Chapter 257 – It Can’t Be Better (7)
He placed the knife carefully on the fluffy drawers. I wanted to take it off and fuck it, but Emilia insisted on having sex like this. They say it’s to suit my taste for Suin, but isn’t this fucking racist? What’s the difference between painting your face black to have sex with someone who’s married to a black man?
However, I wasn’t one to mess with the atmosphere in front of a table that I didn’t want to hear. She seemed to be in a good mood thinking that she matched my mood, and I could touch her cunt her like that, so would n’t it be a good business for everyone? With a lettering knife, I carefully began tearing through her drawers.
“Ha… Can I make a goat noise?”
“Do not.”
I flatly refused and ripped out the drawers. Through the thin cracks, Emilia’s pink flesh was visible. I tried to make the drawers hole easier for me to put in, then put her fingers in and looked. It’s hairless, but when I put my fingers inside the drawers, it felt like I was touching a really hairy cunt.
“Haha…!”
Emilia shuddered and shook her hips, even though she only had her fingers in. I slowly moved her finger her back and forth to see her reaction her. Emilia’s inner flesh bit my fingers with a tightness uncharacteristic of a married woman, and wriggled as if not wanting to let go.
I inserted another finger and ran it along the press of the vaginal wall. As I bend, Emilia either raises her head and stares at the ceiling, or squeezes her thighs and lifts her ass.
She was a beast now. A beast in search of pleasure. She put her face on the desk in her office and wiggled her hips around to flirt with me. I looked closely at her drawers and saw that there was a tail curled up at the tailbone of her buttocks of her.
Noticing that I was carefully looking at my panties, Emilia said.
“It was made to order. Heh ugh…”
The bastard who ordered this must be looking around because he wants to spread the word about the grand duke’s taste, right? I got up from my seat and pressed Emilia down. I undid the belt of my priest pants, rubbing my crotch against her raised ass her. The stiff erect penis she seemed to prove that I was a bestial insect. But I wasn’t a bestiality. It’s just that the woman I’m having a relationship with now pretends to be a goat. There was a very big difference between the two.
“Ah… Sorry… ! Came in… Finally!”
Emilia let out her exclamation in delight and gasped. My cock her dug deep into her vagina her and pounded her cervix her. Every time I moved her waist deeply, Emilia let out a strange moan as she rubbed her face on her desk her.
“Ugh… ! Ugh! Ugh! Great… Like this… Can’t really feel…”
Won’t you fall behind again? But wouldn’t it be okay to say that I’m healthier than before? I refrained from violent movements and moved her waist slowly, in the hope that she would not die. Vaginal folds tightened me violently, urging me to ejaculate. Emilia looked back at me with her thighs clamped tightly together, staring at me with her longing eyes.
“More… Please make it stronger. Like this… It’s tantalizing… I do not like it.”
“Ah… So, that…”
“Please. I want to feel more…”
That way I didn’t have to hesitate. I grabbed her hips and held her back tight. With just one stroke of the piston, she collapsed with a groaning scream.
“Haha!”
But I can’t stop here. I believed in her health of her and began to move her lower back at a faster and stronger pace. I couldn’t hear the flesh clashing because it was being driven over my furry panties, but I could still hear the muddy water coming from between my crotches.
Squeak squeak squeak
“Haha! 100 million! Ugh! ぅ… ! Joe, ok…! Ugh… ! 100 million… ! Sorry… !”
Are you okay? Will you really be okay? Isn’t this really all of a sudden? There is a big fucking difference between premeditated killing and accidental liver killing. The former is something I can’t get caught on, but the latter is something that could really get fucked. Feeling scared, I relaxed my back again and slowed down.
“Keuk… Ugh… It’s okay, it’s okay… Mood… Great… More… Please hit me harder… Ah…!”
She grinned as she let out her dying groans. I was a little scared, but I sped up again. Don’t you say it’s okay If you say it’s okay, it’s okay to not know. I started shaking my waist vigorously enough to make a popping sound even on the drawers.
“Ouch! Aww! 100 million! Ugh! Ok! Aww! Queue! Oops!”
Her moaning was also going toward death. Emilia stretched her hand out in the air and closed her eyes, then gasped for breath again and smirked. Are you really dying? She kept reaching out her hand into the air as if she could see her kaleidoscope in her. In contrast, she was squeezing my cock tightly.
“Ahhh… Ahhh…!”
“Oops!”
Just as she was about to let out her climaxed moan, I ejaculated the cum. Sensing my circumstances, Emilia arched her waist and let out a scream-like groan.
