Maou no Hajimekata

"It's a murderous room."

Oul, in the end, expressed that sentiment. The deepest part of the ice castle, the top of the spire, the queen's room. It was a simple room, unlike a woman's room. There are few other simple beds that can be called conditioning.

At best, it was just a crate for clothing, and I didn't have the color or the temperament to do it, it was just a crate. Even an oul that hates excessive decoration, weighing its practicality, has something a little more colorful in its own room.

"Fair enough. For now, take it off."

When Oul ordered that, Xana silently took off her clothes. The dazzling white skin is exposed, and a beautiful, untied limb is exposed to the eye of the oul. But the thick collar around his neck ruins its harmonious beauty like a living work of art.

I still have a bad taste, Oul said, solitary in his heart.

"Lick it."

As Oul sat down on the bed and took himself out, Zana knelt before him as she was commanded, containing a lump of meat in her mouth. It was softly drooping and it swelled up hard and big as I looked in Zana's mouth.

"Hmm."

From Zana's throat, the noise leaked small. That was closer to just a reflex the compressed throat gave out than a voice...

"Mm-hmm! Oh, you're making it too big, aren't you stupid!?

Even more unbearable to the growing mass of meat at last, Xana let go of her mouth and shouted.

"Don't let the slaves answer. Just keep going."

"If you're a slave, why don't you seal your soul!

What is worn on Zana's neck is the collar of obedience used by Uselmart. But from then on, the ability to seal souls and make them say things unconditionally had already been cut off.

"I don't go down. I'm not into doll games. All I'm interested in is a biological woman who's willing."

As he answered, Oul grabbed Zana's head and pressed his bulging roots against her face.

"It's only by subjugating the rebellious woman and turning her into a thing that it makes sense."

"… is a very noble hobby"

Told her to throw it away, Zana opened her mouth again and cheeked Oul's penis.

"... you suck, you"

"I'm sorry, I've never done this before!

When she squeals unintentionally at the wickedness of that too much procedure, Zana yells her lips off again. Speaking of which, we had a few exchanges, but it was the first time I had let him talk to me, and Oul reconsidered.

"Then I'll show you how to do it. Firstly, grip tightly with your hands instead of being able to fall into the dark clouds. It's ten years early to go crazy with your lips alone, etc. Handle with your hands and use your tongue and mouth auxiliarily."

Xana gives an unsatisfactory look, yet grabs Oulu's delicacy with both hands according to out-of-the-box honesty. It just feels good to have a limp soft palm accompanied by a hot chunk of meat.

"Get your tongue out and lick it from the root to the tip. Don't stop moving your hands."

As I was told, Xana loosens her tongue to crawl from root to tip as she handles Oulu's meat spear with her hands.

"Um... Next, geese neck. Well, lick it around the stairs."

Zana's tongue creases through the meat mass, and her purple crystal-like beautiful hair shakes saggily as she follows the movement. Oul skipped further instructions as he stroked it half unconsciously.

"Nice... try the same with the tip next time. Oh...... not bad"

Ham, and tortoise head in his mouth, Zana's tongue stimulates Lerolero and Goose Neck in his mouth. He's just not used to it, and he doesn't remember things badly. Zana quickly grabbed the hang of it and smiled a lot.

"This is the place, okay...?

"Mm..."

Oul accidentally leaks his voice to Zana, who sucks his back muscles.

"Sound, is it okay to stand? Hmm... like this?

Zana puts the delicacy in and out of her mouth, making a nasty noise with the wazoo cuddle. There was an unspeakable gap when she opened her mouth wide and licked a grotesque chunk of meat to see.

"With your mouth, sucking ahead... with your hands, handle it hard"

Xanah can put her hand into the words of Oul, who has only marginally run out of room, as she was told.

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

The sensation of ejaculation creaks up from Oulu's waist on Zana's hand, which can be handled with a small breath leak.

