A Hero Is Not in a Hurry

"Huh… Haha… You too… Ok haha…!"

I watched Marian groan, my hand her touching her cunt her.

The clitoris protruding from the slightly gaping cunt she was touched, and under it, Marianne's nervous hole was dripping with erotic fluid.

Marianne was struggling on my bed as if it were one body, and the sheets, which had been neatly arranged thanks to her, were being messed up.

'It's crazy.'

That's what I thought as I watched Marian wriggling over her body in a state of excitement.

If anyone on the continent saw Marian now, he would have been unable to stop his cock her.

To that extent, Marian's reaction her was pure, clumsy, and lovely.

The problem with her was that she was a Saint of Guyanaism, and that lustful look on her face and her manner of speaking her, immersed in her pleasure her, gave me a sense of immorality.

Of course, there was no such thing as abstinence in the doctrines of the Guyanese Church, but somehow seeing the saintess soaked in pleasure gave her a strange feeling of pleasure beyond what was forbidden.

"Huh… Ha. Uh, there… Happ!"

As I gently touched her clitoris her, I saw Marianne say that as her body her trembled.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, I started to stimulate the area around her clitoris as if I was on purpose as if I was anxious to see her honestly asking for what she wanted.

As I avoided touching it as if my hand would touch it, Marianne lifted her ass herself and tried to fit her own clitoris to the tip of her fingertip her.

Playing hide and seek in a very confined space.

But the winner of the battle between moving her waist and moving her fingers her was fixed, and in the end, not getting what she wanted, Marianne began to stimulate her own clitoris with her own hands.

"Heheh, haaang… Uh, here… I mean, it feels good."

I rubbed her own clitoris and watched Marianne murmur with her eyes fully undone, letting go of her improbable laugh at her.

It was to the point of feeling strange how a woman like this had endured all this time.

Anyway, the sight of Marianne rubbing her own clitoris was very irritating, and I was starting to get aroused too.

As I rubbed her hand her around her Marian's hole her, I began to quickly remove her pants her with her other hand her.

As I pulled out her prickly erect cock of her, I saw Marianne's hazy gaze directed at my lower body of her.

Seeing her gaze of curiosity and greed, I naturally pushed her cock her to the edge of the bed.

"Marian, don't you think it's fair that you're the only one having fun?"

"… I, I will make you happy too."

After answering my words, Marianne crawled onto her bed and began putting her cock in her mouth her.

It was funny to see her lose her balance and roll over on her bed in the process, but somehow Marianne started to mouth my cock.

'Well?'

I looked at Marian in amazement at her move her, which was quite skillful for a first time.

He had dealt with quite a few women, no virgins, but none had been as good at fellas from the start as Marianne.

Except for Lilith, the succubus, of course.

I was taken aback by the way Marianne sucked her cock so skillfully, but I soon understood why.

It was because her art of making her cock her feel so good was strangely familiar.

'Oh, I've been stealing a lot, right?'

I then remembered that Marian was a pervert who watched me and other women having sex.

It wasn't peeking from afar, as is usually the case.

She who can transform into a spiritual body sometimes pushed her face at a distance so close that even I was startled, and watched my sex.

As the saying goes, seeing things with your own eyes is a way to obtain a lot of information.

So it was only natural that Marian could at least roughly mimic Genoa's skills in her.

"Ha… Hero, your cock is delicious."

Marian said with her eyes wide open as she began to lick the shaft of my cock.

It was one of Genoa's peculiar habits of her, the way her tongue her swept up the post and at the same time took in the whole cock her with her cunt in her mouth her.

It's not a strange woman, but I felt the scent of Genoa in Marianne anyway, and almost reflexively, I rammed her cock deep into Marianne's throat.

But no matter how much she pretended, Marianne was not Genoa.

"Kek."

A groan of pain escaped Marianne's mouth her, and in a panic, I pulled out her cock her.

Unlike Genoa, where her throat her was fully bloomed, Marianne's throat was not ready to accept my cock yet, and it was only natural that her unprepared body her reacted in denial.

"Coke. Coke."

"Are you okay… Marian?"

Feeling sorry for her, I asked anxiously as I watched her coughing and crying.

"Okay, it's okay…Collock."

She tried to say it was okay, but her body was reacting violently.

I looked at Marian, checked the water jug ​​on one side of her room her, and headed there.

Squeeze.

I poured water into an empty cup.

Because I did not intend to forcibly stick her cock into the throat of a woman who was coughing in surprise.

"Yo, warrior… I really… I'm fine… Yo. This?"

I heard Marian's voice behind her, and I took her glass of water and turned her head to look at Marian.

Nod

I saw Marianne's head drop to the floor and then come up again, staring blankly at me.

'What?'

I could not help but look at Marianne's appearance of her with an absurd expression.

So, in that moment, Marian fell asleep.

"Marian, if you're tired, it's okay to do it next time."

"Oh, no. Really ok…"

Marian answered me like that, then she started to lower her head again.

Come to think of it, even in her previous life of her, I had never seen Marianne drunk.

Her position as a saint did not mean that she could drink her wine with ease, and Marianne, who felt insecure about her own position her, had no reason to enjoy her drink her.

I mean, this was the first time Marianne had been drunk in her last her and this life together.

Just as Marianne's throat couldn't handle my cock, no wonder her body her couldn't handle the sudden rush of alcohol.

She seemed to have somehow managed to keep her spirits up until now, but Marianne couldn't stand her drowsiness her, as if her tension her had been relieved by what had just happened.

The image of her saintess her lying sideways on her bed and revealing her underwear was quite appetizing, but I decided to leave Marian alone to rest.

She had no interest in forcing a woman to fall asleep, and she did not want to have her first time with Marianne that way.

"Ha, what can I do?"

I muttered that while looking at the angry cock.

Genoa, Karen, and the Elf Queen were waiting in the next room anyway, and there was nothing they couldn't do if they wanted to satisfy their desire.

The moment I thought about whose room I would go into.

The sword standing on one side of the room began to vibrate by itself.

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[Fuck me… Give it!]

The warrior's sword always shouted like that.

It was not known exactly when the ego was formed, but the soul dwelling in the sword always desired the same thing.

He projected his desire whenever the hero's touch touched him, but somehow the hero didn't show any reaction to the sword's desire.

Then, it was after meeting the World Tree that the sword fully developed its self.

The sword affected by the World Tree began to take shape with its perfect self and felt a deeper thirst after that.

[Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!]

It was a vulgar remark, but it was useless to put human standards on a non-human sword anyway.

Every time the hero grabbed his body his, the sword screamed like that, but the hero didn't even pretend to hear.

Rather, it was only to show himself that he was fucking other women's bodies as if to show off.

Then, the sword got a hint after meeting her saintess.

It was before her perfect self her was established, but she remembered that the saintess' spirit body touched her own body her.

[Spiritual body?]

Like the black saint, she decided to create her own spiritual body.

It was something I'd never done before, but it didn't seem impossible.

He must have maintained his clear form when he met the World Tree.

The figure of a woman with black hair, red eyes resembling flames and blue eyes resembling the sky.

The sword liked the way it looked, and started trying to get out of its metal body.

[Okay, that's it!]

The spiritual body of the sword with dark hair and odd eyes shed a strange laugh as the hero looked at him with bewildered eyes.

[Fuck me, master!]

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