Chapter 310 – 30. Marguerite of Jealousy (Complete)
It’s a place where you feel cold even if you wear layers of thick winter clothing, so warmth is like rest. I can’t even describe the feeling of my cold body warming up as soon as I place my palm on the frost-covered window.
People who have never experienced it will never know. The feeling of being energized the moment your body, which was numb and numb as if you had been anesthetized, becomes warm. This is the moment when the body, which was creaking and in danger, finally finds comfort in enduring a day in the barren frozen ground.
Residents who have suffered from freezing all day can reach out to a warm wood fire and bask in the heat for just a moment, and their tension will disappear like melting snow. Is there even a need to talk about the Baron who transcends knowledge? Standing leisurely in front of the fire with his arms crossed, he already had a smile on his face.
“You have improved your skills a lot, Madame Lemohan.”
The reason was obvious. I could tell just by looking at the way they spoke, teasing and mischievous, as if they had gone back to the past. As of now, there was an unfamiliar metal container lying at Rom’s feet. It was an object called a barrique, coated with a thin film to prevent corrosion.
A barrel used to store or age liquids such as wine. To put it simply, it was a storage room.
“Ah, I really like that cute whining expression. Sometimes, when you stare at me like that, I feel like I look just like your daughter. “I feel like I’m begging you to not be as formal as when we first met, but to be merciless, as if it were a way for us to express our affection.”
Inside it, which was exactly 100 liters in size (according to Northern Gallic standards), was not only a dark and cloudy liquid, but also shiny and shiny. It was Baron Ardennes’s cum, which had a strong male scent that made you dizzy, but was not unpleasant at all.
“How adorable is it that he can’t even answer because he’s too busy sucking his dick.”
“Peck, peck…” …”
“You sick bitch, do you like it when I curse at you?”
This was the reason why items originally made from selected wood such as oak were replaced with expensively processed metal. In order to preserve the perfect essence on its own without the need for any special scenting or anything, metal fittings covered with a membrane like this were perfect.
“Puh-eup, chuh-eup…” …”
“That’s right, that’s good.”
“Hur-eup, Jjook, side…”
“You suck like a rag. It’s a sad sight to see the Margrave’s wife, who is respected by everyone, looking sallow and sloppy. “I need to let everyone know that Oriane, who is said to be the lord’s wife and pretends to be elegant while imitating a human being, is actually a female who has been turned into this way.”
Her hair, as long as gold thread, was braided in layers, so there was no need to worry about a single strand falling out. Her hands, which were moved back to her knees, were tightly bound by clasping them and sealing them. The only part that could naturally move as intended was the head above the nape of the neck.
Nevertheless, Oriane, who blinked her brilliant aquamarine eyes, did not say anything. As if that was exactly what I wanted, I did my best to serve with a bright and cheerful expression. She pinched the large scrotum with her bright-blooded lips and gently scratched the wrinkled area with her outstretched tongue.
“Ah, it feels good.”
“Heru-eup…”
“I was so busy with work that my nerves were really high. But once you use our bitch’s mouth, it softens in an instant. “If I hadn’t taken you as my wife, you would have been under my feet for the rest of your life, with your head and bow being used as a bucket of cum.”
Rom, holding the hot and heavy shaft of his dick with his left hand, immediately aimed it at the inside of the container. While taking care not to spill even a single drop of the semen that poured down with such force as a rushing waterfall, he also continued to talk obscenely.
Tap, occasionally hitting my beloved wife on the back of the head with my free hand.
He played with the elegant older lady like a toy. She trampled and trampled on a universally respected personality. Ordinary people fully enjoyed an absurd pleasure that they could only dream of in their delusions.
“Go back, so I can spit.”
“Yes…”
Oriane, who had let go of her back, hesitated and backed away a little. Her head tilted back slightly, her face amused by her father’s actions, which were full of insulting meaning. With her eyes closed, her pretty face became a target for a good bitch to hit with saliva.
“Please spit as much as you want…”
Wow! The Baron, who slapped her in the face instead of calling her rude, eventually spit on her forehead. She found joy in her wife, who was shaking her body at that small but distinct blow. She was grateful for the miracle of meeting a suitable companion in this wide, wide world.
“I love you, Oriane.”
“Ah, me too…”
A brief lyrical confession blossomed in a relationship full of immorality. Meanwhile, new guests came to the room where the two were staying. It was the Duchess Henrietta and the tomboyish daughter Lucien, who had now completely settled in the frozen land.
“Oh, Oriane? What is this…”
As soon as Henrietta entered her room, dressed in her lined dress after the northern style of clothing where her cold-proof performance was important, she was shocked to see Oriane, who had been slapped on the cheek. From having sex the night before to soaking in the bathtub early in the morning and playing around with it, I was impressed by his energy that did not rest even during these interludes.
“Ah, Madame Leblanc.”
“Tea, I thought you invited me to have tea with you…”
“If you want to drink, you can. By biting my dick.”
Lucien, dressed in a light chemise dress, whistled and checked the amount of cum in the container, then tilted her head. I could not help but be impressed by her concentrated magical power, which was hard to beat, but it was because she gave in less than I had expected.
“What, why is this the only thing that works?”
