The fire rose from under her feet and faded away quickly.
This is the 23rd exercise.
Failed again.
Anna's naked body was covered in sweat, and the heat suddenly churned and made a sizzling sound.
She didn't stop at all and then started her next practice.
The witch uniform was neatly folded and placed aside. If she hadn't insisted on doing this at the beginning, the clothes would have turned into ashes in the flames.
Anyway, it was about to burn, and Roland did not prepare any extra clothes for Anna. Instead, she stood aside and admired Anna's sweaty body openly. It didn't matter to Anna. After all, her dirty posture had been seen. Now she was just naked, which was no big deal, but Anna did not realize that her shame was slowly decreasing.
The 24th exercise finally came to fruition, and the flames no longer rose from under her feet, but appeared out of thin air in her palm.
She raised her arm carefully, trying to move it to her fingertips, but the flame swayed twice and suddenly rushed up to her arm.
Anna took off the flames, took the towel beside her expressionlessly, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and then picked up the prepared water cup and drank a big mouthful of water.
Roland found that he could not calmly face a naked girl - especially the girl's figure when she turned into flames had a different charm.
Her sweat-covered body shone with sunlight and flames. Roland could clearly see the large droplets of water along her snow-white chest, crossing her nipples, then flowing into the valley along her flat belly, and finally dripping on her pink labia.
A lot of desire was growing in my mind. Roland recalled the night he had been in the underground cell again. Anna's warm, moist and tight vagina wrapped around him. As he kept thrusting, vaginal fluid kept pouring out, and the strong pleasure squeezed out all his semen.
Roland shook his head and threw distracting thoughts behind his head.
As of now, it is not easy to master this power.
The phased goal he set for Anna was to release flames from the palms or fingers, not to affect the clothes on his body, and to maintain a high enough temperature to melt the pig iron ingots in the pool.
When the thirtyth practice failed, Roland stopped her.
Have a rest.
Anna stared at him in a daze, without reaction.
Roland had no choice but to walk over, take the girl's hand and hold it next to the chair, and press her down to sit down.
You are already tired and should rest when you are tired, and don’t force it too much. We have been in a long time. He helped her wipe her sweaty body and used great perseverance to control her hands from touching the round plump. Let’s have afternoon tea first.
*******************
Roland knew that the nobles of the Greycastle Kingdom did not have the habit of enjoying afternoon tea, and the productivity of this world was so poor that it was difficult for people to have the time to taste exquisite food - three meals were not popular, let alone four meals.
As for the idle playboys, they usually gather in bars or casinos at this time.
If you don’t have this habit, you can create a good one. There is a ready-made snack, and there is no tea that can be replaced with ale. After knowing that he was going to a remote border town, the fourth prince brought his maid, servant and chef over.
So the first afternoon tea party was held in the simple wooden shed in the back garden of the castle.
Anna looked at the plates of exquisite snacks, a little unable to believe her eyes.Why can food be made so beautiful?
Although she couldn't name the specific name of the pastry, the combination of the pure white appearance and bright red fruits itself made people feel that they had a lot of appetite, especially the outer edge of the pastry was dotted with several delicate patterns, which made her worldview be engraved again.
Roland looked at Anna's at a loss proudly. Isn't it just a strawberry butter cake? It's like scaring you, the country bun.
Moreover, these strawberries are marinated in sugar and the taste is not fresh.
What is more interesting than eating is to appreciate the expression of the witch.
Roland watched as the other party carefully put the cake into his mouth, his blue eyes were almost shining, his hair was shaking, and suddenly the illusion of watching food animation in his heart.
―The dishes that don’t shine are not good!
Well, the feeling of developing this kind of role is pretty good.
So watching Anna practice and enjoying afternoon tea with her became the daily routine of Roland's life. Even if he didn't care about government affairs, Barov would help him take care of it in an orderly manner.
