"Give me this."
"… I do not like it!"
In Lubo Castle, a fruit seller and a masked man had a scuffle in a shop alley. However, the struggle to steal did not last long. The one wearing the armor of the Knights of the Silver Hand approached and raised his hand to the masked assailant, and the [Paralysis Thorn] Crawled through the assailant's body as light radiated from his hand.
Three fluorescent snakes wrapped around the masked man's body. The masked assailant panicked at the surprise, but he couldn't move. All he could do was creak like an old, unlubricated alchemy machine.
"It would have been forbidden to commit crimes in the city. I arrest you as a spot-criminal pursuant to section 135 section 1 of the Kingdom Law."
"… What… Billion… Rebellion… ?"
The sound of leaking wind coming out of his mouth was drowned out by the [Shouting] Magic that resounded throughout [Rubo Castle]. Perhaps that voice will resonate not only in [Rubo Castle] But also in other regions. The second prince, now the king, Parshe's beautiful voice fascinated people.
"I will use the soldiers to suppress confusion in the kingdom. From now on, those who take advantage of the chaos to commit crimes will be severely punished. Rest assured, the people who have lived for good will, my father was the most incompetent dark soldier in the history of the kingdom. He was a cancer soldier who died at the hands of angry people. But I will set an example for him no matter how much I have a father who is a cancer soldier-."
The second prince's lengthy speech continued. Those who tried to commit crimes taking advantage of the chaos were captured by the Knights of the Silver Hand, who did not know where they came from. The security guards, who usually did not show their noses, quickly took care of the security. On that day, it is said that the people of the kingdom finally reached peace after a long period of confusion.
… Except for one person.
"… Prince."
The resounding [Shouting] Magic shook the body of the white bird, who had lost her eyes while crouching. The gentle yet majestic voice of the monarch began to slowly cut through Fenrir's body. Fenrir closed his eyes and bit his lip.
The monarch's voice belonged to the second prince. Every time Fenrir heard that voice, his chest and the inside of his stomach trembled. The prince's voice caressed Fenrir's whole body with a rough hand. Fenrir hated himself and closed his eyes tightly. The hallucination projected by Fenrir's unconsciousness gently stroked Fenrir's arm in the form of a prince.
– Clap
"Huh…"
After his speech, King Parche opened his door and appeared majestic, nodding his head and extending his arms to the left and right. As a young and competent king, he perfectly embodies the character of a raid boss. Fenrir, a mere midday player, was forced to bow his head and pay homage. He crouched down and put his head on the floor, as if doing a stretch.
"Ohhh, my white bird."
"… Prince."
"I am no longer a prince… "
Hearing the king's live voice, Fenrir's tears poured out. After all, it was the prince who came to rescue him. Fenrir's consciousness blamed his poor mother. Blood flowed from biting his lip. His stamina sealed in his necklace made Fenrir feel bitter pain. The king didn't mind, opened the cage, bent his knees and lifted Fenrir by the chin.
"You are the king."
"Now our wedding is not too far away."
"…"
Fenrir's eyes trembled and his gaze dropped. She has been neglected for a week, unable to see anyone, hearing the woman's moaning every night like an auditory hallucination. Fenrir, who had gone mad, looked at her heartily as a king, and felt her warm heart. A picture of her wearing her own wedding dress emerged in the form of her hallucinations as her necklace infused her Fenrir into her subconscious realm.
"… You are the king."
"Yes, this way."
Fenrir approached the king and embraced her by her own will, not by the will of her necklace or by the king's command. The king's body heat was transferred to Fenrir's body. The king's pheromone tickled Fenrir's nasal passages. As the king's hand brushed Fenrir's hair, Fenrir trembled and fell into the king's bosom.
"I love you."
"…"
She listened to the words out of proportion. Fenrir thought. But she couldn't do anything about Fenrir in the arms of the king. The time when her empty head was colored with that of a gentle king made her happy. Her own little, soft flesh was buried in the prince's hard body. The king hugged Fenrir in line with Fenrir's movement.
