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Anna came to Roland first, with a gentle smile on her quiet face. She was wearing a witch's outfit according to Roland's previous description, a large pointed round hat with a wide brim that made Anna have to hold the brim with her slender hands to see Roland's face. Her curvy body was wrapped in a black tight-fitting dress with a slit. It can be seen that this dress is based on an ordinary dress with the creativity of Roland's witch costume. A deep opening was dug out on the chest, which could show Anna's white and deep cleavage. If it were one of those witches with insufficient breasts, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to hold it up. Apart from this, there were no other extra decorations on this dress. In addition to the corset, there were only a few dark red ribbons dotted at the slit of the skirt. The biggest role of these dark red ribbons was to emphasize the slender legs exposed from the slit. The slit at the hip made Anna's legs look even longer. Under the thin black stockings, her beautiful feet wearing high-heeled leather boots occasionally appeared from the slit. Anna's hands were also wearing a pair of gauze gloves made of the same material.
In front of Roland, Anna first turned around so that Roland could appreciate her whole body, and then said, "Your Highness, this is the witch's costume you mentioned last time. I specially asked someone to try to make one. How is it? Does it look good?"
Roland didn't expect that what he said casually before was actually remembered by Anna and made. Looking at it this way, Anna really has a bit of the flavor of a witch, but she is just a charming witch.
Roland gently held Anna in his arms, looked down at her, and kissed her forehead. He wanted to say a few more words, but Anna's white breasts attracted his attention.
"Anna, are you... not wearing a bra?" Roland asked with doubt. Before Anna answered, Roland got the answer himself.
He gently inserted his fingers into the opening, hooked them left and right, and touched Anna's nipples. Then he hooked them up, and the bright red nipples jumped out of the clothes. It turned out that the opening of the chest of this witch costume was directly opened to the edge of the areola. It could not be covered with a slight movement. Roland's action just now had made Anna's nipples react. When Roland pulled up the clothes to cover the nipples, the firm nipples had already pushed the clothes out of two small bulges.
Anna did not intend to blame Roland, but stepped back and left the position to other sisters.
Next was Nightingale. She had been waiting for a long time and couldn't wait to show Roland her dress!
Roland looked at Nightingale, who was wrapped in a cloak. This cloak was even bigger than the one they had worn when they first met. The only thing that was exposed on Nightingale's body was her pretty face under the hood. She had obviously put on makeup, but her makeup was obviously heavier today. Her lipstick was brighter, and she had black eyeliner and eyeshadow on her eyes. This kind of makeup usually doesn't appear on ordinary people's faces. Anna just put on a light makeup to highlight her beauty. In Roland's memory, Nightingale's makeup was more often used by prostitutes in taverns, that is, as we all know, prostitutes.
As Nightingale walked forward slowly, the sound of crisp bells kept ringing. Roland, who had seen Echo's outfit, was a little curious. Did Nightingale also wear that outfit?
Nightingale walked in front of Roland with a wicked smile, and then suddenly opened her cloak, letting Roland know that his guess was completely wrong!
Because Nightingale's delicate body in the cloak was not wearing any clothes at all!
No, it's not quite right to say that she didn't wear any clothes. Nightingale did wear clothes. She wore a pair of suspender stockings. From her black leather high heels to the middle of her thighs, they were all covered by black stockings. Then two black ribbons, one in front and one in the back, pulled the stockings to prevent them from falling off, and finally connected them to the lace ribbon at the waist. In addition, the bell sound Roland heard before was also explained. Two small metal bells were tied to the top of Nightingale's two towering peaks with silk threads, just above her nipples, and made a "ding-dong" sound as she walked.
Nightingale opened her hands, her feet one in front of the other, and generously showed her beautiful figure in front of Roland, so that he could appreciate it.
Even without the shaping of clothes, Nightingale's pair of plump breasts were still firm, and her nipples were held high like this. As her body swayed gently, her breasts gently collided and rolled, showing her elasticity.
