Maou no Hajimekata

"This way, Master Oulu."

Celes drew my hand, and it was behind the woods above the outer shell of the heavenly dungeon that guided me.

Where the White Arts live, it's a place that has nothing to do with negative aspects such as forest darkness and horror.

From the leaves of sparsely grown trees there is zero sunlight, and a refreshing breeze blows through the gaps in the periphery.

And the branches shall be sung by birds, and the little beasts shall not go, and the little fish shall shine the scales in the spiral of the stream.

What an idyllic and peaceful sight it is to unintentionally appease the visitor -

And it was like a beautiful flower of roses hiding sharp thorns.

No matter how promising and bright the prospects are, it is not possible for humans first and foremost to see through the existence of an art hidden in the trees. If the dungeon is the realm of Oulu, it can be said that the forest is their realm.

I don't even think Ceres would betray and harm Oulu now, but that couldn't be a reason to be alarmed.

"Well, I've been following you this far. It's time to tell me what you want."

"You're a rascal. I've been looking forward to your day."

That being said, there is no other way to shut up as an owl.

"Don't worry, we'll be there soon... see, if we get out of here"

Soft Celeste's palms gently pull Oul's hand and continue through the woods. And when the princess of the fairy of the forest walked, the trees turned aside, and even the grasshoppers fell down, and went in the midst of the temple, and the body of Oul had not touched one leaf of the tree.

"This way."

"... ho"

Oul accidentally leaked his breath of admiration at the sight that abruptly opened his sight and spread there.

A flower garden on one side of the woods.

The colorful flowers bloom as if they were competing, and then colour the earth without disturbing the harmony of the whole is so beautiful that even an oul, such as a flower, feels uninterested.

"How about that? Dear Owl."

"... um"

Ask Ceres confidently, Oul once again looks around at the sight.

"You're a cruel woman."

I grinned lightly and said so in a mean tone.

"What... why?

Confused by unexpected reactions, Ceres inquires.

"Flowers are only loved. Beautiful would be the only thing to be praised."

"Yes."

That's not just a one-sided assessment from people.

Flowers bloom beautifully to attract insects and leave offspring behind.

"Sure, this flower garden is beautiful - but it's also not as beautiful as being introduced to something more beautiful."

"Well."

Soon after realizing that he was praised farther away for being more beautiful than the flowers, Ceres put his hand on his cheek.

"In an exotic land, did they learn how to dictate women, Master Oulu?

"Until I told you the facts as I saw them."

Oul-like, sarcastic, clumsy compliment.

White Art, which is beautiful at birth. Ceres, who was a gleaming presence among them, has always been praised in the words of Oulu and in such streamlined words as those of Oulu.

But there was no other word that would raise my chest so much.

"So... if that word isn't a compliment, will you let me be good at it?

"I don't even need to be told"

As Ceres reaches out her arms softly, Oulu takes that hand and hugs it, lifting her shaped jaw with her fingers as she turns her arm around her hips.

As she lay down her eyelids softly and upwards accordingly, Oul mouthed her poor lips.

Be gentle and merciful at first. Tilt your face, change the angle twice and three degrees. The kissing gradually gets deep and feverish, and when it overlaps for the fifth time, the two stretch their tongues from either side and tangle.

Enjoying a soft lip and tongue feel, Oul slightly opened his body and reached for Ceres' chest.

"Huh..."

Even touching that plentiful breast, Ceres only slightly leaked her exhale, which she did not dislike. As his hips hold her all broken, Oul plugs his hand through the gap in his clothes to taste its flesh directly.

Its sucking skin feels smoother than silk, so soft that it seems to wander off your fingertips when you touch it. When he was obsessed and devoured, the slender or Cerez's fingertips gently stroked Oulu's stiff and tenacious.

As he inserts his tongue deeply to meet it, he picks up a hard, pointed bud at his fingertips and rubs his soft milk to pinch it up with his entire palm. Celes then slips his hand to make sure Oul's meat spear is shaped from above his clothes, rubbing the bag at its root with his fingertips and caressing it again with his palms to the tip.

"Dear Oulu..."

If he let go of his lips all the time, he called Oul's name with his wet eyes, and begged him. Apparently, she was the one who wasn't comfortable with it.

As Oul released her arm from Ceres' waist, she slipped away like a butterfly and let the dress gleam like a feather.

"Please, have mercy..."

