Butcher Demon

Chapter 13: Communication through a mirror

I don’t think it’s a very good idea to do the same thing again.

As a …… professional, let’s try a little more extreme punishment.

This is an act of reconciliation.

The line that I think should not be crossed and the line that the other side thinks should not be crossed are gradually brought closer together. This is communication through a mirror.

I grab the elf girl by her neck, make her stand up, and tear her clothes with my nails as if to show her to the mirror.

“～～～～～～～～～⁉

The elf girl gasped for breath.

What emerged from underneath was skin like pure white silk.

She was already been stained to the belly by my own semen that dripped down her neck. Her breasts were full, though not very firm. She had no pubic hair, and her private parts were fully exposed. The elf girl hurriedly covered her upper and lower parts with her hands.

The instructions to not kill or injure her came in a flurry.

Look closely. I just tore her clothes off. You’ve got to give me some credit. I’m about to explode with pent-up frustration.

I grab the elf girl and hold her still, and the instructions stop.

My guess is that the alien behind the mirror is not used to commanding the Butcher.

For some reason, the amateur is giving this elf girl a spanking. What kind of situation is this? Could it be that I’m being used for such a play, me?

I can’t help but think about it.

With a small sigh, he slowly laid the elf girl down on the floor in front of the mirror, so as not to alarm anyone on the other side of the mirror, and sat down on her stomach.

「★※！＃○★◎☆‼」

The elf girl was flailing her arms and legs, trying to get out of it, but first of all, if she got on this huge body, she would not be able to get out with the strength of a woman. It is better not to move because if you fail on the hard floor, your beautiful skin will be worn off.

I grab the hands of the buzzing elf girl, hold on to them tightly, and brought them to my penis, which was slithering up to the sky, wrapped it in the palms of my butcher hands.

I see the elf girl’s face froze.

Next, I pressed it against her pale chest and moved my hand up and down in that position, forcing her to perform a groping with her entire body.

Her hands were thin and somewhat cold, just the right amount of temperature to accentuate the heat of my burning rod. It felt nice and clammy.

The view of the reddish-black cock that squeezed over her pure white breasts looks great. The small cherry-red patches visible on either side of it were perfect.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and her face turned to the side as if she was being held at gunpoint from under her chin. But the stringy neck and pointy ears exposed in this way were irresistible.

I was so engrossed in her that I kept letting her hand job me.

With the sacred elven washboard, I scrubbed and scrubbed the dirt off my fearsome penis.

Scrub, scrub, scrub as if squeezing out the pus that has accumulated in the reddish-black Mara.

Put one hand near the callus and the other near the base. Let both hands serve me well.

When I twist a woman in this way, I feel a small amount of pleasure. It’s probably because the Butcher’s body is asking for it.

Suddenly, I felt a stinging pain in my glans.

I looked over and see that the elf girl is biting me with her white teeth. She was glaring up at me with a sharp look in her eyes.

She grabbed my big penis with both hands, dropped her chin, and put her elegant mouth on the tip. He looks like a shakuhachi player herself. It’s a rather amusing picture. It’s very vigorous. But useless. If you want to bite my penis off, bring me a great white shark.

I mean, Isn’t you just let your guard down?

I quickly shot out the boiling white liquid that I was so ready for.

She caught it firmly in her upper jaw as she was biting down.

Stars scattered in the elf girl’s drenched eyes.

” *cough*! bleh!! “

She turn her face away and close her mouth, but it was too late. She coughed and spit out thick semen onto the floor.

while she is still vomiting more and more of my filthy cum pouring into her mouth.

“Kaha … Keho … Keho …”

Thanks to this, the elf girl was almost drowning in my sperm.

She should have just stayed quiet, but she did something unnecessary. She’s really screw-up, isn’t she?

Still, Butcher’s hand-whipping class was not over. I ignored the elf girl’s condition and continued to let her serve me, and then I sprayed her twice more. one on her neck and one on her breasts. Her small, modest nipples were now obscured by my white liquid.

By the end, her resistance had weakened and she was quietly squeezing my son.

I think she understood that she could not resist the monster called the Butcher.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes as I finished her off with one more facial ejaculation, then finally released her hands and stood up, savoring the stupefying satisfaction of having brought an elf to its knees by force.

There were no additional instructions.

But for me, it was still not enough.

This was just a public masturbation session.

I wondered if I could do something more like …….

Then a good idea came to me.

I made my way to her limp body.

I kneel down and hold her legs up together, and without warning, I plunge my cock into her crotch.

I felt a strong sense of agitation coming from behind the mirror.

You must have been surprised. But don’t worry. It’s just a thigh. no insertion.

I made sure that everyone could see the stick sticking out of her crotch, which was covered in white with body fluids.

There was no command to stop. Apparently, it’s still OK. That’s absolutely crazy.

I held up both her legs and continued to shake my hips hard while pressing my throbbing cock against the folds.

The elf girl wrinkles her brow and distorts her face, but gradually, I could hear the rhythm of her breathing.

“…fu……fu……fu……fu……fu…”

Even though it was a bare thigh, her clitoris was still being stimulated with my semen as a lubricant, and I’m sure she felt a certain amount of pleasure.

“Hmm”

I couldn’t resist the moment when the elf girl’s lust overcame her pride and shame.

She was biting her bottom lip. I caught a glimpse of that her reason is on the edge.

Her belly button is indescribably nice. That little spot that peeks out in between my piston movements. I like it, let’s release it there.

I pressed the back of the glans against her white belly and gave it a final push with her smooth underbelly. I burped and spurted out the pleasure that had rushed up from my hip. I pushed against her navel as if to inject it into her.

Oh, man. It’s so good. The white torrent flowing in like a weir.

Soon, a mysterious white pond was formed there.

She cowered and tried to escape, but I wouldn’t let her. I held her legs tightly, blocking her movement.

The beautiful naked body of the elf was my pride and joy, my diorama work. I had to take my time to appreciate it.

A river formed in the pond, and eventually, it overflowed. A great flood.

After some time and when I got enough, I squirted some of the fluid off my son with her thighs and then let her go.

“Uhhhh ..*sniff*…. hooo…*sniff*… hooo……”

The elf girl, who was now covered in cum, was crying before I knew it.

Mission complete, I guess.

But …… when it comes to this, how far is it OK?

That was a small curiosity ticking in the back of my mind.