"I'll get it out...... Huh!

Without going against it, Oul declared as he grabbed Zana's head with both hands.

"Nbu......!

"Hands, don't stop...!

Zana's hand, which stops at the cloudy fluid pouring into her mouth, moves again by Oul's command. Zana handled it to squeeze it further as she was intermittently infused with sperm twice, three times.

"Gu, uh... gu... ha..."

Even after Oulu spits out the semen and exhales roughly, Xana continues to handle his meat spear without stopping, sucking it cum like sucking out a child in the urethra.

It also sucked out to the last drop, and then she stayed sucked on the meat stick and said, "Done?" But when I asked him, he looked up at Oulu.

"Oh. You can let go now."

When Oul tells him so, Xana drinks up the semen accumulated in her mouth as she carefully removes her mouth to stroke the meat spear with her lips.

"... not good"

And with a grand look on his face, he put out his tongue and maligned himself.

"What is this, so bad? It stinks, it's soggy, and it's tangled in my throat. Water, water."

And when I took the water out of the water as I panicked, I washed my mouth and spit it out, and then poured in a new glass of water, ni, three cups.

"... you don't have to swallow anything, you can spit it out"

"What? Say that first! You drank it!

As Oul said, Zana hoisted her eyebrows and yelled.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, I'd be happier. Look, it's your turn next. Sit in bed, open your legs."

Ignoring the look on Zana's face, Oul shrugs his jaw and shows the bed.

"... this... sounds dumb."

"Never mind. No one's watching."

Oul crawled his fingers into Zana's secret office, which opened his legs as he complained but was told.

"You're not wet."

"I didn't do anything, so you have to get wet."

"Soon, you'll get wet just because you're shaving mine"

"It can't be... so... eh. I'm not a pervert."

Xana throws up, even as she reacts her body to Oul's fingertips, which caress her slowly.

"I will. You are already my slave. I'll let you taste my stuff and tame it until it does."

"... pervert"

The utmost angry voice color is small, but it seems to disappear.

"To this extent, you're called a pervert. See what happens next."

Oul said in a mean voice, mouth to Zana's secrets.

"What, hey... wait! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"Don't wait."

The same goes for not trying to be a man, such as the force of an arm that holds his head down. Ignoring Zana's resistance, Oul lets her tongue tip penetrate into her vaginal mouth, flat and slit from bottom to top, gently sucking the pubic nucleus with her lips.

"No, eyes... so, eh..."

Each time Zana trembles and reacts sensitively to her body, but the force of her arm showing refusal did not appear to fall out.

"What's wrong with that? You would have licked mine, too."

"Because... I'm already... your slave, what is it?"

With a voice color that began to moisturize, Xana answers.

"If you tell me to... anything, I will. But it's not the position of a slave to be..."

Again, there. Oul shrugged in his heart, adding to Zana's disorientation. A finger then enters the vagina where the love fluid is secreted and fluffy. Shortly after I got to know him, I layered my skin just twice.

But Oul knew better than Zana herself the body of a woman who was more deeply connected with her soul than her flesh.

"Huh!

If you squeeze the fingers you put inside and hold down the vaginal wall, a high voice leaks out of Zana's mouth like you've never even heard of her.

"Damn... Ko...! Ahh! No... ahh!

The pleasure that Oulu's fingers bring is as if to have him scratch an itchy, itchy, irresistible spot. No matter how much I try to contain it, my wheeze pokes out my throat. Zana was blamed between her wide open legs, blocking her mouth with both hands as she tided her face bright red.

"You want me to blame you and shake it?

Oulu whispers low as he caresses Zana's vagina to make a nasty noise and spin the twisting fluid.

"Gu...... Ugh......!

Xana holding her mouth with her own hands and moaning. But the Demon King takes a slight difference in response.

"I guess you want to be blamed and punished"

When Oul releases his lips from her secret, he slowly holds her in his arms as he drops his mouth on her belly, on her umbilicus, and on her chest.

