Chapter 234 – 23. Flower and Bird Month (4)
Episode 1 of Flower and Bird Month, record of Henrietta LeBlanc.
A subtle magic power hung over the smooth surface of the crystal ball. The old-fashioned typeface indicates that this is the first record, and the interior scene is captured intact. It was a beautiful time as the sun slowly set by the window.
“Did you get some sleep?”
Before dinner, the Duchess visited the Baron’s bedroom dressed elegantly. Her hair was tied back like a blooming flower, her face covered with lotion, and a dress with colorful patterns embroidered along the border.
As if embodying the warm east wind, an unrepentant beauty stood at the door and looked at her.
He hesitated as if he felt ashamed of the memory of the night before, in which he had lost control and was engrossed in it, while rebuking the baron, who was calm unlike me.
“Now, could you have slept?”
Her flawlessly clean skin was flushed with subtle excitement. Especially the blush-like cheeks emphasized the loveliness of the wife who was trying to avoid her gaze.
“Even though I don’t know what you’re like as a stallion. I’m not that young anymore. When you rest, you have to rest.”
Could it be because of the lighting by the fireplace? The burning flames shook the shadows of the two. Henrietta, who was gently turning her head away because she couldn’t bear to meet her eyes, noticed the baron stepping up in front of her a little late because of that.
“Hey… !”
She let out a very funny moan as she wriggled her little finger. It was cute how she crouched down and tried to avoid her. Unfortunately, according to the strict contract, she did not have a choice.
“That sounds nice to hear.”
“What, what is it?”
“Just because they are knights doesn’t mean they can’t understand euphemisms. The former is, in the end, a compliment that says I’m ruthless. The latter would still be my wife’s insistence that she know that I am beautiful regardless of her age.”
Rom, grinning like a naive young man, stretched out her arm. He stroked the Duchess’s cheek with his rough, rough hand and communicated with her. Thus, she carefully peeled away Henrietta LeBlanc’s defense mechanisms accumulated over many years one by one.
“It is free to be misunderstood… !”
At a young age, he was thrown into the pandemonium of central social circles. After marrying the duke of the east, who was in the midst of raising his name, he had to come and go to the political world. Among those armed with pretensions to her vanity and extravagance, Henrietta naturally acquired a pessimistic character.
“You know best that it is not.”
The environment makes the person. You can’t blame her for her insincerity. In fact, the Duchess of LeBlanc is working very hard, contrary to her appearance. The proof is that as soon as she woke up waiting for her baron who might call him, she was pretty.
“So, Henrietta.”
A low voice resounded in the secret room. She oppressed the man dressed plainly like a commoner with a dignity that would never fade. She made her aware of the closed door and the fact that there were only two of them in the room, and then she added.
“It’s time to be a good kid.”
Madame LeBlanc should pay her respects to Baron Ardennes. When he asks, she must immediately show the underwear she is wearing. She should also get used to obscene expressions as long as she disciplines her while the contract lasts.
In other words, she is a prisoner.
That’s why all the strength in her body was drained. She responded spontaneously to the whispers of a man she could not and did not want to disobey. Fortunately, he somehow endured the unseemly slumping, but it was difficult to see her as saving face.
“Is that an order?”
Henrietta, who managed to keep her composure, asked. She was still shy, but with her head turned away, she only hinted at her baron’s touch. She complied with her ensuing reply, feeling that the bedroom was somehow sweltering with warmth.
“It would be nice if not.”
I meant it wasn’t. Accepting her first order of the day, she threw off her mask as her duchess. She reverently lowered her gaze and she knelt down on the spot and was reborn as a good child.
“What can I do?”
In the slightly trembling question, the desire of a female who had learned pleasure was smeared like a stain. It was because he inadvertently recalled Geo’s intense love affair.
Rome lowered his trousers with one hand and placed the stiffly erect object on Henrietta’s face. Her trivial action awakened her from the conflict between her reason and her true nature at once.
“Oops, ah…”
Dark red and hot It’s embarrassing. The veins protrude like roots and branches. The smell is also disgusting. I don’t think I can ever win. The size and weight of the penis that stretched across all sides was truly staggering.
“Let me engrave who you are.”