“Ah, aaaaa!”
And she fell flat. I too pulled my cock out of Emilia’s cunt and let out a sigh at her. Emilia collapsed on her desk in her office, her body limp. I sat down on her floor and looked at her. Emilia didn’t even move the slightest as she kept her hips sticking out. Her intermittent tremors were like rigor mortis.
“Sir, what the fuck? Emilia? Emilia?”
I went over to her, started by her. Emilia was croaking with her eyes closed.
“Ah… Oh my gosh…ぅ… Knock… Damn…”
“Fuck! Fuck you! Crazy bitch! Heel! Heel! Heel!”
Heels once again. Vitality returned to the whole body, and the heart, which was on the verge of stopping, started beating again. It did not take long to revive Emilia, who experienced her second kaleidoscope her in her life.
Emilia, who had recovered much faster than last time, was looking at me with an even more ecstatic expression. She straightened her clothes and sat down at her desk in her office her, looking at me. Her face was still flushed, but she had the grace of an aristocratic woman.
“Whoops… Mr Lucius. Also, it’s only you. I’ve never felt this way while having sex with my husband. As expected, you are the only one who gives me the pleasure that makes my heart stop, Lucius.”
He must have been a very good husband. Was it possible for her not to kill and have sex with a woman like this. It was clear to Emilia that she thought that her near-death experience was something akin to hallucinations from her love her or a highly conditioned pleasure. She said, holding my hand.
“Lucius. Did you come to be my husband again this time?”
“No. I have a job to go to the northern mountains. You know Emilia. That I was already married.”
“You can come to the North as it is. It doesn’t matter if I’m your second wife. I’ll build a church for Daecheonsingyo, and I can pretend to be a prisoner every day. I’ll also put on scales. They say they love mermaids and beastmen, but I can put up with that much.”
Is it because he knew that my first wife was a mermaid? Emilia’s proposal was tempting at first glance, but when she listened closely, there was nothing good about her. If I quit being her lord her and came here, she would n’t make Emilia my wife. She made me the husband of the Grand Duke of the North. This made a pretty big difference.
From then on, it was said that my routine was subordinated to Emilia’s. If Elsina, Selu, or Eve were allowed to live in the north, where hatred of different races reached its peak, they might really die.
In addition, the northern part was the worst place to explore dungeons or visit Ahildern. There was no reason for me to abandon all these advantages and go to the north.
“How is it? Lucius.”
“Sorry. Emilia. Although I love you, I cannot abandon my people and go up.”
I said that as I kissed her. As Emilia felt sorry for her, she smiled and stroked my collarbone. But I had no intention of falling for a racist charm. Because she was an extreme discriminator who she considered talking goats and beastmen on the same level.
“A person like the wind. Will you still come often? I will always be waiting for you.”
“Absolutely. Emilia. Because I really like you.”
I said as I stroked her hair on her. And in my heart I thought: Next time, I’ll put a checkpoint in front of Artie’s cave and move there. This woman Rice cakes are really good, but they have power and affection for me, so it was annoying to stick to them even more.
“I’ll come visit you sometime. Can’t we do that?”
I asked. It was a terribly shameless request, but Emilia said with a sad smile.
“My greed wants more, but I have to put up with it. That… Because that was the relationship. But please know. Lucius. That I am always waiting for you.”
“Of course I know. Emilia. I will always remember you.”
I stroked her cheek and took her hand her and came downstairs. A bashful smile hung over her face her. I hugged her once more as she complained that she had to go back to work. Emilia took my embrace and left with a smile full of her joy.
Downstairs, the knight commander was sitting on a chair and taking a break. He was a stout, greasy-looking man like Robin. Long mustache and angular face. It was the impression of being very active in NTR, to the point where I had the urge to kill without even realizing it. He looked at me with deep eyes and said.
“Ah, Priest Peta Lucius. Isn’t it How did you end the conversation with our grand duke?”
“Yes. It was.”
“This is the first time the Grand Duke has such a bright expression. It seems you really like the priest.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. When I first came to this northern part, the Archduke was fighting this northern part alone. Whenever he encountered ridiculous demands from local residents or forced trades from merchants, he would reveal his soft heart and wipe away tears in his office .”
She was called the Iron Lady, but she was still a tender person. I nodded her head and made a pitiful expression.
“What the Grand Duke cherished like a treasure was the portrait of the head priest. Thank you for coming here, so… I’m thinking thanks. The Grand Duke is now an indispensable person in the North.”
“Okay.”
I’m going to go see Artie.
