Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. In the winter when she was fourteen years old, a refugee riot occurred in Yinguang City, and the parents who distributed food to the refugees never came back.
Nightingale and her younger brother were sent to another branch of the Glen family, the home of her father's brothers.
It was also that winter that the Nightingale awakened for the witch.
Speaking of this, it seemed that I remembered the cold of that winter. In addition to her body, she also had her heart. She curled up to Roland, leaning her soft body in Roland's arms, and her warm embrace dispelled the chill.
Roland grabbed her little hand, put it in her palm, placed it in front of her, and lit up, and said: Don't worry, I will definitely let you live a normal life in the future.
Um.Nightingale drilled her head towards her strong chest and continued to tell her. Later, she carefully hid her abilities, but was still discovered by Old Glen, snatched her younger brother from her and used her brother's life to threaten Nightingale to do her job for her.
Nightingale could only do so. She was trained by members of the thieves guild found by Old Glen, and then did some shameful things for him, such as sneaking into the homes of trade rivals to steal contracts and documents, eavesdropping on meetings at the town hall, and later even throwing poison into the water tanks or wine glasses of some potential competitors.
Roland gently stroked her blonde curly hair, soothing her emotions.
Under the candlelight, tears were accumulated in the corners of the nightingale's eyes, shining.
Nightingale leaned smoothly against his chest, allowing Roland's palm to fall on his head.
After calming down for a moment, the nightingale's confiding sounded again in the quiet room.
The business of the Gelan family is getting bigger and bigger, but his attitude towards Nightingale is getting worse and worse. As long as there is something wrong with her, he will punch and kick her.
In addition to doing his own work, he locked the Nightingale in the room and replaced the door with iron railings.
What made Nightingale the most sad and puzzled was that her younger brother Hyde almost never came to see her again.
She began to wonder if Old Glen had killed her younger brother.
As she repeatedly begged, the other party brought his younger brother with disgust.However, Hyde told Nightingale with disgust that she really hoped that without her sister, the witch would go to hell to be with the devil.
Nightingale suddenly collapsed, but the nightmare was not over yet. Old Glen gave her the last blow to the secret of her becoming a witch. It was Hyde who told himself that the purpose was to leave the witch, the farther away, the better.
After seeing off Hyde, Old Glen coldly warned her that her younger brother would inherit his father's title when he became an adult, but if Nightingale did not continue to obey his orders, he could make his younger brother die silently at any time.
Roland didn't know how to comfort this sad witch with words, but he knew that being able to tell him about this already showed her intention to him.
Without saying anything, Roland just leaned down and kissed the Nightingale's eyes, pursing tears on her lips, and the salty smell spreads in her taste buds, filled with the nightingale's painful memories.
Roland's kiss made Nightingale blush, and the painful expression in her eyes was diluted by shyness. She placed her little hands on her abdomen, holding a corner of Roland's clothes tightly.
In this way, the Nightingale was controlled by the Glen family like a puppet in despair and great grief.
On her way home from the mission, she meets Wendy during her approaching snow month.
Or, Wendy found her.
When he learned that there was a witch co-help association, and when he learned that there were many sisters like her who had suffered misfortunes but did not give up on resistance, a spark of Mars suddenly ignited in the broken heart of the Nightingale.
She didn't spend much time from being confused to being determined.
On her adult day a week later, she gritted her teeth and survived the torture, and her strength changed drastically.
The fog was not just hiding her body, she found that the iron railings could no longer stop her.
After her symptoms recovered from adulthood, she stepped into Old Garlan's bedroom like a ghost one night and cut open his neck with a dagger.
Seeing the blood spurting several feet high and the sound of the other party drinking, she unexpectedly found that she was calmer than she imagined.
Then Nightingale left Glen's house, and as for her younger brother Hyde, she no longer wanted to pay attention to it.
In this way, she and Wendy embarked on a journey to find a co-help association.
After hearing the Nightingale telling, Roland reached out to hold Nightingale's little buttocks, and with a little force, he held Nightingale's light body in his arms and sat on his thighs. Well... Nightingale let out a gentle whisper, and her butt was twisted on her thighs. After struggling symbolically, she lay obediently in Roland's arms, like a lazy cat, holding Roland's bracelet on Roland's waist, kicked off her shoes with her feet, and placed her slender legs across and placed them beside the bed.
Roland hugged Nightingale tightly and looked at her with his eyes seriously.
Nightingale's face was rosy, and Roland's hot eyes lit her cheeks like fire, including her ears, and her red face shone brightly in the candlelight.
Nightingale closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and her shaking eyelashes revealed her inner anxiety and expectation.
Roland did not hesitate, lowered his head and kissed the closed red lips.When the lips touch each other, a soft touch came.Roland's teeth were nippled, and the numb feeling made Nightingale respond actively.
The soft and cold lips were as delicious as the world's world. Roland stuck out his tongue, licked the nightingale's upper and lower lips, and savored it carefully.
Well... Feeling the pleasure of licking the taste buds of Roland's tongue, Nightingale's mouth opened slightly, Roland sent his tongue into it, and the tip of his tongue teased Nightingale's soft little tongue, and the touch of the tip of his tongue brought a numb inductance.
Roland easily grabbed the nightingale's tongue, held it with her lips, gently sucking the nightingale's tongue, and her movements were slow and gentle.
The warm kissing dispels the cold air inside.
Roland's hand gradually slid down, and he drilled into the underside of his clothes, crossed his flat belly, and climbed to the tall peak.
Oh...no...no... The nightingale's voice came from the gap of kissing hard.
Roland naturally would not stop, and gently bit her tongue and licked it, like sucking jelly, preventing Nightingale from begging for mercy.
Unable to make a sound, Nightingale's hand grabbed Roland's hand that was causing trouble in her clothes, and tried to stop him firmly but weakly.
Roland's other hand bent over Nightingale's long legs, grabbed the small jade feet in her hand, gently stroked the soles of her feet, and drew a circle on it naughtyly.
After a long time, the lips were separated and a smooth silk thread was hung in the middle.In Roland's arms, the nightingale breathed rapidly, her hair was slightly confused, her eyes were half open, she was panicked and confused, and she looked a little embarrassed.
