Chapter 12 – 1. Covenant Night (2)
A day has passed since I led my daily life, conscious of my empty fingers. Feeling a certain fever in the chill of the snowy night, Oriane took off her clothes, blushing. Leaving only her corset and garter belt as her cinch, she grabbed the shoulder straps of her dress in a small rebellion and dropped them.
Squeak.
The windows of the room prepared for the guests were tightly closed so that no wind leaked through, so it boasted of tranquility even in noisy weather like today. As for the sound that flowed into the ears of the two men and women staying indoors, it was all songs played on the record player.
“Hey, Sir Dior…”
The sound of her clothes, which would normally not have been heard in the noise of life, clearly struck a chord with me.
“I’m sorry for the interruption, ma’am.”
“Yes?”
“The title is incorrect.”
“Ah…”
Oriane, standing in her place in her strange undergarments, was started to hear her point out without fail. She twitched her fingers in vain at her embarrassment, she looked at Rom’s eyes and corrected her remarks.
“Rom…”
Sitting comfortably on the leather sofa, Rome was gazing at Oriane like a critic criticizing an actor or dancer. She was outspoken, but she couldn’t be called nasty in the sense that she had created this situation herself. If you were ambitious, you were ambitious.
“That, I’m ashamed of your gaze…”
“You will have to do more lewd things in the future, but you can’t be ashamed of looking at me.”
It was a resolute attitude indeed. Oriane trembled and shook her head. The milky-white skin, along with goose bumps, made it clear that he was very nervous. It’s been a few years since her husband died, and the relationship was older than that.
“Come this way.”
Her rom called her lightly, as if admonishing her. Knowing that the knight who would do anything for Yeongji is no longer here, he implied that he would have to acknowledge the master in front of him and serve with joy instead of fear.
“Kneel down and sit in front of me.”
Oriane, who had approached cautiously, lowered her stance as she commanded her to fall. Even though she lowered her knees quite slowly, her breasts shaking at the slightest shock were very erotic. It was also the case that the highest ranking woman in the land sat between the legs of a mere knight and looked up at him.
“You don’t have to be afraid. I have no intention of being violent. She’ll feel good with me after all, Mrs. She will continue to be with you in the future, and you will be able to reap the happiness you could not have in the past.”
The bitterness of the previous life bears fruit in the present day. Rom stroked Oriane’s head like a pet dog. While foretelling the rules of her virtuous status reversal and her pleasures to be owed therefrom, she boldly refrained from saying that she was the cause of all this.
However, since he will let himself bear even that original sin, he whispered silently that for now, let’s get used to how to please each other.
“So, give her a hand.”
Oriane, who had placed her hand neatly on her kneeling thigh, stretched out her arm towards her rom. I held out the hand that I had received when I was still a girl, the emptiness of the wedding ring I had handed to her at the engagement last night, as old as her daughter, Lucienne’s age.
“Your wife is mine.”
A dignified and stylish wedding ring was not limited to expensive jewels. The vows of the dead Marquis Gerard Lemoyn and Orianne Lemoin becoming husband and wife and living together for the rest of their lives, the phrase of the beautiful 100-year-old was also written on the inside.
Until just yesterday.
“Would you like to read it before receiving it?”
Oriane followed Rom’s words and picked it up with a small trembling finger. It was a wedding ring that looked no different from the outside, but on the inside, the words of her covenant her with her husband her had been erased and a new groove had been dug that had n’t been seen before.
“Bye, Marquis Marquis Orianne Lemoyen solemnly declares that she is the faithful female of the knight Romuald Dior…”
It was the intaglio of beautiful letters, as if it had been engraved by a craftsman such as a sculptor or craftsman. It was a part where you could feel a persistent desire in that it was dug out so that it could not be erased, unlike the wedding phrase, which was simply written and covered with a curtain.
“Nice job, Oriane.”
“Oh…”
Orianne, who had now been stripped of even her title as wife, flinched.
“Now, we give you this ring with our promise. Don’t take it off your body even for a moment and cherish it more than a wedding ring. And whenever and wherever you see this ring, please be aware that you are a female subject to this rom.”
The words permeated like hypnotic suggestions made the lady, who had turned into a female, go into heat. It’s still insignificant, but the secretive beech in the lingerie paired with the corset garter belt is gradually getting wet.
“That, if that is the price of obtaining a knight like Rom-sama…”
Oriane replied, wearing a ring on the ring finger of her left hand. Rome smiled silently at her and reached out her hand to her to her. There were many other things still ready, but I let my desires go, in order to save every moment without haste.
“Lick it.”
Suddenly, like a knight, it was a rough and rugged middle finger. The middle finger, trained over many years, was thick and long, reminiscent of a male organ. In fact, it was used as an abusive language with both sexual and insulting meanings in Gaul and other parts of the continent.
“Huh…”
“With sincerity.”
“Hueup, jjook, side…”
Oriane’s lips her curled slightly. Her tongue licked as if cleaning every nook and cranny of her. Her hands were lightly on the floor and used to support her body her. Her eyes were closed, not knowing where to put them, but she soon looked up at him, as Rom said she reproached her.
“Whatever you do, always try to look at the owner. That’s a woman’s duty. Even if I don’t pay attention, you’re proving your loyalty by looking at me.”
