Chapter 55 – 5. Mother and Daughter in Crisis (5)
Early in the morning, Marcel Poincaré of the Lucerne Chamber quietly visited the citadel.
“These are the items you ordered. I had a lot of trouble trying to find it in one night…”
In a fortress surrounded by mountains, there is only one place to connect without going through a checkpoint. This passageway, whose existence is known only to a small number of people involved, was a place used only for secretly dispatching messengers in case of emergency.
“Show me.”
Françoise, the lady’s exclusive lady-in-waiting, who disappeared in simple casual clothes and thick robes, spoke quietly. I listened to the explanation from Marcel, the branch manager, who took out his bag with his back to the light streaming from the exit of the cold and dark alley.
“First, it is a Vedic sleeping pill from Britannia. It’s something that will explode in the blink of an eye if you ingest just a speck of dust.”
The first thing introduced was a transparent glass workpiece. More precisely, it was a white powder wrapped in expensive filter paper inside a handicraft. Marcel introduced the next item, adding that he would have to pay a penny in Rosengart gold coins for a quantity that would not be more than a handful.
“The following is a Hellas pendulum necklace made of pure silver. As you are well aware, even the so-called wizards, from sorcerers to shamans and occultists, turn to this tool when they need to hypnotize. Unlike hints with ordinary canes, it leaves no traces and shows an outstanding appearance in fine adjustment.”
Even in the pitch-black darkness, the shiny silver pendulum, which contained a small amount of light, fell with a chirping sound. Fortunately, it was not scattered on the floor because of the iron line, but Françoise was not very happy with the tool that could destroy a person’s mind if handled incorrectly.
“It is something that needs to be handled with care. Please handle it carefully.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“What about the others?”
Marcel took many other orders out of her bag her. Poison that is said to be punishable by death just by possession, a dagger of an old witch known to be used to usurp the soul, brainwashing magic scrolls developed for military purposes, and all adult items developed by a group of obscene pleasures.
“That is all. In the case of the mistletoe wand you requested last, there is no way to get it anymore in Gaul because the only maker in Korea has disappeared. If you give us a little more time, we will import and send it to you in the near future.”
“Yes, then please send it by mail.”
“How would you like to pay?”
“To the Imperial Bank account, as always.”
Of course, the Imperial Bank that Françoise was referring to was Rus, the enemy of the Kingdom of Gaul. No one would dare to think that the daughter of a margrave family guarding the border would have hidden slush funds in a hostile country.
“And the lady asked me to tell you this too. He said it was a very wise move not to mention his name her to the knights of the High House.”
“Is this what you mean?”
“Go back now. Don’t forget to be careful not to be noticed by others.”
“Thank you for using us every time.”
Nodding, even though he wasn’t the person involved, Marcel bowed his head as if he was welcoming the lady of the Marquis and went back the way he had come earlier. Left behind, Françoise broke through the darkness of the aisle and waited for him to disappear, then finally turned around and left.
After that, I spoke to the owner of the Winter Stone, who was clenching his nails nervously with his back leaning against the cold bricks in the hallway outside the fortress where the light streamed in.
“I’m back, miss.”
“Good job.”
The entrance to the passageway, where even guards rarely pass, disappeared without a trace as soon as one of the rocks was pressed. Françoise, who brushed off the dust from her robe, soon showed the items she had received from Marcel one by one.
“They couldn’t find a mistletoe staff. It seems that the only person in Korea who knows how to make it has disappeared. Instead, they asked for a little more time since we can import products that have been distributed overseas.”
“So, what did you say?”
“I said I knew, and then I told you to send it by mail.”
“Well done. Even if it’s not right now, it’s something you’ll need someday.”
Lucienne, who had barely finished her words, closed her eyes tightly. Leaning her back slightly, he caressed the obsidian ring on her index finger her desperately. Even during this conversation, she was taking over the senses her mother must have felt in the womb of the beautiful winter stone, so it was more foolish to assume that the gun blocking would work perfectly with her clumsy magic her.
“Heheh, well…”
It’s been a while since she changed, and the underwear inside her dress was already covered with love juice. Unlike her mother her, her body her, which did not know men, was therefore helpless in the face of repeated climaxes, and if it had not been for some degree of antipathy, it was clear that her trembling her would have broken her legs her.
“Are you okay, lady?”
“Did you tell your mother that she wants you to have a tea party today?”
“Yes, just before coming here.”
“So you said you would?”
“You even told me to see you in the same place.”
“Hey, but why are you still fucking me…”
Lucienne slowly straightened her back. After roughly shaking off Françoise’s hand that she was trying to support me, she said that she could stand up alone, and began to take one step at a time.
