Chapter 17

 Larque had said he would lay her in his bed when she became a woman. A woman…… Ella sniffled every night, scared of becoming a woman. At that time, she was sixteen. Three years until becoming a woman. The master was twenty-two. Regardless of a servant girl’s age, when the master turned eighteen, the servant girl had to lie in his bed and receive him. Ella’s master had been waiting until she became a woman.

He hadn’t even asked her to wait. Even in the spring of her fourteenth year when her menstruation began, far from the bedchamber in the Duke’s garden, he had tucked a thornless rose behind her ear. A thornless rose. Like an absurdly romantic fiancé…… Yet her heart had fluttered. Her heart had beaten hotly, not knowing its place.

 Memories of times long gone flooded back. Times that were cold and warm. The sobbing wouldn’t stop. The apothecary’s hands were eventually cut off. Despite how much she had begged him not to, saying he was just an innocent commoner…… In the end, that’s what happened. Ella learned of this fact several months after conceiving the child. It was around when she had fallen asleep in his bedroom. After conception, she always received the maids’ attendance.

 Those who had scorned and mistreated her as a servant girl became respectful after she conceived his seed. Was it because she carried the Duke’s child? Perhaps what the maids bowed their heads to wasn’t her but the seed she carried. Ella remembered the maids’ whispers while she slept. The tragedy of the apothecary’s hands being cut off by an axe blade and his young son wailing as he ran to his father. That she was the one who had placed father and son on that tragic altar. Larque was an unavoidable disaster for her.

 “Please ravage me……”

 She neatly folded the not-so-old memory and pushed it into a corner. Ella lifted her head and looked at her master. Between the purple robe, his large c*ck was raising its head stiffly. The dark red c*ck approached her lips. Begging to be ravaged. It wasn’t the first time she had pleaded so. Ella stared fearfully at the c*ck that would violate her mouth before opening it.

 Her kneeling knees ached. She furrowed her brows and held the c*ck with both hands. Her mouth was stretched taut even though less than half had entered.

 “To be this terrible at using your upper mouth.”

 Just holding it was overwhelming and Ella’s tears hung. The man was especially cold today. Though she knew she would be scolded when returning to the castle, she hadn’t known it would be this severe. Ella shook her head, hurt by him. She clung to him while sniffling “Master,” even knowing it wouldn’t work today.

 The black pubic hair roughly stimulated her skin.

 “Stop crying and suck properly.”

 His impatient voice urged her. She began to caress slowly with her mouth. Oral s*x was always difficult. It was natural to be unfamiliar since he had always been the one licking her p*ssy.

 She licked the tip with her tongue while gently stroking the sack beneath. The man’s taut abs twitched. Elevated breaths flowed from his mouth. The hand that had been stroking her hair grabbed her hair. Ella looked at him with powerless eyes. His hand shook her hair.

 “Kuhk……”

 Her lips stung. The c*ck was too big. The thing pushing into her throat made her gag. When she opened her eyes, all she saw were ash-colored eyes dried of lust. The c*ck that had repeatedly poked her throat pulled out of her mouth. Ella collapsed and let out dry sobs.

 “Uhuuk…… huuk.”

 She looked up at him with her arms braced against the floor. At his heavily sunken gaze, Ella crawled to the couch and raised her buttocks. As she put her arms on the couch and raised her waist, he came over and caressed her buttocks. Her p*ssy twitched and leaked fluid. The thirst in her hole was so deep she could feel the fluid dripping. He stroked her plump thighs before pushing his manhood in without warning.

 “Ah!”

 Her inner walls shifted and sucked him in deeply.

 “Uh! Huung!”

 The moist vaginal walls tightly gripped his c*ck. He removed her drying underclothes and traced her spine. Her plump buttocks and slim waist made his mouth go dry. Even ravaging her didn’t quench his thirst. Larque slowly traced her spine before beginning to move his c*ck. Sticky love juices flowed endlessly.

 “Ahuh! Ah! Ah!”

 Her cries mixed with moans stimulated his ears. The purple robe fell to the floor. He held the woman’s waist and kneaded her buttocks.

 “You do it.”

 The hole that gradually sucked in his essence twitched and craved him. But he wouldn’t give the hole what it wanted. Larque hit her buttocks with light taps while wearing a fishy smile. The woman turned to look at him with despairing eyes.

 “You’ve already learned how to shake your hips.”