However, there are also troubles. Looking at the girl's beautiful body all day long, especially after experiencing the beauty of this body, how to control her desires became a problem. Especially Anna was not shy about the prince's pants, which pushed out a small mountain lower body, which made Roland even more embarrassed. Fortunately, there was also a maid. Tyr was a maid trained by Roland's predecessor. She had soft blonde hair, a beautiful face, and a plump figure. When Roland patted her butt, Tyr would sensibly pose in a suitable position. Her predecessor often used Tyr to exchange maids or wives and concubines with other noble children, and the nobles were very promiscuous.
At night, Roland's room Ah!Ah!Ah!No...Tyre is no longer possible!Tyre is going to be fucked to death by His Highness!
The maid Tyr held the edge of the bed with both hands, the hem of the maid's dress was lifted to his waist, and his plump thighs were forcibly spread by Roland. Roland quickly thrust his lower body and hit Tyr's plump buttocks hard, making a rapid sound of slap. It has to be said that although the predecessor of this body was eating, drinking, and gambling, the core strength of the waist was very well exercised. Such violent waist movement has lasted for twenty minutes. If it were Roland before traveling through time, it would probably not be possible in five minutes.
Roland rose up and slapped Tyre on the buttocks, slapped him and his buttocks fluctuated.
The butt is raised again!I tightened my pussy and I am coming!
Upon hearing this, Tyr quickly tiptoed and cooperated with Roland's rhythm. While Roland was sprinting skillfully, he pushed his buttocks back, allowing Roland to go deeper into herself and try hard to tighten her vagina. She knew that Roland was about to ejaculate, and she must bring the prince the best ejaculation experience!
Tyre is coming too!Tyre wants His Highness to shoot in!Give the thick semen to the humble Tyre's humble cunt!Tyre naturally knew what Roland liked, and moaned loudly, begging Roland's semen like a slut.
Although Roland is no longer the original Roland, she was also extremely excited when she listened to the vulgar and obscene words of the maid Tyre, as if she had hit the G-spot. Her lower body was sprinting desperately, and her whole body lay on Tyre's body, allowing her weak body to bear her weight. She suddenly pulled down Tyre's loose collar with both hands, took out the two large balls of soft flesh, and grabbed and rubbed it hard.
Roland felt that he was about to reach his limit. After thrusting hard for a few more times, his lower body pressed against Tyr's plump buttocks, and his fingers grabbed the brown nipples and pinched them hard.
Tyr held his head up and made a sharp scream, his whole body trembled, and a large stream of vaginal fluid poured out from the depths of his vagina, hitting Roland's sensitive glans. Roland could no longer control it. As soon as the sperm loosened, thick semen shot into Tyr's vagina one by one.
For some reason, Tyre's back in front of him was replaced by Anna's back. Roland recalled the wonderful feeling of fucking Anna that night, and the semen on her lower body was squirted out uncontrollably.
Roland, who had ejaculated more than ten strands of semen, lay on Tyr's back and rested like a dead dog. Tyr did not dare to move, for fear of disturbing Roland.
After resting, Roland pulled out of Tyre's already weak vagina. Tyre felt Roland's withdrawal and quickly turned around, holding Roland's mouth in his mouth, and carefully cleaning it.
Roland wanted to stop, but Tyre's mouth and tongue were indeed comfortable, and in his impression, Tyre always did this. Roland didn't want to reveal flaws, so he didn't stop it.
In fact, there is also a deeper dark mentality in my heart. I look at a beautiful woman who lets her fuck her, saying lewd and humble words, and I will work hard to clean after the matter is over. It’s really good. Is this power?
The warm and fragrant tongue carefully swept across every part of the glans, sweeping away the remaining semen and vaginal fluid. When Tyr vomited Roland, the semen in his body had flowed from the hole to the carpet.
Seeing this, Tyr lay down on the ground without saying a word, stretched out his small tongue to lick the semen bit by bit, and his other hand also reached his crotch to catch the semen flowing out.
Ah, Your Highness’s semen!Don't waste it, Tyre will eat it all.Tyre muttered to himself while sending the semen in his hand into his mouth.
Roland did not expect Tyre to be trained so thoroughly by his predecessor, and did not stop Tyre for a while. When he came back to his senses, Tyre had already knelt in front of him obediently, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, indicating that he had eaten all of them.
