The Pregnant Maid Runs Away - Chapter 6: In The Carriage On The Way To The Funeral (Part 2)
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Chapter 6: In The Carriage On The Way To The Funeral (Part 2)
“What should I do, um…”
Lizbeth couldn’t even finish her sentence. As he loosened the straps and slipped his hand inside her clothes, she moaned as his hand squeezed her br*ast. She grabbed his firm arm as if to stop him from pulling her dress down.
“Master, uh, we’re on our way to the Duke’s funeral…”
“When did I ever hide my desires?”
Bieren pulled up the squirming maid’s dress and groped between her legs. His fingers slid along her thighs, pulling open her underwear and rubbing her p*ssy. Even in the carriage heading to the funeral home, Lizbeth couldn’t help but release a moan. As Bieren inserted his fingers, Lizbeth thought she might moan aloud and quickly covered her mouth with her palm.
“Ah, um…”
“You haven’t been stretched out for a few days, so you’re clenching my fingers tight.”
Bieren said with satisfaction at Lizbeth’s reaction of squeezing his fingers inside her. As he inserted another finger and teased her, Lizbeth’s body trembled with each movement. She squirmed and pleaded, fearing she might moan at any moment.
“But, the coachman’s, uh, the coachman’s outside…”
“Did you suck his c*ck too?”
Bieren brazenly inquired, looking at Lizbeth, who dared to mention another man while under him. Her face turned pale as the movement of his fingers intensified, and she shook her head vigorously. She felt embarrassed at the thought of the coachman hearing her lewd moans.
“The sound, it might, be heard, outside…”
“The coachman must be getting hard listening to your voice.”
He said as he bent his finger inside her, causing her juices to splatter around. Lizbeth’s body bounced wildly in his arms, forgetting to cover her mouth with her hand as she moaned.
“Ah, ah, uh!”
Lizbeth shuddered in his arms, her body disheveled as she spurted out a stream of her ar*usal fl*id. He immediately laid her down and unb*ttoned his pants, pulling out his erect c*ck. Lizbeth lay sprawled on the moving seat of the carriage, her dress hiked up, his finger teasingly touching her soaked hole. It looked like she was beckoning a man. Bieren, holding his erect p*nis against Lizbeth’s dripping-wet v*gina, spoke.
“If the coachman gets hard from hearing you whimper, I’ll have to cut off his cock. How dare he get an erect*on when he hears the maid in his master’s arms whimper.”
“No, please, don’t…”
“Then are you planning to accommodate every erected cock with your legs spread wide like this? Is that what you expect with your kind demeanor?”
He snarled as he pushed his cock firmly into Lizbeth’s v*gina. He was incensed by Lizbeth’s excessive kindness.
What man wouldn’t be tempted by the pity of something so young and vulnerable, and would be almost eager to open her legs and f*ck her without knowing who she belonged to.
“Ah, no!”
As his cock deeply penetrated her, Lizbeth jerked her hips in response. The man was still too big for her to get used to. It seemed she would never get used to its size. Lizbeth bucked her thighs frantically, trying to spread her legs further apart, but Bieren pushed his cock further through the gap.
“Hmph, mmmph!”
When his cock was fully inside, tears filled Lizbeth’s eyes. She groped her stomach involuntarily as the merciless p*nis threatened to pierce her lower belly. When her hand was searching for the penis inside, Bieren pulled her hands, burying his cock deeper. She moaned as her legs buckled around him, both wrists pinned to him.
“Hah, please!”
“Even now, you’re clenching as if it’s your first time.”
He muttered, his voice low with excitement; he felt like his cock was about to be pulled out, just like the first time he’d put it inside her. He couldn’t determine if it was the natural tightness and w*tness of a woman’s passage or because it was Lizbeth’s c*nt. After all, she was the first woman he had penetrated. But Lizbeth was different.
“It seems you tighten up as if you’re a virgin every time I thrust even when you’ve taken other people’s cock.”
As soon as Bieren saw Lizbeth with another man, he realized that maybe he wasn’t her only partner, and started making dirty assumptions about her. If she indeed had been with other men, he wanted to hunt them down and castrate them. He crossed Lizbeth’s arms, causing her already large br*asts to swell between her arms, bouncing up and down. It was a sight that made his mouth water.
“You look like you’re about to start lactating any moment. It’s hard to believe you haven’t been impregnated when you’ve taken a lot of cock.”
“You were the first, master…”
Lizbeth gasped at the sensation of the penis sliding in and out of her, threatening to pierce the skin of her belly. She felt the man’s eyes follow the bouncing of her voluptuous br*asts, which were greedily gathered together.
Bieren relentlessly pushed his cock deep inside Lizbeth’s passage, feeling the warm fl*id flowing around him. He had learned how to pl*asure a woman with his cock, but now he was filled with alternating sensations of ar*usal and anger.
Lizbeth’s legs trembled as she received her master’s cock thrust between her.
“Master, you..hahhh.”
She moaned as he withdrew his cock halfway before thrusting back in forcefully, causing her vision to go white with each thrust. She felt unjustly accused. All her life, she had only known Bieren’s touch, yet now he was searching for traces of other men on her. He retorted at Lizbeth’s impudent words.
“I taught you the taste of a man, didn’t I?”
“Uh, please stop, no, uh, ah…”
“Now you even know how to talk like a sl*t.”
As Bieren spat out harsh words at Lizbeth, he was filled with even more excitement. Despite her audacity in flirting with other men, Lizbeth only chose words that would please him. As if to punish her, he lifted her onto his lap without withdrawing his cock. She felt the deep penetration between her legs and wept uncontrollably.
“It’s… too… deep… Master…”
Trembling her waist, she tried to pull out his cock even a little bit by grabbing his shoulders and standing up. However, Bieren mercilessly pulled her hips back down and thrust his waist forward. She shuddered as their flesh met with a thud, feeling his cock deeply penetrating her as she clung to his neck, trembling.
“Hmm, uh, oh….”
“You need to be f*ck deeply so that everyone can see c*m dripping down your legs.”
Hearing Bieren’s whispered words, Lizbeth’s lower abdomen tightened. It was as if he had tamed her into a pr*stitute. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been wet even while hearing such lewd words.
“Hmm, ah, oh, ah, ah!”
As the carriage started moving, the wheels jolted on the gravel road, causing his cock inside her to vibrate. Lizbeth groaned, her hips thrusting upward with each shudder as her body bounced up and down. She surrendered her body to the shaking of the carriage while being embraced by Bieren.
“It feels like I’m going to come right away.”
He felt a surge of ej*culation as Lizbeth pressed her body against him, grinding her voluptuous br*asts against his hard chest pecs. The maid was sobbing lasciviously in his arms, clenching tightly on the sh*ft inside her. She cl*maxed, spurting her juices, and leaned her face against his chest, begging.
“Please, just for a moment, take it out, please…”
“Hmph, you didn’t even bother to clean up the c*m, yet you’re asking me to take it out.”
Bieren unintentionally spat out harsher words due to her thoughts of pulling out his cock. Keeping the maid near was solely for holding his cum. There was no reason to withdraw his cock despite her pleas. He whispered lewd words in her ear.
“Hold on until I fill your c*nt with my cum.”
“Ah, please…”
“It’ll be quite a sight to see you wandering through the funeral, reeking of my cum with every step you take.”