The Adventures of Magical Princess Makina

Alca Trust, the world's leading prison in London, the capital of the Kingdom of Britannica.

An iron wall fortress that houses hundreds of villains and has never allowed one escape in the past.

To defend their honor, the guards are chased by the enormous amount of work day and night, and are under a great deal of pressure.

The weight on the shoulders is immeasurable if you are the warden who brings them together.Prison warden Gardov was taken for granted, and the deputy warden (Serafi) was no exception.

Moreover, while giving accurate instructions to his subordinates, he also needs to be happy with his boss (Gardov), who is concerned about keeping himself alive.

Bullying and subjugating prisoners was the best entertainment, but the only immediate presence was a major stress factor at work.

And today, again, because of the "Pumpkin on the Eye", the time has come to accumulate wasteful stress.

"... what is this report, Serafi?"

"... what is it?"

I just finished my weekly round-table debriefing session.

At a time when it seemed likely that he would disband and return to work, Gardov stared at the serafi with an intimidating heavy bass voice echoing in the conference room.

Most staff members sweat cold just because they are overwhelmed by the warden, making them uncommonly shrink.

But Serafi doesn't shake his hidden eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Heyver assaulted a guard and a prisoner a week ago.The documents were submitted late in the first place, and I don't remember giving permission to use the punishment cell.And you're saying, "You seem to be reflecting deeply, so you're back in normal prison."What part of me is reflecting on? "

Slap a thin report on the back of your hand and throw it away on your desk.

It is obvious that there is a mood in the voice tone and that it is irritating.In addition, "personal feelings" seemed to be added.

"Makina, who shared the room with Heyver, is a prisoner of that case.It would be dangerous to keep them in the same cage. "

But no matter how awesome the warden was,Even as the speed of tapping your desk with your fingers accelerates.

Even if my men send a silent message saying, "Please don't irritate the warden too much," I chew gum with my sunglasses on, and I don't mind at all.

"That's right, because if Lucille comes out, the five guards will have to be mobilized.His ferocity is beyond my control. "

"... then why! What are you going to do if something happens to you?"

Don! And a big fist finally hits the desk.

Other staff members said they were not in a reprimanded position, but their shoulders jumped and blushed.

Even though it is. Serafi himself, who is being questioned, inflates the gum like a balloon without changing his complexion at all.

Prison warden (Gardov) 's endurance bag will rupture first - the moment other staff members cool their livers.

Seeing the clock hung in the conference room, Serafi suddenly raised his hips from the chair.

"I'm sorry, but I'm leaving because I'm on time.As I had previously applied, I had a party scheduled for tonight.Now... if you'll excuse me first. "

"Ha...!"

The meeting is not over yet, even though it is in the middle of reprimand from the warden.

Serafi leaves without saying anything scary.

As she left the conference room, Gardov, who was left behind, slammed his desk and beat him in a hurry, violently kicking the nearby chair.

"Damn woman!!"

My face is red enough to spray flames from my mouth.

To keep the fire from falling, the other men killed their breath and extinguished their signs.

I don't care about my subordinates who are trying not to take it lightly, and all the faces and voices of brash and abominable subordinates are coming to my mind as anger explodes in Gardov's military hat.

"Because she was the daughter of the former warden, she did what she wanted in my castle!"

It was all because of her blood line that Serafi behaved so freely, and that every woman was in the position of deputy warden.

His father was the famous Knight of Britannica, who once served as the warden of this Alca Trust.With that connection, Serafi graduated from Square School and went to jail without any difficulty.

"At the very least, it's unpleasant to work together...!"

Serafi background that can only be said to be "Parent Nanakari".But the King hates incompetent human beings with only blood lines.

As a guardian, her basic work as deputy warden had little to offer.

The sadistic temperament and the intense whipping from the thin arms have silenced, trained and subdued many of the villains.Their livers are stronger than those of the men's guards, and there is no single official who challenges their abilities as prison guards.

As a result, Gardov was also unable to deport her due to her ability to work and work attitude.It is also sick to be stared at by the former prison warden (Serafi's father) who was forced to fire (fire) Serafi and took care of him when he was a young man.

