From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 146

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

“Ah, haa.”

As Arzeletta’s resistance broke, Ragnar took his hand off her thin back. With his tongue and lips still buried in her scars, he grabbed Arzeletta’s small, white b******s with both hands.

Arzeletta’s face flushed mercilessly with a shame that was of a different nature than simply showing her body.

He was a man who usually understood Arzeletta’s frequent shyness well, but today, such restraint could not be found in Ragnar.

He explored Arzeletta’s scars like a starved dog, and traced her skin. Arzeletta’s pretty b******s and thighs were grasped in his large hands.

It was a barbarism that seemed to not care if it was a s****l area or not, as if he would grasp and covet anything that was a part of Arzeletta.

His hands, which had explored her until rough handprints were left on her white skin, opened her legs.

Arzeletta, who was curled up, flinched again. Even that was difficult due to the man who was licking her back with a pressure-like intensity.

Ragnar’s fingers delved into Arzeletta’s narrow and modest entrance. Beneath the quietly settled soft pubic hair, the Holy Knight’s long and splendid fingers sank deep into her warm, wet entrance.

“Ah, aaah…!”

Arzeletta, unable to suppress her moan, finally lifted her buried head. Her face was a mess of red, on the verge of tears.

Only then did Ragnar, who had taken his lips off her back, turn Arzeletta’s face around. He kissed her small lips as if to swallow them, and delved deeper into her.

Arzeletta’s inside, both top and bottom, was filled with a warm, fragrant liquid. Ragnar lost his self-control. A fierce kiss followed, as if he would lick out her entire mouth.

“Haa, mm…”

Ragnar, who had risen from Arzeletta, who could now utter nothing but moans, unbuckled his belt. Clank, the heavy clang of metal fell onto the woman’s body beneath him.

Ragnar’s p***s, revealed in the darkness, was menacing. It had always been so, but the sense of intimidation it held now was incomparable to before.

Arzeletta, lying facedown, could not see his p***s, which was standing firm towards her. If she had seen it, she might have burst into tears.

Ragnar once again buried his face in Arzeletta’s back. Arzeletta, who had lost the will to resist, flapped her arms while her face was buried in the pillow.

What made her unbearable now was not fear, but guilt. Ragnar was sincere. He wanted to see all of her. Just as he had examined all of Arzeletta’s most secret places, he was also trying to see her most repulsive place in the same way.

“Do you love the Lord, Ragnar?”

Yoseph’s question rattled in her heart.

What would happen if she couldn’t give a proper name to the emotion that was steadily growing into pity?

She might ultimately sink and die in the pity and sorrow that filled her heart.

“Hoo…”

Ragnar let out a rough breath. The only sounds in the dark, majestic bedchamber were the breaths of the two people. Ragnar’s breathing, swallowing Arzeletta’s panting like a gentle breeze, was as fierce as a beast that had finished a hunt at full speed.

The man grasped his p***s. His already overwhelming thing looked even more aggressive when held in his large hand.

With one hand on his own s*x and the other tracing Arzeletta’s skin, where his handprint was left, he spread Arzeletta’s legs.

“!”

As the hard tip touched her entrance, which had been loosened by his fingers for a while, Arzeletta arched her back in renewed surprise.

She knew it wasn’t true. He had never once tried to invade her until now. Ragnar had declared that he would protect Arzeletta from sin.

Even though she knew, everything was so different from usual that Arzeletta felt a new kind of fear.

Even though she had already given herself completely to Ragnar. More than the fact that he might enter her, the different temperature of Ragnar’s actions made her newly afraid.

“Ah, My Lord, ah…”

The tip of his rock-like p***s rubbed against Arzeletta’s soft flesh. A wet sound was immediately heard.

Her body, which had been loved without cease by his hands, was languidly relaxed, seeming as if it could swallow him up if he applied just a little more force.

“…Arzeletta.”

The coarse, scratched voice sent a shiver down Arzeletta’s spine. Today, truly, everything was different.

There was a look of bloodlust in Ragnar’s eyes as he looked down at Arzeletta’s white body.

His neatly arranged hair was now disheveled, falling messily over his forehead. His e***t p***s, beneath the Holy Knight’s uniform that he had not completely taken off, seemed to be testifying more clearly to his sin.