Half-elves Fall in Love Chapter 728

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:05:19 AM

It has already been a few days since we returned from our journey to Karlwyn Renfangas.

It's time for the guests I brought to get used to polka, and when the need to look from end to end fades.

Even though I say I look great, I'm not actually taking care of all the people I've brought, but the four Elf daughters of Severies Polka and collar cat daughters like Marone and Millil are following me around.

They can see at a glance with my officials on the collar, so they're counting on Galatia and Gloria and Lady Swallow and Knoll and their sisters, who came before they left for Carlwin, if they have a little trouble.

"Seboree, who works in a liquor store, and Oregano, who spends the day in a clothes store, are often relied upon, especially because they're always in the center of town."

And Fennel told me.

"It almost usually makes sense, and it seems like it would be nice to talk to people in town casually."

Not to mention the group from Celesta and Lapard, and all the Silver Dragons understand Northwestern. If I don't have a language wall, I think I can usually be of use to the people in town.

"I guess because we female slaves are less surprised by the gaps in each other's cultures. Everyone doesn't show up where your husband is, but the people in town are often surprised by the bluntness of the dragons and the cultural differences that foreign countries have."

"Really..."

"It seems unusual for women to drink alcohol with dignity in the trot in the first place."

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That's certainly true if you ask me.

By and large, there are not many unmarried women in themselves after a good year. That means you don't have the ability to just go to your daughter-in-law, because it's not something you can walk outside with too much chest up.

That's not true in Celesta. No, there are regional differences, but it would be because of the extremely long lived, stunning appearance of elves and dark elves, and the fact that unmarried women are not uncommon examples that make them feel like they are being laughed at in spite of narrow values.

In the trot, they were recognised as "external enemies," a long-lived species, so there's no way they could walk the table dignified from the start. So there are aspects where conservative values like that really remain, and when you see distant guests relaxing with a celesta, rapport, or renfangas feel, you're surprised, and you whisper your eyebrows.

If a "I'm a polka companion and I know a lot about foreign countries" personnel put me in between, it would put a spear in my face before it became a buffer and "I guess that's what it is". But if suddenly that kind of intercultural impact comes, the confusion comes out first.

"In that sense, is it inevitable that Sevory or Oregano is the cheapest..."

"Guys, I think I'm trying to get used to it."

"There's still time, or..."

They're good people. Everyone in the polka, too.

Come to think of it, it has not been two years since the situation in Polka, including northern elf territory, has changed dramatically.

Suddenly it would be a lame story to tell the inhabitants of rural towns to be sociable without separation. Keel, Johnny and the Baron, who immediately embraced and tamed the presence of Celestas and elves, are rather special.

... I don't care if my sketchy heart causes it.

Elf nakedness is beautiful, and don't get along with the federation that all the men who unite in peeps are assholes.

I told Selene that I would perform a collar award ceremony shortly.

Or is it more right that Selene has stuck around?

Originally, it's Selene who doesn't like either woman around me. If you're a female slave, you can join the company, and if you're not, treat you as an outpatient guest, which is certainly a necessary distinction.

... To be honest, there are still parts of me that are lost.

Layla and Corti. They are a presence that draws a line with other female slaves and are definitely of an unprecedented type.

It also feels like it doesn't fit into the concept of the feeling of "coexistence and co-prosperity harem of lonely women, centered on me," advocated by Selene and Irina, and even though it's not in a state of stripping fangs for the moment, it's not inherently our hope to be here, can we put everyone in the circle... I can't throw away the stray...

What if something happened?

It's the harem that originally formed from my selfishness. No matter what happens, it can't be my fault, not just Leila and the others. But still, if someone were to get hurt...... I got my hands on it knowing I couldn't totally control it, I wouldn't be sorry.

But.

Still, I tried to keep him alive. At least I don't have a grudge against them. It's even beneficial.

So if you have to, you have to do it.

I'm still wondering if I can add that to the "female slave" bond that Selene and the others care about.

Shouldn't it be in some other name? Shouldn't we make it clear to everyone that we treat it differently when we have to?

No, no, no, so much. What are we gonna do with Layla and Corti being discriminated against? I take their pride in quality, and rarely betray them, even if their bellies are apart, I don't know... and I've already given up, so believe me, it's not my place to stand or anything.

I still have the collar before I'm wrapped up, lost again and again, and still I rush myself to Leila's place.

Leila was in the meadow a short distance from the city, winding a layered long coat with exquisite embroidery, the ethnic costume of Crystal Palace.

