Maou no Hajimekata

"If you care about my breasts, Master Oulu. How about this?

Mio says so. Unstringing the chest of the clothes he was wearing exposes its rich fruit.

With an unexpected mass compared to a simple face, it was oppressed by the edge of the garment to give a special emphasis to its deep valley.

"Excuse me. Come on."

When Mio took out the delicacy of the oul sitting on the edge of the bed with a slightly less palpable hand, he pinched it all over the valley.

"Dear Boulder Oulu, you're very old."

But then the red and black meat spear could not reach Mio's chest, and its tip jumped out of the edge.

"I don't think you're very good, but I'll try."

That's what Mio said, and Amu began to shake his chest with both hands and rub the stem of Oul's flesh as he included the tip in his mouth.

As she herself put it, it was an awkward move.

Not to mention spinas with extra skill in extraneous lils and practices, which would be technically inferior to Eunice, who can't be so good at serving with his mouth, or even Marie, who is still young.

That's because she was always hiding in the shadows of the other women.

In other words, serving with your mouth is like singling out Oulu's.

If you think back carefully, I hardly ever had it mio.

"Let's... Hikaru"

"Oh. Not bad"

Nonetheless, that is a genuine word, not a rhetoric.

Mio licks and shakes Oul's more enthusiastically when he laughs with only his eyes.

The diligence was more to satisfy the Oulu man than the raw and half skill.

If he caresses his hair, he smiles happily with his eyes, and if he reaches for his chest, he positions himself for easy touching, pressing his hand over Oulu's palm.

I had the reassurance that you would accept whatever you did.

"Mio, try pointing your ass this way"

"Uh... here's the thing?

When Oul knocks his back over the bed and says, Mio lets go of his mouth and crawls beside him on all fours.

"No, cross me."

"Now if you'll excuse me... I'm kind of embarrassed about this... hiccup"

As he was told, Mio crossed the oul and raised his voice high. Because Oul suddenly eagled that ass with both hands.

"Sorry, buttocks, it's big, isn't it? I..."

But even so, Mio apologized in embarrassment, as opposed to being angry.

"No, this isn't bad"

Oulu slowly rolls up his skirt as he slips his hand on Mio's thigh as he rubs it as he says.

"If you didn't mean to, you're in a lot of a mood."

The white cloth that appeared beneath it was a beautiful one with fine embroidery, not unlike the Mio atmosphere. Its distinctive shine and slippery hand are definitely silk. Though one of the Demon King's side rooms, it will not be the kind to wear from time to time.

"Me too, when I go to the room of someone I like, I put in a little bit of a temper."

"Bad. You said something mean."

Apologize to Mio for pointing his lips like a obstinate, and Oul puts his finger on the edge of his underwear.

"I'm not sneaky to take off what I've got in the corner..."

"No... because it's what I've been wearing to get you to do so"

Mio's secret cleft was exposed in front of Oulu's eyes as he slipped a soft cloth through his shy rubbed thighs.

"Uh, continue, you will..."

You got embarrassed, Mio tried to bury his face on Oul's hips when he stretched his neck, and then crawled his tongue on his penis.

Oul stretches his tongue to the center of Mio, as if to mimic it too.

"Huh... ha, uh..."

If you lick the thick dripping honey and insert your tongue as you stroke the already hard, pointy secret nucleus, the sweet exhalation of the leaking mio strokes the meat spear of the oul. In doing so, Oul slips his palms on Mio's healthy thighs and enjoys plenty of butt meat softness.

"Dear Owl, it's easy to touch..."

"I'm doing something nasty. Naturally."

"That's right, dude... ahhh..."

Whenever Oulu's fingers moaned Mio's flesh, her body honestly responded to it and shivered tingly.

"Focus, I can't, and... and...!

"And?"

"Come here, you're going to want it..."

Mio opens his petal with his other hand to show as he freshly handles Oul's meat spear with one hand. When the overflowing honey passed through her thighs, she fell to Oulu's cheek.

"Let's be good. I'll give you what you want."

"Uh... today, can I try to get up there?

Mio made such a suggestion when Oulu tried to put her together in a direct plea for Mio.

"That's unusual. I don't care."

It's an oul that I prefer to attack from myself, one way or another, but it's not enough to detain them if they want to.

"Thank you. I'm sorry that I'm tired of you resting in the corner..."

While that's good, Mio changes his posture so that it crosses Oulu's waist.

"I'll go, right..."

And as he lifted his tip to his center as he laid his hand on Oul's chest plate, he lowered his hips slowly weighing in.

"Huh, huh..."

The repetitive delicacies of the oul are as hard as iron, and it is as if the flesh of the foetus is choosen by simply placing it in the vagina. But it's so pleasant to be paralyzed, that even if I close my lips all the time, my sweet voice leaks out of Mio's mouth.

"I'm in..."

Mio grinned relieved as he managed to put a meat chunk of violent size into his roots.

"You move."

Besides, Mio starts to move his hips in an unfamiliar motion. At first, slowly, his hips were repeated swallowing as if to confirm each other's shape, but gradually the movement became large and smooth, and his voice gradually began to leak out.

"Uh-huh... uh-uh, uh-uh..."

Oul shrugs in his heart as he rolls over himself and looks up at Mio waving his hips, I see this isn't bad.

Whenever Mio rocks his hips back and forth so as to rub up his comfortable spot, the three loosely knitted knitting jumps like the tail of a pony. And it was quite an eye-pleasing sight to have breasts as rich as if they were linked to it.

Oul accidentally eagles with both his hands its fruit, trembling with a throbbing yun.

