Chapter 83 – 8. Sabbath (3)
Lemoang Citadel, residential space.
A bluish night settled heavily on the fortress surrounded by gray bricks. The hot fire in the fireplace, topped with a pyre, cooled the cold air. And on the table in the room where the baron was staying, a crystal ball illuminated the room.
“Françoise, it’s a place name.”
In the small chest of drawers in front of the moonlit window, there were small air fresheners in addition to small items such as vases and picture frames. It gave off a dizzying scent as if it were buried in a flower bed, and it heightened the atmosphere of the strange interior.
“… Yes, master.”
And the maid, who had been waiting all the way standing upright by her bed, finally approached her master her. From the exclusive maid who followed the Winter Stone of the North, Lady Marquis, she became a servant for the baron’s night service and began to prepare to please him.
“Do you remember the rules?”
“Instead of not touching the young lady, I become the hostess’s female…”
“Take off your clothes.”
Slowly, the beautiful maid untied her apron first. The uniform, which emphasized practicality over appearance, was made of thick fabric to protect the body from severe cold. Even so, her curvy body seemed to be caught twice as if it could overcome even the weight of her.
For the first time, I popped out of her tall and voluptuous breasts.
The second tok from the coveted, wide-open hips of her.
Thus, only a beautiful woman with auburn hair tied up remained in her dim interior. Dressed in nothing but her voluptuous body her and a narrow undergarment draped up and down, she posed in such a way that the baron, the owner of whom I will soon serve, could comfortably draw attention to her.
“Without even underwear.”
She put her hands behind her to remove the bra Françoise was wearing. Her breasts her, which were compressed like a corset under elastic underwear, were so elastic that they did not collapse even under long pressure.
Indeed, like ripples, as she leaned forward to pull down her panties, her breasts her gravity followed and looked all the way down to her. By the time she got down on her knees and tidied up the clothes she had taken off, she felt that Rome, who was watching the scene, did not want to endure it any longer.
“Come here.”
He ordered. The baron, dressed in a neat suit like an honored guest attending an important occasion, wanted help from his maid to undress. For a naked woman without a single thread on her to politely take off her clothes her was a special thing in itself.
“Excuse me…”
Françoise, who glanced at her, took her coat her behind Rome’s back her. Then he unfastened the buttons on her coat her one by one, while unfastening her belt and pulling down her troservants her. Even though she was not fully erect yet, she was tight, facing the object that made her presence her known.
‘Perhaps this is what a manly body means…’
It was a body full of bloody scars as much as the marks across his face. It was a medal that could only be worn by those who dedicated their lives to the battlefield. It was a body that Françoise, who had her father who was also a knight, could not help but respect.
A body that all women’s instincts can’t help but envy.
Admiration flowed from her simply looking at her. And again, without knowing why, my face turned red without my knowledge. If it hadn’t been for the bad feelings from her not-so-desirable first meeting her and the resulting disgust her, he might have felt a liking for her.
“Please sit on top of me.”
Said Rom, sitting first on the edge of her bed. He pulled out a bottle containing a clear, transparent liquid from a place where a chest of drawers could reach with just his hand. Then he came closer to me and carefully pushed his butt in and whispered to Françoise, who was seated.
“There is nothing to be afraid of. I won’t make it rough.”
“… Yeah.”
“It will make you feel better.”
Now is not the time to punish bitches who dare to inherit their masters in a disrespectful way. It is time to enjoy the maid who was willing to sacrifice even her body for the lady she served and the lady she was in love with. So, unlike before, Rome spoke to Françoise in a friendly voice.
Startled, startled, whenever I made a sound, I enjoyed watching her tremble as if her spine her sent chills down her spine her.
“Will you put your hands above your head first?”
“Hey, are you saying this?”
Françoise raised both of her hands and quickly placed them on the back of her head. It was an inverted triangle posture, revealing the smooth armpits without a speck of dust.
It was new, but it was a very shameful feeling.
It had to be. Because the exposed part was the part. The subtle body odor of the maid colored the surroundings as if she were appealing to the fact that she was a female.
“Don’t be shy. You just have to enjoy it.”
“What you’re wearing…?”
“Enjoyment. It loosens her tight muscles and adds a little bit of fun.”
Rom, who had covered her palms with enough balm to make her palms shine, lightly squeezed Francoise’s chest. Her voluptuous breasts in her in her slutty maid’s cockhouse couldn’t be hidden even from behind her, so her presence in her was quite substantial.
In other words, her slightly protruding back breasts were an unbearable provocation for such an energetic man.
“It means you can grow as much as you like.”
Françoise nodded with a trembling face. Then, Rome gently massaged her large breasts her, so that even her thick hands her could not fit. Her trick was to stimulate the delicate mammary tissue under her soft skin her, slowly but steadily.