Roland smiled bitterly. There was nothing to say at this point. She should be kind to Tyre in the future and not let her do such a thing that trampled on her self-esteem. However, her lower body slowly raised her head and showed that Roland was insincere.
Tyre, come and serve me in bed
Yes, Your Highness.
Tyre obediently served Roland to take off her clothes, and then let Roland lie on the soft bed, while he gently held Roland's half-soft, licking Roland's scrotum with his tongue and mouth.
When the hands became firm again, Tyr knelt on both sides of Roland's body with his legs apart, holding it with one hand and labia with the other hand, and putting it into his body again. This time, Tyr was led by Tyr, so you can't let His Highness overwork.
Tyre's beautiful body brought Roland a new experience. He couldn't help but reach out to hold the plump breasts that were jumping up and down, allowing his whole palm to feel the wonderful touch.
After a while, Tyr's movements gradually slowed down. He panted and supported his hands on Roland's chest, but his lower body continued to suck. Finally, with a muffled groan, Roland once again filled Tyr's vagina.
Roland was no longer energetic and said to Tyre, "Sleep with me tonight, and then continue to insert the meat stick into Tyre's body and fall asleep deeply."
********************
Three days later, Barov sent all the materials he had sorted out in the border town to Roland's office.This was definitely an incredible incident before, and the Fourth Prince actually had the patience to read such a large pile of tedious reports.
In fact, he doesn't have it now.Roland felt dizzy after only two lines, and said to Barov directly, "Read it for me."
After spending an hour listening to the minister's assistant's report, he found something wrong. Why is the tax and trade in Bianfeng Town zero in every winter?
The temperature in winter is low and the harvest is reduced, but what does it mean to directly reset to zero? Do local people have the habit of hibernation?
Barov coughed twice, Your Highness, have you forgotten?Winter is a Demon Moon. The border town has no ability to guard, and all residents have to move to Changge Fortress.But please rest assured that Your Highness’s safety must be the first.
Demon Moon?
Roland recalled that there seemed to be such a noun before this, he did not take the legend of ghosts, evil witches, etc. into consideration, and believed that it was just nonsense about the uncivilized world.
But now it seems that it is another way to say whether evil or not is evil, witches do exist.
So...what about other widely circulated ghost legends?
During the court teaching, the history tutor talked about the Demon Moon in detail.After the first snow falls in winter every year, the sun is dim and the gates of hell in the Dragon Ridge Mountains will open at this moment.
The evil aura from hell will erode creatures and turn them into slaves to the devil.
Some animals will mutate into powerful evil beasts and attack humans.
Most witches were born in this season, and their power was far better than usual.
Have you seen it?Gate of Hell.Roland asked.
Your Highness, how can an ordinary person see it?Barov shook his head repeatedly. Not to mention that the Dragon Ridge Mountains cannot be crossed at all. Even close to the mountains will be affected by evil aura. In mild cases, the headache will be unbearable, and in severe cases, the mind will be lost.unless……
Unless anything?
Unless that man is a witch.Only witches can see the gates of hell, because they have fallen into the devil's minions and are naturally not affected by evil spirits.Speaking of this, Barov turned his head and looked at the back garden.
What about the evil beast? Have you ever seen it?Roland knocked on the table unhappily.
Uh, I haven't seen it before.Like His Highness, I have been to the border for the first time.In the Kingdom Center Greycastle, almost few people can encounter real evil.
It is moved once a year, how can this place develop?Originally, he thought that the border town was just barren, but it still had the potential for development, but now it seems like a big pit.
The Changge Fortress can resist evil beasts, which means that they can be killed, and it is not invincible!Then why can't we defeat them in border towns?
Changge Fortress has huge city walls and is also stationed with Duke Ryan's elite troops, which are not comparable to those of the Border Town. Barov explained that from the very beginning, the purpose of establishing the Border Town was to provide early warning to the fortress, so it was established between Beipoling and Chishui River.