"That woman... I think we need to make her understand now...!"

However, I don't intend to (...) leave my cheerful subordinates to their liking.

Gardov, who was fierce, distorted his ugly face with an evil (yokoshima) smile of hate and dim desire.



"Shit... that fat dad... I feel so frustrated by this crap every day...."

Meanwhile, in the ladies' locker room, the chewing gum was uncomfortably throwing up on the floor, and while taking off the sunglasses, Serafi was also nasty.

Take off your white hat and shake your long blonde hair.In front of the cramped uniform (...), he also took off his garter belt and net tights.

---and put on a new "bright red dress" that was in the locker.

I put on makeup (makeup) for going out and dressed up again, and since it was a fortress, I laid back a heavy prison (workplace) with heavy exterior.

That night, there was a dazzling hall on the corner of the central city of King's Land Merun, lined with nobles and royal palace officials.

Originally, it was a training ground for magicians of the magical country to make up secret magic and gain practical experience.

However, since the Kingdom of Britannica attacked the magical country and occupied London Meln, it has been renovated into a party venue for aristocrats and rich men.They also invite famous theatre troupes for theatrical performances and concerts by popular singers.

In such a gorgeous banquet hall.To a blonde beauty who boldly exposes her pure white back to her waist, with an unbeatable beauty while being illuminated by the chandelier's light.A middle-aged man called out.

"... oh, Serafi! That was a good look.No, you look beautiful year after year. She looks just like you. "

"Oh, it's an honor to take this as a compliment.But waxy and so on, it's not good for your mother yet. "

A small, middle-aged nobleman calls out, and the serafi in his dress greets him with a smile.The tone and manners are exactly what a good lady looks like.

In fact, Serafi was the "daughter of the elite aristocracy."

Serafi's father, who had been the warden of the Grand Prison for many years, came from Britannica's prestigious knighthood.The mother is also the child of a master, and the serafi born between such parents is an undoubtedly noble lineage.

Not as royalty, but do you want to have a honeymoon relationship with such a brilliant bloodline - or are you caught in the glamorous breasts that are about to become zero from the sparkling beauty and chest opening dress - there are a small crowd around the serafi in no time.

Serafi responds carefully and does not smile brightly to guests who flutter with compliments and public stories.

However, as a person, I did not enjoy the relationship with the people around me or the party itself at all.

(Oh dear... it's always boring to talk to old aristocrats (...) or to cope with their slender social resignations...)

A serafi that exudes a sense of presence as a round of beautiful flowers that bloom in the venue.

But in his chest, he said, "Dinner has just gotten gorgeous," "Boots are easier to walk than heels," and "I don't want to work overnight with my disgusting boss (Gardov)."

--Then why did such a serafi come up early at work?I was able to leave work and go home without stopping at the venue.

The reason is...

"Miss Serafi."

"Ah...?"

Behind you is a familiar voice.

A middle-aged man of nobility (Oyaji) who came to pay tribute with a helpful gaze, or a prodigal son (Nanpa) who came to invite (Nanpa) to a classy banquet.

I had such a hunch, and it was about to reach the limit of patience, and Serafi inadvertently leaked a moody voice and looked back - the expression that tended to cloud suddenly became bright.

"... oh, Master Keros!"

There was a simple young man with chestnut hair on his side, standing in a white tuxedo in one hand with a wine glass.

His face is more 'feminine' than 'forceful' or 'tough', and he is a seraphic virtuoso.

"It's the happiest thing of the day, even if my beautiful serafi lady just shook me up," she smiles.

"Please stop" Dear ". We're fiancées.Keros is fine. "

"Fufu. Then don't call me 'Miss Cerafi' either."

As if they had cut out the painting, the people around them cannot enter peacefully into the picturesque beauty chatter.

Keros, the three boys of the Knights of Britannica's active Knights, and Serafi, the daughter of the famous Knights who served as prison warden.They were decided to marry each other from a young age.