Roland liked her embarrassing look, rolled out her tongue, cut off the silk thread around her, buried her head in the nightingale's snow-white neck, sucked it hard, leaving red marks on her fair neck.
The nightingale raised her head and her heavy breathing hit Roland's face, with the smell of Roland inside.
Roland took off Nightingale's casual clothes and placed her on the big bed with three layers of velvet blankets.
Roland buried his head between the raised breasts and kissed him, stroking his breasts with his palms, and his two pink nipples stood up under the teasing of his fingertips.
The nightingale stroked Roland's chest. The barrier of clothes made her rush to untidy Roland's clothes with her hands. Her head was raised and she could only see the ceiling.
The little hands that were touching everywhere could not untie Roland's clothes, and their hurrying looks were very cute.
Roland, who had risen from her chest, couldn't help but chuckle, took the initiative to take off her clothes, and then pressed against her petite body.
ah!
Two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and Roland's chest pressed the softness of the nightingale into a pancake, feeling the heartbeat of the chest to the chest.
Crimson climbed up on his cheeks, shyness and excitement mixed, Nightingale reached out to press Roland's head and kissed him passionately again.
Roland's hands wandered on his smooth body, and when they touched sensitive parts, they always aroused the nightingale's groan.
Soon, my palm felt a wet.
Well... don't... no... Nightingale murmured, but her legs were entangled, clamping Roland's palms inside, sinking into a soft and soft place.
Roland struggled to take out her hand, ready to take off her last armed forces.
But Nightingale clamped her legs tightly and refused to give in.
Be good, relax.Roland kneaded the nightingale's skillful buttocks and persuaded the nightingale softly.
No...no...
Relax……
Well... Nightingale still refused.
Bang!Roland suddenly slapped Yuanmeng at his subordinate.
YīngNíng... Nightingale's tense body suddenly relaxed, and Roland quickly released the 'disarm' skill and quickly took off the last cloth. The woman's mysterious valley was exposed to the air.
Roland kissed the bridge of the nose, lips, neck, breasts, lower abdomen, navel, and finally reached the vagina.
The beautiful mysterious holy land of Nightingale was finally revealed in Roland's eyes. He took a greedy breath, then stuck out his tongue and sucked the pink and tender fleshy vagina.
Ah!No... there...oh... no... Nightingale murmured, reaching out to push Roland's head, but the force of the hand was contrary to her, pressing Roland between her legs.
Roland licked his tongue on his vagina, bit his teeth lightly on his labia, his nose was itchy with pubic hair, and a trace of moisturizer flowed out from his delicate labia, and asked: Why can't it work?If not, why do you press my head?
Nightingale's earlobes were dyed with redness, and she reluctantly let go of her hand, feeling embarrassed by Roland's exposure. During the days of the Communist Aid Association, she and Wendy comforted each other a lot and humbly defended: Well... there... um... um... um... um... filth...
Roland blew a breath into the mysterious hole, and Nightingale let out a refreshing moan. Her two hands that had nowhere to put were grabbed by her breasts, pressing her index finger against the two small grapes, sinking deep into her breasts.
Ah!The tip of her tongue teased the clitoris, and a current rushed across the nightingale's body and reached her mind. Her fleshy pussy was breathing rhythmically like a small mouth, opening and closing, and honey liquid flowed out from the corner of the closed mouth.
She thrust her body slightly, almost sending her vagina to Roland's mouth, unconsciously clamping her thighs, fixing his head.
Roland's entire face was buried between his legs, and his face was covered with honey secreted from his pussy, looking extremely funny.He worked hard to serve the nightingale's vagina, and the nightingale's comfortable panting kept inspiring him.
Well... um... Ah... um... Palace... Your Highness... um... The honey liquid became more and more, and Roland's penis gradually became congested, pushing a large tent underneath.
He raised his head, took off his clothes, released his thick penis, and stood in front of the nightingale like a mighty general.
Hehe, do you want to try what the honey liquid below you tastes?Roland licked his lips with his tongue, put his head on Nightingale's face with a strange smile, and went to find her little mouth that was constantly dodging.
No, Roland, you have no... um... Before he finished speaking the cursing words, he was blocked by Roland's big mouth. His tongue, which tasted the vaginal fluid, immediately came to the dodging tongue.
The tongue is wrapped around, and the liquid in the mouth is mixed together, and it is hard to tell what it is.
Roland withdrew his tongue and asked: How about it?How does it taste?
Bah bah bah bah...not so...
Let Nightingale taste the taste of her honey hole, Roland stood up with satisfaction, knelt in front of her, picked up her two slender legs, and found the thick under her body at the position of the hole, pressed it on it, ready to enter at any time.
Bah, Bah, Bah, shameless, Roland, you are shameless, you bastard, how can you...Ah!
Holding it, taking a deep breath, Roland stepped in, and his glans passed through the labia and squeezed into the gap without any obstacles. He entered the warm vagina, followed closely, and under the lubrication of honey, it penetrated into the bottom of the cave, and the glans hit the tender flesh of the flower heart.
It was as hot as a red iron rod, breaking through the fragile hymen of the nightingale and completely stuffing it into the tight female vagina.
The next moment, with a sad and beautiful blood blooming, scarlet blood splashed out from the nightingale's deflowered virginity, and blood flowed along Roland's thick and white jade-like thighs.
The naked nightingale suddenly raised her head, her delicate body tensed.
The beautiful legs that could only barely maintain their standing posture were trembling like sieve crumbs.
The violent invasion of the penis and the severe pain when it broke, the nightingale lost its appearance, and she burst into tears, making a cry of sorrow mixed with fear and moire.
AhAh... is about to be torn apart... Ha Ah... Woo... His Highness Roland... Uh... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo...
Although Wendy had used her fingers to tinker with each other, she had never felt such a huge thing.
The virgin's tightness wrapped around Roland, the narrow corridor stretched and shrank, the tender flesh in the hole kissed, and the sticky honey liquid squeezed out from the gap.
The girl swallowed the whole hole, and the collision between the glans and the flower center produced a numb feeling, which spread from the glans to the mind. The violent stimulation made Roland unable to control it and began to thrust slowly.