“Are you asking me that? I heard that you took everything and moved it out for research.”
“As a wise mother and good wife, it was an unavoidable measure to ensure the health of my husband.”
“I guess so.”
The baron’s bedroom, the space I found for a short break, was already crowded. She grinned at the pleasant commotion and snapped her fingers at the three females, who were either her sisters or her mothers and daughters. Once again, I realized that my wife’s wife was cumming, and I tried to spur her on again as the cum was pouring out.
“Bitches, what are you doing if you don’t take it off right away?”
Lucien, with her flowing blonde hair hanging down, sighed helplessly and threw off her chemise. She was still shy, so she left her hesitant aunt and ran to her husband and whispered in his ear.
“The proud Winterstone of the North, the Margrave’s Lady Lucienne Lemohan is for your exclusive use. “You know that even though I show off in front of other people, I’m just a bitch who is endlessly obedient to you, right?”
“Of course, I know.”
“I’m going to suck your back hole deliciously, so do you have to cum a lot while getting a prostate massage?”
It is an essential element to study your transcendence. With those words, Lucien crawled under Rom’s legs, and she grabbed them and knelt on her back. She took after her mother and had a somewhat sinister smile on her elegant dress, and she immediately buried her face in her butt and stuck her tongue out.
Like kissing a lover you haven’t seen in a long time,
As a magical body that incinerates waste every moment, there is nothing unpleasant about it, and it just flies.
Following in her mother’s footsteps, she devoted herself to fervent service. As a result, the speed of excretion of the cum that was filling her vat increased. And the Duchess, unable to take her eyes off the sight and swallowing her saliva, finally admitted her desire and opened her lips.
“Unbelievable amount of ejaculation…”
“That’s right, I also feel like it’s getting stronger day by day.”
“It’s not just about strength. Even when a stallion ejaculates, he won’t be able to fill a container this size. Where on earth are you going to use this? …”
There were plenty of uses for it. It was food to be slowly collected and fed to the three-colored ladies when it was time to harvest, but it was also a forbidden fruit to poison the nuns who suddenly came in.
“Henrietta?”
“… Sigh!”
“My daughter, should my father explain everything to the bitch?”
It wasn’t. Henrietta shook her head and unbuttoned her clothes with blushing cheeks. Suddenly, by the time a set of clothes had fallen to the floor, he approached me wearing sensual and revealing underwear and took on a pose that was deeply engraved in my bones.
“Oh, no…”
Put your arms behind your head so that your armpits are clearly exposed, spread your legs wide and squat down so that your bare body is exposed when you are not wearing underwear, stick out your tongue and look arrogantly with a taste for conquest, and the most important thing of all.
“A good daughter obeys her father…”
After that, it was all smooth sailing. Rom, who immediately caught the mood, made the Duchess suck his scrotum while making vulgar noises. She was surprised by Lucien who was stimulating her from behind. She laughed and called out to the female who had been neglected for a while.
“Oriane?”
“Yes, you’re saying that the sisters are going to suck your husband’s cum pocket side by side, right?”
“Ah, of course you are the best.”
“Hehe, you don’t have to let it float like that. Of course, it is his wife’s responsibility to take care of the husband who is exhausted from taking on all of his duties. Today too, our females will be steadfastly obedient, and we will relieve you with their hard work…”
Oriane, fawning sweetly, came to Henrietta’s side. She took one side of her sagging scrotum and sucked it. Behind her, she joined forces with Lucien, who was pressing her sensitive prostate with his tongue deep inside her.
Her sisters and her mother and daughter gave her heaven.
Thanks to this, her stiffly erect dick ejaculated more violently than ever before. Then, across the hall, her maid, who had arrived last, came with open arms to welcome her with a jug of cold drinks.
“The food to be served to the ladies is ready, master.”
“Ah, Françoise.”
“I heard from the other maids that the Mother Superior and her people suddenly came to visit? Should we prepare for them too? “I heard you had conflicts in many ways.”
Rom, who refused to drink her cup and took the kettle to quench her throat, groaned lightly. Meanwhile, I was surrounded by these amazing, amazing bitches who were devoted to serving me.
“For now, we’ll just wait and see. But I really don’t know what you’re thinking.”
“… “You’re kidding, right?”
“Are you kidding me? Why am I joking about something like that?”
Cheopsil, who moved the returned kettle to a nearby table, looked slightly embarrassed. I couldn’t understand why he was doing that, so I tried to ask him, but suddenly even the women who had turned into bitches by clinging to my crotch opened their mouths and added a word.
“Dear West, who in the world would call up troops that could push me into a political corner in a situation where there is no benefit to me…?” …”
“Having a handshake like that means you’re blind. “I was able to see through my plot and intentions well, but there were strange parts that were sloppy.”
“Before, I didn’t know why there was such a fuss. But now I guess I have no choice but to know.”
In order, they were Oriane, Lucien, and Henrietta.
“No, then what is the real reason?”
The Baron, who was tilted at the unexpected criticism, looked like he was wondering what the reason was. And the females, who sighed together as if they had made a promise, frowned at the same time.
“Jealousy!”
“… Ah.”
Your half-sister is in love with her younger brother, whom she should not love in a sexual way.
