Chapter 27 – Chapter 27 – Pregnant Women and Lovers (1)
Hernan removed her hand from the horn of her sharpie and pulled up her pants.
Grabbing her by the horns and pulling them out of her mouth was definitely a different feeling.
She shifted her pants back and moved her gaze between her own legs.
There, the sharpie closed her eyes and munched her mouth as she tasted the regular lump he had served.
Since this is the fourth regular offer, if you give it one last time tomorrow, you will keep all five shots that you promised to bet.
“Um…”
However, if there was something strange, it was that the reaction to semen was not cool even for a mongoose who usually talks about semen or spirit.
As she gently closed her eyes and savored the texture and taste, a hint of displeasure flashed across her face, and the muscles in her neck twitched little by little, making it difficult to swallow.
“Sharpie.”
She opened her eyes and looked up at Hernán.
The sight of her respectfully on her knees and between her own legs was very erotic.
“Where do you not like? Why, every time I eat that, my expression gets worse every day.”
Of course, now that I’m already cheap, my worries outweigh my desires.
If a woman who is pregnant with her own child is unwell, she will have to be taken care of.
The sharpie was still murmuring at her, then gurgling and shaking her body.
It was a shiver more like goosebumps rather than a pleasant one.
“Eww… Is Hernan sick?”
“I’m healthy as usual.”
“How are you feeling? Aren’t you overly depressed?”
Hernan shut her mouth.
She’s in a good mood. Actually, she’s been in a bad mood ever since she was imprisoned here.
In particular, Potty’s ribs were cracked, Marina’s ability to control divine power had disappeared, and considering Silnia’s recent forced behavior, she couldn’t help but feel good.
But she didn’t want to think that it affected her condition.
“It’s not to the extent that it interferes with my daily life.”
“Okay?”
The sharpie wrapped her arms around her belly to see if she felt sick to her stomach.
“Hernan Semen… The first time she ate it, it was really sweet and delicious.”
“I think semen is sweet.”
Hernán scolded her, but crouched down, leveling her eyes with Sharpie.
“Are you really okay? I don’t know if she knows about her demonic body, but should I ask her saintess to treat her?”
“No.”
The demon king smiled smirkingly as usual.
“I have more questions than that. Isn’t it exactly the sexual desire suppression magic that was put on Hernan’s head?”
“Huh.”
Hernan nodded her head, looking to see if Sharpie was forcing herself to be okay.
“This is what I felt while sucking Ernang’s side these days, it seemed a little different from the magic I knew.”
The Sharpie, who could access the magic imprinted on the other person’s body through her sexual act, seemed to sense something was wrong.
“What is different?”
“I wonder if it’s more complicated than I knew. Of course, sexual desire suppression magic is a new magic that has only been developed for about 10 years. That’s why it hasn’t been standardized yet, so it might be something I don’t know about.”
Hernan remembered the time when the royal mage cast that spell on his head.
When Hernan asked which crazy wizard’s head this kind of magic came from, the person said that he didn’t even know.
They just informed me that it had been developed simultaneously by several Mage Towers several years ago and is now being integrated.
“I don’t know what Ernan’s lover bet on all these things.”
“Don’t say too bad…”
Hernán would have resolutely rebuked normally, but he didn’t feel like it for some reason, so he just blurted out his words.
“Anyway, the exact one requires a lot of mana, so I don’t know. Well, you can find out slowly.”
She laughed out loud as she said that.
She seemed quite amused that there were many days to mix her body with Hernán.
“Should I just take the 5th shot now?”
“Now?”
Hernán thought it would be lunch soon.
And she felt that she would be good enough for today.
Sharpie waggled her tail even when she saw Hernán’s flinching reaction, and she crouched down on her back to her floor.
“Let’s try one more time. Then I’ll know if her taste is wrong or if Hernán’s physical condition is wrong.”
“I am really fine.”
Hernán made her denial, but she let the sharpie pull down her pants.
She tells her that her regular intake is also part of her survival, so to some extent she can afford it herself.
If you take it from somewhere other than the pubic area, the effect will be reduced, so you will need a lot.
“Ugh!”
But Sharpie pulls her pants down and pulls her body back abruptly at the smell of semen.
“Sharpie?”
Hernan was surprised by the reaction and she grabbed her by the shoulder.
“What’s the matter? Are you really sick?”
“… Room.”
“What?”
“Wow, bathroom!”
Sharpie hastily covered her mouth and jumped up.
Hernán pulled up her pants and followed her out.
In the living room, Silnia was the only one sitting in a daze.