It's not particularly unusual in a noble neighborhood, and yet the pair were really good together.--That's so much so that in prison, Serafi, who scolds "men are no more than pigs in livestock huts," realizes that there are only a few heterosexuals who forgive other than their fathers.

"How's work at Alca Trust?"

"It's going well. It's a huge title for" deputy warden, "but the actual work is just clerical work."

With a smiling smile, she spits out her lies without a problem.

I couldn't say to my fiancée, "We're all beating up prisoners and exerting everyday stress."

"Really... I'm glad.I don't feel like working in a prison full of vicious criminals...Honestly, I've been worried from the beginning. "

"Careful, it hurts. But... don't worry, Master Keros.Someone else is in charge of prisoner management, and the so-called Grand Prison is an orderly prison where neither escape nor rebellion takes place. "

"I know that too...Just in case, my chest really hurts..... "

"Well...."

A gentle, weak-minded expression.Seeing such fiancée Carlos - Serafi was shaking his spine with anticipation and excitement.

And then he looks at the red water in the wine glass and says, "It's only natural that you worry about your loved ones...""when he was murmuring in the illumination.

He nodded so small that he couldn't see him - whispering with a low voice that could not be heard around him, with a slight flush on his cheeks.

"Now... you need to remember the warmth while the walruses are away at work..."

What?

I suddenly asked what it was all about.

Before that, Serafi's hand grabbed Keros' wrist.

"Ah...!"

Suddenly, he is upset and leans the glass of wine in his hand.

Then the contents poured into the glass fell to zero if I put on a bright red dress.

"Oh, my God...! I'm so sorry, Miss Serafi...!"

Even though it was Cerafi who grabbed his wrist and made him tilt the glass, Keros blushed his face again and apologized unilaterally for the fact that he had defiled the lady's dress.

His "nice" and "easy to handle" character was not only his face, but also his favorite part of Serafi (...).

(This kid... really doesn't move like that... ♥)

The feeling of moving others' words and actions to their own devices and putting them under control.It is close to sexual pleasure for Seraphi, and the more beautiful the 'other' is, the more excitement doubles.

The same goes for the woman in the basement of the Grand Prison.A lady of the same nobility as herself, or a girl with the same beauty as a royal princess, but for some reason put in jail.Makina also moans when she hears something interesting in her own words and hands.

"You mustn't... My precious dress is dirty.Master Keros, will you help me wipe it? "

"Of course...!"

I came to the party today because I didn't want to work overtime.However, the desire to "make beautiful things a toy and have fun" is still smoking today.

Serafi pulled Keros' arm, pretended to wipe off the dress, and headed to the corner of the party hall.



Whether all the guests who had been invited had entered, the hall door could be closed.

Later, a concert group (orchestra) began playing that also entered and exited the Royal Palace.Exactly the elegant tone of a thousand dollars.All the guests are listening attentively.

However, Keros, who is grabbed by his fiancée's serafi and walks in the opposite direction from the entrance or bathroom, is not listening to an examination (harmony) by a skilled player.All I could do was hear my high chest beating and the words of Serafi.

"Se, Miss Serafi? Aren't you going to wash your dress...?!"

"It's red, so it's not that noticeable.It's not that expensive. And.... "

They are still in the party hall.But it went into the corner of the hall, into the back of a huge dark red curtain that covered all the big windows.

Cairos was confused to ask why he brought himself here (behind the curtain).

"Anyway, it's going to get even dirtier now... ♥"

"Nh, what...!?"

Surrounded by fine curtain fabrics, Serafi leaned against her fiancée in the dark.

From Keros in the shape of being hugged, you can feel the softness and temperature of her limbs and the fragrance of sweet perfume mixed with the smell of her own femininity, which will instantly speed up her heart beat.

I was peeking through a bold dress with my chest open, trying not to see the deep valley that seemed to suck in a man's desire.Kellos' desperate effort to behave gently and not want his instincts to be understood will be shattered by a single step by the serafi.

I even tried to peel off the gentleman's "Kaiseki".Between his crotches are long, white feet stretching from the deep slit of the dress.

The tight fleshy feet stick together, rubbing the thighs pressed against Keros' inner crotch and groin over the tuxedo's underwear (Trousers) ♥ slightly ♥ gummy ♥.