Nightingale crossed her legs around Roland's waist, and the happiness that Roland had completely possessed made her take the initiative to thrust her waist to cater to Roland's thrust.
She became His Highness Roland's woman, and from then on, she was only His Highness Roland's woman.
Just now, Roland cursed that she kissed herself with her big mouth that had sucked her pussy, but now she took the initiative to find Roland's lips, hugged Roland's neck, and the girl's shyness appeared on her mature face.
Your Highness…Ah…Nightinging…Always…Hmm…High…His Highness…
Will Your Highness...well...ever...be with...Ah...Nightinging...
Your Highness...
Nightingale even had some prayers in her voice. Although she didn't think that His Highness Roland would leave her behind, she was always worried about gains and losses.
This is the damage caused to the witches by the times.
The strong Nightingale outside gave up everything under Roland, hoping that this man would not abandon himself.
Yes, baby, you will always be me, His Highness Roland's man.Your heart is mine, and your body is mine.Now, let’s feel my love well!
Roland's body hit Nightingale's buttocks and thighs, and the sound of slapping echoed in and out of the girl's vagina, and the silky honey liquid sputtered out with the thrusting, and the lewd sound of water came from the intercourse.
While attacking the cave, his fingers gently pressed and rubbed the clitoris at the top of the labia minora on both sides, stimulating the girl's nerves.
Nightingale lay on the bed, her thighs spread out and her waist twisted, trying hard to cater to the thrust.
The pussy was greedy and swollen, the flesh of the pussy was constantly clamped, and the pigeon on the chest continued to sway with the insertion, and the crystal nipples drew a beautiful arc in the air.
She kissed Roland, moaning constantly coming from her mouth and nose.
Roland thrust slowly and vigorously, and under the lubrication of honey liquid, he squeezed into the narrow honey hole. The glans rushed through layers of delicate flesh walls and steadily moved forward until it touched the deep uterine mouth. The glans touched the flower center, and then separated, looking forward to the next encounter.
Nightingale's beautiful and graceful figure brings Roland a wonderful sex experience.
Nightingale never thought that doing such a thing with her lover was so wonderful. She released her pleasure without any concealment. Her lewd screams and moans echoed in the room, her body was closely combined with His Highness Roland. She shook her body unrestrainedly to experience the beauty of the fusion of her body and mind with His Highness.
Nightingale, are you comfortable?
Oh...so good...Your Highness...well...I feel so comfortable...Oh oh...
Do you want to be more enjoyable?
Want... Your Highness...
Roland's hideousness that was inserted into his vagina seemed to have grown a little bigger again, and the already narrow passage was squeezed open by the thick ones, trying hard to adapt to the size.
Roland accelerated to thrust, the woman under her was so soft and powerful, wrapped in her body, making him feel like he was immersed in a warm space.
The girl's legs were opened at an angle and coiled around the man's waist.The long-term fighting career made her long legs slender and powerful, and the friction with Roland's body was passed on to both of them at the same time.
Ah…Your Highness…Well…Slow…Slow…
In the Nightingale's feelings, Roland's insertion became faster and faster in her pussy, and became more and more powerful.The mouth of the uterus was trembling by the flower heart on the top of his huge glans, and a numb feeling spread throughout his body.
The pussy...is going to break...well...Ah...is going to break...
The girl's face flushed, and her moans became louder and louder. A powerful suction force was generated in her vagina. Under the merciless impact, the vaginal fluid deep in the vagina was sprayed on the glans.
He sent Nightingale to orgasm, and the feedback from his pussy brought Roland a strong stimulation. He picked up the girl, flipped her over, and let her kneel on the soft big bed, lying down on her upper body, her breasts pressed against the fluff on the bed, her legs bent, and her hips were raised. The girl's tender daisies and plump vagina impacted Roland's vision.
Bang!Roland's open palm fell on his round buttocks, causing a wave of turmoil, and his fair buttocks were dyed with a faint blush.
Oh~ Nightingale moaned in pain and pleasure.
Sliding through the cracks of the buttocks, the daisy scratched by the glans suddenly contracted.
Roland held it and rubbed the nightingale's sensitive clitoris gently.
The urethra and the clitoris are in close contact, like a fierce and passionate kiss. From time to time, transparent liquid is secreted from the urethra and wraps around the clitoris.
Well...come in...come in quickly...
Nightingale's extremely sensitive clitoris became congested and erect under the touch of the glans, and her pussy opened and closed, and the virgin land developed by Roland was fertile and moist after cultivation.
The trickle of water ejaculated, and the brief clitoral stimulation sent her to a small climax.
Her pussy is now extremely eager for His Royal Highness's insertion.
Roland re-oriented his vagina wrapped in his labia, and squeezed his glans into the gap. The warm vaginal flesh cheered and dragged it into the hole. The narrow corridor swallowed the entire hot penis, and the glans kissed the tender flesh on the flower heart again.
Come in... Come in...Ah... Your Highness is coming in again...
Been stretched out...well... Your Highness...
Very good...oh...so deep...oh...so thick...
Bang!Bang!Roland opened his bow left and right, while fucking Nightingale, his palm left one slap after another on her delicate and round buttocks.
Mixed with the sound of Roland's body hitting her buttocks, the sound of slapping echoed in the room, and the clear music could be heard even outside the door.
Baby, you're so tight inside... Oh...
Is it still... well... well... well... the first time... Of course... Of course... the tightness... Nightingale's head was buried in the bed, her buttocks were raised high, her thighs were spreading, and she enjoyed Roland's impact. Is it comfortable...
Comfortable...oh... I feel so comfortable with my baby's pussy...
Roland saw the girl's little hand that she had no place, gave up and continued to slap her buttocks, and then pulled up her soft little hand, straightened her arm, and drove her head to raise it high.
Roland pulled her wrist and kept her in this position. The one below tickled her vagina, her head swayed rhythmically with the frequency of thrusting, and the softness on her chest also swayed.
Soon, the glans conveyed a continuous stimulation to Roland's mind under the sucking and biting of the flesh on the inner wall of the hole and the caress of the flower heart deep in the hole. The numb feeling passed through the body like an electric current. Roland's accelerating in the vagina, and the vaginal fluid sizzled under the intercourse of the genitals.