“Huh, yup…”
“The word absurd is no longer in the head of Oriane, Madame Lemoang. Sometimes they scold you for making eye contact, and other times they scold you for not lowering your eyes. Instead of blaming me for being unreasonable, you should blame and reflect on your own shortcomings.”
The feudal contract between the two is a master-servant relationship that changes day and night. It is a top-down relationship that is reversed externally and internally. Rom emphasized that fact and moved Oriane’s fingers that she had been biting and sucking on. She stirred wildly in her mouth her and gradually pushed it up to her uvula her.
“Kuhup, kuh…”
Oriane, who had vomited several times at the sudden invasion, looked at her glazed eyes. She meant to stop. Rom pulled out her saliva-soaked finger and twitched it while holding it upright, and when the lady, recognizing her signal her, stood up, pushed the underwear underneath her down to her side her and tucked it deep into it.
Squeak, sizzle.
It was a wet finger, but the flesh that was clinging to it repeatedly attached and detached whenever it moved. As much as her oriane’s vagina, she hadn’t greeted anyone in a long time, she was narrow and dense.
“What is the answer?”
“Yes, hehe… !”
“It is difficult. It’s only a matter of moving one finger, and that’s it.”
“Rom-nim, slow down a little…”
“No.”
“Whoa, whoa… !”
“Relax. I know you’re scared, but you’re pushing yourself too hard. It’s not like I’m trying to bother you. How could you possibly accept me if you struggle with your fingers like this?”
Oriane exhaled in the cold air, not knowing what to do. The two hands that had been airlifted over her belly button her were squeezing each other against the pleasure, and her trembling body was shaking dangerously again before collapsing her starting from her waist.
Squeak, sizzle.
Was this the pleasure of the flesh of her? Even though it was a light caress, it was overly intense. Every time I inadvertently touched the curvy wall of the vagina, her eyes spun, and her hair became soft. It was a feeling I had forgotten about for so long.
“I’ll make you feel better…”
The middle finger, which had been wriggling lower than the lower abdomen, suddenly stopped moving. Every time the thick shape was mercilessly stirred in the vagina, I was very happy, but whenever the calloused part inadvertently brushed against the soft flesh, I felt a fresh pleasure.
“Shall we learn how to beg?”
“Ah, ha ha…”
The mischievous knight was demanding that the lady who had become his female beg with sweet and obscene words. Through such a process, they made them reflexively aware of their position in her and induced them to cultivate obedience.
“I feel strange. I feel like I’m just excited…”
“I will. Judging from how you’re still tightening it up, it seems like you didn’t masturbate well either.”
“Can you move, can you… ?”
“Tell me why I should. If it makes sense, I’m happy to do so.”
Rome pretended not to know and said with a spiteful expression. Oriane seemed to ponder for a moment, but then she spoke cautiously. She let go of her rhymes, thinking to herself that she had never imagined she would ever utter these words herself in her entire life.
“Yeah, I have cancer…”
“Cancer?”
“Because I have to be a female…”
Her Oriane’s face her turned red belatedly. She covered her face with her hand, which she was still airlifting, and she kept muttering after that, as if she thought it was a completely unacceptable remark.
“Eww, how good…”
It was because she was afraid of hearing the sound of being beaten by Rome. She was afraid that a woman who had a daughter would not listen to the criticism of a woman who was not worthy of her age and spoke vulgar words.
“It’s great.”
But surprisingly, Rom was very pleased with her attitude towards her. She thought she was even more worthy of my award. She decided that even if she had to end it here today, she would have to carve it into her body.
“Stay there, just bow down and kiss me.”
“Eh, like this?”
With her side of her, her disheveled hair her tucked behind her ears, Orianne leaned over and kissed her rom on her lips. Even so, she was embarrassed by her insatiable shame of her, but she did n’t have to hide it any longer.
“Yes, and from now on, you can collapse as much as you like.”
It was because Rome, who had said that, grabbed one of her Oriane’s breasts her with her other hand and started. It was because she denied her expectation that she would be so violent and painful that she could not believe that she had given birth to a child.
“… !”
The sloppy, wet pussy splattered the sticky juice in all directions, as if mouthwatering. Sometimes slow and sometimes fast movements brought pleasure depending on the beat, and the body was shaken so much that it was difficult to breathe properly.
“Kyaa… !”
Steamed.
“Huh, haha… !”
I’m sorry.
“Whoops, ha, hot… !”
I’m going to go to the middle of the day.
“Wait…!”
I didn’t know how erotic she was when she spoke while shaking as if she had been struck by lightning. The beautifully voluptuous breasts of her, narrow waist, and curves of the large hips of her were controlled by a single finger, creating a scene that could be said to be decadent.
“When you go, always say that you will go.”
“Go, go now… !”
“Today is fine. But next time, you must ask for permission first.”
Rom dug deeper into Oriane’s wet vagina. She mercilessly cornered her body her, forcing her to repeat her climax.
“Stop, no more…”
“No. Keep going until you go.”
Her indifferent knight’s fingers avenged the woman who had so arrogantly tried to push me away. Even after the narrow road was completely freed, it did not stop as if to give strict instruction.
“My female Orian.”
Her saliva and love juice of her were constantly dripping, and it was until she fainted because she went twice more than ten times.
