Chapter 743 – Chapter 743: Conquest of Ninheim-23
End of dawn.
The basement, which had been napping, opened its eyes.
Leticia was cradled in his left arm, asleep. In a seat a little away from her, Crea is asleep with her back on her back.
The duvet covers.
Haran, who covered the blanket, pressed his chest and looked up.
Stay awake
“What?”
“…”
Of course, I’m not just asking.
Haran acted strangely at the place where the four of them had been together for a long time.
Normally, Haran would compete for the basement, but tonight, he strangely gave way to another woman.
He continued to enjoy the three women in turns, but Jiha did not ejaculate inside Haran.
Haran skillfully removed his body.
“… You don’t have to worry.”
“…”
Haran knew the meaning of this bed.
Of course, it was not Leticia’s fault that Haran’s life was twisted. But is the emotional theorem like that?
Also, Crea had mixed feelings about Leticia.
Ji-ha hugged the three of them together in order to unravel the complicated feelings inside them.
Crea, who was the first one today, eventually accepted it, and at least she wouldn’t be hostile to Leticia.
Haran was also reading what the underground looked out for.
“As I followed the leader, I let go of the past…”
I whisper in my ear very quietly, fearing that the other women will wake up.
Calling Leticia by her first name, which she had always been honoring, and subtly yielding to another woman were all to show off to the underground.
“Really?”
“… No matter how my past has changed, the commander-in-chief would have come to this place.”
There is no end to what if.
No matter what Harran’s past was, even if she hadn’t met her husband and been banished, she would have reached this point, occupying the Blue Seal.
And having seen her Haran’s powers.
“Her husband might be alive.”
“… You are mean.”
Haran smiled sadly.
Instead of answering, she lowered her hand and grabbed Harran’s hips.
Both of them covered in a blanket were naked, and their penises were erect on Haran’s voluptuous and soft body.
“You must have done a lot…”
Haran was surprised and worried.
She has knowledge of men. He said he had a strong underground sexual desire, but dealing with three women several times in one night was an energy that ordinary men could not even dream of.
“I did less with you.”
Because Haran subtly put another woman ahead of him, he couldn’t properly taste this woman’s inner flesh.
No, she tasted it, but she couldn’t make it to the end.
Underground grabbed her legs and held her up, grabbing her phallus and aiming. Haran’s jar of honey was slightly wet.
Knowing this, Haran’s cheeks blushed slightly at Jiha’s gaze. She was also frustrated because she didn’t get it right with her basement, and when she knew that the basement wanted her, her body opened and responded.
She wasn’t wet enough yet, but she already didn’t care for her two sexes.
She grabbed her basement and pushed her in, and Harran bit her lip, holding back her slight pain and moans of sweet pleasure.
“Huh…”
Haran leaned over the basement and whispered softly in her ear.
“Someone else might wake up, so take it slow… Please.”
“Then again… Do it together.”
As she forcibly pushed the slightly wet jar of honey with force and force, the woman’s skin began to change as it became moist.
As Haran’s soft inner skin cleverly rubbed her face, her underpass also loosened.
Haran said with concern.
“… You shouldn’t overdo it.”
Even if the underground energy is good, the sleeping time is different.
“If you do too much at once… You might get sick.”
Having said that, Haran hugged the underground by the neck and shook his waist slowly. I move very gently and slowly so as not to wake Leticia and Crea, who are already asleep.
It was an unspoken rule that one should not make noise, and Jiha asked into the ear of the long black-haired elf who hugged him.
“Another reason is?”
“… I want to monopolize it even for a moment.”
Now the underground is leaving for another battlefield.
This war is a fight against Epic, you never know what’s going to happen.
Haran, who had lost his spouse, was secretly afraid.
She fears that she may never live to meet her subterranean again, she tells her that her disarmament may happen or her subterranean may scream and die.
Creak… Creak.
Haran swallowed and spat out the underground phallus very slowly, being careful not to make a sound as much as possible. The blanket that covered her back moved gently.
Tsuug. Continue. Tsuup.
Small movements, even though they did not reciprocate properly, Haran’s cheeks were stained pink.
Her secret sex, like the couple who put her children to bed, are secretly making love, which excites her.
And while the other women were asleep, there was also the joy of monopolizing the underground like a gentleman.
There was also anxiety that this might be the last night.
She carefully moved her hips as Haran suppressed her heart and her body.
Under the hood Haran quietly enjoyed doing as she did, and she massaged her buttocks.
“… Who is better?”
“I’m so sorry.”
Haran, who sluggishly moved her waist while holding back her moaning at the comparison with her deceased husband, flinched.
There is also the thought that her basement is being nasty again, but at the same time she is also excited.
To her male possessiveness to brand her as his own.
“Well…”
“…”
When the woman deliberately acted rudely, the basement flared up.
It made me want to poke and beg the beauty on her face.
Haran whispered while glancing down at the basement.
“If Jiha-nim dies… I will find another man.”
“…”
“If you don’t like that… Please never die.”
Haran let out a voice that suppressed her emotions. It was an unusual farewell, worrying about the safety of the departing man.
To stimulate the male’s possessiveness and monopoly.
Usually, I don’t think of this idea, and even if I do, I’m bound to hesitate. What if I get hated?
But Haran did not hesitate.
Having lost her spouse once, surviving her underground was her first priority.
She is so afraid of the loss of the man she loves.
I’d rather she die too than spend my time losing her underground.
“… This is another temptation.”
