Maou no Hajimekata

It was the four daughters who washed off the dirt from their bodies and then poured their sperm into the wombs of a dozen daughters, waiting for the sapphire and the oul back from the bathroom.

"Master Oulu, I've been expecting you. Please pour plenty of semen into me and let the child conceive again."

It is Patricia, the first princess of Figlia, who pinches her skirt hem like a lady and greets her. Graceful behind that trick, the length of the pinched skirt is terribly short and only covers as far as the middle of the thigh.

Naturally, if I picked it up, I could see the groin area in full view, and even the lashes she wasn't wearing underwear. Between the stockings that cover the thighs and the garter belts that support them, the white thighs and the secrets that drool over the thickness and love liquid are revealed.

The other day, she had just given birth to Oulu's child. She was 17 years old. The modest chest had grown greatly after pregnancy, childbirth and had already become a stunning fruit reminiscent of her mother Olivia. The expression that leaves it unbearable and its large double hills wrap around the critical colored fragrance just on the border between a girl and a woman.

"Oul-sa, well, Lissi's baby bag is empty, so again, a lot of Oul-sa's pussy scrubs and a lot of white inside. No"

It is Patricia's sister and the second princess, Priscilla, who sighs up her skirt next to it as well and shows off her rugged crack. Her skirt is as long as her ankle, unlike Patricia's, but she grabbed the front part with both hands and tucked it up to her chest.

Of course, like my sister, she doesn't wear underwear either. By the time she could see the slick white legs, the rugged, simple crack without a single hairline, and the smooth belly and navel on top of it, she had slammed her skirt up.

She has just given birth to Oulu's child as well, but with little change in its body: although she is 13 and somewhat more fleshy, her breasts and buttocks are lacking in irregularities. But there was a treacherous charm in flushing more than a sister's amount of love liquid from the secret, turning red cheeks and spreading sperm on the oul.

"Master Oulu, please stick that thick, lovely penis in your shallow, nasty female slave's child bag and let the overflowing semen flow."

Pleading next to it is the monk Shall of the White Art. She had already stripped off all her clothes and opened her crotch wide to expose its body before the oul.

Being the White Art, she should be quite old, but she only looks about the same age as Priscilla. Probably consoled himself until Oulu arrived. Her eyes were moist and her cheeks were red and full of exasperation.

The nectar is abundant from its secretary and moisturizes enough to accept an oul even now. I didn't wear anything on my undyed smooth skin and I guess it was a sign of slavery, the only red leather collar I was wearing was creating a lewd atmosphere.

"... if you like, fine. Because I'm your slave too, anyway."

The last one is Wikia, a magician with Charles. She is not the only one who has distracted herself from her gaze and removed her clothes. She has an unplugged look, but it was obvious that she was also having an affliction when she looked at her reddish cheeks and moist eyes.

In the first place, its body is completely drowned in pleasure by the ordination and curse of Oulu, and it begins to seek nature and Oulu. Wikia doesn't even have enough tough mental power to withstand it.

I mean, this was just a pose, and the inside wasn't so much different from the other three.

"It would be good. Then line your ass up there."

When Oulu ordered that, the three of them were happy, Wikia fell on all fours on the bed disguised as a hater and turned her ass to Oulu.

"Oh... Master Oulu has seen it all..."

Shy bored, Patricia shrugged sweetly. Her short skirt cannot hide any important part when in this position. All her secrets and unclean holes were exposed to Oul's eyes when she said she was wearing clothes.

"Ahhh! I'm coming in, I'm coming in... Master Oulu's stiff, it feels good!

Patricia squeaks high to the feeling of being pierced from behind as it is.

"Oulsa. Well, to Lissi, and to Lissi. No."

Next to it a young Priscilla shook her ass and asked for an oul. Where he enjoys a dozen draws inside Patricia, Oulu pokes into Priscilla.

"Ha-ha-ha... Come on... Owl, you're hungry..."

The inside of Priscilla is narrow and tight despite being loose enough. Oul grabs her thin ass and tastes the still immature fruit to the full.

"Master Oulu, please let me... stick that hard, successful penis in your nasty pants. No."

Charles pleaded with a crying expression. I pulled my penis out of Priscilla's, and when I put him inside the shal, he greeted Oul's there hot, tightening his stuff tight as if to say I would never let him go again.

"Ahhh, this, this is what I wanted! Penis, Master Oulu's penis! Kimochi is good......!

Charles raised his voice as if he had gone mad and wanted to wave his hips.