"Talk to me. I'm the only one in this room, and I'm not gonna make it sound like a leak."

From a gesture that gives you unbearable pleasure, to something that just gently makes your body expensive. That's what Oul ordered, changing the quality of his caress.

"I tell you... to trust me...?

Doubtful, confusing Zana's gaze.

"No way."

With that in mind, Oul clasped his shoulders.

"I'm only ordering slaves. I told you I'd do anything if you told me to, didn't I?

Zana lost her strength from her shoulder when she told him so without a bad feeling.

"... you're really not a man."

"Assuming he's a demon king."

Xana sighs one sigh at him, who answers evil with a breeze that blows anywhere.

"I... if it's true, I didn't need it in this country."

And I started talking pompous.

"A small, poor ice country, covered in white snow everywhere. The only thing that bestows grace on this country is the princess who dwells the power of the sun in her body. Because of that gift, our family was revered as kings."

It was a different form of politics than Oulu knew. It is neither politics, nor knowledge, nor power, but the power of the individual to rule the country. Oulu was impressed with how some such countries might be, although it would be something they could do because they were small countries.

"But I didn't have that talent at all. No matter how hard I learned, Igalk, the sun god, would never lend me that power. I don't deserve to be king in the first place."

"Is that common?

To Oulu's inquiry, Zana shook her neck to the side.

"No - I looked into it, but there was no one else in history. Or so my father did not do iniquity.... because my eyes and hair were two melons to my mother."

"The power and the power of God dwell only in women?

"Yeah. You said witch, right? Only a woman can be a witch. So the king of this land has been queen for generations."

Listening to Zana, Oul strokes his jaw when he fumes. But without saying anything, I encouraged it to continue.

"And... unlike me, Eve... my sister had the talent of a proper yang witch. its power to be the salvation of this country... I am"

Bite your lips.

"Let me lose it, I lost it"

Xana felt like spitting blood, so she revealed.

"I'm the one who... invited Uselmart to this country, and the sun was lost from Himro... and the False King is going to rule. I don't deserve that, a fake king. I... am the usurper."

Oul's hand had already stopped. Zana drops her gaze on the sheet as she is held in his arms and continues with a voice that is about to disappear.

"So... it's only natural that I give Eve the throne. Because she's the rightful queen."

"You're not."

But Oul trumpeted the word with Sparrow.

"If that's true, you don't even have to bother hitting the play. Simply give up the throne. But you didn't, and you had every reason to do it on purpose."

Xana hardens herself and turns Oulu. "Stop," his voice leaked out of its lips low, but Oul continued, fine.

"You must be jealous of your sister. My sister has everything she wants. I was jealous and jealous... and I couldn't forgive myself for thinking so, so I tried to destroy him. Stupid thing."

"What do you know about me...!

Zana's eyes burn in anger, stabbing and piercing the oul. But the demon king did not seem to have moved, and he answered.

"I get it. You can't get what you want, you betray what you love, and you're betrayed at the same time. Even to abandon yourself and do something stupid... well, I remember"

To some bitter Oulu word, Zana suddenly remembered it. That was the second time I slept with Oul. I had forgotten it as soon as I woke up, but I remember it getting into her depths.

I guess it was because we were still connected with each other in our souls then. As Oulu dreamed of Zana's past betrayed by Uselmart and living in that revenge, Zana was also peeking at him for half his life.

A lifetime until you are betrayed by your beloved master and at the same time betrayed, self-inflicted, and created a dungeon in search of strength. That was an old memory for him more than half a century ago, but the wound had been transcribed into Zana's chest without weathering.

Unconsciously, enough to seal that memory.

But for one thing, there's a big difference between me and you.

As Oulu pats his fingers, the door to the room opens.

- You can still take it back.

A girl with brown skin and a face very similar to Zana's.

Yeldave's appearance was there.