"… You are the king."
"You are my wife. Call me by the name Parche."
"I dare, though…"
Distorted thoughts, distorted feelings. Fenrir thought.
However, the voice that rose from the depths of her throat was not much different from that of a woman who became deaf after meeting an old lover. She thinks she doesn't want to, but she goes into a wild ecstasy. The gap in her mind split Fenrir's heart into two. Her lips parted naturally and her mouth tingled. The king kissed Fenrir's fallen lips.
"Huh–♡"
-Chung, cheup
The king's tongue penetrated between Fenrir's slightly parted lips. At the entrance of the king, who was as strong as the rebels, the gatekeeper, Fenrir, had no choice but to open the gate and welcome him. Fenrir turned into a bitch, closed her eyes, and accepted the king's caress. Every time she feels sorry for herself being trampled on in her mouth, the form of her pleasure becomes thicker.
I want to frown. Fenrir thought. Thoughts, thoughts, but her body wouldn't keep up. She herself likes the man in front of her. It's not a lie either. He caressed Fenrir's back and her breasts as they kissed her soft but violent hand. His swollen chest trembled and Fenrir's eyes closed tightly.
"…"
"As expected, you deserve to be my wife."
Surprisingly, it was the king who stepped down first. Fenrir stuck out his tongue and mingled with the king. He held his breath for a long time, but his collar didn't even allow Fenrir to strangle him. But none of that mattered anymore. Fenrir looked at the prince with a gentle smile.
"… Aren't you busy?"
"Now, when the superior moves directly, it is over. A good leader must treat his subordinates well."
Fenrir bit his lips once more. She held her breath. The king's pheromone is mixed in the breath he hastily inhaled. The man's smell seemed to prevent proper thinking. Fenrir had hallucinations of his tail growing like a werewolf and wagging like a devoted dog to his master. He couldn't tell how much was hallucination and how much was real.
The king picked up poor Fenrir and dragged him to his bed. She had to make her child to pay for her job with her full of charm. Not with a eunuch, but with a real woman.
The king instinctively felt that the next child would be a better king than he was. Having charm in [Theresia] Is a sign of how well he commands his subordinates. The child who inherited the charm of the two… He will be a great commander.
Fenrir's slender body fell lightly onto the bed with the king's guidance. The king stroked Fenrir from temple to chin as if he were handling expensive porcelain. The room they slept in today was the room of the second prince, which Fenrir had managed for a week. It was so well maintained that I could smell the fluffy sheets and fragrant and spicy Pubo logs. Everything was in excellent condition, like new.
"… I'm sorry."
Fenrir's thighs trembled thinly with the sound of rapid breathing. After stroking his jawline, the king naturally came down the island in front of him and slowly unraveled the ribbons of Fenrir's maid outfit. It is the last garment that can only be tasted tonight. The king was not in a hurry like when he first met Perrin. Fenrir's skin was revealed when he pulled the ribbon on his chest. Fenrir's bra also came undone when the ribbon was untied, revealing raw breasts.
Fenrir covered his front island. He did not understand why he was covered. His fists were clasped and his crossed wrists trembled slightly, but the king gently opened each of his fingers from Fenrir's fist. It was as easy as plucking petals from a flower bud about to bloom.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"… I, I, I… "
No matter how much he tried to evoke words, the only thing that came out of Fenrir's open mouth was docility. He tried to run away, but he couldn't even move. The king touched Fenrir's thin silver hair. His hair, which ran between his thumb and forefinger, was softer than any thread in the world. The king covered Fenrir's skin with his hair. A single strand of hair spread out like a veil, barely covering her small breasts.
"… Hehe♡."
"Is this okay?"
Fenrir felt the tickle, but nothing came out except for his laugh. The king unwrapped his ribbon again as he unwrapped his gift box. Fenrir's maid outfit, which had been intricately entangled over a long period of time, spread out from side to side. Inside, I could see a corset that was sternly tight. The king untied the ribbon from Fenrir's corset.
