Chapter 58 – 58. Have You Ever Had Interracial Sex?
On an early summer night, it is normal not to be allowed to sit down for a while, let alone sleep, in the open air due to the extreme flight of mosquitoes. It was only after Asher cast a purifying spell on her pendant or Cornelia sprinkled saliva mixed with paralyzing poison all over the place that the women were finally able to fall asleep.
Each of them made their own seats as if they were surrounded by a large bonfire. The horses pulling the corpse cart were unhooked from the cart and tied to nearby rocks. He looked at me with big eyes and licked the salt on the rock.
Today’s night watch is me. Tentacles are originally nocturnal, so they don’t get tired. Instead, as I continued to stare at the swaying flames, my body swayed back and forth following the flames without realizing it.
This is undoubtedly a feeling of boredom. While departing from the Great Hollow and passing through the mountains, Zionside, and Morro’s mansion, except for a very short break, they fought, had sex, and had sex as if they were fighting almost without a break. It’s to blame. The body cannot bear the present peace. The bonfire died down as I stood there in a daze.
There is only one entertainment here.
I stretched out my tentacles on Eshir’s sleeping bag so that no one could see. Every time I saw her new nun’s garb swaying in the daytime, her thighs exposed, I just wanted to throw it away.
As I entered, wrapping around her open thighs, the inside of her was already fully prepared. The readiness to go to bed with her pre-underwear wet and her cunt wet is the attitude befitting my seed nun.
Eshir winced as he tickled her inner thighs and rubbed her cunt cracks.
She closes her eyes and pretends to sleep, but she is enjoying the thrill.
In the distance across the campfire, there are Brahms and Ham’s sleeping bags.
The tension of being caught by them maximized even the slightest stimulation into tremendous pleasure.
Silent sex outdoors on a summer night.
No one opened their mouths. However, the fact that each other’s bodies were happy was evident even without opening their mouths.
“Haha… Suck!”
Eshir finally couldn’t hold it in and forced her moans to leak out. I also moved my tentacles in and out of her cunt as slowly as possible so that the sound of flesh and mucus rubbing didn’t come out of the sleeping bag.
He stretched his thin tentacles all over his body, caressing her back and chest.
I don’t know if it’s because she’s been rubbing so much, but Eshir’s breasts feel like they’ve grown several sizes since they first met.
He licked her collarbone and the back of her neck, drawing an S in her soft breastbone. I couldn’t see her face because she was hiding it, but I could guess Eshir’s ecstatic expression from her trembling skin.
If you spread mucus all over her body like this, her mosquitoes won’t attack her. It is a luxury that only female slaves who succumb to the tentacles can enjoy, taking care of sleep, health, and pleasure at the same time.
[If you moan here, get caught… Secret sex with tentacles in the middle of the night in front of people who don’t know anything… But, if you get caught, if other people find out that her pussy is biting tentacles… ♥]
Eshir’s thoughts flowed through her cunt. After that, I felt her shivering, ecstatic thrill, followed by a cool sense of release.
She herself hides herself in her sleeping bag and holds her own as much as she can, but if you look closely you can see that she flinches a little. It was fortunate that the moon was dark.
She tried to touch her Cornelia too, but her nymphomaniac didn’t bother waking her up. The Chimera Maid, whose rationality evaporates the more she gets excited, will never hold back her moaning when she turns on her power switch.
When Eshir falls asleep, all that remains is for her to stare at the fire again.
Silence of the night.
The sound of dry grass burning.
The flames that sway and go out,
Cool air in the middle of the night on a summer day. When the sun rises, it will glow with all life force.
Hamm gnashing his teeth and snoring in the far corner.
The fields rustled as the breeze blew.
The fresh smell of the sun just before sunrise tickled my nose. If you go in the direction of the rising sun for about a day, it is now called Zion.
And when I raised my head, I saw gray eyes looking straight at me from the other side.
I almost fell in surprise.
“You look like you’re bored and going crazy.”
It was Brahms.
He came and sat down next to me as I was sighing. I put dry grass I picked up from somewhere and blew out, and the flames came back to life. He spoke in a low voice.
“Have you ever had interracial sex?”
It was a question that put tension on my slackened mind.
I almost replied, “All I’ve ever done was interracial sex,” But I managed to keep my mouth shut. Brahms continued his words, looking at the fire without looking at me.
“Everyone had thoughts like that when they were young with a lot of imagination. If a horse and a human mate, will a centaur come out of them, or are werewolves the result of a human and a wolf mating?”
“Then the mermaid would say that a human drove a fish and came out.”
“That’s right. I don’t know which one tastes better, whether it’s fish or human, male or female, but everyone thinks about it once in a while when they’re young. The idea of trying to fuck another race. There was such innocence back in the day.”
No way.
Is there… ?
I’m always thinking of eating or absorbing humans, but do humans do that too?
Isn’t everyone saying they don’t like it with their mouths but actually wanting sex with tentacles? So, even if it’s not just the tentacles, it’s the same with the always horny Orcs, brain-eating slimes, and nest-building dragons.
Everyone has an instinct to want to form relationships with other races. If it’s not instinct, there will be at least fantasy.
It’s just a matter of whether you can honestly reveal it and whether you can actually do it.