The beautiful princess of White Art crawls on all fours in the flower garden and rolls up her skirt. From smooth legs to thin, beautiful thighs to white, round buttocks like works of art, the petals in the center creaking like invitations were exposed in front of Oulu's eyes.

"Oh. Let's go."

Without a no or a response, Oul pokes himself into a wet secret hole when he takes himself out.

"Ahhh...!

As soon as I did, I raised Ceres' whisper so that it could be sucked into the sky.

Above the flower gardens made in the woods, the blue sky spreads without being blocked by the leaves of the trees.

The figure of Ceres, illuminated by the light of the sun that plunged from it, seemed to shine, and there was nothing, such as a coma, but slutty everywhere.

"Master Oulu's oh, this! I've been waiting for you forever!

Every time he gets poked, he drips his love liquid, and Ceres sounds happy.

"What is this?

Hitting Ceres' body like a beast, Oul asked in a mean voice, eagling his two hills with his hands.

"Master Oul's, oh... penis, it's... ahhh! This way, in the back, it's a mess... all the time, ahhh, it's more, it's more!

"Tell me what you want me to do."

Sweetly biting her long ears, Oul commands.

"Master Oulu's, ooh! Hard, fat, successful, ahhh...! Oh, penis! So, uh... Celeste's, I don't know, ooh! Lots, lots, don't abuse me. Ah!

Ceres reaches his peak as he declares to scream. In her vagina as she tightened her cucumber, Oulu threw out her sperm but poked further.

"Oh, no! Oh, no! Ra, Ra, Ra!

Assembled to press against the ground, she was forced to rip open her constricting vaginal mouth and poured a seed into the back, and Ceres shouted with her undisturbed tongue. In a dog-like humiliating posture, the feeling of being conquered by a man over everything. But it was sweet everywhere.

Because the love of the White Art is the dedication of everything to what you love.

"Ah...... Master Oulu. It was very nice......"

And to Ceres, everything about herself doesn't mean only her body.

"Enjoy the next one with these kids."

Her words, another four white arves, appeared.

What is it all about Ceres, who is the length, is this forest itself. And the Arves who live there are in that category.

I don't force my men to, but if they wanted it, it wasn't jealousy for Ceres, it was a joy to be able to devote more to Oulu.

"We have prepared the first product."

To Ceres' words, the White Arts shyly lift up their skirts.

The secret of not knowing the man, but seeing and expecting the mating of the Ouls, was soaking wet at all.

"... bad, but no. I've decided to dedicate this day to Ceres."

If Oulu squeals his fingers properly, a black shadow stands up to the White Aalves with a wolf-like speed.

It's the Black Art that I brought in as an escort. In the forests ruled by the Arves, things that are not the Arves and so on are only a clump of feet. That's why I was a candidate.

Though I had no idea it would be used for this purpose.

"Dear Owl...... Thank you. I'm so glad you feel that way, Ceres."

Celeste can't help but hold Oulu's arm.

"But I want you to be happy. And."

To her cue, the Black Arts turn to Oulu.

"That's how they feel again."

"I'm sorry, Lord. Let me just betray you this time."

Ellen, the head of the Black Art, said so in a flamboyant manner.

"Not at all, you fool"

As he told her, Oul held Ceres in one arm and Ellen in the other.

It was easy to force them to hear the true name, but if that's what you want, then don't worry. Because it's a promise that I'll do whatever I can to make it happen.

"It's nice to love a circle, but the flowers still have to be colorful, don't they?

"I stopped, didn't I? This guy's in trouble with his compulsion in strange places."

"It's not convincing to say I stopped it, but the chief himself is in it."

"Yeah, don't fight in this situation"

With each of the two breasts in his hands, Oul blocked Ceres' mouth with his lips and then silenced Ellen.

We're not fighting, Master Oulu.

"So do more, Lord..."

Then the two stare at Oulu, letting their thick eyes wander in love.

"Neither do we"

"Please be kind."

Together in black and white, ten arves surround the oul, and one of them, the white arv, protrudes his hips toward the oul.

If we let Tsupuri dive into the tip, there was certainly untouched evidence there.

"Is that good?

"Yes."

White Aalv nodded at Oulu's inquiry.

"Our love, please accept"

Say it and Ceres speaks to Oulu.

Behind that, among the trees, we could see the Arves, who no longer even remembered the concealed form.

I don't even know how many people are hiding, and I can't even peek at Oulu, who isn't Art.

- It's going to be a long day.

Oul was so alone as he first tasted the feeling of breaking the purity of the first.