Her basement turned her body 180 degrees and knocked down Haran just like that. Haran, who was moving slowly, was crushed under her and made her surprised face.
“Wait. Sound…”
“You don’t have to pay.”
Jiha shook her waist as she spoke softly.
The swamp of Haran, which was already damp, fluttered and tightened as the underground stabbed in earnest.
Wormwood. Suwook. Poo-wook.
“…”
Haran covered her mouth with her hand at her sudden boiling pleasure.
Creak. Creak.
The sound of her bed shaking, her cellar stabbing her in the waist as she silently looked down at the widow beneath her and pulled her out.
“…”
Harran was desperate to keep her from making a sound as she gasped for pleasure.
Tonight, too, it was not enough because she was a bit withdrawn, but when her underground stabbed in earnest, she was completely melting.
The feeling of tingling and floating in my lower back, I unconsciously responded by shaking my back in line with the underground thrust.
A man and a woman covered in blankets secretly covet each other.
Tsuppuk. Poo-wook. Woowook. Slam.
But the woman still tried not to make a sound out of her, covering her mouth with her hands.
Every time the dark-haired elf’s secret place beneath the man is poked deeply, his voluptuous body springs up.
Every time I poked and pulled out, the big breasts were very moving.
Her basement reached out and clutched her breasts violently with both of her hands.
“Eww…”
Haran tried to let go of her moans, but he forced himself to swallow them. Her male arousal mounts as she looks down at the woman who struggles to react.
I will definitely make this female cry, and her sense of purpose makes her waist tease faster.
Creak. Creak!
As her underground continued to rage, Haran’s depths twitched and twitched, tightening tightly for a while, then slowly loosening.
“!!”
Her climax, she couldn’t stand the pleasure, so Haran had even dew on her eyes, and her hand that closed her mouth twitched.
Her basement poked at her phallus, with one hand on her bed sheet and the other hand kneading her soft breasts at will.
“… Black.”
It’s exciting to enjoy the soft hole that he honestly tightens and sticks to every time he pokes, and the woman who forcibly holds back the sound.
As if forcibly committing a woman he disliked, the breath of the underground rose little by little.
“Ha…”
Haran’s breathing quickened as the basement continued to stab his weak spot.
His moans began to flow through the cracks in his fingers that were locked like bolts.
“Huh, ah. Ugh…”
He lowered his head as his anguish, his underground breathing, also increased. A kiss, Haran reflexively removed his hand and embraced the lips of the underworld.
At that moment, the moaning that he had been holding back burst out and flowed out.
“Huh, uh huh. Haha…”
Surprised by the effort, Haran tried to hide his voice by kissing his eomjiha.
But even between the lips of the two people, the sound continues to flow.
The tightness of the bottom reached its climax, and the hole was shaking. As the woman desperately tightened it, the basement also became sensitive.
Reading the man’s excitement, the woman wrapped her arms and legs around the man. Her hands are wrapped around her neck, and her legs are wrapped around her waist to keep her from slipping out.
Hurry up and enjoy it to the fullest.
And the affection of her wife who begs her not to die.
In that mind, the lower leg grew proudly, and on the contrary, Haran’s hole was tightened.
“… Ugh.”
Her basement sowed her seeds as she pushed deep.
Puyut. Puyut. Fubyureuk.
Maybe it was because I had done a lot all night, but this time I packed less at once. But instead, it lasts longer.
As the man sowed the seeds inside her and breathed in her, Haran hugged her even more tightly.
I will take care of this matter without any gaps, so please come back safely.
“Mmm.”
The black-haired widow’s soft flesh continues to tighten as she hangs on with devotion.
As Haran kissed her, his tongue gently intertwined, and his hands were stroking her head and back.
As she enjoys its soft warmth, her lower legs squirm again and vomit her emotions.
“Yes…”
Every time her basement was cold, Haran flinched and trembled with her body.
The more she does, the more her strength enters the limbs that bind the man.
Slam. Slam.
Jiha inadvertently moved her waist and tried to push her further into the dangling woman.
Her struggles to release it into a deeper place, as the still hard penis dug into it, Haran closed her eyes tightly and trembled.
Haha. Ahhh…”
They glued their sweaty bodies together and breathed deeply, enjoying the last lingering aftertaste.
The face of another woman came into sight in the eyes of the underground as he calmed down.
“…”
Crea, who had woken up from her slumber, froze as her eyes met her basement, then quickly closed her eyes.
She pretended not to see even if she looked, and Jiha beckoned Haran while kissing her lips.
I want you to come too.
“…”
Crea, noticing her hesitation, got up and approached her basement on her knees.
A face mixed with fear, anxiety, and a little excitement.
Jiha pulled her lips away from Haran, grabbed her by the chin, and kissed her on the lips.
“Yeah, ugh. Whew…”
She savors the ash-blonde elf’s lips as she hammers her hard but still hard phallus into the dark-haired elf’s soft flesh.
Then, under her, Haran caressed and caressed her chest, neck, and shoulders.
“Yeah, ha…”
“Ah, ah. Yes…”
Still a clumsy kiss, Crea was immature because she hadn’t taken off her virginity yet.
Underground said lightly.
“I’ll have to let it go completely.”
“… Yes?”
“Yes.”
Then, belatedly, Leticia opened her eyes and noticed the situation.
The basement spoke first.
“The three of you lie side by side and spread your legs. Crea is in the middle.”
Occupy the elven stronghold.
It ends lavishly.
