Episode: 3

From the quietly closed wooden window, the pale moonlight shines.

There, the limbs of the poor girl emerged.

In bed.

The girl who buried her cheek in the sheet with her feet on her back, held her lovely ass high and twisted her waist. Although she is still growing up, it shows that she is a woman's soft curve, and her plain shirt and trousers have given off a thick smell under her pajamas.

The girl's finger dives into the pants, making her crotch swell and making a soft sound.

“Ah, um …, Um …, Yes, there, there …, Lord Des …, Mumble more …, Ah, ah, ah, ah! I can't …, Me, there, weak uncle …, Han, ah ah ah ah ah! “

Hiccup, fear, extravagant shoulders trembling, whining, toes being fondly held. With a “Ha ha” Sound, she let out a petal-like exhalation, and continued to rub against her weakness as if it were not enough.

The short blonde hair with neat hair, the lively face that is well tanned by the sun, is swinging happily, drooling and drooping eyes. The bark like a puppy is in harmony with the sound of crunching and stirring honey meat.

The young girl's immature body is engraved with the joy of the “Female” He taught and forced to pry open. Because of this,-not enough. That night, I tasted that night, and the lewdness engraved on the flesh of the fifteen-year-old couldn't reach it.

I want to be more comfortable. In fact, I want to make him more comfortable when he is not here now. Actually, it's not your own finger-,

“Good!”

The young girl added two fingers that sank into the honey pot. Cross, make it thick and concave, and disturb your own flesh.

At sixes and sevens, whining, whining …,

The sound of water and her cry became fierce. Nevertheless,

“Not enough, not enough …, Lord Des …, Lord Des's ass is very good …, That hard, thick, strong, hot ass, my ass × I want you to purr! Ha-ha, ah-ah-ah-ah! ！ “

If the first joint is bent,

Whew, whew,

，、

The stain on the trousers has spread. There must be several lascivious lines on a young girl's thin thigh. Still, it's not enough.

“Ah …, Lord Des …”

A sad voice.

“I want to see you …, Blare …”

In the pale bed, alone to comfort the young girl,

-It's Monica.

It was the last time that she was linked when her beloved Lord visited in order to add magic to the defense device in the village of Moire where she lived. It's not so much being combined as being forced into estrus, being violated all night and being pregnant.

Lord (Desmond), there is no room for discretion.

—— No, that night, I finally waited for what I was looking forward to. As the representative of my daughter in the village, I offered offerings to Desmond who was “Deified” And regarded as the “Patron saint”—That is, his bride—which was accepted without an actual husband.

Although I didn't expect to be violated like that.

Just the day before, at the eve of the sacrifice, a group of thieves led by evil carers came.

However, there is a village of a fighting nation with perfect defense devices. The poor thieves are easily countered, and the angered evil caretakers, though using magic [Secret] To get close to killing the villagers, use a unique skill “Qiqi”

Although it was a snake's foot, the [Secret] Used by that care giver at that time was magic, and the “Secret” Used by Stegosaurus and Madoff was skill. The superior skill “Secret”, Which is a combination of various magic, techniques and skills, should be called “Magic” If it is realized by one “Secret”, But in any case, it must of course continue to use magic to start and last. And in various senses, “Secret” Is quieter than “Secret”. To be called a real professional, it is not magic, but the “Hiding” Of skills that is more appropriate. Then, the nobles took the non-nobles as the “Behind-the-scenes” And even ordered assassinations, but those related to the nobles avoided such actions. Sure enough, this is a kind of aristocratic reserve that is too troublesome.

Gossip is off topic.

Although he was such an evil care-giver, he took advantage of this gap to impose on Monica the taboo [Madness (Berzelga)] That he also imposed on thieves. If it's a powerful person like Monica, it should be vented through the stimulation and growling of life energy, but it's a sinful master who makes women crazy (anonymous hope maid talk). He worries too much and starts [Recovery]. Therefore, Monica, who pursued him, actively absorbed that magic, and interacted with a wonderful situation—or the worst case—by [Madness (Belzelga)], Which forced her to be in heat.

Yes, it's forced estrus.

The worst care-giver, rather than the Lord. Or, yes. There's nothing else you can do. On this basis, he said himself, even if all his idiotic magic powers are converted into energy and turned into white ashes afterwards, it is already outrageous attack to use [Physical strengthening (sex)] To quell estrus-a feat. Overnight, it violated the body of the poor fifteen-year-old girl who was in heat. It's a crime.

