Chapter 219 – 21. Henrietta of the Corruption (9)
The densely embroidered eyepatch had several holes the size of a thin needle. The Duchess, with her imperfect eyesight, recognized the Baron who was approaching her in the light of the dim fireplace and the contours of it.
‘You’re stroking your hair…’
Contrary to the expectation that he would not be able to control his boiling desire and violently violate me, Rom was calm. He took quite a bit of time to straighten his fine hair like a silk thread and gently caress it. It was as if he was trying to establish his new order despite the high and low and the gap of his status.
‘He’s a man much younger than me.’
How can even an Amman man compare with the status of a duke’s mistress? Even more so, the baron was young and young, unlike his wife, who was looking at him. I don’t know what it would be like if we simply looked at the age of the body, but in essence, the wife was the adult by any standard.
‘It’s like treating an immature child.’
But she didn’t hate the euphemism of leaving everything to Henrietta for some reason. She took pleasure in being touched by this man, who was younger and younger than me, in a difficult and vulgar manner. He blushed shyly and felt his tightly closed vagina wet through the gaping die.
‘I’m telling you, who is the real adult…’
It was truly a mark of blatant superiority and inferiority. He was saying that he was the one who took the initiative in this relationship, and that it was a fate he had no choice but to obey regardless of his social position.
Suddenly, he felt the weight of his pulsating phallus on his face.
Henrietta shuddered as she fully felt her presence, from her thick male body odor and thick and long shape to her psychological impression. Even though it was hard to see because of her blindfolds around her eyes, she inadvertently looked ahead to see what was pressing on the back of her nose.
‘Ah, the horrible smell…’
What is the reason why he is approaching me so happily even though the shadows have been cast all over his face? The Duchess’s hair, attracted by her strange magical power, turned pure white. They were brainwashed based on pure instinct, not by any artificial influence.
‘The heinous size…’
It was addicting to taste because she was sticking her tongue out. It was so in that it satisfies the thirst of subordination, not that it satisfies the taste buds. It was a lonely life with no one to share my joys and worries with, no matter how fresh my body was.
‘I can’t resist, so I like it…’
Not anymore. The baron, who caught my weakness and issued an indulgence, took the place of the duchess’ duty in exchange for her long chastity. In case all of this was an elaborate deception, he even eliminated a place to run for me, who was not honest with my fears.
‘I can feel it. Me who thinks that what this man is saying is true.’
Cuck-cuck, Rome smiled as he held on to the post and pokes his cheek mischievously with the glans. He enjoyed Henrietta’s gradual adjustment to the rude flirtation without resistance. I carefully observed the process of dyeing my own color and enjoyed it without missing anything.
‘Yeah, it must have been like that.’
It was the Duchess who had tears streaming down her face without even realizing it. It was proof that her wind, which she had suppressed deep inside, had twisted her head. Henrietta’s nature, which was on the verge of her liberation soon, was dizzy.
‘I’ve always wanted to lean on someone…’
Rome, who sensed the upheaval of her from the slight change in her expression, immediately lifted her up with one of her hands. She picked up her shoes with her free hand while displaying her brute force as it was. And she gently put it down on the white bed and I climbed too.
He used to enjoy foreplay with his mouth and throat, but not now.
It is the act of violating a sister, albeit the youngest, from a royal family. It is not easy to enjoy the fun of raping a sister with a cock excited by being bitten by a younger sister. The stiffly erect pillar was still glistening with Oriane’s spittle mixed with the water that flowed earlier.
Henrietta, lying profusely, unconsciously covered herself. She then moved her hands to her bedspread, perhaps realizing that she had no reason to feel shame. The blurry outlines of her barons made this body flutter with relish as her artwork.
“Henrietta.”
Her thick, low voice struck a chord in my heart. At the same time, the pulse of her Duchess thumped as it couldn’t get any rougher. It was difficult for her to come to her senses at all, so she missed the time to answer, and her mind was already confused.
Of course, the stern baron did not tolerate even that easily.
“I have to answer.”
I didn’t feel any resistance. I don’t know, but the desire in Rom’s upbringing was undoubtedly genuine. From there, I suddenly thought of an object I could depend on without any stake in my life.
