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【Aerdun's Ring of Deeds Records】

Author: Silver Dragon Noel2022/3/10 Posted in sis001 P Station Fallen Ark

1. The Lady's Pot

On that day, the faded adults rode their horses down from the plateau as if they were fleeing.

Because of the darkness of the volcano, the precipitousness of the snow-capped mountains and the intricate horrors under the King Rodell City, his soul was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Putting aside the ambition of becoming a king for the time being, the exhausted and silent fader crouches on the back of his companion's horse, full of thinking only about finding a warm gift as soon as possible Blessed light.

As if echoing his thoughts, the fader warriors who descended the broad slope finally found a familiar lake on the grassland of Banpo. place to rest.

The fader took off his dirty armor and cleaned it up. He grilled the venison and crab meat from the road on a stick.It really was a full meal.

After eating, the silent fader looked at the blue sky and the huge crescent moon. If you ignore the wandering deceased in the lake and just look at this beautiful and quiet moonlit night, this scene is a rare healing moment in the long life of those who have faded.

Satisfied, warm and thoughtful, perhaps because of excessive comfort, the faded person can't help but think of people far away.

On the tower, the puppet witch Lani, who once placed her hopes on her, once again made the fader's heart wither on the wastelandbeat again.

However, after declaring that she will step into a dark destiny, he has never seen her again. Perhaps,she is still somewhere far underground, fighting for her own destiny, waiting for her own assistance...

And the other, when she first set foot on the narrow place It was a girl named Melina who swore to be her own witch, except for a certain occasion when I heard her recite a poem in church, and I haven't seen each other for a long time Doubting whether she is really accompanying her on her journey also makes the fader feel dumbfounded.

In short, this night is extraordinarily quiet and lonely. And when the faded person fell asleep to the swaying light of blessing, he seemed to hear a sound like a mosquito and flies from the ruins in the distance.

"——"

What is that? Could it be another dead man without eyes, or a traveling merchant? Listening carefully, the fader can't in any way associate that voice with a person or monster he's seen in the past.

No matter how you hear it, it's like a lady's cry...

In any case, put on a battle armor, and just in case you put a famous sword in your waist, the faded person is suspicious Then, he finally confirmed that a strange living creature seemed to be approaching.

"My lord~~ is here, can you help me?"

"...Where are you?" The fader shouted in a low voice. As if trying to meet the fader excitedly, the strange thing vibrated slightly in the picture.

In this situation, the faded person suddenly felt a little sense of sight.

As if to verify this sense of sight, the fader saw a strange thing on the wall of a deserted stone house. It was a crimson earthenware vessel, unnaturally embedded in a crack in the wall. Strangely, however, the container kept shaking, as if trying to squeeze it out of the gap. But no matter how it shakes, it's stuck.

"Yes, Lord Fader, this is it. Can you see me?"

"..."

The battle-hardened Fader Not to be trapped or deceived. He decided to hold Moon Shadow's hilt with one hand, and groped in the darkness with the other hand to see what this "thing" was under the ruins.

As a result, the hand feels...

It's like touching the bottom of a cold vase. The kind of vase with a big bottom and a thin waist. Flat bottoms are flat. It's probably something like that. But why does it keep vibrating?

"Oops!!~~Really, Mr. Fader, where are you touching? It's so embarrassing!"

"???"

"Yes, don't be so surprised, it's me, it's me, the bottle you touched, I got stuck in the wall, can you help me out?"

"… ..."

Because it seemed that he had had a similar experience before, the fader resisted the thought of complaining, opened his mouth, and asked in a low .

"...How do you get out? Are you going to give it a sledgehammer?"

"Oops! Fader-sama, you really have an idea. Can you Don't use force. The place you touchis the most vulnerable part of the slave's house. If you hit it with a big sword or hammer, it will make the slave's houseTo be turned into tiles. "

"Then what should I do?"

"Slave, I haven't eaten for a long time. So, my body is very dry, so I'm stuck in the crack of the wall and don't say anything,
I can't reach out myself. There's no way I can pull myself out."

"...do I want to pour some oil on you?"