Ah…Your Highness…He is coming…The Nightingale…I’m coming…
The nightingale, influenced by Roland, once again reached the peak of her life, her tightened vagina wrapped around the hard ones, moaning and the smooth honey juice erupted from her vagina.
Roland was not willing to be outdone. His hot penis was pressed against the mouth of the uterus, and thick semen shot out rapidly, washing the center of the flower, and warm liquid poured into the nightingale's body.
Dong!It seemed like a muffled sound came out of the door, but the two inside the room did not respond, as if they were immersed in the clouds and did not hear it, and they might not care much.
Roland put down the Nightingale's hand and hugged her sliding body. Her palm attached to the two little red beans. Her chest pressed against her spine and her head buried between her smooth hair, breathing the fragrance between her hair.
Nightingale lowered her tired head, closed her eyes, and gasped violently, like a drowning person who had just been rescued, quietly feeling the afterglow of orgasm.
Roland's still stayed in the warm cave and was reluctant to pull it out.
After a while, the nightingale, who had recovered from her energy, caught her claws that were still constantly damaging on her nipples and said warmly: You, you are not going out yet.
The man moved his body, and his pussy gradually became bigger and opened his tight pussy in the blink of an eye.
You, why are you again... Nightingale was a little panicked and didn't know how to continue.The man became more and more swelling and made her scared and she had an expectation. I don’t know if she was more afraid or more.
Hehe, don't you want it?Um?Roland held his body straight, squeezed it in his pussy, and grinded his glans on the heart of the flower.
No...no...you...
Not Ah?Are you reluctant to let me go?
No...Ah...No...Ah...Hmm...Ah...
Are you so reluctant to let it go?For your hard plea, I will satisfy you with mercy!
No...well...no...well...well...ah...
Not bad, right?
Well... no... don't stop... Ah... don't stop...
hey-hey……
……
A sound of blushing and heartbeat came from the room that had just been silent. Outside the dim door, a pool of water stains slowly flowed along the cracks of the door...
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The next morning, Roland went to the Nightingale's room to visit Wendy.
After a whole night of rest, Wendy's complexion looked much better, and her arms also returned to blood.Although she was still a little weak, she still held up her body and bowed her head to the prince.
I already know your affairs. Thank you for saving Nightingale's life. Roland pulled out a piece of parchment from his arms and made it straight to the point. There is no doubt that Hakara can no longer accept you back to the Communist Aid Association. It would be better to stay in the border town and serve me.If you agree, sign the contract.The salary is the same as Anna, one golden dragon every month.
Your Highness… The Nightingale blinked, and she wanted to speak but stopped.
Roland naturally knew what she wanted to say. For this friend who changed her life trajectory and saved her life in the desperate mountain range, Nightingale didn't want her to force Wendy to make a decision so quickly.
In her opinion, as long as Wendy stays in the border town for a while, she will definitely turn to her side.
I also hope to talk about this without being so anxious, but some things are more dangerous every day.Roland paused for a moment, and Wendy didn't interrupt, waiting quietly for the following text, I thought I might have known how the witch could live through the awakening day without being hurt.
What?As soon as these words were spoken, both witches changed their expressions and asked in unison.
It was just speculation, and there was no tangible evidence. Roland waved his hand and said, "The witches will suffer less damage in the camp than when they were in exile. The only difference is that when they were in exile, you hide your identities for fear of being known. However, when they were in the camp, they had to constantly use their abilities to maintain the daily operation of the camp."
Wendy nodded, you said...is right.
When Anna was in the castle, she had to train her abilities every day. Before her adult days, she even used up her magic and fell into a coma.When she woke up, she had already passed the most difficult level of the witch, and was unscathed.
So I think this may be the key to solving the evil body ate.Witches are containers of magic. During growth, magic power continues to accumulate and when it exceeds the limit of the body's tolerance, it will cause damage to itself.And the Demon Moon itself is the most powerful moment for the witch.
If you can constantly release your magic power and keep it at a safe value, perhaps the torture of the awakening day will be greatly reduced or even completely disappeared.Roland paused and continued, as the lord of the border town, I could provide a place where witches can free their powers, and no one would arrest, judge you, or be executed directly.If my guess is correct, then there is no doubt that Border Town is the holy mountain you have been pursuing for a long time.
Witches have been educated since they were born. This dangerous ability is given by the devil. People who are a little more awake will only feel that the continuous backlash against their own power is a curse, and this is a vicious cycle. The more they don’t want to use it, the stronger the backlash will be.
As a time traveler, Roland has a completely opposite attitude towards this power.
After reading the memories of the Four Princes and eliminating the existence of the True God, he simply regarded magic power as an energy, a supernatural power that can be controlled by his own will.
Wendy was silent for a long time before asking, if I sign the contract and promise to serve you, what should I do first?
Over the past few hundred years, some witches have been secretly imprisoned by a few ambitious people because of their unique abilities and used them as consumables.
Although the church severely punishes such behaviors, it is still difficult to ban it.
And they are not ruthless when using witches. Once they lose their value, the end will be terrible.
Of course, Roland has heard of this, but he is interested in long-term interests, a sustainable development system that can win-win.
He smiled and replied, "The first thing you need to do is to practice your abilities repeatedly until you fully master it is like Anna."
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At night, in the nightingale's room.
Nightingale was a little furious when Wendy saw it. Why are you looking at me like this?
You... were with His Highness Roland last night?Wendy glanced at the faint red marks under the clothes covering the nightingale's neck, and thought about the words.
Yes, is there any problem?Nightingale was stammering her face, and admitted it directly to Wendy's surprise, which made Wendy blush and couldn't speak for a long time. You...you... that...he...
Yes, that's right, it's what you think.The nightingale, who was already a little nervous and shy, looked at Wendy like this and turned her back on the spot. I was loyal to His Highness, including my body.
Is he that good?
Hehe, Wendy, you are not jealous~ Although you are also the closest person to me, the feeling of being with His Highness Roland... well... is completely different from our past, Nightingale laughs. If you want to know, why don't you give it a try?I can help you~
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and slammed the big papaya on Wendy's chest. His tone couldn't help but feel a little jealous. You have such a big capital, Your Highness Roland will definitely like it very much.