‘Henrietta?’
Eugène, the name of a father who is vulgar to this day.
‘I know you’re disappointed in me. But it’s so sad that I can’t hear my beautiful daughter’s voice after a long absence.’
He said he would come after ten nights of sleep.
‘Would you like to come and answer Dad?’
Abby was a liar. However, I might be like that too, Henrietta thought to herself. After all, she was silent until the end, because what she really needed was her father’s presence.
“Yes, Dad…”
Been waiting all along The words she spat out in the confusion exploded as they interlocked with the reason behind her. I was dizzy at the realization that I had shown my darkest desires and shame.
“Hmm?”
“Oh no! It’s not… !”
I fear the outpouring of contempt. The mockery that will follow is scary. It was not unreasonable to speak gibberish. It was because he even revealed a new weakness in a situation where even reversing the situation that had driven him to the edge would not be enough.
Henrietta’s lips trembled. Her heart was tight, as if she would faint at any moment.
But her baron never laughed at her. However, she said that it had nothing to do with whether it was incest with her father or her tender true heart’s longing for a place to rely on, and that it was all German in her own way.
“I’m sure you need a new indulgence.”
Said Rome, gripping the slender Duchess’ neck with her large, rugged hands. Little by little, she tamed her self-respecting spirit through intimidation, not intimidation.
“Now, put your hands neatly on her belly and follow me.”
Henrietta, who hesitated in her memories of the night before, oblivious to her reason, followed him obediently. If she refused, it would invariably suffocate her throat as she crossed the precarious boundary. Also, isn’t it possible to obey the desire that leads to the inside with such an excuse.
“I love you dad.”
“Sah, I love you…”
It was natural to be obedient.
“You should put your dad on it too.”
“Oh, Dad…”
It would be difficult to describe such a desire as sacred. The baron, unlike the common man, did not laugh at it, but faced it seriously. Because I also exchanged salvation through that opportunity.
“It’s disgusting, no… ?”
“It’s okay if you get upset.”
“But…”
“The only thing you should be sorry for is that my discipline isn’t very lenient.”
Rom, who spit out with a calm face, proved it right away.
The confidence to receive everything from Henrietta.
Tolerance to embrace both the good and the bad.
“It’s fine even if it’s low. It doesn’t matter if it’s mean. The vulgar is rather welcome. So don’t fool yourself. That is the first and last advice for my Henrietta, who will bloom beautifully in the future without any indulgences.”
The name LeBlanc was gradually erased from the image of the modest Duchess. And Eorwang, who had been suppressed for a long time, took its place. As Henrietta of Aquitaine, even before her social debut.
“You understand?”
Through the opaque eyepatch, innocent girlish eyes flickered faintly. Only then did Rome grab onto the arms of Henrietta, who was lying on the bed with a satisfied expression. As if he had almost stepped over her, he pointed at her, thrusting an object that easily passed from the cleft of her vagina to the top of her navel.
“Now then, confess your desire to be violated.”
“Well, that’s…”
“Are you okay. I don’t blame you.”
Psychological resistance has almost collapsed. The baron, who was tickling the clitoris of the duchess who was holding onto it tightly, went back and forth between rape and madness as a stimulus for lamentation.
“While fooling around, relying on…”
“Yes.”
“I really want to be violated…”
Don’t worry about public opinion. It’s only you and me here At the end of those silent whispers, the chains of the hearts that were tied together like a skein were released one by one.
Gently, the two men and women’s bodies reached the point where they interlocked, and then they stopped repeatedly.
Strange noises and spiteful bullying hastened the decision. He finally blossomed and declared with the implicit warning that he would not be able to move further if he did not satisfy me.
“Henrietta is a girl who only pretends to be resolute on her outside. She was the Duchess who whipped herself whenever it was difficult and painful. Because somehow she had to fool herself. But she doesn’t like it anymore. In fact, I want to rely on it too…”
“Yes, yes.”
“Please don’t let me, who doesn’t want to be lonely, so that I don’t think of anything in a mess… !”
Today, here, it will be yours.
“Ro, Romuald Dad…”
Truly.
