel of the two vaginas hardly changes. I'm an atmospheric, wet cat beast man, so I don't have any trouble taming him.Even if they treat me like this, it should be noted that the young ladies want to be my female slaves. He also likes to get caught up in a storm of thorough indecency and wants to be used even if he can make him have all kinds of sex."They really are convenient daughters for guys everywhere......! "Nha... so, because..."while being offended.Azel wandered in pleasure, gasping and a vague voice of boundaries, still inadvertently."Kimoi's... I like it, it's decided..."There is no reason not to seek pleasure.Out of curiosity, no matter what kind of insanity and embarrassment you expose, your family relatives don't blame you, but rather support a flashy pregnancy.In such a home environment, is it only "fun" to even the collar of a female slave, a symbol of shallow libido?Again, I tremble at the fact that my daughters on such the most sketchy terms were untouched, and the good fortune that I can eat and scatter them all I want.Maybe if I could have gotten lost in this horny daughter-ridden cat-beast colony, even if I didn't have anything to do with the other female slaves, I would have seriously thought that would be the "luckiest man on the continent right now".Exactly paranoia, porn scrolls intact...... no, more than that.... And I think again that my environment now that I'm so full of attractive porn beauties that even such a cat colony is only part of my luck is probably the happiest man in history as opposed to the whole continent.You can offend these pretty daughters as much as you want with your lust. She got me pregnant.Instead of anyone blaming me for declaring it to be mine on my own, both me and I can hold such an outrageous porn festival.Maybe the ancient royal aristocracy, or the legendary hero, gathered more women on a massive scale than this to be delayed by the sluts.But I'm sure I'd be happier.They lay flat for the "void of power" that made me bare, and they're not trying to make a child of me.The only thing that drives the cats is their primitive, rooted "feel good" and "want kids" instincts.The other female slaves are relieved that I held the title of Dragon Rider... but they can't use me without any territory or ambition to plan for birth or stability.It's just a bunch of extraordinarily horny women who leave themselves to my lust and the extraterritorial power of the sluts it supports.If I were your prince, even if I were loved by the same face, I would surely have had the bitter taste of "Is that what I'm looking for?"So I'm just a civilian, just a country blacksmith kid and I'm sincerely glad.I can enjoy all this happiness without mixing it up. Even that is a rare part of luck."Azel, I'm gonna... even in your womb, I'm gonna take an oath... I'm gonna use you as a dick tool for the rest of my life... I'm gonna take an oath...!! "Nyaaaa."Azel affirms my terrible things all over her body.If happiness, joy, had been a visible gas, it would have gushed from the whole body. So much so that Azel showed it and stuck his hips out."Use it... Good luck, dick, every day at Omako, Shizuku... just a little bit"Sweet sweet abusive vows.I recognize the cat sisters as formal female slaves and pour pregnancy fluids into the womb of the no-guard, screaming at each other for vows that would make me doubt my sanity if I heard them from the side.Leaving Azel breathing on her shoulders, Lisel was up, "stretching" the cat itself as she slurped through her groin.As always, at the end of the day, Fennel and Jeanne and others are in motion, and they prepare hot water in the barrel because they themselves remain naked, squeezing their hand wipes and going to wipe Naris and Liselle.I guess Azel can have it wiped clean by the time the top finish fits, too. What keeps that feeling out of the way after sex is still how you work with each other connected in eros?Well, I am.The rest are just difficult enemies. From here it can be called the climax of ceremonies.The whores Gloria and Cosmos, and the lady swallow they back up.After that, there will be a final battle for the dragons, arguably a referee as a dragon rider.The intent of such a progression apparently passed on to them themselves as the ceremony progressed, and Emma and Rheda, who were sending a "are we behind" gaze at the beginning, are now calm.I demand to be rehydrated for such a great deal."Give me water.""Yes."Sevory has been the one offering the water for the sappy ceramic cup. That's the place to serve.Of course the water is spiritual spring water. Since it does not work with the suction, I asked him to bring a bucket just before the ceremony started.It's a weird ritual, and I didn't know what to use it for, but... well, it's for my own recovery.In fact, it doesn't immediately magically invigorate with Paa, but nevertheless the healing spirits definitely work.March training or in the middle of a run, drinking the water after half a day, and drinking Aunt Lindsey's drink stand or hot spring water obviously changes the final gesture.Normally enough to generate a positive thought of "Don't go back and forth one more time" after running through an itinerary of falling in with "It's the limit, here".Supply matters along the way. Even if you're impotent, you recover quickly in the Spirit Springs, but I figured I'd be sorry for the last sneeze at these ceremonies.... When it comes to incorporating nearly 20 consecutive burdens into an appointment from the start, it is. Well, that's my fundamental planning, or I can't help but make a fuss that it's "weird" because there's just a bump coming that casually held up a female slave candidate."Good luck, master."I am soothed by Sevory, who accompanies me with a lovely word, and strokes my head as I return my cup."Well, good luck, but it's also complicated to be told to do your best.""You can come and have some complimentary sex at a later date called Nice Support.""Shiatsu..."Nevertheless, there are aspects that make this one easier because it brightens me up."Then I want to touch my tits too""You can rub that without permission, right? Maybe a little short."Relatively full of pure elves. It's not even enough to make a valley, that's all."I like modest tits, too. I didn't get Dada pregnant, Jeanne."I'll rub it all over you.Shh, I'm kidding. Sevory turns himself around. Well, I'm originally naked, and the distance is more like something that goes on as I approach it, so I'm about to go on indefinitely.This is how you entertain pornographic pranks as skinships, right?And."Continued....... Mr. Gloria, Mr. Cosmos.... And, Lady.""Yes, sir.""Yes." The lady still looks lost in something against the two whores who come out without feeling it.Still, I'm standing here naked. That is no longer, we have already stepped over the earthen field.... Well, just talking about getting a virgin when it comes to ladies, it's not the flow to make them female slaves."Who shall we do it from"That's what I'm going to shake while I anticipate half the expansion.The lady let her gaze wander, but Mr. Gloria and Mr. Cosmos pointed sideways with their thumbs and palms, respectively, as indicated."... eh"The lady pointed out looked gnawed.I think I can read this flow.cont 'd