"Nh, ku...! Ah...! Se, Miss Serafi!Don't do this...! "

"It's okay, Master Keros... ♥ No one is watching here, and my voice will be wiped out by playing... ♥"

Whispering around your ears while holding you, pressing down on your full breasts... ♥.

In addition, if you push your thighs against your groin and move your legs around to stimulate them, gentlemanly good young people are no match for the menstrual phenomenon and have enraged the male instincts.

"It's not good as it is," he says, trying to get away from his body, but behind him is a sturdy and huge window glass.There is no escape, as Serafi says, neither the voice of the two reaches the other by the sound of the orchestra.

"This has to happen since we got married...!"

"Oh no... ♥ It's a chastity concept like a girl who grew up purely... ♥ But if the" compatibility "between the two seems to be bad after marriage, there is a problem with that... ♥ I want to check the skin on top of each other for about once... ♥"

But I couldn't accept such a rationale.

Even though you are not married yet, it is a big problem if you put your hands on the bridesmaid and accidentally get pregnant.Not only does it damage Keros' reputation, but it also affects the honor of the entire family.

The common sense of the aristocracy would be that Serafi is not a woman who can't imagine the worst future.

"I've decided to enjoy tonight until I feel like it (...)... ♥"

Rather, it was because I knew that Keros' expression, which conflicted between ethics and lust, was very pleasant, excellent and attractive to Seraphi's eyes.

"If you are worried about the waxy body working in prison, please engrave Master Keros's certificate... ♥"

And Serafi forcibly snatches the opponent's lips and they kiss each other hot behind the curtains.

"Ju ♥ Nchu ♥ Chupa ♥ Nchu ♥ Let me go ♥ Churu ♥"

"Nh, nnh...! Miss Serafi, thumu...!"

The groom and bride swear eternal love in church is totally different from that, a greedy saliva-exchange deep kiss.

Not only the whip, but also the clever use of the tongue, Serafi twisted his gently moving pink tongue into his fiancée's mouthpiece and gave Keros a rich velouté that melted even with reason.

Remove the belt, slip down the lower body of the tuxedo, and remove the stiff stick with a kiss.

If you stroke it with your elongated fingers ♥ stroke ♥ lukewarm ♥ and dirty stroke, a lot of endurance juice overflows from the tip.

"What do you think? ♥ Do you want to cum with my hands ♥ Or with your vagina...? ♥"

"Nh...! No, Miss Serafi...!In a public place like this....! "

"I wonder if that's good ♥ In this place where a lot of nobles gather... ♥ If you spit out your semen, if you discover it... ♥ What will happen? ♥"

Then, my erect dick twitched and ached for a moment.It seemed to have endured desperately to avoid an outbreak.

Though the three boys were both knights' sons, it was a disgrace to the last generation that the bride was hand-sticked at the party venue and vomited on curtains and floors.

While trying to avoid that, Serafi literally doesn't 'loosen up'.

Rather, it increases the speed of the handjob.Shikoshiko shikoshi ♥ mercilessly stroked up, and with one hand I even grabbed my testicles in my hand, and began rubbing and kneading.

"Come on ♥ come on ♥ it's no use holding back... ♥"

"* giggle *! No, please don't...!"

The moment the male genitals finally reached the limit of endurance, the serapi put a tight force on the finger that was making a circle to stroke the stick, blocking the urethra where the semen ran up.

"Ugh...!?"

"No matter how much you can't hear, you may notice the smell... ♥ It's still dangerous to put it out there ♥... then... ♥"

Then Serafi slowly raised the skirt of her dress to her waist.

The thighs that were peeking out of the slit were rounded out and exposed to a bright red and fancy design of underwear (panties) - a slight side-to-side scratch revealed a wet lewd crack (pussy).

"Se, Miss Serafi...."

"Fufu... ♥"

Keros swallows raw saliva.

I was my fiancée, so I imagined that one day I would raise the ceremony in the near future and see her genitals on the first night.

