From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 183

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

Her vision blurred from the pain. She felt like she was going to lose consciousness if he moved even a little. Arzeletta just parted her lips, unable to even scream. The tears that flowed down moistened her earlobes.

“It’s because it’s the first time. You’ll feel good soon…”

Theogrim, who had gently kissed Arzeletta’s forehead, once again put his weight on her. A sharp scream erupted from Arzeletta’s throat as she was stabbed in a place she did not even know existed.

“Hmph…”

Even her fingertips were trembling. Arzeletta scratched his arms as if she was clinging on. Theogrim’s hand lightly patted Arzeletta’s white b******s.

“Good girl, Rzel. You’re doing well.”

“Ah, ahh…”

“Do you feel it?”

Theogrim lifted Arzeletta’s hand and placed it over the spot where the two of them were joined. Arzeletta panted and was led by his hand.

“It’s all in. Me inside you.”

“……”

“It’s warm. So soft, just as I imagined… Rzel. My Rzel.”

Arzeletta barely lifted her tear-soaked eyelids.

She could not understand the pain she was feeling.

Why was it hurting so much?

He was the person she loved, the person she had yearned for so desperately for so long…

It had not been long since the night she had cried in sorrow, fearing that her first person would not be Theogrim.

“I’m going to move.”

Theogrim said. Arzeletta, who had been panting and sweating, inhaled her breath.

The insertion had just ended.

She was already so scared that she wanted to run away. It already hurt this much just by having him inside her, she could not even imagine what would happen after this.

But her arms and legs were still limp. She did not even dare to try to escape from what was buried inside her. Just moving a little was as painful as a nightmare.

“Good girl. Rzel.”

Help me…

Someone please…

“……!”

Arzeletta was startled for a moment by the thought that had come to her.

…It was a name she should never have thought of in this situation.

Arzeletta, who had recalled his familiar kindness, his worried gaze, and his strict mouth, shook her head.

It was her own choice.

To embrace Theogrim, and to be embraced by him.

…So she should not feel sorry for herself.

“Hah…!”

At the same time as the thought, Theogrim moved his hips. Arzeletta’s eyes widened from the pain that felt as if she was on fire.

“Ah, it, it hurts…!”

“I know. I know. It will be okay soon. Just a little…”

Theogrim’s hip movements slowly picked up speed. Arzeletta thrashed in Theogrim’s arms, unable to even breathe properly.

“Just a little…”

Theogrim’s hand parted Arzeletta’s thighs even more. Arzeletta’s entrance, which was opened to the fullest to welcome him, slowly became wet from the fast and strong friction that was pushing into her.

The firm column repeatedly sank deep into her small gap and came back out. The moisture that soaked him became thicker with each repetition.

Squelch.

“Ah…”

The sound of water slowly became stickier. Arzeletta, who was pinned under Theogrim’s body, squeezed her eyes shut. As she closed her eyes, the sound of water becoming progressively thicker beneath her was heard even more clearly.

It was still overwhelming. It still hurt. But her insides, which were wetting as if to protect her, slowly calmed Arzeletta. She felt like she was going to faint any second, but the pain gradually dulled as if she was wrapped in a soft cloth.

“You’re doing well, Rzel.”

“Ah, hmph…”

“Good girl. Good girl. Just a little…”

“Love to your heart’s content.”

At the memory that once again painfully struck her heart, Arzeletta bit her lip.

…I will not look back.

“Ah, hah, Theo…!”

Arzeletta thrashed at Theogrim’s movements, which were getting faster and deeper. Theogrim’s p***s, which had pulled out of her body, was glistening with her fluid.

Theogrim breathed out a deep and hot sigh.

His eyes, which meticulously examined Arzeletta who was trapped in his arms, were frightfully sharp.

It was a result that had come at the end of a 10-year wait.

Theogrim slowly went back and forth inside Arzeletta, who was delightfully clenching him with a moderate tension.

The squelching sound of water at the point of contact was lovely. The weakening resistance of her inner flesh that had accepted him, and Arzeletta’s insides that became even wetter with each of his movements, were unbearably lovely.

Arzeletta, his Arzeletta, was panting with his p***s embraced by her lovely inner flesh. Theogrim took in all of Arzeletta with his eyes, which were almost glistening like a beast’s.