"Huh… ♡"
Fenrir took a deep breath as the object that gripped his stomach and chest was gone. Fenrir's tense, shrunken, narrow shoulders were completely released and buried in the bed. The king stroked his corset-marked belly. Fenrir flinched as the irritation touched his sensitive skin. Just then, the sun disappeared outside. The night is just beginning.
"Hick, it… ♡"
"It's fine if you don't do anything like this in the future."
"Huh… Thank you."
The king smiled and unwrapped Fenrir's next ribbon. Fenrir's posture became more natural as the object that was holding him down was gone. When the king undid even the ribbon at the hem of his skirt, the garment Fenrir was wearing spread apart in the form of a piece of cloth. Now, the only things left between Fenrir and the king are the king's clothes and Fenrir's underwear. Even that, Fenrir's underwear was completely wet, revealing translucent skin, and it couldn't do its job.
"Did you think of yourself as a man when we first met?"
"…"
Fenrir hesitated, not understanding the king's intentions. The king smiled again, capable of killing women with just his lips. It was a terrifyingly beautiful smile.
"It's okay to be honest."
Fenrir's necklace glows red. Fenrir creates meaningless words with his lips, tongue, and vocal cords that do not move according to his will. When the king moved his lips to say 'again', Fenrir spat out the correct word again. It was a voice like a rumble coming from a deep, deep cave.
"… I still think so."
"Even though you're going to be busy for another week?"
Fenrir clenched his fists and shook his head from side to side. He shook so desperately that his long silver hair that came down to his waist flew off. The king laughed again. Just as he was trying to bring out and suppress every remaining rebel in the kingdom, the king tried to bring out and suppress the man's heart remaining in Fenrir's heart. That cruel touch touched his side, where Fenrir's pantyhose was nestled.
A space where expensive items were harmoniously combined, it was the second prince's room, which was announced as the queen's room in the morning. The glacier's glacial light, created by alchemy, shone down from the ceiling, and the shadows hidden by the canopy bed's curtains shimmered on the floor.
Who would be the king's wife, his ministers whispered in unison. However, the king only smiled and did not inform. There were only rumors that a woman could be heard constantly sobbing in the queen's chambers.
"… I'm sorry."
The maid, as she was called the queen or white bird, clenched her fists and brought them together in front of her chest as the underwear straps that covered her embarrassing skin came undone. The already soggy cloth and the adhesive side with the skin sticking to it fell off with a 'clap' sound. Sensitive to her constant stimuli, Fenrir furrowed his brows as the plump, convex valleys touched her outside air.
"… Ah♡"
"I was a night attendant back then, but now I will give it to you."
"… No there… ♡!"
The king's slender fingers skimmed lightly across the valley in Fenrir's groin. Without the [Resistance of Lust], Fenrir would have stopped breathing on the spot. Dangerous pleasure passed sharply through the crown of Fenrir's head. His back curves into a crescent shape, and the muscles in his inner thighs and stomach quiver. Fenrir was unable to move at the king's skillful movements.
"It's honey dripping from beautiful petals."
"… Suck?"
The king brought a finger drenched in love juice to Fenrir's mouth. His fingers were sucked between Fenrir's parted lips. Fenrir swallowed the king's finger in his mouth without question. He was sour and sticky. It was the taste of a woman in love. Fenrir felt the woman's taste in the liquid that flowed from his crotch. She felt as though a hot awl had been pierced through her chest by that fact. However, apart from her pain, sticky honey continued to flow from within her.
"It's nice to see my wife's disheveled appearance."
"… No."
"What do you mean it's not?"
"I am… I am… !"
Fenrir's blue eyes shook. He himself came to the kingdom to avenge himself. But then he gets obsessed with this prince… In front of him… It was terribly painful to be destroyed with the mind of a man. He passed the quest of deep trials and obtained [Resistance of Lust], But even that was useless.
The curse of the necklace was so strong that Fenrir couldn't escape it. The necklace drove Fenrir to the point of madness. Fenrir also suffered from not being able to touch her own body when she was in heat.
