The Hero Stripped Marian

"What?"

I asked as I looked at Marianne who suddenly burst into my room.

In fact, it was quite unexpected that she found my room, so at first I misunderstood that Lilith had come in the form of her Marianne her.

But soon, when I smelled her strong smell of alcohol coming from her Marianne body, I was able to recognize that she was a real saint.

"Warrior…"

Marian looked at me with her half-open eyes and opened her mouth.

It was because I was wondering what the hell she was trying to do by breaking into my room.

And at the end of the wait, Marian's words her were completely beyond my expectations.

"Fuck me too."

"What?"

No, in fact, it was not particularly unexpected.

There was nothing special about being a saint in a situation where Karen, Genoa, and even Isabella, the elven queen, were asking for my cock casually.

However, considering Marianne's hesitant gaze on her until now, it was only surprising that she had said such a thing out of her mouth her.

'Ah, he's a sweetheart.'

I could easily guess the culprit behind Marianne's dramatic change in her.

When leaving the elven village, the main culprit was Dalshinyang, who was fighting Marian for an unknown reason.

I don't know what the stupid cat was talking about, but Marianne certainly didn't look well.

"Marian, do not regret it and go to your room."

I said that to Marianne, who was reeling from her drunkenness.

In fact, it wasn't that I didn't have any thoughts of wanting to have Marianne.

Even in the first episode, and even now, she was the woman I had been with for the longest time, and she had a beautiful appearance befitting the name of a saint.

But even so, the reason I said as if I was kicking Marian out was simple.

It was a situation where I had deliberately neglected it, and if I wanted to embrace it, there were many opportunities to embrace her.

There was no reason whatsoever for her to have her drunk inside her.

But maybe my pet cat had a fairly large poop, so Marianne just snorted at my words of her.

"Regret? What do you regret, me?"

"Marian."

"If you just go today, that's something you'll regret, right? Warrior."

So said Marianne, and she staggered towards me.

The smell of her alcohol her, which had already been emanating from her, began to be felt more strongly the closer she got.

Beetle.

Marian, who walked with a strange gait like a zombie, she came to the front of my bed and lost her balance.

I did n't know if that was intentional, but I reflexively grabbed and supported her and Marianne's body with her.

As I slipped her hand between her armpits her, I felt her Marian's soft breasts her spur my palms.

"Um…"

I saw Marianne, who was barely spared from falling thanks to me, raising her head and looking at me with a hazy expression.

Her blue hair her, characteristic of her Marianne her, was disheveled.

And through her scattered hair her, a little light blue eyes could be seen.

Her Marian her was so close to my face that I could feel her breath coming from her pretty nose her against her lips her.

'How much did you drink?'

It was the first time I had seen Marian's face close up on her, but my biggest impression was the smell of alcohol in her and Marian's breath on her.

"Yo, warrior… Why me… Won't you?"

Marianne looked at me in the eyes and asked.

I didn't answer her, and as she stared at her, I could see a transparent liquid filling up her pale blue pupils.

"Isn't it too much? Actually I know everything. Is it because I am from Raksha?"

"What do you mean?"

At Marianne's unexpected words, I tilted her head and asked.

"I don't have a great father like Genoa, and I'm not a genius like Miss Karen, either. Besides, you can't even compare to the Elf Queen…"

Clear tears flowed from Marianne's eyes as she said that.

I felt a little guilty about Marian's appearance in her.

The things she thought were far from the truth, but anyway, it was all my fault for making her think that way.

"Marian, in case you forgot, you are also a saint of Guyanese religion."

"… Yes. She's a saint Nobody acknowledges it."

Marianne sniffed her nose and answered me like that.

She looked pretty cute like that, so I kissed Marianne's lips without realizing it.

As she lightly pressed her lips together, she felt Marianne's body her tremble.

But it was just there.

All I wanted was a light kiss in the first place, and I slowly tilted her head back to look at Marian.

It bothered me that Marianne's lips of her were slightly parted, but she needed to correct her misunderstanding of her anyway.

"Marian, I think you are more suitable for a saint than anyone else."

"Really?"

"Because you received the oracle about me, and you came to find me, Marianne Delarosi."

Marian's eyes curved like half moons, as if my words were comforting.

But that laugh didn't last long.

Marian asked me questioningly, with a fresh expression on her face her, as if she asked when she had laughed.

"Can't it be that I'm not touching you because I'm a saint?"

"No, it's nothing like that."

I was taken aback by Marianne's direct approach to her, unlike usual, and said that.

It was because I was unknowingly swept away by the atmosphere as we had a conversation with our faces close enough to touch each other's breath.

"Then, there should be no problem."

"What?"

Marian demonstrated her answer to my question with her actions her.

She brought her lips to mine as it was, and she naturally sucked her lower lip into her mouth.

A strange touch tickled her lower lip her, and in the mood, I naturally began to swallow Marianne's lips her.

There was a strong smell of alcohol, but it didn't matter too much.

Rather, I began to indulge Marianne's lips and tongue her as if I were drinking her drink her.

Sticky saliva flowed between each other's mouths, and their tongues and lips were intertwined as if they were one body.

Marianne, who had lost her balance, climbed onto her lap her and began to tuck her tongue deeper and deeper into hers, wrapped around her neck her.

"Ha… Ha…"

Hot breath poured from Marianne's neck her as they kissed her.

I started kissing Marianne's neck her just as I had shared her kisses her, and I felt her body her warming up more and more.

"Whoops. That's fortunate."

"What are you happy about?"

"The warrior… Because you don't hate me."

Marian said so, and she casually stroked my things.

As the situation progressed to that point, I was also an excited ecology, and of course, my cock was erect as if it would break through my pants at any moment.

Marian started to rub my pants with her strange hands her, and I couldn't stand it any longer and picked her up and laid her down on the bed.

"Kyaa!"

A high-pitched scream came from Marianne's mouth her, but I naturally began to pull up her bottoms her.

Her slender ankles, soft calves, and attractive thighs were revealed sequentially.

And on top of that was a pair of black underwear with a racy design that didn't match Marianne at all.

"Do you usually enjoy wearing something like this?"

"… That, yes why?"

"No, it's my taste."

I let out a laugh at Marian's words and started to run my hand over her underwear.

I traced Marianne's slightly ragged lace her with my fingertips, and pressed her important parts her with my hands.

The lower part of her black underwear her, visible between her immaculate thighs her, was already soaked with love juice.

The underwear wrapped around her fingertips her began digging into Marianne's gap her, and as my fingers attacked the important part of her, a strange moan escaped from Marianne's mouth her.

"Haha!"

I slowly rubbed my fingers against Marianne as she trembled and let out her hot breath.

Her fully ripened thighs her squeezed my hand, but I had no intention of stopping her movement her.

"Huh… Haaa… That stop… Happ!"

"Why? Didn't you want this?"

At my words her, Marian looked up at me blankly, with a look that seemed to distraught her.

In the meantime, my fingers were groping over Marianne's underwear her, and at that moment, Marianne bit her lower lip and licked her tongue.

It wasn't even her cock her, but the figure of the saintess showing a lecherous expression on her fingers her was sufficiently stimulating, and with her cock full of strength, I slowly pulled Marianne's underwear to one side.

In the place where her underwear her had been pushed away, there was Marianne's pussy her, which no one had ever touched.

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