Warhammer

The centaur girl suddenly came out of her state of being extremely focused on something and ignoring external affairs, and said something.

Al almost thought he was hallucinating. He looked up and found that Alina's face became hot after she said this. She still maintained a calm composure, but her trembling eyelashes revealed her thoughts.

"Use saliva to heal wounds."

She repeated it, seeming to suppress her excitement so much that her sentences were broken into pieces, and her fingers were tapping unconsciously on Al's arm.

Al was stunned, his cheeks also flushed.

"I can try." So saliva only has a slight bactericidal effect ()

Chapter 17: With the Horse Girl's Spring (Part 2)

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The centaur girl held Al's thighs and stood him up, so that he could just reach her chest.

Looking at the wound which had become very faint except for a little bleeding, I couldn't say any words of regret as the matter was at my fingertips.

The red eyes were filled with waves of indulgence, and the charming face with a few traces of blood was smiling softly and shyly, trembling and expecting.

The boy slowly lowered his head, moved closer, and approached gently, fearing to offend the two noble ladies who were like flowers on the mountain top. He exhaled hot breath from his mouth, hitting Alina's snow-capped peaks. The centaur trembled all over and her body softened.

Al bent over and put his hands on the woman's arms. Their bodies were pressed tightly together without any gap, and their bodies were shaking more and more.

The boy finally impressed it, a soft touch different from that of the Sheep Girl.

Elastic, yet soft.

There was a faint salty and fishy smell at the wound, like a mixture of blood and sweat, but surprisingly it did not annoy Al. Instead, it made the boy more excited to some extent, and his body became hotter.

Al couldn't help but close his eyes, and kept repeating the admonitions, warnings, and teachings in his mind, but he could not resist the temptation at all. His hands had involuntarily grasped the woman's arm. She put her arms around Al's neck, relaxed her body, and let the boy act.

The female horse panted, looking down at Al, watching the little head working hard and concentrating on her chest, imagining the boy's innocent baby face, and clenched her limbs. The joy that came from her whole body made her soul tremble more than chopping off the head of a powerful enemy.

She looked at Al, a burning desire stirring in her chest, as if the whole world was spinning, longing to swallow the boy in one bite.

In a trance, the woman felt like she was engaged in a fierce fight with the boy. The boy under her was panting and making pleasant, immature moans. From time to time, the offensive and defensive positions of the two would change. The boy would take the initiative and ride behind her, breaking through her defenses and occupying her hot position with a fierce and huge jet of impact.

The fight in the illusion lasted for a long time, but in reality it seemed to last only a short moment.

Al was still hypnotizing himself, paralyzing himself. He was just healing his wounds. Saliva could be used for disinfection... This seemed to be a rumor and pseudo-knowledge that was widely circulated among the people seventy years ago.

He tried his best to serve the woman horse and her great thing, and also tried his best to control himself and not drift beyond that limit, but this was just his one-sided wishful thinking, Alina didn't want to just do that.

And now, she is in control.

The centaur girl couldn't see Al's face clearly, but she couldn't help imagining the boy in her arms, eagerly and happily tasting the milk of the goat girls. Her desire now had a direction to vent.

Soon, Al felt a pair of hands gently touching his head. He didn't feel anything at first and thought it was just the centaur girl's comfort. However, the hand became more and more forceful, as if gradually pressing him down.

He raised his head in confusion and looked at the centaur, thinking that she wanted to stop, but was frightened by the centaur's fanatical expression.

She was so excited that her words were not fluent, and she stammered:

"There are also wounds below."

From now on, it can no longer be covered up by healing.

Beautiful and sweet, the outlet for what children desire, the two most critical points on the snow-capped mountains.

"quick."

As if she was very dissatisfied with the boy's hesitation, the centaur girl spoke to El in an imperative and coercive tone for the first time.

As mentioned before, Al has never been one to make his own decisions.

Never.

Al slowly moved down along the tall snow-capped peak, and finally his nose touched the bright red. The centaur hummed in her nose, and she couldn't wait to press the boy into her body. The centaur really wanted to swallow him completely, so that the child would belong to her forever.

The peak also went into his mouth.

Practice makes perfect. With the experience he had with the sheep girl before, and the instincts of this young body, Al quickly found his previous state from the initial awkwardness.

He sucked, sucking harder on the centaur girl's pink cherry, and his other hand couldn't help but slide down, pressing on the other plump, cold-treated white breast and slowly began to rub it.

Alina cried out in pleasure earlier than the boy in his imagination. Her whole body trembled with every moan and gasp. She stood up from the spring and walked back and forth tremblingly on her four hooves, barely supporting the bodies of both of them.

After sucking on the centaur girl's cherry, all the Lilith vest, the blood mother's secret, the final moment full of doubts, and even the longing for the previous life were magically forgotten.

It was so comfortable, the switch of happiness was in Al's palms and mouth. He sucked greedily, listening to the woman's sweet moans. His body was also softening, and only one place on his body was getting hard.

