Chapter 122 – 12. Concentration (2)
Romuald is surprisingly handsome.
From the look of his shoulder-length hair that was neatly pulled back, his distinctly dignified face despite the scars across his face, and the scars full of scars and the body of a warrior that is more solid and dignified than a statue, it is truly what many women dream of. It can be said that it is an ideal type.
‘Crazy pervert…’
His mother his, a Cortizan, was told that he was ecstatic enough to charm the duke, Alexandre Dior, who was called a philosopher. So, it wouldn’t be too strange for Rom, the child, to inherit the outstanding beauty.
‘Eww, ha ha…’
So Lucienne, overcome with a strange excitement, looked back at her own situation now. As she was forced to kneel down, wearing only a thin cloth, she realized herself as a cradle for a vicious phallus.
‘Fuck, anyway, this is too sudden…’
Her black-red head reminded her of a hook. Veins bulged in her smooth columns, pulsating periodically like a heart. The fist-sized scrotum her vibrated with a particularly thick male scent, and the heat felt as hot as boiling.
“You know what, Lucienne?”
She must have been offended. But the smell of her, which flowed through her nasal passages of her, was so strangely addictive that she could n’t resist. Moreover, the thickness and length of the penis that easily covered half of my small face was truly superior to men.
“I love you the most when you fight.”
Rom grinned and stretched out her right hand. In her previous life, it was very embarrassing to stroke her hair with a gentle hand on a subject who had been so abused. No matter how much she has fallen in love with her now and wants to make his wish her come true, the ego and upright pride that has been formed over a long period of time do not break down easily.
“So I’ve been thinking a lot over the past few days. I like a loyal bitch bitch like Oriane, but I also like a bitch who has a taste for being proud like an angry wildcat like you. But it would be a pity to tame her at will and then lose her her lovely charm like that.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Then I read the love and rebellion in your eyes. It helped me make a decision. Well, the wife I love is my Lucienne no matter how she changes. That never changes.”
The prickly young lady casually placed her hands on her lap her. Without even realizing it, she practiced submission as a female. And, noticing the subtle change of her, Rome pretended not to know while raising the corner of his mouth inwardly.
“So, starting today, I will do as I please. I want to tame you worse than Oriane and make you my fucking wife. At least until the wedding, I’ll finish it perfectly.”
Lucienne gently bit her lip. It was because of his remark that she lightly trampled on my pride. The young lady, who had been obsessed with immoral behavior just a moment ago, opened her mouth with her eyes closed.
“Heh, it’s just your delusion…”
“Keuk-kuk, it’s true that even after reaching this point, seeing how they attack, there is an anticipation that it will still be the same after the discipline is over.”
Thanks to that, there was no more pressure. Rome immediately shut her mouth. And then, with cold eyes, he looked down at his female with contempt. It was a bloody feeling to the point where even the young lady, who was not at ease enough to be frightened by those eyes of her, felt fear.
‘Don’t look down like that…’
It was a reestablishment of the relationship only through eye light. Lucienne, overcome by her evil her, met her gaze her, trying to ignore her chills her. She put her cock on her pretty face her and it was lewd and ridiculous to express her will her to never back down, but she did.
‘Heheh, whoops… ‘ … !’
And a minute passed. I thought it was time to weaken the momentum of the penis that appeared out of the clothes, but on the other hand, it boasted an overwhelming presence with more heat and strong vibration than the first time that weighed heavily on the stomach.
At least, I thought the terrible smell would go away, but even that was replenished by the urethra.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m different from my mother… !”
Lucienne, cornered by her, spat out as if trying to catch herself in her laxity. And Rom, who had no intention of easily granting such a promise, scolded in a low, stern voice.
“Shut up, Lucienne.”
She meant not to spit out words that were not asked. The young lady, who had been so intimidated, shuddered with shame. Even so, she kept shaking her pupils, as if she couldn’t handle Rome’s constant pressure on me.
What the hell are you doing? She already promised that she would give it all. If this is enough for guest prayer, there is no such thing as ugliness. This man endured the pain of his body his being broken and his mind being worn out all the time for himself, but I’m just doing this because I can’t let go of my small pride.
‘Stupid bitch…’
Lucienne blamed herself. And she eventually avoided Rome’s gaze of her, which was pouring down on me. Instead of just staring at the distance, he carefully lowered his eyes so that he could enjoy the feeling of conquest. Therefore, he agreed to reduce the beautiful face of Winter Stone to a mere tool.
