Chapter 753

Chapter 753: Largest Collar Awards Ceremony Ever 20 [Shario et al.]

Shario spoke quietly.

“I’ve been thinking about it here. Why wasn’t I asked? The liner didn’t need a woman.”

“That’s a delicate issue there, so I think we should just get some more ground ready for now and then seriously think about it”

It’s not about talking out where the venue warms up at the orgy festival for 40 people, is it?

I don’t feel comfortable kicking the liner’s body any more. He was a nasty guy, but the dead aren’t blasphemy.

… my words are mundane, and Shario keeps talking.

“We dragons tend to perceive sexual activity with a different consciousness than humans. As you can see from the blue dragons at Misty Palace and the dragons at our Palace… if you want, and we try to provide too much sexual pleasure than we want…. Master Reiner probably thought such dragon sexuality was dirty.”

“Maybe not…”

“No, you’ve only been face-to-face with Master Liner about a few times. You wouldn’t know anything.”

Shario continues listening to my mischievous allegations.

“Master Reiner has bought women in the cities of Renfangas and Lian several times. Former Queen Sterna was also associated with Master Liner. But after a few hands on me, Leila and the others didn’t even call the bedding. He was clearly keeping the dragon away from the bedding.”

“… that’s what you’ve been doing, Liner”

I don’t know…… yeah.

Dragon’s hearing is sharp enough to cover as little as one town without difficulty. You find out… and then you buy a whore while you use it to send your dragon daughter back and forth who you know admires you?

… Though maybe it’s not what I say there are two super whores on this scene right now.

But there are parts of it that you don’t even know.

In Karlwin, he said he tried to hold a woman. That’s the situation. No one would complain about holding it properly in the name of the brave man, but it would scratch the face, and… what the heck, but there were a lot of women who couldn’t afford to worry about themselves after they were all skinny, and were not very happy (do me, they were) to the extent that they were even naked.

That’s what…… oh well. Is that why you couldn’t stand your hand when you met Shario?

But from there I remember a professional woman in the outside world, and when I could afford it, I stopped putting my hands on the dragon.

Doesn’t that mean Dragon Rider… your appearance as a hero outweighed your libido?

I don’t have any pride in my title as a hero, and both Lyla and Maia have been under contract for etsy since the beginning. I don’t care how many women think you’re sloppy and a lousy sketch.

But the liner I named as a rare swordsman and brave man from the beginning is different. If your libido is satisfied to some extent and you build your confidence as a man, you won’t want to show your desire for an ignorant woman around you.

That idea of the liner is somehow visible.

He was also a man from there who could really have been winged by the throne of the reigning king of the continent.

When that happened, as I maintained my attitude as a hero, I guess I was going to let the leading forces, Shario and Leila, stand only as a “force of war” without being betrayed as men and women, sufficient as a woman who could only “it” handle her sexuality.

It’s easy to imagine him sitting on the throne with his cool on, not turning a sweet face on the Leilas like that either.

But Shario thinks it’s a sense of distance he’s been able to take from his downfall.

“That one was a noble man. The queen held it, but she looked down on it. I also had it in front of me to serve as a wing or escort, nearby… but I guess they thought I was a shallow bitch…. I resent ourselves for bringing the love of that one to this person cheaply”

“I don’t think that’s what…”

“That’s just a vague denial.”

“No, I don’t think Reiner was doing that with such a fine idea. Empathy as a man.”

“I admit you’re the winner, but I’m not impressed with fooling the dead”

“… well, no. So, why doesn’t the jerk stop whining?”

“… that one didn’t need a dragon as a female. The words of Leila and Corti, which convinced me”

Ah, uh.

That’s the answer…?

“And if you need a female mating hole… well, it’s not a rash to let you ejaculate one of them for the treatment of your arm. Mating for dragons is better than the ex. As you can see from the palace, that’s right. It’s not something you don’t wear.”

“Yeah. Let’s calm down, Shario. Have a seat.”

I sat Shario down and sighed face to face.

“You know. If Lyla or Maia opened her crotch to someone else like that right after she died, it would hurt me a lot.”

It’s after he’s dead, so there’s nothing to hurt.

But Shario is a musty (but naked, so his gaze really sucks on his tits more than his face) objection.

