The Pregnant Maid Runs Away - Chapter 6: In The Carriage On The Way To The Funeral (Part 3)
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Chapter 6: In The Carriage On The Way To The Funeral (Part 3)
Unknowingly, Lizbeth exerted more force on her lower abdomen. Even though he hadn’t ej*culated inside her yet her body was straining as if it wanted to swallow him whole. Lizbeth knew how much he would ej*culate inside her. It was certain that she would leave a trail of his c*m between her thighs throughout the funeral procession. When Lizbeth envisioned a lewd future, she raised her head and pleaded with Bieren.
“Master, please, don’t cum inside, please…”
His excitement only grew at the sight of the crying servant pleading with him. The thought of ej*culating on her tear-stained face, begging him not to impregnate her, only fueled his desire. He felt like a wicked master, robbing Lizbeth, who had a lover. No, perhaps he actually was.
“How dare you, a mere servant, tell your master what not to do? You insolent thing.”
He growled, thrusting forcefully, pushing his c*ck deeper into her. He relished the feeling of her body yielding to him, her flesh conforming to his with each thrust. He hugged her body tightly, raising his hips rhythmically.
“In any case, you won’t be having my children. I’ll make sure you swallow contraceptives.”
“Ah… Master… oh…”
“If you were to conceive, how long do you think I could endure without punishing you?”
Lizbeth whimpered as Bieren’s breath became rough, feeling his m*mber tightly inside her. The idea of giving her womb to someone else was unacceptable. Her womb should only belong to him. She should be someone who would spread her legs whenever he wanted and let him ravage her below at will.
“Just as a sword needs its sheath, a cock needs a c*nt.”
Bieren was pleased with the maid he had chosen. He liked her face, her body, and her naivety to take whatever was thrown at her, even if it was a cock, which was enough to shake him, who hadn’t been near a woman in his life. He might have asked for another man’s, which was why he’d been more calm when he’d explained her purpose to Lizbeth.
“That’s your purpose, Lizbeth.”
Lizbeth stiffened at the coldness of his words that rang against her ear. She hoped she had misheard. Her heart constricted at the realization that she was nothing more than a receptacle for her master’s p*nis. This was only the second time Lizbeth had been in such a comfortable carriage. The first was when the Duchess brought her from the orphanage. Such a comfortable carriage was reserved for the noble. As a lowly servant, she existed here as a mere appendage to Bieren.
“We have arrived, my lord.”
Lizbeth bit her lip hard at the sound of the coachman’s voice, her stomach tightening involuntarily, but Bieren showed no signs of relenting in his pursuit of the maid. Lizbeth pleaded as she felt the man twisting her n*pples with his persistent touch.
“Ah… we’ve arrived… ugh… ah…”
“You haven’t fulfilled your purpose yet. Beg for me to cum inside your cunt.”
He murmured while fondling the maid’s br*asts atop him. Tears trickled down Lizbeth’s cheeks stained with pl*asure. She expected something from him. She thinks that every time Bieren showed her kindness unlike any other, it made her special to him. Every time he caressed her skin and brought her to cl*max, she hoped that he mistook it for love. Lizbeth bit her lip hard, expecting the coachman waiting outside to hear her moans.
“Master… oh… ah…”
“Hurry.”
He urged her on, lifting her hips. Lizbeth hated how her body was so wet with pleasure from his cock, even as her heart ached. She had felt like a ducal hostess this morning, looking at people who couldn’t even make eye contact with her, but it was just a game of pretense to avoid entangling themselves with her, who was now in a position of authority by being favored by the young lord. This was the result of Lizbeth’s contact with Bieren, who was in a position she could never reach. But she remained nothing more than a servant for his s*xual release, not even a maid fit to bear his child.
“Should I go out like this without pulling out and giving you a good f*cking to clear your mind?”
Bieren scoffed as Lizbeth looked at him with eyes brimming with tears. Lizbeth finally realized how roughly he had treated her. She was nothing more than someone he used for such purposes, a s*xual outlet. Yet, Lizbeth didn’t know how to cool down this feverish emotion. His strong arms around her waist felt good, and his lips spewing obsc*ne words felt good too. Yet, she couldn’t do anything but stifle his cum, so she begged for mercy.
“Ah… please… Master….”
Lizbeth sobbed, throwing her head back as he gripped her pelvis and rammed his cock into her. Though she tried to stifle her cries with her palms, the suppressed moans escaped. With each deep and persistent thrust, it felt like his cock reached up to her throat. He observed Lizbeth shaking with the same intensity as when the carriage shook.
“It wouldn’t be bad to be a Duke, spreading my cum between the maid’s legs in front of my father’s funeral.”
The lustful maid might even like it better. It was Lizbeth who got excited seeing his mother and the stable hand, tightening her waistband as she listened to them. He didn’t know if he’d enjoy having someone look at her, too, if she’d be dripping with cum. The thought of it made Bieren feel unnecessarily hot. Lizbeth listened to his words and swallowed her tears, her lips instinctively parting.
“Master, ah… inside….please…”
Master. He was her master. He could have stripped her n*ked and thrown her out of the carriage and the others would only see her as a servant who deserved scolding from her master and would stare at her body with disdain. Bieren viewed her only as an object of his lust, and Lizbeth knew he wouldn’t save her from that treatment even if she begged. Just thinking about it made her feel so miserable that she felt like crying. Waiting for Lizbeth’s obscene words to spill from her lips, he persistently thrust his hips.
“Inside…what?”
“Master, cum…inside…please…”
Lizbeth finally burst into tears, pleading desperately. She couldn’t wait to get it over with, so she mouthed the lustful words. Feeling embarrassed at the thought of others possibly hearing outside, she trembled with pleasure, despite her shame. Seeing her tear-streaked face filled with sorrow, Bieren ejaculated inside her. She shuddered as she cl*maxed from the relentless thrusts of his hips as he slammed his cum into her.
“Ah… ah…”
He looked satisfactorily at the maid, her dress falling open to reveal her br*asts, as his member reached its climax inside her. Unable to resist the overwhelming sensations, the maid bucked her hips a couple of times. Despite her tightening around him, he couldn’t keep others waiting outside any longer. Bieren pulled his cum-soaked cock from her and asked a question.
“I don’t have anywhere to wash now, so where do you think I should put it so I can get my cock clean?”
“Huff, I… I don’t know…”
“Open your mouth.”
He sat the gasping Lizbeth down so she was leaning against the back of the carriage and took his cock in her mouth. Lizbeth gripped his thighs, taking his swollen cock into her mouth with a gasp, struggling to breathe. While Bieren’s cock merely touched the roof of her mouth, Lizbeth found it difficult to accommodate it, her lips trembling with discomfort.
“Mm… mm…”
With a tearful expression, Lizbeth’s lips quivered as she struggled to accommodate. Each time she moved her lips, a wet sound echoed. Bieren loved having his maid’s hot mouth on him as he climaxed and Lizbeth eagerly sucked on his cock whenever she struggled to catch her breath. As he thrust his hips, his cock scraped against the roof and inner walls of her mouth. With each scrape, she shuddered.
“Ugh, your mouth is as narrow as your cunt. I’ll have to teach you how to open it wider to properly take a cock.”