Chapter 194 – 19. Henrietta of Kyoyo (4)
It was a pitch-black night.
When the fierce snow wind covers the night sky with starlight, the night sky in Arden City, a border region, is dyed pitch-black. It gives a sense of security, as it is said that everyone is instinctively afraid of the dark, but there are times when they want to be hugged warmly.
As if in contrast to the dazzling chandelier lighting of the banquet, the only light illuminating the Marquis Marquis’s bedroom was the weak wood fire in the fireplace. The red flames in the quiet interior created a cozy environment and calmed the cluttered Duchess’s mind.
Until you fall asleep soundly.
The bed, crafted with the skill of an artisan, was a work of art in itself, unlike the items of a woman’s house. It boasted a frame stronger than steel with milky white marble and obsidian polished to a matte finish, and the finish of the ornaments carved with flowers and bushes in gold had a gorgeous color that was worth it.
Above all, the curtains made of velvet, and furniture with a ceiling like a room in itself, could be covered inside by pulling the curtain attached to the cover. Even the soft light from the fireplace did not permeate, and only the warmth warmed the air.
It was a truly intimate space. Thanks to that, even the sharp-edged Duchess was able to go to bed without feeling much guilt for my deviation. And at the banquet, which began to prepare for the wave, the baron, who was suffering from drunkenness and sleepiness, visited the room with a pale face.
Knock-rattle, when the locked door wouldn’t open, I didn’t even think it was because of the latch, and I broke the doorknob with my brute force. Even then, far from realizing that something was wrong, he tilted his head left and right before stepping inside.
“Hmm…”
Romuald Ardennes, the baron, who looked around the dark bedroom once, closed the door looking pretty normal for a drunk. However, seeing the sight of the doorknob that I had already broken and not functioning properly, the removed doorknob was twisted out of my hand, it was clear that I was insane.
“Why can’t this…”
The baron muttered blankly and squeezed the metal doorknob with only his grip. Then he inserted it obliquely over the hole in the empty door and fixed it to the wall. Finally, feeling proud of the closed space, I turned around.
He approached the bed of Henrietta, who had been enjoying a deep sleep until then. I pulled back the curtain, climbed over it, and lay down. It was only then that he felt the presence of the uninvited guest and at once hugged the waist of the frightened Duchess.
“Aww! Someone!”
“I am, madam.”
“Baron Ardennes?”
He was caught with his back exposed, so he couldn’t see his face. However, the man’s voice, with his hand wrapped around his waist and clutching at one breast, was undoubtedly Baron Ardennes. Henrietta struggled, feeling a sense of danger as her man approached, perhaps in an attempt to rape her body while she was drunk.
“Hey, what are you doing right now…”
“Hmm, today was really hard.”
There was no way for the fragile Henrietta to escape from the restraints of a male who was crushing even her metal with one hand. Even though I hit her cheeks with her elbow, she didn’t scream, but she trembled, saying that her massage was so cool.
“I was found out by Marguerite that I was with Françoise. I was suffering all day and I thought of you.”
“What are you talking about, you crazy… !”
“But, on the other hand, I felt that way. A corner of my heart filled with joy at the thought that I had finally attained such happiness. In fact, this is the level of aegyo. So that means you can be patient. I will never let go of it.”
“Leave this!”
Roman, puzzled by her constant struggling attitude, opened her mouth. She asked a question of concern innocently, like a person who hadn’t really committed any crimes. To Henrietta, who resisted with her arms and legs until she was out of breath, she was staggering.
“What’s wrong?”
“This shameless, is that what you mean?”
The pager on the antique chest of drawers caught the eye of the duchess, who had raised her voice and was angry. She stretched out her arm as far as she could and tried to call someone with it. At the same time, the baron, who was pondering something, let out her exclamation as if he had just realized it.
“Aha, that’s how I feel today.”
Her hand, which had been playing behind her, twisted tightly around Henrietta’s slender neck and squeezed it tightly. I pulled my body, which any man would covet, closer to me. And when she showed signs of rebelling a little, she gave her strength and taught.
“I’ll hang out with you.”
“Hick… !”
That disobedience is not forgiven.
“Now, can’t a bitch go against the master’s wishes?”
The voice that sounded like an easy-going young man in the neighborhood suddenly turned into a frenzied ruffian. He placed her face on the nape of her neck, where her hair was loose and smelled fragrant, and whispered softly. His hand, which had been kneading her breasts, gently pushed her down through her belly button.
Under the chemise dress, her detailed and neat pubic hair was gently swept away, foreshadowing her Henrietta’s disgrace. She tamed the Duchess, who was trying to escape from me somehow, by holding her breath with exquisite control.
“Two hands politely.”
“Kuh, this garbage… !”
Her first was her, which she violently rebelled against. Even with her handcuffs and shackles, she sensed, she wouldn’t be any more fortified, but she was. She was a duke, and she fought back as if she would not give in even if she died thanks to the prestige of the hostess.
