From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 88

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

He was collapsing beyond control. The fact that this maid had appeared here, now, felt like a curse. The way her eyes looked at him without any hidden intent relentlessly led him into corruption.

The color of the maid—this woman—began to stir anew in Ragnar’s grey world.

Her pale white skin, her deep black hair, and above all, her blushing pink lips—along with that spring green hue in her eyes, like freshly sprouted leaves.

Temperature, touch, and texture all came back to life. These were things he had spent a lifetime suppressing.

Ragnar stared at the maid’s lips, which, when pressed by his fingers, yielded gently and then returned to shape—as if seeing them for the first time.

“My lord…”

A soft and warm exhale brushed his fingers. At the breath-like sound of her voice, Ragnar froze, his hand halting in place.

“You called for me, so I…”

“……”

“I don’t know either. Why I came here. Someone called me.”

Arzeletta’s eyes grew damp. As always, when facing the lord, she felt like she had committed some unforgivable crime.

“…Was it truly you who called me?”

But it wasn’t a lie. Arzeletta truly didn’t know why she had come here. She wanted to know, too.

Why the one who had drawn her to this lakeside under this magical pull of the night…

…was not Theogrim.

“Huh…!”

Arzeletta’s green eyes widened.

The maid’s eyes, opened wide in surprise, trembled. It was a deep and mysterious shimmer, like a moonlit lake.

Ragnar’s face, backlit by the moonlight, came closer. The feeling of his hand that had been pressing against her lips disappeared.

What replaced it were the lips of this cold and noble Holy Knight.

Startled, Arzeletta tried to turn her head away—but she had already been caught by him.

Arzeletta’s eyes closed. Her lips, pressed against his, parted on their own. Haa… Her fragrant breath slipped through the perfectly sealed contact between their lips.

Their tongues intertwined.

As if trying to hold onto the maid who was slipping away from him, the man’s hands became desperate. Her slender wrists were seized by one of his hands and pressed above her head, bound.

“Mmgh….”

Arzeletta’s face flushed, and she squirmed her waist. Even that was held by the Lord’s remaining hand. With both arms and her waist captured by the man’s hands, she merely parted her lips to receive him.

The Lord overlaid his body onto the maid’s slender form. The two bodies pressed close.

The thin fabric Arzeletta wore slowly became wet from the lake water that dampened the man’s skin. With the fabric gradually soaking and clinging to him, the sensation of Ragnar’s firm muscles explicitly touched Arzeletta’s skin. It was a terrifyingly vivid touch.

“……”

The Lord’s tongue delved deeper and more persistently inside the maid. There was no room for even a low moan to escape. Arzeletta’s gasps and lovely moans were entirely swallowed by Ragnar. They were as small and sweet as a sugar cube placed on the tip of his tongue.

The Holy Knight’s robust body heavily overlapped the maid’s fabric, which was wet from his moisture and pressed close. Arzeletta’s softly swollen b*****s, her flat lower abdomen, and her neatly aligned thighs twitched with tension, tickling him.

After several attempts, Arzeletta gave up squirming. Even with all her strength, she couldn’t escape his hand by a single fraction.

Instead, each time she feebly squirmed in the man’s embrace, the muscles that met hers became firmer. Arzeletta’s stem-like neck was thrown back. Ragnar’s brow furrowed at her languid, relaxed response, as if she were granting him more permission.

“Mmm…”

Arzeletta gave a small gurgle in her throat. At that ticklish sound, rough veins swelled on Ragnar’s hand. In the illusion that even his dry swallowing beneath her transparent skin would be visible, he stroked the maid’s wrist with his thumb, which he held.

Tongues intertwined and saliva mixed. The wet sounds of them colliding settled low over the wild flowers. Arzeletta accepted the Lord’s kiss as if half-dreaming.

Everything about this moment was surreal, but the most incredible part was… the gentleness of the touch Arzeletta was receiving right now.