The Adventures of Magical Princess Makina

The next day.

A few days have passed since I began my search in the library of the Royal Library, London Meln, the capital of the great Britannica.

As for Makina and Tet's day, she repeatedly started sleeping in the inn, headed to the library before the opening, met Elise, the scribe, and saw the friendly sight of Elise giving her beloved wife's lunch box to her husband Wallace, before entering the forbidden library.

Days of searching for traces of 'Gerwes' used by the wizard who destroyed his homeland, the Kingdom of Grandel, while receiving occasional novels and evils like "Don't misplace the book back" and "Just find it and get out" from Ottawa, his ugly husband, who lives in a forbidden library.

But Machina, engraved with Gerwes' horny crest, was an important project involving her own body, while her hands on material search were not as advanced.

(Mr. Ealis......)

All since I witnessed Ottawa and Ealis having intercourse in the forbidden library.

I went out for a lunch break, but I forgot to leave my magic wand, so I went back to pick it up, and I witnessed the affair between the two librarians.

Ellis should have a husband named Wallace who works as a kingdom knight. Why do you do things that betray your husband when you are such a 'couple' that you make your beloved wife lunch every day? And how long has that been a relationship?

"- Princess? What have you done?

"... Ah, yes, no! It's nothing, it's okay, Mr. Tett..."

As I grabbed the book on the bookshelf, Tet saw me blurry and worried me.

When I smiled in the guise of a wind that was nothing, "I still can't let you stay in a dark, damp place for long," he seemed convinced to be Tet.

I can't believe we were thinking about having sex between officials. Serious, pure childhood tame black knights wouldn't even imagine shards.

It is also a mystery that the princess of one country thinks, above all, that outsiders are allergic.

It's cheating, but it's an affair, but it has nothing to do with us being only a one-time librarian. It carries a more important and serious mission than that.

But...

(... Mr. Ellis... seemed so creepy...)

Rich young wife limbs, illuminated by lamps that dimly colored the forbidden library.

Breasts and buttocks with hands on bookshelves and swayed by rear standing (standing back).

Ellis had a loose staff uniform robe lofted up and at the same time peeled off her veil as a 'wife' and had a 'woman' look on her face.

The smell of a female poking her nose and the sweat that produces it, mixed with the smell of moisture and mold.

Ottawa, who split her forehead sticking with sweat on her forehead and seemed to have no lifelong edge for socializing with women and so on, hits her back in a heartbeat. Thick meat bars slightly visible from the junction. An abusive mating that frees up carnal desire, as usual high pressure attitudes remain.

(Um... it's like...)

Every time I recall that sight I witnessed, my chest beat increased, my thoughts slowed, and the surface of my face became hot - my uterus so much that I made stains on my underwear, my horny prints hurt.

That was as close as it felt to remembering the first sex I had seen in my life.

The day Grandell disappeared, she reminded me of the fact that her mother, the queen, had been offended by a stranger.

All I knew was my face as a mother. Instinct-stripping 'mating', burned in the eyes of the princess, who, on the contrary, neglected to socialize men and women.

The vivid memories of all the people being turned into crystals just after that were also combined. Seeing the rough 'magumi' of men and women, I couldn't really contain the emotional exorbitance.

"Huh...!

But as I shake it off, I shake my head left and right and concentrate on the literature in front of me.

You can't stay like this. I thought many times. I've made up my mind many times. And many times I've been flushed by losing my horny prints.

That's why I've been so adventurous. Do something about Gerwes' horny print magic to unlock it and regain the kingdom.

The clue is nearby. Somewhere in this forbidden library. That's why he said it's not if he's turning his attention to the affairs of others or his sexual desires...

"- You're looking for 'Gerwes', aren't you?

"... Huh!?

Unexpectedly. I inadvertently raise my voice to the uncomfortable voice whispered in my ear and I'm about to drop the book.

But he stays in the inches and turns to Ottawa, who was approaching him at some point. You can't just block the physiological aversion that runs through your spine in the guise of tranquillity, but in its appearance and dumb voice.

"Duh, how could you..."

"You were talking about this before. It's fun for both of us. Besides, from the book genre you guys looked into, it's usually something you know. I know you're a fool for a monkey."

Why plug in words that degrade others one way or another?

No, I haven't made this degree of bad character a special issue. I don't think it's offensive that we were able to find out what we were looking for later.