She watched the Sharpie run away, then turned to the sight of someone flying behind her.
“Hernan?”
Little by little, the usual energy returned to her blurry eyes.
“What else did you do in the demon king’s room? Why is that bitch running into the bathroom?”
The harsh tone and reaction she always showed.
Hernán thought that she was showing it on purpose, and she moved her steps.
“I don’t know either. And speak kindly.”
In response to Hernán’s reaction, which she always showed, Sil Nia showed her grunt reaction, which she often showed.
Please don’t lose your energy like that.
She hurried to the bathroom, trying to erase her last tear from her mind.
“Uweeeeek!”
Scary to enter, the loud vomit of the Sharpie filled the bathroom.
“Ooh, ooh!”
It seemed like he was trying to put up with it, but it was a sound that could not help but burst out.
Hernán violently opened the door to the compartment containing the sharpie.
When I opened the door, I saw Sharpie squatting in front of her toilet.
She was vomiting relentlessly, her horn hanging over the edge of her toilet bowl and her hand resting beside it.
Hernán walked over to her side and patted her on the back to help her calm down.
However, Sharpie vomited her insides for a long time.
“Whoa. I thought it would turn inside out.”
Sharpie closed the toilet lid feeling slightly emaciated.
“Is it because you ate food that didn’t suit your taste?”
The food the party ate recently was the elven-style vegetarian food served the day after sleeping with Silnia, and the aristocratic food served after that.
Both were foods that were far from the stimulating foods that were on the demon king’s diet.
“No. I don’t really like food.”
“Then isn’t your health bad because of the pregnancy?”
Sharpie smiled and tapped Hernan between the legs.
“It’s morning sickness.”
At the mention of her morning sickness, Hernán put on an absurd expression.
That’s because morning sickness usually comes from eating food, not from eating semen.
However, if you look at it closely, semen is one of the types of food for the dreamer, so it didn’t seem wrong.
“Black… You can’t eat semen anymore?”
Shapi cried and clung to Hernán’s chest.
For a moment, Hernán thought that Sharpie was really saddened by the crisis of his survival.
Thanks to this, in Hernan’s head, the search for a solution was carried out in disarray.
What should I do at a time like this?
Should I appease you first?
Can’t find another semen?
The right to wish comes out only after giving birth, so I can’t use it right away.
It was a difficult problem the more I thought about it.
Besides, she also had a child of her own in her tummy, which made her even more troubled.
“Oh, I’m out of power.”
Anxiety grew at the sound of her limp Sharpie voice.
“Blood, can’t it be absorbed by applying it to the skin?”
Hernan broke into a cold sweat and carefully hugged the sharpie in her arms.
“Hernan. There is only one way for me to live.”
Still, Sharpie himself seems to know the proper way.
Hernan was at least relieved and asked her how.
“Tell me quickly. I should try it before I put too much strain on my body.”
“Are you going to do anything?”
It was for a moment, but I felt uncomfortable.
But Hernán was more in a hurry with the woman in front of her, so she hurried to a solution.
Sharpie lifted one eye, glanced at Hernan’s face, and opened her mouth.
“Leave it behind me.”
“Back what?”
“If you can’t put it through her mouth, you have to put it through the hole underneath.”
“But she said that the saintess shouldn’t be in her early pregnancy?”
“I know that.”
Sharpie grabbed Hernan’s hand with an enthusiastic expression.
Following her guidance, Hernan’s hand arrived at Sharpie’s buttock.
“Not the hole where the baby comes out, but somewhere else.”
Hernan’s face turned bright red.
“That’s not a hole to put in.”
“It’s prejudice.”
Red hearts sparkled in Sharpie’s eyes.
Her slender hand pressed Hernán’s hand tightly.
Her demon lord’s buttocks, pressed in the shape of her own hand, overflowed with her elasticity.
“A very bad prejudice that prevents new pleasures.”
Sharpie’s face flushed with anticipation.
Looking at her like this, she thought that she was definitely a dreamer.
A woman who had lost her strength because she had regurgitated everything that was in her stomach just moments ago was completely overpowering a normal man.
A smile came across her sharpie’s face as Hernán began to grab her own ass by herself.
And that smile hardened just as it was.
Sensing her strangeness and not even giving her a chance to ask why, the Sharpie hastily shut her own mouth.
Hernan also realized her situation and hurriedly pushed her into the toilet.
“Oooh!”
* * *
Eventually, Sharpie lay down on the bed.
Hernán asked if she should eat something, but she refused, saying that tomorrow she would collect some rice semen in her intestines.
With the saying that absorption is better that way.
