Chapter 1: Young Maid (Part 1)

“Hmm, master, please… Ah…”

Following the maid’s moans, there came the sound of the desk being pushed, thud, thud. Amidst the noise, Lizbeth continued to cry out as her master thrust himself between her legs. Seated on the desk as if on display, her legs spread wide like a frog’s, but the master’s firm body remained unmoved by her feeble struggles.

The maid’s discarded clothes lay trampled beneath his black boots, a sight not unlike Lizbeth’s own. Lizbeth’s tousled red hair was loose and disheveled on the desk, and her emerald green eyes were unfocused.

“Relax. No matter how much you resist, once I put my c*ck in, you’re eager for more.”

Bieren gripped Lizbeth’s hips tightly and nudged her. She had known this would happen the moment she’d been called to his study. He swiftly unb*ttoned her maid blouse, fondled her br*asts, lifted her skirt, and then lifted her up onto the desk in his study and thrust his c*ck inside her. Violating her anywhere, as if it were his inherent right.

“Hmph, yes!”

Lizbeth’s back arched as Bieren rammed his c*ck deep inside her. She tried to close her thighs, but they were caught by his thick waist, whose tightening seemed to mimic the squeezing of his p*nis. Excited by her struggles, Bieren spat out harsh words.

“You used to cry when I penetrated you, now you know how to clench my c*ck. A maid’s true nature is finally coming out.”

“Master, please, slow down… Ah!” 

A high-pitched moan erupted from Lizbeth’s lips as he sat down on the leather chair with her body in his arms. Her vision blurred as Bieren’s curved sh*ft slammed deep inside her, her thighs quivering as her juices dripped over his sh*ft.

“Master, hmmm, Master….”

“Clenching your c*nt tightly around my c*ck and dribbling saliva everywhere. One cannot tell who is the master and who is the servant.”

With a displeased tone, Bieren spoke, but there was an excitement in his voice that he couldn’t hide. He pushed up on the tightly clenched v*gina around his c*ck and ordered.

“Move, now.”

“Huh, uhh….”

Lizbeth gasped for breath, clutching the leather chair with knees clad in white stockings. As she arched her back, she winced at the sensation of his impaled p*nis slipping out of her wet c*nt. It slid out from between her slender, white legs and disappeared as she lowered herself again. A moan burst from her mouth.

“Hmph, ugh!”

Whenever she mounted him and moved her waist, it felt like his c*ck was penetrating deeper, making her uncomfortable. Tears welled up in her eyes. As Bieren’s c*ck filled her inner walls, as she humped her hips on top of him, she felt as though she could truly become his concubine. With each slow movement up and down, her inner thighs quivered.

“Ha, ugh, oooh, ahhh!”

“Looks like your t*ts are getting bigger.”

Bieren remarked as he watched her br*asts jiggle with each movement of her hips. The sight of the maid’s voluptuous br*asts bouncing up and down as she straddled him ar*used him. Her hips and br*asts were the only plump parts of her thin body. Lizbeth reached up and covered her br*asts as embarrassment surged through her under his intense gaze.

“What are you doing?”

With furrowed brows and his voice cold, Bieren froze Lizbeth in place. He immediately lightly restrained her wrists and raised them, much like a servant being punished by their master. Bieren pulled Lizbeth’s hands up and held them above her head.

“Haah, ugh, yes!”

“I undressed you to see your br*asts sway, why hide them?”

Though born into nobility, Bieren used words like a lowlife when he thrust between Lizbeth’s legs. His eyes never left her br*asts, which jiggled in circles as if they were about to fall off. With her hands restrained and arms raised, as if in punishment, her br*asts were jiggling in front of his eyes. Seeing this, Bieren naturally exerted more force.

“Is it so nice to straddle me, clenching my c*ck and jiggling your t*ts? Is this why you’re squeezing your c*nt so tight?”