"Oh, that might work though. , but the slave family is about to become sticky. That would go against the image of a lady. So, Lord Fader, can you give the slave family some blessings?"

" Blessing?..."

When the fader hesitated and was about to take out some small amount of runes from his pocket, he was stopped by the female voice from the strange bottle .

"...It's not such a blessing, Lord Fader. I mean, the blessing of your own life. PleaseInject it into the body of the slave family and help the slave family to lubricate it. Right."

said. I saw the crimson bottle stuck in the wall shake a few times, like magic, the bottom of the pot made of pottery suddenly disappeared, and the healthy color like skin was exposed.

The fader didn't know why he swallowed a spit.

The bottom of the "bottle" looks like a human's butt, no matter how you look at it... oh no, it should be the part between the legsto be precise, and Yes, it belongs to the female shape.

Even the sparse pubic hair is vivid in the bright red gap between the two healthy and fair thighs.

As if unbelievable, the fader stretched out his rough hands and groped for the female's lower body part. It would be great if that was true, since the wild land in the distance came to the strange narrow place, the fader has not met a living woman for a long time.

Whether it's a doll witch or a spirit woman. There is no such living thing that belongs to a woman.

Anyway, the fader is also the offspring of a mighty warrior, a man of great energy.

Although there was some hesitation in his heart, the fader's hand had already unhesitatedly undid the waistband of his pants.

In such a scene, there is only one place where the weapon of the male warrior points.

That is the private seam of women.

"Ah... yes, this rich aura, Lord Fader, is like this..."

"...Is that so, if I go in, you will have Is there a way?"

"Um... yes, come on, just give me 'that'. I can go out."

At this point . The faders aren't going to be polite either. His sturdy cock exuding a strong male stench instantly entered the battle in front of the female body that he hadn't seen in a long time, and then pierced fiercely.

Although the head failed to break down all of a sudden, as the strange object said, it seemed that its body was a little dry, but unexpectedly, the fader only pushed back and forth , the channel that looks like a female vaginawas warmly"Ah... yes, that's the way it is, the fader-sama, the slave family is finally wet, please let the slave family, A little more moist Right~~"

From the other side of the wall, there was a coquettish voice.

That's amazing. To the ears of the fader who are used to hearing the ghost howls of the demihumans under the moon, or the deafening dragon howls, it can be said to be too precious a sound of heaven.

At the same time, the discolored person's lower body, stimulated by this bizarre thing modelling the female roar, also became more and more full of erotic blood, and the cock became as hard as iron. , It is not impossible to say that it is impossible to pierce the large shield of the turtle shell in one breath.

"Ah ... haha ​​... really, not simple, this hole ..."

The beasts faded and beasts roar generally, plugged in, inserted Juice splattered, mostly secreted from this strange object.

"I said, are you..."

While enjoying the extreme enjoyment of acupuncture, the dangerous fader is still thinking about himself
What happened. In fact, he already had a guess.

"...you treat me like a noble lady, please stab me hard and cum inside me, My heroic fader, as long as you Give me a little of your blessings, and I'll be saved."

"That's trivial. My blessings are too many to use up..."

Faded After furiously inserted into the cool, with a roar, the strong blessing that had been accumulated for a long time, burst into the container of the female body in front of .

Then, just listen to the poof between the container and the wall, and then disappear with a sting. There was a loud bang on the opposite side. Something fell to the ground, and then, from the back of the broken house, came something.

...

"Sure enough, you are not human."

The fader thought. However, it is also some kind of creature that he is familiar with.

"Salute to you, esteemed fading lord, the hero who saved the slave family. I am Lady Pot——Ophelia."

of this nameOphelia's lady pot monster, to put it simply, is something like a crimson vase as tall as a personI don't know if it's appropriate to say that, but the plumper, rounder and wider lower part of the bottle
As if it were a woman's buttocks, while a thin waist and a less broad, but also rounded upper arc, seemed to be a woman's breast.

On the top and bottom of this bottle, simple stone tumors grow as limbs, replacing the hands and feet of animals. The one who was stuck in the wall just now was Ophelia who had no limbs—a magical creature called the "Lady Pot".

