Chapter 3: Bath Time (Part 3)

He scolded Lizbeth while probing inside with his fingers. Lizbeth shuddered as his fingers probed inside in a circular motion. Bieren withdrew his fingers slightly, then pushed them back in, repeating the motion. Each time his finger dipped beneath the twitching opening, Lizbeth was consumed by a wave of pl*asure amidst the friction and heat.

“Even just teasing with fingers makes you rock your hips so lewdly.” 

He furrowed his brow and pushed another finger into Lizbeth’s depths. Lizbeth was well aware that there were now two fingers inside her. As his fingers teased her warm, slick walls, she struggled to spread her thighs wider. Lizbeth involuntarily gripped his bare shoulder and shook her head, pleading.

“It’s tearing me apart… I’m going to tear…” 

“Why would it tear when you’re taking it so well?” 

Bieren asked as he withdrew his fingers slowly before thrusting them back in deeply. Lizbeth’s body writhed uncontrollably. Unable to contain herself, she pressed her br*asts against his nose and lips. She clenched down again and whimpered as his tongue flicked over her n*pples, which were bouncing in front of his vision.

“Ohh, yes, mmm…”

“Seems like you’ve developed a taste for being suckled by a man. Just sucking on your t*ts makes you tighten your p*ssy.” 

“No, hmmm, ooh, ahh!”

“Your p*ssy’s so full of c*m. It looked like a man had shot his load on you even when no one had.

Bieren bent his finger inside Lizbeth, scraping out cum that filled her. As her hole stretched to its limit, Lizbeth trembled with each stroke of his fingers. Her swollen cl*t throbbed, and cum leaked from her like a river, creating a mesmerizing sight.

“How much more swollen would your br*ast get if there was a child? The sight of your br*ast bouncing would be magnificent.”

While moving his fingers, Bieren also violated her with his mouth. In his imagination, Lizbeth was wobbling her swollen br*ast while dripping milk, bouncing on his c*ck and shaking her hips. Even though she was just a lowly servant, the sight of her br*asts dripping milk was undeniably arousing. He couldn’t resist his thirst any longer; he pulled her hips closer and pressed his lips firmly against her p*ssy.

“Agh, oh, hmm, ugh!”

The moment Bieren pressed his lips against Lizbeth’s swollen c*nt, she grabbed his hair. She didn’t even have time to think about how rude it was for a servant to grab her master’s hair. She just twitched like someone caught in the rush of pleasure violently stirring up beneath her.

“P-please, agh, stop…”

Her words were drowned out by moans. Her eyes glazed over as his fingers slid in and out, licking her tightening v*gina and sucking at the folds of her c*nt until she yelped. When Bieren used his tongue to stir the folds of c*nt and then sucked on the swollen cl*toris with his lips, Lizbeth grabbed his head tightly. As pleasure surged, tears of pleasure welled up in her eyes.

“Ah, no, stop, agh, I can’t, please…”

Bieren had no intention of listening to his maid’s pleas. Lizbeth was so overcome with pleasure that she ended up sobbing and clinging to him. Bieren was reveling in the pleasure of bringing his maid, who had brought him to ar*usal endlessly, to lustful pleasure. He couldn’t let go of her increasing moans of pleasure, her tightening grip on his fingers, or the sweetness between her legs. Even if it was piss running between her legs, he would suck it up.

“Hmph, ooh, no more, ah!”

Lizbeth clenched her toes tightly as she suppressed a whimper. Despite her continued efforts to push him away, the lewd master of the house didn’t budge. The man, with strength in his sturdy physique, received the feeble touch of the maidservant pushing him away. Even that touch felt like a stimulus to him. He increased the pace, sucking and teasing the swollen cl*toris nestled between the maid’s thighs, adding more pressure below.

“Ugh, no, ah, my lord, please!”

Lizbeth couldn’t hold back any longer and released a transparent fl*id, causing Bieren to swiftly withdraw his fingers from her v*gina. The stream of l*quid splashed into the bathtub, making a clear sound. All her arousal fluid that didn’t hit the surface went into her master’s mouth. He tasted the tangy sweetness of her cum. As his gaze met the hazy eyes of Lizbeth, clouded with pleasure, a sense of satisfaction surged within him.