Fortunately or unfortunately, the necklace's curse had weakened considerably now. Even so, she had no idea that she could escape the king's presence. The King held her Fenrir completely in her grasp and looked at her like a doll. The king lightly raised his index finger and pushed it into Fenrir's labrum. A lump of pleasure pumped into Fenrir's lower abdomen.
– Prick
"Ahhhhh… ♡"
While the king was gone, the king's finger scratched lightly where he couldn't even touch it because it was blocked by the red shield. Fenrir accepted without resistance. It belonged to the prince. The weak woman had no choice but to yield to the strong king before her eyes. Fenrir's vagina twitched and her eyes flashed.
"Ah, heh… ♡!"
Fenrir was well aware of how women derive pleasure. Everyone knows that if you touch the clitoris, a small red bean hidden in the women he hugs, everyone will get a dick. But after his necklace was filled, he couldn't touch his red beans even once. As the king scratched the itch, even the slightest sense of resistance in Fenrir's heart slowly melted away.
Fenrir turned to the other side with a vengeful spirit that had lost its way. She herself let out her moans through the channel through which her voice had been heard, to hear her mother's pleasurable voice, which she had heard nightly for a week, in her role. A foul, painful, damp voice came out of its own accord as the king gently stroked his clitoris.
"Yeah, ah, ah, huh… ♡!"
"You don't have to suppress it. It's okay if you pamper me with a melted face. Because you are my wife."
"Hahm… !"
Fenrir's sweet sexuality gradually increased with the King's permission. She was suppressed by her guilt, and her whispers burst out as her guilt was forgotten. Fenrir struggled and accepted her king's caresses as her whole body. The king took his fingers away from his gentle caress, and in the meantime, sticky love juice continued.
"You are the king… A little more… ♡"
"Tonight is long. Enjoy it a little slower."
The king looked at Fenrir's face, which revealed a pale pink blush. [Charm] The desire to mess with that overflowing body boiled up. She is such an attractive woman that even Wang himself thinks she is strange. And the woman weeps within her own grasp. The king delicately stirred her fingertips and examined Fenrir's eyes.
The woman in front of you is attractive. She pours out her sweet voice towards herself. But strangely, her eyes didn't stray. The king still liked that Fenrir did not give up. But that's something to think about when it comes to violating others. Wouldn't a woman who would bear a child of her own harbor an unknown vengeance.
"Perrin, who do you hate so much?"
– Prick
"Huh… Ha, let go of your hand… ♡ Huang!"
When the king stopped moving his fingers, Fenrir's waist twitched. When his finger, which had been touching the clitoris, left, pleasure rushed to Fenrir, who had endured it all at once. Fenrir let go of his mind and trembled at the rush of female pleasure. At the unbearable sensuality, Fenrir spewed a spray of water.
"… Flaw. Whew… ♡"
"Don't cry, answer me."
Fenrir leaned his collapsed body against the king. The prince's voice covered the ears of the lovely little Fenrir. Fenrir had no choice but to let out a sob in his sweet voice. Wetting his crotch and shaking his shoulders, Fenrir let go of everything. Drool from her thin lips and spit out the object of her anger.
"… Mother."
"Did my mother make our Perrin mad?"
"… My name is Fenrir… Is."
"It's not Perrin… ? Isn't that a lie?"
The king wasn't too upset. It was because he subtly felt the first woman-like reaction from Fenrir. Instinctively, the size of the [Charm] Was similar, but the response was subtly different. Perrin, like the woman in front of her, did not harbor her vengeance as strongly. Perrin of that day, she ate aphrodisiac, but she was not an upright person like this.
"No. My name is Fenrir."
Her necklace glowed red. The magic to know the truth that had been applied to Perrin also revealed that the magic, which had no official name because it was developed independently by the king, was not a lie. While the king was lost in thought for a moment, Fenrir wished for more of the pleasure left in his body.
In another world, with the same name as the legendary wolf, she held out her belly to the king like a bitch and announced her intention to obey King Parshe. She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around the nape of the king's neck. Her own tiny breasts touched the king's firm breasts. The king smiled once more and stuck his tongue into Fenrir's mouth.
