“Konaan! Hehehe! Haha! Konaan, please stop! Haha! Hehehe! You weren’t like this…! Hehehe! Haha! Hehehe! You weren’t like this, the kind of kid who would rape and molest his adoptive mother like this…! Haha! Hehehe!”
Sway! Sway! Sway! Sway!
Barbara pleaded with a choked voice, but Conan's voracious appetite for her pussy continued unabated. In fact, the pace quickened, and Barbara's massive breasts, unable to keep up, danced wildly, oblivious to their master's feelings.
"I'm talking to you, Barbara! Heh heh! What is this feeling of being squeezed so hard? To the enemy who killed Baccarat! And isn't it the sound of you extracting male pleasure from me, the adopted son you raised by suckling me?"
Plop! Plop! Plop slurp! Plop slurp! Tsk tsk! Plop slurp! Plop slurp!
Conan pushed Barbara away, her face melting into a frown.
Because her vagina is rubbing and squeezing Conan's cock like crazy.
Not just anyone could become the chieftain's wife! Barbara, possessing exceptional genetics and physical prowess, was chosen to become the chieftain, determined to produce the best offspring.
Among the demons, the unique physical treasure is causing a stir.
Why? Conan's cock is so delicious, and it's more than enough to fill Barbara's physical needs.
“Haaa ...
Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!
Barbara shook her head in horror at Conan's list of facts.
This is precisely the characteristic of the women of the Demon Tribe.
Despite having a body that drives her crazy for sex, she is pure and maternal.
That's why he shows such a spectacular reaction when he commits such a crime.
"Look at this, Barbara! Your filthy pussy is gushing out like a waterfall of cum! Was it like this when you had sex with Baccarat? Huh? Did you show such a beastly side under that noble guise?"
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Gurrrr...! Gurr! Gurrrr...! Pfft! Gurrrr...!
Conan, being an unusual male who became a chieftain at a young age, openly enjoyed the charms of the demon woman Barbara.
Barbara's vagina, which was eating Conan's huge penis, was squirting out her love juice like an animal.
Conan looked at his own vagina, soaking wet with the love juice, and brought up the sex he had with his ex-husband, Baccarat.
“Please, no more Baccarat names! Heh heh! Haha! Don’t tarnish my past anymore, Conan! Heh heh! Heh heh heh!”
This is to further rape Barbara's innocent heart.
As expected, when Sun-ae's feelings were raped, Milf Barbara, overcome with grief, turned around with tearful eyes and pleaded with her ex-husband to stop harassing her.
“Then tell the truth, Barbara!”
Thuu ...
“Haaaah!”
Then Conan grabbed Barbara's plump and voluptuous upper body and hugged her.
"My thing is even more amazing! I'm giving you a pleasure far more explosive and profound than baccarat! You want my child! Tell me, Barbara!"
Rub! Rub! Rub! Rub!
Pok sik! Slurp! Slurp! Pok slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp!
“Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!”
Sway! Sway! Sway! Sway!
Ultimately, what does the male want?
That's recognition.
Especially, being recognized by the female he loves is the highest value that a male aims for.
The males of the Demon Tribe are beasts who are faithful to their instincts.
Everything is a struggle to fulfill it.
Conan fondled Barbara's breasts full of maternal love as if kneading them, and thrusted his cock into her delicious physical vagina as if thrusting it upwards, crying out for her to be told that the new chieftain, Conan the Barbarian, was indeed the best male in Barbara's life.
WHACK!
Barbara's plump waist stretched out as if it would break due to Conan's beastly fucking.
“Thuu ...
After that, a shout that came up from his lower abdomen echoed throughout the tent of the chieftain.
"Conan the Barbarian is the best male demon! I've never felt such pleasure from Baccarat! Hmph! Hmph! Fill me deep inside! Hmph! It's hard! And it's huge and feels good! Hmph!"
I want to be a strong male's female,
This is also an instinct possessed by female demons.
The endless competitive spirit and the strong genes that survived that competition are what are craving Barbara herself.
Let's satisfy that instinct and at the same time fill the pleasure circuit inside the vagina 200%.
In the end, the pure female Barbara, the maternal female Barbara, collapsed, and only Barbara, who claimed to be Conan the Barbarian's female, was left, praising his masculinity.
“I love you Barbara! Swish! Swish! You are my woman! My female! I will give you my all! I will make you the greatest demon wife on earth! Swish!”
Plop! Plop! Slurp! Slurp! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Slurp!
A male who is recognized by his beloved woman feels a joy as if he has won the world.
That would also be a male appearance.
When Barbara, the female he had longed for, spoke to Conan in her own feminine way,
He also poured out his love confession with a different attitude than before.
It is true that the Demon Clan is polygamous, but that does not mean that they treat their women carelessly.
A male demon who treats everyone equally once they join his ranks and takes full responsibility as the leader.