“Huh, huh…”
He was a man I didn’t like. He was the one who made unprecedented achievements as a knight, but all he wanted was a vulgar apology. Because of his intemperance his, Françoise loathed Rome. He would never have given himself away like this if it hadn’t been for the young lady.
Slap, slap.
If he hadn’t caught his weakness of her, whether he was an aristocrat or a nabal, he would have been able to raise his cheeks of her. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have been threatened. The lofty Marquis Lady, her true master of her, Lucienne Lemoant, had the power to protect even such a trivial matter.
If it was originally
She was caught off guard and fell for her tricks her, but she is a powerful person in the dark who would not dare to dare to attack such a fool. So Françoise had no doubts that he would surely restore sovereignty and save me from this stupid knight.
‘My lady, because I believe in you…’
Even if it is difficult She will at least be able to get her feet out of herself. The lady’s loyal servant-in-waiting was comforted by that fact alone.
“Ah, ha ha…”
Even in the midst of excited moans.
“Huh, ugh… “
Sitting between Rom’s legs, she felt her phallus her pierce the tip of her sharp erector muscle over her buttocks her. I also realized that this man, who would want to push his glans in his and ram him deeply, was, for some reason, absorbed in caressing his breasts.
Without sound.
Just be silent.
The baron only fed his maid’s milk. He lifted or pulled the tall breasts in an impossible shape originally, and pressed them hard to give them a hot pleasure.
I repeated it delicately until my body, which was always in trouble with my shoulders even though I was wearing underwear that supported my chest like a corset, forgot the fatigue and screamed with joy.
“Whoops, haha… !”
I don’t know what it is aesthetically, but from a practical point of view, it was just an uncomfortable part.
“You’ve come together a lot.”
Even so, the baron gave it a special meaning by teaching him how to get pleasure. In the meantime, only the most sensitive nipples were left, and the intensity was gradually increased.
“It will hurt a little, so relax your body.”
Was it the effect of the fragrance? Françoise, who had never dreamed that her body was so sensitive, burst into tears. Of course, it wasn’t because of her sadness. It was so hard to contain her joy. Her moans her, which she had been holding back while biting her lips, now came out naturally whenever Rom massaged me.
“How do you feel?”
“Ah… !”
“I have to answer at least.”
He playfully reprimanded me, putting his thumb and forefinger ahead. He gently held the protruding nipple with his two fingers and gently rolled it. She bowed her back at the thrill that came to her unexpectedly and greeted her helplessly being held in her arms. In the meantime, only her two arms attached to the back of her head were still willing to let go, adjusting the pace.
Tick, tick.
A masseuse-like skillful touch added a bit of violence. Even so, it wouldn’t be comparable to the past affair, but it was. Rom, who rubbed the sensitive nipple like bare skin, eventually pulled it all the way.
“… !”
Watching the chest attached to him follow, he was eager.
“Yes? Francoise.”
“Master, hey, the elder… !”
With a small smile, he lovingly caressed her so that he could forget the tingling sensation again. However, in that short time, the maid who tried to pretend her composure was already disheveled into a completely female figure. Tears filled the corners of her eyes, and a single sweat formed on the nape of her neck or under her armpits her, dispersing a thick, dark body odor.
“I did something wrong, so I should be punished.”
“Huh, huh…”
“See the crystal ball in front of me?”
Rom said, pointing to the white stone crystal orb on the table in the corner of the room.
“It’s a bit special, so you can send a video in real time. Although it’s a flaw that it can only transmit over very short distances.”
“Oops, no way…”
“It was right.”
Lucienne is watching.
“So, let’s make you realize by looking at the young lady you love. In the words of the cheeky female jizz receiver, she was only masturbating while feeling defeated after having such a cute maid taken away from her.”
Françoise, barely holding on to her spirit in her in a dizzyingly dim consciousness, called out to her original owner with a tearful voice.
“Lu, Miss Lucienne…”
In the meantime, Rome massaged her breasts again. She began tickling and stimulating her nipples relentlessly. As if trying to cross a river of no return.
“I-I’m fine…”
Anyone had to understand. By doing so, this male is completely trying to get his hands on my female.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry…”
This is truly a bet. Even at this moment, Sujeong-gu was transmitting its own image of her to the nearby lady’s bedroom.
“How will it be?”
And Françoise only put up her body as a bet that Lucienne, the lady she admired, could defeat her Rome.
If it were her, she was sure that while I endured, she would restore the peaceful daily life to the way it was before.
“Let’s wait and see.”
The baron, with a thin smile, slapped her maid on the breast. At first, she only massaged her softly, but she raised her sensitivity so much that even though it was a fairly strong stimulus, she let out a sweet moan.
“Because the night is long.”
And insinuated, it was announced.
“Right, Francoise?”
You are destined to be captured.
