I Became the Wrong Race

285 – Solution (8)

Llewelyn thought. She suddenly wondered, “Why is this rude mother like this?”

The reasons were complex. There were many things. It wasn’t something that could be easily organized for one or two reasons.

However, there were several things that came to mind, and they all had very high potential.

In fact, the reasons may be complex.

As Llewelyn pondered all the reasons, she felt the blood rushing to her lower body.

The first thing that came to mind was staying up all night.

Although it is true that most immortal species, including Llewelyn and Orthemilia, do not need sleep, it was true that they needed time to rest and recharge.

However, the continuous proceedings and divine assistance did not leave them any time to sleep, and for this reason, Llewellyn, Orthemilia, and the three counselors had to spend two days without a single rest.

There was stress and load. It is natural for sexual desire to boil over.

But that doesn’t mean I’m going to tempt just anyone to do it. She thought that Llewelyn’s fascination had affected Orthemilia just as it had on Isla and Lorian.

Didn’t he let himself say this? She herself is not free from the influence of fascination, and she feels it.

She felt that it would build up and build up, and that it would be okay for her to do it once.

And there must have been jealousy associated with it. Llewelyn knew that the main reason why blood was rushing to her lower body because of the Dragon King.

Ortemilia is jealous of that. As she already said, it was true that Llewelyn also enjoyed her her body her as eye candy.

In that sense, Ortemilia’s body her had a different flavor from Melody.

Her her breasts her her hers, larger than Melody’s, were quite large compared to her her Guernsey her body her her hers, which seemed to keep up with the growth of the few dragons Llewelyn had ever encountered and the being that shaped her.

It’s just that it’s hard to see because she’s covered in clothes, but when she took it off a few times, it felt quite large in texture and size.

Where is that? As Llewelyn swallowed her saliva, he looked at her hand her, her crawling on her chest her charming expression, and her dainty lips her.

Orthemilia had a thick tail.

The thick tail was located where a person’s tailbone would be attached, and perhaps to support the weight of her tail, Orthemilia’s thighs were also quite strong and reasonably thick, which looked nice.

Naturally, her hips were large and her hips was not that narrow.

Although her body is much smaller than Llewelyn, it means there is nothing she can’t hold.

But Llewelyn hesitated.

“No, she said she was actually the mother, but this… ” .”

“Isn’t there a point in standing up and talking about everything?”

“No, that-“

“And if she can do it with her sister, why can’t she do it with her mother?”

Llewelyn was shocked and stiffened. How did she know?

Ortemilia seemed to have read Llewelyn’s surprise and burst into laughter.

“There’s no way you wouldn’t know that. She makes it obvious like that, and she glances at each other with loving eyes…”

Ortemilia’s fingers move. Her her fingers her her her rolled across her her chest her her her, across her her her her her Llewelyn’s jawline her her her, and touched her lips her her her before she stopped with a whimper.

Orthemilia held her hand and giggled as Llewelyn lowered her posture, holding her cheeks.

“Don’t you want to do it too? He always looks at my body like he’s licking me… Don’t you want to check it out?”

What I’m saying is extremely despicable. Llewelyn found another reason there.

Ortemilia has a strong inquisitive mind and may have also been interested in her reproductive behavior.

People with a strong sense of exploration tend to be like that.

But she didn’t want to be in contact with just anyone.

If possible, find someone you like, someone who is not unpleasant when you touch their body, or is actually nice.

Llewelyn was an opponent who exactly fit that intention.

In fact, she can claim to be Llewelyn’s mother, but in reality she is not the mother, and she has never had any experience with anyone.

“Rather, aren’t you anxious to be with your mother?”

Ortemilia smiled sinisterly and seductively, took Llewelyn’s hand and clasped it. Llewellyn looked at Orthemilia in a daze and thought of an excuse to refuse.

If Orthemilia knew that Llewelyn and Lucilla had been together, she had nothing to say. She wasn’t the real mother, so it wasn’t a problem.

“I am…”

“Or, do you not want to do this with me?”

Ortemilia looks a little sad. Llewelyn stiffened in shock as she looked at that face.

Without realizing it, she stopped the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Every single one of those facial expressions, gestures, and actions was enough to arouse Llewelyn’s lust

Even Llewelyn herself had such thoughts. Why not?

