Chapter 35 – #9 I’ll Do What You Say (6)
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Jwibb jwibb jjwjjjjjeok jjjeok jjeok jjeok jjeok chuck chuck chuck chuck…
‘… Hot…’
‘Inside… It’s rubbed hard… Rubbed… Stabbed… Heavy and…’
Ah… Ah… Haang… Yes… Ugh… Ugh…
Uh huh… Yes… Ah…
A groan comes out.
Every time Count Meln’s stuff, that heavy meat stick, pierced Emilia’s twisting flesh,
I can’t help but feel the pleasure that makes her brain tremble every time I wipe her layered vaginal folds.
Emilia was still prostrated on her bed, taking Count Meln’s heavy object through her own hole.
The ass, like a well-ripe peach, is his pubic bone whenever Count Meln pushes his loins forward, making a flesh-slapping sound against his thighs.
Narrow shoulders. Draw a smooth curve, etc.
That slender figure that arouses men’s lust is lovely.
Sweat was beading on her back and forehead, and as time passed, the smell of lewd females gradually increased.
Earl Meln, who was leisurely tasting Emilia’s cunt and her flesh,
At some point, he changed his movements and pressed down heavily with his hard butt stick, as if pressing from top to bottom.
“――Eh ♥?!”
I’m barely getting used to the movement that goes back and forth in the winding vagina.
Emilia’s voice jumped at the action of Earl Meln, who suddenly changed her movements.
From top to bottom.
A movement that pushes her Emilia down with her erect meat stick in a posture that seems to pounce on her from behind.
It simply stabbed her in the center and gave Emilia’s flesh, which had clung to the back and forth of her cock, a weight on one side of her, creating a completely new sense of stimulation and weight.
Not only that.
At the end of that sex, Count Meln’s thick glans was rubbing Emilia’s cervix from an exquisite angle.
A ring of the meat which is also called the portico.
That part is a bit hard.
Originally, it was still undeveloped, so I couldn’t feel it properly… Poorcio, who has been developed to the fullest by Mona’s sorcery, is teased while being rubbed against the glans of Count Meln…
“Uuuuu~~~♥♥”
Emilia resisted the pleasure as she remained in her prone position, shaking her legs below her knees faintly.
She can’t believe her rush of pleasure. … It seems that reason melts into her pleasure, which confuses her mind.
Tsukuuuuuk… !
Rubbish… Rubbish…
Ugh… Ugh… Ugh…
Her rape continues with the feeling of concentrating on capturing Porcio just as her cock was pushed deep, unlike a moment ago.
With her cock deeply inserted, instead of pulling it out and moving back and forth, it was an act of rubbing Emilia’s vagina with a lot of force, such as changing the angle of her and applying force to and fro.
His vagina, Earl Meln’s, seems to be soiled by male things.
The red, thick, disgusting glans of Earl Meln’s sword, which stuck in her head and didn’t come off, seemed to be sticking to the entrance of her womb and tainting it while kissing.
‘… Certainly… Here… I feel the best… Probably as much as the clitoris… Of course it feels different…’
‘It’s dangerous if it continues like this… My heart will surrender first…’
Emilia lying face down on the bed.
She cradled her quilt and half-buried her face, as she subtly twisted her body and changed her posture, so as not to be noticed by Count Meln as much as possible.
To avoid teasing as much as possible.
With the feeling of secretly secretly.
But that kind of thing has no meaning.
“… I’m sorry.”
“Ah… !”
On a defenseless subject. On the subject that is all exposed defenselessly.
There was no way that such an act would go unnoticed by the paranoid Earl Meln.
Isn’t it too obvious before that?
Even if she is a veteran adventurer, she is a third-class idiot on the bed.
There’s no way you have the skills or knowledge to do whatever you want without being noticed by the other person.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, warrior. I’m sorry, Emilia.”
“Ah… Eww… Ah… !”
Tsukook… Cuckoo, Cuckoo… !
Earl Meln pushed his waist even further, covering Emilia’s back with his arms and pressing it deeply.
Even the thin waist that he had lifted could not overcome the weight of Count Meln, who was adhering to him, and he was pushed down as if he were sticking to the bed.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Tsukook, Tsukuk, Tsukuk, Tsukuk, Tsukuk
Whispering over and over again in a shady, low voice, Earl Meln rubbed and rubbed more and more into Emilia’s sloppy vagina with the firm buttock he had inserted right up to her roots.
I hear the sound of water dripping. But more than that, Emilia’s womb was the problem.
‘Uh, ah, uh, uh, uh… !!’
‘Ah, no, no, this posture, this posture… !!! Now, the womb… It’s been pressed, so uh uh uh uh!!!’
In this posture, Count Meln’s heavy cock felt like it was pressing down on Emilia’s womb as a whole along with its mouth.
The uterus, which was pressed as it was, was pressed against the bed that touched Emilia’s lower abdomen beneath it, and it felt like it was being crushed.