Smack
screw you!Wendy opened Nightingale's hand and turned around and left, but a seed was planted in her heart.
Nightingale and her younger brother were sent to another branch of the Glen family, the home of her father's brothers.
It was also that winter that the Nightingale awakened for the witch.
Speaking of this, it seemed that I remembered the cold of that winter. In addition to her body, she also had her heart. She curled up to Roland, leaning her soft body in Roland's arms, and her warm embrace dispelled the chill.
Roland grabbed her little hand, put it in her palm, placed it in front of her, and lit up, and said: Don't worry, I will definitely let you live a normal life in the future.
Um.Nightingale drilled her head towards her strong chest and continued to tell her. Later, she carefully hid her abilities, but was still discovered by Old Glen, snatched her younger brother from her and used her brother's life to threaten Nightingale to do her job for her.
Nightingale could only do so. She was trained by members of the thieves guild found by Old Glen, and then did some shameful things for him, such as sneaking into the homes of trade rivals to steal contracts and documents, eavesdropping on meetings at the town hall, and later even throwing poison into the water tanks or wine glasses of some potential competitors.
Roland gently stroked her blonde curly hair, soothing her emotions.
Under the candlelight, tears were accumulated in the corners of the nightingale's eyes, shining.
Nightingale leaned smoothly against his chest, allowing Roland's palm to fall on his head.
After calming down for a moment, the nightingale's confiding sounded again in the quiet room.
The business of the Gelan family is getting bigger and bigger, but his attitude towards Nightingale is getting worse and worse. As long as there is something wrong with her, he will punch and kick her.
In addition to doing his own work, he locked the Nightingale in the room and replaced the door with iron railings.
What made Nightingale the most sad and puzzled was that her younger brother Hyde almost never came to see her again.
She began to wonder if Old Glen had killed her younger brother.
As she repeatedly begged, the other party brought his younger brother with disgust.However, Hyde told Nightingale with disgust that she really hoped that without her sister, the witch would go to hell to be with the devil.
Nightingale suddenly collapsed, but the nightmare was not over yet. Old Glen gave her the last blow to the secret of her becoming a witch. It was Hyde who told himself that the purpose was to leave the witch, the farther away, the better.
After seeing off Hyde, Old Glen coldly warned her that her younger brother would inherit his father's title when he became an adult, but if Nightingale did not continue to obey his orders, he could make his younger brother die silently at any time.
Roland didn't know how to comfort this sad witch with words, but he knew that being able to tell him about this already showed her intention to him.
Without saying anything, Roland just leaned down and kissed the Nightingale's eyes, pursing tears on her lips, and the salty smell spreads in her taste buds, filled with the nightingale's painful memories.
Roland's kiss made Nightingale blush, and the painful expression in her eyes was diluted by shyness. She placed her little hands on her abdomen, holding a corner of Roland's clothes tightly.
In this way, the Nightingale was controlled by the Glen family like a puppet in despair and great grief.
On her way home from the mission, she meets Wendy during her approaching snow month.
Or, Wendy found her.
When he learned that there was a witch co-help association, and when he learned that there were many sisters like her who had suffered misfortunes but did not give up on resistance, a spark of Mars suddenly ignited in the broken heart of the Nightingale.
She didn't spend much time from being confused to being determined.
On her adult day a week later, she gritted her teeth and survived the torture, and her strength changed drastically.
The fog was not just hiding her body, she found that the iron railings could no longer stop her.
After her symptoms recovered from adulthood, she stepped into Old Garlan's bedroom like a ghost one night and cut open his neck with a dagger.
Seeing the blood spurting several feet high and the sound of the other party drinking, she unexpectedly found that she was calmer than she imagined.
Then Nightingale left Glen's house, and as for her younger brother Hyde, she no longer wanted to pay attention to it.
In this way, she and Wendy embarked on a journey to find a co-help association.
After hearing the Nightingale telling, Roland reached out to hold Nightingale's little buttocks, and with a little force, he held Nightingale's light body in his arms and sat on his thighs. Well... Nightingale let out a gentle whisper, and her butt was twisted on her thighs. After struggling symbolically, she lay obediently in Roland's arms, like a lazy cat, holding Roland's bracelet on Roland's waist, kicked off her shoes with her feet, and placed her slender legs across and placed them beside the bed.
Roland hugged Nightingale tightly and looked at her with his eyes seriously.
Nightingale's face was rosy, and Roland's hot eyes lit her cheeks like fire, including her ears, and her red face shone brightly in the candlelight.
Nightingale closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and her shaking eyelashes revealed her inner anxiety and expectation.
Roland did not hesitate, lowered his head and kissed the closed red lips.When the lips touch each other, a soft touch came.Roland's teeth were nippled, and the numb feeling made Nightingale respond actively.
The soft and cold lips were as delicious as the world's world. Roland stuck out his tongue, licked the nightingale's upper and lower lips, and savored it carefully.
Well... Feeling the pleasure of licking the taste buds of Roland's tongue, Nightingale's mouth opened slightly, Roland sent his tongue into it, and the tip of his tongue teased Nightingale's soft little tongue, and the touch of the tip of his tongue brought a numb inductance.
Roland easily grabbed the nightingale's tongue, held it with her lips, gently sucking the nightingale's tongue, and her movements were slow and gentle.
The warm kissing dispels the cold air inside.
Roland's hand gradually slid down, and he drilled into the underside of his clothes, crossed his flat belly, and climbed to the tall peak.
Oh...no...no... The nightingale's voice came from the gap of kissing hard.
Roland naturally would not stop, and gently bit her tongue and licked it, like sucking jelly, preventing Nightingale from begging for mercy.
Unable to make a sound, Nightingale's hand grabbed Roland's hand that was causing trouble in her clothes, and tried to stop him firmly but weakly.
Roland's other hand bent over Nightingale's long legs, grabbed the small jade feet in her hand, gently stroked the soles of her feet, and drew a circle on it naughtyly.
After a long time, the lips were separated and a smooth silk thread was hung in the middle.In Roland's arms, the nightingale breathed rapidly, her hair was slightly confused, her eyes were half open, she was panicked and confused, and she looked a little embarrassed.
