Chapter 2: Lovers Messing Around In The Stable (Part 3)

He looked down at her, whose face was flushed due to his vulgar language. Between the young maid’s legs, there was a glistening moisture every time his tongue lapped over them. Bieren couldn’t understand those who were ar*used by a woman’s scent, but at that moment, he couldn’t deny it. Every time he sucked on her c*nt, he would flick his tongue and splash her juices with his tongue.

“Ugh, ah, ugh….”

While teasing with his tongue, he didn’t take his eyes off Lizbeth, who was moaning in excitement. Her thighs were quivering with the need to close them to keep his tongue away. Every time her master’s tongue flicked between her legs, lustful sensations rushed through her, consuming her. Her thighs, held by the man, were spread apart easily. Bieren searched for a place to touch Lizbeth’s lower body, and when he pressed his thigh against hers, he turned his head.

“Mmm, hmm!”

Lizbeth moaned at the invasion of Bieren’s tongue into the hole beneath her p*ssy. She hastily covered her mouth with her palm, but her legs trembled uncontrollably from the unfamiliar sensation. 

How could he insert his tongue there? 

The sensation of warm and moist flesh entering her inner walls made her toes curl.

“Uh, ah, ugh!”

Bieren not only inserted his tongue but also explored various places with the tip of his tongue as if savoring the inside. As his tongue moved slowly in circular motions, Lizbeth’s waist trembled. At that moment, Bieren, with his lips covering her oozing intimate area, sucked everything up as if sucking on a straw. Lizbeth gripped his hair, whimpering, and pushed him away.

“Ah, it’s hot, oh, yes, ugh….”

When Bieren saw Lizbeth’s moist face looking up at him and gasping, he felt a heaviness below. He hadn’t inserted his c*ck or sucked on the cl*toris yet; he had only put his tongue in and sucked on it. Yet, there was copious fl*id seeping through her undergarments. He regretted not being able to stop the oozing fl*id between her legs. He wanted to push his c*ck in and see how much fluid would accumulate inside her walls.

“Ugh, ugh!”

As Bieren pushed his tongue further inside, Lizbeth moaned in agony. As she wriggled her legs as if fleeing from the sensation, the sharp tip of the man’s nose darted in and out of her p*ssy. It was a dizzying sensation almost to the point of tickling. She could feel his breathing through her p*ssy. As his tongue delved deeper, Lizbeth’s intimate area twitched and tightened. Bieren withdrew his tongue and taunted in a voice filled with excitement.

“How much do you like it that you even tighten around a tongue that’s pleasuring your c*nt?”

“Ah, uh, it’s not like that.”

Lizbeth stammered, not knowing what to say. She was calmly holding her tongue even in the face of the man’s excited words pouring out. How innocent and lewd it was. Bieren looked at her and with urgent hands, began to pull down his pants as he spoke.

“Hold your p*ssy open with your hands.”

“W-where…?”

“I want you to reach between your legs with your hands and open that hole I’ve been sucking so hard.”

Bieren looked at the stunned and stuttering maid and pulled out his monstrous p*nis. Lizbeth swallowed her fear at the sight of the monstrous size of his c*ck. It was her first time seeing a man’s g*nitals, and it didn’t look like it belonged between a man’s legs.

“Is it so difficult to spread your legs? It takes so much effort.” 

Though Bieren scolded, he liked that she didn’t immediately understand him. It seemed like he was teaching a naive girl about the ways of the world. He took Lizbeth’s hands, overlapped them, and guided them between her legs. As Lizbeth’s wet intimate area touched her fingertips, she gasped in surprise.

“Uh, it’s strange, so strange….” 

Her flesh, heated from friction, was warm and soft. It was a place she wouldn’t touch unless she was washing, yet just the touch of her fingertips brought forth strange sensations. Bieren spread her p*ssy folds as he had instructed her and looked at the trembling girl, teasingly. The reddened flesh, moist and swollen, seemed to urge his p*nis.

“Is it as itchy and hot as it was earlier?”

Bieren asked, aiming his red, swollen p*nis at Lizbeth’s v*ginal opening. The moment the gl*ns touched the warm flesh, he sucked in a breath and thrust his hips. Sure enough, the flesh twitched at the friction of the hard gl*ns, even as Lizbeth spread her p*ssy folds with both hands. He sucked in a ragged breath as the twitching flesh stimulated his gl*ns.

“Even though I haven’t put it in, you’re already getting so messy.”

“Mmm, hmm, ah….”

Lizbeth shuddered at the rubbing of his gl*ns, which was unimaginably large and hard. Through the front of his undone trousers, a thick manhood protruded and pressed firmly against her entrance.

“I have to go in without delay. If I’m any later, I’ll raise suspicion.”

At that moment, the voice of the Duchess could be heard from inside the stable. The stable hand’s voice followed as if grabbing hold of someone who was about to leave. Lizbeth held her breath as she heard the Duchess’ voice. She should probably escape faster than them, but the man above her seemed unwilling to move out of the way.