 The woman’s eyes twisted with resentment. But soon she began to move her hips. Larque quietly watched as she moved her hips back and forth. She was quite flexible. He had thought she wouldn’t be able to do it after being pampered and treasured all this time……

 “Ung, ung. Huung! Ang, huuh!”

 Ella whimpered as she guided his thing to her pleasure spots. The sight of her sucking in his thing and wiggling her buttocks on her own was very satisfying. But it wasn’t enough. Larque lay on the couch and pulled her on top of him. She spread her thighs and grabbed his c*ck to stuff it into her hole.

 “Ah, haah……”

 Ella twisted her waist greatly. Her attempts to adjust to his size were cute. He held back the urge to bounce his hips like this. Though she was white everywhere else, only around her eyes was red. Even when not crying, just that area around her eyes ripened red to stimulate lust.

 “Ah, ah Master it’s too big…… huh!”

 It was a huge c*ck. To the point where she wondered how she had taken it all this time. Though this wasn’t her first time on the top, it felt especially burdensome and difficult today. She couldn’t believe this thing had been stirring up her insides all this time. Ella just looked at him while sniffling. She missed his skillful technique of thrusting his manhood. She wondered about his methods of heating her up without pain.

 “Ella. Stop crying now. Stop and do your duty.”

 But he showed no mercy. Even his fishy smile was nowhere to be seen. Ella swallowed the pain and slowly began to bounce her hips. Up and down, down and up. The manhood moving between her thighs felt brutish. It just hurt.

 “Hic, huuh. It hurts.”

It wasn’t that she was just whining that she couldn’t do it. It really just hurt. Even though she had given birth to a baby. Even though she had taken his manhood for months to conceive the baby…… She collapsed onto his brick-like abs. With wet fingertips, she traced his smooth skin. The scars from sword cuts rose roughly as if windswept. They were the history of battlefields and the fate of a warrior. Ella desperately traced the directionless traces of blades. The sleek muscles of his abdomen writhed.

 “Huh…… Master, Master. It hurts. It just hurts. I can’t do it. Master needs to do it.”

 Ella’s chin trembled. Larque grabbed the shoulders of the woman collapsed on top of him. Her flushed face still looked like a girl’s. Even after giving birth, her face remained as white and innocent as when she was sixteen. He lifted the woman who had buried her face in his chest and laid her on the couch. After propping her with the pillow she had been using, he adjusted his position. After spreading her legs and inserting his manhood, she let out a nasal moan.

 “Then, tell me what you did wrong.”

 The crying woman looked at him while panting. Her br*asts shook with each thrust. He lowered his head to lick her areolas. Her thin shoulders shrunk as she tried to push him away. Larque grabbed her shoulders and thrust up roughly.

 “Ahng!”

 “I told you to speak. What you did wrong.”

 Her long silver hair scattered across the pillowcase. With each thrust, she tried to burrow into his embrace. He took her slender arms and wrapped them around his neck. But that was all. He stopped her from trying to bury her face in his shoulder and urged her to answer.

 “Ella.”

 “Everything. Everything, Master……”

 “No. That’s not it. Ella. Don’t try to get off easy.”

 “Ahhh!”

 Larque shook his head. He moved his hips without rest. It was a different movement from her inexpert thrusting. When he rubbed her cl*toris with his fingers, sharp cries echoed through the bathroom. The woman twisted her upper body while panting. She crawled on the couch while sobbing loudly. Each time their groins met, there was a wet slapping sound.

 “Didn’t I tell you to speak!”

 “The baby, because of the baby…… hic, huuh! Now to the baby…… ahng!”

 She scratched at the couch. She raised her hips high and spread her p*ssy. It was itchy and frustrating. Her p*ssy burned as her hole contracted and relaxed repeatedly on its own. Without realizing it, she began to whine while shaking her hips. She wanted more. More. More. Harder.

 “Uung! Haang! Ahuh, ah!”

 Ella, who had been wobbling and losing her balance, fell toward the floor. Even in the midst of constantly moving his hips, the surprised Larque caught her just before she hit the floor. The red-eyed woman panted on his forearm. Her small lips moved as if trying to say something. Larque came down from the couch, laid her on the floor, and made her turn to her side. Ella scratched at the floor as she felt his manhood piercing between her p*ssy while he embraced her from behind.

 “Ah! Ah! I feel like I’m dying……”

 The man grabbed her br*asts. The sunset dyeing the outer walls was beautiful enough to lose one’s mind. Ella tried to hold onto her fading consciousness, but she couldn’t feel anything as he thrust his hips strongly.