Roland liked her embarrassing look, rolled out her tongue, cut off the silk thread around her, buried her head in the nightingale's snow-white neck, sucked it hard, leaving red marks on her fair neck.
The nightingale raised her head and her heavy breathing hit Roland's face, with the smell of Roland inside.
Roland took off Nightingale's casual clothes and placed her on the big bed with three layers of velvet blankets.
Roland buried his head between the raised breasts and kissed him, stroking his breasts with his palms, and his two pink nipples stood up under the teasing of his fingertips.
The nightingale stroked Roland's chest. The barrier of clothes made her rush to untidy Roland's clothes with her hands. Her head was raised and she could only see the ceiling.
The little hands that were touching everywhere could not untie Roland's clothes, and their hurrying looks were very cute.
Roland, who had risen from her chest, couldn't help but chuckle, took the initiative to take off her clothes, and then pressed against her petite body.
ah!
Two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and Roland's chest pressed the softness of the nightingale into a pancake, feeling the heartbeat of the chest to the chest.
Crimson climbed up on his cheeks, shyness and excitement mixed, Nightingale reached out to press Roland's head and kissed him passionately again.
Roland's hands wandered on his smooth body, and when they touched sensitive parts, they always aroused the nightingale's groan.
Soon, my palm felt a wet.
Well... don't... no... Nightingale murmured, but her legs were entangled, clamping Roland's palms inside, sinking into a soft and soft place.
Roland struggled to take out her hand, ready to take off her last armed forces.
But Nightingale clamped her legs tightly and refused to give in.
Be good, relax.Roland kneaded the nightingale's skillful buttocks and persuaded the nightingale softly.
No...no...
Relax……
Well... Nightingale still refused.
Bang!Roland suddenly slapped Yuanmeng at his subordinate.
YīngNíng... Nightingale's tense body suddenly relaxed, and Roland quickly released the 'disarm' skill and quickly took off the last cloth. The woman's mysterious valley was exposed to the air.
Roland kissed the bridge of the nose, lips, neck, breasts, lower abdomen, navel, and finally reached the vagina.
The beautiful mysterious holy land of Nightingale was finally revealed in Roland's eyes. He took a greedy breath, then stuck out his tongue and sucked the pink and tender fleshy vagina.
Ah!No... there...oh... no... Nightingale murmured, reaching out to push Roland's head, but the force of the hand was contrary to her, pressing Roland between her legs.
Roland licked his tongue on his vagina, bit his teeth lightly on his labia, his nose was itchy with pubic hair, and a trace of moisturizer flowed out from his delicate labia, and asked: Why can't it work?If not, why do you press my head?
Nightingale's earlobes were dyed with redness, and she reluctantly let go of her hand, feeling embarrassed by Roland's exposure. During the days of the Communist Aid Association, she and Wendy comforted each other a lot and humbly defended: Well... there... um... um... um... um... filth...
Roland blew a breath into the mysterious hole, and Nightingale let out a refreshing moan. Her two hands that had nowhere to put were grabbed by her breasts, pressing her index finger against the two small grapes, sinking deep into her breasts.
Ah!The tip of her tongue teased the clitoris, and a current rushed across the nightingale's body and reached her mind. Her fleshy pussy was breathing rhythmically like a small mouth, opening and closing, and honey liquid flowed out from the corner of the closed mouth.
She thrust her body slightly, almost sending her vagina to Roland's mouth, unconsciously clamping her thighs, fixing his head.
Roland's entire face was buried between his legs, and his face was covered with honey secreted from his pussy, looking extremely funny.He worked hard to serve the nightingale's vagina, and the nightingale's comfortable panting kept inspiring him.
Well... um... Ah... um... Palace... Your Highness... um... The honey liquid became more and more, and Roland's penis gradually became congested, pushing a large tent underneath.
He raised his head, took off his clothes, released his thick penis, and stood in front of the nightingale like a mighty general.
Hehe, do you want to try what the honey liquid below you tastes?Roland licked his lips with his tongue, put his head on Nightingale's face with a strange smile, and went to find her little mouth that was constantly dodging.
No, Roland, you have no... um... Before he finished speaking the cursing words, he was blocked by Roland's big mouth. His tongue, which tasted the vaginal fluid, immediately came to the dodging tongue.
The tongue is wrapped around, and the liquid in the mouth is mixed together, and it is hard to tell what it is.
Roland withdrew his tongue and asked: How about it?How does it taste?
Bah bah bah bah...not so...
Let Nightingale taste the taste of her honey hole, Roland stood up with satisfaction, knelt in front of her, picked up her two slender legs, and found the thick under her body at the position of the hole, pressed it on it, ready to enter at any time.
Bah, Bah, Bah, shameless, Roland, you are shameless, you bastard, how can you...Ah!
Holding it, taking a deep breath, Roland stepped in, and his glans passed through the labia and squeezed into the gap without any obstacles. He entered the warm vagina, followed closely, and under the lubrication of honey, it penetrated into the bottom of the cave, and the glans hit the tender flesh of the flower heart.
It was as hot as a red iron rod, breaking through the fragile hymen of the nightingale and completely stuffing it into the tight female vagina.
The next moment, with a sad and beautiful blood blooming, scarlet blood splashed out from the nightingale's deflowered virginity, and blood flowed along Roland's thick and white jade-like thighs.
The naked nightingale suddenly raised her head, her delicate body tensed.
The beautiful legs that could only barely maintain their standing posture were trembling like sieve crumbs.
The violent invasion of the penis and the severe pain when it broke, the nightingale lost its appearance, and she burst into tears, making a cry of sorrow mixed with fear and moire.
AhAh... is about to be torn apart... Ha Ah... Woo... His Highness Roland... Uh... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo...
Although Wendy had used her fingers to tinker with each other, she had never felt such a huge thing.
The virgin's tightness wrapped around Roland, the narrow corridor stretched and shrank, the tender flesh in the hole kissed, and the sticky honey liquid squeezed out from the gap.
The girl swallowed the whole hole, and the collision between the glans and the flower center produced a numb feeling, which spread from the glans to the mind. The violent stimulation made Roland unable to control it and began to thrust slowly.
Nightingale crossed her legs around Roland's waist, and the happiness that Roland had completely possessed made her take the initiative to thrust her waist to cater to Roland's thrust.
