From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 182

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

“Rzel…”

“Ah, Theo…”

“Rzel, my Rzel.”

Arzeletta breathed out a panting breath into Theogrim’s ear.

A shiver ran down Theogrim’s spine. Everything about her tickled him. He felt as if he was falling violently into the world of Arzeletta. It was a euphoric abyss where he would feel no fear even if he fell forever.

Arzeletta, who had been tickling his ear and gently stroking his p***s, slowly changed her posture.

Arzeletta’s white and straight legs parted. She opened her body herself. Her expression was so clean that it was pure enough to look like it had no s****l intention.

“Theo…”

Arzeletta pulled Theogrim’s neck closer. Her parted legs wrapped around his firm waist. Her gently wetted entrance naturally came into close contact with his p***s.

“Hurry…”

Theogrim’s eyes became bloodshot. Arzeletta wanted him. So lovingly, so gently and sweetly.

Her eyes, her lips, and her secret entrance were all thoroughly wet and gently relaxed.

It was a dream-like sight to the point of being frightening.

“……”

Theogrim laid Arzeletta’s body down. She was led by his touch without resistance.

At this moment, her emotions, her gaze, her gestures, everything was as soft and sweet as cotton candy.

Arzeletta smiled more beautifully and transparently than ever.

Once again, all the flowers in the world sighed.

“Rzel. It might hurt a little. Okay?”

At Theogrim’s voice, which was full of apology, Arzeletta nodded her head. She softly pulled down the corners of her eyes. Theogrim’s heart was once again cut by Arzeletta’s glass-like smile.

Her transparency, her brilliance, dug into his heart like shattered glass. It was so sparkly.

He parted Arzeletta’s legs, which were buried deep in the bedding. Her red, inner flesh was waiting for him and was slightly gaping open, and because it was so lovely, Theogrim hunched over and kissed the entrance. Arzeletta’s ear tips turned red and she trembled her shoulders.

He stroked Arzeletta’s gentle pubic hair, which was thoroughly wet with his s***n. It was his love that he had spewed out so many, many times while she was asleep.

But it was woefully insufficient to fill the last 10 years.

As he stroked her pubic hair and mound as if she were a baby animal, Arzeletta tried to slightly close her knees in embarrassment. Theogrim did not allow it and parted her legs again.

“Ah…”

Theogrim grasped his firmly e***t p***s and aligned it with her wet entrance.

It already hurt just from the tip touching her. She slightly moved her body back without realizing it, but Theogrim’s hand was too firm.

“Rzel.”

“Ah, Theo…”

“…I love you.”

“……!”

Arzeletta tensed her fingertips on Theogrim’s shoulder. Soon, his firm p***s pushed its way in, parting her soft flesh.

“I love you, Rzel.”

At that moment, he put his weight on his waist. The man’s p***s, which was as threatening as a bludgeon, parted her baby-like, soft and tender flesh.

Deeply and heavily, Theogrim’s desire pushed into her. Deeper, and deeper. To the deepest and darkest place he could reach inside her.

“Hmph…!”

At that moment, Arzeletta arched her waist. Theogrim grabbed the inside of Arzeletta’s thigh and pressed down with force.

“Shh, shh, Rzel. It’s okay.”

“Ah, ahh…”

“Just a little. If you just bear it a little, it will be okay soon.”

Tears instantly welled up in Arzeletta’s widely opened eyes. The light in her eyes that had been sparkling towards Theogrim scattered in an instant from the overwhelming pain that was being pushed inside.

It felt as if she had been stabbed with a weapon. What had torn through her weak flesh was much more aggressive than her vague imagination. Arzeletta feebly moved her arms and legs, feeling as if she had been pierced through to her core.

Fine sweat beaded on her clean forehead. This was even before he had started moving. The insertion had only just begun. Arzeletta looked at Theogrim, who was on top of her body, with a feeling of despair.

Theogrim’s fingertips gently wiped Arzeletta’s forehead. Even at that moment, the p***s that was filling her inside was firmly piercing her flesh, which was as soft as a flower.