Elf no Kuni no Kyuutei Madoushi ni Naretanode, Toriaezu Himesama ni Seitekina Itazura wo Shitemimash

I woke up to the sound of a knock. Keith looked at the door with his sleeping eyes. Then the sound of the knock sounds again.

Berna must have come. Keith, who woke up physically thinking so, clumsily opened the door with his bandage-wrapped hand as he stretched.

Then there he was a puffy body elf that was the opposite of a thin elf.

"Oh, that? Arsi? What's going on?

I'm a little surprised it's not Berna, Keith, but I don't give a damn about it in my mouth or in my expression. To Keith like that. Arsi was looking anxious. When I wept in his face,

"Mr. Keith... Oh, my God... I'm fine, I was... Ugh"

I rush into the room because I'm going to cry like that. And I let you sit in bed.

Earsi, overflowing with tears, has been picking Keith's end of the garment, making sure that it is not an illusion or a ghost to be here.

Keith kept his eyes shut until he stopped crying when he offered Arsi a tissue like that.

Eventually when you hear tears draw and you sip your nose with Gusgus,

"Maybe... about that? of the magic of Lady Nia."

Asked so, Arsi nodded small and cocky, saying in a tear-moistened voice when she snorted with a tissue.

"Rumor… and the magic of the princess… erupted, Mr. Keith… and I was hurt so badly trying to stop it, … listen, I, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh"

Keith comforted Arsi by saying he was "okay", bitterly laughing at the story, which was somewhat daunting.

But the tenderness and the bandages wrapped around his hands add to Arsi's tears. Keith called out as if nothing could be done about it.

"What's your job, Arsi?... you're getting out of it?

It is obvious that I am not on holiday because I am wearing made-up clothes. And if it's time now, it's not even closing time yet. Arsi nodded sobbing when she thought so.

"... worried about me?

"... I was injured... and when I asked, I couldn't stay or not... so"

"... well"

When asked that far, Keith hugged Arsi's puffy body. Arsi's softness is transmitted in his arms.

Keith whispered as he held onto the slightly trembling Pocha elf.

"Thanks. Glad to hear it...... really"

Arsi hugs Keith's words from herself too, burying her face in the chest plate and trembling small. He complains that he was scared all over his body.

When she heard the rumors the senior maids were making, Arsi wondered if her heart would really stop.

Keith was injured. He was seriously injured when he was caught in a magical outburst. For the first time in his life, Arsi heard the sound of blood catching on to a story that grew bigger.

From then on, I couldn't help myself anymore, pretending to go to the bathroom, leaving work and looking for Keith.

I wonder where to go. I wonder where I'll see you. I stood in front of Keith's room when I realized I thought so.

If it's true, we should go to the infirmary first to make sure, but Arsi, who was confused, didn't come to the idea. And overflowed with tears of relief at Keith's appearance of safety.

I feel that those I love may get hurt and die. I don't think Arsi ever wants to taste that horrible feeling again more than anything else.

"Don't be afraid... don't be frightened."

Keith caresses Arsi's back clumsily with his bandage-wrapped hands.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I bothered you... but then my body moved naturally."

Keith, speaking in a shitty voice, whispered to Arsi the shitty dialogue that just happened to come to mind.

"Because... you don't know where you're going if you leave your magic alone... if there's Arsi ahead of you... if you think so, your body will"

In that word, Arsi said, "Huh?," he sighed. Because of Arsi, he was injured to protect Arsi. I don't even know if he's here. He's hurt like this to protect Arsi.

It creates more heat in my chest than I've ever felt before.

I don't hate injuries to protect my loved ones. This is how I am held up by someone I thought I would never see out of my life. That burns Arsi's chest.

Keith smiled softly at Arsi, forgetting to even overflow her tears.

"So don't cry anymore. I did my best to keep Arsi from getting hurt. And if Arsi was crying..."

"Kisu...... Keith, come on!!

Keith, pushed down by the bed, nearly groaned as the weight of Pocha meat hung on him, but indulged in it to focus his consciousness on the softness of the meat.

The feeling of being compressed by flesh prevailed over bitterness and stretched enormously beneath Keith's nose.

But when Arsi looked up, he instantly tightened his expression and Keith smiled. Arsi kisses a dear man who laughs at herself.

I can't imagine kissing from myself until now, Arsi. But the thought of protecting me and even injuring me for my own sake keeps this elf from stopping.

"Kifuhi-chan, nju, chupu, chu, pe-chu... Ki-san, chu-chu, chu-chu..."