– Churup
"Sigh… Haha… ♡"
"Chung- what is your mother's name?"
"Perrin… It is ♡."
The king paused for a moment, but Fenrir coveted the king's mouth like a beast. The king pushed hard, too, not to be outdone. The female, who had completely melted into pleasure, did not reject herself any longer. Fenrir entwined his tongue and felt something pop in his head. After he accepted that he liked the feeling of a man's tongue conquering him, everything was at ease.
"-Seup, then, Fenrir, do you want to avenge Perrin?"
"… No!"
After the king's tongue left, Fenrir inadvertently drank saliva to try to make up for his mistake. It was painful to see the king thinking of another woman. The king must be his own. He lost the king right before his eyes to her mother due to a willful mistake, and he had to live in the pangs of lust for the rest of his life.
Fenrir clung to the king in her despair. The body, which has already been tossed by the king's fingers, wants more and more joy. Fenrir desperately embraced the king's chest. He hugged her tightly enough that he could even feel the sound of her heart beating between her breasts.
"Fenrir, you are my wife from today. Don't throw it away."
"… Your majesty!"
The king stroked Fenrir's head. He doesn't know the exact story behind whether the girl he wanted had a daughter this big as hers, and a daughter who looked just like her. However, the only two of them in [Thearesia], A woman full of [Charm], Cries and clings to them. There was probably no one in [Thearesia] Who would throw it away.
Fenrir smirked like an idiot as he stroked her hair. The inside of her chest was hot and I was just happy to be stroked. She herself is nothing more than an obscene bitch, and her partner is like a master. A tingling sensation welled up in her chest and groin. Ironically, Fenrir dared to call the king's name. Could it be because his necklace told him to?
"Parche… ♡"
"Yes, my wife was abandoned by her mother."
"… Anyone else…"
"If the Queen wants it, she will do anything."
The king smiled and hugged Fenrir, who was hugged tightly to his chest, and stroked his back. Fenrir's body trembled whenever his hand passed. She raised her head and looked the king in the eyes. His throat was hot and he couldn't say anything, but he wanted to figure out why he came to the kingdom.
"A man named Done… Please kill me."
"Yes."
Fenrir let out the unfair feelings in his heart, and when the king said he would solve the problem, even the feelings left at the end of the cliff melted away. Even though the act of stroking the king was not a caress that aroused sexual feelings, the whole body was tingling and enjoyable. Now, only the bitch, which responds easily to the slightest stimulus, is left in front of the king.
"Heh, heh, heh… ♡!"
"Don't cry, the night is long."
The king began to caress Fenrir again. His hand stroking his back reached Fenrir's buttocks. After stroking his buttock once, he poked the back of his labia minora and stirred the inside of his vagina. Fenrir shook his body as if in shock. The breath that Fenrir exhaled was disturbed while being embraced by the king. Hot, moist breath escaped from his tiny nostrils.
The distance between the two naturally fell. Fenrir, who was weak from sweet pleasure, let go of the king first, and the king slowly widened his distance. Fenrir let go of his whole body like a puppet that had lost its thread. In that state, he scanned the body of the king only with his eyes. The king, who had a lean muscle constitution, turned naked before he knew it. And in the middle of his groin stood a proudly erect penis.
As soon as Fenrir saw it, his heart ached in frustration. She screamed as the womb inside her belly button contracted and wanted to squeeze the king's cock. His horny body and mind wanted to embrace the thing and shake his waist in a mess. But as her necklace says, Fenrir had some patience.
"It's embarrassing, but… "
"You can do it."
"You want… The position… "
Instead of answering, the king smiled. Fenrir's lips dimmed with the blue alchemical light shining from the ceiling.
Unlike her mother, who had already enjoyed many men, Fenrir's tongue was too clumsy. It was because Fenrir refused even the bridal lessons taught by her necklace. Despite his clumsy fellatio, the king looked at the lovely Fenrir with warm eyes.