Like cannon fodder, Roland sneered.
This is the 23rd exercise.
Failed again.
Anna's naked body was covered in sweat, and the heat suddenly churned and made a sizzling sound.
She didn't stop at all and then started her next practice.
The witch uniform was neatly folded and placed aside. If she hadn't insisted on doing this at the beginning, the clothes would have turned into ashes in the flames.
Anyway, it was about to burn, and Roland did not prepare any extra clothes for Anna. Instead, she stood aside and admired Anna's sweaty body openly. It didn't matter to Anna. After all, her dirty posture had been seen. Now she was just naked, which was no big deal, but Anna did not realize that her shame was slowly decreasing.
The 24th exercise finally came to fruition, and the flames no longer rose from under her feet, but appeared out of thin air in her palm.
She raised her arm carefully, trying to move it to her fingertips, but the flame swayed twice and suddenly rushed up to her arm.
Anna took off the flames, took the towel beside her expressionlessly, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and then picked up the prepared water cup and drank a big mouthful of water.
Roland found that he could not calmly face a naked girl - especially the girl's figure when she turned into flames had a different charm.
Her sweat-covered body shone with sunlight and flames. Roland could clearly see the large droplets of water along her snow-white chest, crossing her nipples, then flowing into the valley along her flat belly, and finally dripping on her pink labia.
A lot of desire was growing in my mind. Roland recalled the night he had been in the underground cell again. Anna's warm, moist and tight vagina wrapped around him. As he kept thrusting, vaginal fluid kept pouring out, and the strong pleasure squeezed out all his semen.
Roland shook his head and threw distracting thoughts behind his head.
As of now, it is not easy to master this power.
The phased goal he set for Anna was to release flames from the palms or fingers, not to affect the clothes on his body, and to maintain a high enough temperature to melt the pig iron ingots in the pool.
When the thirtyth practice failed, Roland stopped her.
Have a rest.
Anna stared at him in a daze, without reaction.
Roland had no choice but to walk over, take the girl's hand and hold it next to the chair, and press her down to sit down.
You are already tired and should rest when you are tired, and don’t force it too much. We have been in a long time. He helped her wipe her sweaty body and used great perseverance to control her hands from touching the round plump. Let’s have afternoon tea first.
*******************
Roland knew that the nobles of the Greycastle Kingdom did not have the habit of enjoying afternoon tea, and the productivity of this world was so poor that it was difficult for people to have the time to taste exquisite food - three meals were not popular, let alone four meals.
As for the idle playboys, they usually gather in bars or casinos at this time.
If you don’t have this habit, you can create a good one. There is a ready-made snack, and there is no tea that can be replaced with ale. After knowing that he was going to a remote border town, the fourth prince brought his maid, servant and chef over.
So the first afternoon tea party was held in the simple wooden shed in the back garden of the castle.
Anna looked at the plates of exquisite snacks, a little unable to believe her eyes.Why can food be made so beautiful?
Although she couldn't name the specific name of the pastry, the combination of the pure white appearance and bright red fruits itself made people feel that they had a lot of appetite, especially the outer edge of the pastry was dotted with several delicate patterns, which made her worldview be engraved again.
Roland looked at Anna's at a loss proudly. Isn't it just a strawberry butter cake? It's like scaring you, the country bun.
Moreover, these strawberries are marinated in sugar and the taste is not fresh.
What is more interesting than eating is to appreciate the expression of the witch.
Roland watched as the other party carefully put the cake into his mouth, his blue eyes were almost shining, his hair was shaking, and suddenly the illusion of watching food animation in his heart.
―The dishes that don’t shine are not good!
Well, the feeling of developing this kind of role is pretty good.
So watching Anna practice and enjoying afternoon tea with her became the daily routine of Roland's life. Even if he didn't care about government affairs, Barov would help him take care of it in an orderly manner.
