Chapter 22 – Genoa Made Sense
Talion was quick-witted and a very clever horse.
However, even that Talion could not easily understand the situation unfolding right in front of his eyes.
Originally, Talion was a fairly well-bred horse.
Unlike other horses, from birth, he had white fur without any blemishes, and had a golden mane as beautiful as gold.
Thanks to this, Talion naturally realized that humans loved him far more than other horses.
It was when Talion was just one year old that he met his owner, Genoa.
Her owner her, who had golden hair like her own her, naturally behaved with people much larger than her.
Talion, who was smart, quickly checked the ranks among humans and noticed that his owner his, a girl named Genoa, had a fairly high status.
Since then, Talion’s life has always been peaceful.
He didn’t dare ride on his back unless it was his owner girl his, and he could feel that the girl was happy with his behavior his.
Perhaps because of the girl’s orders her, the other humans watched Talion’s eyes and brought him very fresh food.
It was only a few days ago that Talion’s life began to change.
It was only after the girl, who had gone on a long trip to the somehow filthy town, handed over her reins to her countryman.
As usual, Talion tried to knock the countryman off his back.
Of course, he would have to injure the human riding on his back a bit of him, but he had never had a problem with it until now.
“How dare you, son of a beast!”
She lifted her legs and twisted with vigor, but her countryman held on to Talion’s back her.
Rather, Talion’s heart his froze, and it only spewed out a vicious killing blow.
Talion, who was born in a stable in the Ecliptic, had never met a beast before, but he wondered if this was what he feared when he encountered the beasts he had heard from other horses.
Instinctive fear that you don’t understand with your head.
Talion’s modest attitude his that day was solely due to his survival instinct his.
‘Hee hee.’
But Talion could n’t understand why the man and his mistress had come to visit him late at night.
What’s more, the hostess, who always looked noble, had even taken off her clothes that were covering her body of her.
If it had been that, Talion might have somehow understood the situation and moved on.
Unlike the skin attached to his own body his, humans were able to change the skin called clothes at will.
Perhaps, the human species had no idea that the season of molting had arrived.
“Hee hee! I, I am the hero, hee hee hee… I want to burn… Hee hee!”
However, seeing Genoa crawling on all fours while imitating his own cries was beyond Talion’s understanding of his.
**
Turn back the time, late at night.
As promised to the hero, Genoa did not set up a vigil that day.
She searched for her warrior’s tent, fully feeling her own wet crotch in her.
It was because he could n’t imagine what he would do to himself for deliberately killing all of his men.
‘Sir, can’t it be that they’re putting cocks in among the other tents?’
It occurred to her that if her men found out about her, she would rather die with a knife.
However, on the contrary, just imagining being caught being raped by her subordinates her, her thrilling pleasure her stimulated Genoa’s brain strongly.
“… Warrior. This is Genoa.”
Genoa stood in front of the warrior’s tent and said so politely.
Even thinking about it, an incredibly polite tone flowed from Genoa’s mouth in her.
While Genoa was surprised by his own transformation of his, he felt a strange pleasure at the sight of himself surrendering to the hero.
‘Could this be the heart of a woman in love?’
Someone might have said, “What kind of crazy sound is this?”, But Genoa sincerely thought that.
For Genoa, who had never been in love properly, she could not help but be convinced that this crazy sensation that excites her all day long was love.
“What about your subordinates?”
The warrior who came out of the tent with that indifferent face asked Genoa.
Genoa blushed, and she was telling the hero that her men had been put away.
“Good. Let’s go.”
The hero grabbed Genoa’s hand and led her somewhere.
At her sudden touch her, Genoa felt her own heart pounding as if it were out of order.
It was to where her warriors dragged her her, her stables her with Talion and other horses.
Genoa tilted her head as she looked at the hero who had dragged her to an unexpected place.
And that moment.
A beautiful drama was created in her head.
‘Come to think of it, Talion is the medium that connected the hero and me…’
It wasn’t at all, but she had already turned her happy circuit, and Genoa was distorting even her own intact memories of her.
A proposal in front of a white horse.
It wasn’t anything special, but I wondered if she had something tasteful about it.
‘Ah, where will we get married then? No, will your father approve? But since you’re a hero… No. No, Genoa. Are you going to be satisfied with just this guy? What a satisfaction! What other cock satisfies me more than this? How many children do you have? No, maybe she already got her pregnant…’
Her genoa’s head her spins wildly, while her champion her watches her silently.
Then, the hero who looked at Talion and Genoa’s face her alternately began to move her body her slowly.
The hero’s fingertips were headed towards Genoa’s hair on her.
The hero grabbed Genoa by the hair of her and whispered in her ear of her.
“Tell me honestly, didn’t you envy that horse foal?”
“… To?”
“Are you excited to see your horse grabbed by the mane before? Isn’t that why you keep asking me to hold your hair?”
**
“Oh, that can’t be… No, is that so?”
At my words, Genoa looked at me with her blank eyes and asked.
Genoa herself seems to be unable to properly grasp her own feelings of her.
I looked at Genoa, who was confused, and let out her smirk.
She must have gotten to the spectators anyway, because she had no reason to delay the show any longer.
“Take it off, Genoa.”
“… Yes.”
Even though Majang is a bit far from the camp where the soldiers are staying, Genoa started taking off her clothes without hesitation at my command her.
Of course, she hesitated now and then, glancing towards the camp, but for some reason, it was Genoa whose hands seemed to get even more excited every time she hesitated.
“Actually, you are not a bitch.”
“… That, then?”
“I think you wanted to be like that horse you always cherished so much.”
At my words, Genoa tilted her head with an expression of incomprehension.
I looked at Genoa with a frustrated expression and spoke out as if spitting out.
“Tell me. Whether you want me to ride you or the foal.”
“Huh…”
At my words her, Genoa let out a strange moan as he looked at her words her and my face her with a hazy expression.
A look that excited her to be the object of her comparison her with her horse her, which she only rode herself.
I twisted her thighs and asked Genoa, who looked at me, kindly with her smile on her face.
“Answer me, Genoa.”
“… Of course, I want you to ride me.”
“Okay?”
At my words, Genoa hurriedly nodded her head.
For a moment, her appearance she seemed a little cute, but I had no intention of forgiving her for just that.
“Then get on all fours, so I can ride.”
“Oh okay.”
At my words her, Genoa knelt down on her knees, just as she had done during the day, and lay on her floor like a bitch, sticking out her hips.
Well, it was a pretty exciting picture even in that state, but I wanted a little more unconventional stimulation.
“Genoa. Aren’t her horses taller than dogs?”
“Ah…”
Genoa understood my meaning at once, and with her legs pinned, she pressed herself to the ground and showed me her cunt.
Her arms are shorter than her legs her, so she looks a little unstable.
But that’s why the excited Genoa’s cunt was more visible.
“Boo, please. Rather than the horse over there, please ride that Genoa, hero.”
“Okay? Is that what you want?”
I asked her back, stroking her Genoa’s cunt her, which was in the perfect position to reach her.
A situation where water drips from an already wet pussy.
As I pushed her finger in her, I felt her cunt her, having experienced a man once, squeeze my finger hard.
“Haha… Haaa… I, I am more pleased with the hero than those words… Hmmm!”
“Genoa, you should cry like a horse.”
“Hee hee… Genoa pussy tastes better than words, warrior. Hee hee!”
I slowly unbuttoned her pants as I watched Genoa imitate the words she cherished.
He said that his own pussy her was delicious, but it was because he thought it was his duty his as a warrior to taste it.
