From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 181

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

“Rzel…”

Arzeletta lifted her chin and kissed Theogrim.

Arzeletta’s white arms wrapped around the man’s neck. Her neat fingertips dug into his silver-white hair.

She tilted her head. So he could enter her more deeply, so he could take her as much as he wanted.

Their tongues intertwined and their fluids mixed. Arzeletta closed her eyes and focused on the kiss. As if Theogrim’s desire for her was more important than anything else at this moment.

Her black, smooth hair calmly wrapped around her white body like wet seaweed and flowed down.

The deep, shadowed hair shimmered like waves, following the turn of Arzeletta’s head.

The corners of her tightly closed eyes were red. Her deeply closed eyelashes trembled. Arzeletta hung on to Theogrim’s back even more deeply.

“Hah.”

Arzeletta let out a breathy sigh from between her parted lips. Theogrim gave her no space and once again poured kisses all over her face.

With her white, naked body completely surrendered to Theogrim’s hands, she lifted her face and received his kisses. Her forehead, the space between her eyebrows, her eyebrows, her eyelids, her earlobes, her cheeks, and her small, slender chin. Theogrim desired her as if he had almost lost his mind.

She released her hands that had been wrapped around Theogrim’s back. Then Arzeletta placed her hands on top of Theogrim’s hands.

“……”

The place she led his hands was her chest. Onto the soft, warm, and tender flesh that already had countless red marks from his hands and lips.

Her firm n*****s tickled his palms. They were nubs that were sticky with all their fluids, but no one cared about that. Because at this moment, it was a touch that Arzeletta had allowed herself.

Arzeletta sat up straight and raised her head, looking up at Theogrim as if she was adoring him.

“Rzel…”

At Theogrim’s call, which seemed to be filled with emotion, Arzeletta’s eyes narrowed as if she was smiling.

Theogrim swallowed his breath.

He felt as if his heart was being hit by a hammer.

It felt as if the world was melting away. All the flowers on earth would bow their heads before her smile. Theogrim grasped Arzeletta’s two lovely b*****s and lowered his face. He rubbed the tip of his nose against Arzeletta’s cute nostrils.

She was in his arms.

A being so lovely and beautiful that just looking at her would make his head feel strange.

Ten years, it had been a full ten years. The time he had to ignore her, who was his. The time he had to run away, pretending not to notice her ticklish gaze desperately following his back.

Arzeletta must have been hurt too. She must have been in agony. He knew. But Theogrim was certain.

He had carved his vows not anywhere else, but on his own face.

So that whenever Arzeletta saw him, and whenever he saw himself in the mirror, he would never forget the promise of that day for a single moment.

What kind of certainty, what kind of promise was needed anymore?

They had been each other’s from the very beginning.

“Rzel…”

“Hah…”

As Theogrim’s touch became stickier, her cheeks flushed again. She seemed to be much more relaxed than when she first woke up.

The exhalation that Arzeletta breathed onto his face was as sweet as a scent. Theogrim inhaled Arzeletta’s breath as if he was having a dream.

The two, with their gazes fixed on each other and their faces flushed, were still perfectly ideal, like a porcelain sculpture decorating the inner chamber.

It was a sight that made even the most obscene acts feel as pure as a myth.

While Theogrim was persistently touching and kneading her b*****s and twisting their ends, Arzeletta writhed her waist prettily. She was so relaxed, as if she was responding to every bit of warmth his hands gave her.

Soon Arzeletta moved her hands again.

“……!”

Then her neat and pretty fingertips touched Theogrim’s p***s.

As the tips of her almond-shaped nails touched his p***s, which had hardened to its limit, Theogrim’s Adam’s apple deeply bobbed. Arzeletta, with her eyes cautiously lowered, stroked his hardened p***s that was full of desire for her.

It was standing up in a fierce way that could never have been imagined from looking at Theogrim’s delicate face.

Arzeletta traced the blue veins on his p***s with her fingertips and gently touched the tip. At her touch, that small hole flinched and leaked a transparent fluid.

As Theogrim’s aroused fluid clung to Arzeletta’s fingers, her hand moved more smoothly. Arzeletta stroked his p***s while entrusting her b*****s to Theogrim’s hands. As if she was so delighted with it hardening even more aggressively inside her hand.