However, there are also troubles. Looking at the girl's beautiful body all day long, especially after experiencing the beauty of this body, how to control her desires became a problem. Especially Anna was not shy about the prince's pants, which pushed out a small mountain lower body, which made Roland even more embarrassed. Fortunately, there was also a maid. Tyr was a maid trained by Roland's predecessor. She had soft blonde hair, a beautiful face, and a plump figure. When Roland patted her butt, Tyr would sensibly pose in a suitable position. Her predecessor often used Tyr to exchange maids or wives and concubines with other noble children, and the nobles were very promiscuous.
At night, Roland's room Ah!Ah!Ah!No...Tyre is no longer possible!Tyre is going to be fucked to death by His Highness!
The maid Tyr held the edge of the bed with both hands, the hem of the maid's dress was lifted to his waist, and his plump thighs were forcibly spread by Roland. Roland quickly thrust his lower body and hit Tyr's plump buttocks hard, making a rapid sound of slap. It has to be said that although the predecessor of this body was eating, drinking, and gambling, the core strength of the waist was very well exercised. Such violent waist movement has lasted for twenty minutes. If it were Roland before traveling through time, it would probably not be possible in five minutes.
Roland rose up and slapped Tyre on the buttocks, slapped him and his buttocks fluctuated.
The butt is raised again!I tightened my pussy and I am coming!
Upon hearing this, Tyr quickly tiptoed and cooperated with Roland's rhythm. While Roland was sprinting skillfully, he pushed his buttocks back, allowing Roland to go deeper into herself and try hard to tighten her vagina. She knew that Roland was about to ejaculate, and she must bring the prince the best ejaculation experience!
Tyre is coming too!Tyre wants His Highness to shoot in!Give the thick semen to the humble Tyre's humble cunt!Tyre naturally knew what Roland liked, and moaned loudly, begging Roland's semen like a slut.
Although Roland is no longer the original Roland, she was also extremely excited when she listened to the vulgar and obscene words of the maid Tyre, as if she had hit the G-spot. Her lower body was sprinting desperately, and her whole body lay on Tyre's body, allowing her weak body to bear her weight. She suddenly pulled down Tyre's loose collar with both hands, took out the two large balls of soft flesh, and grabbed and rubbed it hard.
Roland felt that he was about to reach his limit. After thrusting hard for a few more times, his lower body pressed against Tyr's plump buttocks, and his fingers grabbed the brown nipples and pinched them hard.
Tyr held his head up and made a sharp scream, his whole body trembled, and a large stream of vaginal fluid poured out from the depths of his vagina, hitting Roland's sensitive glans. Roland could no longer control it. As soon as the sperm loosened, thick semen shot into Tyr's vagina one by one.
For some reason, Tyre's back in front of him was replaced by Anna's back. Roland recalled the wonderful feeling of fucking Anna that night, and the semen on her lower body was squirted out uncontrollably.
Roland, who had ejaculated more than ten strands of semen, lay on Tyr's back and rested like a dead dog. Tyr did not dare to move, for fear of disturbing Roland.
After resting, Roland pulled out of Tyre's already weak vagina. Tyre felt Roland's withdrawal and quickly turned around, holding Roland's mouth in his mouth, and carefully cleaning it.
Roland wanted to stop, but Tyre's mouth and tongue were indeed comfortable, and in his impression, Tyre always did this. Roland didn't want to reveal flaws, so he didn't stop it.
In fact, there is also a deeper dark mentality in my heart. I look at a beautiful woman who lets her fuck her, saying lewd and humble words, and I will work hard to clean after the matter is over. It’s really good. Is this power?
The warm and fragrant tongue carefully swept across every part of the glans, sweeping away the remaining semen and vaginal fluid. When Tyr vomited Roland, the semen in his body had flowed from the hole to the carpet.
Seeing this, Tyr lay down on the ground without saying a word, stretched out his small tongue to lick the semen bit by bit, and his other hand also reached his crotch to catch the semen flowing out.
Ah, Your Highness’s semen!Don't waste it, Tyre will eat it all.Tyre muttered to himself while sending the semen in his hand into his mouth.
Roland did not expect Tyre to be trained so thoroughly by his predecessor, and did not stop Tyre for a while. When he came back to his senses, Tyre had already knelt in front of him obediently, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, indicating that he had eaten all of them.
