Chapter 226 – 22. The Ardennes Harem (6)
The mouth movements of the dancers were not bad. The pleasure was considerable in that the two girls with distinct features and exotic beauty knelt on their left and right and devoted themselves. But what made her feel better than anything else was her wife, who learned to understand her husband’s heart through her long experience.
Lucienne Lemoang, a house that deserves the expression of true love.
The noble young lady’s tongue went in and out of humble places. Even then, there was no feeling of uncleanness, so I clung to it more devotedly. She gently licked and tickled the part where her prostate was located, as if she was trying to help Seobang-sama, who was enjoying herself, with utmost sincerity.
Soon after, the scrotum she was holding with both hands trembled, and by the time she prepared for ejaculation, she held it softly and massaged it. At the same time, she finished by pressing down on the most sensitive part with her deeply tucked tongue.
“Ah, dog bitches.”
Rom roughly grabbed Jimena and Amisha’s hair. It seemed that the two dancers, who were good at beauty, couldn’t adapt to the things the baron had at all. Not a little surprised, but the fascinated eyes proved that fact.
‘It’s hot and big…’
‘Ah, how could it be so vicious.’
The ferociously swollen cock gave off a strong male scent. That thick body odor was a scent that would attract all females, and led the two of them, who had been submissive to live, to fall more and more deeply into it.
‘I don’t think I can win, no woman…’
‘The only thing I can say is that he’s very manly…’
The females, intoxicated with the strange atmosphere, showed off their horny faces with reddish faces. He served by licking the thick pillar with his tongue. Every time that happened, the pouring cum filled the large-capacity glass tube on the floor.
‘Haa, it seems to control my brain.’
‘Now I understand, the reason why a noble lady who has nothing to regret is serving this man with all her heart…’
Jimena politely put her hands on her navel. Amisha politely corrected her slightly disheveled posture. Respect for the baron was deeply permeated into the consciousness of the two skilled assassins and skilled dancers.
A handsome face, tall stature, broad shoulders, an extremely trained body, a symbol of a natural male, and even the energy reminiscent of a stallion.
Even a hero appearing in the mythology of Manusi, a wandering people, would not be more dignified than this. Thus, the two women, who were downgraded from decent people to tools used for masturbation, began to get used to being treated worse than slaves or livestock.
“Stop, here.”
How much time has passed The glass tube was filled with more than 10 pints of beer. It was a harmony created by the three elements of ancient relics, the mystery that can handle them, and the originally strong body.
“Lucienne, bring me something to drink.”
“Yes, I will be back soon.”
The young lady got up and left the room in a hurry. In the meantime, Rom had sealed the glass tube and put it away near the desk. He then slumped back in a chair to have fun until his thirst was quenched, and he lightly stepped on the faces of Himena and Amisha with the soles of his feet.
“It’s a reward, bitches.”
The soles of the baron’s feet pushed the two together. They humiliated him by slapping them all over the face, from the forehead to the nose to the chin. However, no one dared to rebel against such brutal treatment. It is the owner’s freedom to use the given tool.
“Masturbate while poking vulgarly.”
Jimena followed her orders by licking Rome’s feet. With her right hand, she flicked her clitoris, and with her left, she writhed into her wet vagina.
“Aww, ha ha…”
Amisha thrust in her soft, easy-to-slap cheek. In addition, she teased herself the holes in front and behind her with the middle fingers of both hands.
“Heh, hehe…”
She really liked the risqué chords. She was such that she would have been willing to look upon her favorably, had it not been for the bitches who had hurt her precious concubine. Your admirable attitude must have tempered this wrath.
“The Manusi bitch doesn’t taste bad either.”
“Thank you, yes…”
“Glory, hey, this is…”
The juices of the two dancers dripped onto the floor. Meanwhile, Lucienne, who had brought a jug of water and a china cup on her silver platter, lowered herself beside her chair and offered them. Thirsty from a long ejaculation, Rom took over her role while she quenched her thirst.
“I’ll borrow the rug bitches for a while.”
Pouring out a glass of cold water, he nodded silently. Then Lucienne summoned Jimena, who was burying her wavy hair around her mouth. Gently closing her eyes, she called out to Amisha, who was absorbed in her humiliating masturbation.
“Why don’t you come and help, bitches?”
“Ah yes…”
“Hey, what can I do?”
The young lady frowned at the two people’s sluggish attitude and let go of her anger. I couldn’t show rudeness in front of Seobangnim, so I decided what to do with the attitude that I would skip it just this time. Jimena moved her glass coffin to where the other dancers were restrained, and Amisha soon helped her with her witchcraft, and so on.
“Slightly soak the tips of the needle needles here in pink reagent No. 1 and green reagent No. 4.”