"Master Oulu, I..."

Patricia moistened her eyes and waved her ass when she was put on that enthusiasm. And Oul offended the three of them one after the other, and made them good, and gasped.

"... I don't think so."

One next to it, pompous Wikia squeaks. She was left untouched with one finger, dressed humiliated, ordered by Oulu on all fours.

"You can't, Mr. Wikia. I want you to have a good time with Lachan."

To her like that, Charles, completely melting his expression into his passion, approached him and took her arm.

"That's right. There are so many worms that would be nice to have Master Oulu hold you in that manner."

Patricia restrains the other arm.

"Lissi, give me your legs"

"Yes."

With Azumi's breath on her sister's instructions, Priscilla grabbed both legs of Wikia as she was pierced from behind by Oulu and pulled as much as she wanted. Wikia's knee falls on all fours, and Patricia and Shall twirl around where she's disfigured, pointing Wikia toward Oulu.

And when I grabbed my legs and arms disappointingly again, I forcefully cracked open my legs and showed the contents to Oulu. She wears nothing in her long hem robe and the securely wet secret looks round to the oul.

"Come on, Mr. Wikia. Try to treat Master Oulu properly."

"Oh, even if they say so...... Hia!

Charles rubbed his reluctant Wikia's breasts with much more effort.

"Don't wear underwear. Make this place so spooky, are you still mean? Look, be honest."

"Ya, hey... where do you touch that... ahhh!

Patricia crawls her fingers into Wikia's slit and eats her ears.

"Eh heh... if you're not going to tell me, I'm going to keep getting all this Lissi"

Meanwhile, Priscilla even laughed happily at Oulu's favor.

"… please…"

Pompous, Wikia squeaks.

"I have a smaller voice ~. Look, louder"

Charles whispered as he rubbed her chest to accentuate.

"offend me, please......! Oulu... with his penis... my... ah, there, soak... no..."

Shy dyed his face bright red and his gaze diagonally off, Wikia tucked up her robe all the way and dew it from its secret to her belly. The mark of Oul's possession, painted on its white belly by magic, shines clearly.

"... well, let's give it a break today."

You can ask sluts without shame, like the Shalls, but it's not bad to ask them with shame. Though Oul thought so, when he grabbed her legs without even giving her that idea a bite, he pierced them all at once.

"Ahhhhh!

Her body was so exasperated by the dementia played out in front of her, and the secretary, full of honey, accepted Oulu so well. As it is, in a face-to-face position, Wikia is slammed and swayed from the bottom.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!

Wikia raised her voice whenever she moistened her eyes and stuck her tongue out, shaking her body.

"You want it so inside?

In the words whispered in his blur and ear, Wikia noticed herself oozing with both hands and legs, keeping her groin close as if pressing her pubic bone. Today's oul is not a shape-shape, as usual, but the original flesh. Naturally, if you take the sperm inside, you may become pregnant.

"No, inside, no!

"Then you should just let go of my hand. I'll allow you to leave if you want to."

To Oul's words, Wikia tried to get away from him. But I really can't move my hands and feet.... Her reason was decimated when she understood that her body itself was craving it, not being forced by a curse.

"... please... Huh! Inside... inside, there's a lot of Oul-sama's semen! All of it, please defile!!

"That's good, I said"

Oul stroked her head and when she sucked on her lips she held that ass and poked it at the bottom all at once. Wikia's fish-eyed eyes opened wide, ravaged her mouth, yet she turned her spine, trembling and caressing.

Shalls literally stare at the sight.

As Oul poured plenty of sperm into the back of Wikia and freed her body, Wikia collapsed on the bed with her eyes open. He seemed painstakingly conscious, but he couldn't seem to move one body out of strength.

"Um... Master Oulu"

With such a girlfriend on her ass, Patricia spoke with her thighs and thighs rubbed together.

"If you don't mind... could I have some of your... kissing favors, too..."

Shamelessly she stared at Oulu in the ascendancy.

"And Lissi... Oulu, I want you to be gentle and adorable..."

Priscilla follows it as she hides her mouth with long sleeves and asks from beyond. Seeing the affair with Wikia, the boom of "Shame on you" seems to have arrived.

"Master Oul, I want you to offend me, my mouth, my butt, my manko, and all the holes, not Oul-sama's penis..."

As he drips, Charles says. The boom didn't seem to come to her.

"... fine. I'll wrap it up and deal with them."

Oul held the three of them together, mouthing each other together and licking their tongues. The horny banquet is yet to come.