I Became the Wrong Race - Chapter 286



286 – Solution (9)

Among the women Llewelyn held, none had horns.

There were women with animal ears, tails, huge breasts, and vampire fangs.

This was my first time with horns.

So, for a moment, Llewelyn wondered if she could handle her horns well.

A feeling of pleasure spread along her column, putting all her worries to rest.

When Orthemilia’s small mouth her she was brought close to his her crotch her her her by pulling her her horn her her her, there was a painful moan and the feeling of her tongue her her her swirling around the penis her her her her.

The pleasure of letting out your breath. Llewelyn leaned back as she felt a long tongue curl around her roots, and she felt something boiling inside her as she saw the tears in Orthemilia’s eyes hers hers.

An intense and burning sexual desire. With her her her her desire her her her pushing her back her her, Llewelyn did not even think that anyone would see her, and she used Orthemilia as her her tool her her her with her her horns her her her her tightly gripped.

I can assure you, Ortemilia also enjoyed it.

“Eup, coop, coop, coop, coop.”

The sound of a throat being stabbed in a foul way. A feeling of a foreign body running down the entire neck of hers. Nevertheless, the woman does not let go, but she lifts her tearful eyes lovingly to Llewelyn, purses her mouth, and moves her tongue.

It was a patience that could truly be seen as her mother’s kindness. Llewelyn hit her mother’s ‘mouth p*ssy’ with all her desires, repeatedly lowering her waist into Orthemilia’s mouth and piercing her throat.

There was a groan that escaped me. Pulling on her her horns her her, you plunge her her waist her her her into the deepest part of your body, causing her throat to pulsate, entwining and stimulating her her her her Llewelyn’s phallus her her her her. Her plump, long tongue her her swung back and forth around her root her, and it felt like it was skimming, which gave me a lot of pleasure.

I felt like I was sucking on her her her entire glans and glans her while narrowing and sucking on her her her her neck her her her, and it felt like I was holding and stroking it her with her her hand her her her.

An impossible pleasure. Llewellyn let out her heated breath again and again, pulling on the horns of her Orthemilia and keeping her waist planted in the deepest part.

Although the sound of her squeezing voice may have been nauseating, Or Temilia closed her eyes and gently sucked the penis with her pursed mouth.

Service filled with utmost sincerity and deep love. As he holds her in place and pulls her horn out behind her, his entangled tongue loosens and licks her penis as if regretful. After the glans came out of her mouth, just look at her, her tongue, and kiss it.

Orthemilia’s face flushed and she let out a heavy breath. She pressed her lovely little lips against his glans her again and again, letting out a soft sound, and then pulled out her long tongue her and wrapped it around her her pole her her her.

Her tears flow, and Orthemilia opens her tear-soaked eyes and looks up at her Llewelyn. She placed her hands on Llewelyn’s thighs and closed her eyes, curling her tongue around his shaft and nipping at her glans.

What on earth are you going to do? Llewelyn was the enemy to think about.

“Ah.”

With an exclamation from Llewelyn, her tongue quickly runs up and down her pole. Pressing her pole against her mouth, trying not to touch it with her teeth, she delivers intense pleasure.

The tongue moves her back and forth, leaving behind a soft, moist, and hot and sticky texture.

It’s much faster than swiping with your hand, but it doesn’t hurt. Instead, a pleasant feeling of pleasure rushes to your brain.

It was something that no one could imitate. Even if a woman has a relatively long tongue, it won’t be as long as Or Temilia’s.

Llewelyn felt intense pleasure in her service, something only Orthemilia could do.

The feeling of cumming was coming to her. Like this, she wanted to pull the horn and ejaculate deep in her throat.

I wanted to pour a lot of semen into my body without needing to eat or drink water.

But before Llewelyn could express that desire, Orthemilia quit her service.

Ah, Ortemilia’s flowing sigh and wide, happy expression.

In front of Llewelyn, she let her sticky love juice flow between her legs and wetted her clothes, to be precise, the cloth that only hung from her lower abdomen to the left and right.

Then her private parts were revealed, dripping with sticky bodily fluids.

“… Ah.”

The penis of hers, which was already giggling due to the feeling of ejaculation, twitched greatly, and Llewelyn looked at Orthemilia with her blank eyes.

She was wearing clothes. Should I call it a leotard? The clothes worn underneath the tabard had that shape.

It was soaked with her sticky love juices. So much so that the inside can be seen.

It was a white outfit. Orthemilia traced the clothes on her with her small hands and slowly moved her hands to her lower body her.

As she draped it across her her crotch her her her, before Llewellyn’s gaze her her, she raised her fingernails and touched her clothes her her her her.

She knew what she was doing. It was difficult to suppress the excitement that arose after finding out.

Suk, Suk. Cloth soaked with love juice dripping down with the sound of fibers being cut.

It was leftover fabric because the crotch area had been cut out. Orthemilia grinned, exposing her her crotch her her her, letting her her love juices drip down onto her her bottom her her her.

“If you’re going to cum, put it all inside the mother.”

