Chapter 9: When You Come To Love The Fragile Thing In Your Embrace (Part 3)

Regardless of which man Lizbeth set her eyes on or whose man she might bear a child to, she would never leave his side. Bieren had no intention of letting her go again. If she liked the almshouse, he even considered tearing it down and bringing it to the ducal estate. He wanted to keep her by his side, to give her whatever she liked, and let her live by his side.

“I, I’m not yours anymore.”

Lizbeth shook her head, clutching her swollen lower belly protectively, and Bieren’s heart ached at her efforts to hide it, not wanting him to take away her child. The more she resisted and tried to protect the child, the more he wanted to take her back to his home. He realized that he was nothing more than a plunderer in her life. Even though where Bieren would be the most comfortable and luxurious place, it wasn’t what she wanted. So she took nothing with her. Bieren had nothing to entice her back. 

“Eve, are you in there?”

At that moment, a young man knocked on her cottage door. Bieren’s anger boiled as he heard the voice of the man calling for Lizbeth under her alias, seeking her. She hadn’t changed at all since that day in the garden with the gardener, and he was furious. She bore some bastard’s child and flirted with other men. Lizbeth glanced at Bieren and turned to Isaac, who was waiting on the other side of the door.

“Please leave now.” 

“Eve, I don’t want to send you away without finishing our conversation, so please hear me out.”

Isaac didn’t heed Lizbeth’s request to leave. He sounded pleading, as if he had to tell her what was on his mind right away. Lizbeth approached the door to usher him out, which only fueled Bieren’s wrath. He pulled her into his embrace and spoke.

“He has the voice of a young man just coming of age. Looks like you’ve become the woman who taught him the taste of a c*nt.”

“Master…”

Lizbeth stuttered before Bieren’s licentious words. She had told him that she was no longer his, but still called him “Master” without realizing it. She had been tamed by him for too long. His touch was unscrupulous and impatient as he lifted the pregnant Lizbeth’s skirt. She lay on the table, her back against it, squirming under his touch.

“Come on, let me go, there’s someone outside….”

“Is he the one who shot his d*ck in your p*ssy and got you pregnant?”

Lizbeth was dumbfounded by the insults Bieren spewed. His eyes burned with rage at the words he spat. As he lifted her skirt and lowered himself between her legs, she instinctively blocked his mouth with her hand as his tongue began to explore her folds. Despite the long absence of stimulation, her body quivered with pl*asure as if it recognized his touch.

“Mmm…” 

Bieren persisted with his tongue, delving into her folds as if he were a parched man deprived of water for weeks. He teased her cl*t, licked around, and sucked her essence greedily as if he desired to devour it. His tongue explored her inner walls as if savoring the taste, eliciting a response from her who twisted in pl*asure but also held onto her swollen belly.

“There’s… a child in my womb…”

Although he heard Lizbeth’s plea to stop, Bieren inserted his finger, his desire only heightened by her plea to protect the child fathered by another man. He pushed his finger into her, and despite her resistance, her body responded, clenching around his finger. Bieren savored the sound of her moans and the w*tness that flowed as she clenched down. She was his, her body tamed by him. Yet inside her was another man’s child.

“When your child is born, I want to be a loving father.”

Bieren heard Isaac’s voice from beyond the door, and pain shot through his temples. Inside Lizbeth was another man’s child, and outside her door was a man claiming to father her child. Under such horrifying circumstance, Bieren couldn’t find solace even if Lizbeth were beneath him. He wanted to take the child from her womb and silence the man outside. 

But if Lizbeth gave birth to a child, and if the child who should suckle is separated from her, she would surely cry. He would give anything to bring Lizbeth back to him, even to raise the other man’s seed as his own. He wanted to plead with her so badly, and yet his mean lips were habitually insulting her.

“There must have been several men who wanted to suck on these swollen br*asts so enticingly.”

He unb*ttoned Lizbeth’s shirt, revealing her full, swollen br*asts, and while a young man’s passionate confession was in full swing outside, Bieren was sucking and cupping them. They were barely big enough to fit in his large hands then, but now they were even bigger. The inner walls that were being touched by his fingers or the n*pple that had grown quickly were filled with his traces.

“Mmm, mmm, uh, huh….” 

Lizbeth groaned, swallowing down her moans as fingers thrust between her legs, her waist arch and she tighten below every time he sucked on her n*pples. She’d come so far from him, all the way to the almshouse in the countryside, but the moment their flesh touched, it felt like she was back in the ducal palace. Bieren finally aimed his c*ck at the loosened c*nt, dripping with juices, and pushed in.

“I would have asked for you to suck my c*ck, but I’m going to squeeze it in like this….”

Bieren spat out a sigh as he felt the tightness inside, starting at the gl*ns. He remembered how disappointed the men of the almshouse were when he revealed himself as Lizbeth’s husband and asked where she lived. He couldn’t tell if it was the disappointment of someone who had already explored between her legs or the disappointment of one who couldn’t even fondle her now that her husband was here. Either way, it was unpleasant and horrible.

“Huh, ugh, master, please, oh….”

The maid cried out that the p*nis, not even halfway inserted, felt heavy. Bieren suddenly realized that Lizbeth had only cried by his side lately. He couldn’t remember the last time she had smiled brightly, even as he wiped the tears from her face. Whenever Lizbeth looked out the window as if she wanted to leave, he made her lie beneath him and cry with pl*asure.

“Huh, uh, uh….”

Bieren wasn’t here to crush her and make her cry like before. He wanted to whisper sweet nothings to her, to tell her to stay with him, that he’ll give her everything she want, but instead, out of habit, he opened the space between her legs, lifted her waist, and f*cked her. His breathing became ragged at the warmth of the maid he hadn’t tasted in a long time, and while pulling up the p*nis only halfway inside, he spat out insulting words.

“Were you going around taking care of sick patients by spreading your legs as you tend to them?”

Bieren imagined Lizbeth straddling a patient on his bed, inserting the p*nis herself, and moving her hips. He imagined her c*mming as she made the rounds of the wards at night, holding back her moans to keep from making a sound. Anger and jealousy burned black in Bieren’s mind, causing him to jerk his hips. It was he who taught her immoral deeds, even though she struggled to get his p*nis inside her.

“Huh, ugh, hmm….”

“Eve, is something wrong?”