It was Emma who told me she was there. Anything, that's how they spend their time standing alone, all the time.

"Leila."

"... Lord"

"What's in here?

In the meantime, what's the point of suddenly going straight to the point, so I'll ask.

"... I'm still not used to being in people's plush. … nothing here, but the landscape is rich and calming"

The season is late summer.

On the vibrant green of summer, little by little the meadows that began to mix with the withering colors of autumn spread out in front of you.

The wind is already cool, and the discomfort is not so great when a beauty dressed a little thick is standing under the blue sky.

"Can I help you?"

"... uh"

I scratch my head and wonder what I cut out.

In fact, although I'm going to make up my mind, I hesitate to think there's still room for change.

Since when did I seem so indecisive?

I'm an idiot, so I always thought that the hard things to do would be for Mr. Deane, Lyla and Irina to think about. But I can't throw all this.

But.

"... Layla. Really... a female slave, okay?

In the end, I can't come up with a good solution to the problem.

There are any number of ways to escape the responsibilities in front of you. I promise to make you a female slave, I can pretend I forgot and send you ahead.

But I have no idea what that would do or make sense.

So mouth a less meaningful confirmation. It's a proposal put out by the dragon Leila holding back her own pride. There's no way to overturn it.

"Yes.... I submit to you. I acknowledge your readiness and qualities as a rider to deny judgment to evil dragons beyond the covenant of the dragon and to protect someone through your own logic."

Layla kneels. Did you take it that you were ready to try a tough decision between my lost words?

I'm finally ready for that.

It's not my gala to reason with Udauda, after all.

"To be our female slave, we need rituals"

Proclamation.

"The female slaves admit to each other that they are my favorite tool of play. To that end, the new female slave must be naked and collared by me, sworn obedience by my dick, and offended on the spot before all the other female slaves see it"

"... Yes"

"But even though my sister has been through it and comes to the ritual, I was wondering if it would be a bit of a good idea for you to bump into the production without getting through.... and when it comes to hobbies, you're going to accept it, but I'm not going to get naughty."

"... uh, I mean..."

"Sex, let's get ahead of ourselves. It's nervous to be seen and fucked by about 30 people. Either way, you'd be embarrassed, but a second time would be a little better than a third time there."

... I counted sassy in my head, but you could have about 30 people.

Selene, Apple, Angelos, Aurora, Mr. Hilda, Lyla, Jeanne, Maia, Luna, Irina, Christie, Fennel, Oregano, Sevory, Laurier, Almeida, Tetes, Sharon, Milil, Marone, Cute, Breakcore, Naia, Beatrice, Galatia, Emma, Lleda, Corti. Mr. Deane's not a female slave, but he probably attends.

And breakcore is difficult in places, but it could be a ritual in places where breakcore is when it's complete and fair.

Yeah. No matter what I count, I'll have about 30 people in person.

... I'm a little wary of that number myself. No, I'm looking at each and every one of them, partly because I don't usually think that's the number. Isn't that too much for me?

"... right... well, please..."

Layla begins to take off her clothes on the spot as she leans slightly.

That.

"No, wait. It's not good to fuck here. If you're a smart guy from town, you're within sight."

The same goes for the dragon, but maybe I can see it with my eyesight per rant.

Other guys would be able to afford it if they had binoculars.

"... or I don't mind"

"No, don't make it harder on yourself."

"Sooner or later it will be seen by 30 people. Besides, if we continue to satisfy the Lord's desires, we will sooner or later be naked in front of everyone and ready to open our crotches..."

"Because I rarely do. Really?!? Mostly because my social position just gets worse!?

"But a dark elf named Swallow once said the Lord did a great job in a southern town..."

"... no, really. Rarely. That's really rare. That's the only guy who really wants to do it himself."

Why did you do that when you were thinking about it now?

Yeah, we all just wanted to play hardcore female slaves. It wasn't my fault, was it?

During such a stupid exchange, Layla eventually took everything off and exposed herself to the late summer sun without concealing her snowy white skin, heavy boobs and silver-haired bushes, and knelt back before me again.

"Well then... thank you and I will..."

"You're surprisingly pushy about porn."

I thought I was a dick when you fucked Corti flat on me.

…………

Leila slightly reddened and leaned down.

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"... who?

"Shario... no, the women who are good with you, maybe"

Shario was the only dragon that had his hands on the liner himself. I can reasonably understand your envy.

But it seemed surprisingly effective that I gave Leila and the others a tour of Ona for now.

