Chapter 366 – 36. Goyowol (6)
It was a rare reward.
It was a conclusion reached after a long period of investigation and careful consideration. The overwhelming pleasure that hit me like a tidal wave momentarily interrupted my immersion, but my innate mind and body comparable to that of a superhuman eventually gave me some peace of mind.
“Ah, this is good.”
It was an energy that would be better described as injected rather than radiated. As the slave dancers who served him had told him, he was freely expressing his desires and suddenly became aware of reality. He realized that he was crushing his half-sister under him and eating her.
Sister Mar.
It corrupted her with her devout faith, as befits a secular nun. She immediately broke the premarital chastity that she had so diligently maintained. Even his body, which was as pale as the Four Seasons Stone and too precious to be offered to a mere heavenly god, was being trampled.
“The taste of cumming into the womb of my precious sister is no joke. Of course, since I am a virgin who has never had an affair with anyone, I cannot help but feel more of a sense of conquest.”
She massaged the breasts she was holding in both hands with all her might. He pinched, twisted, and pulled her nipples to see her reaction. Still, since it was my first experience, I thought I might need to exercise some restraint, but guess what?
It was unlucky.
The benevolent and benevolent expression on my sister’s face was already filled with spiritual fulfillment. Although she had tears in her eyes, her spirit was clearly filled with ecstasy. To the point where I follow every word that Rom utters, considering it as a revelation.
“It’s really special to turn the relationship around with the girl who always nags me.”
“Ugh, haha… !”
“Open your mouth, so I can spit.”
“Huh, yes…”
She dribbled out thick saliva and fed it. When she couldn’t find any sign of refusal even after repeating this for a couple of times, this time she tried a light hand strike.
Wow!
The desirable breasts were hit hard. The skin, which was already red from excitement, soon left clear marks. Nevertheless, the only thing Marguerite could utter was a prayer that she would obey with all her might in response to a tickling moan.
“Thank you, Junie…”
It was truly an exciting moment. I discovered an unexpected seductiveness in my honest half-sister. It was too stimulating an experience to go through in the midst of an outburst of lust, and as a result, Rom felt the need to take a break.
That was why the hand that was massaging my sister’s body suddenly grabbed the neck of the dancers next to me.
“Kukheup, Kellook…” … !”
“Ugh, ugh…” … !”
The two slaves, startled by the strangulation without warning, had to make a hard effort not to dare grab his arms. The act of wiggling ten fingers and resisting the instinct for survival really stimulated a dark sense of conquest.
Where in the world would you find such loyal females?
That’s how perfect Gayatri and Claudia’s teaching assistants were. It’s not that they weren’t, they were truly subjugated beings. Considering that he was deprived of even the right to breathe, instead of fighting back, he obediently waited for the owner’s actions.
But what kind of harmony is this?
Rom let go of the two before he almost fainted. Even so, he still stood at attention and a bit down on her salute, and with a slightly relaxed grip, he grabbed the nape of his sister’s neck. I tried to enjoy it when I saw him shaking in shock, but I ended up facing him.
“Huh, haa… !”
Marguerite’s eyebrows trembled. I suffered from the grip that grabbed my delicate hair and forced it so hard that it made a snapping sound. What is noteworthy is that her hands were politely directed to her lower abdomen.
A heart, a gesture of willingness to offer up this woman’s womb.
That was fanaticism. It was a faith offered by a sister who was born again as a believer of her half-brother. It was a pledge that I would not forget my obedience and respect for you even if I had to stand at the crossroads of life and death.
“Look at this cheeky bitch…”
This was not the attitude of a female who was only experiencing it for the first time. Marguerite Dior, like Oriane Lemohan in her previous life, had a hidden temperament. Her affection for her younger brother and her lewdness blossomed with a few conditions.
It was spring at this moment.
Sloak, slosh!
There was no need to say that it was an unbearable change of behavior. The Baron, who had strangled his provocative sister by the collar, lifted her waist again for that reason. He took away the chastity of the female who was repeating the Lord like a parrot until her womb was overflowing with hot seed.
“Ugh, ah, haaah… !”
It was a rough and violent mill. Even if I closed my eyes and lost my mind, it continued. The delicate entrance to the baby’s home became a button that let out ugly cries every time it was poked. Don’t hesitate to save face on this topic.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.
A round of etiquette training was provided. Every time he fucked her, he tightly bound and violated her as she struggled, as if an electric current was flowing through her. She didn’t stop even though a thick stream of cum flowed out, as if there was no more room to catch it.
Sloak, crackle, puff, crackle.
The foamy semen flowed down onto the bed. Marguerite, who had been panting with her tongue out like a dog in heat, had already fainted a long time ago. Of course, even that was not a reason for the Baron to look after the situation, so the copulation continued for a long time.
“Whoa, I finally feel relieved.”
