Chapter 2: Lovers Messing Around In The Stable (Part 2)

As the sun set, Lizbeth made her way to the stables, her steps couldn’t have been lighter. She dusted off her shoes and smoothed out the folds of her skirt, wondering how she could look neat and pretty for Bieren. She fiddled with her hair, braiding and then undoing it repeatedly until she finally put it up in her usual neat bun and headed for the stables.

Creak—

As she opened the stable door, she heard the sound of rusty hinges creaking. Lizbeth froze upon hearing the sounds of heavy breathing coming from inside the lighted stall. The only other sounds in the stables at night were animal noises, but this one sounded human.

“Hmph, hmph, madam, ah….”

“Please, there, yeah, huh….”

Lizbeth approached the inner part of the stable, drawn by the sounds of panting of a man and a woman. The voices were vaguely familiar. It seemed to be the Duchess and a stable hand (a stable hand, also known as a groom or stable boy, is a person who works at a horse ranch or stable to care for the animals). As Lizbeth approached to greet them, she noticed the stable hand’s c*ck wedged between the Duchess’s slender legs. The stable hand’s large frame obscured the Duchess’s face.

“Ah, that’s good, huh, ah!”

Lizbeth, hearing the Duchess’ loud moans, couldn’t think of anything other than that something was wrong. The stablehand looked like a beast as he laid her down on a pile of straw and rocked his hips. This must be the affair between the man and woman she had heard about. Lizbeth instinctively understood. She couldn’t stand the barbaric noises and wanted to flee. Just as she was about to reach for it, the door swung open once more. Bieren entered.

“Mi-Milord…”

Lizbeth stammered when she saw him enter the room. 

Bieren shouldn’t see the Duchess engaging in such an affair, especially considering she was his mother.

Lizbeth instinctively tugged at Bieren’s sleeve. She was about to ask him to leave, but the moment he entered the stable, his face fell as he heard the sound.

“Hmph, ah!”

The stablehand’s voice rose in pitch as he kicked one of the horses in the ankle, and the horses inside neighed and ran wild. One horse went berserk, hitting another, and a chain reaction set off the neighboring horses. Lizbeth froze with her hands clasped together as the horse in front of her raised its front legs. At that moment, Bieren scooped her up and rolled her over the straw next to him.

“Haah….”

Lizbeth breathed a sigh of relief and found Bieren right in front of her. She was cradled in his arms and pinned beneath him. The man’s waist was between her legs, their bodies pressed tightly together. It was not much different from the way the duchess had been pinned beneath the stablehand. Lizbeth stammered, barely meeting Bieren’s gaze.

“Let’s get up… I’ll help you up.”

“It’s better not to get up until the horses calm down.”

His voice sounded too close. It felt like she could even hear his heartbeat. Lizbeth tried to hold her breath. The stables were filled with the cries of rampaging beasts. Mixed in with the occasional horse were the sounds of ar*used humans.

“Ahhhh, there, ugh!”

Bieren was not surprised that his mother was having an affair. She had been the talk of the town even after her marriage, and rumors of her affairs with various men circulated. Growing up seeing such behavior from his parents, Bieren always felt disillusioned with hypocrisy. He learned firsthand how lust and love could make people foolish.

That’s why Bieren found the behavior of the maid before him so funny. Lizbeth was flushing red with embarrassment as if she did not know what kind of woman she was serving.

“Don’t listen to such noise.”

Aside from her embarrassment, Lizbeth felt sorry for Bieren, who had been forced to witness his mother’s infidelity. She couldn’t even fathom how heartbroken he must have been. Lizbeth reached out and covered his ears with her hands. Feeling the pressure on his ear as Lizbeth covered it, Bieren muttered with a hint of annoyance. 

“Don’t sympathize with me without knowing my situation.” 

In his eyes, Lizbeth was like a rabbit with its head stuck in a beast’s maw. Lizbeth appeared as a stranger who knew nothing about the man who was lusting after her.

“Did you ugh come here to bear a child? Huh it feels like you are cutting off my c*ck, ah ugh!”

Lizbeth’s hair stood on end as she listened to the stable hand’s lewd remarks. The subject of his obsc*ne talk was, unbelievably, the lady of the manor, the Duchess. Without realizing it, her legs tightened around Bieren’s waist. He whispered in her ear as if he’d heard the lewd remarks as well.

“It seems you enjoy such language.”

Although she was still covering his ears, it didn’t seem to be working. Or perhaps the stable hand’s moans were just too loud. Bieren leaned closer to Lizbeth’s ear and whispered words that could startle her.