The waist, which had been fully trained and looked slender and stylish, was glowing with candlelight. Roland could see the faint outline of the abdominal muscles on her lower abdomen, and the feeling of that powerful waist twisting on his body was still unforgettable.
The slender waist goes down through an exaggerated arc, and the wide hips represent the plump buttocks. When it comes to the round thighs, due to Nightingale's movements, the legs are slightly overlapped, forming a small inverted triangle area between them. Under the pubic mound with sparse golden pubic hair, the two delicate lips are squeezed together, with a little splash, as if crying why no one comes to patronize?
Nightingale smiled at Roland staring at her body, and then handed over a paintbrush at the right time.
"Your Highness, I think I am still missing a little decoration. Would you like to help me add it?"
Roland looked at Nightingale. Isn't that snow-white skin the best canvas? But, does Nightingale really want to do this? Instead of just accommodating herself?
Sensing Roland's hesitation, Nightingale tiptoed and whispered in Roland's ear: "Your Highness, don't cherish me. I am willing to be your loyal dog and willing to accept all your orders. Please write your feelings on me."
Roland knew that Lightning was a slut, but when he heard her say in public that she would kiss other warriors, he still felt it was extremely lewd, and asked, "Then our little Lightning only kisses the warriors?"
Lightning turned her body upwards and rode on Roland's neck. Her soft thighs gently touched Roland's cheek, and Roland raised his hands to catch Lightning's small feet wrapped in black silk and played with them carefully.
"Of course not, Lightning will also offer her pussy to the warriors!" Lightning was giggling because Roland was rubbing her feet, and then said more and more lewd words.
"This is the rule of the Fjord. Women can kiss warriors and also offer their pussies. Your Highness is the best, so I gave my first kiss to Your Highness and my first time with my pussies to you. But there are so many warriors today. Shouldn't I give them the same treatment? Don't you think so, Your Highness?"
Lightning's teasing voice came from above his head. Roland couldn't help but open his mouth and bite Lightning's leg through the stockings, then slapped Lightning's little ass and knocked her down, because if he let Lightning continue to talk like this, Roland felt that he might really throw her into the First Army and let those strong men who had nowhere to vent fuck this little bitch to death!
Lightning also flew away along with Roland's force, closed his mouth very self-awarely, and came behind Wendy and pushed her in front of Roland.
"Okay, okay, Sister Wendy, let His Highness take a good look!"
Wendy folded her hands in front of her belly and lowered her head, but this posture made her biggest breasts among the crowd burst out from between her arms.
After comparing with the previous women, Wendy's dress seemed extremely conservative.
It was an authentic nun's dress from the wrist to the instep, without a single bit of skin exposed. Except that Wendy's overly proud chest held the nun's dress high, there was no erotic element to be found.
Roland was wondering, and Wendy turned around with a red face, and the mystery of this dress was completely revealed in front of Roland.
Wendy's waist-length hair was scattered, and in the gaps was snow-white skin!
Wendy's nun's dress was completely empty behind!
From the shoulders down to the pair of plump buttocks, everything was exposed!
Roland couldn't help but put his hand into Wendy's exposed buttocks. Without any cloth, he touched her anus directly. Wendy didn't even wear underwear!
"Your Highness, didn't you say that you like women who are dignified in front of others and lewd behind others? Do you like me like this?"
What is this? Dignified in front of others, lewd behind others! This is clearly lewd in front of others, and even more lewd behind others!
Roland roared crazily in his heart, but he also realized one thing, that is, the witches really remembered the words he said intentionally or unintentionally, sincerely or bragging. He really forgot when he said these words to them, but they remembered them firmly in their hearts and were willing to do what he wanted. Is this love?
Roland couldn't help but kiss Wendy, and then responded: "Thank you, I like it very much."
Wendy then lowered her head and retreated to Nightingale's side, not looking at Nightingale's resentful eyes that said "You little bitch are actually trying to win favor."