Mio just threw an embarrassing grin at Oulu without saying anything, slightly rebelling his chest but moving his hips all at once.

Pull your hips as if you were handling a meat spear with a vaginal mouth that tightens cucumbers. Push your crotch around as if you were rubbing each other's pubic bones into the roots and pull your hips again.

Sweat transmitted Mio's cheeks, bright red and tidy, pounding from his chin to Oulu's chest.

As she moves, Oul tries to stick his finger up on those two hills and looks at Mio's diligent expression as he enjoys full softness. Whenever his gaze was exchanged, Mio gave a soldering grin, and his body reacted sensitively and trembled. Every time we meet, we reach it lightly.

When Oul woke up his upper body, he gently ate the hard, pointed tip of his soft breast as he turned his arm around Mio's back across his waist. Slightly sweaty skin tastes slightly salty, and Oulu sucks Mio's chest all over her.

"If you smoke so much, you won't get milk."

Chuckling and laughing, Mio joked and said that.

"Shall we make him leave?

When Oul asks, Mio speaks up.

It is no coincidence that there are no sons but Eunice and the Royal Figurine, keeping all these women surrounded.

If you're a magician like Oulu, it's not that hard to make you give birth or not.

"You want to have my baby?

Mio doesn't answer, he just stops the hips from moving. But as if to ignore his will, Mio's vaginal mouth tightened Oulu's penis hard and hard.

"You can see I'm greedy here."

"No, Master Oulu..."

When Oulu slowly poked Mio up, Mio said the first word of denial he'd ever done that didn't even show him how reluctant he was.

For a king, too much inheritance comes under turmoil. That's the same thing as the Demon King.

So he has made a boy with Eunice, the righteous queen, and continues to give birth to only a daughter who cannot be inherited from the Figrian royal family, which was the covenant in the first place.

Even she understood that if Mio became a child there, it would be as much a problem for the state as it would be for politics.

"You say you don't like it?

Oul deliberately and willfully asks Mio that, but she doesn't answer.

"Ugh... no, no..."

Pointing his hips in a hurry, Mio shook his head and replied so.

"If you say you don't like it, you can leave. I don't blame you for doing that."

Oul's arm is already off Mio's back, and only the connected genitals are in contact with each other.

If Mio cared about it, it would have been an easy situation to get away from the top of the oul.

But Mio doesn't leave Oulu, he just keeps getting pounded irresistibly.

"Master Oulu, please...... such, play"

"It's not a play. You think you can get pregnant."

As Oul said, Mio's vaginal mouth tightened his male roots all the time.

"My power... maybe it won't be passed down to the child, will it?

"I don't want the power of the demon king of beasts"

Oulu's eyes, which even look deep into his soul, peek into Mio's eyes.

Same as then, Mio thought.

"I'm Mio. I want a woman named you."

When Mio's soul fell into Oulu's hands.

"No, it's..."

Mio says, Oul's stiff, strained meat spear pierces her center.

"No, no, no, no."

The violent flesh of a man offends and defiles the soft secrets of Mio, who waves his head as he sifts.

"No, but no..."

But it was all something Mio himself was doing.

The fine dust also crosses the immobile oul, wrapped around its shoulder, and I can't stop waving my hips hard.

That vaginal mouth is gentle. Drop who, wet the meat spear, and tighten the bowl with the sperm.

Behind the vagina, the uterus slammed against the tip of the male root like a bowling mouthpiece, and Mio was seeding all over his body.

"I'll get it out."

To Oulu's short proclamation, Mio squeezes his power.

That was amazing willpower. Even though her body and spirit were drowning in the pleasure of interacting with Oulu, she nonetheless resisted it. The desire to avoid only bothering Oulu moves her legs and leans back.

At that moment, Oul spoke to Mio. As soon as she does, her body falls apart from her whole body, shaking, accepting Oul's meat spear to the back.

Pushing his tip against the joyfully trembling uterine entrance, Oul relentlessly poured the seed into Mio's womb. Mio is convinced that he is now exactly being fed a child by a hot pulse as if he could be slapped deep inside him.

The joy of being conquered by his beloved man flooded his chest, and he could no longer think of anything and Mio just accepted what Oulu gave him. Both the semen poured into her vagina and the saliva exchanged from her lips are supreme sweeteners for her today.

Surrounded by a sense of well-being, Mio let go of consciousness.

Are you awake?

If you notice, Mio was just getting his head on Oulu's knee and his hair was being stroked.

"Oul, dear......"

Calling his name, Mio strokes his lower abdomen without a thread.

"Ooh! No, I hope not!

Feeling the power of a definite being there, Mio shouted unexpectedly.

"You know what I mean? I don't use a curse, not necessarily."

"I'm making it, I'm pregnant! Oh, Lord Oulu."

Angry with the boulder, Mio slapped Oul's chest with his fist pompous.

Even so, it's enough power for a kitten to get screwed.

"I'm happy for you."

Hugging her like that made Mio quiet right away.

"Yes...... I, too, am very, very happy"

Keep your head on Oulu's chest and Mio snaps happily.

"But I have a terrible headache when I think about the rest of this."

"When a child is born, you will not be involved in politics"

Hold Mio's shoulder holding his head, Oulu said.

Though I thought Mio was irresponsible for that word, which also seemed to be capable of weather.

"I don't care what you do."

Remember who they were in the words that follow.

If I told him I would do it, Oulu would definitely do it.

"So don't worry, have a healthy child."

"... no"

Mio nodded with a bright smile, hugging Oulu's arm all the time.