-Side
"… Suck!"
"Huh… ♡ Tsk."
Even though it was one color that only sucked hard, the king's cock pulsated once. It wasn't the case. Fenrir looked up at the king as he licked the liquid escaping from the king's urethra. Just the realization that he was serving below made him feel like something in his heart was filled with pain.
Just holding her cock in her mouth, Fenrir thought her own stomach was full of males. The more she thought of her lewd thoughts, the more Fenrir began to inhale more and more.
"Stop."
-Chuap.
Fenrir took her last breath and stopped with the King's stop sign. The king pushed Fenrir lightly in the face as she blushed. Fenrir was a bitch who could not disobey the king. She was a slave who was not even allowed to masturbate herself. She didn't ejaculate, but the smell of a man's cock in her mouth filled Fenrir's head.
Fenrir also knew that the king was on the brink of ejaculation. She wanted to keep the king's semen in her mouth and chew it up. But the king did not allow it. Fenrir felt her heart sink. She began to blame herself for doing something wrong with her. She put his hands to one side in front of the king and bowed his head.
"… Your Majesty, I'm sorry."
"No, it's not good to do it in your mouth."
"… Then?"
"Come up."
When Fenrir realized the king's words, she felt the emotions that had fallen down the cliff turn upside down and surge up. Her despair, more painful than dying, turned to her satisfaction. A seductive sigh escaped from her mouth, which had held her cock a moment ago. She was overjoyed and climbed towards the king with her tear-stained face.
Fenrir climbed into a mounted position. The king was still lying. The king's cock was always erect, straight into the air, like a statue standing upright. Fenrir roughly fitted his crotch over it and looked down. Her love juice was already overflowing, so there was no need for any other preparation.
"Come down slowly."
"… Yes♡!"
Fenrir answered with a trembling voice, and she pressed the ends of each other's genitals together. In that state, Fenrir landed very slowly. The king's glans tore Fenrir's labia, which were already lubricated with lubricating fluid, and slowly moved inside. That's all, Fenrir felt a tingling sensation on the inside of her thigh.
"Ah… ♡!"
It seemed to be suffocated and suffocated by the dignified king's alter ego cutting through the stomach. As the hot stuff gradually pushed out of her vagina and pushed up her stomach, she felt better. I couldn't think of anything else. His face contorted, not because of the pain, but because of the pleasure beyond the limit. After struggling for pleasure for a week, the female's lower mouth did not bite the king's cock.
"Ahhh… ♡!"
"Fenrir."
When the king called Fenrir by name, his whole body trembled and shuddered. Only a sensitive cry came out of his throat, and he squeezed hard to extract the king's semen from below. Fenrir couldn't move from that position. She felt like the slightest movement would turn her into a pleasure-mad fool. The inside of the vagina wriggled in search of pleasure, leaving Fenrir with no energy left.
"Kuh… Aren't you going to move?"
"Huh… ♡?"
Fenrir wept with the sound of her gasping. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she felt better here. The king looked cutely at Fenrir, who climbed on top of him and didn't know what to do.
The next moment, Fenrir had a hallucination of lightning flashing in front of her eyes. The king grabbed her Fenrir by the waist and pulled deeply. The king's long cock reached the opening of her womb. Aroused, Fenrir's womb contracted, and her great pleasure shook her waist.
"Hey… ♡!"
Fenrir wept in her unbearable pleasure. Her pleasure beyond her limits spread from her stomach to her entire body. Even though she wanted to get out, she was held by her waist, her own vaginal walls biting into her king's, unwilling to let go. Her body twitched uncontrollably and her pleasure surge rose higher and higher. The king slowly grabbed Fenrir by the waist and moved.
"Huh, huh♡, ugh♡, huhhh… ♡!"
"Big haha… "
Fenrir howled until the color drained from her face. The state in which the flames of her lust burned was similar to receiving a [Berserker] Effect. The king saw Fenrir's cute figure and adjusted her pace. After a brief break, Fenrir let out a damp sigh. But the next moment the king pulled him by the waist and pounded his womb.