“A Greek pendulum?”
“Ah, here.”
“Take the rest to your room.”
Taking her silver pendulum with a wire attached to it, she asked Françoise. From here on out, it meant that it was an area where he would step out on his own. Hey, if a maid like me were to attend the tea party she had arranged to have some time alone, some people might wonder.
“Are you really okay?”
“Stop talking and go.”
Unlike its appearance, Lemoang Fort has many eyes. Of course, she has to be careful with her behavior.
“Anyway, with just one of these, everything will be over in the morning.”
Even though today will be the last day.
* * *
In her change-back bedroom, Aurianne Le Moin, sucking hard on her glans with puckered lips, glanced at her clock on her wall. It was because lately, she had a few refreshments with her daughter her, with whom she had become very close.
“Do you care?”
“Umm, side…”
If it’s not written, it’s obviously a lie. Because her daughter was the one who served her man her with all her heart and sincerity her at the place of her promise that might come at any time. However, even in broad daylight, she was reborn as a knight’s cockhouse instead of a Marquis Countess, and now she knew what her immorality her was.
“Ugh, no…”
The thought that she might be caught by her precious daughter her rather became a seasoning that fueled her pleasure her. The thought that the cheeky girl’s cock dripper did not dare to do her job her and only asked for the consideration of her master her reminded me of the word disloyalty.
“All I have to worry about is the West’s satisfaction…”
Oriane offered her lips and acted aegyo. She picked up the teacup she had left at Rom’s feet and brought it in front of her erect phallus. It contained traces of previous love affairs, and was filled with cum.
“Anyway, if you do as you command, it won’t be much different from getting caught…”
Rom smiled and nodded. Meanwhile, my beautiful female buried her face her under her scrotum her and sniffed at her. As he meticulously licked his wrinkled parts of her with his tongue, he showed a great image of being aware of where he was given a seat.
“Then shall we continue until her daughter arrives?”
Oriane hesitated for a moment at the teasing question, then shook her head horizontally.
“Ugh, no…”
The beloved margrave’s wife could certainly be said to be the perfect prisoner of the knight. Even if it was, I was in a state of mind enough to gladly obey the order to show my vulgar and lewd nature to everyone.
“Don’t be so mean…”
However, the one and only daughter, that Lucienne Lemoang, praised as the winter stone of the North.
“Because I will work harder…”
She never lost her motherly love for her in spite of the series of pleasures she had, and she struggled to give her more intense stimulation. Rom, who became the ideal type that perfectly suited my desires, tried to finish the embarrassing tryst until her daughter arrived with words and actions only for that man.
“I guess it’s important how hard you work?”
Oriane purred her lips as she respectfully placed her hands on her lap her. And with that as a starting point, she learned from Rome and finished preparations to draw out his circumstances one by one using the method she had learned herself.
“The frozen land is cold. First of all, why don’t you enjoy it with a warm mouth so that Seo Bang-sama’s cock won’t catch a cold?”
“It’s not bad, but then I won’t hear you whisper dirty words.”
“Then I’ll make you happy by offering you a lewd confession…”
“Hmm?”
What Rome was interested in was, of course, her obscene language. Upon discovering her beloved’s positive response her, Mrs. Baek immediately smiled and whispered.
“Yes, Mr. West? Actually, I want to be heard too. Well, isn’t it a family’s honor to be a cock dripper for a dignified man like Seo Bang? What else do you need if you can serve this big dick and always be by his side?”
I didn’t even ask, but the hand toward the crack soon began to make a dirty sound.
“Can you see the saliva in my mouth? Seeing this makes other things better. It becomes impossible to even think. It’s like magic that imprints the theme of a woman to the point where you’re happy just by looking at it.”
Oriane’s hand movements gradually accelerated. The fact that she was still in her tight and dense vagina she remained the same, but her trysts her over the past few days had turned her into a body that could only go to the man in front of her.
“It would be nice if Lucienne knew this kind of joy too. But no matter how much I love that child, I won’t tell you this happiness. It’s okay. That kid will never know the satisfaction of being a sucker for Mr. Seo for the rest of his life.”
She wants him Only this man can please himself. And he can rule Oriane Lemoien is by Rom Dior.
“Because I want to be alone…”
On the other hand, so the knight could be sure.
“As a woman, I can serve her much better than he did… ” …”
It wasn’t long before he could get his hands on Lemoang’s mother and daughter.
“So, Orianne Lemoang is yours…”
Lucienne Lemoang will soon be like that too.