“Boldly pressing against my waist while listening to a man’s moans.”

Bieren didn’t want to engage in his first intimate encounter with the maid in the stable. However, Lizbeth’s legs tightening around his waist in excitement at the stable hand’s voice made him feel annoyed. He felt foolish for letting her cover his ears as if she were considering his feelings. He thought his mother was the only one who succumbed to young and healthy men, but it seemed that even his maid was no different from his mother.

“No, that’s not… ” 

She was startled and loosened her tightening on her legs. At that moment, Bieren leaned down deeply, pressing against her thighs exposed under her skirt. A single, firm movement of his hips sent a subtle heat rising through the rubbing fabric. The sensation that shot up her spine made her wrap her legs around his waist again.

“Ah, huh…”

Lizbeth’s voice leaked out, sounding like the duchess after engaging passionately with the stable hand. Startled by the sound she made, Lizbeth removed her hand from his ear to cover her mouth. Bieren pressed his clothed c*ck firmly between Lizbeth’s legs that had been pressed together and asked.

“Is it itching down there?”

He pulled her into his arms and pressed her with his upper body. When her ample bosom pressed against his firm chest, a gasp of amazement escaped his lips. Her br*asts squashed against his chest, soft and plump, and there was enough flesh that he couldn’t grip it all in his hand. Every time he rocked his hips while pressing his upper body against hers, her pressed n*pples felt ticklish, making her moan.

“Huh, this feels strange…”

“Where, how does it feel strange?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, uhh….”

Lizbeth had no way to describe this sensation. Every time the firm pillar-like object inside his thigh protruded against her underwear, it felt hot, and her thighs seemed to keep coming together. To her embarrassment, her n*pples were getting hard, like pinched nerves. Lizbeth sucked in a breath as Bieren slipped his hand under her skirt and rubbed it over her underwear.

“You’re soaking wet.”

Bieren said in a low voice filled with excitement. His s*x education teacher had told him that women only secrete fl*ids between their legs when they are very ar*used. Bieren, who had distanced himself from women, this was the first time he’d ever seen it. As he looked into Lizbeth’s eyes, who he thought might cry out of embarrassment, his low ar*usal surged. He murmured in her ear as he ran his fingertips over her wet underwear.

“Tightening your waist like you’re begging to be f*cked…now your c*nt’s so soaking wet.”

As the flesh clinging to the wet underwear stuck to his fingertips, he felt like swearing. 

How could it be so soft? 

He wanted to part the awkward piece of cloth right away and push his c*ck inside her, but the thought of tearing her tight hole would only prolong the long wait. Lizbeth gulped and shook her head frantically.

“I-I didn’t… uh….” 

“Then who does this belong to?”

Bieren asked as he pulled up the wet underwear with a taunting tone. Lizbeth moaned and bucked her hips as she felt the wet underwear folded thinly and tucked into her p*ssy folds. Each time the underwear bobbed up and down in her p*ssy folds at his touch, she felt a rush of sensations she’d never felt before.

“Mmm, mmm, ooohhh!”

She involuntarily moaned before quickly covering her mouth. She couldn’t believe the lewd sound that came out of her mouth. The moment Lizbeth moaned, Bieren lifted both her legs tightly wrapped around his waist as if unable to resist anymore. As a result, Lizbeth’s body sank in his chest and her skirt was lifted. He pushed aside the cloth between her exposed legs under the skirt. When the beautifully closed intimate area of her c*nt was revealed, Bieren swallowed his excitement and said,

“It even excites the taste buds.”

“Why there… ah, uh!” 

Before Lizbeth could fully grasp the situation, Bieren had his nose between the maid’s legs and buried his lips in her flooded p*ssy, licking it with his tongue. As the hard tip of his tongue probed the delicate flesh, Lizbeth grabbed his face and begged.

“It’s dirty, un, ah, stop, please, uh….”

That was where the waste came out. Lizbeth said she hadn’t done anything wrong, but she was afraid she might have. She shook her legs frantically, fearing Bieren might lick there again. However, her thighs were held in place by his grip, making it easy to spread them apart. Bieren lifted his head and glared at Lizbeth, trembling.

“Where’s the dirt? All I can taste from your p*ssy is something I want to stick my tongue into.”

“That, ugh, that’s not true, no, no!”

Lizbeth thought Bieren was lying. She couldn’t understand why he was licking between her wet legs like inspecting them or calling her private parts with vulgar words. All she knew was that Bieren’s act of exploring her private parts with his tongue was perverted and intimate.

“You have no idea how good your p*ssy tastes.”