She became His Highness Roland's woman, and from then on, she was only His Highness Roland's woman.
Just now, Roland cursed that she kissed herself with her big mouth that had sucked her pussy, but now she took the initiative to find Roland's lips, hugged Roland's neck, and the girl's shyness appeared on her mature face.
Your Highness…Ah…Nightinging…Always…Hmm…High…His Highness…
Will Your Highness...well...ever...be with...Ah...Nightinging...
Your Highness...
Nightingale even had some prayers in her voice. Although she didn't think that His Highness Roland would leave her behind, she was always worried about gains and losses.
This is the damage caused to the witches by the times.
The strong Nightingale outside gave up everything under Roland, hoping that this man would not abandon himself.
Yes, baby, you will always be me, His Highness Roland's man.Your heart is mine, and your body is mine.Now, let’s feel my love well!
Roland's body hit Nightingale's buttocks and thighs, and the sound of slapping echoed in and out of the girl's vagina, and the silky honey liquid sputtered out with the thrusting, and the lewd sound of water came from the intercourse.
While attacking the cave, his fingers gently pressed and rubbed the clitoris at the top of the labia minora on both sides, stimulating the girl's nerves.
Nightingale lay on the bed, her thighs spread out and her waist twisted, trying hard to cater to the thrust.
The pussy was greedy and swollen, the flesh of the pussy was constantly clamped, and the pigeon on the chest continued to sway with the insertion, and the crystal nipples drew a beautiful arc in the air.
She kissed Roland, moaning constantly coming from her mouth and nose.
Roland thrust slowly and vigorously, and under the lubrication of honey liquid, he squeezed into the narrow honey hole. The glans rushed through layers of delicate flesh walls and steadily moved forward until it touched the deep uterine mouth. The glans touched the flower center, and then separated, looking forward to the next encounter.
Nightingale's beautiful and graceful figure brings Roland a wonderful sex experience.
Nightingale never thought that doing such a thing with her lover was so wonderful. She released her pleasure without any concealment. Her lewd screams and moans echoed in the room, her body was closely combined with His Highness Roland. She shook her body unrestrainedly to experience the beauty of the fusion of her body and mind with His Highness.
Nightingale, are you comfortable?
Oh...so good...Your Highness...well...I feel so comfortable...Oh oh...
Do you want to be more enjoyable?
Want... Your Highness...
Roland's hideousness that was inserted into his vagina seemed to have grown a little bigger again, and the already narrow passage was squeezed open by the thick ones, trying hard to adapt to the size.
Roland accelerated to thrust, the woman under her was so soft and powerful, wrapped in her body, making him feel like he was immersed in a warm space.
The girl's legs were opened at an angle and coiled around the man's waist.The long-term fighting career made her long legs slender and powerful, and the friction with Roland's body was passed on to both of them at the same time.
Ah…Your Highness…Well…Slow…Slow…
In the Nightingale's feelings, Roland's insertion became faster and faster in her pussy, and became more and more powerful.The mouth of the uterus was trembling by the flower heart on the top of his huge glans, and a numb feeling spread throughout his body.
The pussy...is going to break...well...Ah...is going to break...
The girl's face flushed, and her moans became louder and louder. A powerful suction force was generated in her vagina. Under the merciless impact, the vaginal fluid deep in the vagina was sprayed on the glans.
He sent Nightingale to orgasm, and the feedback from his pussy brought Roland a strong stimulation. He picked up the girl, flipped her over, and let her kneel on the soft big bed, lying down on her upper body, her breasts pressed against the fluff on the bed, her legs bent, and her hips were raised. The girl's tender daisies and plump vagina impacted Roland's vision.
Bang!Roland's open palm fell on his round buttocks, causing a wave of turmoil, and his fair buttocks were dyed with a faint blush.
Oh~ Nightingale moaned in pain and pleasure.
Sliding through the cracks of the buttocks, the daisy scratched by the glans suddenly contracted.
Roland held it and rubbed the nightingale's sensitive clitoris gently.
The urethra and the clitoris are in close contact, like a fierce and passionate kiss. From time to time, transparent liquid is secreted from the urethra and wraps around the clitoris.
Well...come in...come in quickly...
Nightingale's extremely sensitive clitoris became congested and erect under the touch of the glans, and her pussy opened and closed, and the virgin land developed by Roland was fertile and moist after cultivation.
The trickle of water ejaculated, and the brief clitoral stimulation sent her to a small climax.
Her pussy is now extremely eager for His Royal Highness's insertion.
Roland re-oriented his vagina wrapped in his labia, and squeezed his glans into the gap. The warm vaginal flesh cheered and dragged it into the hole. The narrow corridor swallowed the entire hot penis, and the glans kissed the tender flesh on the flower heart again.
Come in... Come in...Ah... Your Highness is coming in again...
Been stretched out...well... Your Highness...
Very good...oh...so deep...oh...so thick...
Bang!Bang!Roland opened his bow left and right, while fucking Nightingale, his palm left one slap after another on her delicate and round buttocks.
Mixed with the sound of Roland's body hitting her buttocks, the sound of slapping echoed in the room, and the clear music could be heard even outside the door.
Baby, you're so tight inside... Oh...
Is it still... well... well... well... the first time... Of course... Of course... the tightness... Nightingale's head was buried in the bed, her buttocks were raised high, her thighs were spreading, and she enjoyed Roland's impact. Is it comfortable...
Comfortable...oh... I feel so comfortable with my baby's pussy...
Roland saw the girl's little hand that she had no place, gave up and continued to slap her buttocks, and then pulled up her soft little hand, straightened her arm, and drove her head to raise it high.
Roland pulled her wrist and kept her in this position. The one below tickled her vagina, her head swayed rhythmically with the frequency of thrusting, and the softness on her chest also swayed.
Soon, the glans conveyed a continuous stimulation to Roland's mind under the sucking and biting of the flesh on the inner wall of the hole and the caress of the flower heart deep in the hole. The numb feeling passed through the body like an electric current. Roland's accelerating in the vagina, and the vaginal fluid sizzled under the intercourse of the genitals.