“I gave it to the liner more than the original, and I bought him an unhappiness. Without this slut, the liner might have opened his mind more. It’s just an abominable sex if you think so. If you could eat it up and redeem your sins as an evil dragon, it would be two birds a stone.”

“I am uncertain that I bought that unhappiness first. Maybe the liner doesn’t hate porn as much as you think. I just couldn’t reopen it, I guess.”

“So why are you talking about Master Reiner?”

“I mean, come on, even Leila and Corti are a lot more critical, but if I get my hands on you, you’re the worst guy I’ll ever be trying to sleep from a completely dead liner!

“Oh my God! Why are you trying to cure me if you don’t want to?

“No, wait a minute. I didn’t recommend you for treatment because I wanted to have sex eventually.”

Shario is in a roundabout mode as he rides himself out of his front seat.

I mean, did they think you were after sex when I recommended Shario for treatment?

“Lord. As Shario said earlier, you don’t have to think too hard.”

It was Emma who called me from the side.

“… Emma”

“Nothing. Shario isn’t even trying to dedicate his dragon loyalty to you, and so are the Cortis. However, as you can see from the palace, dragon manipulation is a light thing. If the dragon himself thinks it still belongs to no one, he can give it to anyone. Regardless, all of the Lord’s dragons think that their manipulation belongs only to the Lord… but the liners didn’t make the dragons think so”

“Uh…”

Isn’t that more of an interpretation of the liner’s increasing misery?

No, I’m sorry about the liner. I wish I hadn’t turned it on. I wish I’d been more flirtatious and bumped my exclusive appetite. But I wouldn’t have thought I’d die so young……

Lyla laughs bitterly at me for not stopping being so sympathetic.

“Ho. If you’re only asking me to deal with you, you have to tell him so properly. Don’t ask dragons for moderation with people’s sensibilities. Dragons are monsters who live a thousand years of loneliness because of their power. Too different from people”

“… because come on”

“Most importantly, she’s asking me to frame her because she’s too slutty to bear it.” Do you care about the final subject? “

“… Oh, really?

“If I’d listened to your boring excuses, I’d have heard that.”

That wasn’t a good one to listen to, was it?

… I mean, I look at the other female slaves and dragons and they look like, “Well, that’s the way it is.”

Is that okay?

“If you’re really not willing to get framed in the first place, there’s no woman who comes to the orgy venue with a soggy pond, is there?

Mr. Cosmos brightly sums it up. Next to it is the lady who leans to shyness.

No, that’s because I cheaply turned naked into a dress code… uh…

When I look at Shario, I usually dye my white cheeks red like porcelain to take my gaze off, but I don’t deny it.

You were willing to do that from the start…… No, if you did join me even though I had no intention of doing so if you ask me, that would be weird as a woman.

“I envy Shario. Your husband. other dragons who had the experience of being needed and filled as female.”

Whisper as Layla hugs her as she tangles from behind.

… Shario doesn’t deny it. I have nothing more to say, just staring at one point of Matt and pointing his mouth.

I sighed, and I rode out and grabbed Shario’s shoulder.

“… I’m an exclusive. If you really don’t want your chastity to belong to the liner, I’ll make it mine. Just let me use the baby forever.”

“… it”

“An order. You evil dragon.”

I dared to block my way out. Myself and Shario’s.

Maybe you don’t need to declare that, but that’s the keziness (by our standards) to making infidelity work.

At my will as a dragon rider, not just anyone, Shario dedicates his body to me, not somehow, but as the duty of a defeated evil dragon.

Even if I have to tell someone about tonight one day, so I can clearly say what the act means.

That’s it, and I’ll finally be ready for my feelings.

“… ok. I swear…. my womb is yours. The Lord of Emma and Lleda, the Great Rider, Andy Smythson……”

Shario says so and knocks himself down, opening his crotch.

Its body is too feminine for its sharp impression face. All the bodies of dragon women are great, but Shario is no exception.

It’s just that her left arm was only halfway there, what she wanted to miss.

I whisper to Shario as he grabs an inferior but firmly quantified chest to Leila and inexorably fingers roughs her genitals that she had already become completely excited about having sex in front of her repeated eyes.

“If you’re going to be my manger too, I won’t allow you to go home and die. Live in the polka so you can use this at any time. Live in a sketchy fit and wait for my dick with Layla and the others. Until I die.”

