Chapter 152 – 15. Reception (2)
The moment of pleasure ends like a thunderbolt. There are not many people who can sublimate the time that passes in the blink of an eye into eternity. Of course, Baron Romuald of Ardennes proved his qualifications by overcoming the hardships and trials given to him.
That’s why he was happy to enjoy a taste that all men would envy in the underground harem of the Winter Mansion. He met a beautiful aristocratic mother and daughter as his new bride his, and was enjoying the service of a loyal maid before the feeling of conquest faded.
“Master, you worked hard today…”
The maid, with straight chestnut hair flowing down, was kneeling naked. She sat down in a chair near the fireplace and worked hard for the afterglow of the baron. At one time, I wrapped my breasts, which I thought were cumbersome, softly wrapped around his things and massaged them.
“I’ll entertain you with the udders of a concubine…”
Rom smiled and nodded without a word. The breast, which is difficult to say whether you can hold it with both hands, let alone one hand, has a special taste. Not only did it cover half of my penis, which was as vicious as a thick snake, but it was also very elastic.
Françoise, who put her long, thin hand around her chest her, moved in earnest.
At first, he lowered his head and started dripping clear saliva. Then, gently apply pressure with both hands to the sides. As it was, he pushed the penis in the breast bone tightened to the fullest, adding a different stimulation.
“Ah, that’s good.”
“Do you like it?”
“Very well. From now on, I’ll definitely have to breastfeed you.”
Françoise smiled as if it was an honor. He made a pleasant noise as he pressed his lips against the urethra of the glans of her. The action was so despicable that even Rom, who had violated mother and daughter to the fullest, was furious again.
“Just give me orders at any time. Your concubine will always serve you with all your heart and soul, without losing your duty as the head of the household.”
“He is a good boy.”
The maid’s sincere flattery was the most pleasant to hear. Rome stretched out a large hand and gently caressed Françoise’s head her. When your pet did a great job, it responded with a feeling of praise.
“By the way, Françoise.”
“… Yeah?”
“Ah, you can take a break for a while, so look into my eyes.”
The naive concubine tilted back her head, which she had been inclined to offer an obscene kiss. Beneath the night-glazed hair of her, she stared at her master of her, blinking her eyes that glittered like pumpkins and like gold. That innocent look was so rousing to lust that I felt like slapping her on the cheek or spitting out curses at any moment.
“Today was truly a monumental day, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, very much.”
“After thinking about it while feeling lukewarm pleasure from the lower body like this, I thought it wouldn’t be bad to end the affair like this. But as I sit still and watch your dedication, I suddenly have that kind of wish.”
Rom moved his hand from the top of the maid’s head to her cheek. I sympathized with it by carefully sweeping it down, which was fine and soft without a single downy hair. He truly loved the concubine who was comforting him while wrapping around his bulging penis her in his voluptuous chest her.
“So, feel free to call me by my first name.”
“Ah…”
“With affection, try to treat your husband as an equal, not a grown-up of a different level. We don’t know what it looks like from the outside, but we’re a couple. I definitely want to let you know that I am not in a higher position or you are in a lower position.”
Françoise, who quickly turned her gaze to the side of her, blushed as if she was embarrassed. She didn’t hesitate to volunteer with her big breasts making a clicking sound, but it was funny. I couldn’t easily try the current request, probably because I was embarrassed.
“You are so naughty…”
“I will not force you. If that’s the case, you can’t say they’re equal anymore.”
The maid, who was deliberately conflicted, cautiously moved her gaze to her. Rome’s appearance his, which he felt intimidating every time he looked up from below, was now too familiar, probably because of his scarred appearance his. Suddenly, it was proof that I loved him.
“Ro, Romuald…”
Françoise mustered up courage and spoke in a small voice. With his bright amber eyes shining under his long eyelashes, he called the man whom he had called the owner all day friendly.
“If that’s the case… ?”
The shy look was very cute. It was a sensuous atmosphere to the extent that objects that had been gradually weakened by relieving lust became rigid again. As her penis her, which had no intention of shrinking at all, twitched, she, who was happy inside her, bruised her lips before she pursed.
“Hey, it’s grown again…?”
“Stop being worse than I expected.”
“A real pervert…”
“Yeah, you have a lot of trouble because of me.”
Rome replied with a smirk. As if they were an ordinary couple from the beginning, they had a light conversation and enjoyed the heated air. The awkward feeling was only for a moment, and what came after that was the overwhelming reward of a deeper relationship.
“Ugh, no…”
Françoise shook her head and kissed the glans sticking out of my breastbone. With a hearty, deep Gallian kiss, he suggested that even if it wasn’t obedience, he could do his best her. Furthermore, I spit it out in the hope of conveying the happiness I was feeling to him.
“I love serving you. When my body makes a request, I want to live up to expectations with actions appropriate to it. It’s not because I have other dark feelings, but because it’s just my innate personality, I want to be a faithful wife to my devoted husband…”
It doesn’t matter if it’s a concubine or a concubine.
“Then, can you follow my wishes and call me more affectionately?”