Ah…Your Highness…He is coming…The Nightingale…I’m coming…
The nightingale, influenced by Roland, once again reached the peak of her life, her tightened vagina wrapped around the hard ones, moaning and the smooth honey juice erupted from her vagina.
Roland was not willing to be outdone. His hot penis was pressed against the mouth of the uterus, and thick semen shot out rapidly, washing the center of the flower, and warm liquid poured into the nightingale's body.
Dong!It seemed like a muffled sound came out of the door, but the two inside the room did not respond, as if they were immersed in the clouds and did not hear it, and they might not care much.
Roland put down the Nightingale's hand and hugged her sliding body. Her palm attached to the two little red beans. Her chest pressed against her spine and her head buried between her smooth hair, breathing the fragrance between her hair.
Nightingale lowered her tired head, closed her eyes, and gasped violently, like a drowning person who had just been rescued, quietly feeling the afterglow of orgasm.
Roland's still stayed in the warm cave and was reluctant to pull it out.
After a while, the nightingale, who had recovered from her energy, caught her claws that were still constantly damaging on her nipples and said warmly: You, you are not going out yet.
The man moved his body, and his pussy gradually became bigger and opened his tight pussy in the blink of an eye.
You, why are you again... Nightingale was a little panicked and didn't know how to continue.The man became more and more swelling and made her scared and she had an expectation. I don’t know if she was more afraid or more.
Hehe, don't you want it?Um?Roland held his body straight, squeezed it in his pussy, and grinded his glans on the heart of the flower.
No...no...you...
Not Ah?Are you reluctant to let me go?
No...Ah...No...Ah...Hmm...Ah...
Are you so reluctant to let it go?For your hard plea, I will satisfy you with mercy!
No...well...no...well...well...ah...
Not bad, right?
Well... no... don't stop... Ah... don't stop...
hey-hey……
……
A sound of blushing and heartbeat came from the room that had just been silent. Outside the dim door, a pool of water stains slowly flowed along the cracks of the door...
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The next morning, Roland went to the Nightingale's room to visit Wendy.
After a whole night of rest, Wendy's complexion looked much better, and her arms also returned to blood.Although she was still a little weak, she still held up her body and bowed her head to the prince.
I already know your affairs. Thank you for saving Nightingale's life. Roland pulled out a piece of parchment from his arms and made it straight to the point. There is no doubt that Hakara can no longer accept you back to the Communist Aid Association. It would be better to stay in the border town and serve me.If you agree, sign the contract.The salary is the same as Anna, one golden dragon every month.
Your Highness… The Nightingale blinked, and she wanted to speak but stopped.
Roland naturally knew what she wanted to say. For this friend who changed her life trajectory and saved her life in the desperate mountain range, Nightingale didn't want her to force Wendy to make a decision so quickly.
In her opinion, as long as Wendy stays in the border town for a while, she will definitely turn to her side.
I also hope to talk about this without being so anxious, but some things are more dangerous every day.Roland paused for a moment, and Wendy didn't interrupt, waiting quietly for the following text, I thought I might have known how the witch could live through the awakening day without being hurt.
What?As soon as these words were spoken, both witches changed their expressions and asked in unison.
It was just speculation, and there was no tangible evidence. Roland waved his hand and said, "The witches will suffer less damage in the camp than when they were in exile. The only difference is that when they were in exile, you hide your identities for fear of being known. However, when they were in the camp, they had to constantly use their abilities to maintain the daily operation of the camp."
Wendy nodded, you said...is right.
When Anna was in the castle, she had to train her abilities every day. Before her adult days, she even used up her magic and fell into a coma.When she woke up, she had already passed the most difficult level of the witch, and was unscathed.
So I think this may be the key to solving the evil body ate.Witches are containers of magic. During growth, magic power continues to accumulate and when it exceeds the limit of the body's tolerance, it will cause damage to itself.And the Demon Moon itself is the most powerful moment for the witch.
If you can constantly release your magic power and keep it at a safe value, perhaps the torture of the awakening day will be greatly reduced or even completely disappeared.Roland paused and continued, as the lord of the border town, I could provide a place where witches can free their powers, and no one would arrest, judge you, or be executed directly.If my guess is correct, then there is no doubt that Border Town is the holy mountain you have been pursuing for a long time.
Witches have been educated since they were born. This dangerous ability is given by the devil. People who are a little more awake will only feel that the continuous backlash against their own power is a curse, and this is a vicious cycle. The more they don’t want to use it, the stronger the backlash will be.
As a time traveler, Roland has a completely opposite attitude towards this power.
After reading the memories of the Four Princes and eliminating the existence of the True God, he simply regarded magic power as an energy, a supernatural power that can be controlled by his own will.
Wendy was silent for a long time before asking, if I sign the contract and promise to serve you, what should I do first?
Over the past few hundred years, some witches have been secretly imprisoned by a few ambitious people because of their unique abilities and used them as consumables.
Although the church severely punishes such behaviors, it is still difficult to ban it.
And they are not ruthless when using witches. Once they lose their value, the end will be terrible.
Of course, Roland has heard of this, but he is interested in long-term interests, a sustainable development system that can win-win.
He smiled and replied, "The first thing you need to do is to practice your abilities repeatedly until you fully master it is like Anna."
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At night, in the nightingale's room.
Nightingale was a little furious when Wendy saw it. Why are you looking at me like this?
You... were with His Highness Roland last night?Wendy glanced at the faint red marks under the clothes covering the nightingale's neck, and thought about the words.
Yes, is there any problem?Nightingale was stammering her face, and admitted it directly to Wendy's surprise, which made Wendy blush and couldn't speak for a long time. You...you... that...he...
Yes, that's right, it's what you think.The nightingale, who was already a little nervous and shy, looked at Wendy like this and turned her back on the spot. I was loyal to His Highness, including my body.
Is he that good?
Hehe, Wendy, you are not jealous~ Although you are also the closest person to me, the feeling of being with His Highness Roland... well... is completely different from our past, Nightingale laughs. If you want to know, why don't you give it a try?I can help you~
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and slammed the big papaya on Wendy's chest. His tone couldn't help but feel a little jealous. You have such a big capital, Your Highness Roland will definitely like it very much.
Smack
screw you!Wendy opened Nightingale's hand and turned around and left, but a seed was planted in her heart.
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