Chapter 5: The Maid’s Purpose (Part 2)

“You need to lift your b*ttocks higher. You already know how to take a man’s c*ck, don’t you?”

Bieren commanded, grabbing Lizbeth by the waist and pulling her up. As her b*ttocks rose, her upper body naturally slid up the wall. She reflexively gripped the vines at her fingertips to keep from falling. Still, the difference in size between a large man and a slender maid meant that he had to bend his knees to enter her. Aiming his gl*ns at her v*ginal opening, he rubbed and then pushed it in, a groan escaped his lips.

“F*ck, you’re clenching so tightly….”

As the tightness coiled around his c*ck, he wanted to grind his hips like a demented bastard, but it was different from when he teased her with his fingers or thighs. The moment he pushed his c*ck into her damp, narrow interior he’d only ever explored with his fingertips, he felt overwhelmed with sensation.

“Ah, it’s big, it’s, oh….”

Lizbeth gasped as she squeezed her lower abdomen. The moment the man’s c*ck entered her, she felt her breath catch in her throat. The pressure of what was pushing between her legs now was nothing like when he slid three fingers under her. Her thighs were shaking involuntarily from the effort of clenching, but his p*nis kept coming in and out. Lizbeth trembled with fear as she muttered.

“Master, please, just a little bit, hmmm, take it out, please, take it out, ah….”

“It’s not like this is the first c*ck you’ve taken in today, are you still audaciously begging for mercy?”

Bieren chastised her fiercely, his teeth clenched, but the squirming maid in his arms was too small for him to be any rougher. He didn’t pull out, nor did he move more roughly; he just kept pushing his c*ck inside. Lizbeth continued to feel the entering c*ck, remembering how it had filled her up to above her belly b*tton when he’d pushed it into her thighs. It felt like her belly would bulge out if the entering c*ck pushed any further. Lizbeth whimpered as she writhed.

“If you keep coming in, and my belly… might tear apart…”

“You’re still making immature sounds.”

Bieren’s voice dropped even lower. He was ar*used by Lizbeth still making immature sounds.

Damn her. 

He gritted his teeth and sank his c*ck all the way in, realizing that Lizbeth might have been doing the same thing under another man. At that moment, Lizbeth’s hips jerked upward and she moaned.

“Ah, hng!”

“Ugh…”

Bieren moaned as he felt the maid’s tight insides clenching. It felt like her insides were sucking in his c*ck as if to pull it out. He felt like his mind was going to be overwhelmed by the sensation of his c*ck thrusting into Lizbeth’s tight insides, as the blood from his body rushed to his c*ck. He ej*culated into Lizbeth’s insides with a bursting sensation that lasted for a long time.

“Haa….”

“Hmph….”

Lizbeth moaned as she felt the man burst behind her. Bieren used to make ragged breathing noises like this when he ej*culated. She finally took him between her legs, and it began to sink in that she’d just had her first experience with him. His sh*ft was fully against her perineum, the big thing all the way in, spurting c*m all over me.

“Ha, ugh!”

Lizbeth thought the act was finally over. However, Bieren withdrew his c*ck only to thrust it back in. Her vision faded momentarily before returning. The p*nis slipped out, then slammed back in, the hard gl*ns piercing her delicate inner walls and bringing tears to her eyes. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up, her legs wobbling as if her knees would give out.

“It’ll be a long way to get all this c*m out.”

“Sh, huu, ugh, ah, huu!”

Finally, the petite maid had received her master’s c*ck. After a long period of patience, Bieren had no intention of letting her go, not when he saw her laughing with another man. He lifted the maid’s waist, pressing his hard upper body against her back. Just inserting it into Lizbeth’s insides was enough to bring him to cl*max, which infuriated him even more.

“Who else have you spread your tight p*ssy for?”

Bieren spat out fierce words as he pushed and thrust into Lizbeth’s waist. She bucked as if she would fall from a single thrust, and he pinned her up against the wall, ramming his c*ck into her. With each thrust, Lizbeth’s hips bucked and her lower belly tightened as if the insides of her c*nt were whimpering.

This feeling was new to her.

“I’m asking who else has f*cked your p*ssy.”

“Master… Ahh… Please…”

Lizbeth sobbed, her face wet with pl*asure, trapped between him and the wall. Each thrust of the overwhelmingly large p*nis felt like it would crush her insides. Her p*ssy was gaping open so wide that she wondered if it would tear apart under the heat of the friction. As she struggled, the master taunted her with obscenities and questioned the presence of the other man.

“Master… Ahh…”

The more the trembling maid called him, the more his ar*usal only grew. He couldn’t believe, he didn’t want to believe, that she, who screamed as if she knew nothing but him, had flirted with another man in front of him. The mere thought of her spreading her legs for another man made his scalp tingle with heat, and he wanted to unleash his boiling anger.

“If you have the audacity to spread your legs for your lover, even after burying yourself in your master’s cum, I should have locked you in your bedroom long ago.”

Bieren spat out his past regrets. Every day, he stained the maid’s undergarments with his cum. He’d shot his load between her thighs and made her wear underwear to hold it in, and yet… even in that state… she shamelessly laughed in front of other men. Lizbeth’s legs finally shook as she couldn’t stand the stimulation of the c*ck thrusting ferociously inside her.

“Ah, ah, ah…”

It was the cl*max. Bieren gritted his teeth at the lascivious sight of the maid, who had cried out that it was too much to take, climaxing with his c*ck inside her. When he pulled out, thick foamy cum leaked out of her, stretching out like spiderwebs. He thrust his c*ck in as if to force it in, and Lizbeth’s *ss bucked.

“Ah, oh…”

The spurt of s*men that flowed outspread on her b*ttocks like clotted cream. Bieren was quite satisfied with this lewd scene, befitting his maid, whose body seemed to be made of sugar and honey. 

This lewdness should have happened sooner before this lustful thing set its eyes on another man.

Bieren pulled his c*ck out to the tip of the gl*ns and slammed it in.

“Ha, ah!”

Lizbeth let out a high-pitched cry, unable to contain her shuddering body. When his c*ck thrust between her legs at the peak of climax, she couldn’t keep her jaw closed. Tears streamed down her cheeks as if a dam had burst. Bieren felt the tightening sensation in her lower abdomen as if squeezing his c*ck, thrust his waist back. At that moment, they heard the voice of the gardener.

“Lizbeth? You left the flowers behind.”