Sacred Chevalier

With the roar, the smell of nitrous smoke drifts around. An experiment with a new weapon had been carried out in a refinery field on the outskirts of the imperial capital of Turmakia. Read the angular gauge provided for the cannon and a soldier with a pine light ignites. The roar sounds again. Hundreds of steps away are targeted, but a dirt column arose in front of it.

"Ahhh! No, no, no, no! What's wrong? The calculations are supposed to hit even at this distance..."

Lizaris Prada scratched her own head with a burr. Parallax and dandruff scatter for a long time because I haven't taken a bath. But the genius inventor never stopped doing that, and began to look into the cannon.

"I knew it was an iron problem. Increasing the amount of gunpowder will increase the power, but that won't keep the cannon more... and I'll just have to make it out of high strength iron, which will take money and time. That's right. Let's try to figure out a bullet..."

Despite the presence of Crown Prince Austro Tormakia, Lizaris was obsessed with the analysis of cannons. It is verbal disrespect, such as ignoring the Crown Prince. Exactly what surroundings tried to say to Lisalis, but Austro stopped it. Walk over to the slightly unclean female inventor and speak for yourself.

"So, how's it going?

"Hmm? Oh, this is His Highness the Austro. Uh, progress, huh? I'm continuing my experiments now, but I'm gradually seeing the challenges. Simply put, it's a matter of strength. I'd like to launch a bullet faster and farther away, but with more gunpowder, the shell won't hold up and it'll break."

Inserting a shell with his jaw that was raising the hot air, Lizaris entered his thoughts again. Although not very attitudinal towards the royal family, Austro did not seem particularly concerned, and spoke to the artillery. While nervous about the bees, the soldier answered Austro's question.

"And it was initially bursting and dangerous, but it's been pretty stable lately. Repeated experiments have shown some correlation between the strength of the shell and the amount of gunpowder."

"Isn't it simply that you should thicken the shell?

"Ha, they say if you thicken the shell too thick for anything, there will be a difference in temperature between the inside and the outside, and a crack inside. One or two shots would be good, but when fired in series, that's all the load on the shell, and it degrades faster. I used to shoot five shots in a row, but the shell burned and exploded."

"I see. Though it's a good idea, new weapons don't come overnight..."

(I was thinking of putting it into action in the spring, but it's going to be a little further)

Austro shrugged so inside.

Claire Jilfeed was troubled. My ex-husband, who broke up, is back. He is the man who dedicated his "first time". If held, the patronage of the goddess is expressed, temporarily but with strength and beauty. I have a complicated feeling about abandoning myself, but I also thought I'd accept it. But Claire didn't want her ex-husband and Yoli back inside. The reason for this was that XIII was also a younger, single graduate student.

"Ahhh..."

Hot, hard stuff breaks into me. I let it go once with my mouth and chest, but its hardness and momentum have not diminished slightly. The stunningly bracketed abdomen shivers brutally and the breasts so large that they cannot fit into your hands point to its tip for further stimulation. The man buried his face between his swinging breasts and enjoyed the soft elasticity. Stick to tip as you move your hips.

"It's delicious... I never get tired of eating it. Claire's..."

The way a man held him was intransigent. Take the time to try to taste every inch of your body. No place in the last few months has been untouched by a man in Claire's crook. The man devoured me to the hole in my ass and engraved my delight. Officially, I cannot be the saint knight of a man. But I didn't mind. It gives me so much pleasure. I thought it wasn't a bad idea to remain a "sex slave" and keep being held.

(Yet... why do anothers show up...)

A man of the past appeared when he was awakening to the joy of joy and trying to grasp new happiness. It is already someone else. Normally, I wouldn't put it up at home. But Claire was somewhere, and thirteen didn't believe the younger man. I got tired of myself one day and had the fear that I would be dumped. That's why I let my ex-husband in the house. It was a kind of insurance.

"Hmmm... deep..."

Ride and move your hips from yourself. Hot rage reaches the mouth of the uterus. To thickness, length, hardness, and endurance, I can't compare to my husband. If this man was a burning volcano, it was like a leftover fire in a fireplace, such as a husband.

(I am a bad woman... even though I have a husband, I am open to other men and happily held. But... but no! In my husband... I don't feel anonymous!

Guilt, disloyalty aggravated the inferiority. Fall into the sea of senses yourself. BRUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUMBLUM

"Yikes! It feels good! Ah, you're holding me... I'm doomed..."

The man thrust his hips up as he clasped up his swinging chest and indulged in gnawing and elasticity. Cramps and releases the back. No matter how many times I tasted it, the joy of this moment was fresh. He trembled pimply and fell into the man's chest. The roll that pierces me hasn't let go yet. The presence was depressingly successful.

"No more... no more such a relationship... no more..."

I squeal so unexpectedly in a state of relief. The man who heard it perceived it meticulously. whisper in the ears of a beautiful mature woman uplifting her cheeks.

"Hey, did you meet the former pavilion owner who dumped Claire?

