Chapter 19 – 1. Covenant Night (9)
In this era, a knight is a ruthless person recognized by the state. Needless to say what the behavior of wanderers would be like, even for those who started to lose face as vassals. They are a filthy, filthy race. He is nothing more than a madman who believes only in his own strength his and goes on a rampage.
Nevertheless, Françoise was quite fond of articles.
The reason was simple. First of all, most of the knights belonging to the Margrave Command prioritized some cause or cause over personal achievement. It was because belief, rather than desire, acted as a greater motivation for those who chose the barren frozen land as their base of life.
Next, her father her was once a knight. He was a freedman with no title and modest wealth, and his skills were only modest, but he was. He was a man who knew what honor was, and he gave his life for this land after being noticed by the Marquis Gerard.
It was said that the chivalry of a brave and gentlemanly hero was something that could only be seen in fairy tales.
Not so with Francoise here. She knew the knights of Le Moyane who were faithful followers of the deceased Marquis and who wanted to fight for Oriane even during the previous rebellion until the end of her life. That’s why she was all the more shocked at the sight that was unfolding before her eyes her at this moment.
“Dior-sama, what kind of insolence is that for the person who wrote the article!”
The man who was said to be the descendant of a central noble family and the best in Gaul was leaning on her sofa and abusing the woman who was sitting on her tiptoe while she was naked. Even if you understand that they hired a prostitute to commemorate the victory, this was definitely the living space of the Lemoang family.
Even though it was a guest room, it was unacceptable for an invited guest to bring a woman without permission in a place that became a de facto forbidden area after the Marquis’ death. Even if it was the person who saved Yeongji.
“What’s wrong?”
“I apologize for coming in without permission. However, this is the space where the Marquis Marquis and Lady Young Ae stay. Even more so, a person with a reputation as a knight stabbing a woman. Even if you are dealing with an Amman prostitute, aren’t you overdoing it?”
Trembling and hesitant at being called a prostitute, Oriane struggled to cling to Rome’s things. At the scolding she heard from the lady-in-waiting, the wet bottom became even more soggy. Even a single employee was throwing around the word slut when he spit it out.
It was not unreasonable to realize her depravity her even more.
“You’re guessing too much.”
There is no end to the fall. People are as weak as they are strong in their desires. At first glance, Orianne seemed like a slut with a bad nature, but just a few days ago she was a gentle and elegant lady herself.
The fact is that it still is.
Because the Marquis’ wife’s tarnish is revealed only at night with the knight. In the first place, the fact that she was able to enjoy sexual deviation so quickly was only possible because of the arrangements and efforts of Rome, who remembered her previous life of her.
“What do you know, that you talk so carelessly about?”
Françoise frowned. It would not be enough even if I hurriedly sent the prostitute back and begged for this to be done, but the article was scolding me with a red flag.
“Dior, I am not blind!”
“I know when I see it. And I never once said this bitch was a whore. I don’t recall ever asking her permission of her, and I don’t remember bringing her to her room her on her own.”
“Lie! Did the madam really say it was okay to bring prostitutes here?”
Rom gasped instead of answering. Although he was originally a decent personality, he repeated his bad attitude in order to avoid situations he unintentionally encountered. In fact, Françoise fell right into such a target of Rome.
The belief that the benevolent and wise Marquis Marquis, that moral person would not allow such a thing to happen.
But the beautiful maid here doesn’t know. Oriane, the noble lady whom I admired so much, is now claiming to be a female, and furthermore, a knight’s cock-house and jism-drainer, right in front of my eyes.
“You should ask yourself that. It wasn’t me who committed the rudeness in the first place, but you, so I don’t know why I have to explain everything.”
Françoise bit her lip in anger. It was definitely the theory. Putting aside the veracity of the words for now, it was the other side who had a reason to be angry at this point.
“If you still don’t understand, look.”
With a bang! Rom pulled Oriane’s hair roughly. With the immorality of her suspenseful moment her, I rubbed my hardened cock in her face again. I wanted to pat him, and finally insulted him as if I was slapping him on the cheek.
“This bitch is not the kind of woman or whore you say.”
She assumes a vulgar posture with her body not wearing a single thread. The love juice flowing between the two legs of her is gradually increasing in frequency, widening the puddle on the floor. If I knew shame, I would have picked up something and avoided the seat the moment I entered, but I couldn’t find the slightest hint of that.
“It’s just my private home.”
It was an incorrect expression, but I couldn’t find a more appropriate designation than that. Even to Françoise, that woman who was babbling eagerly between the crotches of her knight she felt more like an animal than a person.
“How can a knight stab a woman?”
Match! Rom, who raised Oriane’s cheek her fiercely, pointed at his object her. This was the turning point. It was a crossroads to imprint that the Marquis Lemoang’s wife was a separate person who had nothing to do with this female.