Llewelyn’s penis her twitches. It felt like they were shouting that there was no more limit. Llewelyn hugged Orthemilia as she lunged, and Ortemilia’s breath rose with excitement, and she felt her phallus pressing against her stomach.

“Tsk, laugh. “It’s too big, so it won’t fit.”

Ortemilia, laughing with all her heart, spoke words filled with excitement and passion. She felt his her large glans pressing against her her her vag*nal her opening her her, and every time she tried to insert it, it deviated significantly and against her clitoris her.

A sweet moan flows every time. I didn’t know it would be this big. Maybe she should have let it loose a bit more. Even as she thought, she spoke.

“Then at least, let’s cum a lot inside the mother’s womb?”

Whispering like that, I grabbed the penis and pressed the glans to the vag*nal opening, aligning the urethral opening with the vag*nal opening.

Llewellyn realized one thing from that movement. If you cum like this, you can cum even without putting anything in.

So she couldn’t bear it. As she bit Orthemilia’s neck with her breath flowing softly, a scream and a sly laugh came out.

“It’s wild, I like it…”

Words that flow out sweetly. She trembled as she felt Llewellyn’s semen bursting out.

Her her cum her her her her drips down her her bare legs her her her. The amount of her sticky semen clinging to her thighs and her calves was significant.

A sight that seemed to reveal that not much semen had made it to her womb. Nevertheless, Ortemilia felt ecstatic as she felt the semen filling her stomach.

A sense of liberation as if scratching the itchy uterus due to her fascination her her her her. Still, the thirst comes. It’s more like hunger, a feeling of longing for affection.

Is this fascination? Even though she thought about it, she couldn’t resist. In fact, she had no reason to resist.

She massaged her glans, which was in the midst of ejaculating, and squeezed out semen. Until the head of the penis enters her vag*nal her opening her her her.

“Yeah, huh?”

While she was frozen by her sudden movement, Llewelyn’s arms hugged her.

“Oh?”

Her her legs her her her rise. It comes up to the height of her head. Perhaps it was because she was forcibly holding her legs, but she felt intense pleasure rushing through her as she continued to feel foreign objects, and her eyes widened and her mouth opened.

“Ah, ugh… ?”

Only then did Ortemilia realize what had happened to her.

She was lifted and her penis inserted as if it were her tool.

As the penis was scooping out the semen that had filled her vag*na, the semen that had already filled it was falling freely to the floor.

“Hmph, ahhh?!”

Where is that? She immediately felt the foreign body moving roughly up and down her.

A vulgar moan bursting out of her mouth. Her eyes roll, and she hugs Llewelyn’s chest tightly, her waist rising against Llewelyn’s dainty buttocks and bumping into her again and again.

Moans and cries come out of her her open mouth her her her. Ortemilia couldn’t even blink properly and was panting wide open.

‘What, what is happening?’

Her overflowing intellect was unable to analyze the phenomenon despite the obvious correct answer. As she gasped at the shock that shook her whole world, the glans rose up towards her womb and hit her womb violently.

Her eyes shot up in shock. Her remaining shock her she turns into pleasure, moaning as it travels down her spine her her her, just behind her her womb her her her her.

And even then it doesn’t end. It passes over the neck and touches the face her, making the face flush and tears flowing.

Finally, it reaches her brain and destroys her intelligence and reason.

There was her female joy blooming where her overwhelming intelligence was crumbling, making her ‘her alchemist’.

A desire that can be described as a ‘desire for defeat’ that arose in the midst of humiliation, anger, and rationalization after being beaten at the first meeting with Llewellyn, a desire that she had been unable to fill with her masturbation despite her longing for it.

Her her natural smile her and her slightly disappointed desire her that she called her mother her and thought there was no hope for her.

Nevertheless, when she found out that she was carrying her sister, she wondered if there was a chance.

She hoped for complete defeat. Like now.

She let out a breath she did not need to let out in Llewelyn’s strong forearm her, who treated her like a broodmare.

A firm chest touching your cheek. I kiss it, and as I pant, Llewellyn skillfully moves her waist and repeatedly hits my uterus.

“This, this, domestic violence… !”

“Shut up, tighten it.”

It feels like my brain is being rapped by the growing words. She let out a hissing sound as if she was scared, but also panted with affection in her pupils.

The violence pouring down on her womb reminded her of her ‘first day’. It was so humiliating that I had no choice but to grit my teeth and pinch her vag*nal opening.

“Um, aren’t you speaking too harshly to Ma?!”

“I told you to shut up.”

Her her mouth her pursed, and Orthemilia’s eyes darted around, crossing her eyelids at the vulgar scream mixed with the scream, and then she came back. I don’t know if it was just once, but Llewelyn hit her waist repeatedly as if he was angry.

Puck, puck, puck, puck.

A manly move that is enough to rape her, her soul, her brain, her intellect, and reason her every time he makes her cry. A rough piston that naturally follows an action that can often be called ‘slapping’ in the Llewelyn culture.