“Your life, I think today is the end… !”
“Then you can’t. You should bark nicely.”
“Hick, keck… !”
Her rough, thick hands strangled her neck. She didn’t just leave it as it was, but with her hand stroking her purple pubic hair, she flicked the stiffened clitoris and gave her stimulation. Even so, the lady’s massage and the resulting masturbation forced her sensitive body.
“Be careful like a female.”
“Kheuk, heuk…”
“Gather your hands politely at your belly button.”
Whenever I felt dizzy from the rush of blood, the restraints loosened without fail. But after three or four wild breaths, the pain returned. Also, her fingers touching her sensitive clitoris gave her a strange pleasure as they rolled or pressed variously.
“You still don’t want to?”
“Whoops, whoops, whoops…”
“Why aren’t you being arrogant?”
Her body, immersed in her pitch-black darkness, jolted from time to time. In the direction of the fire, as dim as dawn, she appeared in a glimpse. The robbery this time was considerable, and her wife’s face showed quite a bit of fear.
It’s not that it’s not, because Rom was raising the level with each repetition of corporal punishment.
Henrietta, who reflexively shed her tears, finally brought her hands together to her navel. Realizing that no matter how much she hit or scratched her, she decided to get her tuned in first.
“That’s right, nice.”
“Huh…”
She begged for mercy, as her baron said, accepting her helpless position like a prudent doe. Her gaze was a posture that could not be exchanged once, but her restraints quickly loosened as if my plea had reached. And thanks to her, she could afford to sort things out, and she conciliated him.
“Hey, are you done now?”
“Yes.”
“Hey, I know you’re trying to take your anger out on me. I’ll admit that the attitude was overdone. But this isn’t it. Instead of a choice that would obviously lead to bad outcomes for each other…”
“It’s dizzy because you chatter.”
Laughing, Rome strangled Henrietta again. As if inducing classical conditioning, whenever I did something I didn’t like, I pressured it. But perhaps he didn’t mean to use fear as a means of discipline, so he also added a carrot called pleasure.
“Aren’t you asking for a prize?”
“Kuheuk, that’s not the case…”
“I know you’re immersed in it, but I get angry because I keep climbing. Even so, today was a day full of upsetting things.”
Unlike before, the hand that adjusted the tempo moved. She squeezed the Duchess’ nape tightly and imprinted it. Sometimes it’s more terrifying to be driven by pleasure than pain.
“Bark.”
“Keheuk, heeuk…”
“Be polite with both hands and bark.”
Rom, who demanded that right away, immediately shut his mouth. As if he didn’t need further comment, he changed his fingers that were teasing the clitoris. With his blunt thumb and slim forefinger, he mercilessly rolled the reddish object, while his elongated middle finger gently cut through the tight gap.
“Hey, hey… !”
Jilgu, who has not had the experience of accepting someone for a long time, was unfortunately damp due to the masturbation that took place about an hour ago. Moreover, the creases soaked in sloppy love juice welcomed the new middle finger, which was rougher and rougher than the delicate fingers of the Duchess.
Squeak, sizzle.
An embarrassing noise spread through the quiet room. The groans of Henrietta, who was struggling in a cute way, were added to it. The love juice that splashed in all directions from the pubic area was repeated every time a more intense climax followed than if it had been touched alone.
“No, no, because I did everything wrong…”
If I spit out trivial words other than what I wanted, I punished them mercilessly. As if trying to engrave etiquette into her body, not her mind, she blocked her breathing to the point where it was barely perceptible.
“Kyaap, heuh… !”
Once and twice.
“Hot, haha… !”
Several times over and over again.
“Huh… !”
So Henrietta LeBlanc was forced to acquire it. She held me tight, and she resented the fact that there was nothing she could do against this man. As the youngest daughter, she admitted that even though she had risen to her current position, her pride and beauty that captivated those around her were useless.
Eastern Spring, Lady of Aquitaine, Duchess LeBlanc.
So she threw off all the falsehood and learned the etiquette her baron had instilled. Unarmed with her power and charm, he admitted that he was just a weak and desirable prey for her, and brought her hands back together. And she barked awkwardly in the lingering sense of inferiority.
“Mmm, Mung…”
The hair shining like beautiful wine in the dim light, the eyes that gleam with pleasure that approached more severely than the pain, the slightly parted mouth, the tongue sticking out in exhaustion, and the drool dripping from it.
Following the shape of the baron’s strong hand, the neck area left intact, the voluptuous and resilient breasts, the stiff nipples, the abs that stood out due to the sudden voluptuous spasm, the pubic hair slightly wet with love juice at the tip, even this moment was a joke Even the genitals that are being attacked and the legs that are shaking.
“Not just barking, but pretty barking.”
“Wow, how…”
“What kind of bitch are you?”
She confessed as a female in front of an irresistible male.
“Everyone, your married woman bitch…”
As the saying goes, with the upbringing of a married woman bitch.