“What an audacious maid to cum in her lordship’s mouth.”

Bieren spoke slowly, looking down at the maid. He hadn’t let go of her, he pressed her harder. Each time he insulted her harshly, he felt a sense of fulfillment growing within him. There was no greater joy than seeing her face blush crimson at his words and her gestures falter. Lizbeth’s tear-streaked face reddened as she trembled, her thighs quivering. She stammered, lowering her head.

“Forg-give me… I’m sorry….”

She tried to step back, but her legs gave out from under her. The tingling sensation between her legs turned into slow waves that engulfed her helplessly. As she slipped into the tub, he pulled her waist to catch her.

“Ah, you… you should spit it out… you should …”

Lizbeth, still catching her breath, brought her hand to the corner of Bieren’s mouth, urging him to spit it out. She dared not meet his gaze, turning her head away as she offered her hand. He pulled her chin to make her face him.

“Look at me straight. Who is your master?”

“Lord Bieren, you are… my master….”

She replied, her eyes soaked with tears, gazing at him. He didn’t know how a crying maid’s face could be so beautiful. Her eyes were so red; she seemed ready to burst into tears at any moment. Bieren ran his tongue across the corners of Lizbeth’s eyes.

“Then even what you spit out between your legs belongs to me.”

“I… I would never dare to be so disrespectful…”

Lizbeth sniffled as she couldn’t hold back her tears and spoke in a choked voice. It was terribly embarrassing for her to have defiled his mouth while being pleasured and unable to control her desires. And the fact that it felt undeniably good only added to her shame. Bieren whispered lazily as he looked at Lizbeth.

“It seems you know that what you’ve smeared down there is piss. You’d know if you sucked my tongue.”

“How… how could I suck your… tongue…”

Lizbeth heard his words and stuttered as her tears subsided. Shamefully, her gaze fell on her master’s lips. She wanted to part his lips to make sure he hadn’t really swallowed his piss. Bieren ordered the hesitant maid to kiss him.

“Open your mouth.”

Reluctantly, Lizbeth slowly opened her mouth upon his command. He drooled into the maid’s small open mouth. A thick, clear stream trickled down and clung to her red tongue. He thought it would be quite pretty to cum on the maid’s tongue and leave it there.

“Swallow.”

Upon hearing his command, Lizbeth’s throat convulsed. Tears filled Lizbeth’s eyes with relief as she realized she hadn’t been rude. Bieren asked calmly,

“How does it taste?”

“I… I didn’t mean to offend.”

She murmured in a voice mixed with relief. Without saying a word, he pulled her waist closer and rubbed his er*ect p*nis against her flat stomach. Lizbeth sat on his lap, looking down at the flaccid p*nis pressing against her lower belly and calling out to him in embarrassment.

“My Lord…”

“You should call me ‘master.'”

Bieren instructed Lizbeth as he spoke to the audacious maid. ‘Master.’ It wasn’t a grand title, yet when it flowed from the maid’s lips, he was lost in uncontrollable arousal. It was as if he were truly the one claiming ownership of what was between her legs.

“What else could a man, who licks your c*nt and rubs his c*ck against you, be if not your master?”

He spoke while stimulating the maid’s sensitive lower abdomen. Lizbeth squirmed beneath his thrusts with every obsc*ne word. She felt as if she were drowning in a pit of sensation, a slave to pleasure. If it was something this man was giving, she was willing to accept anything.

“Uh, Master…”

As Lizbeth called him ‘master’ once again, he shot his load over the maid’s lower belly. The gush of cum made a lascivious spectacle, with a few drops hanging onto Lizbeth’s br*asts and n*pples as well. He squeezed and twisted her n*pples, murmuring lazily.

“It’s a pity that no milk comes out.”

Of course, he had no intention of impregnating her. He had no desire to father a child with her, no matter how beautiful the maid in his arms was. He would cum again and again as long as he could tame her tight little hole and f*ck her inside, but she would only be an outlet for his lust. She would always be a young, pretty maid for him to play with.

Bieren ignored his own growing arousal in the maid’s affectionate gaze towards him.