She wasn’t there.

You may be thinking that you don’t want to do something in such an unexpected situation, but when has ever been a time when it wasn’t unexpected?

It was the same for Llewellyn himself.

Normally, Llewelyn would hug a woman every night, and she didn’t care about her sister, Isla, or even the little Melody.

She even said she was doing it during the day. Her main opponent was Lorian, and Lorian usually tried to get rid of her by mouth or by hand, using the excuse that it was not good for the owner to act like that.

Lewelyn was paying the price for her usual debauchery. She was already stiff, and her penis, which had a great presence both inside and outside of her pants, was touching her Orthemilia’s hand her her her.

The hand her caressing her clothes her was strange. Llewelyn looked around, started by the touch. Fortunately, there was no one there for her.

“No, if you’d rather do it in your room…”

“Yes? Does the king care about that? If you want, the entire clan can move on as if nothing happened?”

“I want you to take care of my dignity-“

Llewelyn stiffens before speaking. Before he knew it, he could feel a hand digging into his pants.

“Ugh, wait a minute, here…”

“Huh? Huh? “You say that, but why did you raise it like this?”

I ask even though I know the reason. It was because she saw the Dragon King’s body and was constantly provoked by Ortemilia, but neither Ortemilia nor Llewellin paid attention to that.

That’s not what you need to worry about now.

Llewellyn thought of the people who enjoyed the thrill and immorality of outdoor activities, and she thought she might be a part of it.

“Actually, you’re good too, right? Like this… Doesn’t it feel good to be rubbed by mom’s little hands?”

Ortemilia is laughing and clinging closely to Llewelyn and caring Llewellyn’s penis inside his pants her

Llewelyn thought as she felt her breathing becoming heavier little by little.

Ortemilia is better than I thought.

How on earth? Didn’t you have any experience? Orthemilia stuck out her head to Llewellyn, who looked down with her doubts.

“Would you please bow your head so I can kiss you?”

After saying that, Llewell Lin unconsciously lowered her head and touched her lips.

A unique scent wafted from Ortemilia’s mouth

A scent and taste that is unfamiliar and has never been tasted before.

After a while Llewelyn realized that it was some kind of poison.

“Ugh… ?!”

The penis responds. I feel my sexual feelings amplifying. I don’t know if it’s some kind of poison mixed in the body, or a potion taken in advance.

Llewelyn twisted her waist, feeling it increase her sensitivity.

That wasn’t everything. Llewellyn felt an obviously strange tongue digging into her mouth and tangling with her tongue.

It was a forked tongue. However, it was not completely split, but only the tip was split, a long, plump tongue.

It entwines Llewelyn’s tongue her her her her. The tongue moved as if smearing Llewelyn’s saliva from the tongue.

He swallows the saliva he has skimmed off, spits out his rough, hot breath into Llewelyn’s throat, stickily entangles his tongue, and presses his lips his.

A skill and a strong desire that is hard to imagine in that small body.

Even though Llewelyn knew that her fascination was growing stronger as she came into contact with the body, she could not stop it.

In fact, I didn’t even want to stop it anymore.

And it wasn’t just Llewelyn that piled up.

Until now, I didn’t know Ortemilia masturbated.

If I saw my frustration building up like this and my explosive desire, I would have definitely masturbated.

Perhaps he chose Llewelyn as his so-called ‘daughter’.

And now, she was in the right situation.

There was a penis in front of me that was good to use.

I had a liking for the owner of the penis and was also curious.

She has no reason to quit. Llewelyn was like that too.

Every time she saw Orthemilia’s naked body her, she had secretly resisted the desire to hug her, but she no longer denied that desire.

Llewelyn pulled down her pants, letting Orthemilia swallow and savor her saliva.

Because Llewelyn was also frustrated, her sexual desire was full.

As her penis appeared out of her pants, Ortemilia changed her touching position, feeling the slightest sense of freedom that had come to her.

After massaging her glans with her hand her, she moved from stroking it with her ring-shaped index finger and began stroking the entire length of her penis with her small hand.

She continues her dirty play with deep, sticky, dirty kisses.

Rub her her entire pole, apply the pre-cum that stains her her hands her to her her hand her and pole her her, and massage it back and forth.

