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

Bieren thought he was too foolish if he fell for that sweet lie. Burying his nose in her soft flesh, probing with his tongue, sucking with his lips, thrusting inside, all of it was his own doing. It was never Lizbeth’s desire. It was merely something he seized. She wasn’t supposed to have anything. Everything she could have, he would break, and there would be nothing left.

“So vulgarly beautiful.”

Bieren muttered as he looked at the unconscious Lizbeth. It was a face that seemed surprisingly familiar every time he saw it. This tear-soaked face, more captivating than her slender waist and ample chest, drove him insane. Every time he thrust into her waist, it reminded him of how sensitive she was. He pushed his er*ect g*nitals into the narrow interior again. Lizbeth, still asleep, seemed to sense the intrusion into her being and slowly twisted her body.

“Mmm…”

“You should learn to suck my c*ck properly from now on. That’s your job.”

He said as he grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him. The motion of thrusting his c*ck into her, pulling her waist, was slow yet persistent. He wanted to overwhelm her inside. He hoped that no other man could enter her, that she would only belong to him. Bieren didn’t withdraw his c*ck until the first rays of the rising moon pierced the sky and dawn broke in the distance.

“Ah…”

It was impossible to tell how many times it had happened. There were times when young Bieren had stayed up all night taking care of the absent Duke’s affairs. It was not difficult for him to stay up all night buried in work. The desires he had suppressed for so long were bursting forth and seeping between the maid’s legs. His c*m which had been sprayed dozens of times was no longer clear.

“…Huh, huh?”

Lizbeth woke up feeling a fullness in her lower abdomen. Looking out the window at the dawn light, it seemed like the night had passed, but Bieren was still between her legs. He felt the inner walls of the maid tighten as she woke up and squeezed her lower abdomen.

“If you’re awake, get up and move your waist. Quickly.” 

Just like last night, Bieren lifted the maid onto himself and urged her to move her waist on her own by grabbing her hips and pushing them, but Lizbeth trembled and fiddled with her lower belly instead of moving. Every time Bieren shook his hips vigorously, she clenched her lower abdomen and twitched.

“Master, what’s, uh, filling, oh, me, oh…”

“You speak as if you’ve conceived something overnight.”

“Inside, uh, it’s, oh, too, much, hu…”

Lizbeth realized it wasn’t just his p*nis that was filling her. Yesterday, she had been whimpering like this because there was too much s*men spilled by Bieren. Her stomach felt heavy and tight from all the c*m inside. Bieren let out a low breath as he watched his maid sob again.

“I’ll only pull my c*ck out if you move your as$.”

“Yesterday, you, ah, didn’t, pull it out, ugh, ah!”

Lizbeth sobbed with resentment; yesterday she had wiggled her hips to get his c*ck out, but Bieren hadn’t pulled it out, got even more excited by her movements, and thrust harder. His master was relentless and had lied to her. Whenever she tried to escape with a determination different from when he would merely tease her with his fingers, he would grab her and continue to push in his flesh.

“With your c*nt squeezing like this, ugh, how can I pull it out?”

He gripped her hips and thrust forcefully. Her voluptuous br*asts bounced up and down, dripping with the c*m he’d sprayed on her n*pples. Lizbeth, gripping her chest as if it might fall, spoke.

“Master, ugh, ah, enough!” 

“I placed you on top to see you br*ast bounce, why cover them so carelessly? How many times do I have to teach you?” 

“I, I should, ah, go now…” 

Lizbeth sobbed, saying she should leave now. The dawn was breaking, and if she didn’t come, the housekeeper would punish her. Bieren found her words about leaving to be audacious. 

How dare she speak of leaving me, her master, without permission?

If I let her go, who else would she entice? 

Just thinking about it made him feel as though he was being stabbed by her plea. 

“Please, uh, let me go, oh!”

“You’re talking about leaving when my cum hasn’t even come out yet. You’re supposed to be doing your job.”

Bieren continued his thrusts, listening to her pleas. Her duty was to spread her legs and receive his c*ck. He had placed her there with that purpose in mind, but he had poured too much care and affection into her. Even though she was just a maid, he was so engrossed in their time together as if they were lovers, to the point of feeling betrayed for no reason. Bieren drew a line in himself regarding Lizbeth.

“Sweeping the floors and washing the dishes are not your responsibilities. You’re only fit to be locked away to clean my c*ck.”

Lizbeth squeezed her lower abdomen in surprise at his words. Whether she was doing it in excitement or astonishment, he couldn’t tell. What Bieren did know, as he stroked between his maid’s legs, was this; the maid had found her place. Her place was in his bedroom. She had to be in a position where she was tied up and waiting for him in his bedroom for him to pay her for the day.

“In the future, it would be best to keep your legs open so you can receive my cum whenever I want.”

Unlike the times when he would take his time to loosen her with his fingers, this time he intended to thrust randomly. That’s why he had kept Lizbeth by his side; it was only natural. Lizbeth blushed with embarrassment at his insulting words. Tears welled up again over the dried tear streaks on her face.

“Why, why are you, being so, cruel, ugh, ah…”

“I must have been too nice to you for so long that you’ve forgotten your purpose, and that’s why you’ve sought other c*cks.”

Lizbeth had no talent for appeasing an angry man. He was the only one who had tamed her, but he was furious, suspecting that she had sought others. Only then did Lizbeth fully realize their difference which was like heaven and earth. She was only in a position to receive his anger, not to have a conversation to resolve misunderstandings. A mere maid couldn’t be on equal footing with her master. Fondling her flesh from the beginning had created a distorted relationship. Eventually, she closed her eyes.

“Milord, the Duke has passed away.”

The butler said after a brief knock. It was only when Bieren heard the news of his father’s passing that he pulled his p*nis from between the maid’s legs. It was no exaggeration to say that she cried out as she was filled to the brim, and s*men poured out. As he stared down at the pool of s*men between her legs, Bieren looked up. Finally, dawn was breaking. He wiped his c*ck between the maid’s legs, covered her limp body with a blanket, and left.

“And my mother?”

Bieren asked, stepping out wearing a thin robe to inquire about the traitor’s well-being. The butler bowed his head deeply, as if in disgrace, and replied.

“She has left.”

Bieren felt as if he were hearing what would happen if he let Lizbeth go. Like the Duchess who had brought her in, Lizbeth would eventually seek other men and leave him behind. Bieren turned to the butler.

“Let’s prepare for the funeral.”

Bieren intended to retain only the maid in the duke’s house, where everyone else had left. If it were natural for everyone to leave him, he would even confine Lizbeth. 

Thus began the morning of his loss.