Henrietta, who had been rubbing her thighs, threw her head completely back. She propped up the heavy prick pillar with the back of her nose, as if to better support the cock he had placed on me. She said with her hands behind her back.
“Looking straight up.”
“Yes, Dad…”
As she let out her excited breath, her underwear felt damp. Feeling the thirst of lust, she immersed herself little by little in her oppressed predicament. Blinking her bright apatite eyes, she faced Rome and spat it out.
“A pretty daughter, a motherfucker’s daughter…”
Obscene words and plaque formed in the urethra and dripped. Her little face was something that could easily be passed over, so it wet the top of her head. In fact, she covered the body of the noble duchess with dirty desire.
“I will engrave it in my mind…”
Henrietta, with a drunken expression on her face, accepted her second order. She fooled herself by saying that since this is a contract, she has no choice but to comply. As her baron’s gaze fell with her cold contempt, each time she received it she flinched and trembled her body, vowing to obey.
“Why didn’t I become a good kid right away when there were only two of us? She must be a good daughter if she really wants to rely on me. A daughter who fights against Kalanka is a useless daughter.”
“Oops, ah…”
“Stay still. Until I say I’m done.”
It was a break, not a break. Henrietta opened her mouth as she lightly let her saliva flow. Pressing the back of her nose, she sniffed like a bitch the thick male scent of her cock post, then opened her eyes wide. She barely resisted her urge to undress and masturbate at any moment.
Please do naughty I want to be messed up.
It was difficult for her to make such demands unless she had completely let go of the strings of reason. The pride of the duchess, which had been formed over many years, was bloated. And Rome, seeing it early, corrected it by simply resting a stiff prick on her face.
“Ughhhhh…”
Can’t even lick can’t even touch It wasn’t that I couldn’t get it off her face or otherwise run away. The man who did not turn away from my dark desire and accepted it, but she continued to remain in a deadlocked state, as if trying to scold herself for not being honest at all.
It was about ten minutes later that the rope of salvation came down. In just ten minutes, her Henrietta’s mind was completely ruined. As she was put on her face, she felt the hot pulsating cock and that she couldn’t ravenously gorge on it made her despair and anguish.
“Are you wrong, Henrietta?”
“Yeah, yeah… !”
Then, like her father, like a man she can depend on, when I asked him again, she responded with a smile.
“What did I do wrong?”
“It’s arrogant, it’s just the two of us with my dad, but it’s okay, I still pretended to be a noble duchess…”
“Also?”
“Not using honorifics, forgetting your duty as a dickhead, and building your pride on the topic of females…”
“Are there more?”
“Not being honest, hehe, eating all night long was good, but pretending to be nothing, haha…”
The time of reflection continued after that. Looking up to her baron with her wide-open eyes, she sincerely responded to the words of a man who was much younger than me uttering her words as if he was disciplining, and was moved.
“My duty is to be a man you can rely on. It’s about facing your desires head on and not laughing at them. Even though they may not be a real father and daughter, she has infinitely equal responsibility for him.”
It’s a contract, so there’s nothing you can do about it.
“So you are the father? It’s a nickname for the man who gives her the attention and love she couldn’t get from her biological father.”
“Ugh, that’s right…”
I’m just answering like that at this moment.
“Then what are your daughter’s duties?”
“Being a bitch who gets fucked so Daddy can play with…” …”
Even if you enjoy it, it’s only for a moment.
“Being a jism drip tray that can be used at any time, being filial while releasing sexual desire with your whole body, making you feel better by doing cute things whenever you get angry, being reborn as you want and fulfilling your duties as a daughter…”
Henrietta’s throat, which continued her reflection with her wide eyes, was filled with emotion. Satisfied with her tame, disheveled performance, Rome stretched out her arm again. She finished off her hair with a somewhat rough tousle, with a subtle male scent transferred to the outer sheath that had fallen off from time to time.
“One thing is missing.”
“Huh, ha ha…”
Attend like this
“Which one… ?”
“You have to bark. You’re a bitch before you’re a daughter, right?”
“Ahhhhh…”
“Was Dad wrong?”
“Oh, no…”
This is Henrietta LeBlanc’s outfit at the upcoming dinner, where all the relatives of the Ardennes family are gathered.
“That’s right, doggy…”
Because you are such a cute bitch and a fucking daughter.
… Called.
