However, this time Neil was not reconciled to just watching.
His white legs, which were somewhat weak from too much ejaculation, stood up.
He then walked in front of the beast-eared half-elf Winnie.
The groaning Winnie gave a coquettish cry and then, very cooperatively, took Neil’s half-erect silkworm into her red, tender mouth.
With his delicate glans being sucked by her warm, moist little mouth, Neil’s legs went soft and he nearly could not stand steady.
After managed with great difficulty to steady himself, the flesh rod, under Winnie’s superb technique, once again became fully erect.
That fish-like, wet, and hot little tongue wrapped around the glans, licking every single corner.
Just this alone gave Neil, who had already shot twice, another inkling of release.
However, Winnie’s technique did not just stop there.
Her red little mouth opened to its maximum, her smooth tongue-moss padded beneath the flesh rod, and then her entire little head thrust forward, directly taking Neil’s entire flesh rod all the way into her mouth.
Her red lips even came into contact with his plump, small, jade-like testicles.
“Ah!” Although Neil’s flesh rod was not very long, the glans still broke into her wet, hot, and incomparably tight throat.
The flesh walls from all directions seemed to squeeze and pinch the delicate glans without a moment’s pause, and deep within her throat, there was even a suction force continuously sucking at his urethra.
Neil could not help but groan out loud, and his palms also held onto Winnie’s petite head that grew fox ears.
“Mmh…
oomph…
hiss…” The flesh rod, white as jade and covered in translucent saliva, kept deeply penetrating into the depths of Winnie’s little mouth.
However, arriving along with the astonishing pleasure was wave after wave of the urge to release.
After enduring the continuously strengthening urge and thrusting dozens of times, Neil finally could no longer hold it in, deeply penetrating into Winnie’s throat and letting it pour out in a single rush.
“Cough…
cough…
cough-cough!”
After the rapidly softening silkworm withdrew from Winnie’s red lips, Winnie immediately began to cough gently.
After all, Neil had shot directly into her throat.
While coughing, she rolled her eyes at Neil.
With one hand supporting herself on the ground and the other hand covering her lips, she then tilted her snow-white jade neck up, and her throat moved up and down.
Obviously, she swallowed Neil’s essence.
After finishing this movement, Winnie, with a flushed little face, looked at Neil and opened her little mouth.
Her flexible, red, tender little tongue twisted like a snake, and she also flirtatiously licked her red lips.
Inside, not a single trace of essence could be seen.
Seeing Winnie’s such coquettish state, Neil’s saliva-covered silkworm even twitched a bit, but after the third ejaculation, the silkworm could only have the mind but not the strength.
However, Winnie was not idle either, because the half-elf behind her, as if to compete with Neil, suddenly accelerated the speed of thrusting.
Consequently, Winnie, whose bedroom eyes were full of spring, began to groan again.
Neil came back to his senses and gently massaged his own somewhat swollen, round, jade-like testicles; this time, his desires finally dissipated.
Leaving behind the crowd who were still in the middle of copulation, Neil returned to the vine house belonging to himself.
With his tender arms pillowed under his head, Neil, whose state of mind had calmed down, gazed out at the sky full of stars and could not help but begin to ponder.
It had already been a month since he came to this world, and there was completely no gap between him and everyone in the settlement.
But why was it himself?
What exactly was his mission in coming to this world?
Was it to lead his half-elf family members to escape from this cage?
Half-elves were anomalies to the elves, so they were left here to fend for themselves.
But to the humans of the outside world, would half-elves not be anomalies as well?
Although the elves treated them as non-existent and let them fend for themselves, at least they would not make them slaves.
And it was hard to say for humans.
Although compared to the elven slaves passed down from generation to generation by certain grand human nobles, making half-elves into slaves meant their lifespan was only one-third of an elf’s.
Even so, the lifespan of half-elves was as long as five hundred to eight hundred years old.
Furthermore, the male half-elves all highly conformed to Neil’s imagination of elves, each and every one growing up to be incomparably slender and handsome.
In contrast, the true male elves were individually broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, and physically powerful…
Exactly how depraved could humans be?
Neil knew too much about it from his previous life.
Regarding things like human moral integrity, Neil could not harbor any expectations.
It was not Neil boasting, but even among half-elves, he himself was considered exceptionally handsome.
Rather, it could be said he was more beautiful than many beautiful women in his previous life.
What if he were captured and brought home by a psychologically perverted human noble?
The consequences were simply unimaginable…
If the outside world could not be visited, was he to spend his whole life in this forest?
Having managed to travel through time once with great difficulty, Neil was also somewhat unreconciled if he were to content himself with being ordinary.
As if a demon were gently biting his heart, he had never been to that Ancient Tree of Life that blotted out the sky like a plain of heaven, and he was also completely unable to understand the miraculous world where humans and various races coexisted.
This was just like a modern person traveling through time to the future twenty-second century into the last primitive tribe in Africa.
Knowing clearly that the outside world was a future full of sci-fi atmosphere that only existed in imagination, could they still contentedly stay in the primitive tribe, living a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood?