The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Lancelot carried Isabella to the bed.

The two fell down together, and the elf half-supported his arms, covering Isabella again.

The whole body fell into the soft quilt.

Isabella seemed to be stepping on the ethereal clouds, and in front of her eyes were the bright golden morning stars, far and near, shining with bright and dazzling light.

It was so bright that the front of her eyes was completely white.

What a strange feeling...

Isabella thought unconsciously.

So hot.

It feels like my ears are burning.

No, my body is also very hot inside.

Like a fire...

Isabella's big misty blue eyes couldn't find the focus, and her brain, which was already slow and didn't like to think, was completely on strike at this moment.

Without giving her time to think clearly, Lancelot kissed her again.

The girl's tender lips are like a full blooming flower, blooming beautifully in the sunshine. The beautiful lips are shining with sparkle, constantly tempting the elf's mind.

He couldn't help but indulge again.

The face of the elf, which has always been cold and rational, has an expression full of piety and cherishment, but its movements are full of robbery and force, sucking out every ounce of nectar.

Deftly pry open the soft lips, trace the neat teeth, and go deep bit by bit.

The soul is trembling.

The room was extremely quiet for a while.

There were only a few occasional splashes of water, sporadic murmurs, and suppressed low gasps.

Her limbs were imprisoned, the girl's hair was messy, her eyes were dreamy, and she looked at the elf close at hand in a confused manner.

So fragrant...so sweet.

It has an indescribable sweetness compared to the blond hair I usually eat.

Isabella's heart was trembling with comfort, and her fingers curled up slightly unconsciously, as if she wanted to grab something.

My heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of my eardrums.

Lancelot kept kissing Isabella, almost wanting to melt her into his body.

"Humph...it hurts."

I don't know how long it took, but Isabella snorted from deep in her throat, her two slender brows frowned slightly, and her eyes gradually began to focus.

It feels like the skin of my mouth is broken.

It's definitely still swollen.

A hint of squeamish complaint arose in Isabella's heart.

Although... well, it was quite comfortable, but Miss Dragon couldn't bear any pain in her human form. After feeling the skin on the corner of her mouth was broken, she didn't want to continue.

Moreover, she was full.

Cold, throw away after eating, heartless, dragon lady, stretched out her hand to push the elf on her body, twisted her neck and refused to continue kissing.

This time Lancelot did not continue regardless as he had just done. He obediently raised half of his body, supporting it above Isabella.

Her soft, thick blond hair cascaded down the side of her face and spread on the pillow.

It happened to lock the two of them in a small, narrow and private environment.

There was only the mingling of each other's breaths in their ears.

Four eyes facing each other.

Isabella looked into the elf's pure silver eyes and thought vaguely:

Ah...as expected.

Her soup failed again today.

Otherwise, why would the elf's eyes turn silver again?

Isabella raised her hand, wanting to touch the elf's silver eyes.

In the dim and obscure light, those eyes also looked a little dark. It's not like the bright, sparkling silver of Isabella Scales, which tends to be metallic white, but more deep and rich.

Almost sucking Isabella's entire body in.

Isabella couldn't understand the elf's expression at this moment.

However, she continued to be arrogant and attributed all the abnormalities to the effect of her failed bowl of soup, and did not notice the look in the elf's eyes at this moment.

He is awake.

Sober, sinking.

The girl close at hand was the source of his addiction. Seeing Isabella's breathing calming down, Lancelot felt that she had rested and wanted to continue kissing her.

However, Ms. Dragon turned her head to avoid her.

"My mouth hurts."

Isabella pouted, as if she secretly disliked the level of elf kissing.

There is a bloody taste in the corner of the mouth, it must have been bitten.

Isabella thought complainingly.

It was like a wolf that had been hungry for eight hundred years, gnawing at the fattest meat on the lamb's belly.

How does it look like a reserved and elegant herbivorous elf!

Lancelot's eyes flashed with confusion.

There is also some stiffness in the body.

Under the current situation, Lancelot actually... didn't know what to do.

Although he has lived for more than two thousand years, Lancelot, as a pure and reserved elf, has always only had very superficial theoretical knowledge about certain things.

He knows that people who love each other will kiss, hug, sleep in the same bed, and will give birth to the crystallization of common love.

However, when it comes to more specific and detailed physiological reproduction, Lancelot really doesn't understand it.

——even less than Isabella knew.

The elf's bookshelf has always been full of rigorous and scientific theoretical books, and the ascetic and restrained elf has never opened any of those romantic and sentimental science popularizations about love and action.

and so……

All he knew was to kiss.

But even the kiss he just had was rejected by Isabella.

Lancelot's heart felt hot, and he suddenly wanted to prove himself urgently.

A feeling of shame and embarrassment suddenly rushed to his forehead.

Suddenly, a light flashed.

Correct!

Take off your clothes.

When he passed by the tavern in the past, the place was a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and the elf didn't bother to have too much contact with it. However, in order to find out the information from the bounty hunter, he also had a few times, and he saw the chaotic scene in the tavern in a flash.

Lancelot pursed his lips and reached for Isabella's collar with slightly trembling fingers.

He wanted to be with Isabella.

The desire in his heart urged him, constantly trying to pull the elf into the abyss of desire again.

Now is the best chance.

He could be with Isabella forever.

However, several times, shyness overwhelmed the elf, who was particularly young in this regard. When he finally summoned up the courage to touch Isabella's collar with his finger——

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his waist suddenly tightened.

A thick big tail rose into the air, grabbed the elf by the waist, and slammed it onto the carpet beside the bed.

next second.

Lancelot fell to the ground defenselessly.

I suddenly felt dizzy and had stars in my eyes.

"Bang".

The room fell silent again.

Isabella slowly rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed.

Because too much time was wasted in the battle between elves and heavenly beings, Isabella was slightly separated from the wonderful feeling just now, and her beautiful misty blue eyes have returned to clarity again.

Although her limbs are still a little trembling and limp, Miss Dragon's tail is always strong and strong.

She crawled to the bed half-supported on her elbows, and the huge tail behind her slowly swung twice in the air before she retracted it.

Isabella carefully wiped the corners of her lips with her fingertips.

"hiss……"

She gasped quietly again.

He muttered and complained, "Do you like eating meat, or do I like eating meat?"

You are obviously the food of this giant dragon!

Really!

Isabella has never seen the elf look so fierce, and she can't stop him.

It almost ate her up.

I feel like my lofty status as a dragon has been challenged.

She wiped the corners of her mouth, touched a trace of cool liquid with her fingertips, and paused slightly.

It shows the intensity just now.

Ms. Dragon's cheeks turned red and she coughed lightly, pretending to be nonchalant.

After all, it was Isabella's fault that the failure to make soup made the elf insane, so she decided to generously forgive the elf's out-of-control behavior just now.

Occasional rewards and compensation are okay.

But Miss Julong will never allow her food reserves to reverse her status as a breeder.

This is a challenge to the dragon's dignity.

Isabella decided to get out of bed.

However, she found that her legs and feet were as weak as two noodles and she could not get up at all.

He had no choice but to stretch his neck and saw the elf on the ground at a glance.

Lancelot was caught off guard by Isabella and was thrown out just now. The dragon's speed was unstoppable. Apparently the elf slammed into the ground, which was a bit hard.

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"Lance, are you okay?"

Isabella poked her head around, her bright eyes full of concern.

But Lancelot lay motionless on the ground.

His long golden hair covered his face, and his face couldn't be seen. It was unclear whether he was awake or knocked unconscious.

Isabella:! ! ! !

No, were you really knocked unconscious?