Between the cock and the bed, the feeling of the uterus being sandwiched.
In addition, the entrance to the womb, which until now had only been pushed back when pressed by the cock, was being pushed back by the bed and rubbed with even stronger pressure…
“Ah, ah, no, no Melnback… Work… !! Ugh ugh… Ahiiik ♥ Sin, sorry, sorry… !! Aaaaa… ♥!!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Emilia. Why my love why my heart Why, why, why, why.”
“Ah, ah, clothes, ohhh, uhh, uhhhhh”
I can’t stand it because of the ecstatic feeling that comes from the womb that seems to be crushed.
My head is creeping… I can’t come to my senses
Count Meln’s fist, which was deeply inserted, dominates and harasses all of Emilia’s narrow and winding vagina without reaching anywhere.
Porcio, tormented by her unforgiveness, presents Emilia with endless pleasure and orgasms with Mona’s witchcraft.
Earl Meln, muttering in a pout, “It’s a shame, why don’t you accept my love?”
The uterine discipline given by Count Meln.
While rubbing and rubbing Emilia’s weakness, which she has come to love so much that she can’t stand it,
Emilia continued to bully her as if she were going to carve her own memories into that precious place for her.
Harassed
Harassed
“… !! … !! … !!!”
Out of Emilia’s mouth, only animal-like cries and unsightly groans escaped.
――This is the price for trying to avoid his love.
The price of trying to avoid getting too happy with tricks is now pouring down on Emilia.
Earl Meln’s cock, its thick glans, rubbed the weakest part of the entrance to Emilia’s womb as much as she could.
Whenever she was bitten like that, Emilia’s cunt clung to her bed as if it were being buried, and the push-up view and lascivious defeat surrender assistant repeatedly vomited out.
Tsubu tsuquac tsuquac tsuquac tsuquac tsubu
Tsukuuuuuk Tsukuuuk Tsukuuuuuk Tsukuuuuuk !
“Ha, ha, ah… ♥!! Meh, Meln… Earl of Meln… That stop… Ah… !!”
No, no, Emilia shook her head, saying negative words again and again.
It doesn’t make any sense anyway.
Earl Meln persistently harassed Emilia’s womb, steadily conquering all her pleasant places.
――I love you.
The voice that I heard in my ears changed from the scary repetition of the moment before, to a confession of love at some point.
“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
I love everything about Emilia. I love Emilia’s voice.
I love Emilia’s slender body. I love Emilia, the hero’s bloodline.
Love Emilia’s pussy I really, really love this lewd meat-wrinkled meat wall that has been handed down from generation to generation as a warrior, formed and prepared.
… Countess Meln continued with that kind of unanswered confession of love.
‘… Womb… So much that it hurts… I can feel my heat…’
‘I want a baby from Earl Meln… The feeling of beating like a heart…’
Twit twit twit twit twit twit twit tumble tumble
“Ahhh… Sorry… Sorry… Please… Forgiveness… Ha ha… Yo, forgive me… Haha… Ughhhhh… ♥”
Twitchy Twitt Twitt Twitt Twitt Twitt Twitt Twitt Twitt Twitt Twitt Twitt
“A boat, a boat… I’m sorry… Womb… I’m sick of it… Throbbing… Throbbing… Strange… It gets weird…”
Tsukkuk tsukkuk tsukkuk tsukkuk tsukkuk tsukkuk
Haha… ♥ Aaaaa… ♥♥♥”
Along with repeated climaxes, pitiful moans and words of apology and pleading spewed out from Emilia’s mouth.
A delicate body that trembles whenever the womb is pressed,
The lithe legs that stretched out from the back bouncing back and forth are very lovely.
* * *
Mandible… Mandible… Ha…
Ha… Ha… Ha… Ha… Haaa…
――So, how much uterine discipline did you have?
At some point, Earl Meln’s cock had moved slightly away from the womb, but still with almost all of it inserted into Emilia’s, it stopped moving.
Even Emilia was barely able to catch her breath, freed from the unbearable time of discipline, even though she still felt a heavy presence in that vagina.
Whoop… Whoops… Whoa… Whoa… !
Haaa… Ha… Ha…
She trembles thinly with her face down on the bed, breathing hard like a bellows and shaking her body.
Ah… My body is hot…
The body, the body is too hot… My uterus feels so much better… At this rate… At this rate…
“Ha… Right… !?”
Seruk… Suk…
She was Emilia, who tried to subdue the heat and pleasure of her body by fluttering defenselessly,
Her body was forcibly lifted by Count Meln’s hand as if her short break was over.
She recoils and her legs are lifted, and she shifts from a prone position to a position of looking at the ceiling.
Right above, in front of her nose, Count Meln’s face approaches…
“Ah… Haha… ♥”
The cock that had been pulled out while turning her body came slowly and wandered around Emilia’s crack several times before finding her original hole and inserting it.
At the same time.
Earl Meln also hugs Emilia’s body as he is looking at him from the front, kissing her pretty lips…