There is no room for discretion. I must recruit volunteers to deal with him. -If it can be handled.

Then, can the poor girl who became pregnant as a mother by the evil Lord be left alone, as before? -No, I can't stand it.

Later, the house was handed over to Monica for management. Because she is the representative of this village to Desmond. Of course, the people in the village will help her, who is important to the descendants of the lords. And Murdoch are this village, so this statement is inappropriate, but there are also nannies. However, this was originally the home where the Lord and his party, as the “Patron saint”, Stayed. Even the management is not allowed to live. -Except Monica.

Monica, too. Now she comforts herself alone that the bed is the main room for the Lord to live in. Of course, she is not allowed to live there. She lives in a single room, which was originally used as a guest room.

However, if no one else lives in this house, the only room she can sleep in at ordinary times is this room full of memories with him.

“Well …”

Monica groaned like she was on fire and sat down on the bed.

Sure enough, something sexier than it looks is burning. Lift up the hem of the shirt, and expose the breast of the girl who is still expanding to the pale night. Lovely pink nipples have swelled from the slender areola. Just as he did that night, he crunched it out by himself. In the girl's body, there is a sudden current of sensuality.

“Ah, ah, ah! My Lord … “She would tremble at this faculties. “Ah, um … Boobs, because I like …. It must be given to the baby's grandmother, and it will be monopolized by Lord Des alone …, Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! “

While being fooled by Desmond's delusions, she rubbed the buds that turned into meat glue with her teenage fingers. Nothing, nothing, the expansion of the blue girl out of thin air, also rubbed it together.

“Ah, ah, ah”, With a childish girl's face and crooked eyes, degenerated into a mother's appearance. Sticky, tanned skin exudes sweat and exudes the aroma of “Woman”.

Touch the tight abdomen with your left hand and sink into your pants. There is already burning mud.

“Ah …, I, like a leak …, Um …, I'm sorry …, Although I'm very sorry, I want to show Lord Des …, Look, unfold …, Jiao, lick …”

Haha, after that, Monica gasped and began to take off her pants. The heart of the pulse is about to burst while it is dripping with color. Take off your pants, put on your shorts with dirty water, and almost no longer become the body of underwear.

Bruli

“Ahhh …”

The stuck cloth peeled off, and the sensual faculties. I can't help but think of the piece of cloth that was torn off, and he would take it off. Monica imagines the dreamy Desmond standing by the bed.

It can't be a civilian, this is the person who is considered precious, and the perfect sweet mask in imagination. Actually, it's a pretty standard among nobles, but for Monica, who has never met any other nobles,-after being revised by her lover, she also feels like the beauty in the sky. He showed a gentle smile and turned his blue eyes to the exposed Monica's shy place.

“Ah, ah, look, don't look, Lord Des …, Haha …”

He is angry with his appearance.

That's what I saw that night, and I was full of desire for Monica-the missing person corrected.

“No? I want to see every corner of my girl “

Desmond, who is delusional, said to me.

“Well, Lord Des, that sort of thing …”

“I like Monica's underwear, right? There's no dirty place anywhere-Hora, cute little bear × The hole below here is also cute and beautiful. Monica also knows I'm serious, right? After all, that night-“

“Ah …”

Thinking of what she did that night, Monica blushed and exploded.

Ah, that night, not only the hole in front,

“I can't …, Des, come on …”

Ning realized that his blue eyes would be cast into his own two holes, and the petals that had been playing before would blossom piteously, belching and releasing the honey of Zhaoxiong.

Trams,

，、

Monica will be excited by shame about the narrow one hanging down to the back.

“Do you want me so badly?” Desmond, who is delusional, said.

He slowly took off his clothes, fascinated Monica, and the male horn was already jerking towards the ceiling.

“Ah, um …, Want to …, Des's adult, natural and graceful …”

Monica said this, and before the delusional Desmond gave the order, she put up her knees and stretched out her waist to expose the most embarrassing place. The reason why his male organs are so angry is that he is so excited about his character. I'm glad of that. She will shake her waist.

