The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Lance, are you okay?"

Isabella lay beside the bed, wanting to reach out and poke the motionless elf, but the distance was not enough and she couldn't even touch the hem of the elf's clothes.

But the elf who didn't respond to a word made Isabella very worried.

She could only hold on to her legs, which had not fully recovered their strength, and stood up tremblingly.

"Puff-"

Unable to stand firm, he stumbled from the bed and fell down.

But Isabella was very lucky not to fall to the ground, but hit the elf.

Ms. Dragon smashed the onion head down hard.

After a long while, he got up holding his head in confusion and looked around.

It's like he didn't expect how he could fall down so stupidly.

Fortunately no one saw it, otherwise it would be so embarrassing.

The poor elf was treated as a soft cushion of human flesh, and was hit so hard that a soft moan escaped from the depths of his throat and was muffled in his chest. Isabella did not hear it.

The elf's throat moved up and down slightly and continued to lie quietly on the ground.

Isabella sat astride Lancelot's legs, her skirt turned up to the middle of her thighs, and her two calves spread across the elf's body.

Under the light fabric, the elf's body temperature is slightly lower. If you move a little, you can feel the beautiful curves of the muscles. Compared with Isabella, who was soft all over, she had a different kind of elasticity that was attractive.

Isabella pressed her hands on Lancelot's abdomen and jumped forward with her legs twice, trying to remove the hair from his face and observe the elf's current state.

Just halfway up——

Suddenly I found that the touch under my hand felt good.

Isabella paused for a moment, looked down at the elf's abdomen, and couldn't help but stretched out her fingertips and poked carefully.

My body is usually covered by the wide and pure white mage robe, so I never expected how it feels to the touch...well, it's pretty good.

The muscles are clearly defined, but not as exaggerated as those mountainous epee warriors in the Warrior Tower. It has a graceful and elegant feel.

They are indeed the most elegant and cool elves in the mainland. Even the muscles on their bodies are so elegant.

Isabella was still unfinished, almost forgetting that the elf was still "in a coma".

Suddenly, a short low gasp was heard in my ears, as if it had been suppressed for a long time and accidentally spilled out from between my teeth.

Isabella looked up immediately.

Surprised: "Lance, are you awake?"

However, the elf still maintained her comatose posture, motionless, as if the voice she heard was Isabella's illusion.

"..."

A hint of doubt flashed in Isabella's eyes.

He slowly took back the hand that was groping around Lancelot's abdomen.

As an owner who raises reserve grains, Julong does not feel that there is anything wrong with any touch or contact with the reserve grains.

The domineering Isabella regards every piece of flesh on the elf's body as her precious wealth.

But Isabella still felt a little guilty.

Normally, Lancelot's prestige was too deep, and just a glance of those cold golden eyes could silence the fire-breathing dragon lady.

Isabella did not dare to touch her openly and openly under the eyes of the elf.

She hurriedly tried to get off Lancelot, and when her calf moved, she suddenly felt an inexplicable semi-hard object pressing against her lower back.

And there is a trend of getting harder and harder.

Isabella was stunned for a moment.

A huge question mark appeared on his forehead.

Just as he was about to look back, he raised his hand to his lower back to touch what it was, but his eyes suddenly turned around and he was pressed to the ground by the elf again.

Isabella: "?"

No, wasn't this guy still in a coma just now?

Is he really in a coma, or is he pretending to be in a coma to avoid the scene of kissing him?

No matter how slow Isabella reacted, she realized that something was not right with Lancelot.

She frowned, and just as she was about to push the elf away, she looked straight into a pair of pure silver eyes.

The elf's eyes completely turned silver.

There is even a faint tendency to spread from the pupil to the surrounding areas.

Deep desire mixed with complex emotions kept rolling in his eyes, like a vast ocean, with turbulent waves and undercurrents.

Lancelot no longer suppressed his breathing, and one after another, the scorching temperature fell on Isabella's ears.

The elf put one hand on Isabella's shoulders, and the other hand nimbly grabbed her wrist that was pressed against his chest. He closed his big hand easily, raised it above his head and pressed it against the carpet.

The delicate peck fell again.

Even gradually along the cheek, there is a tendency to go deeper.

The elf was addicted to such an extremely intimate touch.

A constant desire grows in my heart to ask for more.

More……

Without any guidance, he bit Isabella's collar with his lips and teeth, and with a trembling breath, he gently hit the girl's white neck.

Provoking a small secret tremor.

The silver in the elf's eyes became darker and darker.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue uncontrollably and gave it a gentle and tentative lick. The white and tender skin in front of her eyes instantly turned a gorgeous crimson color, looking extremely alluring.

The elf's slightly pointed teeth brushed against the girl's slender neck, almost sinking into the skin that was softer than a butter cake.

If she was in the confused state just now, Isabella might fall with Lancelot.

The soft blond hair of the elf wrapped around her, and the sweet fragrance, like the aroma of ripe fruits on the branches, penetrated into the skin with every kiss.

Isabella seemed to be lying on a beautiful golden boat, floating on the sea of ​​desire that she had never touched before, and her heart was almost rippling.

However, Miss Dragon still had a trace of clarity left in her mind.

A dragon in its waking state is absolutely not allowed to be regarded as a reserve of food, so boldly pressing on itself.