In particular, the position of chieftain is one in which one must lead the survival and prosperity of one's tribe.
Conan the Barbarian swore to his wife Barbara that he would become such a chieftain.
“Haaaang! Haaaang! I want to get pregnant with Conan’s child! Hwaang! Let me give birth to Conan’s child and raise it! Hwaaaang! Hwaaaang!”
Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake!
Barbara's heart exploded with thrill at the sight of Conan, the leader of the pack, who had been her adopted son in her arms.
Because she is also the godmother of a tribe.
At the appearance of the alpha male who would revive the tribe, Matron Barbara shook her hips vulgarly and demanded Conan the Barbarian's baby seed.
[Can you see, Eugene Schneider! That's the life of a demon!]
The two demon beasts with superior physical strength heated up the chieftain's tent like a furnace.
Showing that appearance, the mysterious voice spoke to Eugene as if he was lost in reminiscence.
[This could be said to be a way of life deeply engraved in the bones of our Daema tribe, who survived and thrived in Iskandar, where the continent is said to have been born.]
The Demon Race originated in the frigid Iskandar Mountains.
As a result, their lifestyle is focused on survival.
And it has become a culture that has continued even during the imperial era beyond Iskandar.
Thanks to this, the unique belligerence and strong bonds between the races were maintained, creating a powerful military force.
[Magi, the magic that stirs up your impurity within your body is also a product of the history that makes it possible.]
Woof woof woof...! Woof woof woof...!
At that moment, a dark purple mana color appeared as if it was crying out from Eugene Schneider's forehead.
Perhaps it is the magic inside Eugene Schneider's body that was activated by the mysterious voice.
Eugene's magic is also the magic of the demon tribe that was inherited from the demon god.
However, from a certain point in time, the magic of the demon tribe was not exactly the same as that of the demon god.
This is because magic has evolved or changed in the process of so-called socialization.
Are you afraid? Of that magic? Of the demonic blood flowing through you? Your despair, the things created by magic, seem to be shrinking from you.
However, Eugene has not been socialized as a member of the demon tribe at all.
This is because he is clearly a citizen of the Elysium Empire. Furthermore, he is now an Earthling who has even regained memories of his past life.
Because of this, it can be said that Eugene Schneider is struggling with a great sense of alienation.
"The power of the Berserker killed my mother. And the elixir of the Demon Flower transformed my father into a murderer, forcing him to be beheaded."
What was Eugene Schneider's first impression of the Demons?
The fact that his mother left him early because she was a demon.
And here is the image of his father, Ulysses, twisted into a swordsman and pointing the tip of his sword at himself.
“And now even to the Grand Duchess who raised me... Where in the world is there such a beast!!”
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Eugene hit his own chin, as if resenting the purple mana that was wailing in his chest.
Eugene Schneider discovered through Aliph's psychic attack that he wanted to rape his adoptive mother, Marianne.
Those dirty feelings that I had hidden through all kinds of rationalizations,
The thought that what could be called the last conscience of Eugene Schneider as a human being is collapsing
Eugene was overcome with self-loathing and couldn't stand it.
[I see. So that's how Magi came to you.]
Eugene Schneider's self-reproach pouring out,
However, the questionable voice responded with a mysterious feeling.
[So, what's the problem with that?]
And then he coldly shot back at Eugene, as if mocking his weakness.
"what?"
Furious!
Eugene continued to look down at the ground with a blank expression.
I looked up, enraged by the truly cold-blooded remark.
[I've seen all the things you've been through. I'm asking because I've seen them. What on earth is wrong with that?]
The questioning voice continued to caustically criticize Eugene, saying that the self-reproach he felt was infinitely weak and useless, regardless of whether he said it or not.
"Do you even know what it's like to lose your mother immediately after you're born? To see your father die as a swordsman! To see the relationship that shaped your childhood shattered!!"
Eugene Schneider cried, his eyes wide open and the veins in his neck rising.
The powerful defense mechanism of a fragile beast whose wounds have been touched is being activated.
It must be a struggle to hold on to the shattered pieces of his mentality that have been shattered by the denial of what constitutes his values.
To Eugene Schneider,
[Have you ever properly pictured their faces looking at you?]
He asked me a question that I had no idea what it meant.
"face...?"
But somehow, that remark seemed to have had quite a stimulating effect on Eugene.
‘Face... My mother's face looking at me... And my father's face looking at me...’
Eugene Schneider himself struggled to erase the memories of the day his loved ones left him.
To forget that moment that came as a great shock to him.
So, even when he recalled Ulysses's death, and even when he saw Scheherazade's last appearance shown to him by Aliph, Eugene could not remember the faces of his parents.
"ah...!"
Then, upon hearing the mysterious voice's remark, Eugene Schneider suddenly remembered the faces of two people.
“I was smiling happily...”
Even in the midst of tragedy, Scheherazade and Ulysses looked at Eugene Schneider with the happiest smiles in the world.