Stimulated by desire and comfort, El wanted to throw everything away and force his body, which was now seriously mismatched with the centaur girl's, to enter, get on base, and rush his brain and bone marrow into the latter's warm and moist core.

His body was getting closer and closer to Alina, and the centaur seemed to really want to merge him into her body, swallowing that beautiful flesh and staying together forever.

If Al was behind the centaur at this moment, he should be able to see the pair of tight and plump horse buttocks, the pink color opening and closing unconsciously and eagerly, and the fiery red mane constantly swinging, looking very excited.

If the difference between Al's current model was not so great, the Centaur would have forced him to mount the horse and complete the shortcut to his wife before completing his mission as a "mother".

After El had worked hard to serve the centaur's peaks on both sides... it was indeed very tiring. In the end, the centaur's body became limp, and El had to use his own strength to hold on to her and hold her to prevent himself from falling into the water.

Ma Niang simply pulled him up and kissed the boy hard on the lips.

It was as if he wanted to take back everything that was taken away from Nai Qiu (which was actually nothing).

Then God couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

It was still the classic roar, this time it rang in the ears of both the man and the horse at the same time.

The centaur girl trembled all over and then went limp, but she still insisted on not letting go and letting El fall. The boy also suddenly woke up. The coolness of the spring water and the anger of the Blood Mother made both of them regain their sanity.

Al couldn't help but look up at the centaur girl's face.

Blushed, shy, with some strange aftertaste.

In her red eyes, Al saw his own eyes.

The left eye saw a blood-red world, while the picture in the right eye had changed into a purple palace at some point. A hazy female figure behind a curtain was smiling tenderly, and a thin, boneless arm was slightly raised, as if she had just finished appreciating this earthly show.

Chapter 18: Good Times

Breaking away from the boiling passion, Al buried himself completely in the water, leaving only a pair of eyes floating outside.

Until you can't hold your breath anymore, then float up again, and repeat this process. You will feel much more awake.

As expected, he was targeted by S!

The centaur girl pulled Al out of the water without saying a word, put him on the shore, and like a magic trick, she took out a blanket and gently wiped the naked boy's whole body.

From head to toe, including the part of his body that Al suspected was most likely to be corrupted by S, he gently picked it up, then carefully wiped it dry and absorbed all the moisture.

Although the movements were still a little unfamiliar, the pious and sacred expression on the centaur's face and her cautious movements, as if she was carrying out a very important task, made El unable to even think of struggling, and he obediently let the centaur serve him.

Al looked down at the crowned stem, which was limp and lying in the horse girl's hand, allowing him to turn it over. Although it was still very exaggerated, at least not the size of a one-day-old cub, it was definitely not as big as the trident extending from his crotch in the illusion.

No matter how you think about it, this kind of thing is inexplicably terrifying.

He shivered, perhaps because he was cold, and the centaur girl walked to the shore naked, with water droplets constantly sliding down her naked body.

Her toned body seemed polished after being washed in clean water, and emitted an alluring halo under the scattered sunlight. She stood in front of Al, turned sideways, and her horse-like body with charming muscular contours lay across the boy, plump and tight.

Should I say it is worthy of being a centaur...

The lower body of a horse is no less attractive than the upper body of a human. In fact, for people with certain fetishes, the horse's body is a plus.

Ai'er's XP is very wide, so everyone can accept it and move naturally...

Just kidding, he even held the Jade Rabbit in his mouth like this and that. If it weren't for his current age and the difficult matching of hardware facilities, he might have just reached home base and completed his virginity graduation in both worlds.

He knows everything he should know about the perfect education system in 2076 at his age. At the age of seventeen, he is already old enough (bushi), not to mention that he has two years of freedom and unemployment between the ages of eighteen and twenty. Al plans to be a stay-at-home, staying in his apartment and immersing himself in the spiritual system, where he can experience all kinds of flowers within a reasonable range.

Once upon a time, Ai'er was also regarded as a Slaanesh member in the spirit realm system. He spent twelve hours a day in free time on intensive sex. He could also make guides for some old resources from the beginning of the century, and exchange experiences and share inventories with a group of grandfathers born in the 2000s and 1990s, with an average age of over 70 years old.

Those who understand understand, and there are not many postures that do not understand. Before breaking the bottom line, due to personal character reasons and the psychological immaturity brought about by physical immaturity, they will be timid, shy, and hesitant. What are you doing...

When Al has a relationship with a woman that goes beyond the limit, he can quietly change his mindset, treating it as if he is in a relationship that is progressing very quickly and must continue, or the other party will kick him out or he might end up dying on his head.

"I was reincarnated into another world and was ridden by a centaur sister"

Probably that's it.

......

Weird.

......

"One good news and one bad news."

The wood elf pushed the door open and came in. As soon as she came in, she frowned and waved her hands gently in front of her eyes.

Rhine coughed lightly upon seeing this, and old Hart beside him quickly turned the pipe upside down, covered it with a lid and handed it to Will who was standing by. The young man took it and carried it out with brisk steps. It was obvious that he no longer wanted to accompany him in the tent and endure that kind of oppression.

