Chapter 51 – 5. Mother and Daughter in Crisis (1)
Lemoang Citadel, residential space.
In the bedroom for Marquis Baek and his wife, a man and a woman had a tryst today as usual. As usual, with the noise of the window frame shaking in a violent snowstorm, the warmth of the crackling firewood in the fireplace, and the candlelight that dimly lit the room.
Squeak, sizzle.
The lofty Marquis Marquis was engrossed in lewd hand movements in a squatting position. She revered the knight’s chin resting on her face her, constantly learning her position her. All she had in her head was trying to be a stupid bitch squirt tank with nothing but cocks.
“Huh, ha ha…”
Saliva dripped from her tongue as she hung out greedily. My eyes were already fixed on the phallic pillar that cast a shadow on me. He was expressing his wish to cry out as he was mercilessly impaled by that heinous thing.
Steamed, steamed, steamed.
The carpet on the floor was dripping with juice in all directions. Orianne, who had been preoccupied with masturbation for quite some time already, still couldn’t come up with the answer Rom wanted, so she had to comfort her with a few flicks of her fingers her.
“Ah, it’s a western…”
Oriane, panting like a bitch, tried to lick the folds of her glans with the tip of her tongue. She said no A hot bouncing cock was a reward only given to good females. If, after hearing the previous warnings, they tried to covet the owner’s body without permission, the only thing waiting for them was a severe punishment.
Her disheveled hair her swayed gently along her head, which moved as if in agony.
The eyes, which had always been intelligent, could no longer see the same intelligence as before.
It wasn’t the Marquis’s wife who was here right now, it was just a fucking house for Mr. Seo.
“I’ve already been there seven times…”
Rom grinned as he looked down at Oriane with his hands her behind her back. Every time my female fretted, it was proof that she was happy. That’s why she couldn’t just resent him, because she deserved it for him.
The man who saved his own world.
At first glance, even the part that seemed to be humiliated and humiliated had its own reasons. He went further and came to know that he was doing it for the sake of others. Even more so, it was repeated over and over again, and it was even more strange if you didn’t blindly believe in it.
“Therefore?”
“Seobang-nim would be very uncomfortable if you put up with your desires because of a lowly bitch like me…”
“I’m okay. It’s all a process to raise a woman with a special character.”
Could it be because of the scars that cross all sides? Rom, who smiled brightly in return for his fawning plea his, was very strict today. It was all the more because he expressed his determination to firmly educate his wife his, who became mine with a smile on her face her.
“Of course, I am not forcing you. Keep in mind that our fellowship always depends on your choices.”
Basically, the one who took the initiative in the relationship between the two was Oriane. Mrs. Tongto’s lofty change back is that she can end this relationship whenever she wants. What’s more, Rom wouldn’t leave my side easily.
Because he’s not that petty a man.
However, once this relationship is rejected, the relationship between the Marquis’ wife and the vassal knight is irreversibly terminated from then on. In short, you will never be able to enjoy the pleasures of a female just because it’s night again. The pleasure that followed naturally and the sense of liberation from heavy duty.
“Now then, shall we tell you what to do?”
“I’m sorry…”
With her lips pursed slightly, she grumbled and soon stopped her agony and spat it out. As she vowed to be a woman who was devotedly submissive to this man day and night, she finally gave the answer he was looking for.
“That kind of thing is already decided… ?”
Oriane, who wiggled hard on my crotch, let out her heavy breath. With her fingers dripping with her love juices on her floor, she sat down, unable to cope with her wobbly legs. She decided to accept reality as she felt unable herself to resist any longer.
It was a surrender.
“There is no way I can resist it. That’s right, because she’s a female who only looks at you…”
“From now on, whenever I want or ask for it, I will respond day and night.”
“Ugh, yeah…”
Oriane, trembling with her anticipation her, immediately nodded. She made a pretty heart shape with her hands her, as she always did, and put it on from the top of her romper, then she slowly lowered it.
It was an outrageous confession from a female that she would serve her with love.
She was also her unspoken plea for her prize her to be lowered as much as she was satisfied.
“Well, it’s going to be a wastewater…”
Marquis Lemoin’s life is entirely for the knight Dior.
“Because I will become a lecherous female that even the moon hides and even flowers are ashamed of…”
Oriane is the faithful secret wife of my knight. With her obedient attitude her and outstanding figure her, she is a wise mother who can do whatever the westerner wants.
And in return, Dongto clears up the years of poverty and welcomes a new golden age.
Also, her daughter her, who was worried about her future her, gets a companion she can rely on even after I die.
The most important thing about her is that her Rom Dior her has become so necessary to her that she no longer needs it. It means that I have become a precious person to the extent that I can dedicate my all to it. It is only in the present life after overcoming the ties of the previous life.
“Dye the innocent female like blank paper with your color…”
There is a big difference between reading desire and actually doing it. In that context, Oriane’s fall was not yet complete. She was a woman who was more tolerant of others than she was of herself, although she gradually acquired a vulgarly beautiful appearance and she was getting used to slang.
Even today, when she learned the joy of humiliating herself, her affection and concern for her daughter her remained the same.
