Chapter 330 – Learning From Dragons I (1)
It was dawn when Marey woke up. When I opened my eyes with a strange refreshment, the boy saw the two women clinging to the penis, and the boy unconsciously stroked their heads slowly. Far from showing resistance to the little boy who was much younger than himself, barely reaching his chest, stroking his head, he pushed his head out more and moved more comfortably, even looking familiar.
“Because Grandma called me for breakfast. She should prepare slowly. Tzuyu…”
“Rabella-sama… Me too… Yes… Zhong…”
Illien cautiously asked for it, but when she saw Ravela’s purple eyes, she lowered her head and began to focus on her work. Her soft tongue slid over her penis and her long, white fingers carefully caressed her seminal vesicles to induce her to ejaculate.
“Lauren-sama… Ah… You called…”
As Maray shakes off her hazy mood with the pleasure that rises from her lower abdomen, she recalls the story she heard from Ravella the day before. Lauren de Parwen. A dragon woman who becomes her grandmother to Ravela. In fact, she only looked like Ravela’s older sister on the outside, but inside she lived a monster that had grown up over a period of time that Marey couldn’t even imagine.
Of course, the ripe body that seems like the juice will drip when you squeeze it…
“Master, have you become stronger? Huhu, did you think of Lauren by any chance?”
“No, that’s… I mean… No… Wren…”
At Illien’s question, Marei hurriedly shook her head. She denied it several times with her flushed face, and no one would believe the boy who was bad at lying, but she sucked the white semen leaking from the tip of her glans with a suspicious smile. It was only
Ravella, as if she wanted to say something, couldn’t bear to say anything, and she was like a child who didn’t know which choice to make, though she carefully watched Marey’s eyes. The young boy, who was full of her insensitive sex drive, lacked the delicacy to notice Ravela’s appearance.
“Whoops, it’s the chairman… That too in its own way… Tzuyu…”
The faithful dog, thinking of the scene that Lauren and himself, Ravella and Idrien, who lie down and serve a boy who is much smaller than himself, cannot overcome his excitement, comforts himself, and persistently scans and sucks his master’s penis. Start.
“Hmm… Labella… ? What are you thinking?”
“Yes? No, that’s it no. I will work hard too…”
I don’t know what Ravela was thinking at her beloved master’s question, but she shook her head and stuck out her tongue after Illien, who was serving with all her might, and served actively as if shaking off something.
As the sun began to rise in the morning, Marey and Ravella boarded the wagon that Lauren had sent them. She was Marey, worried that Dember, the butler of the Pawen family, might be there, but she couldn’t help but sigh of relief as she saw Lord Nemua closing the carriage door.
“You sighed since morning, is it burdensome to go to Lauren-sama?”
At Ravela’s question, Marey shook her head. You could say her first meeting with Lauren was awful, but what to say. The more she got to know her, the more her feelings towards her ceased to be simply disgust or hatred. Even Marei, now a widow, could not say anything about the family of Pawen, who had kept her lonely for a long time.
Before her delusions of simply wanting to defeat her voluptuous body or its arrogance, her unknown tenderness and sadness were so mixed that she could not easily define her impression of her now.
“Then what happened?”
“…There’s a man named Dumber…”
“I said it was okay not to worry… Shall I tell Grandma?”
Marey shook her head. She was the one who lost her right hand because of Marey. She didn’t want to dispute how Lavella assured her that she didn’t care. But she felt a strange ominous feeling. She is different from herself and from those around her, as if she shouldn’t exist in the world. It wasn’t the awe I felt for Ran or the distance I felt for Lauren.
Sense of heterogeneity. Yeah, she felt like she was looking at something unnatural, and every time Marais thought of her faceless head of the house, her Dember, it was hard to shake her weird feeling. That strange feeling of hers resembled the ominous feeling of reaching out from a dark alley, like crawling out of a nightmare.
“You really don’t have to mind,” She said. Her body’s ability is because of that necklace… She will be like Mare. She just has a peculiar magic.”
Ravela smiled lightly as she pointed to the rugged sword that seemed to have been carved by a child hanging from Marey’s throat. Marey averted her gaze as Ravela looked at him with her legs crossed and her chin resting on her chin.
“Whoops, did you get an erection?”
Ravela, who immediately understood her Marey’s condition, covered her mouth and giggled.
“Really, my week… Marais is a big deal because of her libido.”
Ravela, who had been facing her, naturally crossed over to her Marey. She then stretched out her hand, hugged her marais by her side, and began stroking her pants gently with her other hand. Marey held Ravela’s hand as she let out her thin breath as her touch crawled like a snake along the clear contours of her pants.
“It’s not far from the Governor General.”
“Hmm… As long as the time is right, it doesn’t matter, right?”
At Ravela’s question, Marei gave her a small nod. Ravella smiled like she was cute and pressed the green button on the corner of her wagon.
“Sir Nemua, when is breakfast?”
-Probably, 3 hours later. Ravela-sama called me earlier, so…
“Even so, is it a little late?”
-Maybe you drank too much yesterday, the Governor-General said he was having a hard time.
Nemua’s hard voice could be heard through the rugged-looking rectangular black barrel next to the green button.