Hernan had heard of cases where she occasionally had anal sex.
But, to be honest, she didn’t expect much.
It was also a socially taboo act, and above all, there was no way Karine would do it.
Hernán finished her thoughts and opened her mouth to her lover.
“Karine. It’s mealtime soon, so let’s go out.”
Even though Hernán had come to call, she was still looking at the top of the drawer next to her bed.
“Carine? Let’s stop.”
The sharpie said she would take care of her meal herself when she later calmed down her stomach.
Instead, he came to take Carine, who hadn’t come out of the room yet, into the living room.
“Huh. I’m leaving, so wait a minute.”
Hernán’s lover opened his mouth while looking at the two roses in the water bottle.
Her roses had been planted for quite some time, and her withering was evident.
A red rose in particular had dropped half of her petals and was dying.
In contrast, the black rose maintained its original appearance, perhaps because the ink had hardened.
At the end, thinking that only that black rose might continue to settle in the water bottle, Hernán went over to her carine side.
A little chat isn’t a bad option if you don’t plan on leaving right away.
And Hernán had a lot to ask of her.
“Are you really confident to send Sylnia back to the forest?”
“The southern elven forest is under the influence of the kingdom. She wouldn’t dare refuse an order to accept Silnia.”
“But that… It’s only while you’re alive.”
What I was originally trying to say was that it’s only possible if you become king.
“Aren’t you worried about a point that is too far away? And after I get out of here, if I ascend the throne, I will be on the throne for at least 30 years. In the meantime, Silnia needs to restore her relationship with the elves of her hometown.”
“But when we get out of here, Sylnia…”
I couldn’t finish talking.
Will her Silnia, who will take a child of her own, be able to reconcile with elven society?
She has already been kicked out of the woods once because of that character.
She couldn’t be certain that Silnia, who had a huge flaw that couldn’t be erased, would get along with the elves safely.
And it felt heavy on her own shoulders that had left her flaws.
“L.”
Karine took Hernán’s hand and pulled him to her bed.
Soon the lovers, sitting side by side on the edge of the bed, were looking at her rose together.
“Can you focus on me?”
“I’m already doing it.”
Hernán immediately replied.
“Focus a little more.”
She seemed to be asking her to look at her own face, but instead of her, Hernán fixed her gaze on her red rose, which was dropping her petals again.
“I will take care of Silnia and Marina after I get out of here. Couldn’t I instead look forward to spending time with you after I leave?”
An honor to go out and receive.
The power to get out there.
Assuming to go out…
Prospects for her future with Hernán flowed out of Karine’s mouth one by one.
She seemed to have no doubt that Hernán would walk into that future with her.
“Let’s have children as soon as we get married.”
It was when she and Karine formally became lovers and even the words she often said came out.
Hernan involuntarily opened his mouth.
“What are you going to do with Fortina Sharpie?”
“A wizard and a demon king?”
A slight cacophony intervened in her low-pitched voice.
“I know both of them. Why do you ask that?”
Unlike when simply referring to Silnia or Marina, her words sprouted thorns.
Hernán answered, noting the difference.
“Forty already got what he wanted here.”
“You just need to give me a bigger lab than here. If it doesn’t fill the castle, you can set it up as a royal mage or the head of a suitable mage tower.”
Carine held Hernán’s hand again.
Her hand trembled slightly before she grabbed it, but her trembling dissipated as she felt Hernán’s body heat.
“And the Demon King.”
The hero did not hide his hostility.
“In the first place, we were here to punish the demon king. Why are you worried about her business?”
This time, it was Hernan’s turn to shake.
Carine squeezed the power of his grip.
“Just because we stay together for a while doesn’t mean our relationship with the demon king will fundamentally change.”
When there was no answer, the hero gently pulled Hernán’s face.
Instead of the red rose that had lost her color, Karine’s blue eyes were visible.
“Put me first. I also put you first. Didn’t you forget?”
These are the words they shared when Hernán agreed to help her when she was younger.
Hernán opened his mouth little by little, looking at his lover’s eyes that seemed to be sucked in.
“Okay…”
She answered, ignoring the slight headache.
Karine woke up satisfied.
“If possible, let’s not talk about the things we shared now.”
He didn’t tell me why.
Hernan woke up and followed her out of her room first.
When the blue eyes disappeared, Sharpie’s red heart eyes came to mind.
It was a very strange eye.
Can we always see love in the eyes that symbolize affection?
Hernán went out thinking about what to feed Sharpie, who was suffering from morning sickness.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to use the kitchen she talked about in her wish book.
For her future pregnancy.