But that's what happens now.I had no idea you were going to worship behind the curtains at the party.I didn't dream about it.

What was even more unexpected was the obscenity of the wet pussy's magic.Even the simple Keros, who didn't make a lover or mistress "because he has a wife to forgive," was such a slutty entrance that he wanted to lick around like a male instinct or push his own "wannabe stick."

"Come on... ♥ If you want to cum anyway, please use this naka... ♥"

"But....!"

"It's not a big deal whether it's too late or too early to get married anyway... ♥"

Keros was still hesitant, but when Serafi invited me to muuuu my big tits... I touched ♥, and the clutched meat stick was poured into my wet pussy (...).

Boldiness and ethics as fine gentlemen are 'trained' by Serafi's sensual voice and sweet breath, as well as by his superior body.

"Ah, ahh...!"

With the voice of a male leaking from behind his throat.

While your heart is about to burst, I pushed my painfully hot, hard, hard dick into your enchanting vagina... ♥ ♥.

"Nh... ♥ Haaaah... ♥... ♥ Fufufu ♥ Size and hardness were just fine... ♥ ♥ ♥"

Seraphi, with her feet shoulder-width apart to make it easier for a virgin to insert, trembles and shakes her body with the feeling and pleasure of a lewd stick entering her body while slightly raising her back.

Not only is it for the pleasure of pushing and spreading your vagina hard, but the fact that a young man named Keros is holding hands has also become a source of excitement for her body and mind.

(You mean like a honest meat doll (vibe)... ♥)

"It's not good to ejaculate with a handjob and scatter it around, so it's better to insert it into your vagina" - Serafi thinks it's ridiculous.

All you have to do is to insist that this is not good and get out behind the curtains.

But since the other party is a bride of forgiveness, he can't be evil, and he has to accept it.It can also be called "Love Weakness."

The inmates of the prison also drank a futile request that "we cannot defy the deputy warden."Especially big Makina even accepts caresses from the same sex.

The toys around me that stopped thinking were funny and lovely to Serafi.

"Come on... ♥ Shake your pathetic hips over here ♥ and let me satisfy you ♥"

The supreme doll play that makes others manipulate and obey as they please.

Keros, who was chosen as his opponent tonight and turned into a seraphic, lust-diffusing processing toy for his future husband, starts a piston movement, as "Master" says.

"Hah, hah, ahh...!"

Pan ♥ pan ♥ pan ♥ and the rounded lower body is poured into the thin waist of the cerafi.

No one will notice the dirty sound of your neck scratching around your vagina, like the sound of a drum or violin sounded by a performance band.

The good news is that Serafi moans colorfully with a beat (rhythm) that matches the piston and the performance.

"Nnh ♥ nh ♥ nh ♥ That's good ♥ That's good... ♥ Keep pushing even deeper ♥ Faster ♥"

Keros moved his hips desperately, like the man and woman in charge of the queen's night games, as Serafi commanded.

If you rub around her rich breasts and stroke her thighs with one hand, the sensation of her famous pussy will soon end.

"If you come before me, your engagement will be abandoned... ♥ If you don't want your premature miscellaneous fish dick to be spread in the social world, try your best ♥"

"Ha, ha...!"

There can't be a woman who talks about sex with her fiancée in a place where the upper classes gather.

Though a little thought would have shown that it was a crude threatening complaint, the son of the poor aristocracy took "if this tyrant's request is not fulfilled, he will die socially" very seriously, and accelerated the use of the waist while fighting the orgasm feeling.

"Wow, that's enough, that's good...!?"

"More ♥ More ♥ Still, it was a man ♥ That way, a whore can't even breathe ♥"

While rubbing his rich ass, he slapped his future husband's ass with a flat hand.

Now that he does not have a whip or a torture device, the usual whipping wrist handler (snap) had the power to further speed up the stallion (Keros) 's piston, just as it did by knocking on the horse's ass.

"Ha, hahee!"

He worked as hard as a horse, moving his hips back and forth.Keros grabbed my big buttocks and thighs and rubbed my breasts with one hand, but without satisfying the feeling, Keros was committed to sexual service.