Even his teeth were about to bite his own neck.

The huge silver tail appears again.

This time, Isabella had no scruples.

The big tail hit the elf hard on the back of the head.

There was a crisp sound of "bang".

The world is quiet.

-

In the next few days, Isabella avoided Lancelot.

Especially when she saw a big lump on the back of the elf's head that was bright and had not disappeared, Miss Dragon wanted to find an open space to dig a hole and bury herself in it.

What happened that day was a complete mess, and it would be untenable to accuse anyone.

and so--

Just be an ostrich without a head.

Fortunately, the tasks of the Mage Tower and the Tower of Light didn't overlap much, so Lancelot couldn't dazzle Isabella for a few more days and had to go to other places to complete tasks.

Before leaving, Lancelot came to Isabella's tent.

"Bella, let's talk."

During the day, Isabella specially went to crowded places. Even if Lancelot found an excuse to call her there, she would always have a thousand reasons to drag Lydia with him.

Elves are thin-skinned in front of outsiders.

Every time he opened his mouth, he hesitated, and could only swallow back everything he wanted to say.

"No more chatting, I'm going to bed."

Miss Dragon refused to open the door.

Lancelot's voice was gentle and he offered himself a pillow: "I'll sleep with you."

But she was ruthlessly rejected by Isabella, "No, I want Lydia——"

Plans to move Lydia out again as a shield.

The elf was well prepared and revealed it with a smile, "I personally watched classmate Lydia enter Tinasi's tent."

Isabella: "..."

A cat that forgets its friends after seeing sex!

She was speechless for a moment, and then her voice weakened, "...then don't do it."

Lancelot thought the little girl was being shy and throwing a tantrum, so he continued to coax her in a good voice, "Bella, what happened last time was my fault."

For an elf, it is indeed a bit too unreserved and unrestrained.

Lancelot resisted the rising heat in his ears, pinched his fingertips and continued, "I shouldn't kiss you without your consent..."

His tone was full of guilt and self-blame, as if he really wanted to be forgiven by Isabella.

The room was quiet, and Isabella said nothing.

She was a little confused.

Although the elf took advantage of it and chewed up Miss Dragon. But tracing back to the origin, it was Isabella who fed the elf's mouth with her own hands.

So half and half with each other.

The elves cannot be blamed entirely.

And to put it mildly, Isabella found that she seemed to have inadvertently unlocked a new way of eating.

When Lancelot kissed her, Miss Dragon could feel a steady stream of energy flowing along the skin that was in contact with each other, filling her limbs and bones.

So...cough!

Isabella murmured softly, "I really can't blame you entirely..."

However, this is not right.

Where are the giant dragons kissing food!

If he accidentally said it, the group of old guys behind the Flame Ash Mountain would probably wake up from laughter.

Isabella suddenly woke up.

Miss Julong is very face-saving!

No, no, eating normally is a virtue, and you can’t follow this strange and crooked way!

"Then don't be angry with me, okay."

Lancelot spoke softly, his ethereal voice full of comfort, brushing against his ears as light as a feather, "If you are unhappy, I will be sad too."

Isabella: "...Yeah."

She was coaxed by the soft elf and responded softly.

But there are some issues that Isabella feels she must think clearly about.

There should be a clear boundary between the owner and the reserve food.

Through the barrier of the tent door, Isabella did not see that Lancelot's eyes were full of smiles at this moment, which was completely different from the guilty and soft tone.

The elf's throat rolled unconsciously, as if he was recalling the feeling at that time.

Wonderful.

But Isabella rarely calmed down and persisted without opening the door.

He just said that he wanted to sleep by himself tonight and drove Lancelot back.

The elf was immersed in Isabella's softened attitude and felt that the future was bright.

As an intelligent and rational elf, he is most aware of his own strengths and charms, and also knows how powerful his presence is to attract Isabella.

Just a little temptation——

No, how can it be considered seduction?

()

He and his little girl originally liked each other and were in love with each other.

If they hadn't been stubborn in their own reservations and refused Isabella's approach countless times, they might even have children now.

Now it's just a matter of getting everything on track.

It's a pity that Isabella is a slow little dragon. Every time Lancelot tried to hint to her, she completely ignored it.

The elf could only endure it secretly in his heart, hoping that everything would take its course and take its time.

However, the happy and sweet look of Tinasi and Lydia holding hands that day somewhat irritated Lancelot. Although he didn't express it publicly, he was very envious in his heart.

Obviously they haven't known each other as long as he and Isabella, but they are getting married soon.

And his Isabella...

Fortunately, the turnaround came very quickly, and Isabella's bowl of soup gave the elf a perfect opportunity.

But I didn't expect that Isabella, who usually likes to stick to her best, would appear to be even shyer than this elf when she actually kissed and hugged her.

Lancelot, immersed in joy, did not notice that this was the first time Isabella refused to sleep with him.

For a giant dragon, refusing food delivered to your door is obviously something that needs to be taken seriously.

It's a pity that Lancelot's mind is full of imaginings, the scenes of his and Isabella's marriage in the future, the sweet and happy scenes almost drown him.

Lancelot was in a great mood, with a smile on his eyes and brows, "Bella, see you back to the academy."

"……OK Bye Bye."