The next witch who came forward was unexpectedly Scroll. A mature beauty with a red face was indeed very attractive, not to mention that this beauty was wearing a woolen knitted garment that fitted her body, and the hem of the knitted garment only covered the tip of her hips. Her lower body was only wearing thick black pantyhose. The black mark on her lower abdomen that could not be covered by the hem was even more attractive. The soft pubic hair was tightly pressed by the densely stitched stockings, and only one or two stubbornly drilled out from the gap.
Roland suddenly remembered that the majority of witches seemed to be hairless white tigers. In this way, Nightingale and Scroll, the two witches with golden and black pubic hair respectively, were considered rare.
Scroll's home-style dress really amazed Roland. This witch in her forties could no longer see any traces of time. Even the slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were created to highlight her mature charm. There was no trace of underwear on her curvy figure under the close-fitting knitted clothes, and her upright breasts had not sagged at all due to the passage of time. The curves of her lower body tightly wrapped in black pantyhose were even more attractive, and her plump buttocks even stretched the fine stitches of the stockings, and a few strands of flesh color could be faintly seen.
"You are much more attractive to men than those little girls. I almost couldn't help it. However, sooner or later, men and women have to face the issue of love, right? It is also a good thing for them to experience the joy of sex as soon as possible. Look at Lightning and Nanawa, aren't they doing well now? Anna, Nightingale, Wendy and others can also improve themselves while enjoying themselves. All they need to pay is the small worldly concept that restricts you."
"Hu... Your Highness..." Scroll's breathing became a little heavy because of the toy with his lower body. "I'm afraid they can't accept it all at once. Next time... Next time... Your Highness, can you help them to lose their virginity yourself? Their first time should not be taken away by those unknown men..."
Hearing that Scroll hoped that he would help Lily, Hummingbird, Mi Yue to lose their virginity, what about Scroll himself? She didn't dodge when he played with her lower body like this. It seems that she has tacitly accepted the established fact that all witches need to join his harem.
Roland, feeling happy, took back his mischievous hand. He was not the protagonist tonight. As for Scroll, he would have to enjoy himself in two days.
Roland turned his eyes to the last three witches.
Echo was still dressed as a desert dancer this time, but different from the previous look, this time Echo changed into another set of clothes, a copper ring on her slender neck, a two-finger-wide transparent white gauze wrapped around the copper ring, and divided into two sections to cover the dark nipples and areolas on the upright breasts, but the white gauze could not cover anything, it could only add a bit of interest.
The white gauze went down, passed through the two small copper rings in front and behind Echo, fixed it, and finally passed around the crotch, connecting the two copper rings together. However, like the upper body, the translucent white gauze did not provide any shielding effect. Under the cover of the white gauze, only the traces of the concave of Echo's tightly closed honey crack could be seen. The smooth and hairless vulva was white and tender, and the brown skin seemed to be smeared with sesame oil, reflecting a delicate luster under the firelight.
The end of the white gauze was hanging between Echo's slender and powerful legs. This time, Echo also wore stockings woven with white silk threads like fishnets for the first time. This was naturally Roland's masterpiece. Compared with the ordinary stockings that were more detailed and needed to be purchased from the royal capital, this kind of restored fishnet stockings was easier to make.
The snow-white silk thread slightly pierced into the brown skin, and the strong contrast in color formed a strange beauty. Roland thought that perhaps future generations would give him the name of an artist. Of course, the possibility of a tyrant who indulged in wine and women should be greater.
Noticing that His Royal Highness was looking at her, Echo took the initiative to shake her body, letting the two plump breasts collide with each other.
"I think Iron Axe would also be happy to share his wife with his comrades, although they don't know that we are going to be married..."
Echo's words were a little reproachful. She was still reluctant to marry Iron Axe for the so-called legal right to intervene, but Iron Axe's huge cock was indeed hard for her to resist, not to mention that this was His Royal Highness's request. In this case, it would be better to do it more thoroughly.
Roland listened to Echo's rebellious words, and his heart became more and more happy. It seemed that the witches were slowly accepting their nature