As the thick tongue licked around his inner body, blood gathered in Keith's lower body, which did not let him out.

Keith, who embraces Arsi from himself and intertwines his tongue, glides his stiff meat stick against the groin of his meat-body riding over him.

Arsi, who felt her erection, tangled her tongue even more nasty in a puffy manner, but eventually hurriedly let go of her body when she realized what she was doing.

"Oh, oh... wow, but... sorry"

What have you done to cover yourself and kiss an injured man? Urgent Arsi leans warmly, but Keith licks his lips,

"Thank you, Arsi. It's a rewarding kiss, isn't it? Glad to hear it...... I wish I could do more"

Arsi warmed his chest to Keith's words. Kissing me for protecting me until I got hurt really makes me think it's like the world of stories.

Arsi, who was born into a general household and grew up in the market, can't possibly have someone standing up to protect him.

Besides, I can't believe the other person is the beloved who even has a physical relationship like this... too unrealistic to make Arsi expensive on the contrary.

The story comes to mind, and the truth is that even if I hadn't thought about Arsi at all at that moment, it wouldn't be a problem if the person I was told to believe. He that saith is the victor.

Having fallen for Keith, who thinks so, Arsi lipped again at the inferior species waiting to kiss him while moisturizing his eyes.

A light touch that's not like a kiss you forgot about me, but turns it into something Keith is passionate about.

Suck lips, plug tongue and lick around. Gently stroke Arsi's body with bandaged hands picking on a dirty kiss. Eventually, Arsi also went with the tongue from herself.

The rumble sounds, breathing and tangling again. It lasted for a while, and by the time it was over, Arsi had wandered her mind and body and couldn't stop.

Keith asked Arsi to do something about this. Arsi says "eh" and solidifies when she hears him speak "you know" with his face close to him just quitting kissing.

But when Keith said "please" in some sweet voice, he wandered his gaze. He nodded and asked me for a favor.

In front of Keith, who is waiting while making a gutsy pose with his heart, Arsi removes the apron of the maid's clothes and opens her chest to remove her fleshy breasts.

Removing his bra and letting the contents bounce out, he moved slowly and knee-pillow Keith. Obviously I found myself trying to breastfeed.

Keith, thinking about breastfeeding because of Aisha's paranoia earlier, was really dying to fuck it. That's why I asked Arsi.

Do delusional pornographic acts with other women. Keith's meat stick is about to rip in his pants for this luxury.

Keith, however, without putting it on his face, looked up at Arsi over his boobs with a sorry look on his face.

"I'm sorry... I can't do it from myself because my hands are like this. But I really want to feel Arsi."

"Kee, I don't care...... so. I'll give it to you."

The man who wounded me for his own sake demands it. Fully swayed by events that would even hold such longing, Arsi breastfed her with embarrassment.

I gently put my hand around Keith's neck with my face bright red and take my breasts to that mouth. The pink nipples were already lightly erect.

"Yummy," he muttered softly. Keith clapped his nipples faster than Arsi would react to the voice.

"Hih! Oh, hih... do it... yeah!!

Start by licking the milk wheel gently and stimulate the root of the nipple from there. But the tip never touches the tongue and licks the side.

There is an obscene attitude that is like giving a baby tits, but that stimulus can only be given to adults.

Keith continued to taste pies filled with the softness of the meat as he became more excited by Arsi, who would raise his voice unexpectedly.

"Mm... kuhi... heh, ah... uhh!! Keesu......, ah!!

Calling his name after the stimulus of his tongue scorching and licking his nipples, Arsi put his strength into Keith's arms. It's like this man is holding his stuff and claiming it.

The reality is full of female instincts as she holds herself maternally. It was the best breastfeeding ever. Keith rolled his nipples satisfactorily and inhaled it all at once, which became good hardness.

"Nguyen! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Arsi's nipples, which were completely hardened by the scorching lick, are sucked into Keith's chamber and blurb trembles, bringing pleasure neither gained nor told to him in person.

"Hiaaah!! Oh, oh no!! Hi-ha-ha!! Ahhhhhhhh!!

Arsi, bored with a high voice, is about to escape the stimulus, but Keith won't allow it. Chase your breasts to push them.

Cum! and the nipple tip, which remains strongly sucked, begins to add a stimulus that can lick the tip, making it even more pleasant.

When Arsi realizes he can't get away with sweating and stuffing, he hugs Keith and puts his pleasure inside.