"Your hunters have suffered heavy losses."

After the smell in the tent had dissipated a lot, the wood elf slowly spoke, and his tone sounded like gloating.

"They died for the cause of the Empire, no doubt. At the same time, in the name of the Julius family and myself, their families will receive two additional pensions."

Obviously, casualties could not move this hard-hearted man most of the time. He just continued to stare at the wood elf, waiting for another piece of news from her.

"When it comes to your cold-bloodedness, we will always envy you humans." The wood elf couldn't help but sneer.

Rhine remained calm. He gently stroked his smooth chin and responded in a calm but confident tone:

"The Empire stands at the center of the mortal world through steel, faith, and people."

"If the enemy wipes out one dozen of our troops, we can immediately replenish them with two dozen or four dozen."

"Soldiers sacrifice their lives for the empire, and the empire and generals generously provide compensation. This is a truth that all citizens of the empire understand, and from the moment they join the army, they have been prepared for this."

The wood elf opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words to refute, so he said angrily, "Your hunters have found the group of beasts, and the signs match those of the group six months ago."

"Look at how much blood of your compatriots you have to pay for this. The forests here will thank you for bringing fertile land."

She turned around, opened the tent, and walked out without looking back.

Rhine and Old Hart looked at each other, the one-eyed general spread his hands and followed him out.

Outside, the camp was bustling with activity.

The military chaplains stood on a small platform and chanted the name of God and scriptures loudly, while soldiers knelt below, who were pious, or at least seemed to be praying devoutly. Before a battle, no one would be reluctant to pray to the gods, even if they never went to church on weekdays.

Some instructors led the troops, divided into two groups, to practice back and forth in the woods, simulating forest encounters and chases.

The knights gathered together to talk loudly, the servants led the horses to the stables, and the craftsmen inspected the equipment to ensure that the soldiers' lives would not be lost on the battlefield due to malfunctions and rust of these machines.

The Imperial Army's operation was not secretive, but semi-public, as they went to Estalia to carry out the mission of the Imperial Center. Therefore, there were many fearless followers, most of whom were prostitutes, and some sold some small gadgets, provided divination, postal services, or were small vendors who did not have enough money but hoped to get something from some soldiers.

Before the End of Time, or the widely circulated "Great War", this situation did exist, but it was rare, because at that time the main opponents of the Empire's army were often various monsters, green-skinned beasts, undead Yankees. No one knew how many beastmen or goblins riding giant spiders would jump out of this forest, nor did anyone know whether an entire undead army and an undead mentor who controlled the wind of death were ambushing in the next canyon.

However, the situation improved a lot after the Great War. The Beastmen group split, and those hoofed humanoid beasts actually began to turn to Order; the Greenskins and Chaos Beastmen were jointly wiped out by Order, and most of them retreated to the Badlands and small places on the edge to survive; the Undead withdrew to Sylvania under the brilliant leadership and suppression of Marquis Vlad and his wife, and from then on that place completely became a country of the dead, but the Empire could never control it anyway.

Public security has improved a lot, mainly because there are fewer enemies such as demons and monsters. Various commercial activities, population movements, and exchanges have become more frequent. After the chaos recedes, people no longer have to worry that prayers for a good harvest will attract the attention of the benevolent father, and wise men seeking a cure for diseases will not anger Fat Grandpa and splash more delicious juice into the mortal world.

The pursuit of knowledge and art is no longer hidden in secret, and can be easily manipulated by Sinner and Sally. After the Great War, civilization entered an era of rapid development. Appropriate taboos were broken, nature was liberated, industry was developing, and when fighting, there was no need to worry frequently about being displeased by a paraplegic toilet man who would blow up his own artillery and explosives with an axe.

What a good era.

Will thought to himself, his eyes fixed on the girl with big breasts, a few freckles on her face, very simple, and looked like she came from a nearby Bretonnian village.

The other person put her hands on a wooden barrel in front of her, which meant she was washing clothes for her. She spread her hands on both sides of the barrel, so that the two majestic things on her chest formed a lonely posture, and swayed in amazing arcs from time to time with the girl's movements.

Will licked his lips and touched the small mustache under his nose, which he had grown to imitate the adults and he thought was very manly.

Rhine did not grow a beard. He always thought that he lacked masculinity and was not very convinced of his cousin, the most outstanding young man in the Julius family.

"I walked over and asked her to accept my commission, and then chatted with her like a gentleman about the customs and practices of Barto and the situations of our respective families."

He rehearsed the performance silently in his mind for a while.

"Ah, Bretonnia, beautiful Bretonnia, her land, her forests, her most beautiful girls!"

Will thought of a short poem that could be chanted and planned to sing it in front of the village girls.

"gone."

Rhine walked past him, glanced at his cousin, and walked away. Old Hart patted Will on the shoulder and motioned him to follow.

The young man was very angry, especially when he saw two soldiers carrying a large bundle of clothes towards the washerwoman, he became even more anxious. These clothes were enough for three women to wash for a whole night. If she accepted this order, she would definitely go back to the village or to the stream. How could he find her again?