Ha, Claire looked up. Triangle between a man and a woman can be a burden for a man. That's why I didn't want them to know. But the young stallion, who devoured himself, had a smile of abuse.

"Right. So you've been looking at me lately with some confusion... so you've been straddling the balance between the former pavilion owner and me?

"Oh, no! I thought of you..."

But the man woke up connected. Become a face-to-face seat. Claire turned her white, thin legs to the man's hips and clung with both arms.

"No, Claire... you're already my thing. I'm the only one who eats it."

They start getting greedy again. Crazy senses gush. Ann groaned and still Claire thought of her husband somewhere.

"Then let's try it. I wonder if that ex-husband really deserves Claire. I'll give it a shot if you deserve this awesome meal!

Anger swells and explosions occur in the womb. A large amount of hot lava is poured into it. At the same time, the protection of the goddess comes down. A beautiful mature woman with a tranced look had to listen to the man.

As a graduate student, Richard Hoffner was a lucky man. Being a hero (Chevalier) candidate, he had his eye on Claire Jilfeed, who was expected to express her healing magic in order to live a little longer. From that time on Claire was beautiful and had great limbs. Many hero candidates (rivals) were after a clear, sober atmosphere and sensual stage-stimulating vibes. Richard turned Claire into a thing because he was the most aggressive. I even worshipped him down, calling him out like every day and wanting him to be my own holy knight. He didn't even shake his side eyes, he was a Claire muscle. Claire broke all the way there. On his first night, Richard trembled with emotion as Rei and a clear beauty lay naked on the bunk. The wax far exceeded my expectations.

But as he became a hero and continued to sharpen his life, he began to question it. As it is, I will die not so far away. But this woman continues to live young and beautiful. Someone else might hold this limb that fascinates me. Just thinking about it made me angry. What is my life? Don't you know no other woman, you're just cutting your life for this woman?

So much worship, I forgot the first night of inspiration I finally got. As soon as you turn a fallen in love into a thing, you start to look at other things like the instinct of a stallion. Richard returned the status of Hero (Chevalier) and became a civilian. But I never had a problem with my job. People who can read and calculate letters are scarce. I was looked after by a certain chamber of commerce, where I also made some achievements. Any of them would also be able to own their own stores.

But there was also dissatisfaction. I bought "Women Selling Spring" to handle my tantrums, but none of the women had as much beauty or as much vital limbs as Claire. Smooth as a white magnet, the soft skin that sucks on, the honeypot that wraps and squeezes my stuff in a mitch… It was the first time I realized their value when I lost them.

"Again, let's start over. Let's bow our heads as many times as we can until you forgive us. That's what happened in college. I'm sure you'll forgive me this time."

People heard that Claire was in charge of the College infirmary and headed right away. My ex-wife, bewildered, gave me a lift home. Yes. He will forgive me. Believe me, I apologized many times. Eventually, he forgave me. It was a great night. It's not even comparable to previous business women. Everywhere I tasted sweet, swinging limbs and slept satisfied. Several times after that, I had a relationship. Maybe it's time for you to forgive me.

"Let's apply for remarriage today. I'm sure you'll forgive me."

Richard, having finished his work, so determined he headed to Claire's house.

The minute I walked into the house, I noticed something strange. I heard a woman's sweet whisper from somewhere. It can't be misheard, it's the voice of a loving wife. What could be heard was from the couple's bedroom. Proceeding with the steps. I also heard pampering and slamming something. The voice of the wife heard was sweet, sensual and joyful, not even knowing herself, who was her husband. Richard got caught up in a doth black nasty hunch. You mustn't come in. You must not enter the bedroom. That's what a corner of my head was screaming about. But I couldn't stop. My head was paralyzed by a sweet, uncut scream.

"Claire, we're back! Are you in my room? Are we going in?"

Richard swallowed his spit and went into the couple's room. So what I saw was...

"No... oh, you... don't look..."

My own beloved wife was turning her beautiful face to this side of the tide. On the sleeping table just for the couple, he crawls four in a thread, poked from behind by a stranger. Every time he gets poked, he makes a sweet whisper, and the man's hips and butt meat make a sound of pampering. A man with a body who was still young but trained turned to his face.

"Isn't this the former pavilion lord (...) who abandoned Claire and left? I should have thrown it out of me, but now I can't believe I'm back with Uzi..."

But Richard couldn't respond to the man's whining voice. The wife being offended had a look of joy that she had never even shown herself. The man went on to say the words, as he mocked Richard, who was going out of his sentence.

"You're such a freak to throw away a woman with such a delicious twist. Above all, I can't forgive you for throwing away my Holy Knight (Paladin) for sparing my life. I stamped Claire's delight on your behalf."

"It's a lie... it's a lie... Claire..."

Richard stood up on the spot and held his head. The man turned his hand around his beloved wife's hips and held her up. Beautiful nudity is pointed in the state of kneeling. The man remained connected and put his hands forward from behind him, stroking his wife's lower abdomen to his chest. A breast so abundant that only you should know is obnoxious in the hands of a stranger.