After she got her own blessing, the concentrated essence, she probably lubricated her body and grew limbs, so she was able to squeeze out of the cracks in the wall.

"Sure enough, you are something like a warrior pot. I have never seen a race like you. So there are females, you living pot creatures."

"...Thank you, the nameless fader. Since you are kind to the slave family, let me tell you our secrets. We are a family of lady pots with the same origin as warrior pots, but , just like our name, our contents are women of Huaichun. If there is a fate in the future, you will meet our clansmen. It's justdifferent lady pot sizes Their personalities are also different, so please pay more attention.”

At that time, the fader felt that. If I can see some lady pots again in the future, it is also a good adjustment.

It didn't take long for the faders to meet such an opportunity again.

It was on the road to Wangcheng, and he saw an unusual object on the side of the road.

A lady's pot.

Because of the last experience, he could already recognize this species at a glance. Under the gorgeous decoration, it is a little skinny, but the height of the bottle god is only half his body.

"Lord Fader... But, can you take a ride?"

The girlish voice from the lady's pot is too sweet to the ears.

Of course the answer is yes.

Holding the lady's pot in his arms, the fader rode on his horse all the way.

Strangely enough, the lady pot has not said a word since she got on the horse.

Although the last time I saw the lady pot was quite enjoyable. But maybe, not every lady pot is willing to do that kind of thing. The faders thought.

After all, he doesn't understand this species, nor what they are born for.

"...Excuse me, are you a nobleman?" Xiaohu suddenly opened his mouth.

"I'm the fader."

"...Oops, I'm sorry...." This small pot seemed to be extraordinarily shy, and its voice was also very slender. But it seems very educated.

"...Because I don't understand the mission of the fader, are you the one who is blessed? In you, I felt a warmth that others do not have."

The girl's voice came from the lady's pot—the small body of the bottle.

"That's right. I'm the one who was led here to fade away, collect runes, and go to the capital to become a king."

"Ah..." The girl's voice was dazed .

"Is he actually a king... No wonder. What a great hero you are. You are still blessed by the golden tree, a noble person... Really, you can meet You, I, are so lucky... woohoo"

Lady Pot, just like that, sobbing.

"Please, please... please use me"

Huh? The faded person was a little surprised, but it was better to obey than to be respectful.

"How do I use it? I'm still on my way."

"Please use me like this..."

A hot, even hot lady Kettle, are you shy? Her little rough hands guided the fader, pulling down his trousers.

The ferocious dragon that popped up immediately felt the tender and hot two halves of the buttocks.

Sure enough, the bottom of the lady's pot seems to be openable.

If it is opened, it seems to be no different from the lower body part of an ordinary female body...

"Hi... it's absolutely amazing"

Warm but not Very smooth, even firm like a virgin, hard to break through.

Then, with the action of gravity, "Yah~" hummed softly.

As if breaking through the hymen, the flesh seam of the little lady's pot was placed on the genitals of the fader.

On the road after that, with the bumps of the horse, the lady's pot hummed softly, and it moved up and down slowly, becoming a fully automatic meat stick cover for the fader.

 …

After a long journey.

The fader sees a line of carriages.

"Ah..."

Feeling a little excited, the lady pot in her arms raised the small stone hand and pointed to the carriage for no reason.And then what? did not say.

The fading person is unknown, but involuntarily approached the past.

countless timesWhen riding a horse on the road, he expects to see whether there are one or two people walking on the road, and the blessing is relative to those who have not yet dimmed—that is, people who are like individuals. . Just like the nobles and castle lords who still maintain their humanity and human form they have seen in Nymphs in the past.

But maybe it's dark under the lights, and he hasn't seen a normal person recently. Perhaps the closer to the king's citythe people were in the past, so richly blessed and favored by the golden tree, now after the golden tree rejected their people, the people had How decadent and unbearable despair.

The faders approached the cavalry that slowly marched from the local town like zombies to the royal city of Rodel.

