Chapter 54 – 5. Mother and Daughter in Crisis (4)
A tea party in the morning, an official business in the afternoon, and a tryst in the evening.
Oriane Lemoang’s schedule was busier than usual. Her main job her, domestic affairs, was unprecedentedly leisurely, but her body her, full of impatience, couldn’t stand lust for two days.
“Chuup, chuhuu…”
Lips glistening with rouge sipped her saliva and embraced her glans her. She sent all of her maids out at the same time as she left work early, and found Rome’s room that way. She pretended not to know because the sun hadn’t set yet, she used polite words, she silently took off her clothes in front of him, she folded her clothes and bowed her head.
“Your skills are getting better and better.”
“Chuuuuu…” …”
It was a sign of willingness to surrender unconditionally. It meant that he would not simply discuss absolute obedience in words, but he would show it in action. So, just after three o’clock, Mrs. Baek became naked and knelt on her knees, devotedly serving the man who was my vassal.
“Oriane, what do you do when you think I’m going to ejaculate?”
“Shit…”
The way her saliva her dripped down her chin her was a vulgar bitch, but Rome’s cockhouse wife needed to show off a more vulgar and lewd appearance than that. Orianne, who apologized for taking a break from service with her affectionate kiss her, soon smiled at her and opened her mouth.
“I try to give you a sense of conquest while looking straight into the eyes of Mr. Seo. If you are serving as my mouth, I express my affection by making a heart shape with both hands, and if you are being eaten with my lower pussy, I whisper erotic words with a charming moan.”
“I remember it well.”
“Ugh, hehe…”
The inside of the wife’s mouth her, which was covered with her saliva and shells her, was therefore an excellent masturbation tool. Aiming her large phallus at the female, Rom looked down at her Oriane, smacking the fluid on her tongue.
Any truly submissive female would know what to do in a situation like this.
“Please…”
Surprisingly, my wife, who had undone my hair, divided it into two parts and handed it to me. It was a hint that if her handle her was necessary, she would use it by grabbing her hair her. Her golden, dazzling blonde hair her was not only aesthetically pleasing, but also strong and durable, making it perfect for pulling.
“I will serve you with love…”
Rome, taking over her Orianne’s hair, spat at her with a satisfied face. Even though she would normally regard it as an insult, she had the mindset to regard it as a reward for the Marquis, who was subordinated to the knight here.
With a bang!
Before long, Rom, pulling the female’s hair as hard as he could, began to shuttle back and forth. She forcibly squeezed her throat, which could hardly be opened, and trampled it like a rape. Because of her lack of breath her, she took pleasure in chanting and taking her lofty aristocratic woman literally.
Oriane plunged her face deep into the bush and hugged her rom’s leg her. Even if she fainted, she fulfilled her role as a sleazy, lecherous motherfucker, as if she would not back down unless he obeyed his orders her.
Cry, cry
It was her struggle that she couldn’t even swallow half of it just a few days ago. Even if it was an item that had shrunk significantly due to successive circumstances, it was almost impossible to hold most of it as it is now. However, Oriane, who made it possible only with her affection and obedience to her Roman her, succeeded in inducing her to ejaculate.
“Hueup, Puhaa…”
The make-up messed up by her thick tears, her breath thick like cigarette smoke and the semen that filled her mouth, and Orianer Le Moang, who wants to take a break from her delayed breathing, but endures it while watching her master’s notice her.
The deputy lord of the northern border of Gaul was like that.
“Don’t swallow yet.”
Now, being reborn as a female that no one can deny, she knew it as an honor.
“Just put it in your mouth and smile.”
Following her command her with her coquettish glance, she waited for her next order. After that, Rome continued to make him play with his ejaculated cum her. At first, he simply held it in his mouth her and made it make various expressions, but later he made it tightly clamped between his teeth her while mumbling.
“Chew well.”
It was crazy for Oriane, who had been anxious around the climax all night from the previous day.
“Okay, now swallow.”
And permission finally fell off.
Klopp, Klopp.
She held out her mouth as proof that she had swallowed every drop of her ejaculate with difficulty. She saved the saliva Rom spat out in the sense that she had done well, and she spat it out in a shudder of immorality, like the wife of the sensual novel she had read shortly after meeting him.
“How was your mouth today, Mr. Seo?”
“It’s good to see you getting better day by day.”
“Ugh, thank you for always excreting…”
Where in the world is there a woman who is happy to be treated with such a noble status? Oriane bowed her head slightly in greeting. Madam Marquis, who longed for the pleasure of being quickly and savagely violated, showed that she would obey no matter what, just like her yesterday’s oath her.
“Well, I can do anything for you…”
“Then, shall we hear what we can do specifically?”
It was a good attitude for Rome. Being a master and servant in a relationship that transcends everyday life like a decadent game was like a reward to him. Even so, in her past life, when she was suffering, she was the one who couldn’t bear to touch her with her morals and conscience even though she suffered so much.
