From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 90

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

“……!”

At that moment, Arzeletta’s slender body twitched strongly.

The moisture-laden garment slipped down from her upper body. Her completely bare skin was now in direct contact with him.

Ragnar’s hand gripped Arzeletta’s b******s, as she gasped in startled breath. Below Arzeletta, who lifted her waist as he instructed, like a good child, her black skirt was stripped away.

On the wild flowers in the moonlight, the maid’s body was whiter than the sprawling wild flowers.

When even the palm-sized piece of fabric covering her private area was undone by the Lord’s hand, Arzeletta was finally covered by nothing.

“Hmph…”

A moan escaped Arzeletta’s lips. Ragnar bit his inner lip.

Even as he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

It was a body like a crystal sculpture. A body as if an artist who had dedicated their entire life to sculpting had delicately refined it from jewels.

This unreality, where not a single part was left unrefined, where every nook and cranny seemed to exist solely for beauty, was now held captive in his arms.

Her slender, transparent body seemed as if it would shatter with just a little pressure. The maid’s beauty was so surreal that this commonplace expression felt like the truth.

It was a beauty not of human kind.

“…Ah!”

Arzeletta hunched her shoulders. Her lips parted as if a flower bud were bursting. Ragnar’s lips, which had been licking Arzeletta’s nape, buried themselves in her white, soft b*****s.

Arzeletta’s eyes flushed red. It was a heat rising from her heart.

Her heart, which had cowered as if dead through every insult and sorrow, was now beating with dizzying strength.

The hand that had been cupping Arzeletta’s small, slender cheek soon moved to her exposed white b****t.

Ragnar’s hand strongly gripped her exposed white b****t. The tender flesh, held in the warrior’s hand, larger than the woman’s waist, was distorted through his rough fingers.

With his firm fingertip, he pressed down hard on her prominently risen n****e.

“……!”

Arzeletta bit her lip, unable to even scream.

Her maid’s red peak stood sharply e***t in the passing night breeze. Perhaps it was due to constant tension. The peak was as red as a flower petal, unbelievably so for such a pale woman’s body, hidden beneath such ominous black clothing.

The two pointed tips were played with by Ragnar’s fingers.

The hand of the great Holy Knight, always concealed by gloves, seemingly destined only to wield a sword and sacred relics, was now gripping the maid’s two b*****s and teasing their n*****s.

“Please…”

“……”

“Lord, hmm.”

Arzeletta whispered in his ear with a wet voice. It was a plea, unclear whether she was asking him to stop or the opposite.

Arzeletta’s hair, fully pulled back, spread out wildly. Each time his firm fingers pulled, pressed, and gripped the sensitive tips, Arzeletta’s waist twitched uncontrollably.

Arzeletta’s thighs, exposed under the moonlight, gleamed like pearls. A deep darkness pooled in the gap between her tightly pressed thighs. Each time she twitched her waist, Ragnar’s body, increasingly touching between her legs, gained uncontrollable power.

A hot, heavy male organ, menacingly swollen, was penetrating between her tightly pressed legs. Arzeletta, her neck bitten and her chest offered, trembled weakly at Ragnar’s p***s, which sought to invade her legs. She looked almost crushed.

“Ah, mmm.”

A hot, damp sensation touched the tip of her sensitive n****e. Arzeletta released her arms from Ragnar’s neck and covered her own mouth with both hands.

Ragnar’s tongue was deeply biting and sucking Arzeletta’s red peak.

Moisture gathered at the corners of her tightly closed eyes. Arzeletta was almost about to cry. She didn’t know what to do, yet strangely, she couldn’t push away the man clinging to her.

This was… a completely different feeling from the familiar fear she had experienced with the many men who had tried to invade her before.

The Holy Knight’s tongue, which had licked and tasted her tongue, was now sucking and licking Arzeletta’s peak. It was an act like tasting a sweet fruit or candy.