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"Nightingale, help me call Soraya over." Roland clapped his hands. Nightingale appeared briefly, nodded slightly, and disappeared again.
Roland did not plan to attack these new witches together, but to defeat them one by one. Huiyin was the slut who climbed into bed with him. Apart from them, Lily, Mi Yue and Hummingbird were too young and had never been in contact with men. But it was easy. He could just let them accept the behavior of other witches and let things take their course. As for Scroll, who had been with Anna, he only had one step left to go. As for Leaf, her ability was destined to require great magical power. Compared with other witches, she needed to absorb semen to increase her magical power. The only one left was Soraya, a 19-year-old girl.
After a while, Soraya walked into the room with a stack of papers.
"How is it, have you sisters finished your paintings?" Roland smiled at Soraya. This little witch was the main force of the "Playboy" he was going to make next. Anna, Nightingale and others were deliberately showing their bodies and all kinds of coquettish postures to Soraya. Although they said that they were for His Royal Highness to see, Soraya had enough knowledge about sex under the influence of her, and would not just shrink and hide like the hummingbirds.
"Your Highness, it's all here... Please take a look..."
Soraya held the stack of drawing paper in her arms against her chest, and stuttered under Roland's teasing eyes.
Soraya looked at the prince who was comforting her at this time, and made up her mind in her heart. She closed her eyes and waited for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, Soraya had already made up her mind. "Dengdengdeng" strode forward and gently sat on Roland's thigh in his surprised eyes.
"Your Highness... You are too cunning... Sister Scroll is right, you are a cunning hunter, always throwing out bait that people can't refuse, and people are hooked unknowingly..."
Soraya boldly leaned into Roland's arms, but this move also exhausted all her courage. She dared to shrink her head, leaving Roland with a red and crystal clear earlobe. Roland felt the touch of the shy witch's tender buttocks in his arms, and gently hugged Soraya's slender waist, and Soraya trembled slightly, but did not resist.
"So that's how Scroll sees me. But I'm sincere to witches, even though they're witches."
"I know. That's why Sister Nightingale is willing to be with you. Although your Highness is a little... uh... perverted... uh... a little different from ordinary people... but you're still the most suitable for witches..."
Soraya wanted to say that Roland was perverted, but after thinking about it, she changed her words. After all, he was the prince.
However, Roland laughed and stroked Soraya's thigh, which was also wrapped in black stockings, with his right hand.
"It doesn't matter. In a sense, I'm a pervert. I won't be angry."
Soraya wanted to dodge at first, but she was already sitting in Roland's arms. Where could she hide? She could only use her small hands to grab Roland's dirty hands to prevent him from going deeper. Roland was not in a hurry. He just used his palms to carefully feel the touch of the stockings and the pleasure of teasing Soraya.
"Just now you have been talking about Nightingale, what about you? What do you think?"
"I...I...I like your Highness very much...Your Highness took us in, allowing us to eat such good food, live in such a good house, and walk outside openly without worrying about being caught and killed...Ah! Your Highness, don't..." Soraya screamed.
It turned out that Roland broke through the defense while Soraya was talking, and stretched his hand directly between Soraya's legs.
The warm stockings wrapped around the tender flesh between her legs, tightly clamping Roland's fingers. Soraya's tightly clamped thighs made Roland's big hands feel the touch of the delicate thigh meat in all directions. Roland's fingers couldn't help but fiddle with the soft flesh between Soraya's legs, and Soraya was already unable to resist. The whole person collapsed in Roland's arms and kept exhaling fragrance.
"So Soraya, you know I'm a bit perverted, but you're willing to come to my arms like this? You know I love all witches, okay?"
Roland teased Soraya and whispered in her ear.
"Woo... Your Highness... Your Highness, don't bully me like this... As long as I can be with my sisters... As long as it's with Your Highness... I don't hate it..." Soraya said softly.
For her, meeting Your Highness and living such a life is already a dream life, and it's His Highness the Prince, just like a fairy tale for a girl. Even if His Highness the Prince doesn't put his heart on one person, it's just as it should be.
Witches are supposed to support each other, and it doesn't matter if they serve one person together. Roland looked at the beauty in his arms. The fingers playing between her crotch had pushed the stockings into the wet flesh hole. As she kept stirring, Soraya's pussy was already leaking out of her pussy juice. Her thighs were not as resistant as before, but slightly opened, as if she hoped Roland could go deeper.
The owner of the next drawing paper was naturally Nightingale. Soraya's brush recorded Nightingale's beautiful posture facing the sun. Her golden curly hair sparkled with the sun's light, and the bright smile on her pretty face was even more dazzling than the sun!
However, in the next drawing, with the same posture and expression, and also in the sun, Nightingale's witch costume had disappeared. Her fair skin had a bit of holiness under the sun. The bright red nipples on her plump breasts stood tall, showing her beauty. Between her slightly parted legs, the sparse golden pubic hair could not cover her pink vagina. Roland asked Soraya to bring the drawing paper closer. A closer look revealed that there were already a few drops of vaginal fluid on the vagina. Roland's eyes were fixed on the drawing paper, and his thumb had already been firmly inserted into Soraya's hole.
Roland looked at Soraya and decided to add fuel to the fire, so he patted his thigh.
"Come on, let's take a look together."
Soraya's face flushed instantly. Roland's meaning was very clear, he wanted her to sit on his thigh. Although Soraya was mentally prepared, Roland's directness still made it difficult for her to adapt.
Roland looked at Soraya's tangled expression, deliberately sighed and said: "Alas, Soraya, if you don't want to, then forget it..."
"Your Highness...Your Highness, I...I...I..."
Looking at Soraya's stumbling way of speaking, Roland wondered if he was too hasty?
"Okay, okay, it's okay, didn't I say it before? No matter what, everything is based on your will. I won't force you. Don't you think Nightingale Anna and the others are the same?"
"Then you have to be prepared. If you want to stay by my side, I will assign you many tasks." Roland knew that Soraya was already in love, and began to pursue her. Soraya buried her little head in Roland's chest. How could she not know what Roland wanted her to do next? Recently, when preparing the pictorials that Roland needed, Soraya had seen many lewd scenes in Anna, Nightingale and others.
At first, Soraya thought, "How can a witch be so lewd?"
But after looking at them one by one, Soraya found that her body was slowly heating up. Even if she was not careful, various scenes with herself as the protagonist often appeared in her mind.
At this time, Soraya really realized what the "nature of a witch" was, which also led to Soraya's determination to throw herself into Roland's arms. After a long time, Roland heard a soft "hmm" from the little head buried in his chest. Roland picked up Soraya and gently kissed the corners of her eyes, then her freckled cheeks, and finally her two pink lips. Soraya closed her eyes and let Roland take her saliva in her mouth. Her legs were completely spread apart, allowing Roland to touch her lower body more comfortably.
Roland played with her body for a while and then stopped, because there was another important thing to do, which was to review Soraya's work. Taking out the drawing paper from Soraya's arms, Roland held Soraya and slowly admired it.