Her penis her her her twitches her due to her her stronger sexual feelings her her her, leaving a smile in Llewelyn’s mouth as she kisses him.

The sound of laughing was pleasant. It was cute.

Actually, Ortemilia was very cute.

Behavior, face, body and even personality.

The fact that he was often ostentatious, boastful, or showed off was also cute when viewed as a lover.

There was no reason to worry about the fact that she was like a mother and that she was already carrying her sister.

Rather, for Llewelyn, who did not have her mother, it was almost like a spice that added to her stimulation of her.

Llewelyn felt a rush of ejaculation as she was served by her mother’s hands.

I could feel her testicles swelling rapidly after two days of abstinence, as well as her enhanced erogenous sensations.

I can feel semen flowing down my urethra. It will erupt sooner or later. Llewelyn knew this and stiffened her back, and Orthemilia, who was kissing her, slowly opened her eyes.

I feel that. Her face is close and I can feel the eyelashes softly brushing against her face.

When Llewelyn also opened her eyes, Or Temilia gently lifted her lips.

Just leave her tongue her, her her alone

Our eyes meet. The charmingly curved eyes smile.

Then her tongues tangled together. Her long, plump tongue which seems to have the best of both worlds, snake and human, wraps around Llewelyn’s tongue and explores it.

Orthemilia giggled and whispered as Llewelyn stiffened her body at the pleasure that seemed to crawl behind her head.

“Cum a lot in Mommy’s hands?”

At the same time, Orthemilia gently massages her glans

Llewellyn took that as a signal.

“Ugh, ugh… “Sigh.”

Sticky, thick semen spurts out. The white turbid liquid that fell to the floor was enough to impregnate a woman in both quantity and concentration.

It was also natural for Ortemilia to look at it with a regretful expression. Llewelyn leaned her body against the wall and caught her breath.

But her caress she didn’t stop. She ran her cum-stained hands up Llewelyn’s pole. She continued to move her hand her back and forth with her squeezing motion, as if telling him to cum until the last drop.

“Did mom’s hand feel good?”

She squeezes her pole while leaving a lewd whisper, and Llewelyn loses her pulse from her touch.

The penis soon becomes stiff due to the enhanced sexual sensation, and the semen remaining in the urethra flows out helplessly and falls on the tiled floor.

“Why are you so good at this?”

That was all Llewelyn could say. She always took the lead when it came to mixing her body, so this was kind of humiliating for her.

She was overwhelmed by Orthemilia, who was clearly just a virgin.

For Llewelyn, who already has four experienced people, this is not only unfortunate but also shocking. Llewelyn looked at her, wondering if it was really her her her first time her her.

“Well, I’ve been doing it alone lately, just thinking about you, so isn’t that right?”

He comforted Llewelyn with words that a man could only listen to.

“… Since when?”

“Since the first time you beat me up?”

So isn’t it almost from the beginning? No, rather, why from that point?

Llewellyn froze with complex thoughts, and Ortemilia quietly knelt down in front of Llewelyn while laughing.

She was short. However, when she sat down and slightly straightened her knees and back, her mouth was positioned just right in front of Llewelyn’s penis.

“Your mother has such dirty tastes.”

Her breath blowing on the glans is hot. As Llewellyn trembled her waist, Orthemilia stretched out her tongue and licked her glans.

“Forced into submission at your hands, beaten, and treated so violently that the necromancer’s mortal body is reminded of death…”

He cups her mouth her and strokes her glans her, and sucks her her semen out her with her cupped mouth her her her her.

Her her pre-cum her surges accordingly. A sweet fluid for Ortemilia.

She knelt down on her knees and whispered fawningly to her creation.

“He grabbed my horns, was treated like a tool, and poured semen into my neck with the force of impregnating me… “I was hoping for something like that.”

Ortemilia smiles contentedly with a smile full of self-deprecation and lust. She clasped both of Llewelyn’s hands and gently guided them to her two horns.

“Aren’t you resentful of having to live like that? How about getting revenge by stuffing a lot of it down your mother’s neck?”

Orthemilia closes her eyes, opens her mouth and says ahh, and sticks out her tongue.

Looking at the corners of her eyes that were wide with happiness, Le Welin could not bear it any longer.

He pulled on the horn and plunged his penis deep into the man’s throat.