“Ah, ah …, Des, Lord Des …, My worthless child × here, Lord Des's try to be brave kid × bad boy who wants to play every night × here, … Come on, give it to me …”

Abominable

In this way, in order to fascinate him with delusion, the scope of women was expanded. A fleshy mound of a girl in heat. Open your lips and say it greedily, dripping white honey. Under the open beat, the prepuce of the clitoris also peeled off. The budding buds tell the extent of her desire and the real pain.

“Protagonist”

Including one's own fingers, were wet with saliva.

The body that dreams of death. Illusion that it is rubbed by a female fissure like pampering yourself. Have hallucinations. Her finger stung the secret. “Ah, ah, ah,” The sad breath fell like jade.

Li Xun,

Whenever the secret bean is bounced off, the sweet and delicate sound will bounce off, and the girl's limbs will jump with it. The small bulge shook with it, and its pale peach-colored tip trembled slightly like the pale night.

“Ah, well …”

Playing with chestnuts easily,

“Ahhh …, Hum, hum!”

Torture the swollen and erect nipples.

“Ah, ah, ah, Des, Lord Des …, I hope you can plug it in soon …, That, that, that, my ass x is here, full …, Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

If Monica dodges, her tanned throat will be exposed. If it's a man, it's an unguarded throat that makes people want to take a bite. However, with some exceptions, there is no Elos in this world.

Therefore, her poor charming voice, unable to use magic, leaked out of the wooden window. However, the villagers think that,

“Under the treatment of Lord Desmond, the power is too great …”

I was thinking of the same thing. Whenever Monica cries every night, her parents feel relieved to think that she was held and nurtured by her dear Lord. What a world without eroticism!

However, Monica's pinky finger, which has been indoctrinated with pornography, falls into the vagina pot developed by him. -Pursuing fornication. Pushing open the petals that are in heat and turning red, glug out the sticky white turbidity, and the girl's willow fingers emit the sound of fornication. She is also a fool today.

“Ah, ah, ah ~ ~ ~ Well! ! ！ “

The girlish voice resounded through the lonely cold village.

However, even if parents and villagers feel comfortable, it is urgent for Monica herself. Because, sure enough, such things are not enough.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,

Gurgling, stirring the meat pot, rubbing the nipple.

In this world, without the existence of Elos, Dildu, which can be said to be the acme of human (Elos) culture, would not exist. Moreover, Monica also thinks that it is crazy to insert foreign bodies other than Desmond's male roots into the vagina. I have no idea.

Moreover, even if she comforted herself like this, she couldn't be satisfied even with the charming voice that rang through the whole village, because she saved it herself.

Why do you say that? Because there are Miao people he loves in this baby. If there is, it will be terrible.

So, like a drop in the bucket, she comforts me every night. No, I can't sleep after that. Moreover, the pain is getting bigger and bigger.

“Ah, ah, well, well, well, well!”

Howling toes holding the sheets trembling. Close your stinging eyes tightly, while feeling your fingers strangled with your vagina, while chewing the pleasure of flying by now.

“Um … Um …”

Limb weakness. Picking up the wrinkled meat that I felt was not enough and biting tightly, I pulled out my finger. Gently pulling the decadent thread, tongue pestering the obscene honey of the network. That's right. If the evil lord who turned her into her mother saw her painful pursuit, he would want to push her down again and carve indelible happiness-extremely beautiful coquetry-on the fifteen-year-old girl.

Complain …,

Two fingers sucked with honey emerged from the poor lips. Instead, the covered saliva is brushed, shining with silver light in a pale scene.

“Can I fall asleep like this …”

Muttered with Monica's high cheeks and moist flying eyes. On the tanned skin in the light sun, the red erection follows fornication.

“Becoming very frivolous …, I have to change my clothes …”

Spring has passed and summer is burning. Nevertheless, sweaty limbs are chilly at night. Usually that's all, but now he has an important child. You can't even cry when you have something big.

“Well, well …” She took off her shirt, revealing her nakedness.

The moonlight from the window pales the beautiful girl's limbs. Before giving birth to his children, he used to hunt in the Shan Ye, and when he was tired, he soaked naked in the spring water.

Her skin, under her clothes, is tanned in every corner.

That's like a black elf jumping out of a story. No, she is neither an elf nor a dark elf,

Walk as soft as a wild animal to the window.

