Chapter 40

Taking the stiff stem in my hand and pushing it into the soft flap, I twist my waist back and forth so that the stick can be smoothly inserted all the way down!

"HMMM HMMM! Mm-hm... Ok... Nice..."

Gladys seductive stifling posture, love fluid constantly secreted from the crack, a tiny, silky sound of lust, I began to violently twist my waist.

"Ahhh! Ha ha ha ha ha! Gladys, I can't do it without you!"

With the maiden's low voice, her little bottom swayed seductively from side to side. Hot slime filled the crypt, and my stem was encased in numerous cloves.

'Ugh! I'm going to shoot! Gladys, say goodbye to your mother forever! '

'Oh my! Mother, mother! Good-bye!" As if listening to a sacrificial prayer, I smiled wryly as I asked, thrusting my waist.

"Ah goo! Uh-huh! What a ride! What a ride!"

The movement of each other makes the body more and more hot, like a lump of desire mud tangled together, I realize that I am about to explode!

"Ouch! Already... Can't... No more... !" I bent over and gave a final blow to the contorted Gladys, and the most hot ejaculation came from the deepest stick!

After another pause in the rain, I unshackled and laid Gladys on the missing wooden bed, and let the evening sun lay a quiet golden blanket over the girl's tender skin.

I said no more, but lay beside the girl, dancing her nude body in the curves of a work of art. Long orange hair, soaked in sweat from the intense sexual intercourse of the last time, exuding the fragrance of a daughter's home, the beautiful curved pink back like a bow, the slender wassy waist, are all I can not leave. Finally, I put my hand on her round snow buttocks, patting them again and again, looking at the firm fleshy buttocks, full of elastic earthquake soup.

In the process, the girl's sobbing gradually died down, and finally she reached out to wipe away the last tear from her face and turned to meet my eyes.

Gladys's heart must also be very confused. Because she is staring at my eyes at the moment, a variety of emotions crossed, I can see that most of them are painful, because in a sense, I am not only the man who took away her virgin body, but also her mother killer, but on this matter, her self-blame reaction is far greater than hate, so she even thought of suicide, also did not intend to kill me revenge.

For a long moment Gladys asked in a low voice, "Do you... Are you a good man or a bad man? ' This is probably the question she's most confused about right now, and though simple, it's one I'm having a hard time answering.

"You're half human!" I said, "Is being human good or bad to you?"

Obviously did not expect me to answer, the girl was silent for a moment, I was honest and unkindly, the left hand that had been placed on her slender waist, climbed her proud breast peak, gently and gently. In an instant, the girl's eyes flashed a frightened, surprised look.

"As far as I am concerned, I don't care whether I am good or bad. I just follow my own thoughts and do what I want." I said, "I save you because I think your death is not worth it. I only fucked you because I wanted you."

'So you raped me?' There was obvious reproach in the girl's voice, but no anger.

'Yes! I don't shy away from saying, "If raping you is the best way to get you, I will do it without hesitation. That's what I do."

"Where... Where are people like you? '

Gladys looked away, and asked no more questions. This was not an understanding, but a tentative reconciliation. I may or may not be an incomprehensible presence to her.

After this, the girl began to tell me about her life. It seemed strange, but the person who could listen to her was no longer in this world, and the only person who slept next to her now was this stranger whose name she did not know.

"Do you know that sixteen years ago Mother was the best craftsman in Nalivia, not only as a weaver, but also as a foundry, which only men used to be able to teach, and that she was better than men? She was good, my mother..."

Gladys talked a lot about the crafts her mother had taught her. Most of them were from childhood, when her mother had not been in such bad health, and had managed to leave warm memories for her daughter through a series of hard lives.

Gladys's expression was happy as she recounted these memories, but this brief happiness could not be sustained.

'That's what they tell you out there! Mother cheated in the artisan examination and was expelled from the mechanic Academy as a disgrace to the city. ' Gladys spoke angrily, her lips pressed together, and her eyes twinkled with a hatred far deeper than she had ever faced me.

"Hm? Isn't that so?"

'No, my mother... My mother she was wronged! '

In the girl's slightly choked voice she told the story of sixteen years ago, which, if all was true, was a great injustice against Nalivia.

For the beautiful female student who is highly expected and seems to be the future star craftsman, the surrounding male teachers and classmates are excluded from the bottom of their hearts, unwilling to break the long-standing tradition, so that a lowly female tarnishes the sacred craftsman field, such dark emotions accumulate, as she passes through the game and gradually heats up, and finally breaks out on the eve of the final.

In the face of the violence of many male competitors, the evening performance was a humiliating banquet full of human ugliness, selfishness and carnal desire. At a loss, have I been to this kind of party before? Anyway, we didn't make it that far.

Under violence and coercion, it was easy to catch the so-called stolen, and the all-male competition judges and jury would only return one-sided verdicts. However, the real disaster began after she was expelled from the academy. Gladys's mother was not only expelled, but also denied the chance of a comeback. The technician College cut off ten of her fingers as punishment for cheating, and then, in the court of Nervia, she was disenfranchised by the jury and, after the branding was determined, became a slave.

According to the civil law of the mainland, slaves had no rights and were not guilty of murder, and the children of slaves, hereditary to their parents, were slaves from birth. Such a judgment, naturally because of her extraordinary beauty, and ruined her entire life, she was a certain dignitary wish to receive as a domain, leading a dark and miserable life.

"It was during that time that my mother had me, my father... He must have been an elf! ' Gladys stroked her long, pointed ear. "Everyone says I'm elven, and a beautiful half-blood, but I don't even know who my father is, and my mother says I don't know. I'm just the son of a slave."

A few years later, the high official was arrested in a corruption case, and his whole family, children and servants, and himself, were either killed or relegated to the status of house slaves of successful military officers. Gladys's slave contract with her mother passed into the hands of another nobleman, who, she said, seemed to be the head of a local gang.

Because during those years of torture, Gladys's mother had almost lost her human form, and had lost all her beauty, the master did not notice, and set them free. This was a continental system for dealing with slaves. When there were too many slaves to manage, they were given freedom of movement, as long as they paid a regular monthly tax. In order to protect her mother, who was in extremely poor health, Gladys worked hard to make money from a very young age. In addition to paying the monthly tax, Gladys also hoped to redeem her freedom as soon as possible and leave slavery with her mother.

"Although my mother didn't teach me anything, I still learned a lot of crafts by myself. I hope that one day I can clean up my mother's injustice in the competition field and give us justice." Gladys whispered, "Slaves are not allowed to compete. I have been raising money to buy my freedom, but my mother's health has been getting worse and worse in recent years, and I don't have much time. That's why I'm desperate for money, hoping to enter the competition in a month... I managed to get the money together, but... Mom, she... What am I going to do with it? '

The whole thing is generally understood, but I am neither a judge nor a member of the judiciary, and there is no point in talking to me about it. Instead, the sight of Gladys's tiny breasts, rising and falling with her breath and throwing out beautiful temptations, made me so hot that I wanted to hold her again.

"First... Are you a nobleman, Sir? ' 'Gladys whispered, looking up at me after a long thought.

'Why do you ask?'

'You have gold on you, and so much money too...' Gladys said, "A commoner who does not belong to the technical Academy must have a letter of recommendation from a noble to enter the contest. The present master cannot let me enter the contest. I... I..."

Seeing that she could not say it, I probably knew what she was going to talk about. I was not in a hurry at the moment, just gently playing with her lovely powder milk, waiting for her to speak.

"You have to think clearly, you don't even know who I am, and to make a deal with me, it will cost a lot of money. Have you thought about all this?"