From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 134

This work contains scenes of sadistic coercion and hardcore depictions of BDSM. Reader discretion is advised.

Ragnar then thrust his hips deeply. Arzeletta, pinned beneath, trembled each time he powerfully pushed into her.

The sight of the man’s bronze-like body covering the woman, who was as gentle as a flower stem, was in itself a thorough and perfect tableau of domination.

Between Arzeletta’s b******s, which offered not the slightest resistance, his terrifyingly large and firm p***s repeatedly plunged deep and then resurfaced.

Arzeletta’s lubricating fluid and the man’s pre-e*******e mingled and glistened. It was a thick, wet sound, as if penetration was occurring. Arzeletta gasped, hotly rubbing against Ragnar’s weapon. The unquenched thirst made her even more breathless.

“Haa…”

The luxurious bed creaked with a low groan. Arzeletta squirmed beneath him.

After rubbing against her skin for a long while, his p***s finally e********d between her clasped legs.

The e*********n was long. Arzeletta received Ragnar’s e*******e, which pooled hot on her b******s and between her thighs, with a feeling that was now somewhat familiar.

Thump, thump, the last drops of s***n were heavy. Arzeletta hid her face in the pillow, her highly flushed eyes tightly closed. Immediately, the sensation of a soft cloth wiping her skin followed.

“…Hoo…”

With a low sigh, her body was lifted. Half-raised and held in Ragnar’s arms, Arzeletta lowered her gaze. She wasn’t sure if one could call it having had relations, but in any case, facing his eyes after such acts was even more embarrassing.

He supported Arzeletta’s back, and she opened her lips, her neck tilted back. Ragnar again delved long and persistently into her mouth. The fragrant taste of blood lingered in her wounded lips.

Arzeletta, embraced in his arms, received his kiss while her b*****s were touched. Her plump, tender n*****s, ceaselessly loved tonight, were rolled within the man’s fingers.

His touch, after a surge of passion, was remarkably gentle, yet from where she half-leaned, his p***s was again gaining strength and swelling. The firmness pressing against her inner thigh was almost painful.

“……”

Receiving his kiss, Arzeletta gently extended her hand.

Arzeletta’s neat fingertips touched the man’s p***s, which was pressing against her thigh. The man’s firm chest, against which she leaned, stiffened again.

“…My Lord.”

Arzeletta called him, stroking Ragnar’s p***s, which was again gaining strength. Ragnar’s throat constricted roughly.

The man’s p***s, touched by Arzeletta’s fine and gentle hand, was dark and unsightly. Yet, her touch was careful and tender.

The p***s, slick with Arzeletta’s moisture and his e*******e, immediately became fully e***t at her touch. It was a sight difficult to imagine from the man’s expression alone, which remained calm and unshaken even at this moment. Arzeletta placed her remaining hand over the hand that was stroking her b****t.

With one hand on the man’s p***s and the other on the back of his hand, Arzeletta quietly parted her legs.

Ragnar inhaled sharply. Arzeletta, leaning against him and opening her legs, was excessively provocative.

…Even this sight alone felt like a greater sin than all the lewd acts committed during the nights thus far.

But amidst all this, Arzeletta’s small, beautiful face remained utterly pure.

As if knowing no desire, as if harboring no ulterior motive.

“…You can do it inside,” Arzeletta said, with a face like the purest being born in a field of grass. Ragnar involuntarily pressed his furrowed brow.

It felt as though he was intoxicated by the poison of red lilies, a poison he had never indulged in.

“I’m alright.”

“……”

“I was the one who seduced Your Lordship, so—”

“Arzeletta.”

Ragnar cut off Arzeletta’s words. At his resolute tone, Arzeletta flinched slightly and looked up at him.

Her eyes rimmed with red, Arzeletta looked pitiful, as if she had laid her entire being at his feet.

“God also turns away from me. So, I will bear today’s sin.”

Recalling the words that had ultimately made him plunge into the trial that was this woman, Ragnar sighed deeply. He did not want her to feel that way again.

However, Arzeletta’s subsequent whisper once again defied Ragnar’s expectations.

“…After all, my back bothers you, doesn’t it?”