“Hmph, if we get caught, if….”

The two were lying on a pile of straw inside the stable, but Lizbeth suddenly felt scared. If the Duchess were to see her, the maid whom she had brought, entangled with her son, she would be greatly disappointed. Lizbeth knew it, but she couldn’t push Bieren away. He wasn’t the only one addicted to the heat of promiscuity and lust. Bieren gasped roughly and grumbled.

“If you’re afraid of getting caught, why are you squeezing your legs? You’re incredibly sly.”

“Uh, ah….”

She tensed up due to nervousness, then relaxed as he pressed his manhood against her repeatedly contracting flesh. As Lizbeth heard Bieren’s obsc*ne words and tightened below, a moan almost escaped her lips. The closer the footsteps got, the more Lizbeth’s thighs clenched and her hole gaped, almost as if she were trying to squeeze his c*ck.

“What’s that noise there….” 

Upon hearing the stable hand’s words, Lizbeth was startled and buried her head in Bieren’s chest. At that moment, she let go of the hand holding her c*nt folds and gripped the cloth on his chest. Afraid of being caught, Bieren rubbed between the maid’s legs, making a wet friction sound.

“Hmph….”

Swallowing her moans, Lizbeth resentfully looked at her cruel master. As their eyes met, he pushed his hips again in excitement, causing another moan to escape. The uncontrollable excitement as he moved made her tingle. Not knowing shame or embarrassment, she became wet below.

“Bring me my robe that fell there. I can’t be seen wandering around with a stranger outside without a maid.”

At the Duchess’s demand, the stable hand stopped moving toward Lizbeth. He shuffled away on his booted feet, grabbed the robe, and left the stable. Finally, Bieren pushed his hips freely, savoring the soft flesh.

“Dripping your juices like you’re begging for it, spreading your legs like you want my c*ck.”

“Uh, please, it’s… sensitive…”

Lizbeth whimpered, her hips bucking. She dreaded the friction-heated pl*asure that blossomed between them each time she was crushed by his hard body. With each thrust, a lewd sound echoed as her w*tness flowed. As Bieren approached cl*max, his voice grew hoarse.

“Have you ever taken another man’s c*ck here?”

“Well, uh, I…,” 

Lizbeth stammered, her eyes widening in innocence. It was possible to tell from her innocent reaction that this was her first time, yet the lack of denial fueled Bieren’s ar*usal. He pressed harder against her flesh, demanding answers.

“Since when do you know what a man’s c*ck tastes like, and answer me straight.”

“I… I never… knew…”

Bieren’s excitement heightened, knowing he’d be Lizbeth’s first. Hearing it directly from her was different from just guessing. Without realizing it, he pushed his hips with more force, slipping his m*mber into her untouched c*nt.

“Ha, ugh, that hurts, please….”

Even though only the tip of his c*ck had entered her, Lizbeth winced in pain. Bieren felt every inch as he penetrated her, feeling her tightness grip him. He breathed a satisfied sigh.

“Seeing you clench around my d*ck like this…. you’ve never had another man in you.”

A sickening sense of conquest washed over him, he succumbed to his desire. As he ej*culated, a milky fluid streamed down her flesh. Lizbeth looked down involuntarily as she felt her bottom get wet. The fluid resembled the l*quid that had dripped onto the waters on that summer day.

“Milord… please…”

Lizbeth called out to Bieren as he withdrew his c*ck inside her, her face flushed red and breathing hard. She now knew what he had done that summer day when he asked her to lower her head. After dressing Lizbeth again, Bieren warned as he held his p*nis over her underwear.

“If you dare entertain another man after opening your legs once, you will face consequences.”

The s*men on his gl*ns had stained her undergarments as well. Bieren’s actions were considerate towards Lizbeth’s untouched body. He had waited for her to come of age and had patiently anticipated this moment before tasting her for the first time.

“Think about who will use your c*nt.”

Lizbeth shivered at the possessiveness in his vulgar words. Her favorite master wasn’t a knight. Despite his noble appearance, beneath it lay a vulgar ruffian. Lizbeth grasped her skirt tightly with a reddened face and spoke up.

“You said you were going out in the city, on horseback….”

“I’ve already mounted my mare. Is there a need for me to go out riding unnecessarily?”

Bieren replied ominously as he lowered Lizbeth’s skirt. There was no shame in the man’s face as he spoke, and Lizbeth blushed in his place.

Lizbeth remembered the sensation of his tongue licking up her bottom that night, and the face of the man thrusting between her legs lingered in her mind for a long time. She wondered if lovers were supposed to do such lascivious things and speak such obsc*ne language, and she pulled the covers over her blushing face as she thought about it. Despite knowing that a mere maid could not become the lover of a nobleman, she savored his warmth in her fantasies.