From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 179

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

Theogrim bit Arzeletta’s lips again. The hand that had burrowed under her remained there. While the two lips with blood on them met, Theogrim’s fingers touched and felt the deep inside of Arzeletta.

They were two people with appearances that suited each other like decorations. It was a scene like a painting of a mythological moment. Arzeletta, a fairy, and Theogrim, who was called an angel. A scene of those two, without anything on, kissing and embracing each other, looked pure at first glance.

But the heat of the angel’s tongue exploring the fairy’s mouth and the persistence of the fingers buried under her were not at all revealed in that beautiful sculpture.

Theogrim’s neat hand was drenched with the lubrication that Arzeletta had secreted. As if he could taste with his hand, he received her liquid and burrowed even deeper inside.

Arzeletta tilted her head back. She could not even breathe properly. Her white and transparent nape drew a beautiful line as it tilted back. Not missing the moment, Theogrim’s lips came down along the line of her neck. A red bruise was quickly etched along his lips.

“The, Theo, wait a moment…!”

“Shh, Rzel.”

“Right now, what on earth…”

Arzeletta, who had barely escaped from his lips, stammered a question. She could not put any strength into her body.

“I waited for you to wake up, Rzel.”

“Ah…”

“You must remember our first moment.”

Theogrim whispered in Arzeletta’s ear. It was a gentle voice as always, but his breath touching her ear was hot enough to burn.

“Ah, Theo…!”

Arzeletta placed her two hands on Theogrim’s chest, which was instantly pressing against her whole body. The moment she brought her arms together, her b*****s stood out lusciously between her straight arms.

Arzeletta’s eyes, which had confirmed her own body, were filled with embarrassment. Her body was a mess, as if she had already finished having s*x several times. Her cute, pointed n*****s were glistening with saliva. Her white mounds of b*****s were covered in messy bite and lip marks. They were savage marks, as if she had been gnawed on.

More than anything, what made Arzeletta feel dizzy was the sticky, murky fluid smeared on her hands and arms.

A long streak of the murky fluid was stretched between her charmingly swollen b*****s. Only then did Arzeletta realize that her chest and lower abdomen were all wet.

With the unique fishiness and the pheromone scent that made her face flush, Arzeletta was not unaware of what was soaking her body.

It was a man’s e*******e… which she had received enough to overflow her entire body every night in Ragnar’s bed.

“Ah…”

Arzeletta looked up at Theogrim with eyes that had turned terribly red. Theogrim, who was hovering above her as if he was reigning over her, was already aroused to his limit.

She did not know how many times he had e********d into her body while she was unconscious. It was now meaningless to count the times.

“Ah, Theo…!”

Theogrim came crashing down on Arzeletta again. He was grasping his firm, powerful p***s in one hand like a weapon.

“Wait, just a moment… Where on earth am I…!”

As if to stop Theogrim, who was about to part her legs without any intention of answering, Arzeletta beat his chest. Theogrim breathed out a hot sigh and replied.

“It’s the deepest part of the Rosenburg castle.”

Arzeletta’s eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected answer.

“It’s a hidden place that you can only enter through a secret door.”

“Ah…”

Arzeletta recalled the secret passage that Exion had told her about. This castle, which had become the current Rosenburg castle, was said to have been built more than a thousand years ago. Even before Ragnar rebuilt the domain, it was an old castle that had been torn down and rebuilt hundreds of times.

‘This kind of huge castle must have a lot of secret passages like this.’

Arzeletta had thought this on the day she had followed Exion into the ritual room.

Arzeletta finally looked around.

It was a room so large it was hard to believe it was a hidden place inside the castle.

“And now it’s a place that only I can enter, Rzel.”

At his next words, Arzeletta looked at Theogrim. A strange sense of accomplishment had appeared on his perfectly sculpted face, which was so aroused to its limit that it looked languid.

“Because I am the only one who has deciphered the map to enter this room. It was a cipher using an ancient language of another race. Of course, I burned it as soon as I deciphered it.”

“……”