Chapter 5: The Maid’s Purpose (Part 3)

The gardener had the audacity to call his maid by her first name. At that moment, Bieren felt a surge of anger coursing through him, like oil poured into a blazing fire. He clenched his jaw, then spat out his words through clenched teeth.

“Your lover is here.”

“Uh, uh!”

Lizbeth pursed her lips and stifled a moan as Bieren’s p*nis slammed back down. She stood up on tiptoe, her legs wobbling helplessly, afraid that someone other than Bieren would hear her cries of agony, but her master was merciless, arching his back and growling in her ear.

“Shouldn’t you be busy receiving your master’s c*ck instead of doing something else?”

“Uh, uh…”

Lizbeth sobbed, shuddering with each thrust of Bieren’s hips. Despite the fear of being caught, an overwhelming sensation was crushing her. Her cheeks were drenched with tears from the unbearable pl*asure. As the sound of footsteps from the gardener approaching the garden grew closer, she squirmed. But instead, it only fueled Bieren’s anger.

“If I pull out my c*ck, you’d quickly run to embrace your lover, wouldn’t you?”

“Ah, no…I wouldn’t”

“You said not to get caught, so why tighten even more?”

Bieren sank his teeth into the maid’s white neck as if he feared she would escape from the sensations he was pouring out on her. On days when she wore her hair up in a neat bun, that slender neck troubled him. Perhaps even the gardener hadn’t noticed her pretty neck. With her neck bitten, Lizbeth moaned, tilting her head back.

“Ah, ah!”

“Lizbeth?”

The gardener called out to Lizbeth, moving towards the direction of her voice. Lizbeth, afraid that someone might see her in such a lewd state, pressed her hands against the wall and buried her face. Bieren grabbed both of her forearms and yanked her backward, thrusting against her waist.

“Uh, ahh!”

Lizbeth moaned again. With nowhere to hold on to, her arms pinned behind her by Bieren, her body jerked forward with each thrust of his c*ck. Her legs, unable to control her senses, were flailing like a newborn fawn. The gardener continued to call her name as he looked around the garden.

“Where are you? Are you there?”

The gardener, though he could have called Lizbeth reasonably for a number of times only and then left, did not stop calling for her. This drove Bieren crazy. The gardener’s frame looked sturdy enough. He might have opened her legs from behind with the hands that picked fruit and pressed her down while pushing in. Bieren grabbed Lizbeth’s slender arms, pulling them back, and watching her br*asts bounce beneath them with each thrust.

“Why are you squirming and tightening up instead of answering?”

“Ah, uh, ahh…”

“You should say your p*ssy is meant to accommodate your master’s c*ck.”

Bieren wanted to open Lizbeth’s lips, tightly sealed as she tried to swallow her moans. As he started to thrust his hips, the friction and pressure between their bodies increased. Lizbeth’s blurred vision flickered, and she felt the end of her senses. She barely managed to suppress her moans until screams erupted at the end of each gasp.

“Ah… Ah!”

As the moment of pure darkness approached, she arched her body forward and trembled her legs. It seemed like s*men was oozing out between her legs. He clenched his teeth so hard that his jaw swelled as he felt Lizbeth’s lower abdomen tighten.

“Ugh….”

Bieren spurted his c*m inside Lizbeth once more. It was his second ej*culation. Lizbeth dropped back with a gasp as she could feel the c*m shooting inside her. Bieren held his lustful maid close, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Lizbeth, are you there?”

The gardener called out, his voice coming from completely inside the garden. Lizbeth squeezed the c*ck that had not yet escaped from her due to the rising tension. Bieren continued to thrust deeply into her body, forcing his c*m into her while speaking in a harsh voice.

“Who dares to enter the master’s domain without permission?”

Bieren’s voice was low as if drowned in sensation. This place was his territory, and Lizbeth was his maid. Lizbeth’s purpose was solely to receive his sperm, not something a mere gardener would desire. She was his cultivated garden, a garden that no one else could touch.

“I, I apologize. I didn’t realize you were there and acted rudely.”

The gardener spoke up urgently. Even after he apologized and disappeared with a shuffle of his boots, Bieren was not satisfied. Somehow, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of being invaded and dirtied by someone stepping into his garden with muddy feet. In one swift motion, Bieren pulled his c*ck out of Lizbeth’s c*nt. A hooded trickle of s*men escaped between her legs and soaked the soil. Lizbeth moaned, her legs shaking wildly.

“Uh, um…”

“I should teach you how to squeeze to prevent your master’s sperm from dripping.”

Bieren said, glancing at Lizbeth leaning against the wall, panting. Her eyes were swollen messes, tears streaming down her face, lips parted in a crimson hue as she breathed heavily, her unfocused eyes opening and closing. Bieren began to b*tton up her clothes.

“If you make such a face that ar*uses men, there’s no way a man could endure seeing such a face. I can’t help but be jealous.”

Lizbeth’s legs were numb, and the trembling in her thighs wouldn’t cease. With each exhale, she felt the sensation of cum oozing out from beneath her. Lizbeth couldn’t wait for Bieren to finish b*ttoning her clothes and she tried to sit down, only to be grabbed by the waist. He picked her up, carrying her back to the mansion. He murmured threateningly as they crossed the field.

“If you don’t want everyone to see you dripping cum between your legs, you’d better tighten up your p*ssy.”

“Huh….”

Lizbeth tightened her lower belly at his words. He felt like the dashing carried her to the carriage from the stream on a summer day. She felt both embarrassed and excited by the attention around her. But now, as he held her in his arms and led her into the mansion, she feared the changed atmosphere. 

Could this intimacy be considered a lover’s act? 

Lizbeth couldn’t be sure anymore.