I donāt like parties at full height. Or rather, I think that it is no longer a dimension that only dwarves and dragons who cannot get drunk survive, but anyway, in the corner of one room of Catalina wrapped in a rich drunkenness and the wave-like hustle and bustle, I was taking off Sharonās clothes with a fever-like touch. As I expected to remove the clothes, the breasts that were plump and sloppy arenāt wrapped in underwear. A delicate and fleshy female elf as a whole. Sharon, who was hidden in the illusion with her unbelievable splendid big breasts, exposed in the middle of the snoring and cheers of the vulgar warriors, had opened the mouth to excitement while being ashamed.
āā¦ā¦Smithson-san. Thatā¦ā¦ā
āHmm?ā
As for myself, I was in a state where I couldnāt control myself at all because of the surprisingly high alcoholic power of the famous elf liquor ćStormy Whaleć. I know itās not so good, but I got on Sharonās modest temptation, and then I got on my tune, lick and duck the boobs and shook them lightly with my hands. IĀ“m completely struck by the presence of her breasts and playing with them by instinct. Stroking my hair with a gentle hand, Sharon opened her mouth again.
āMa, Masterā¦ā¦can I call you that?ā
āā¦ā¦Ah? Whatā¦ā¦?ā
The saliva that I applied to the nipples with my tongue made them sticky, but I couldnāt understand Sharonās intentions and was vague. Uh. Iām sure Sharon wasnātā¦ā¦a slave or had a masochistic hobby. She wore a collar just because she wanted to keep a relationship with me. Aside from that. Yup. Certainly it should be.
āIs that your hobbyā¦ā¦?ā
While gently playing with her soft boobs, I think carefully while looking at Sharonās expression with half-open eyes. After all, I am in a state of drunkenness and the idea doesnāt work even if I think. Just vaguely, was it like thatā¦ā¦? Sharon smiled at me, and slowly closed her eyes and continued speaking.
āI am the last member of the Glory Clan and called a princess. ā¦ā¦But even though I was worried about the unknown of my clan, I never felt uncomfortable being a womanā
āHaaā¦ā¦ā
I vaguely nodded about the story that suddenly started.
āWhen I thought about it, I thought I was losing. Berga, who had been a caretaker since I was a child, was an elf, but he was able to get the feat of dwarfs. My brother was born in a good political class without holding a sword, but he climbed to a user who could surpass Berga. Thereās nothing you canāt do. Thinking that it is only when I die that I am born, that I am a race, a blood line, a woman. I was proudā
āā¦ā¦Ah, wellā¦ā¦I wonder if thatās the caseā¦ā¦ā
Iām not sure, but I nod. When I suddenly hear about the birth and pride of another person, I can only understand it.
āBut I think. Now that I think about it, it was right and in vanityā
ā??ā
āBeing a woman is not a handicap. Living like a woman is not at odds with being a knight. First of all, it is an empty theory though it says without understanding pleasure which is a woman. I finally understood that you loved me. I felt happy that I was born a womanā
āY, Yesā
In short, it is interpreted that the experienced sex was satisfactory. Thatās good, isnāt it?
āAnd what has it to do with calling me masterā¦ā¦?ā
Thinking desperately, while stroking the boobs, I carefully ask this question. Sharon continued to speak slowly, somewhat neatly, somewhat bewitchingly removing her coat.
āIf I feel so happy to be embraced by you. Why do all the other women who adore you recognize themselves as female slavesā¦ā¦self-confidence as your captive?ā
āNo, itās terribleā¦ā¦I donāt think Iām usually told by girlsā¦ā¦ā
If I think about it carefully, Apple and Selenium, which are said to be good-looking, and Laila and Maia, who are tribally or kept, and Jeanne, who is like a child for Laila, are inevitable. Also, because Anzeros is a pervert, I cannot help it. The rest of the girls donāt have that kind of inevitabilityā¦ā¦well, itās just that if they continue to have a relationship with me, itās just like that. Hmm. What should I say? I thought for three seconds.