He chastised as he felt Lizbeth’s insides clenching tightly around his c*ck. He found the most pl*asure in shaming Lizbeth, making her feel like his concubine. As he thrust, the more she tightened below, so Bieren forcefully thrust to stretch her inner walls.

“Ha, it feels like you’ve created a puddle with all the saliva dribbling. Ah, your insides are drenched.”

“Uh, ah, I’m sorry, ha, please, uh!” 

“Where does a maid get the audacity to dribble saliva on the master’s body?” 

Bieren said, his teeth clenched, pushing his waist forward. His ej*culation was drawing nearer as the slimy wet flesh squeezed his p*nis. The maid straddling him, with moist eyes, cheeks flushed red, seemed to only encourage the situation. Desperately, Bieren lifted Lizbeth’s body onto the desk, grasping her hips tightly, and began thrusting. A plea burst from her mouth as he held her body in his grip and began to thrust frantically between her legs.

“Ooohhh, hhhh, master, master, please, ahhhhhhh!”

“Huh, is this what I taught you?”

Bieren breathed heavily as he drove Lizbeth forward. No ‘hmm, inside, please’, an answer he wanted from her. Her vision blurred with pl*asure before she finally uttered the lewd language he had taught her.

“Hmm, master, please, inside, ueuk, give it to me, ah, hm!”

“Mmm, I’ll give it to you, take it all.”

As if he’d been waiting for it, Bieren ej*culated inside her. With his c*ck deeply embedded inside her, he repeatedly ej*culated, pulling out halfway and then slamming back in. Even as he shot his load, his hips didn’t stop thrusting, greedy for the warm, tightening inside. Lizbeth moaned, her thighs bucking.

“Haah, I can’t anymore…”

As his c*ck slipped out from between Lizbeth’s slender legs, it erected a white foam. Bieren looked down at the junction, where his viscous s*men oozed out, like a pervert. He was satisfied to see his s*men clinging between the folds of her p*ssy. Bieren shook his m*mber in front of Lizbeth’s face.

“Open your mouth.”

As if knowing what would happen next, the maid obediently opened her mouth, closing her eyes. His s*men covered her face and filled her mouth before she could swallow. Bieren felt a sense of satisfaction as he even let her suck out his s*men with her mouth after filling between her legs. He wanted to mark her as his own. When Lizbeth tried to close her lips immediately, Bieren, with a still ar*used but low voice, reprimanded her.

“Did you forget to show it to me before you swallow it?”

Lizbeth opened her lips and stuck out her tongue. Despite being subjected to such debauchery beneath her master every day, she was still too naive to be immune to this lascivious act, and so her lips trembled as she stuck out her tongue, which held her master’s c*m. Bieren opened his mouth to speak, seeing Lizbeth display her tongue covered in his s*men and leaking s*men between her legs.

“Such a shame, I could have impregnated you a dozen times over when I ej*culated inside you all this time.”

It was not at all sympathetic. After each s*xual encounter, Bieren always made Lizbeth take contraceptive pills. Whenever he penetrated between her legs, he poured out everything until no more s*men or prec*m came out of his c*ck. 

Today, as always, when he thought of Lizbeth, his c*ck stiffened, and he summoned her, lifting her skirt and inserting it firmly between her legs. As if it was supposed to.

“You’re not fit to bear my child.”

Bieren muttered harshly to the maid as if making her understand her role, pouring s*men into her every day but not to impregnate her. Although Lizbeth wore maid’s attire, she never worked anywhere in the mansion. He had initially kept her confined to her bedroom, but due to her constant whining about wanting to work, he had given her back the maid’s attire, albeit reluctantly. Her role wasn’t that of a maid cleaning the house. Lizbeth knew very well what her purpose was to Bieren.

“But you’re good for letting my c*m out.”

Lizbeth was his outlet for lust. Now, she was the maid who satisfied his desires, swallowing the c*m of the new master of the Duchy of Etterland.