He is my creation, my son, and is being raped by his master.

The first meeting was the worst, and she was being used as a masturbation tool by a man who beat her, was rude and lacked intelligence and reason, and was treated like a female, spreading his semen all over her uterus and vag*na her. ﹥

It was overwhelmingly satisfying Ortemilia’s unfulfilled desire for defeat.

The corners of her mouth twitched and she cried involuntarily as she felt her movements gradually becoming faster in the happiness that came over her.

I moaned, almost like crying. It wasn’t intentional. Unlike her, who calculates almost everything and puts it into action, this time it was entirely her instinct.

The ‘animal’ aspect sleeping inside her. An animal-like aspect designed to receive seeds from a male and become pregnant.

She panted like an animal and wrapped her arms around Llewelyn’s neck in a way that did not fit her small body.

“Squeeze my chest… !”

He places his hands her her around her her neck her her her and places her her her her body her her behind her her her, and before Ortemilia can finish her sentence, he pulls down her her her tabard her her, exposing her her breasts her her her, and squeezes them.

Sick. I feel good. At her contradictory combination of pain and pleasure, Orthemilia threw back her head and climaxed. Even as her body tightened, Llewellyn bucked her waist as if to shake her off, and Orthemilia lost consciousness for a moment and then came back.

Both the moment it broke and the moment it came back, it was all a piston.

And when she returned, she found herself lying on the floor.

I feel the cold, hard floor. Her knees her her hurt. But I have no time to worry about that. She felt the glans cutting through her vag*na as if it was digging out her stomach as she was crushed to the floor.

As she moaned, releasing the heat that filled her lungs, Llewelyn’s knees forced her knees and legs up.

He tried to stop her from falling by gently pressing down on her her legs her her with his her knees her her her, and then firmly grasped the two horns of her her her her Or her her Temilia her her her her her.

Oh, I think it’s going to break. I think it’s going to break. As her words came out without her knowledge of her, Llewelyn’s harsh words were heard in her ears her her her her.

“So?”

It’s a whisper that makes you feel like you don’t care at all and that you are just a hole to let out your desires. She was being raped from behind as she was grabbed by the horns, panting with pleasure.

The love juice that was already flowing out was drowning out all sounds. Every time I fucked her so roughly that it made a popping sound, an unbelievable amount of love juice was coming out of her vag*na.

It’s an amount that can be considered a flood. The fabric that had already been cut out and dropped was soaked with semen and love juice, and the remaining semen that had already filled her womb was bursting out in real time.

Ortemilia unconsciously moved her hand to her clitoris and rubbed it. A small candle that is incomparable to the pleasure that has already come to her and shakes her. A movement that quickly gets buried in Llewelyn’s waist.

But that desire was sufficiently fueled. Llewelyn gritted her teeth and continued to lower her back.

It was a greedy movement that wriggled and squeezed the pillar.

It’s already small, so it’s quite tight, but no matter how hard I push it, the tightness doesn’t go away, perhaps because it’s being regenerated.

It was such an intense vag*nal pressure that it felt like it would be ripped out by the roots if I lost my mind.

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I liked that. Llewelyn let go of her horns, panting, and crushed Orthemilia’s body to her floor her.

Her breasts her, which were rather large, were crushed and distorted, and a finger entered her her panting mouth her, forcing it open, and Orthemilia, who was trying to endure the long pleasure by gritting her teeth her, chewed on her her Llewelyn’s finger her. Br﹥

It was poisonous.

A poison that maximizes sexual pleasure. Poison vomited out instinctively. Llewelyn let out a gasp from the intense pleasure that spread from her fingers her her all over her body her.

The body reacted to the poison and spewed out a huge amount of semen.

Amount that cannot originally come out beyond the limit. This amount is possible because it is a homunculus.

The semen spit out from the urethra with a gurgling motion coats the uterus.

Semen that fills the uterus and rubs every fold of the vag*nal flesh, as if to erase the internal organs in their place and replace them with semen.

My uterus, which felt like it was tingling and bruised by the rough piston, reached climax every time it touched that semen.

Ortemilia lost consciousness for a moment at the touch, and then she awoke. As Llewelyn pressed down on her twitching and trembling body and stirred her phallus, a moan that was close to crying came out.

“Stir it, maa…” ” ” .”

There was also a voice that was close to a plea. Llewelyn could barely catch her breath from the loving plea that made her her phallus twitch, and Orthemilia was crushed to the floor, her eyes swollen with tears.

We just gasped at each other for a while. The penis I put inside was still huge, and my uterus was throbbing and painful.

Ortemilia may have faintly returned, but there was something about her.

“The next egg to be laid…”

Llewelyn looks at the back of her head suspiciously.

Ortemilia turned her head to the side and smiled.

“I can’t eat it.”

Ortemilia let out a moan as the phallus flinching inside pressed down on her womb. She grinned and moved her hips from side to side, stimulating her penis.

“Grandchild, will you make more?”

As if it wasn’t enough yet.

Llewelyn fell for that provocation.