“A motherfucker who absolutely obeys her husband’s words, I’m sure you’ll like it…”
Rom was trying to hit just that at the given time. That was why, even now, when her night was ripe, he hadn’t laid her hand on her. It was just a plan to show off her dashing masculinity to her and then make the horny Orianne impatiently accept everything.
“I swear, honey…”
The fall of Lemoang’s mother and daughter was also becoming a story in the not-too-distant future.
* * *
The time when the darkness permeated most deeply.
Lucienne Lemoant looked at the pink tentacle that wriggled on the back of her hand with her affectionate gaze. The familiar, which looked like three or four of her slender fingers put together, was an object that perfectly resembled her emotions, and she was very excited by the folly of her maid, Françoise, who was lifting her skirt in front of her eyes.
“Usually the ones used as familiars by occultists like us are demons, beasts, or spirits.”
The pretty lady-in-waiting was exposing her genitals without even wearing her underwear at the behest of her master. Her long tentacles were thus erected on several legs, and Winter Stone, proudly gazing at them, pointed to each of his creatures and explained them.
“But this guy is different.”
Some were shaped like hooks, as if maximizing the glans of men. Some were like tongues with spikes, and some had bumpy bumps wriggling creepy under the mucous membranes.
“He is the one I created by infusing my desire into the form of a non-existent creature. So the function is also very special. You can feel the five senses without having facial features. From that, I instinctively sense the females around me that I like.”
Françoise gave a slightly fearful look. Even so, the reason she did n’t dare to resist or refuse was because she valued Lucienne that much, and because she had her belief that if it were her, she would n’t harm me.
“I’m going to try this guy first until the goods I ordered from the store arrive.”
Lucienne breathed her mana onto the back of her hand and delivered her command to her. Then her tentacles bounced like rubber balls and slammed into the thighs of Françoise, who was holding the skirt of her uniform. Soon she ran up a stream of love juice that was flowing there and squeezed through the crack, and she began to wriggle.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
Françoise closed her eyes tightly and groaned. She, who was ignorant of her sexuality, became the exclusive handmaid of Winter Stone, and thus she reached the point where she was subjected to lewd experiments. It wasn’t that she was particularly uncomfortable with it, but it was.
“Ahhhhh…”
“Can you feel it?”
The bullying of the persistent young lady Lucienne Lemoang gave her demonic pleasure every time.
“It will crawl to your womb and slowly settle down. And by absorbing the magic within her body, she will bring her pleasure in return. It’s a sense that mean boys can never give.”
“Ahhh, lady…”
“Yes, Francoise.”
“Everything, I think my legs will loosen up…”
Lucienne blew her whistle happily. It was because of the begging of her lover her, Françoise, who was weeping at the overly intense stimulation. It was because my lovely exclusive lady-in-waiting was really fragile unlike her appearance.
“No, just keep standing with your skirt on.”
“Ah, lady…”
When I begged and prayed like this, it was very fun to refuse with a single knife.
“If you keep being mean, will you put another one in the back?”
“That’s right, heh… !”
Among the many familiars, the reason why he made such a creature himself was, of course, because of Oriane.
‘Unfortunately, I don’t have a penis.’
After contemplating a substitute for it, what I came up with was the tentacles wriggling through my maid’s vagina.
“Kyaa, ha, ah…”
“How do you feel?”
“Now, the sensitive part…”
It was a familiar that I hadn’t summoned for a long time because I didn’t want to use forced methods. However, since things had gone this far, she had no reason not to write anymore. As Lucienne admired Françoise’s obscene appearance her, she pointed her finger her down her skirt her.
Rather than simply masturbating to the sight her in front of her as entertainment, she drew a magic circle that meant resonance on her belly her, and integrated her senses her with her familiar her. Like a remotely controlled penis.
“Hee, hee! I suddenly stood stiff… !”
“Haa, it’s nice that Bijou’s inside is soggy and warm…”
“Huh, is this a lady?”
“Act? Look at his mannerisms of her, this cheeky bitch does n’t even know the subject.”
Her sudden hot flush flicked her fingers. As if she was going to teach me to never think of arguing with me again, she had the same pink tentacle familiar as before, and summoned more of her. And after she assimilated her senses her, she threw them at Françoise.
This time it was the valley between the breasts.
“As soon as the day comes, tell her mother that you want to have a tea party just the two of you. I’m going to plant this guy’s seed there at the right time. It starts with feeding small grains at first. After that, once it has grown enough inside your body, you will tame it while tormenting it with pain because it is so coy.”
“Ugh, hot, ah… !”
“Mom, I bet she wouldn’t even know what I did.”
“Whoa, whoa… !”
Pushuk, Françoise, who had gushed out her love juice as if incontinent, could not stand it and sat down. Frightened by the fact that she had failed to follow her master’s orders her, she looked up at the winter girl who had come right in front of her.
“Because you are standing still. Our Bijou is like a troublemaker who doesn’t listen.”
Unfortunately, the excuse that it was too sensitive didn’t work.
“… Right?”
Eventually, she couldn’t fall asleep until morning came.