“Yeah, yeah…”
Françoise Ardennes, the baron’s third wife, was pointless in order. Perhaps because of her longing for her her lost father her when she was young, the woman who longed for such a noble knight became a married couple with her ideal type her as she had dreamed.
I want nothing more.
“Hey honey…”
Rom covered his face with the hand he was playing with and laughed out loud. I was able to realize that this kind of reaction comes out when a person is faced with an unbearably lovely sight. So, holding Françoise’s shoulders gently with both hands, he whispered.
“Umm, I want to eat it like crazy. I want to humiliate you after whipping your ass every time you fuck me with a rough and violent hand. Apparently, my intention is to be a male who dominates you, even from the perspective of a husband, not an adult.”
That was the beginning. Intoxicated with affection, the man and woman nodded, feeling the lust that soon spread naturally. Even in an equal relationship, the husband confessed his desire to his wife, as if the tendency to pursue immoral pleasure did not change, and the wife reciprocated to her husband her.
“Anyway, if you want…”
Pleasure sometimes goes deeper in a mental exchange than a physical one. Rome, holding Françoise’s hair with a very satisfied expression, looked at her and asked. She asked for opinions on whether it could be used to soothe an alter ego that flinched as if it were about to explode.
“Are you okay?”
“Of course, as an adult and as a husband, you are always welcome…”
Naturally, of course, it was a rumor.
* * *
It was a few hours before sunrise. About ten people were missing from the crowd that sang and danced happily in the square. Wearing jet-black robes to hide in the dark, and with their backs to bonfires and starlight, their true identities were dancers.
The Petrified Clan, a real assassination organization feared even by the outlaws of the Wild West.
The women, who wore thick clothes to withstand the cold of the bitter frozen ground, were quick to select only those with skills. Considering that it was an operation in a different environment than usual, his skills were at their peak thanks to dancing throughout the day.
“The third floor of the mansion is the baron’s bedroom. Rumor has it that the captain is no less powerful than the sea of stars, so don’t hesitate to kill him as soon as you enter.”
“Since we just got married today, the girl should be with us, so wouldn’t it be easier to take her hostage first?”
“You never know again. Because you’re newlyweds If the guy who thought it would be okay to hit his wife again dares to run away, it becomes a headache. We have an advantage in numbers anyway, so let’s make a quick raid and finish it off.”
The dancers, each holding a curved dagger in each hand, moved to an uninhabited place. I instantly grasped the structure of the winter mansion ahead, and after calculating three or four routes, I distributed the number of people. As expected of an operative trying to assassinate a tycoon, he tried to fly by using a bracelet containing expensive floating magic.
“You’d better quit, gentlemen.”
Until a man appeared out of nowhere and quenched his thirst with a wine bottle full of wine and spoke to me.
“Hot! How?”
The women of the Seokhwadan could not hide their embarrassment. Still, he quickly changed his stance his, as if he were an elite member of the historic assassination squad, but the uninvited guest with a sullen expression showed a calm expression even as one of the dancers thrust a knife into his neck his.
“What are you!”
“I’m just a wanderer passing by…”
The man responded in an aloof manner. The women were dumbfounded and let out a laugh, but for some reason they were overwhelmed by his spirit and cautiously approached. Although their physical strength was unusual, they immediately shared their opinions, befitting the skilled members of the Seokhwadan, who were at a loss when it came to targeting vital points with blades.
“Do you think he is crazy?”
“Sister, how are you doing?”
“Shall we kill it first, put the body aside for a while, and collect it later?”
“I can’t take that risk. Let one person stay and watch and continue the rest of the mission. It won’t be too late to dispose of it after you return.”
Nine women scattered, starting with the leader who made a quick decision. Breathing magic into the bracelet again, it quietly floated into the air, and cautiously entered through the window of an empty room on the third floor of the mansion or on a chestnut table.
“Whew, this is so…”
The man who called himself a wanderer sighed and muttered.
“When people talk, pretend to listen.”
“Stay still, if you open your mouth one more time, I’ll cut you.”
“Mmm.”
The wanderer raised his hands and closed his mouth. The dancer, who frowned at his bad leisure her, watched closely and cheered her colleagues who had entered the mansion before long. And as soon as they set foot inside the room, I was shocked to see them collapsing.
“What, what?”
The light of the bracelet that wrapped around the dancers, exuding subtle magical energy, suddenly went out. The last assassin, who was astonished at the phenomenon he had never heard of or reported, asked in surprise at the wanderer he was holding hostage.
“Why is everyone doing that all of a sudden!”
“A spell that is supposed to be cast when an uninvited guest does something hostile. It’s the skill of an occultist that can’t even be imitated with decent skills. I don’t know who it is, but it’s really great.”
“Poems, occultists?”
The drifter nodded. Being from a prestigious family in the middle of the country and trying to leave a present for his younger brother before leaving the east, he was, of course, Emilien.
“Yes, mystic.”
“So what are we going to do now?”
“You’re screwed, what?”
“… !”
Even now, friendly men are pleasant.