Ever since I was in the Royal Palace, I've seen a lot of bad guys and unclean people, even after I became an adult factional struggle, plot, or adventurer.

That's why I don't look down on Ottawa as a clean aristocrat. But when you're confronted in front of me like this, it's hard to get through the body odor of a stab in the nose.

"Yes, we do look for the magic of Gerwes..."

Like fermented dairy products, or rotten fruits. Machina still continues the conversation as a reciprocal person, baffled by the uncleanness of Ottawa, who lives in a forbidden library.

Ordinary people would avoid engaging with people like Ottawa, regardless of their purpose. Because even Tet doesn't hide his disgust.

"If it's magic, I know it?

"Huh......!?

But did you do your job for not refusing because you are a sexually evil and uncomfortable person? In unexpected words, Makina's eyes shine.

Forgetting about his body odor and all, he tried to get Tet to fish the literature away.

"Oops. It's early to rejoice."

But at that moment. Ottawa's hand on the fat swells like a pancake. The palm of his obese body is pressed against his mouth. The softness of the hand sweat and the smell of dirt stuck in my nails made my stomach fluids stick up my throat for a moment.

"Huh......!?

"There are only two books in this forbidden library that describe Gerwes. One is the book you guys found. But that only says' touch '. But the other book contains more detailed information."

"Well then...!

If you read the book, the core, you can see the truth. It's information I don't even wish for. For Makina, the ugly figure in front of her also seemed like a wise man who would lead her in the dark.

- But the keeper of the forbidden library, even if he was an expert, was not a 'good man'.

"But the book is only" Prohibited Books, "and it's rigorously magical" Keys. "... Well, you look like a wizard too, so you can disarm it... About 10 years? I disarmed it in five years."

"Oh no...!

Sometimes some magic books are protected from being read by malicious others about the research. Some of them have security to attack those who forcibly disarm or force them to read books, and such books are certified as' forbidden books'.

"Over the course of five years, Koch managed to unseal the situation that he could be magically cursed to death. It was read without any difficulty by the D-level Hebo Adventurer."

"But we need that information...!

Makina pleads. We've had a hard time adventuring this far.

But Ottawa's claims are also understandable as manipulators of magic. At the risk of sacrificing my time, I guess I finally opened the ban. A creature called man is not well enough to offer it in any way in return. That's what I've been taught in my previous adventures.

"... then come on..."

"Well...?

Ottawa's eyesight changes. At that moment, I perceive everything. You don't have to be put into words to understand.

I've had these experiences many times. And I've sworn I won't do it again. But many times they send a favorable gaze, and at the end of the day they get so messed up that they wave their own hips. There were many occasions when I became captivated by carnal desire.

For some time now, I could have expected Ottawa to say it. That's what men are like.

But I'm sure this is the last time. No, I'll do it last.

Instead of being offered a book with details of Gerwes, I offer myself a body as a woman.

And rely on the book to unravel the horny marks and say goodbye to these slutty days forever.

Last one today. That's it. Starting tomorrow, I can regain my loyalty as a clean white princess like before.

So...

"... Well Koch, come on. I don't want that annoying brunette swordsman interrupting me.... is that good?

"……………………………………"

That's how Machina walked toward the back where Ottawa held her shoulder and Ottawa was a living space.

There was no bookshelf at the bottom of the forbidden library, instead a thin mattress laid on the wall and a blanket that hadn't been washed in days constituted a fountain bed.

leftover food, undressed clothes, and yellow scraps and towels rolling in masturbation.

Whether it was a library or a regular room, it was the same place where I had the impression of being 'one of the dirty men'.

in the heart of that dirty place. The magical princess Makina, wrapped in the smell of sweat, rot and dry semen, let the scent of a noble woman stand in, while also releasing the smell of an exasperated female.

"Holla, lick it. Pinch it with big milk for that waste. Come on. About this much, before breakfast, right? You're as good as a man. Your face, your body, your woman, you look evil."

It throws me off so spicy as I look down.

Which one of them is Makina or Ottawa who is really bad at receiving women? That would give everyone a unanimous answer, but now they don't have the right to give a spoken answer.

There is no one to blame for calling the princess of the Kingdom of Grandell 'you', even though you don't know it. Tet is near the entrance and exit of the forbidden library and eagerly reads and fishes his books. Once he concentrates, he becomes oblivious to the murmurs around him inside.

Above all, it wouldn't be something I could accept as a Grandell knight in the end, such as getting information in exchange for 'acts'. I might leave it to my anger to slash Ottawa and throw it away.