"I thought dragons were a much more tolerant species, including lust, but I wonder if they're not as good as I thought..."

"... Wow, I don't know... Maybe I'm particularly... sexually aggressive."

Increasingly embarrassing Leila.

Even the Silver Dragon has a particularly calm and intelligent impression of Leila. It's actually an exceptional dosquet...... you're aiming too much, and Gloria in me is highly appreciative.

But if you're going to make me a female slave, and you sneak in with shame and expect sex to start soon, then you can't wait to see all the horny orders in front of you all the time... if I'm in the opposite position, for example.

"So... the truth is, I was expecting... and maybe I was there... that I could be ordered to gam sooner..."

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"Um... next time, if you want... uh, if it's a place like this, should I stick my butt up like this"

"Oh, no, hey, it's not a good pose for a virgin to be aggressive"

Layla opens her crotch wide in the middle of the day outdoors, crawling on all fours and poking her ass up.

"... the virgin is to be thrown away in this place..."

…………

"... Um, let me throw it away... will you please"

"I wonder if it's partly because of Corti's absence..."

Isn't that a little too much, you intelligent big tit beauty?

Though, it's not like I'm a penis who can make a big deal out of Leila trying desperately to get her to do that, even if it's me.

Especially since she has brilliant tits that have no disgusting color compared to Lyla and Sharon. It's never easy to stop being a young man from posing dirty while shaking it up.

I silently take off my pants and pants on the spot and grab Layla's ass.

"……………"

Pretending, and the feeling of white buttocks trembling.

Erections. If you look at the butt meat ahead of you, Leila will make you hear a modest but obviously exasperated nose.

Since I am a virgin, I think I need to tame it carefully. When my penis reaches the secret, it is obvious that there is plenty of lukewarm liquid dripping down to my legs.

... It's not Dada to call herself sexually aggressive. That's amazing, you virgin.

"... something like you might need to be more intense...!

I no longer care. Instead, I'm suddenly starting to get excited about how far this virgin can enjoy it.

If this is an act called "A Woman of High Female Slavery Suitability," you can be totally fooled. No one will be able to blame me.

Nobody stops. There can be no backsliding.

Me and Leila, I get a particular momentum to break through the virgins that only see the pleasure ahead of us that we've broken.

"Huh... Huh..."

Blink.

The feeling of spreading the vagina of an uncircumcised but mature woman at once to cut the seal.

Momentum and thrust with force, Chinko ran all at once down the road to Leila's uterine mouth, claiming ownership.

Though I saw it as the type that didn't originally have a lot of hymen and I had the feeling of virgin opening, it doesn't look like I remember the pain so much.

Pierced. Following Corti, the virgin of someone else's dragon.

The vagina of an opponent who is not supposed to taste more than a princess of a country, grandiose.

"Huh... keep going, Leila...!

"... yes... please, I'm sorry..."

Layla reaches back one hand at a time while she's being offended and lets me grab her.

In the meadow near the open polka, pulling Leila's arms and waving her hips with cancer as she exposes her boobs to the wind.

There is no resistance. A vagina that looks like an ice dragon and has a slightly lower temperature squashes my penis and licks it up behind a vaginal leech that has never arrived before.

I'm obsessed with the body and I'm waving my hips.

Such a nasty woman does have to be made a female slave.

Don't leave this vaginal meat, horny milk, in the wilderness like that.

Feeling at will everywhere, I taste her body violently...... and ejaculate.

"Nku... fu... ♪ This, but... the semen of the Lord... ♪"

"... uhhhh...!

Enjoy the achievement of reproduction as you hand roll her flesh from behind and cuddle her.

I was walking to the hot springs about Leila and a fumble of chariots came out of the woods.

"... Shario"

Leila, which is going to be a little awkward.

Well, instead of the real Lord, you're not opening your crotch to a man who was an "enemy".

If you think... Shario has a muddled face.

"Mr. Liner was so jealous of you... that... he wasn't so good."

"What are you going to say?"

If you've been watching his words and deeds since he came to Polka, this guy's pretty sloppy.

"... Master Reiner didn't have enough experience. I think it would have been different if you had used me a little more... and not been able to go on and on like that guy... no, he would have let me out right away and then he would have gone away."

"So stop exposing yourself after you die like that!? What the hell? Come out of nowhere!

"What are you trying to say... that, Leila, I wasn't so happy that you envied me"

"Fine! Just keep that kind of thing in your chest forever!

I can't wait.

(cont 'd)

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