Chapter 39

When I was still in the King's capital, I heard a famous technician from Nalivia speak. He said that one could become a good technician if he was skillful and careful, but that not everyone could leave the technician and move on to the path of craftsman. Two conditions were required.

First, there should be a pair of very clever hands, which is different from the spiritual power cultivated by the magic master, but born with, so that the works created will emit an indescribable vitality; Second, there must be a very strong intention, which is difficult to explain, but there must be a strong desire to make the work perfect, so that the work will come to life. A person who possesses both of these conditions is a great craftsman who has been blessed by heaven and has a pair of divine hands.

I don't really know what these words mean, but the works in this room do give me a different feeling. It was a waste for the fairy maiden to have been brought up in such circumstances, as was her excellent beauty, which could have shone more brightly had it been better cultivated; in particular, it would have been a shame not to cultivate her magical skill of oral sex.

There was no one in the room. I went to the small room inside and opened the door. I saw two little feet swaying in the air. Be a good boy, fairy beautiful girl hung up, really, to commit suicide will not use some new method, as a fairy, actually learn human hanging, at least should also cut the abdomen or drink poison, uh... But there's no money here, no knives, no money to buy poison.

No, this was not the time to think of such things. She seemed to have some breath, so I took her down quickly, and sure enough, as soon as I put her down from the rope, Gladys woke up, crying, and struggling to get back on.

'Let go of me! Let me die... Let me die! I want to go with my mother..."

'Sicko! Your mother has been installed in the ashes altar by the bed, I want to see your mother here, why do you want to commit suicide?"

'Leave me alone! Let me go... Uuuuugh... Mom's gone, I don't have anything, I... What am I going to do alive alone? ' Distraught, the girl's struggle can only be described as horror. Despite her thin and tiny appearance, she was like a wild cat with crazy hair, a pair of fingernails flailed and scratched, and I did not know how much blood was left on my hands in a hurry, and she was really terrible, in addition to trying to get out of my arms, let alone looking for opportunities to bump into sharp objects, may sound funny, but I did make a cold sweat for her movements.

"Don't you want money with all your heart? Now that you have money, you can get rid of slavery, and you are beautiful, and skillful in your craft, and have a good life, why rush to die? '

My persuasion was evidently of no avail, for Gladys continued to struggle and struggle, and could not utter any more words, except to cry out, "Mother is dead, mother is dead," in a manner that was very painful to others.

It was really nerve-wracking. If it had been my sick father, I would not have been so sad. Why would there be such a big difference between the same people and their children?

Since the death of her mother, Gladys had been in a muddle and had not been groomed again, wearing only the coarse cloth gown hastily put on that day, when the two of them hugged each other and struggled violently, the robe was unconsciously lifted up, straight over the waist, revealing a smooth and round girl's body inside, and a pair of white and fair buttocks, like the delicious flesh of a pear after peeling, was naked in front of me.

(How beautiful, how beautiful...)

I know I shouldn't, but I can't help but feel hot, and because Gladys isn't making any sense right now, I've had an idea of how to solve my predicament. Following the same pattern, while Gladys was distraught with crying, I grabbed her wrists, lifted them with the very strips of cloth with which she had been about to hang herself, and made my whole body into a human shape.

At this sudden movement, Gladys's eyes widened, and though she had vaguely guessed it, she watched incredulously as I tore her robe apart, separated her pink legs, and held her round snow buttocks in both hands, with the fleshy stem of her crotch against the hole, followed by a stab...

"Yaaawn... ! Here, here... In... ?"

Tension and the evening breeze kept Gladys's delicate hen dry, but I pressed the stem into it. If I did not listen, then I simply did not talk, I fucked me, you cried you, it was irrelevant, anyway, rape will hear crying, I do not believe that you can cry after the pleasure.

"You bad man... You, you raped me again... Hey!" With some surprise and resentment, the girl was crying in the snow snow cry pain. And, bit by bit, I slowly thrust the hard hang into Gladys' dry tender hole.

Hey! Glanhead finally goes in!

"It hurts... Aww... Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Ahh... You... Nnnnoooo... Don't..." Gladys' arms twitched in pain, the strip of cloth above her hissed, and her thigh, which I had propped open, shook.

"It's all right. It's not the first time you've done this. You'll feel better this time."

'But... It hurts... There... Seems fast... Cracked... Please stop... !"

'I said to Gladys, who was crying through her eyes.' Don't you want to die? I'm going to recommend the best way for you to die right now. I'm going to start screwing you and strangle you with that strip of cloth at the moment of orgasm, and I'm sure you'll feel good in heaven. Thank me!"

After saying this, I did not hesitate to insert the whole root...

"Whoo -- ah... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Without enough lubrication, the tender, newly healed 膣 was torn apart again, and in that instant Gladys forgot all about her mother's death, tossed her long hair wildly, and a wild cry filled the room.

It was very hard to do such a dry pit, and the previous round of hard work had made her feel uncomfortable, even her foreskin was about to be torn apart...

However, the sad beauty of the fairy maiden, with its stubborn, plaintive look, was very charming, and with the intense pleasure of 膣 flesh friction, I almost immediately felt the urge to ejaculate, and now I slowed down and slowly pushed and shook Gladys's snow buttocks, as if they were swinging, one dry to the other.

"Whoo-hoo... Ok... Pain... !" Gladys, blue with pain, pushed me hard. Every time the strip above swung, her cold little ass would collide with my hot waist.

'Gladys, how do you feel now? Do you still want to die? ' 'I asked Gladys, shaking slowly, slowly, too.

'Good, bad pain... Eeeee..." Gladys, whose pointy ears were trembling with pain, and whose pretty face was wrinkled, answered me slowly, too.

'If the water doesn't come out, everyone will hurt at first, but as it gets lubricated, it will gradually feel better.' As I said this, I began to work hard!

'PFFF! Wah wah... !" Gladys's whole body felt as stiff as torn.

For she had not been able to recover from the great blow of her mother's death, the impact of being raped by a man again at this time was very huge. She looked away, and tears fell drop by drop.

The method has been effective, at least Gladys did not cry and make a fuss. I pulled the whole robe off her and kissed the delicate, flower-like breasts.

"No, no! Mother will see... Why... Must... A place like this... ?"

Remembering that this had been her mother's bedroom, and that her mother's urn was even on the bed, Gladys tried desperately to hide it, but with her hands hanging above her and my arms around her waist and hips, she could do nothing. With the shock of shame and pain, the girl's eyes welled up with tears once more.

"Gladys, you don't want your mother to be tied to the world and unable to go to paradise! Let your mother know that her daughter is now a little woman who can take care of herself, so that she can go at ease. I chose to make love to you here so that you could prove to her that you were a man. '

"Ah! Mother, mother... ' At my words, Gladys's eyes became puzzled, but I spoke and tried to put in the same time, in the mother's bedroom, back to the sad sobs of my daughter.

"Mother, you... You can go at ease! Daughter... Already can take care of herself, mom, aaaah ~ ~ ~!"

The hiss of the cloth, interwoven with the screams of the young girl to her mother, seemed to urge me to do something, to knock all the grief out of Gladys by my collision... Smash, smash, smash!

Perhaps because of the wrong emotional stimulation, Gladys in the extreme excitement, seems to feel the pleasure of sexual intercourse, tender points gradually wet.

I looked down at the damsel's moist secrete. The bloodshot stamens were exposed to me, dyed a tender pink, and transparent slime dripped from the crevices.