"Ah ♥ Ah ♥ nh ♥ Nku ♥ Good ♥ Good, Kairos ♥ Hold on ♥ Scratch me around like that ♥ More violently ♥ Show me what looks like a man ♥ Nayonayo's face ♥"

"Ahh...! Miss Serafi...! Serafi-sama!"

Finally, in the near future, we will "like" a woman who will welcome her as a wife, and push the meat stick into the vagina as ordered.

Now Keros is in a state where pain prevails over pleasure and the whole body is doing its best just to please Serafi.

However, it is also true that pink emotions that cannot be said to be good for such treatment are sprouting and swelling.In proportion to that, the crotch stick also became stiff, stroking the queen's pussy.

"Nnh ♥ nkh ♥ nh ahh ♥ Haha ♥ It's good… ♥ ♥ It's a little better now ♥ Like a dog with plenty of it… ♥ Throw away your reason and common sense together with semen ♥ ♥"

Your genitals, as if they had revealed the silky character of Serafi, tighten Keros's dick hard.

Then you remember the illusion that the meat stick, which was already close to its limit, would let the pleasure escape to your testicles and share it, making both the rod and balls rupture with sexual excitement.

And towards ejaculation, the waistman welcomes the last spurt and pushes into the back of the pleasure torture device (Doskebe Manko) with a waistman like a dog and cat in an estrus, as Serafi said, who doesn't seem to be a gentleman who is the son of a knight.

"Serafi-sama...! I'm already cumming...!"

"Not yet ♥ Not yet ♥ I'll come with you ♥ I'll whip your ass 100 times when I pee ♥"

"Hah, hahhhhhh...!"

I can't stand another second.Still, the queen will have to obey if she wishes.

With such a servant (Keros), who continues to be pleasantly tortured with his anguish expression on his face, he exchanges veloches again, presses the big milk and rubs it as he likes, and holds one leg by turning it around his waist.

The descending womb exchanges many vows of kissing with the glans, ignores any clean pre-marriage relationships, and deeply kisses the upper and lower mouths.

With that, I'll tighten the tip to the gibberish and stroke your weed dick with meat.

"Nchu ♥ Mu Chu ♥ Ah ♥ cum ♥ cum ♥ I'm cumming ♥ cum ♥ cum ♥ cum ♥ you're going to make me pregnant ♥ ♥ Cum pitifully, you stupid dog ♥ ♥"

"Uaaaaaaaaaaaa...!"

And shortly after Keros leaked a girl's voice.

In the serapi vagina, the meat stick trembled ♥ ♥ and tingled, and the semen spit out.

No matter how many gentlemen you have been educated to, Cairo masturbates without the eyes of his family.But of all the orgasms you've had since mastery, it was the most pleasant orgasm of your life.

That should be it. Until now, ejaculation lacked the element of "being scolded and tickling the nature of dm".It's only natural that you didn't get a truly satisfactory pleasure experience.

Almost as soon as the affair ended, the orchestra also ended.The venue was clapped with applause, and no one noticed the secrets of the serafi.

"Fufu... ♥ Regards, Kairosu-sama... ♥"

"Ha, hahhhhh...."

From inside your vagina, a cum stick wet with semen draws out... ♥, and Keros floats on the surface of the ecstasy and doesn't seem to be here.Serafi thought such a stupid face was strange.

Even though it was brought to the back of the curtain and treated as a libido treatment tool "meat vibe", it rushed out to somehow wipe out the dripping semen from the crotch of the cerafi without losing the crotch.

If a man is so easy to handle, he can't even complain (...) about using his parents' money to surround a beautiful woman who likes serafi after getting married.

(Work is easy, privacy is fine... ♥ Thanks to the winning parents... ♥)

From now on, we will continue to be stressful and sexually satisfied by bullying and defeating our favorite women prisoners and fiancées.

After a certain age, Keros is tied up and leaves the company early to get used to beautiful maids and couples and live a leisurely life.The perfect design of life was depicted in the serafi.

However, I just despised Gardov, who was running a criminal plot deep in the Great Prison, and I didn't expect the plan to go crazy.