R-19

In the moment when she was about to lift her baggy pajamas over her legs and reach down, it seemed as if she could hear her mother’s stern voice.

Elise was startled and pulled her hand away. The inside of her thighs, marked by the beatings, trembled slightly.

Elise tightly closed her eyes.

Her mother did not even allow her to change her underwear herself. When bathing, she had to sit obediently and close her eyes while the maid washed her, as concern for the body was a sin.

In her childhood, when Elise was still of a very curious age, she had been severely beaten just for putting her hand between her legs. There was only one reason for this.

It was something bad that shouldn’t be done.

Every time Elise showed interest in her body, her mother said that. The first time Elise touched and rubbed between her legs to masturbate, she was severely beaten by her mother, nearly to death.

<To do such a filthy thing.>

A contemptuous look.

‘But perhaps, mother also once…’

As she overlaid a blasphemous imagination onto her mother’s strict face, the inside of her thighs, where memories of beatings lingered, tightened a bit more. Elise pulled her stiff legs together and spasmed.

“Ah!”

At that moment, a thrilling sensation pierced her entire body.

A point she hadn’t touched since a very long time ago.

Instead of lifting her pajamas, Elise gently touched them. Unconsciously, her legs rubbed together, and she felt something getting soaked. Every time she slowly rubbed the suddenly swollen clitoris, it tingled as if a flower was blossoming before her eyes.

In the meantime, the scenes she had seen earlier flashed through her mind. Although they were hard to understand, they were certainly stimulating.

The image of her father burying his face between large breasts, pushing the pretty-colored nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, and Beatrice, who was tilting her head back and moaning.

“Ah!”

Elise continued to rub her clitoris with one hand and lightly pinched her swollen chest and protruding nipples through her nightgown.

Her waist twisted involuntarily and her legs bent, making her vulva even wetter.

Elise superimposed the faces of Argen and herself onto the lovemaking scene she had seen earlier between her father and Beatrice.

“Hmm, Argen, huh!”

Argen’s large genitalia seemed like it could penetrate between her legs at any moment. The inner walls tightened.

Whether it was due to the stiffness in her legs or the quickened touch on her clitoris, she couldn’t tell, but her breath rose to her chin.

Elise gasped and moaned alone.

It was then.

Slap!

The sound of her father’s hand striking Beatrice’s buttocks and the friction echoed in her ears.

Elise shuddered.

“Huh!”

Even though she knew her dog could never beat her, she kept imagining it.

The moment a large hand slapped her buttocks, she involuntarily imagined Argen’s genitalia wildly thrusting into her tightening hole, and herself violently shaking and moaning underneath.

And soon, white semen from the pretty-colored glans…

“Ha, uh, ah!”

She was panting, and she moaned a few times without knowing. The strength in her legs felt like they would burst, and as her toes curled, her hand’s movement quickened.

She couldn’t stop the stimulation. A thrilling pleasure penetrated her whole body.

“Eek!”

After reaching the climax, Elise took heavy breaths with her exhausted body. Her mind became dazed to the point where she couldn’t move her excited body soaked in pleasure. Like a soaked cotton ball, Elise’s heavy flesh sank endlessly, and she soon fell into a dream.

* * *

Elise had a dream.

Realizing that between her legs was still soaked from excessively rubbing and stimulating her clitoris, she felt uncomfortable with the dampness, but had neither the strength nor the courage to lift her bothersome nightgown and wipe it away. She only blinked a few times.

It was then that Argen’s face flickered like a phantom under her eyelids.

?Ah…….?

A cold face, silently looking down at her.

This was surely a dream.

If it were the real Argen, he would not make such an expression.

?Elder??

Under his chilly gaze, Argen’s tongue could be seen between his slightly parted lips. She recalled her father’s red tongue, crudely licking Beatrice’s nipple like a dog. What would it feel like if that tongue licked between her legs? Just the thought made her body heat up, and Elise narrowed her eyebrows.