But then the information to Gerwes is just far away. I just need to be patient for a little while.

"... Yes..."

Whatever your status, it's on this side that your position is overwhelmingly below. Without Ottawa's knowledge, I can't know where the book is or open a page.

That's why I have to follow the instructions. Stand on your knees on Ottawa's fountain floor and put your hands on the Deandre costume.

Breastfeeding and deep valleys where everyone is sucked in sight if they peek in from above. I usually only show the top half.

Expose it all with your own hands now. The princess's breasts touched the outside air, with a sense of dynamism that seemed to hear the pseudo-tone of the clothes that concealed her breasts - "Bubba ♥".

"Ooh...... Shh, that's awesome... What's going to happen if I eat this? One wrong step, you're just fat."

"Huh..."

If you put it on the shelf that it is obese and you appreciate the breast of the complex, blood will go up on your face.

You're supposed to remember shame and slight anger and the humiliation that you can't disobey. Slutty breasts swayed slightly each time she breathed, and the cherry nipples were getting harder, as if they were attracted to a man, as Ottawa put it.

"You're younger than Ellis, you busty milk... Oi, just pinch it."

While rumbling, it seems unbearable. Ottawa puts up her magician-like uniform robe and exposes her lower body.

Blood has already been collected throughout the body, turning the corpus cavernosum (penis) into a sharp, thick spear. Overall, however, the pubic hair is thick and hairs grow on the rods, ballbags and entire thighs, and do not let the smell escape by intertwining the flowing sweat of Ottawa.

The smell makes me wrinkle between my eyebrows while I'm in a horny activated state. I felt that if I were a normal girl, I would vomit crying.

"And if you'll excuse me..."

But he said he had a purpose. I can't escape to this extent - I wrapped a thick meat stick in two soft meat hills, with that excuse, while I did get my hip wet.

"Oh, whoa... Yes, that's good...... Damn, this slut......"

"Yes, slut, it's not...... eh"

With that objection, he collects breast fat with both hands from around the base, irritating the munchkin to the cock to be buried.

He gives relief while slightly moving his body back and forth, but more than that, he waves back to see if Ottawa is unconscious.

Smooth skin, big tits as soft as marshmallows and superb sponges.

There is a moist sweat on the epidermis of the princess's big pie, which I feel has recently grown a little older again, and it mixes with the endurance juice (cowper) to become a slutty lotion.

"Ha, ha, ha...! I knew it wasn't a fucking bitch, you looked scurvy and clear......!

"Ah... ♥"

I no longer care about the stench of Ottawa or anything else already, and as my excitement grows, I am just distracted by the aroma of dark male hormones.

Then he was pushed down to the fountain floor as it was and horseback ridden with heavy weight.

And Ottawa reaches out and grabs her big tits. I've been waving my hips as hard as sex, rubbing it rampantly and picking my nipples.

"Ah ♥ eh ♥ intense...... eh ♥ do ♥"

"Shut up......! Don't talk to me! Ha, ha. Hey, lick it. Lick and be mellow."

A long meat stick jumps out of the valley and touches a small jaw or lip every time the piston.

Looking up at Ottawa, he appealed the next instruction with his bloody running eyes from the gap in his long forehead.

I stared back at it with my moist eyes and agreed - stretching a small, pink soft tongue with a sweet saliva tangled together.

"Nh... ♥ Nh... ♥ Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...."

"Ooh, ooh"

Pussy Rifera crawls her tongue on her popping turtle head as she pinches a meat stick with her chest.

It not only smelled but tasted terrible. I've worn the genitals of several men before, and there were times when I had trouble eating in the middle of an adventure. Still, it definitely tasted like the worst thing I've ever spoken in my life.

Ottawa, however, does not stop hipping back and forth. He presses his turtle head against his lips to beg for "more" as he reshapes his breasts all he wants with his fingers, palms and penis.

And besides, my tongue responds to sluts.

"Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Ah, hah... Huh! Come... ♥"

Every time you kiss the turtle head with soft lips. At the tip of the tongue, at the crack of the tortoise head, every time you crawl your tongue with tyrosis at the bell mouth. The drizzling juice of the first run overflows, causing me to nebulize the inside.

You're supposed to be laid up by an ugly, fat man, rubbing your chest abusively, and offending your mouth with a pussy.

"Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew"

I was excited about this situation and recognized myself in a calm part of the corner of my heart being sick of the smell and taste. It's supposed to be an act that I couldn't help but start being threatened. I'm supposed to be a service I don't like doing.

But the noise of that thought is also immediately repainted all pink by the horny crest.

"Ottawa's dick, it's soggy and bitter... ♥ ♥ ooh ♥ ooh ♥ my tongue is going crazy ♥ ♥ ooh ooh ♥ smelly ♥ my nose is going to bend ♥ hooooh ♥ beiro ♥ ooh ♥ my cheesy dick too, I'll have it ♥"

It's a ghetto thing, and you can definitely say it's unpleasant. Just a little more, just one more bite and like a delicacy that carries my hand.

Pinch your cock with a wiggly oppa as you wet your underwear gently. I suck it on its tip and taste it with a sense of pride.

The whole tortoise head and the mature solid semen with a biscuit crevice on the back of the cali neck. It all stretches its tongue and carries it to its mouth, tasting it like a fine dish.

"Shit, what the fuck......! Bello out of yourself, Yoga Riya...! d perverted......!

As for Ottawa, he intended to intimidate an adventurer woman with little sexual experience and offend all forbidden books as bait.

Even Elise opened her crotch for her husband Wallace. I got Ellis' slutty flesh in exchange for nourishing medicines and dishes that boost my strength and vigour, and forbidden books that it listed.

As a result, Ellis practiced special ingredients and cooking methods for her daily lunches. And the effect soon appeared, and Wallace, who was not supposed to be strong enough to emerge as a knight, now took dozens of his men to a position where he could alert (patrol) the king's capital.

"Damn......!

But neither Elise, nor Makina in front of us. I thought I'd be offended reluctantly and cry out - which may have been the case at first - but now I'm disturbed looking happily for a meat stick from myself.

That really makes me feel like I'm being ridiculed. For Ottawa, who had no ties to women since she was a student, she had not been able to maximize her sense of dominance and desire for approval.

"Huh, Gu...... Huh!? ♥"

Ottawa then forces him to serve even more intensely in order to teach him his position.

Covered by a princess who laid her on her back, she crawls on all fours.

Straight above the makina are Ottawa meat bars and pubic haired hips. Vertical, straight. One meat spear is pointing a tip at his mouth.

I wondered what I would do, but I knew the answer right away. Got it. The meat stick in front of him is swung down, breaking into the mouth that was open and piercing it all the way down to the back of his throat.

"Nwwwww ♥ ♥ ♥"

Even if I want to whisper, I can only be a crooked voice because of the thick, stinky horny stick that rules my throat into a giddy.

Of course that wasn't the end of it, Ottawa started swinging her hips up and down hard as she crawled on all fours. As if to decide a woman's vagina at a speed not at all the same as when she had sex.

"Huh ♥ Nguh ♥ ooh ♥ ooh ♥ ooh ♥ ooh ♥ ooh ♥ ooh ♥"

Rhythmically slapped on the face, male stinking hips.

Stuck in a blanket and a man's hips, he can't even breathe in his movements.

"Ha, ha, ah. Ahhh!

Still Ottawa doesn't stop the piston. Rather sooner, rather than at the earliest level of service, it mates deeply with the princess's throat cock, as if she were to stand on the floor and use a fixed sex treatment tool (onaho).

Freedom is only from the neck down. He slaps his hips so hard that he wonders if his little face will break, and every time his body jumps freaked out like a fish caught up.

Breast implants, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, nipples to the ceiling as if to mate with Ottawa's suction, spraying love liquid out of her vagina as she spreads her legs like a natural and flip-open leg.

throat manko mating that cannot be completely dominated and resisted.

Grabbing Ottawa's hips with both hands so as to clasp, but the lower back movement only increases speed.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!

Dubu ♥ Dubu ♥ Bubuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ♥ ♥ ♥

Small, beautiful, neat face crushed with sweat, dirt and pubic hair mixed hips.

At the back of his throat, Ugly Man's desire is freed and dyed with yellowish cloudiness through his esophagus to his stomach.

"Oh, so, he's out... eh. Whoa, whoa..."

"Oooh ♥ ooh...... ooh ♥ ♥"

Zero semen from the edge of the mouth, while the smell of refluxed salmon is likely to drive your sense of smell crazy. Still, to the fierce blame, the horny prints were exuberantly joyful.

Wet so wet that the underwear did not play its original role in the evidence, the tidal acme body craved further sluts.