“Everyone says they hate it with their mouth, but they want it with their body.”
When I said this with a grin, Brahms agreed.
“That’s right! No wonder gentlemen who buy elves or beastmen slaves for entertainment purposes, and a lady I know in her capital has even set up her own bestiality ranch, where she gathers a bunch of high-class women of her taste to fuck off on the weekends. If you listen from the outside, you’ll hear moaning like hell.”
“I’m not here to discuss whether interracial sex respects the person’s personality, and if you’re not going to go into the bestiality ranch and tell the story of how you slept together, tell me about it.”
Brahms stared blankly for a moment, as if he had hit the right mark. Silence enveloped the place again.
“I hate warriors.”
He used to talk wildly and loudly, but now his cracked voice was so sincere and dry.
Earlier, when I wrote a contract with him, who claimed to be an insurance planner, there was nothing to write in the occupation section, so he just wrote down as a warrior. He looked at it for a long time and then he didn’t ask anything.
“From now on, I’ll wear the word ‘Hero’ written on my forehead, so take care of yourself.”
“Are you going to ask why you don’t like the hero?”
“Should I know?”
Brahms giggled, digging under his fingernails with his dagger.
“Good. No, not good I said it honestly, but it’s embarrassing to answer so bluntly.”
“I don’t think I’m particularly surprised by that.”
“It’s a joke. Actually, I’m not surprised at all. Even knowing that the sleeping lizard maid’s last name was Drassel, who dominated the commercial district of Zion, I wasn’t surprised at all when I saw you stretching out your languid hands and playing with the nuns.”
He hastily hid his hand.
Damn, I held my breath like that, but did you see it in the darkness?
“Would you like to say thank you for pretending not to notice?”
“Your ability is to turn your body into tentacles, heirloom. It is a weak ability.”
His face in the light was hard to guess his age because of the scars that covered his cheeks. 40 years old? Mid 30’s? Perhaps surprisingly, he was in his 20s. I couldn’t even guess what the original color of the hair that had been bleached and cut short was.
He said he felt my gaze.
“It was also the hero who scarred my face.”
“Ah, that’s why you hate warriors. You act as if you won’t tell me, and then you say it first.
I like this body People say they all like tentacles. If you hate it, I will make you like it.”
He didn’t answer
Instead, he pulled out his glasses from his bosom and put them on, writing something in bad handwriting on a piece of paper. He went back and read the contents.
〈 To my lovely calvary, Roxanne〉
Yeah, nice to meet you, bitch.
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(Syncopation)
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Just hold on to your pussy and wait.
“Is that a love letter?”
“When I arrive in Zion, I will send it to my wife in the capital city. If you get married, please hold events like this often. Women love to die.”
“It is romantic. I like the content.”
“My wife likes to be treated like this. Going for a walk in the garden wearing a condom belt and leash, getting your pussy pierced or getting tattoos with obscene words… But did you just like this?!”
Brahms looked at me with surprised eyes.
“Until now, when I showed you this letter, everyone treated me as a sexually inclined person… ! You, do you understand the philosophy contained in this letter!!”
“Instead, ‘Just hold on to your pussy and wait’ ends too coercively. It seems better to put a word of affection after the phrase. Do you have a nickname or something like that?”
After a marathon meeting of 6,974 seconds, Brahms and I found a nickname that perfectly matched the husband’s affection and the wife’s taste, and finished his love letter.
Brahms read the letter aloud.
“I end with these words.
Fuck bitch.”
“It’s much better.”
“It’s not a better level, this… This is a masterpiece… !”
Brahms was so moved that he almost burst into tears, and held my hand firmly.
Why is this man suddenly like this?
“Thanks! It makes me all sentimental to think that Roxanne will flood her crotch just by looking at this.”
“Uh… Yes thank you too… ?”
“I don’t like the hero, but I think I can look good on a man like you. I hope you train your girl into a good bitch who can do outdoor exposure and pussy dancing. And if you’re a warrior you don’t know, you should try interspecies sex.”
I removed the hand he held. Slowly retreated back.
I’m a tentacle, but I have enough discernment not to want to be involved with an insane person.
No, apart from other things, from not pointing out anything about having a relationship with a nun in the first place, this person was a screw-up.
My eyes brightened.
“The sun is rising.”
“Just one more day in that direction is Zion. If you go beyond that, you’ll pass to the waters near Zion, and from there, it’s not a human city, it’s a witch’s realm.”
“Anyway, while I was caught, would it be okay to have sex with my girls?”
“Anyway, whatever the customer wants. Instead, I want you to avoid doing it to the point of repeating yourself. It’ll be a nice spectacle, but didn’t you insure me?”
Brahms chuckled and slapped me on the back. It seemed to be an expression of friendliness. I laughed too. I don’t know why. Did I feel close to him too?
No, because I got useful resources from him.
Outdoor walks in the nude, pussy piercings, tattoos.
Human sex is so fun. They know how to enjoy all forms of amusement using everything other than simply sticking their tentacles in.
And before that,
Most important question.
“What kind of place is Zion?”
Brahms, who was on his way to wake Hamm, thought for a moment before replying.
“A city full of justice and malice, ruled by many warriors.”