?Lick.?

Elise looked down at Argen with a pained expression.

?Without leaving a single bit.?

It seemed that Argen understood Elise’s words immediately.

His hands lifted Elise’s nightgown and removed her underwear. It was something she could never do herself. When her bare flesh was exposed to the open air, Elise trembled slightly with ecstasy.

Argen slowly bowed his head. As his warm breath climbed up between her legs, Elise’s whole body shivered.

?Ahuh!?

Argen’s tongue licked up the inside of her thigh, where her love juices had trickled down, and in one swoop, swallowed everything from her narrow vagina to her overly sensitive clitoris. An intense pleasure overwhelmed her entire body, enough to take her breath away. It was incomparable to what she could do alone with her hand.

?Aah! Ah! Uhh!?

Argen’s tongue was soft, moist, warm, and gentle.

?Huh!?

With every smooth swipe, his dumb tongue tore into her red flesh, and Elise writhed in deep pleasure. The faithful dog executed his master’s command completely. Really, without leaving a single bit, he lasciviously licked it all up.

Moments later, his red lips, glistening with her love juices, appeared before her eyes. Through her blurry vision, she saw Argen looking down at her, a cold expression on his face, uttering words she had never heard before. It was a face she had never seen from her beloved dog.

The face of Argen pressed down on her body slowly. In his eyes, there was something like madness, a cold and chilly light that seemed to swallow her whole body.

‘N, no……!’

The moment a gleam flickered in his black pupils, Elise tried to get up as if to flee. But as a heaviness came over her exhausted body, she fell into a deep sleep like sinking into the ground, no longer dreaming at all.

Elise slept deeply for the first time in a very long while.

* * *

When Argen returned from the study, Elise had been asleep for a long time, exhausted.

“Elder?”

He called out to Elise, but there was no response. Only the quiet sound of breathing and the damp smell mixed in the thick air filled the room. A mysterious smile played at Argen’s lips as he detected it.

Thud, thud, thud.

Argen entered with an unusually elegant stride. His steps did not head straight to the bed, but towards the window where his collar hung. As Argen leaned against the window, the pale moonlight coolly illuminated his beautiful profile.

“……”

He stood with his arms crossed, quietly looking down at Elise.

Through her disheveled hair, the blush on her beautiful cheeks was clear; she had fallen asleep without even wiping away her excitement. His gaze soon went to her legs, filled with a wet smell, a scent that could only be sensed from a female.

Argen took a step closer to Elise.

“……”

At some point, he climbed onto the bed, looking down at Elise trapped beneath him.

She looked peaceful, sleeping as innocently as a child.

Argen bowed his head, inhaling the breath that Elise exhaled, and then exhaled again so that Elise could inhale it. Their sweet breaths intertwined so that it was impossible to tell whose it was. Only then did Argen wear a slightly satisfied smile on his lips.

He looked down at Elise once again, reaching out to her.

With the moonlit pale fingertips, he gently swept over her soft and curvy body.

His touch soon moved towards her chest, which rose a bit more with every breath she took.

However, the hand that seemed to grasp her temptingly swollen chest caught only empty air.

For a moment, Argen’s brow furrowed slightly. Emerald eyes were staring at him.

“Argen.”

Elise looked at Argen with hollow eyes.

Eyes like jewels, clearly looking at him but not focusing on anything. They were eyes he had seen before, perhaps on the day the Duke and Duchess were arguing fiercely.

“Elder?”

Argen called Elise’s name as he did that day. Her small lips parted under her blank eyes, still unable to regain focus even after hearing her name.

“Lick.”

What was apparent in her red lips and trembling eyelids was a clear desire.

“Without leaving anything.”

Argen held a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

“……As you wish.”

He lifted up Elise’s cumbersome nightgown that reached down to her ankles, slowly pulling down her underwear. Her white thighs exposed in the air shone smoothly in the moonlight.

As he leaned between her wet legs, her white thighs opened even more deeply.

And inside that……