"It's delicious, your ex-wife... wants you to sow it fast while you watch it, and it's tightening up your cum. There's no such thing as three and a half rubs on you.

So the man crawled his tongue on his beloved wife's neck and stroked his lower abdomen. Just move your hips gently and the beautiful vibrations in front of you are responding. My ex-husband shook her head, desperately. I thought this was a dream. I wanted to think so. But the man's ruthless words come into my ear.

"This cunt is already my thing. You chew on the sins you've committed, and use your right hand alone! Come on, Claire says goodbye, too."

"A, you..."

Claire turned to her ex-husband and reached out her right hand. But Richard collapsed on the spot. Claire had a lonely look on her face and put her right hand down.

"You, forgive me... I'm not who you know anymore... he held me and I knew the joy of a woman. He taught me the pleasure of swinging, the joy you will never get… Forget about me…"

"Claire's my maid, and this one's just for me. From now on, I'm gonna make Claire look so cute! There you are, watching very closely."

Four crawl again and the man begins to devour me from behind. My beloved wife turned to herself. But in my eyes, I didn't see myself anymore. He is coveted with joy and shouts of joy.

"Look! Claire! Which is better? Which one do you want to be held by, my hectic husband there or me?

"It's you! I've got to be you already! Ano, you don't feel it anymore!

The man laughed. The sound of meat bumping into each other becomes more intense.

"Okay, well said. A reward. Like always, I'm gonna pour you into your womb like this before the pavilion owner sees you, embrace the other man's children!

"Happy! Fill it up, fill it up, pour it in until it's bread!

"Kuh... yummy... tighten it up even more... let's go!

The two of them were no longer in sight about the man in front of them. Claire became possessed by lust and let herself be greatly distracted in front of her husband. A man let himself go dodgy. I'm trembling on my back bickering and taking it. Is the man still not enough, he was moving his hips as he let go?

Richard realized. He said it was all just his solitude. My ex-wife said she was tied up with another man while she was gone and went where she would never arrive...

"Wow!

Richard jumped out of his bedroom screaming and ran straight outside. The bedroom was left alone. The man shrugged like a shudder.

"I didn't expect you to refuse until Claire's last salvation (right hand)... well, now there's no more bugs to lean on. Forget it, Claire. You're my thing."

Be in a face-to-face seating position and reconnect. Claire cling to the man who devoured herself.

"It will be... it will be your thing... so don't throw it away"

"That's stupid. There's no way you're throwing it away. There's no way I'm throwing away such a wonderful piece of cake. Claire has always been young and beautiful. You're gonna keep feeding me this shit, right?

With the head of a man squashing against his chest, Claire muttered happily.

"Hi... sir..."

Winter is over, spring. At the end of March, there was one change at the Royal Knights College. It is the departure of the Dean of the College, Reda Factorin. A voice of consolation had been raised from each side, but his determination was firm, and his discharge was officially granted. Leda went around each classroom in her exit address. That was a paragraph, and as I was organizing my neighborhood in the dean's office, Kite came to visit.

"... the Dean of the College will not quit. I'm responsible for that case."

"No, I'm not. If that's what you're asking, Stefan and Carlos, Elfina and Sophia, who were with you, had a responsibility to give you an opinion. All faculty are also responsible. You have no responsibility. I am responsible for everything that happened in this college."

Kate couldn't say anything more. So we talked about something else.

"Where is the teacher going to be?

"I'll start with Roxanne's family. My father is dead, but I hear he has a mother and a sister. I'm going to apologize as much as I can. After that... in some country, let's just relax. Teaching children to read and write…"

"It's a shame. I can't believe that someone like my teacher would pull into a country cage..."

"Oh, thank you. I didn't think they'd appreciate that."

"Tough, loud, eye-catching mean unfortunate beauty...... but that's why I thought the Dean deserved it more than anyone else"

"Hmm... I'll tell you what, until today (...) is the Dean of the College? What kind of a cage would you give me to slap such a light mouth?

Saying so, Reda laughed. And I told him with a gentle face.

"I haven't been bored in the last six months. I will never forget a godson named you. Fortunately, my successor is a better teacher than I am, so I'm not worried about the future at all. You will be well advised."

The last part hooked up in the kite.

"Does your successor, the College Director, already know about me?

"Come on? They'll be here in a week, so stay tuned."

Leda laughed like a prank. Seeing that face, I slightly regretted not getting my hands on it.

One day in the first week of April, a new Dean of the College took office. Various rumors have been flying around this past week. Said, now he's a man and very tough on a hero (Chevalier). Says he is an old former saint (paladin) and is good at hearing the saint's troubles... that day those rumors proved to have no roots or leaves. Kate peeled her eyes off at the new Dean of the College who came into the classroom. The blonde beauty of her age stood at the lecture and introduced herself.

"This time, I became Dean of the College of the Royal Knights, Lilia Shrimp. Thank you, everyone…"

That was the first reunion in roughly eight months.