He was so close that the rider was still unaware. Upon closer inspection, the riders, coachmen and guards were almost all withered. Just like the dead.

But there are some differences, some people even lack arms and legs. The team is also incomplete.

The faders watched the flags of the wagon train, like a caravan of tributes to the king's city from the territory of a certain small lord. But there are not many guards. Really suspicious.

However, if there is a carriage, you must see it. Because there must be a shining treasure behind. This is a more true theorem than the golden rule for faders. He skillfully rode his spirit horse close to the cavalry, then jumped on it and unlocked the back door of the carriage.

However, there are no shining treasures... only the empty cabin, and on the gorgeous seats, there is no sign of the owner to be carried.

Sure enough.

The faders were not disappointed. Because as long as you get close, you can see that the body of this carriage is already scarred, as if it had come back from the battlefield. Most of them have been attacked before.

So he watched the deadly motorcade heading for the royal capital all the way, and then stopped at the gate of the royal city. Eccentrically turned back and headed home.

"So it is. This group of people are just shadows of the old days."

The fader already knew in his heart, this pair of insanity is as immortal as zombies The live noble carriage was lost on its way to and from the capital.

Just as the faders who followed the carriage team wanted to leave boringly, the lady pot in her arms wanted to say something. Try to grab his arm with your hand. He didn't seem to want to let him go.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

At this moment, he noticed that the convoy had entered a small battlefield, and then stopped strangely . The zombie-like convoy guard clasped his head and howled in pain. And everything around seemed to vibrate slightly with the air.

At this time, the soul of the dead person appeared from the road, and then started to fight for himself, completely ignoring the existence of the fader and the carriage. As if, as if playing a battle drama.

But the fader watched carefully, clearly seeing the meaning of the scene.

"So that's it....Sometimes in the past, a convoy of nobles traveling here was ambushed and failed. The nobles in the car were taken away. The soldiers were defeated and fled back. Lost the blessing. And the army that collapsed into a half-human half-corpse, has been wandering indefinitely on the road between the capital and the territory since then..."

Then this is the battlefield at that time, the dead attackers, thieves With the fallen escort soldiers, the convoy of the past is approaching, reenacting the last scene of his death. Now that the ring of Eldon is broken, and the blessing no longer exists among people, everything has come to a tragic stagnation, like this. Life is no longer reincarnated, trapped in the shadows of the past.

The faded person feels very dull.

The treasures on the carriage and the nobles themselves were lost at that time. All that was left were empty carriages and meaningless escorts.

However, the lady pot in her arms fell into a strange silence when she saw all this. She also stopped gripping the fader's hand so hard.

……

The fader looked around for what he had missed, and then he saw another shadow of the past.

In the revived soul, there is a noble girl's spirit body lying on the ground, as if she was seriously injured, she stretched out her hand, reaching out to the royal city, as if yearning for something, praying for something. But no one responded.

Her hand finally fell, and then, a pot-shaped thing passed in front of her.

The fader knows that he and Lady Pot are looking at the same scene.

"Now, are you satisfied? ... Let's go."

...

"I used to know a pot called Alexander. I have seen He was on the battlefield, collecting the corpses of heroic warriors into his body," said the fader. "Those that go in, later called the contents of the jug, are no longer people or corpses, but become the spirit of the special life of the jug. You ladies' jugs are similar. Something, right?"

"A lady's pot is not equal to the dead. Or the corpse.Shiju is different. "..." Lu Yu's little lady said in a low voice. "However, we are definitely not living."

"...In the past, there were many girls with dreams. Many girls in the narrow land dreamed since childhood, In order to be able to serve The light of that great blessing, and the golden family dedicate themselves to madness."

"So it is..."

"...There is a local nobleman The youngest daughter, she once longed to be the bride of the nobles of the capital, even ifwas not destined to be a woman of the golden family and gave birth to their children...Even if it was a little, she could become one of those great royals Or the things that the heroes love... Even such a humble wish could not be realized in the end. During the crazy years, she was sent to the capital by desperate parents to give to the lower nobles, In exchange for support for the territory, but it's just a pitiful struggle, and everything came to nothing after an attack."

