Chapter 135 – Coming Things (4)
How far did you move Should I say it was a moment, she took a few steps, but suddenly, seeing hundreds of torais under her feet, Marei shuddered at the unknown mystery.
It was an unpleasant sensation. It’s as if her whole body has been shredded and then put back together again. Her stomach rumbled.
“It’s been a while, labella.”
Hearing her voice calling her familiar name, Marei hurriedly began to search for the owner of her voice. She found a girl holding a sack broom in the corner. She was a girl who felt a bit older than Philia.
However, the girl had her eyes tied with a red cloth, and she was a bizarre-looking girl with a red-painted amulet attached to her pointed golden fox ears.
It feels sacred at the same time, so I feel anxious and afraid at the same time.
But for some reason, I missed her so much.
“Labella?”
The fox girl behind her tilted her head as if she couldn’t see, and slowly approached in the direction of Marey.
“Ah… It’s not labella. I thought she was her because she smelled like Ravella on her. She’s a different person. Is she, by any chance, her companion?”
She couldn’t hear what the fox girl was talking about. She was used to Her sweet scent, her voice, her look, everything was familiar. Marey approached her involuntarily.
The fox girl in front of her eyes was still holding her broom in her hands, looking in the direction where Marey was. No, her pupils, which were covered by her red cloth, did not contain a single ray of light, so it was accurate to say that she was turning her body toward herself.
“Isn’t Ravela here?”
White face. Pink lips with a reddish tint, on top of white skin that looked clean and soft enough to make you want to bite your teeth rather than morbidly white like Philia. A thin voice that can be heard intermittently in a small mouth.
“Yes, alone… Came.”
I missed you. Except for this word, there were no words to describe Marey’s feelings. Oddly enough, the words didn’t come out. My voice was trembling, and I was even worried if I was speaking correctly. I was worried that I might have mumbled her words.
“Welcome, the cleaning is coming to an end. Shall we go up and talk?”
Something was raging and rising in her chest. She nodded, thinking that if she said anything prematurely, she would scream strangely, so the little shrine maiden in front of her turned her back and began to walk forward cautiously, as if she had heard Marey’s answer.
Even under the shade of a tree, her hair, like molten gold, shimmers strangely and catches her eye. A thin white nape visible through her hair, and whiter than that. She was wearing a pure white top that was not tainted, and a red skirt that covered her ankles.
As the fox girl walked ahead, holding her broom dearly, as she carefully climbed her steps, her red hakama was lifted and her soft white flesh was visible. Feeling her strange feelings, Marei struggled to look away from her.
“Do you like Ravella?”
“… Ah yes. Is it very I like it very much.”
Words I have never learned or heard are remembered and come to mind. Marei belatedly responded to Miko-sama’s question as she walked ahead of the strange sensation that seemed to be wandering through her head.
Labella, Labella de Parwen. It did not occur to me that the death of her mother led her to an unhappy life. Although she lacked a bit, her relatives were clearly taking care of Marey, and she was bound by family boundaries that the majority could agree on.
When he vaguely fantasized about life in the city, he just came to Baltaire after receiving a call from Ravella. Of course, she made the young woman who was said to be her adoptive mother into a sex slave, and while she was in her house, she was obviously thinking that it was strange that she would caress Ravela a lot without letting her semen run dry.
But for her young boy, it was next to impossible for her to center herself and carry on her rational thoughts in a situation where her best female bodies kept clinging to her and begging for her semen. Wake up in the morning, one foot in her mother’s mouth.
She couldn’t drink it all, and part of her spilled over her white body, and at the charming figure of her mother looking up at her, she pushed her down, or made her lie down, and cum filled with thoughts of impregnating her.
While washing the dirty body, the evil bitch raised at home (?) Watches the sticky sex between the owner and his wife and opens the sticky flesh with her own hands to collect the young boy’s semen in the womb.
