Chapter 160 – Taffy (10)
“What?”
The frog-like man twisted his face. Wings sprouted from his back, and blades sprouted from his hands and feet. He shouted with a forceful look on his face, as if he could take down at least one of me wearing sloppy armor.
“Crazy man! You right now… !”
“It’s okay.”
And No. 13 spoke in a firm tone. She was still blushing with pleasure, her breath dripping from her mouth, but her voice had authority. The man looked back at No. 13 with a puzzled face and said.
“But, lady. Aren’t you the one who did the bad thing? It’s only right to cut off your limbs and kick them out! I’ll hit the sashimi right away!”
“Let them come. Evan. My friend. My love.”
“It’s not possible! Miss! A guy like that would definitely play with the lady… !”
As No. 13 stirred his hand, the man’s body ricocheted off like bullets. The man who bounced and rolled across the large room really trembled like a frog and tried to get himself up, but his eyes turned white and he collapsed. Sophia poked the man in the cheek and noticed that he was alive.
While Sophia brought the cloth to tie, Number 13 walked over to me. She took off her helm and carefully unwrapped her armor from her awkward standing.
Every time I pressed the linkage, the roughly fitted armor poured out, and within a few seconds I was naked. Number 13 hugged me while wiping away the tears. The smell of me wafted through her thin dress. It was the result of hours of pussy poking while asleep.
No. 13 said.
“Evan… Really, really. Did you keep thinking of me?”
“Of course.”
I stroked her back. No. 13 twitched her ass as I moved my hand. Semen trickled down between his legs, and his face was full of happiness.
“Evan… Really, really. Won’t you leave me Aren’t I leaving?”
Her insecurities were still there, but not as obsessed with me as before. I kissed Number 13 on the forehead and nodded her head.
“Of course.”
“Really?”
“Then.”
“Can you read me too? Hug me and go to sleep?”
I nodded.
Every time I affirmed, No. 13 stomped her feet again with her tears dripping. Between her and me, white drops and transparent drops alternated between her and she dripped. I pressed my hard erect cock into her fissure, and the pretty straight mound spread slightly from side to side, pressed by the weight of my glans.
“Evan… !”
No. 13 was even closer to my body. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and cupped her ass with both hands. Hot breath escaped from her mouth as I ran my hand down her ass and ran my fingers through her cunt. A faint smell of blood mixed with a sweet scent came out.
A body odor that excites me. He stuck out his tongue and pushed her body against the wall. The difference in strength between her and mine was clear, she said, but No. 13 followed as I moved. She said, baring her fangs.
“Evan… ! Nana… ! Evan’s servant… ! I want to be… ! Live with Evan… ! Evan’s family… ! I’ll see you… !”
“I’ll make it right away… !”
Number 13 was pulling up her skirt. The cracks in her that she had stabbed time and time again felt a little more enchanting at this moment. Upright, she was facing me, her red eyes full of anticipation.
I stood facing No. 13 and shoved her cock between her thighs. Number 13, who was facing me with her heels erect, felt the touch of his cock thrusting into her womb, and her feet trembled. With her back straight, she held her head up and exhaled.
Her hands holding her skirt were trembling, but as if she wouldn’t let go, the tips turned an unusual white color.
“Ah… ! Sorry… ! Under… ! Aang… ! Ahhh… !”
Number 13 moaned. Her shoulders slumped and she kept leaning forward or leaning her body against me as if she were about to fall. When we forced them to raise their heads to meet each other’s faces, their eyes wandered, their faces red like carrots.
“Evan… ! Ah… ! Ah… ! Evan… !”
Saying that, #13 clung to me. I grabbed her legs and lifted her up. Number 13 clung to me like a cicada, wrapping her legs around me. Both hands grabbed my shoulders and kissed my neck again and again.
I turned her head and kissed her on the lips. They dodged between her sharp teeth, intertwined their tongues, and rubbed their mucous membranes as they shared saliva.
“Ah… ! Ah… ! Aww!”
Once again, issue 13 reached its peak. I had to take a deep breath as my hands and legs squeezed my body. Number 13 kept calling my name.
“Evan… ! Evaan… ! Nana… !”
I hugged her tighter. Even though I couldn’t hold her as tightly as she did, I held her with the strongest force I could. The two of us were dimly reflected in the window, and the setting sun was fading.
As I stabbed #13’s womb, I whispered love, and #13 reached its climax with every word I spat. Again and again, the walls of my vagina squeezed my cock tight, wanting to ejaculate, and I spurted semen hard enough to make me dizzy.
“Aaaaa!”
Number 13 was screaming as it reached its climax. Tears and semen glistened in the light like stars in the night sky. Sofia was strapping the frog-like man tight, and I gritted my teeth and continued to push my cock.
Like an overflowing water pipe, I continued to pour out my semen. The source of magical power with cracks trembled and resisted, but as #13 accepted me, the shield melted.
“Ah… ! Ah… !”
What does it feel like to be a servant? Number 13’s body sagged, and my tattoo was engraved on her belly. As I put Number 13 back in her coffin, she was stroking her belly with her satisfied face. After the affair, the genitals were glistening with an obscene light, and night was coming. I sat down next to her and Number 13 beckoned to me.
I said.
“It’s narrow.”
“Therefore.”
Number 13 fluttered her hand as if asking for a quick hug. I jumped into her arms, and No. 13 deftly laid me down next to her coffin. The floor of the coffin was muddy and musty, but it was soft and warm. No. 13 and I lay facing each other, making eye contact, giggling and playing with our hands.
I said.
“Are you going to sleep like this? Is it night?”
“Read me a book.”
No. 13 said that and waved her hand. Books spilled out of the bookshelf in the corner of the room. Are there fairy tales that you have been wanting to read? From luxurious hardcovers covered in gold leaf to tattered old books, it seemed as if he had brought all the books with fairy tales written on them.
Books piled up around us like a castle. I blinked and looked at the books, and No. 13 said with a proud face.
“Read it. Singly.”
“Even if I stay up all night, it won’t be enough.”
“One book a day is fine.”
As No. 13 said, she took out a book. It was a rather thick story. A story about a knight saving a princess. I giggled when I saw the title.
“Because I really like this kind of story.”
“I like that Evan read it.”
No. 13 said that and nodded her head. I opened the book and was about to read the first sentence when I suddenly heard a cough.
“Uh, that… ! Master. Where do I sleep Do you feel like you’re getting in the way if you stay here?”
Number 13 frowned at her, but smiled again at Sophia’s words. She said, opening her door wide.
“Room next door. There is.”
“Ah, then excuse me-!”
Sophia dragged the bound man and disappeared. Now, only me and number 13 are left in the room. Number 13 put her head on my thighs with bright eyes. The way she blinked her eyes and looked at me with a face full of anticipation was like going back in time.
I opened the book feeling my heart swell. Those days. When I was happy with No. 13 and No. 5, I felt like I was back in those memories. I was meeting someone I would never be able to meet again and doing something I would never be able to do again.
Magical moments destroy emotions. I tried to read the text calmly, but it didn’t go my way.
“Once upon a time, an adventurous knight…”
I stopped reading and took a deep breath. No. 13 said while wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Evan. You can’t cry. Now it is full of happy things.”
“Know… ! I know… !”
I nodded. And I tried to smile somehow. As No. 13 said, there are only really good things now. A bright future is surely waiting for us.
Because everyone can live like that.
“…In that way, the wonderful knight and the princess got married. The two lived happily ever after.”
Like a fairy tale