 …

Faded by Under the withered tree, the petite pot in his arms is very quiet.

"What happened to that girl in the end?"

"I don't know, but she finally placed her wish on a small pot."

"That's right."

...

I can't stand the silence. Can't stand boredom. The fader spoke up.

"Then...Blessed and favored, the Rune, who has so far been unrivaled, will be the fader warrior who will be on the King of Eldon, It should have the supreme right to enjoy those women.And for a lady pot, how lucky it is to meet such a person?"

"You said ...are you the one who has collected the most runes in the legend, the greatest fader...that is to say, you are not lying to me when you say that you will become king..."

The little lady pot trembled.

Her bottle rests against the fader. The power of runes and blessings overflowed from the sturdy body.

"...That's it, so, you can make me a competent lady's pot with peace of mind. In the past , everything has nothing to do with you as a pot. At this moment You are a pot for people, right? No...It's so petite, maybe it shouldn't be called a pot, but a bottle. No, it's not even a bottle...In my hometown, it should be called Let's make a cup."

"...A cup, right?"

The lady's pot made by the daughter of an unknown noble seemed to be blushing. Faceless, but hot,as if he recognized his own low status but couldn't help himself embarrassed and excited, he clings tightly to the strong body of the faded person.

She opened her bottom.

The girl's lower body is exposed.

The bare buttocks that have not yet grown hair have a pink slit, but this part belongs to the existence of girls from the past, which is extremely vivid. Although there is chaos in the pot that no one knows about, this is the only female utensil without a trace of falsehood, which irrefutably indicates the meaning of the existence of the lady pot.

"Yeah, you're just a cup used to hold the cock of the fader."

"Ah~~~ yes. That's it..."

Along with the intoxicated voice, the lady's cup dripped with sticky love liquid.

The fader took the smaller container, literally placed it on his cock, and pressed it down.

"Yah………………The faded person~~ adults~~~~~ too, great~~"

Since then, the ecstasy has not been interrupted.

It is extremely light and fits just right in the palm of your hand.

Tightly hooping the hard phallus, with the manipulation, the inner flesh wall of the lady's pot seems to be spinning and entangled. The surface of the fader's cock hung on his nerves.

The juice continued to overflow from the inside of the lady's pot, as if it came out of nowhere. Holding the whole lady pot tightly, he violently jerked up and down on his cock.

"You are really... a famous tool for ecstasy."

"This is really a supreme honor for others~~"

"I feel Be happy, now you are a container without any superfluous value, born purely for the great heroic male..."

"Yes...you are right. , Now I am a container that exists to be inserted, to accommodate chickens... Ah, this is really happy, so happy..."

Faded The man spewed out excitedly, and the strong blessing of life impacted on the wall of the smaller pot, filling the small pot.

"...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh "..."

"That's right, you are my semen pot, the fader-sama. Be happy."

Later, the lady pot, the daughter of an unknown nobleman, will never be seen again for a long time. No more talking.

However, when the fadedShe still barks when I put her on my dick and use it as a jet cup.

She will also immediately return to a woman's cavity that is like a girl who has tasted human affairs for the first time and knows the taste of the marrow, and tightly embraces the faded person.

In the end, she will also suck, clean up all the blessings that the fader's cock bursts out, and gracefullyrecover the aftermath like a lady and return to its original state.

It's simply a sex-handling device that is so competent that it can no longer be competent.

But only, she will no longer speak timidly like a noble girl.

The fading person suspects that perhaps too happy fate has completely defeated this lady's pot.

Or, her only remaining memories, thoughts and IQ of her past life were washed away by her own white pulp. And then only the sexual function of being a lady is left.

But no matter what, the fader has harvested a good cup. Until she decides to speak again, the little lady's jug will serve as a cup. Perhaps she is also very satisfied with this fate.

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For the time being, there is a second chapter in the lady pot project. Write if you have time. But it will be a little bit G, because it is about a big pot. Considering the setting of the game, there is a bunch of human flesh in the big pot. And of course.

The next article is naturally to write La Ni