It’s not enough to pour her cum into her juicy fleshy jar, her platinum-colored pubic hair, her soft yet hard-feeling bitch mistress belly, her voluptuous tits, and her cum all over her face. After spraying it all over, she starts her bath again.
By this time, her mother, who had finished preparing her meal, also begged her begging close to her on the bathtub, masturbating her and paralyzing her little boy’s reason. She injects new semen even as she draws out her mother’s vagina full of semen with her vicious meat rod.
The three of them, including the bitch elf who clings once again, release their desires to their heart’s content in the bathroom. I ejaculate comfortably, and when I hug you, I am buried in the body temperature of the female bodies that are sticky. When I wake up after closing my eyes for a few minutes, I lightly wash my body as if I had slept for several hours, and I start a full-fledged morning by serving meals on the desk and under the chair.
The timetable of the school was different, and I went on a trip, so it wasn’t a fixed pattern. Just today, Marei woke up at the time everyone was asleep, and by the time she left her house, she had ejaculated more than ten times in Ravela and Illien’s vagina.
And to Erden, who is waiting for her in her church, and Idrien, who is looking at her with her eyes, expecting her to be honest with her own desires. A young boy surrounded by enough women to lose control of even a sage physically lacked the time to logically or objectively comprehend the current situation.
If it wasn’t for Philia’s conversation just today, I would have caught Juliana and Idrienne up until this time and stuffed young, immature seeds into their stomachs rather than fresh to their heart’s content until they were late for class.
Well, anyway, for Marey, who lives a life filled with the infinite sex drive that should be called endless, and the best female bodies who do not hesitate to get pregnant with the semen of a young boy, the existence of Ravella de Parwen is the beginning of unbelievably pleasant days. Now, in a way, it could have been everything.
So, when her name came out naturally, the emotions that flowed out were not only lust, but also endless gratitude and love.
Whether or not she knew this, the fox priestess slowly climbed her stairs, smiled faintly and nodded her head slightly.
“Thank god. Even if it’s Ravel, she’s met someone who really likes her.”
“Go, thank you.”
“It only takes a little longer, so cheer up.”
For Marey, who thinks she may be lacking in exercise, contrary to her seemingly infinite stamina during sex, climbing the high stairs was a very arduous task, and it was only when she felt like lying down that she could not breathe until her neck was full. We have reached the end of what the girl said.
It was only after drinking her water that her fox girl gave her and catching her breath that Marei was able to come back to reality. Since she lives day by day indulging in lust, it was difficult for her to control her sexual desire because she thought of attractive female bodies if she absentmindedly let her consciousness go for a moment.
If the fox girl wasn’t blindfolded, it was a little boy’s. No, I could have immediately seen the vicious and huge penis that I couldn’t believe belonged to a human being swollen for a long time above my pants.
It was very fortunate for Marey.
Marei realizes that unknown fear and familiarity coexist in the appearance of a huge gentleman who can’t be found by people, and who seems to be desolate if it is not neatly organized. There was no
“It is a strange architectural style that cannot be seen on this continent. Would you like to come closer?”
“Ah yes… Thank you.”
She only moved her gaze around, but how did she know that Marey was looking around? Fox Miko was kindly guiding her. The girl she didn’t even name.
A strange sense of heterogeneity continues to be felt in the respect he spits out to Marey. Come to think of it, the girl who was walking in front of her casually called Ravela by her name. She and she can’t be seen, she doesn’t seem to know herself, but did she think she was Ravela’s companion?
Suddenly, her mind clears.
She wondered why she herself was following this girl. A girl who doesn’t even know who she is?
She wondered why she was feeling her familiarity with this girl. You must have seen her for the first time today.
Why is he looking at this girl…
“It may be natural that it is strange.”
The fox girl stopped her steps. There was something fluttering about her back, showing off her white top and red hakama. Did she rise? Or was she there from the beginning and never saw it? It was the tail that fluttered. Nine golden tails.