When there is a lot of heat, there is sweat on the exhilarating skin, which steams meat and turns into a pheromone odor. Keith continued to suck her tits as she was wrapped in the dark scent of Arsi.

But when the blood gathered in his groin exceeded its limits and he erected painfully in his pants, Keith became intolerable,

"Chipu... Arsi, my penis... my penis has a good smell of Arsi and sweet nipples"

"Huh," whined Arsi with a bright red face, looking at her groin tense a few times stronger than when she just hung on.

A tented groin section floats the shape of a tortoise head as Keith moves to shake his thigh hips.

I could easily imagine the taste, smell and shape of what was in it for Arsi, who was used to seeing and touching and licking. Reddening to that imagination,

"... Arsi, what should I do... I can't do anything there myself... Arsi, can you help me?

Arsi looked at Keith's wounded hand in his weakened voice. Arsi's wounded hand. Then I'm the only one who can replace you.

Arsi, who was a few steps faster in determination and action than usual, immediately reached into his groin without showing the usual hesitation, lowered his pants and took the meat stick from inside.

Keith called out as he tried to reach out a little confused by the splendid vascular floating red and black bars.

"Arsi, wait. Saliva... salivate, drape it in your own hands and apply it to your penis... please"

"Uh... ah, uh... uh, yeah"

For God's sake, I can't go against Arsi right now. So when I drool my accumulated spit because I saw a meat stick in that soft hand, I grip it to wrap my turtle head with it.

The feeling of saliva wraps the tortoise head all the time and the softness of the palms tightens the geese neck. Keith said to his best sense of pleasure, "Ugh!" He raised his voice.

"Oh, uh, yes, did it hurt?

"My... no, feel good... keep it up, please. Shukoshko... please"

Nodding Arsi moves his hand to apply saliva to the tortoise head and begins to treat it as it is. Keith floated his ass at the way he handled only wrapping his turtle head.

Soft hand manko with arci meat wraps the meat stick soft and blames it relentlessly with saliva lubricant.

Keith, who sucked on his nipples, left himself to the pleasure of flowing from his groin as he sucked on his cum.

Usual Arsi would have gotten all over and interrupted many times the lewd, inferior act of doing a hand job with her tits sucked.

But Arsi, who believes in the lies of wounded Keith, had a strong desire to make this inferior species feel better, to love her.

So the hand movement also keeps getting much stronger, stroking Keith's tense tortoise head around and dyeing it for pleasure.

"Ah si... Nguyen, Chipu. Ahhh no!! Mmm, Nchu...... Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh! Mmm!! Nchu!!

Keith, who raised his voice with her nipples, let her concentrate on the splendor with which the usual soon-to-be-flushed arci of the system elves came so brilliantly coiled.

It doesn't matter how much I try to endure the breastfeeding hand job of a puffy elf mom, which is the opposite of a brown elf mom, my hips don't float and I'm not comfortable.

At least when I sucked my nipples hard, Arsi said, "Ahhhhh!!" I was bored but never let go of the meat stick.

Devotionally blaming the man, Pooch. Keith couldn't stand the pleasure of giving an elf, sucking his nipples hard and spraying male fluid instead.

Big time! Big time!! Dobigu!! Bibb, Bibb, Dobb!! Big, Big, Big!! Bibu - the penis that was paranoid erect in her breastfeeding hand is happy to pop out the sarmen that her dream has come true.

All of this is taken into the soft hand of Arsi's skin, which grips the tortoise head.

"Mbu! Mm-hmm!! Nchuuu!! Mm, mmm, mmm!!! Hmph."

Keith, who sucked heavily to his nipples at the feeling of being able to squeeze the ejaculating tortoise head, finally let go of his mouth as he was horrified that it was all over.

Arsi's nipples were only marked with kisses around one nipple because only one of them was sucked so hard.

Shaking such a dirty breast with rough breath, Arsi releases his hand when Keith's release of male fluid heals, staring at the clouds released into his hand.

Arsi swallowed a saliva after seeing a drought lozamen that smelled strong, I don't think he just served, and couldn't resist his desire to say he really wanted to "drink".

It's impossible for a cannibal arsi not to drink the samen for herself that a dear man who protected herself was so excited to serve herself.

Irresistible to his desire to drink the zamen of his palms so as not to defy his desire to eat something sweet in the middle of the night, Arsi put Keith's mouth on his hand with him on his lap and said, "Whoa!" and sipped and drank the seed juice.