Anyway, the situation that lasted several minutes ended. Rom stood up, leaving behind his sister, whose stomach was bulging with a lot of injected cum, and the damp bed. Even then, she snatched Amisha’s hair, which was clinging to her tail, and slapped her.
“Amisha, bathroom.”
“Yes, I will prepare right away.”
The slave does not respond. I just have to be faithful to my role. She immediately got down on her knees and lowered her posture, then lowered her head and said. Her tattooed arms responded to her call by turning behind her again. It was arranged so that Rom, who felt the need, could easily use it.
“Master? Thank you again today for choosing this girl to be your toilet…”
Amisha’s polite demeanor, without any hint of dislike, prompted her baron to do her a small favor. He let go of her rough hair and stroked it for a moment before crossing his arms around her and approaching her. She measured the distance with her heavy cock and then called her absent-minded wife.
“Lucienne, come here.”
“… Ah, yes.”
“Didn’t you say earlier that you use polite language?”
Let’s use foreign beauties as a guide that can be used anywhere. That alone was luxury enough. However, Rom did not stop there and demanded that his wife, who was as young as her, serve as a humble servant.
“I will correct the situation.”
“Okay, come and help me with the work.”
The purpose was to show off. The plan was to hint that she was a tomboy-like girl because she was careless. The fact that the occultist, who was prone to running wild, came right up and knelt down and supported his cock was very meaningful.
“Recite what to do.”
“First of all, I will carefully remove the remaining semen from the urethra…”
Lucienne held a very wet cock. He stretched out his cheeks, sucked out the remainder, and spat it into Amisha’s mouth. With her slippery fingers, she guided her glans from underneath her and aimed it towards her toilet bitch.
“Kiss her while you cum with a willing expression. “I try my best not to cause any disturbance by making weird noises.”
“That’s right, that’s what you use, right?”
The female princess with red cheeks nodded. He seemed to be a bit worried about where to kiss her husband to make her husband happy, and then crawled under her crotch. She faced the toilet slave, tilted the back of her head back and pressed her lips against the folds below the urethra.
“Anyway, this bothers me. Originally, she was worried about crying because she had to pour alcohol and other sludge into it. After taking the medicine and becoming younger, I keep running errands. It’s minor, so it doesn’t really matter, but do you know what the side effects are?”
“This is the phenomenon of reproduction…”
“Huh?”
“The mystery in that body is that it doesn’t need to take in and digest nutrients like a normal person. The magic power that has already been concentrated will be enough for a lifetime. Of course, all the functions are included for the enjoyment of eating and drinking.”
When you eat or drink something, it inevitably goes through a decomposition process to obtain the nutrients. Also, humans leave by-products in some form.
But ROM is an exception.
His body, which returned thanks to the artifact, converts all substances into magical power. Naturally, it does not leave behind any waste, regardless of its type. This is also the reason why sweating is rare even during strenuous exercise. If he doesn’t feel like he’s tired, it’s because his metabolism isn’t functioning.
“It’s amazing that whatever you swallow can be converted to magical power without any loss. If it ended there, it would most likely have remained as a monster with nothing but a shell. Are you saying that you are an immortal wearing a human mask? “It seems like they designed your body with that aspect of your past life in mind.”
In short, the Baron of Ardennes’ fuel is magic attribute. After going through a complex occult process that would leave even a decent expert struggling, his power is transformed into bodily fluids. It may turn into blood, or it may flow as sweat or tears.
“Saliva, blood, semen…”
The essence is simply a substance imitating Ilshin’s magical power. Therefore, unlike the original ingredients, it does not rot. There are no cases of wear or abnormalities occurring. Because it is designed to always be at its peak, it does not age or get sick as long as it is supplied with magical power.
The principle was that women who mixed with him and received his bodily fluids experienced the same benefits.
“The problem is that the design is based on the period when people are most physically strong. Thanks to you, no matter if you become older or younger, one day you will return to your youthful and radiant body again. Until then, the remaining magical energy that makes up the body will have no choice but to be released in some form…”
“Oh, the container to put it in is small, but I keep pouring water in it, so it’s overflowing?”
Lucien said it was an spotless summary and kissed him again. Instead of fussing needlessly, she gave a sideways glance as if trying to show off the dignity of her courtship. After quenching her curiosity, she let her enjoy the vagabond toilet bitch in front of her before her husband’s excitement subsided.
“How are you doing, Amisha?”
Anyway, as I explained, his bodily fluids were magical powers with no trace of dirt.
“No, I’m sorry, but…”
That’s certainly true for today’s concubines and slaves.
“Nothing changes. “It is my mission as a slave to be happy and cherish whatever my master gives me.”
“Ah, amazing bitch.”
“It is nothing but an honor, my master.”
Even if it isn’t, it’s enough to make me feel really happy about it.
“Please don’t deny this woman’s mouth, which is a toilet, and please use it comfortably today as well…”
Because they were wonderfully tamed bitches.