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“Nhhhhh… ku, somn…”

Here, push your finger hard into the manhole with the clap, twist, and make a gutsy sound.

“It’s an order, slut evil dragon. This is punishment from me. I won’t let you get away with it until I’ve finished punishing you.”

“… wow, I know… uhhhhh…”

… I wonder how far I would be an evil figure if someone really had a chance to hear about tonight.

A night when the beauties who killed the Lord, with their bad men, happily swear to spend the rest of their lives as meat potty for their resentful enemies.

If I say it in human values, I am absolutely the worst evil.

But if you’re fingering Shario’s strong nipple erection to the delight of female meat, such self-reflection will soon fade.

I want to bury my penis in this hole.

I want to imprint my satisfaction and semen in this hole where I wanted the meat stick strong but it wasn’t filled.

… I want this baby, which is supposed to belong to someone else, to conceive my child.

The desire of instincts in conflict with reason takes shape with Mukumuk by the dementia of a silver beauty who had not even imagined where she was bored by the joy of the female.

The dozens of people who have been eaten up and scattered and the naked beauties who just look at me stare hot at me as I grin (intend to) strip my teeth.

Is that emotion a tribute to me or a shudder that pushes me through my desires?

Shario rejoiced in their elusive high voice as she forced her penis into the meat.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“It’s been a long time, Shario…. from now on this dick will always be the lord of your womb. You live to make him ejaculate.”

Yes. “Live” for that. Literally, make him stop dying.

I remind her of it, and I push my gritty, tortoise head in the back of her vagina, claiming myself.

“Wah, ok… ok, duh…”

“From?”

“… more, more fierce… to other guys, like they were… fierce, offensive…”

“… you’re a real slut, you meat potty dragon. Ha!

In response to Shario’s request, I start waving over her.

Shario never hips back like the whores, or expresses his affection with a kiss or hug, just gets offended.

But the excitement of committing a massive offense against a woman who was supposed to belong to someone else was enough to make up for that naivety.

I have to be a habit, and I move my hips hard as I make a sound with span span, admonishing myself repeatedly.

Exactly. I’m already getting tough. It feels stupid even though I haven’t been there 20 times yet, but it was a ritual where I used both enemies and nerves.

This will be the last time I can offend hard with all my might. The satisfying sex doesn’t last until you rest for a while or get your margins back with neat sex.

There, Mr. Gloria brought me a collar.

“Don’t call me before you ejaculate.”

“… Huh?

The collar handed over is black.

Is that it? Black must have been the only thing I had prepared for the Leilas.

“Oh, I changed the color on my own. I’m sorry, did you stay white?

When Mr. Gloria pinches his collar with his finger, which remains straight, and moves his finger like a pi, the black turns white.

Oh, well. The magical application that discolored the paint?

“Black, to the point, okay…… Huh!

“Mmm, wait a minute.”

Immediately turn back the colour and apply the collar received from Mr. Gloria with an indelible hand on the shario.

“Shario… you, too, are a slave… my female slave…! See, Shario!

“… ok… ok, I know…”

“From now on, you’re gonna make me have sex anytime, rub my tits and stick my ass out, I love my dick Shario!

“Out… rub it, frame it, whoa… let it out, let it out, ejaculate… me and I want it…”

Um, a strong, tough, and above all, riddled enemy dragon vows to be outrageous as he gasps.

To her, exactly as proof of the decision, the oath, I waved my back trying to tap into the semen.

Fu, the flashing sword’s voice comes back to life without a pulse in the back of his brain. Courage is a decision. Andy Smythson is the first brave man I’ve ever chosen.

… This isn’t what you mean, is it? Absolutely, though.

“Shario ugh……!!

“Oh, fall, fall… drop… ahhh…”

In the shario, burst a lukewarm amount of ejaculation.

Thus, the entire program for tonight’s ceremony is over.

Yes. There is no more priority ahead.

“Well, then can I join you?

Breakcore advances, me and me, and the female slaves pop forward one after the other.

… I can’t remember anything further that night in an orderly fashion.

Whose tits, whose butt, and whose cunt wrapped you in.

It’s just that everything in my sight was covered with the girl’s skin and my penis repeatedly ejaculated, no matter who he was, feeling constantly null pleasure.

(cont ‘d)