My Knights of the Round Table

The man's slightly disappointed voice sounded.

"Hi, I like it." Percival's eyes were full of fascination, but the breath of the third person allowed her to maintain her last sanity, and she begged for mercy in a low voice, "My sister is still here, it's the first time for me, can I go back to Kamei?" Luo, wait until the two of you do it again?"

"I want you two together."

"She, she doesn't understand anything yet, I'll teach her well when I get back, okay?"

Arthur paused.

"elder sister?"

Lan Malloc's puzzled and curious voice continued to sound.

It seems to understand something, but it doesn't understand.

Lan Maloch, who is much more open than her sister in terms of dress and personality, discovers unexpected innocence for the first time.

If it were Gawain's younger sister or Lancelot's younger sister, with their character and knowledge, they probably would have rushed over impatiently.

"It's okay, I can teach."

The man's voice was like the murmur of a demon from hell, and she gradually lost the ability to resist.

His big hands kept moving around her body.

The sound of clothes falling was heard again.

The trousers have been taken off, and the whole body is exposed in front of the man without a trace of cover, and the two hands are more unscrupulously exploring.

Parcival's mind became completely confused.

She hugged the man's waist tightly, leaned against his chest, raised her head and opened her mouth with difficulty.

The ruddy lips trembled unceasingly.

The last line of defense completely collapsed under the man's skillful technique.

The younger sister's breathing intensified the consumption of reason, and she even thought of the scene where His Majesty made her sister see her ashamed in a prank for a while, and the final string broke instantly.

Completely giving up, showing a self-defeating expression, his red lips parted in confusion, and he murmured: "Your Majesty, I want it."

Hearing the woman's words of agreement, Arthur pressed her against the pillar behind her and gave her a hard push.

"what!"

The girl's painful cry resounded in the darkness.

"elder sister?!"

Lan Maloch shouted nervously.

"I am fine."

The young woman comforted her younger sister's worries with her painful and joyful voice.

Such a voice made Lanmaloch even more flustered.

She listened as calmly as possible for a while.

The soft moan of the woman who was weeping but tried hard to suppress resounded in the dark palace.

Lanmaloch listened suspiciously to the incomprehensible voice.

sister's voice.

"elder sister?"

This time there was no response.

The woman seems to have broken down.

The slightly increased pain and pleasure groaned non-stop.

Ranmallock yelled nervously in a low voice.

"Your Majesty? What did you do to my sister?"

"punish."

A man's voice sounded in the darkness.

The man's voice almost overlapped with his sister's joyful crying and sounded at the same position.

The angry girl didn't notice anything unusual.

Hearing the man's answer, Lan Malok stared angrily at the place where the voice came from.

"Let go of my sister! Just come at me if there is anything!"

"You want to be punished too?"

"I don't want to be punished! Hurry up and let my sister go. If you want to get angry, just go at me alone. I'm the only one who makes mistakes. What's the point of punishing my sister?!"

"Your sister wants me to let you go."

The man didn't answer, but asked the woman in his arms with a low smile.

The slightly more rational Lan Maloch was even more puzzled.

Normally, if I dare to speak like this, my sister would have severely stopped me, but today I was still crying strangely.

After thinking about it, she suddenly realized.

It must be that the man's punishment was too severe and painful for her to even be distracted from other things.

Lan Malloc was even more angry.

Thinking of that man marrying a woman they didn't know, and punishing her sister for that woman they didn't know, the anger and grievance in her heart reached the peak.

You must take your sister and leave here, and leave this scumbag!

Having made up her mind, she took a step forward.

He couldn't beat the scumbag himself, so he had to accept the punishment for his sister first, and then secretly took his sister away from him.

She followed her sister's crying and walked in that direction step by step.

The sound of footsteps awakened the sinking girl.

Percival raised his head with a pained and joyful expression on his face, his arms were tightly around the man's neck, his brain was filled with happiness and he was thinking hard.

The man stopped when he heard footsteps.

Her consciousness recovered in an instant, and she hugged the man who pressed herself against the pillar tightly.

"do not go!"

"What did you say?" Arthur smiled and let go of her waist.

Feeling the hands on his waist leave, Percival hugged him even more anxiously, giving up the last bit of dignity.

"Your Majesty, don't go. Please, please continue to punish me."

Holding the man's body tightly with two small hands, he tried his best to move his body and begged in a crying voice.

"But your sister doesn't want me to punish you, and wants to replace you. Look, she has come here."

Arthur enjoyed the young woman's eager movement, and said with a smile without moving.

The footsteps were only a few steps away from the battlefield of the two.

"do not come!"

Parcival anxiously stopped.

"elder sister?"

Lan Malloc couldn't believe his ears.

My sister's painful and almost uncontrollable cries are still ringing in my ears. At this time, my sister is still thinking about herself.

For a moment, her heart was filled with emotion and anger.

"Let go of my sister!"

"Land Malloc!"

The sister's painful cries reached a climax, and accompanied by pleasant screams resounded through the palace.

The woman's moans of pain disappeared into the darkness, replaced by violent gasps that could not dissipate.

"Want to save your sister?"

Parcival half-closed his eyes and leaned lazily in his arms.

Arthur held her and turned and walked to the throne.

Hands gently wiped it, and the water elements gathered on the throne to make it spotless.

The naked woman was placed on top, lying powerlessly on the throne.

The plump softness kept rising and falling with the violent breathing.

The golden eyes were full of bewilderment and love, and the little hand tried hard to lift and hold the man's hand, unwilling to let go.

"Your Majesty, don't...go."

The younger sister's voice was hard to hear, and only the man in front of her was left in her ears and eyes.

The field of vision finally returned to its original appearance.

She didn't even look at the younger sister who was getting further away again, she just stared at him with both hands outstretched to hug him.

At the end, the word 'go' was so loud that it was almost inaudible.

"You bastard! I misread you!"

Lanmaloch stared angrily at the front when he heard his sister's near-faint begging.

Percival regained consciousness from his sister's angry voice, raised his head with difficulty and saw his angry sister in the distance.

The tired brain couldn't think much, but the only solution came to mind.

Looking at Arthur worriedly, suppressing the desire to sleep in his arms, he begged in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, it's time to punish my sister."

"elder sister?"