“No, Mother. I don’t want to see that person.”
Priscilla, princess of Symphonia, the elven kingdom of Symphonia Island, is refusing the advances of her mother, Sylvia, the elven queen.
"Serpico is truly a remarkable Elfrand Priscilla. Born in Symphonia, she's adventurous and has experienced countless things. I'm sure she'll be able to build a strong bond with you and grow into your eternal companion."
It is none other than a recommendation for a companion. Sylvia is trying to find a suitable companion for her daughter who is about to enter marriage.
"I don't want to meet a companion like that. I want it to be dramatic, meaningful, and something that touches my heart."
Priscilla's refusal of the invitation was quite mechanical.
This is because it was actually an invitation I received many times before I entered the marriage age, and I turned it down.
There were indeed many noble elves who desired Priscilla, who was not only the legitimate heir to the Kingdom of Symphonia, but also the very beautiful one.
They are all great people, but Priscilla is turning down every offer that comes her way.
“Hmm... It really seems like this mother is very responsible, Priscilla...”
Even though she could still meet him, seeing her daughter who was cutting like a knife, the elf queen Sylvia suddenly began to reproach herself.
Elves are tricky, but Priscilla was special.
However, while other elves were quick to show affection to each other and become close friends, Priscilla was not able to do so.
At some point, Sylvia began to think about it and realized that it was her fault.
“When you were young, I told you so many stories about continents and adventures because you liked them... That’s what you
“I think it distorted my fantasy about companionship, my beloved baby...”
vision,
Priscilla was basically an adventurous person.
Sylvia found her daughter's lovable nature endearing and told her many stories about the world outside of Symphonia Island since she was little.
Perhaps that's why, no matter what she did, Priscilla had peculiar tastes and didn't feel much interest in the elves from Symphonia Island.
When Sylvia sees her daughter, the elf princess Priscilla, she seems preoccupied with things outside the island.
"That's not true, Mother! I'm a noble elven princess! How dare I, like you, avoid marriage because of such a shallow and baseless outside world!"
If Priscilla had acknowledged and accepted that fact, she could have sought a solution.
What makes the situation even more difficult is that Priscilla refused to acknowledge it even after she died.
And there was a reason for that reaction.
"In this place, there are beings who indulge in each other like beasts, who mate shamelessly! How could I be interested in such beings! A mother doesn't know anything about her daughter, does she?!"
After seeing the demons having sex, Priscilla's mind became heavily defensive.
With a great curiosity and longing for the outside world, he went to the elf village on the other side of the kingdom with a heart full of hope to see the demons in person.
The sex between the demon couple inside the iron cage that she witnessed there was a shock in itself to Priscilla, who had just become an adult.
Their appearance seems to deny all nobility, ethics, and even the slightest shame that resides in Priscilla's mind.
It perfectly stimulates the elf's defense mechanism of shuddering in disgust when seeing sex between non-companions, and it is made to be engraved in the mind.
‘Ha... But that doesn’t mean Elf Island can enjoy this boring life...’
As a result, Priscilla's mind was filled with terrible contradictions.
I can't stop the longing and dopamine for the outside world that I already know.
A contradictory person who cannot acknowledge the fact on the surface with a defense mechanism full of hatred,
That was Priscilla's inner self.
"Eugene! That kind of intercourse with the captain! It's no different from that demon couple back then!"
In that state of mind, Priscilla witnessed Eugene's ultimate beastly sex with demon blood.
"Hey, what kind of woman's place are you poking with your hand in your pocket? Squeeze her breasts as if you're going to make them burst! Shake your hips like a horny dog while you're grabbing them!"
I've seen countless mercenaries have sex since coming to Pangea, but Eugene's sex was on a whole other level.
Because his physical strength was superior to that of a demon.
Furthermore, he really had sex like a demon.
For Priscilla, the shock of that time came back to her.
however
"They're doing it again! Those beasts are biting, sucking, and poking each other again, indulging in each other's pleasure!"
I kept watching it after that.
It was Priscilla who continued to watch Eugene and Jeanne having sex, while being disgusted, appalled, cursing and criticizing them.
“Huhhhh! Hahaha! Inside me! It came inside me...! Hahaha! My companion’s huge penis mixed with demon blood...! Hahaha! Huhhh! It’s being thrust into me like an animal! Hahahaha!”
Twitch! Twitch! Jitter! Twitch! Jitter! Twitch!
Tsk...! Tsk...! Squeak...! Tsk...! Squeak...! Puk...! Tsk tsk...! Tsk tsk...!
Moreover, she was now shivering as she directly experienced that beastly fucking.
"That's right, Priscilla. A penis larger and more powerful than the demon's is exploring and squeezing our elf princess's noble vagina."
Squeak...! Tsk tsk...! Plop squeak...! Plop squeak...! Tsk tsk...! Squeak...! Creak...!
Eugene continued to give Priscilla's pussy a groovy blowjob, applauding her unusual reaction.
‘I guess sexual pleasure is a very mysterious thing...’
Shhh...!
Eugene Schneider, whose lips turn up at the same time,
He seems to understand Priscilla's confused state of mind very well.
"There's a fine line between defense mechanisms and pleasure. The best anesthetic for forgetting pain is pleasure. Priscilla's unconscious mind chose that."
People who are deeply traumatized by corporal punishment may protect themselves by distorting the pain of that trauma into a feeling of pleasure.
The same goes for Priscilla.
She was shocked by the sex between her demon lover and her.
But I couldn't cut off the dopamine from the outside world.
So her brain adopted a perverse pattern of turning disgust into pleasure.
"Of course, that wasn't necessarily possible. I think it was possible because Jeanne and I had such amazing sex, and my camaraderie reached Priscilla."
But the noble elf princess could not have come to this point through mere pleasure.
This is the purity that has been maintained for nearly 200 years.
While controlling her disgust with a perverted pleasure mechanism, Eugene's endless sex drive and the sex force that brings Jeanne to climax every time, as well as Priscilla's genuine care for herself, must have disarmed her.
"Our elf princess has opened her legs to a half-demon. Thanks to her, I get to watch and enjoy this amazing elf pussy."
Rub! Rub! Rub! Touch! Touch! Rub!
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk! Puk squawk! Puk squawk!
Eugene, who has figured out his opponent like that, has no mercy.
He is a dirty male and a harem man.
When it comes to sex, there is no shame and you have to give everything you can to satisfy the woman to feel satisfied.
Eugene stroked Priscilla's upper vagina with a fast-paced fucking, revealing just how naked Priscilla was right now.
“Huh! Heuheu ...
Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!
Priscilla, her defense mechanism stimulated, shook her head desperately and denied Eugene's words.
Until just before, he had been saying that it was the companion's penis mixed with demon blood, but he immediately changed his stance and started whining while letting out vulgar moans.
“Heh heh heh heh...! It’s so stimulating...! Why is it so stimulating! Heh heh! I’m definitely a noble elf princess! I’m an elf who dreams of a pure love with my companion...! Hag heh heh heh...!”
This is because her perverse pleasure points are stimulated indiscriminately.
Even if you admit it yourself, you have to deny it when others point it out. This contradictory pleasure runs wild like a madman.
"What was the sex with the demon man Priscilla had like? Was it as big as my penis? I heard about it in Joan of Arc's book. Tell me. Did you hate it so much, but secretly wished it was Priscilla who was being rammed by his penis?"
Plop! Plop! Slurp! Plop! Slurp! Tsk tsk! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!
“Ugh! Haaah! Heh heh heh! Heh heh! Unclean! You are such an unclean male, Eugene! My partner was an unimaginably unclean male! Haaah! Heh heh heh heh!”
Eugene, who knew the mechanism well enough, didn't bother to refute it.
They just keep digging and digging more and more persistently.
This perverted psychology is more sensitive and reacts more to the prying eyes.
As expected, Priscilla felt a thrill of terror at Eugene's skillful teaching.
Strong negation, and selling, because that is a definite affirmation.
“Huhhhh! My partner’s place is even bigger and stronger! Haahhhh! Hehhhh! While looking at me with even sweeter eyes...! Hehhhh! Hehkkuuuu! While poking me with that crazy, handsome, sculpted face...! Hehhhh! Hehkkuu ...
However, Priscilla, like a true elf, had great pride in her companion.
She wants to make sure that the facts are clear,
Eugene confirmed that he was more masculine than the male demons he had seen, and that his visuals were on a level that was beyond compare.
"What is it, Priscilla? You were thinking so much about my appearance? Were you hiding that feeling and treating me so coldly? You're so pathetic."
Plop! Plop! Plop! Tsk tsk tsk! Plop slurp slurp slurp! Plop slurp slurp slurp! Tsk tsk! Plop slurp!
“Huh! Huh! Hahah! No! No, that’s it! Huhah! Hahah!”
This could be said to be Priscilla's scheming, which is both pure and innocent, yet incredibly desirable.
It's like she's pretending to correct facts while trying to boost her male self-esteem and being cute.
Eugene really started poking the noble elf's vagina, which was really different from the front and back, and pressed on with the urge to have sex.
“Priscilla deserves to be punished! You sly elf. With my dick! I’ll punish you like this with my dick, which is even bigger than that demon’s dick!”
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Phew—squeak! ♥ Phew—squeak! ♥ Phew—squeak! ♥ Tsk—pook! ♥ Phew—squeak! ♥
“Heh heh! Heh he ...
Eugene's urging can never end in selling.
A real lesson is to get scolded with a dick.
Eugene passionately rocked his hips and bombarded Priscilla's alluring and noble vagina.