āWell itās fineā
I was abandoned because I couldnāt come up with a common sense answer with a nicely drunk head. In addition.
āNo matter what you say, Iād love if you could be mineā
After all, thatās all. I was spoiled by Selenium and Dianne, decided to keep Laila at hand and not pass Anzeros to another man. At that point, I realize Iām a greedy egoist. And I also want to keep Sharon mine. Iāll probably admit someday even if Iām not vague. Sharon, Irina, Almeida, maybe Breakcore, Christie, maybe Hilda. TheyĀ“re mine. I want to make them my own. That kind of self-consciousness is being considered in the bottom of my heart. And.
āYesā¦ā¦masterā¦ā¦āŖā
Everything is half-baked, and thatās why all of them, who have different roots, continue to worship me according to their own rules, that I canāt warn them anywhere. Thatās fine. Iām sure Iāll keep spoiling for that momentum.
āSharon. You areā¦ā¦my female slaveā
āYesā¦ā¦ā
āI havenāt put up with it so much before, but from now on Iām really going to do naughty things to you anytime, anywhere. It doesnāt matter if youāre a princess or a knightā
āYes. Of courseā¦ā¦āŖā
āIām persistent and do dirty things. Maybe Iāll keep hiding you in a dark room for days, or I might pop up and let you suck my dick even during your mission. My son also might invade your secret hole to kill time by taking a nap. Thatās goodā
āā¦ā¦Yes, fantasticā¦ā¦āŖā
āOne day Iāll let you quit the army and tell you to spend all day just taking care of my cock without dressing around Polka or somewhere else. You donāt get angry, right?ā
āā¦ā¦Iām looking forward to itāŖā
I donāt know what Iām thinking about, but Sharon affirms everything with an excited face, without thinking of the delusions that alcohol amplifies. Maybe we both know itās just a delusion. I know itās just a desire. Still, someday.
āOne day, you will give birth to my child, okay? Itās the duty of a female slave, isnāt it?ā
āā¦ā¦In that case, I will do my bestāŖā
Someday, hoping that it would occur. I take off Sharonās underwear and leave her naked. Then I let this pretty elf princess swear that she is my female slaveā¦ā¦her crotch is opened and I thrust my dick into her wet vagina.
āNaā¦ā¦aaāŖā
A white and neat body that accepts my son. At the nearby table, dwarves and Maia are swiftly on the rise. In the midst of a loud cheer, 100-man commander Becker makes a voice as if a frog was crushed by one of the dwarves. Meanwhile, Sharon shakes her big tits and catches my waist. Probably the greatest Renfangas soldier here, she is naked and panting happily as my female slave. Itās a very unrealistic situation. I change the position. From normal position to doggy position.
āHaaaā¦ā¦li, like a dogā¦ā¦āŖā
āWhich is miserable, female slave or dog?ā
āā¦ā¦Iām a slave of love, is it miserableāŖā
Kissing my cheeks, Sharon laughs gigantically as the heat flew. And I thrust to make her cry. Fucking her like a dog. In the hustle and bustle of the orange light of the lantern, a pure white body emerges out of place. Itās a pity that they canāt see such finest nakedness, neither the soldiers sleeping next to us, nor the dwarves looking over there just a meter away and cheering for Maia. No, Iām not really sorry. Just a sense of superiority. Then the desire for ejaculation begins to rise. If I was sane, I would have been patient and tried to make Sharon squid, but now I am the egoistic master.
āSharon. Iāll give you plentyā
āHaa, haaaā¦ā¦eh, masterā¦ā¦!?ā
āIām releasing nowā¦ā¦n, nn!ā
Shake the hips on my own, I get excited and spit a large amount of semen int Sharonās womb. Burururu, the semen is released with a ferocious momentum. The sperm hell from a few days ago hasnāt declined yet. Sharonās womb is filled with semen in no time and Sharon is surprised. Semen that did not fit in the vagina flowed backwards.