I always think the moon is bright. It must be a full moon tonight. There must be a magic moon that can destroy the stars. On such a night, the Warcraft sometimes make a noise. So? This limb hurts more than usual. Anyway, I …,

“Well ~, yo”, If Monica concentrates her efforts,

face without makeup

Hair-colored triangular ears like flaxen hair on the head. From the bottom, this is another flaxen dog tail. Yes, that night, in order to quell the forced estrus, she was invaded by the Lord, and the semen filled with his strong magic was injected into the fetus-she was constantly injected, which changed the magic of [Madness (Belzelga)] And finally made a mark on her body.

The skill is “Animal”. That model (model) is a dog because of her temperament and the Lord's,

“Monica always rushes to smell, much like a dog.”

This is due to arbitrariness and prejudice.

Monica was not only developed by him, but also degenerated into a bottle. As the words show, she even had a magic transformation. Moreover, she was very happy, as if she had an indelible connection with him, and knew that she had done something insignificant.

“Don't tell everyone.”

So, he took her heart to be bound by himself as good, and agreed.

―― It is a rare evil.

Sure enough, the lords are the most evil and evil carers.

I think I'll hate it one day. No, I'm always doing it. The husband is the guilty party (I also hope to be talked by the anonymous clogs maid).

Monica showed her natural limbs with dog ears and tail without stint-so she approached the wooden window. In this way, I peeped into the night sky from that gap.

Sure enough, opening the window is awesome. I don't think I can see what the upper body is, even if I wait for the excretory device. But since I was spoiled by the ferocious Lord, I began to resist being seen by men other than him.

The bud of love.

Knowing this, the nefarious Lord will surely show an evil smile. Then, looking up at the night sky through the window gap, she froze.

“Ha, ha, ah …”

My throat twitches and I can't breathe.

“Ah, ah, ah …” Spastic voice.

Monica's eyes are still wide now, and then she reflects the circle in her eyes.

In the night sky, the moon.

It crushed the brilliance of the stars, scattered like pieces of glass, and floated in the air like eyes at night. Black void, black abyss. A true round moon hanging in that universe. Magic fate, magic glamour, magic feast ….

Since ancient times, the moon has been talked about together with magic.

Sex, madness.

That matches Monica's flying eyes.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah … Ah …!”

Monica's eyes with the moon, pink tongue, small chest beating up and down. Limbs are stiff, instead of human reason, and the universe enters crazily. I don't mind drooling from my tongue sticking out. The heart beats faster and the blood flows faster. The swollen and pulsating meat seems to have started to run.

Very energetic,

Limbs,

Up and down,

Full of power.

In this case, neither the lion nor the bear are eyes. Even a bite of Tyrant Grizzly Bear is enough. Everything in front is dusted off, assembled, and then,

And then-?

“Ah, ah, Des, Lord Des …”

Out of my mouth is the name of the lovely oyster. What am I doing in a place like this? Why do you want to be alone to comfort? Despite the overwhelming oysters, I want him to give everything and dominate everything.

Only the other side can prosper (Sophie Routimo).

Go further (Proust).

“Okay, I have to go …”

-Go to Lord Des's side.

The young girl's limbs trembled like spasms,

Ah, Ann! !

The window was blown away, and she danced her bare limbs into the universe. The moonlight shone on her with pale and clear light. She is, like a rabbit jumping on the moon.

-No, she's not a rabbit or something-,

Her muscles were crunching.

The strong hairs that deliberately cover the limbs stand up.

“What is this?”

Indeed as expected, it is the village of the fighting nation. Woke up instantly by the sound of broken wooden windows, and seemed to be ready to fight. But I don't have time to pester them.

I'll do it now.

Postscript!

She kicked the ground with those four feet.

Quick, quick, quick, quick,

-Start running.

She turned into a fierce flaxen wind, and in the bright moonlight, she didn't look back and ran through the back of Moire Village at full speed.

The destination is lovely, of course. His permission.

After falling in love, the four-legged beast that can't have that young body runs on the unpaved road.

Now the Lord who indulges in his mistress's flesh can't know this.

-Ah, I was a little surprised when I suddenly reached out.

However, his convenient “Chicken sense” Doesn't work when it comes to things (crises) that have nothing to do with physical life. Monica will go all out to find this place where she knows nothing.

With the attitude of a beast. ——