"Kuhhhhh… ♡!"
Fenrir's waist flexed like an arbitrary bow in the electric current of pleasure, and her body convulsed. Fenrir's throat heated up and a swearing flowed out as if she had her own will. Every time the king's cock rubbed against the vaginal wall, each vaginal crease tightened as if it had a will.
"Cry out lovingly, if you're tired, you can lie down on this side."
"Hey, hey hey… Your majesty… "
Fenrir trembled and collapsed into the king's arms. It seemed that she would never be able to return to being a man if she continued to be infused with female pleasure. Still, it was an irresistible pleasure. The pleasure of being stirred in the stomach, which cannot be felt as a man, and the tingling sensation in the muscles of the small muscles that tremble, is a pleasure that has never been felt. But the king stroked Fenrir's head and changed his posture.
"Ah, an♡! Aww, I hate it… Go away… Hate it… !"
"Should we prepare our heirs?"
Fenrir set her back against her bed sheet in her inverted position. The king grabbed the trembling Fenrir by the hamstrings and slowly lifted him up, making his legs into an M shape. He was the king's favorite pose.
Fenrir did not feel that he was humiliated in his humiliating posture. A body starved for a week is like a monster hungry for a little more pleasure. Already… Because instinct took precedence over reason.
"Lung… Your majesty… Whoa… ♡!"
As she shifted her position, the king's cock scraped against Fenrir's vaginal wall on the other side. Fenrir let out a weak snort at the sensation of her stomach scraping the other side with her head pressed against the bed. The gentle king a little while ago finally revealed his true nature and viciously attacked Fenrir.
"Ugh, heh, black, keuh… !"
Fenrir tasted the climax that he could not reach for a week while being treated like a beast. Pleasures far more dangerous than those she felt during the ordeal colored her brain. Moreover, this wasn't something that went to the limit all at once like a man's. The climax of climbing his ridge made my head go numb, and I was filled with joy as if an explosion had occurred.
Fenrir's vision merged with the color of his veins and turned pink. Even though her tears are flowing and blurring, she puts her hand up to wipe them away. She wanted to capture the image of the king even for a moment. Unable to move his body, Fenrir had no choice but to accept the king's desire.
"Hey, hey… ♡!"
"Fenrir, I love you."
Fenrir collapsed at the climax of his weak body. Something in Fenrir's head was irreparably torn by the powerful male desire to be beaten by her horny female body. Fenrir felt her satisfaction and her vagina trembled. Her necklace left just enough of her Fenrir's stamina to not die.
"Ughhh♡!"
"After… It is the first."
The king's semen poured into Fenrir's tongue. The cock pulsated inside Fenrir's vagina, and a huge amount of hot liquid gushed out. Fenrir's vagina and uterus tightened to squeeze out every last drop of the king's semen. At the same time, Fenrir also climaxed once more.
"After, after… Ha ha…"
"There's still a lot left for tonight."
The king spoke to Fenrir in a voice as soft as it was cruel. When Fenrir heard that, he managed to exhale and shake her head from side to side. However, he said that he was also relieved on the other hand. She wanted to be held by the king like this forever and long for pleasure.
As he took a deep breath, the strange smell of flesh vibrates in the air. The concentration of pleasure was so thick that her lower body was numb and painful. Fenrir grabbed the king's arm. Fenrir spat out whatever words passed through her head. In an obscenely wet voice.
"Huh… Beast… !"
"Is Fenrir the first to call me a beast?"
The king held out his recently erected cock to Fenrir. Fenrir shook his head but had no choice but to serve in front of the lovely man. The two of them spent a happy night, and when the next day dawned, Fenrir completely collapsed and immersed in the afterglow of the climax, Fenrir laughed with her eyes trembling.
The king was also tired and stroked Fenrir's head. And she suddenly remembered that her name, Fenrir, did not suit her now.
"Sleep well, from now on your name is Yormi."
"… Yormi."
Yormi fell into a sweet sleep in the king's arms.