Ruvera And Prince Elves

Chapters 113. The Story of Yara Alejandro 20

The events of Yara's body being taken over by Ginda often occur. And only Ale knew, even Yara did not know but started to suspect.

In fact, he often flew in Ale's room. Like at the moment. And even worse than this morning. Yara who was wearing Ale clothes.

"Why am I wearing this?" Yara stood before Ale. He was wearing a transparent white Ale shirt.

"Where's my clothes?" Ever since he concluded that he had symptoms of sleepwalking, and went to Ale's room, he had doubled up on his nightgown.

But it turned out to be useless as Gilda always swapped her clothes to be sexier and walked over to Ale.

"Hmn" Ale just shrugged his shoulders. Where the man claimed that Gilda only wore a towel last night when approaching her room.

"Where did you put my clothes!" Yara approached, standing with her hands on her waist. Challenging Ale.

"You want to tease me, huh" Ale approached and pulled Yara's waist. Yara's small body jerked into Ale's confinement.

With a flutter the woman pushed the larger body away from her. Of course it won't.

"Deliver!" Keto.

"You were begging me, when I ate your bait why did you rebel!" Temptation Ale.

"You fish! Who is meng—"

Ale's lips stuck to Yara's lips. Yara fell silent. He's surprised. His eyes widened as Ale began to invade the woman's mouth.

Before long Ale could feel Yara's hand clenching her embrace on the man's back. Yara washed. And Ale enjoyed their favor.

Last night Gilda always teased him using Yara's body. Panic of course. But he quickly rendered the temptress Black Elf unconscious.

"Hhhh! Hhh! Hhh!"

Their breath was cut off. With his fingers Ale rubbed under Yara's swollen lips. Her face flushed.

"Sweet" whispered Ale in front of Yara's lips. Yara turned away and let her gaze. She blushed. Before long he pushed Ale hard. The man let go of Yara who immediately ran out of Ale's room.

Yara went into her room. Close the door and lock it. The woman stood behind the door.

He squeezed his clothes, his chest tightened. Remembering their lips. Back his chest was beating wildly.

"What a fool am I doing this!"

"Stupid! Yara!" He was typing hard on his head. He was angry at himself who was easily swept away by the man.

After all he had locked his room, what he saw on the padlock lined up neatly on the edge of the door had been broken.

Yara put her head on the door. "You forgot what that guy said! You don't deserve him!" Yara cursed herself. Silent radiance was seen on Yara's eyes.

***

"My wife, we meet again" said the figure in the darkness. Yara was in a forest full of bamboo trees. Dimpled atmosphere.

Yara wore a long white outfit with a large hat with a long transparent white veil.

He stood among the towering bamboo trees. His feet began to move forward. He was curious about the figure in front of him.

Yara's hand stalling. Step slowly with the call of the black figure. 

"Dear baby"

One step Yara took.

"I miss us"

Yara swung back her steps. He also felt a deep desire. Yara had tried to go faster but her legs did not comply.

Blashy!

The puff of black smoke in front of her showed a smile as a little more Yara's hand reached out to the gnarled hand.

Blashy!

The hand with the black puff figure disappeared. Yara's hand only grabbed the air.

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

Yara gnashing.

"Ale?" Yara. The man's face was right in front of him.

"How long are you gonna keep sitting on my lap?"

"Huh?"

Ale's eyes looked down. Yara followed down. And he saw himself sitting on Ale's lap. Face out. He quickly jumped down.

But over time sitting makes his legs cramp. Yara closed her eyes. The unbalanced Yara fell. Doesn't hurt he thought.

A loud thud also a subtle groan was heard. When he wanted to stand up, he pressed something that was clay but not as hard as the floor. Yara looked back at Ale below her.

Yara fell on Ale's body. "You're really a great angler" Ale said. Hearing that Yara's face flushed and pouted.

He tried to stand up but his cramped legs were very difficult to move. And nudge what should not be nudged.

"Gro!" Ale's screeches startled Yara and Yara again nudged Ale's sacred object.

"Sorry! Pardon me! Sorry!" Yara's eyebrows were at sea, her face panicked.

"ARGHH!" Quickly Yara threw herself aside. So did Ale who rolled himself slanted. Clamping the sacred object that twitches pain.

Yara squirms next to Ale in pain.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry"

"It hurts?" 

"Which pain?"

Ale glanced over at the nyalang. The woman next to him just wanted to see something he had hurt. The panicked Yara grew more stupid. He wanted to stroke her but Ale quickly shook her hand.

He looked at the wrath.

"You're so curious about my body" Ale said.

Yara clenched her eyes, consciousness slammed into her. He raised his hands high.

"I'm not bermak—"

"I just found out you're this easy type!"

Ale sat himself down slowly then stood up, The man's words were like a shower of ice on Yara.

Anger runs away from Yara. Wordlessly back Yara swung her leg kicking Ale's shin.

"AW! AW!" Ale's back choking. Pain in the sacred place alone still hurts, this plus the shin. Ale rolled back on the floor.

"YARAAAA!" Shouted the man. When Yar came out of her room.

"Felt!" Yara Glean.  

Tbc.