Chapter 111
And this night, the moment Ragnar faced Arzeletta, who had, against all odds, found her way to him in the mysterious forest, he confirmed the sense of responsibility he felt.
It was a kind of certainty.
“I hear a voice calling me. My body moves without my knowing. I follow the Lord’s steps without knowing where. What… what is happening to me?”
Ragnar didn’t know either.
He had to find out the reason now. But at the same time…
“Hoooh…!”
Arzeletta, whose b*****s had been relentlessly and persistently sucked, cringed her shoulders beneath him. Her lips, already sucked and bitten several times, were plump and glistened with moisture even in the moonlight.
Ragnar’s eyes, examining Arzeletta from head to toe at his own pace, were completely calm and intellectual, just as they usually were. Arzeletta’s thighs ached, pressed by his e***t p***s within his uniform, but even at that moment, he was engrossed in how to make the woman truly his own.
The way to truly make this woman his own.
Not just to end it by simply discharging his desire onto this body.
But the way to hold and control both his duty as a Holy Knight and this woman’s fanatical devotion in his hands.
Ragnar’s passion was a cold blade. He sought to control the chaos and trials before him with his composure.
Everything was uncertain, but he was certain of this much.
First, the woman would be guaranteed safety within his domain.
“…Ugh…!”
Arzeletta gasped. Today was far more unbearable than yesterday, when she felt like she was suddenly engulfed in fire. She truly felt like bursting into tears before the man’s meticulous gaze.
“Is something like this… a sin?”
Second, that all these actions and emotions would not become Arzeletta’s sin.
Ragnar, with his authoritative and controlling nature, never intended to place the woman who had entered his domain outside of his will.
From now on, everything concerning this woman would unfold according to his will.
“…Just stay still like this.”
Arzeletta, whose chest had been sucked for a long time, looked up at him, her eyes brimming with moisture. Her skin was already more bruised and mottled than yesterday. Ragnar Tsked, clicked his tongue once, and drew Arzeletta’s legs together.
Raising his body above her, he exposed his own p***s.
Still holding her captive in his arms, his gaze also firmly ensnared her, preventing her from escaping him even slightly.
“…Ah, yes.”
“If you stay still, it won’t hurt.”
Arzeletta nodded slightly, her arms resting on his shoulders.
She was a woman who obeyed him even with eyes full of fear. Ragnar’s hackles rose.
Unquestioning obedience was the most sacred realm of faith that Ragnar had championed his entire life.
“Hmph…!”
“Shh. Stay still.”
Arzeletta gasped as his weapon-like body entered between her docilely pressed thighs. Ragnar’s large hand gently patted Arzeletta’s white b******s as if to soothe her.
Arzeletta’s green eyes opened wide and wavered. Something massive and hard as rock plunged between her tightly pressed thighs. Even at this moment, the Lord’s body was rigidly hot, unbelievably so given his composure and coolness, as his violet eyes held her captive in his arms and observed her as if dissecting her.
The man, his body standing incredibly firm, was of unbelievable form and size. That such a thing existed in the body of a man with a stern and composed face resembling a war god—Arzeletta found this fact still astounding even as she experienced it on her skin.
His rough surface touched Arzeletta’s soft thigh skin and sensitive, delicate inner flesh. It was blatant contact.
“Ah, there…!”
Arzeletta clung to Ragnar’s broad shoulders. Her white, neat fingers again cramped on his firm muscles. Even in a situation that should have been quite painful, Ragnar showed not the slightest change in expression.
“Hoooh…”
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