From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 147

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

Beneath her small, cute b******s, Arzeletta’s wet entrance twitched. The small opening that had held his finger and was drenched with warm liquid was unbearably lovely. Like a beast in heat, Ragnar rubbed his p***s against her soft flesh, overwhelmed by a feeling that every vein would burst.

On his neat forehead, on his neck, on his arm, and even on his p***s, a livid vein bulged.

He felt as though he had reached his limit. It was a wonder that he had suppressed this tyrannical and controlling nature until now.

He wanted to possess every corner of this beautiful maid who had cast her white body beneath him.

He wanted to make sure there was no place left unmarked by his presence, from her radiant scars to her most secret and deepest insides, all of it.

He wanted to own and control her past, present, and future, her entire life throughout every moment that might change.

He wanted this woman to be his not just in darkness, but in the light as well.

At this moment, Ragnar wanted to be an ordinary man.

As a common man who had dedicated himself to nothing, he wanted to embrace the woman he desired with greed and dive into ordinary sin.

It was a yearning he had never once held in his entire life.

“Arzeletta.”

He called the woman’s name again. His voice was like a sound he was engraving upon himself.

At this moment, Ragnar admitted that he had abandoned the vow he had made to God.

“Ah…!”

Arzeletta’s body trembled again. The man began to move his body slowly.

The p***s that had been pressing in as if to pierce Arzeletta at any moment did not touch her inside but plunged into the gap between her white thighs.

Arzeletta’s neat fingertips gripped the black sheet.

The man moved his body on top of the woman. The man in his uniform was as black as a grim reaper, and the woman beneath him was as white as moonlight. He delved deeply into the space between Arzeletta’s smooth legs.

Although it was something they had always done, today’s contact was incomparably more explicit than usual.

Arzeletta panted for breath. Her heart beat faster and faster. It was strange.

It felt… as if…

“Haaah…!”

…as if she was truly holding him inside her.

Ragnar’s shadow covered Arzeletta.

In his uniform, he looked much taller and stronger than usual. Arzeletta crouched beneath the man, feeling overwhelmed.

Her thighs were already drenched with the pre-e*******e he had profusely spilled. His weapon-like p***s rubbed against her, and Arzeletta’s wetness soaked him. Even without insertion, the black room was filled with the sound of water. It seemed that even actual intercourse would not have been this wet.

Arzeletta panted. She was reaching the climax. She couldn’t believe that she could get this hot just from rubbing their bodies together. Even at such a moment, Ragnar was relentlessly showering her back with kisses.

This was the first time he had ever been so unrestrained. She truly could not have imagined such an explosive Lord.

“Ah, aaah…!”

“……”

“My Lord, haa…”

Arzeletta trembled, enduring his heat with her entire body.

A hot fluid spilled between their joined legs. Just the raw and unique scent was enough to make Arzeletta’s face blush, for it was Ragnar’s s***n.

Even as he released his s***n, he did not stop moving on top of her. Arzeletta was soaked with it. It was so much s***n that it was frightening.

As if his persistence and shattered restraint were fully revealed, it was enough to drench her legs and b******s, wet the sheets, and mess up her curled lower abdomen.

“—Ah!”

After what felt like a flash of fire had passed and Arzeletta’s body went limp, his hand once again crept up to her belly. Arzeletta, whose tension had eased after her climax, was startled again and let out a moan.

Holding her b*****s from behind, Ragnar once more explored Arzeletta’s back.

As if to make sure his lips touched every single part of the black scars that covered more than half her back, systematically and without omission.

“Hmph…”

Arzeletta surrendered her body to Ragnar, half of her body soaked with his desire.

That’s right. Everything in this domain was his property. Arzeletta recalled that fact every time she felt like she was trapped in his embrace and falling into a dizzying abyss.

“…Arzeletta.”

It was ecstasy.