Not anymore.
A loyal knight rules even the wife I used to serve. Because that was the desire of a woman who gave her life to her, she would enjoy a lot of immorality that she could n’t do in the past, just like the exchange diary that does not fade even in her memories of her.
“For instance, she could confess in front of her husband’s grave her.”
In the same vein, Oriane’s flowering has only just begun. The secret the knight who had entrusted himself to her frozen land her shared with her benevolent wife her was not so small.
“Your companion, Mrs. Marquis, is gone now. Here’s Oriane Lemoyen, who became a cum dripper for my knight. Because she went out with such a cheeky female, in the end, this frozen land will belong to Mr. Rom, my real Mr. West…”
She was once a barter-maid, but today she is nothing more than a vulgar and lewd mother-in-law.
“I can offer everything in the north. Become your own puppet. I will be your mother-in-law’s mother-in-law who secretly serves her son-in-law who is married to her daughter her. If, by her actions her, the child offends the West, I will be punished for misbehaving her child’s education her.”
The main premise was the engagement between Rome and Lucienne. Even in the midst of throwing off my everything, her daughter’s existence was extremely worrisome. And that meant, in other words, that she had been tamed enough to give anything but the comfort of Lucienne.
“Actually, it’s pointless to ask what you can do. It only matters what the West wants to do. Also, I am a wife. I’m Mr. Rom’s lovely motherfucker. How could a bitch cum dripper like me argue with your opinion?”
Of course, it’s about being in a relationship with love. If I had a particular taste, I could have cultivated myself in that direction. Occasionally, to give the pleasure of trampling on a woman of a noble status, he could do a venomous aristocratic woman situation play, and even in everyday life, he could live with sperm juice so as not to forget his duty.
“Even if you leave me and don’t visit me for a long time, I will keep my incision until the day I die. If I don’t think I’m fit for the position of a royal wife, I’m prepared to become a concubine, an even more humble one-night stand, and a tool for self-defense where such a personality is not allowed .”
“You will always be my wife, Oriane.”
“Then what more do I need? You are the one who wiped out the heavy burden of this life and even freed me. That’s a rumor You are my faith You don’t have to ask anything else, just give your order.”
These are things that have already been practiced or proved that they can be practiced.
“Is it okay if I demote you and take away your status?”
“As long as I can be laid under the feet of Mr. West…”
“Would it be okay if I made them learn more vulgar words and act like prostitutes?”
“If it’s to make West’s wish come true…”
“Is it okay if I release my anger from a harsh place on you?”
“As long as the anger of the West can be relieved…”
Of course, Rom Dior doesn’t treat Orianne Lemoang carelessly. Even if she despises me and treats me like the Lucienne of her former life. In fact, she took my knight as her faith her, and vice versa.
Could there be a more perfect mutual servitude than this?
There were so many things I wanted to do. However, in order to do so, it was necessary to first tame the Marquis Lady’s habit of targeting her own mother her. Only then would Rome and Oriane be able to do many things.
“Then, there’s something you need to do for me.”
“Yes, Mr. West…”
Submission and obedience.
“Just give me orders…”
Fall and fall.
“Your wife is waiting…”
And from violation to immorality.
* * *
Eight hours.
It was only after eight hours had passed that I could barely get out of the hell of pleasure. Lucienne, who was on the verge of dehydration from sweating and squirting her juices all day, went out as soon as she quenched her throat with a warm drink.
“Whoa, whoa…”
“Ah, lady…”
“Okay, take the ring from the third drawer over there…”
Françoise, her maid who frantically carried her drinks her, rummaged in the drawer she pointed to, just as her master her had said. A ring made of obsidian was perfect for first aid in the current situation, as the raw stone had the power to block mana.
“Here you are.”
“Kuheussok, I can’t get up because my back is out…”
“I will cover it for you.”
How the hell did this happen Dior’s invincible knight has a great reputation, but that’s probably only for nothing. Even so, the ignorant swordsman destroyed the trap I had set and, conversely, even entangled me.
A result that is too coincidental to be a coincidence.
Wise people do not blame themselves for their failures because they were unlucky. At first glance, Lucienne Le Moin said that although she seemed hot-tempered, she was always a cool-headed woman in the face of important matters. Even if she did not know her method, she admitted that my plan had failed, and she opened her mouth.
“Bijou, I think we need to revise our plans.”
“I guess…”
There was nothing to be disappointed about. Because the means and methods of taming people are overflowing.
Above all, she was an occultist. Lucienne Lemoant, the foremost mystic of northern Gaul.
“If parasitism as a familiar doesn’t work, it’s okay to use other methods…”
The lady of the Marquis, who did not give up, scratched the surface of the ring on her index finger and drew a fine magic circle. She then succeeded in shutting off all her senses of her with her barely remaining magic power of her, and after barely taking care of herself, she prepared to go on a revenge battle.
Although she was defeated in the first battle, she had no intention of losing the war.