“Nice.”
“Oh…”
It is happiness to be a cradle to put West’s cock on a bitch. Perhaps Orianne, thought Orianne, would be on her knees like this for an hour or two, smiling happily.
“Tell me who you are.”
There was not even the slightest hint of friendliness in his voice when he asked sternly. Lucienne answered with difficulty opening her mouth her. She felt a bit brusque because she still had remnants of her repulsion.
“Oh, you know…”
Tuk-tuk, Rome grabbed his prick with his hand and swung it around like a light club. After slapping and flogging the young lady’s beautiful cheek, she asked the same question.
“Tell me who you are.”
“Lou, Lucienne Lemoyn…”
Again, this was not the answer. With the object Rome was holding again, she patted Lucienne on the cheek, humiliating her. Fortunately, she managed to control the strength of her, but if she wielded it properly, her delicate skin would turn redder than blush and tingle.
“Again, because it’s the last time.”
“A slut who pretends to be arrogant and modest on the outside, but is crazy about the West’s cock on the inside…”
The words that come out of her mouth have great power. If someone introduces me as I am, that person will resemble me, even if my essence is not. Of course, it would not be easy enough to be done with only one poet, but it is.
Language is the best hypnotic tool.
What if you are a Jain?
Clever Lucienne couldn’t have known that fact. Even so, her young lady put herself down as the Winter Stone of the North, the best Mystic of the Winter Land, and the heir to the Marquis, just as her old husband had hoped. She and she called me a slut and a dick bitch.
“You can do it.”
“Wow…”
Rom felt proud of her and held her hair her. In the sense of preparing to be used more usefully than the holder, I forced her slender nose to be buried in my scrotum. And her young lady, who closed her eyes as if she was dizzy because of her strong body odor of her, didn’t let go even while her body her trembled and shuddered.
“You will make a good bitch.”
“Huh, ha ha…”
“Make sure you have a cum dripper that always pleases me.”
Her legs her began to tingle because she had been on her knees for a long time. His head her felt like it had been messed up and his brain her so messed up that he could n’t even think properly. Even so, Lucienne did not dare to think that she would get away from her husband her of her previous life her.
She said she wasn’t even an opponent she could defeat by brute force.
‘Really, like a mother to me…’
Because she felt that he was sincere.
‘They’re trying to turn me into a vulgar, lewd, irredeemable bitch… ?’
It will be a happy married life. It will be different from the future you dreamed of, but you will be able to enjoy it sooner or later. Furthermore, the mother and daughter and the maid will show courtesy side by side and even fight to serve the man who rules over me.
‘No, this smell is too strong…’
But she couldn’t let go. Lucienne let out a mixture of hiccups and moans from time to time in her giddy mind her.
‘But…’
The Lady of the Winter Stone was not particularly obsessed with the same sex. Lust for her mother and her exclusive handmade her was only because they deserved it. Lucienne Le Mohan was not at all a vessel to be courted by her gender.
Even so, the reason she indulged only women all along was fear or disgust.
The memory of the day Gerard Le Moin became a super-corpse was deeply rooted as she was helpless against the scum that she tried to hand over her mother her for the safety of her family her. To such an extent that she could not overcome it even after she encountered the mystery and succeeded in assassinating him.
But what about this man?
Rom Dior, he was different from those who came to him because of his mere background or appearance his. He was a husband who wandered around in search of a land where he could settle down, and he did not give up on me just because he was a family member and a wife, even though he was treated so harshly and brutally.
‘But, if it’s you, fine…’
In fact, he was a superman who suddenly appeared as the antipode of his disillusioned father. He was a person who had destroyed Lucienne’s notion her throughout his life her, which had been concluded that all men were like that. That seemingly trivial yet huge change aroused her young lady’s sincere affection for her.
‘Do as you please. The more dishonest I am, the more severe the punishment and discipline. A female of your taste, color it with a slut cockhouse…’
So Lucienne Lemoant drew in her breath even more deeply. The more her head her became dizzy, the more she became his her. Realizing herself, she lifted her hands from her lap her. She, who would be her husband in both her past and present lives, grabbed his leg her and clung to him.
‘Lucienne is a fucking slut who is crazy about the West…’
To express love without words.