Roland smiled bitterly. There was nothing to say at this point. She should be kind to Tyre in the future and not let her do such a thing that trampled on her self-esteem. However, her lower body slowly raised her head and showed that Roland was insincere.
Tyre, come and serve me in bed
Yes, Your Highness.
Tyre obediently served Roland to take off her clothes, and then let Roland lie on the soft bed, while he gently held Roland's half-soft, licking Roland's scrotum with his tongue and mouth.
When the hands became firm again, Tyr knelt on both sides of Roland's body with his legs apart, holding it with one hand and labia with the other hand, and putting it into his body again. This time, Tyr was led by Tyr, so you can't let His Highness overwork.
Tyre's beautiful body brought Roland a new experience. He couldn't help but reach out to hold the plump breasts that were jumping up and down, allowing his whole palm to feel the wonderful touch.
After a while, Tyr's movements gradually slowed down. He panted and supported his hands on Roland's chest, but his lower body continued to suck. Finally, with a muffled groan, Roland once again filled Tyr's vagina.
Roland was no longer energetic and said to Tyre, "Sleep with me tonight, and then continue to insert the meat stick into Tyre's body and fall asleep deeply."
********************
Three days later, Barov sent all the materials he had sorted out in the border town to Roland's office.This was definitely an incredible incident before, and the Fourth Prince actually had the patience to read such a large pile of tedious reports.
In fact, he doesn't have it now.Roland felt dizzy after only two lines, and said to Barov directly, "Read it for me."
After spending an hour listening to the minister's assistant's report, he found something wrong. Why is the tax and trade in Bianfeng Town zero in every winter?
The temperature in winter is low and the harvest is reduced, but what does it mean to directly reset to zero? Do local people have the habit of hibernation?
Barov coughed twice, Your Highness, have you forgotten?Winter is a Demon Moon. The border town has no ability to guard, and all residents have to move to Changge Fortress.But please rest assured that Your Highness’s safety must be the first.
Demon Moon?
Roland recalled that there seemed to be such a noun before this, he did not take the legend of ghosts, evil witches, etc. into consideration, and believed that it was just nonsense about the uncivilized world.
But now it seems that it is another way to say whether evil or not is evil, witches do exist.
So...what about other widely circulated ghost legends?
During the court teaching, the history tutor talked about the Demon Moon in detail.After the first snow falls in winter every year, the sun is dim and the gates of hell in the Dragon Ridge Mountains will open at this moment.
The evil aura from hell will erode creatures and turn them into slaves to the devil.
Some animals will mutate into powerful evil beasts and attack humans.
Most witches were born in this season, and their power was far better than usual.
Have you seen it?Gate of Hell.Roland asked.
Your Highness, how can an ordinary person see it?Barov shook his head repeatedly. Not to mention that the Dragon Ridge Mountains cannot be crossed at all. Even close to the mountains will be affected by evil aura. In mild cases, the headache will be unbearable, and in severe cases, the mind will be lost.unless……
Unless anything?
Unless that man is a witch.Only witches can see the gates of hell, because they have fallen into the devil's minions and are naturally not affected by evil spirits.Speaking of this, Barov turned his head and looked at the back garden.
What about the evil beast? Have you ever seen it?Roland knocked on the table unhappily.
Uh, I haven't seen it before.Like His Highness, I have been to the border for the first time.In the Kingdom Center Greycastle, almost few people can encounter real evil.
It is moved once a year, how can this place develop?Originally, he thought that the border town was just barren, but it still had the potential for development, but now it seems like a big pit.
The Changge Fortress can resist evil beasts, which means that they can be killed, and it is not invincible!Then why can't we defeat them in border towns?
Changge Fortress has huge city walls and is also stationed with Duke Ryan's elite troops, which are not comparable to those of the Border Town. Barov explained that from the very beginning, the purpose of establishing the Border Town was to provide early warning to the fortress, so it was established between Beipoling and Chishui River.
Like cannon fodder, Roland sneered.
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