Glancing at her baron’s gaze, Jimena took a handful of her needles and dipped them into her reagent without saying a word. Amisha, on the other hand, was hesitant to see if Lucienne recognized the identity of the solution she spoke of because of her witchcraft prowess. Seeing this, the young lady was sneering and obedient, but was not willing to follow.
“How stupid can this asshole be so he can’t even do what he’s told to do?”
“Yeah, but the reagent you said…”
The identity of the fluorescence-bearing solutions was an irreversible drug. Indigo with a subtle pink color and viscosity was once a common drug used in Changgwan in the western continent. It was a product that was effective even if you put a lot of water in a place like a bathtub and dripped a drop.
‘It was discarded because it was too strong even when diluted…’
The side with ominous green color and elasticity was a raw material that was studied in the medical field in the past. Paradoxically, it had the side effect of desensitizing the surrounding nerves.
‘It’s said that if injected into a paralyzed area, it necrotizes the nerves around it.’
Due to its powerful efficacy and excessive side effects, it is a defective product that cannot be used even for torture. It was only natural for her to be frightened at being told to bury something like poison. Especially if you don’t know how tenacious the mystic of the frozen land is.
“Sure, shall we teach our frightened Amisha a lesson?”
“Yes… ?”
“As our bitch predicted, the pink reagent is a drug popular in Gaul a few years ago. Excite the bitches and make them feel so-and-so. Of course, your body won’t be able to withstand it if you use it as it is.”
Jimena, who had been soaking the needle somewhat indifferently, hesitated after hearing her story. She began to be careful not to splash the reagent just in case. They seemed to think they didn’t need to worry because they were the exception anyway.
“I slightly improved the green reagent. I paid attention to its dual function of restoring and destroying the nervous system. By adjusting the concentration and administering continuously, it is possible to amplify and transmit only specific sensations.”
It was a pitiful delusion. After Himena took her wet needle, Lucienne squeezed her breast and penetrated her nipple. The other nipple and clitoris were also poked in until the dancer, who could not even resist due to being careless, belatedly realized the situation.
“Black, hot… !”
Before long, the strength in the beautiful dancer’s legs was relieved. He sat down and breathed heavily, his pupils wide open. Lucienne, who was watching the scene again, picked up one of her magic cores that she introduced earlier and put it in her mouth.
“Don’t worry. I won’t die.”
“That, like that…”
“I’ll tie himena up with a rope over there, and you’ll do it last after the other bitches finish cooking. It won’t be as hell as you thought. That’s right, I can’t come back with the same body as before.”
The young lady, her lips twitching, pushed the remaining needle needles to the side of the desk. It meant Amisha’s share. Because I couldn’t show mercy to the women who touched my lover with that drug alone.
“First of all, we will feed everyone with magic cores so that they can kill their minds and use them as familiars at any time. A bitch who doesn’t listen will just kill her personality and make it easy for Seo-bang to play with. Besides, I need to eat this seed too. Plants grow that dissolve the digestive system and make it only possible to nourish it in a special way. Since there is nothing to eat, there is no need to pack anything messy, and you will be able to maintain a clean body for the rest of your life.”
“T, if you say it’s a special way… ?”
“Puhuh, in case someone isn’t an asshole, let’s look at the stupid way of asking.”
High-quality wood had a shape memory function, so it was a good use to imitate the baron’s things. The jewel-like glittering mineral was for pleasure, not excretion, and was a suitable plug for the hole to be degenerated.
All the tools scattered everywhere were like that.
It was only for that purpose. Not to mention, even the magical essence that flowed in a white and muddy color in a large-capacity glass tube had a specific purpose. That jism, which any female who serves the Baron or anyone who is sensitive to magic will covet, was the only staple food of the nine dancers as of today.
“It’s okay, will it suit your taste?”
“Ahhh…”
“Since you are also a shaman, you can see it when you look at it, right? That sweet essence overflowing with unbelievable magic power.”
“But, anyway…”
The important thing wasn’t that. It was true that the fate left to the proud nine dancers of the Seokhwadan was a path full of immorality. In exchange for the sinful karma of killing, he was willing to serve Romuald, Baron of Ardennes, and fall.
An existence that cannot and should not be denied.
“Amisha.”
Hearing Rome’s low voice, Amisha was taken aback.
“Are there any problems?”
She looked at him sitting on the chair with her chin on her chin, and reflexively shook her head at the short question. She lowered her body calmly, bemoaning the fact that she was already naked and could not take off her clothes and show her respect. She indicated her nonresistance by bending one knee and placing her palms on the floor.
“No, Baron.”
There is nothing wrong.
“The stupid toilet bitch presumed to think for a while.”
The green-eyed shaman with black hair straightened up again.
“This will be the year that I live with gratitude for the cum you gave me.”