The tip of its golden tail, which shimmered as if pure gold had been melted, was dyed white like a mountain where winter had just arrived.
“I am not a prisoner. It might be accurate to say that it cannot be expressed as a person.”
The fox girl who was clearly in front of her, who seemed like she would have to jump a few steps to reach her, was in front of Marey’s nose before she knew it. Marei involuntarily took a step back from her. Could she read thoughts?
“You can’t read all your thoughts. However, I can read the sticky desire that blooms in you. And a lot of her body… The smells of the other women except Ravela.”
Marei involuntarily realized the meaning of the red cloth covering the eyes of the girl in front of her. She knew what purpose the amulets that were clinging to her ears so much that she thought they were ugly.
“Why did Ravela send you here?”
The fox girl was laughing. No, she wasn’t laughing.
“I am… I am…”
She got lost and came back. It’s just a simple answer, strangely. So incomprehensible. Those words didn’t come out well. Is it accurate to say that it is unfair? Her throat chokes and the tip of her nose twitches and rings.
“If you’re a man, don’t cry and talk.”
Respectful, yet calm respect. However, Marey couldn’t say the words easily because there was a lot of pressure inside her. The fox girl in front of her didn’t show any reaction to the young boy who looked like he was about to burst into tears, and she just stood in front of her.
“If it’s difficult to say first, can I do it first?”
The girl in front of me was aggressive. No, would the word hostile be accurate? The appearance of the fox girl did not change at all. Yes, she was hostile to Marey from the start. However, she wasn’t talking, and she just didn’t know Marey.
Marey couldn’t hold back the tears that leaked out. She was not attacked. She wasn’t even questioned. She just, just, just said it over and over again.
“I am the unknown shaman in charge of this shrine…”
“Ran.”
The name of the girl in front of him was Ran. Marey knew. But she couldn’t remember why she knew. However, she said her name was Ran.
“Hear my name from Ravela… You didn’t.”
“Ran.”
She called out the name of the priestess in front of her once again. Crying could not leak out, it was welling up endlessly. Maybe that’s why her throat locks up, and a cry bursts out from her tightly closed mouth.
Miko, Ran bit her mouth tightly. With her eyes sealed, her ears forcibly closed, Ran was watching Marey.
“Did the young saintess send you? The smell of her faintly…”
Saint Erden. She wasn’t sent by her. Marey shook her head. She misses the sight of him looking down at her right in front of her nose, the smell of light flesh, the sweet smell, and she strangely digs into her mind.
“I don’t know why. I miss you when I see you.”
With her deep sigh, Marei let out in a suppressed voice. Ran didn’t say anything. She was just watching Marey. Her eyes, hidden by her red bandages, were looking through the seal at her Marey. But she doesn’t seem to be able to see very well, and a few wrinkles form on her fine brow.
“Ran, have we ever met?”
Marey unwittingly took a step closer to Ran. Within reach of her body. Within reach of her breath. Ran was still looking at Marey without moving.
“I don’t even know if I am crazy. But, but… I miss you strangely. I think of your name, of you, of your voice.”
“…Number of animals.”
Her familiar name flowed from Ran’s mouth for a while. Number of animals. It was a name I missed so much. And she was a name I’d never see again.
“Does Ran know her mother?”
“Ah…”
An intermittent moan escaped Ran’s mouth. Her hand touched Marey’s cheek as she trembled, pitying the viewer.
As she couldn’t see her eyes, she passed her neck, her ears, and the air to touch her cheek several times, then her hand sank quietly on her cheek.
“It was you. It was you Marey.”
“Do you know me?”
Instead of answering, Ran nodded her head. The feeling of being forced to evade, pressing down on her body, all disappeared without a trace.
“It was Mary’s child. That young, that small, that full of my arms. Mary’s child.”
Ran was crying. When she saw her tears, her strangely oppressed feeling in her heart cooled. Marey stopped crying and looked at her.