“I want to look back at Balter for about an hour. May I ask you to drive? Come to think of it, I never took her son to see Walter.”
– You’ve changed, Mr. Labella… Fufu, just leave it to me.
At the end of Nemua’s voice, which became brighter than before, Labella laughed heartily. Seeing her female figure starting to cling to her again, Marei naturally unfastened her own belt.
“Please enjoy the appearance of Baltaire with your own two eyes.”
Ravela naturally unbuttoned her shirt and threw her white brassiere roughly onto the chair opposite her, grinning viciously. Her large breasts trembled with the vibration of her carriage with her cup trembling.
The carriage, which lightly circled around the governor’s castle, took a little more time to walk along Balter’s main road, and Marey, who rode the carriage for an hour longer than the scheduled time and looked around, was able to enter the governor’s residence on time.
Of course, in the middle, Ravella, who started serving by mouth, was short of her face and hair everywhere because of her son’s insatiable sexual desire, so she had seeds in the meat dumplings dripping with honey, but there was no odor or magic tool that could be easily washed. Looking at Ravella, who was sitting there as if there was no work, it was to the point of delusion that the two-hour love affair in the carriage was not a dream.
Of course, I didn’t want to take out the overflowing semen because I couldn’t fill the uterus, so I put the heart sticker Illien gave me on my genital area, and I wrapped it in Labella’s mouth twice more to calm my penis, but that’s not the case. Even considering that, it wasn’t later than the breakfast time set by Lauren.
Rather, it was probably because there was little time left, and the elven maids clung to Marey, recommending clothes to change into, or simply tidying up her hair.
“It suits you well.”
Lauren, who was cutting meat with a knife, said her words casually. Marey watched Lauren carefully, not knowing who she was talking to, and when she heard Ravella chant her name softly, she replied in surprise.
“Yes, four. Thank you.”
“You can answer lightly.”
Lauren was wearing a white shirt and black suit trousers. She wasn’t dressed like a ceremonial dress suitable for a business card called Governor General, or an evening dress that was too revealing, as she had seen before, but a simple outfit like an office lady.
Of course, that made her feel more familiar. Could it be because of her appearance that resembles Ravella? Seeing the shirt chewed down between her breasts, Marei could barely hold back her rising laughter and concentrated on her meal. Even if it was Ravel, she could see her eyes lingering around Lauren’s chest for a glance, as if she was subtly concerned.
“What can I say to you, Labella?”
“No. Grandmother, I heard that you drank too much yesterday. Are you all right?”
“It’s been a while since I felt good, so I drank a little. Okay.”
As if nothing had happened, Lauren straightened the shirt chewed on her chest and continued her meal. She was expressionless, but she also seemed to be ashamed of what Marey looked like to her. She doesn’t think she’ll be ashamed that her dragon, Lauren, made a mistake in front of her little boy like herself and her granddaughter…
“Is the meal suitable for your mouth?”
“…Ah yes. It is delicious. Really.”
Seeing Lauren ask, omitting her subject, or not even looking at her, Marey couldn’t help but think for a moment whether she was asking herself or Ravella. If Ravela was smiling bitterly or the answer was slow, Lauren’s question was directed at herself.
“Eat some more meat. I’m growing up, so I need to eat more. Marey?”
When Lauren finished speaking, the elf maid silently approached her, put down a large steak bowl next to her, and walked behind her to the wall to wait. Even though she was not a maid, but her assassin, Marei, admiring the lady-in-waiting who didn’t even seem to believe her, nodded her head at Lauren’s questioning figure.
“Yes, I will eat more.”
“You eat well.”
When Lauren finished speaking, the same steak was placed next to Marey again.
When the meal was over, Lauren didn’t even take a break and led her straight to the mother and child parade ground. As if she had been scheduled, as if she had planned, the only place she arrived was the elves who were preparing and the fully armed knights who appeared to be escort knights.
The knight who found Lauren was approaching with strides.
“The preparations are complete.”
When I heard the voice, it was Sir Nemua. Seeing the glancing glances over her helmet, Marey lowered her head slightly. She had the illusion of hearing a small laugh.
“My lady, is the baby good at night?”
“Okay.”
Labella nodded her head lightly. She differed in her attitude towards Nemua outside and inside total toxicity. Marai cleared her throat a little, feeling that something tickled her, and she greeted Sir Nemua right away.
Of course, even Nemua could understand the difference between calling herself outside of gun poison and inside. Bocchan on the outside, Agi-ssi on the inside. She felt ashamed that she had become too young for something, but she wasn’t smart enough to ask for the title of knight to be corrected.
“Ah yes. Sir Nemua, how are you?”
“Yes, thanks to Mr. Agi’s consideration, I rested very well.”
Between the helmets, Nemua’s blue eyes twinkled. She is a cute kid She was such a cute child that I wanted to have her as my little sister. She was polite and didn’t seem to have a bad temper. She seemed to know why Ravella de Parwen had adopted her. She could also understand that just because the governor looked like her consort, she wasn’t just petting her.
The black eyes looking up at him had a huge attraction, so I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Beautiful. I have a son like that, no. If I had a younger brother, I would have loved him a lot every day. If I hugged her, she would dye her face red saying she was embarrassed, and then her cheeks…