“Does this still look like a woman?”
Violence, abusive language, and treatment that should have felt humiliated, there was no sign of rejection. It was only that he devoted himself to the service so that the articles of the knight who had regained his energy could be excreted happily again.
“How…”
Françoise was disgusted. She wondered how she could be so happy while being treated as a tool worse than an animal.
She didn’t have the courage to come close, but she knew what a face she looked like and she wanted to take a look at that face. And Rom went a step further, assuming that she was dangerous because she did not leave her place even after doing this.
With her two hands her, she curled up her disheveled Oriane’s hair, tightly gripped it, and forced the tip of her glans her to poke her lips her. Ignoring her vomiting reflex her, which reached her uvula at once, she thrust into her tender throat like her own masturbation tool.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
The mouth full of saliva met the earlier secretion of the cum and acted as an excellent lubricant. Even though the woman’s hands her were free, as Françoise could see, she pushed Rome away or did not think to do so, which led to a complex sentiment.
“Kheuk, kuhueup… !”
A moan of pain was heard. Nevertheless, she showed her unwillingness to resist by holding her hand behind her back. As she listened intently to her, she noticed that her poor manners were not just filled with pain. There was also some ecstasy mixed in with her strange joy.
“Are you going to keep looking like that?”
Rom was sarcastic. Françoise clenched both of her hands into fists and shouted as she closed her eyes tightly.
“I will formally tell the mistress and lady about what happened today!”
“Do whatever you feel like. Don’t forget to close the door when you leave.”
Bang! The maid, who couldn’t stand it, spurred her seat and left. She looked all the way back at the woman who had sunk her head deep into the thicket of rom. For Françoise, who had led a well-behaved life, she must have been completely incomprehensible.
“Whew.”
It felt like a storm had swept through it. Still, she had nothing to worry about, perhaps because she took it rather boldly. Then her her Rom, who had finally let go of her Oriane and swept her chest her, looked down at her and said.
“I was nervous that I might get caught.”
“Cough, Cough… !”
Oriane, who coughed repeatedly while vomiting up Rom’s stuff, nodded belatedly. Fearing that she would look suspicious, the tremors in her body that she had been holding back came at once. Now that she was squatting and raising her toes, she couldn’t hold her position any longer.
“Are you all right, madam?”
“Sir Dior…”
“Sorry for being so rough all of a sudden.”
“Can I relax now?”
Oriane asked in a blank voice. Her half-open eyes and parted mouth her gave a rough idea of her condition. It must have been too intense an experience for the frontier lady, who had lived a life far from deviance or depravity.
“Sure.”
Puffed up, Oriane, who sat down helplessly, caught her breath.
“Ah…”
After chewing on each of the things that had happened to her, she blushed. She was a mess, but looking at her rosy expression, she felt beautiful even because of her off-white color her. To the extent that her desire her, which she had not yet resolved, bloomed again.
“I thought it was over…”
It was worth it. However, her courage her, whether it was her knight’s wit or shamelessness, overcame the dangerously swaying situation without difficulty. Just as she said to trust me, she solidified her credibility her as her owner her, albeit a role play.
“Are you very scared?”
“Great.”
“Mmm.”
On the one hand, it was a thrill I had never felt in my life. I felt like I was addicted to it without even realizing it. In fact, you may not even realize it, but you may already be addicted. In the yard where such a ripe atmosphere was broken, a desire that had not yet subsided lingered in one side of his heart.
“By the way, madam.”
“Yes?”
“Isn’t the title wrong?”
Her quick-witted rom her read Oriane’s desire her and changed her attitude her. She suggested that this engagement night would not be over, simply because one uninvited guest had arrived. She also hinted that her relationship with her own had just begun.
“Oh that…”
“Maybe I’m mistaken?”
Sir Dior, the knight, and Mr. Rom, the master.
“Oops, that’s…”
The choice was always the Marquis’s freedom.
“You misunderstood, no…”
The bad thing is that you are yourself. What is lacking is always oneself. Even the wrongdoing is himself to the extent. It was late at night, and what was here was not the lofty marquise’s wife, but the knight’s cockhouse and the cock-draining female.
“Rom, sir…”
“Then you should kiss and apologize where you should.”
“Yes, yes…”
Without being told, Oriane knelt down and placed her hands on her thighs on her. She was still staring at the towering article of the knight, not knowing what to do, then kissed her lips as if asking for forgiveness as she would soon admit to the crime of the female.
“I’m sorry the stupid female was distracted…”
Side. The dangling threads of the outer skin and saliva mixed with each other shimmered.
“I will try to do my best in the given role even now…”
Side. Glistening lips and a puddle large enough to snap into came into view.
“Please, forgive me generously…”
Side. But the most satisfying thing is definitely this time with the lady.
“As much as you like.”
Eventually, the dawn of the frozen land was approaching.
