The Pregnant Maid Runs Away - Chapter 7: Confinement, Jewels, and Dresses (Part 4)
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Chapter 7: Confinement, Jewels, and Dresses (Part 4)
“Haah, Ugh….”
The rough sensation made tears well up in her eyes. Lizbeth strained even harder against him, her legs barely touching the ground from the way he’d hastily placed her on the desk. Bieren groaned and thrust his hips against her lower belly, which was tightening, threatening to squeeze his c*ck.
“Your p*ssy is so tight, huh, won’t you relax?”
“Hmph, huh, huh, ahhhhhhh….”
Lizbeth hurriedly covered her lips with her palm, but the moans escaped uncontrollably due to the furious waist movement. Bieren was literally thrashing his waist like a madman. Thumping, he pounded Lizbeth’s waist so hard that the desk she was lying on was pushed aside. Lizbeth, with her upper body crushed against the desk by the man like a beast in a rut from behind, twisted her body as if collapsing.
“Hoo, Hnngh, Ugh, Ah, Ahhh!”
“Ha, Damn….”
With a thud, s*men gushed from his thrusting c*ck. Lizbeth shuddered, her legs flailing, her body shaking violently. Cum poured out wildly as she reached cl*max too. Her insides were thoroughly soaked with the ar*usal fl*id from her and her master’s ej*culation. As Bieren slowly raised his upper torso from Lizbeth’s prone body, he could see the ribbon of her apron tied around her bare back and slender waist. It looked as if she had been wrapped like a gift for him.
“You’re going to make me hard again.”
Bieren remarked, feeling the strain on his c*ck, which had just ej*culated. Holding onto Lizbeth’s apron ribbon as if riding a horse, he forcefully thrust his waist forward again. The white apron went well with her body, and she would have looked beautiful in a white wedding dress. If he were to pull down the wedding garter tied to her thigh with his mouth, she would probably cry again.
“Are you, ugh, really getting married, uh…”
Bieren held his breath as he heard the sobbing voice emanate from the maid slumped over his desk. His unquenchable thirst was being quenched by the maid’s tears. The anxiety that she might leave him at any moment was only being satisfied by hurting her. He lifted her legs and turned her around without removing his p*nis from inside her. Lizbeth shuddered at the sensation of the p*nis inside her.
“Ha, kku, heuk….”
The maid’s face was soaked with tears. The corners of her eyes were red as if she was crying more from sadness than pl*asure. He didn’t know what it was about her pitiful face that made him so ar*used down there. He didn’t need to dwell on things like the sight of c*m flowing out of her wet g*nitals. He was more satisfied with the maid’s tearful jealousy than with such useless signs. He pushed his waist harder, and seeing the maid lying beneath him weeping, he asked.
“Does my marriage have anything to do with you, huh?”
Bieren waited for the presumptuous words to come out of the maid’s mouth, ‘Don’t marry her. He had barely taught her how to keep s*men, so he couldn’t estimate how long it would take to teach her this time. Moreover, this was something the maid had to say herself. Only when she asks him to stay by her side could his feelings be reciprocated.
“No, hoo, no, eh, ah, heuk!”
Bieren felt the wick in his heart burn as Lizbeth stubbornly denied it. It drove him mad that, even as she cried until her cheeks were wet, she still had the heart to deny it. The maid’s straightforwardness in saying no, even if she was jealous, was tearing his heart to shreds. Bieren spoke harshly to her, his words threatening to tear Lizbeth’s heart apart as well.
“No, it does not. If you’re going to be a wife, you should know how to move your waist well.”
Lizbeth felt a tear slide down her cheek and a lump in her throat from the harsh words pouring out of him. Despite the terrorizing compliments about his prospective marriage partner, Bieren rolled her on her stomach, as if he didn’t want to look at her face, and seemed to pound away at Lizbeth with his cock as if disgusted by her very presence. The thought of him fantasizing about someone else while using her filled her with disgust. Perhaps he was imagining that pretty young lady he barely knew while indulging in the easy gratification of his maid. Bieren was going to marry that young lady. Lizbeth realized she was nothing more than a vessel for his desires, to be confined to the bedroom while he built a household with someone else.
‘Taking off the clothes of a beautiful maid within the household and satisfying oneself is easier than climbing atop innocent young maidens and stealing their purity.’
The words spoken by the household members earlier resurfaced in Lizbeth’s mind, cutting through her soul like sharp knives. She realized she was nothing more than a convenient target for Bieren to trample and dominate because she was able to receive his favor due to her beauty. She was a young maid who was despised by the household servants. Bieren, who had become a duke, was a suitable match for wielding his power as he pleased. Lizbeth was never given any proper clothes and lived her life locked in her bedroom, waiting for him.
‘I’ve brought your meal.’
New maids, whose faces she didn’t recognize, would bow their heads and bring her meals and contraceptive teas; that was how her life continued. Lizbeth’s only solace was to look out the window or listen to the footsteps beyond the door, for then Bieren would come. The moment he saw her, he would approach her as if he were ar*used, spread her legs aggressively, and pour out his lust. And yet, Lizbeth’s heart, which had been comforted by the knowledge that she would see Bieren for a long time, that she would be so fortunate to have him by her side, was shattered by the news of his prospective marriage.
‘Does my marriage have anything to do with you, huh?’
In response to Lizbeth’s question about whether he would marry, Bieren retorted. She couldn’t dare to say that it had anything to do with her. The moment she realized she couldn’t say that, she realized how easy and insignificant she was to the man. He had confined her because he could. He was a master who could wield power over Lizbeth, who was nothing more than a maid.
‘No, it does not. If you’re going to be a wife, you should know how to move your waist well.’
Though Bieren shouted at Lizbeth, calling her inferior, she found herself in a position where she might become his mistress. However, she couldn’t help but like him. She liked him to the point of being foolish. Lizbeth had only realized the dense web of affection that lay beneath her love when it fell apart. However, if Bieren truly got married, she wanted to leave for the stability of his household. If she didn’t leave, she felt like she would become a stain on his life. She didn’t want to tarnish the home of her beloved with her presence.