āHa, aaā¦ā¦th, thisā¦ā¦!?ā
āā¦ā¦Iām sorry, it was a large amount because of magicā
It seems to be difficult to clean up, but I am not satisfied yet. Today, there was a scene in which the woman was appreciatively appreciating from the center of the bath.
Sharon, now youāre on topā
āEh, eehā¦ā¦are we continuingā¦ā¦?ā
āKeep going. Female slaveā
āā¦ā¦āŖā
Whispering into Sharon“s ears, I lay on my back in the chaise lounge. Sharon thought for a while, gave up and got on me as it was though Sharon showed the gesture of what to do to the sperm which flowed out in large quantities as the inner thigh became sticky.
āStand up. I want to see your breastsā
āā¦ā¦Huhuu, Smithā¦ā¦master likes it, my breastsā
āI love them from the bottom of my heartā
Sharon starts the up and down movement on me while laughing at me who answers immediately. The chaise longue is low and thin, and when Sharon moves, itās just like horse riding down on the ground. She put her hands on my chest and shake her hips as she was told. The metal fittings of the collar and the hair of gold thread shimmer in the light of the lantern.
āā¦ā¦Beautiful, Sharonā
āā¦ā¦Thatā
Sharon is desperately trying to concentrate on her movements while being shy of the words that come out of my mouth. Compared to drinking around. The excitement is at its best.
āItās really hard if they find outā
āā¦ā¦Letās seeā¦ā¦I really think Iāll have no choice but to hide as your female slaveā¦ā¦āŖā
Sharon gradually transforms into a crunchy waist movement. Is she tired of the monotonous movements herself, is she feeling too much and is unable to put her strength in her knees or both? I push Sharonās elbow and fold it, then let Sharon fall down and hug her.
āYour womb feels good tooā
āWoā¦ā¦mbā¦ā¦āŖā
āNow itās my sperm bagā
āā¦ā¦āŖā
The uterus is made conscious by vulgar words on purpose, and the waist is launched suddenly.
āHiuuā
Sharon bent her throat. I launch my hips. Two wavy bodies. And.
āSharonā¦ā¦!!ā
āHa, Hahiiā¦ā¦iiiāŖā
Byururururu, I ejaculate again. Again, cloudy liquid gushes from between the labia and the cock. I hugged Sharon, who was trembling with pleasure and Sharon exhaled a hot sigh into my ears.
āā¦ā¦Masterā¦ā¦āŖā
āAhā¦ā¦ā
I feel conscious. Itās not oxygen deficiency or anemia that comes. Just drowsiness.
āā¦ā¦Listen, youĀ“reā¦ā¦myā¦ā¦ā
As it is, I fall asleep. I felt like it would be difficult if I kept doing this, but I couldnāt help because I was sleepy.
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When I woke up, I kept hugging Sharon. And it was morning.
āNuā¦ā¦ā
āHo, you woke up, ownerā
āYouĀ“re too defenseless and I fell in love with itā
Laila and Irina, who were having breakfast at the table, turned their eyes to me.
āTh, Thatā¦ā¦?ā
āI know you, but the little girl wasnāt sleeping eitherā
āIf we didnāt stand guard and kept the illusion, you would be exposed like thatā
Sharon in my arms was having a restful sleep. Of course, I canāt wear clothes when weĀ“re hugging, so Iām naked and have a morning erection.
āā¦ā¦W, We didnāt catch a cold wellā
āThatās my windbreak magicā
āYouāre really defenselessā
ā¦ā¦They could both be amazed. Reflection.
āUuuā¦ā¦my head hurtsā¦ā¦uwaa!? What are you doing in the morning, 10-man captain Smithsonā¦ā¦muguguā
āHo, donāt make a noiseā
āAnd itās not from the morning, itās from last night. This sex maniacā
āMuguu, Muguuā¦ā¦ā
Naris, whose mouth is like a iron claw, said so.
āā¦ā¦Irina, by the way, can you pretend not to see it once more?ā
āā¦ā¦Are you going to do it with a sleeping woman, you demonā
āNot good?ā
āā¦ā¦Next time me alsoā
āOKā
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