The road they took from the palace to the cottage was mostly set. Everyone stopped at the same field and rested the horses. It was a wide field, where the river flowed, and the entrance to the forest. The carriages were all in one spot and the knights, maids, and servants prepared for the meals. This was the place where they prepared the dinner and ate it as well. Smoke from the campfire danced up into the sky.
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“Ah, ah, no…. Sid, Siiid, ugh!”
The most fancy and largest six horse carriage. All the horses came back to their place but the maids looked troubled as they were around the carriage. There was something going on in the carriage–it was shaking.
“Ahh, please, mm! Mm! There, please…..!”
The Queen’s moan was pitiful. That faint sound stimulated the hearer’s senses. Every carriages opened their windows and eavesdropped. It was an intense love affair between the king and the queen. That wasn’t that big of a deal. The king and queen had many lovers and their s*x style was well known. But were king and queen that type? This was what everyone was finding bizarre.
Did the queen cry out so pitifully?
Was the king always so passionate?
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What was it like in the carriage?
It was arousing everyone’s imagination. The queen that was being loved by the highest power, the king, the only man that was chosen by the most noble lady. As the hottest issue of the palace society were doing it so openly, it was only natural their interest was all being focused there and their sexual senses were being stimulated.
The carriages didn’t leave.
Most of them were enjoying it with their lovers–in their own carriages or in the bushes. As they were electrified by the Queen’s delicate moans, they were doing it without even taking their clothes off properly. The noble ladies moaned s*xually unlike usual and the gentlemen were thrusting harder than usual.
“Haaaa, no, mmm!”
Amidst all, there was one unusual lady who was holding back from really wanting to say no.
“Hm, hm! Ah hm!”
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Margaret In Surah were all on her four on the dirt floor and was taking a man’s p*nis in. The man was moving his waist behind her and was smacking her butt.
“You h*rny b*tch!”
It was something of impossible if it was under normal circumstances.
Even though in En Letaire the women’s movement into the society wasn’t complete, it had quite a class, especially regarding the s*xual relations. The expression of love was all dependent on women’s intention. It might be a bit too much to express like how Retendon said ‘the noble ladies bang the men,’ but it wasn’t entirely untrue. The noble ladies picked men and enjoyed throwing them away and changing them. The men had a choice to stop their relationship but they almost had no freedom to lead. If there was a rumour of a man even trying to lead against the woman’s will, he would not be able to have s*x with any of the noble ladies. The noble ladies were not to be the one hanging onto their lovers. The only ones that could maybe lead them were their lawful husband. To be precise, they allow the men to lead them.
So, it was right that no man should be able to do this to unmarried Margaret, if she didn’t allow it.
“S, sir. Ha! Hut! P, please hit me more!”
“Crazy b*tch! You play with me?!”
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Slap, slap! It was hard enough to make Margaret’s white butt to turn red but Margaret clenched her teeth and looked back. Behind her was a man with average height and build, shoving his average thing inside her all the whilst being angry.
“What a b*tch! Wretch! You, dare, to look down on me?! You?!”
He was outraged. His hand squeezed Margaret’s waist. It hurt and tortured her and she couldn’t breathe but Margaret held back and kept mo*ning.
“Ahhh! Sir, I’m coming! Ah, I can’t, can’t!”
The man moved his waist more vigorously at her fake mo*ning and eventually came inside Margaret.
Finally.
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Margaret had to hold back her tears of shame, insult, and pain. She definitely didn’t feel anything but had to pretend that she did.
***
It had been a couple days ago that she became Duke Zenith’s mistress.
She had planned it meticulously. Duke Zeneth was waiting for a wh*re in some old motel. He said that he was trying to buy a woman he could treat however he liked. Of course, that was almost impossible in En Letaire unless he bought her. So, Duchess Sethang had ordered Margaret ‘to go in instead and please Duke Zeneth.’
‘Didn’t you say you’ll prove your use?’
Elena En Sethang’s words echoed in Margaret’s head. Prove. Margaret repeated that word in her head. Prove her use. She would do it. Certainly, she’d do anything. She promised herself that she would not leave Elena En Sethang alone after becoming the closest servant to the Queen. She would make her do something even worse.
I’ll feed her to the beggars.
She clenched her teeth, went into Duke Zeneth’s room and willingly let herself be used.
The road they took from the palace to the cottage was mostly set. Everyone stopped at the same field and rested the horses. It was a wide field, where the river flowed, and the entrance to the forest. The carriages were all in one spot and the knights, maids, and servants prepared for the meals. This was the place where they prepared the dinner and ate it as well. Smoke from the campfire danced up into the sky.
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“Ah, ah, no…. Sid, Siiid, ugh!”
The most fancy and largest six horse carriage. All the horses came back to their place but the maids looked troubled as they were around the carriage. There was something going on in the carriage–it was shaking.
“Ahh, please, mm! Mm! There, please…..!”
The Queen’s moan was pitiful. That faint sound stimulated the hearer’s senses. Every carriages opened their windows and eavesdropped. It was an intense love affair between the king and the queen. That wasn’t that big of a deal. The king and queen had many lovers and their s*x style was well known. But were king and queen that type? This was what everyone was finding bizarre.
Did the queen cry out so pitifully?
Was the king always so passionate?
Sponsored Content
What was it like in the carriage?
It was arousing everyone’s imagination. The queen that was being loved by the highest power, the king, the only man that was chosen by the most noble lady. As the hottest issue of the palace society were doing it so openly, it was only natural their interest was all being focused there and their sexual senses were being stimulated.
The carriages didn’t leave.
Most of them were enjoying it with their lovers–in their own carriages or in the bushes. As they were electrified by the Queen’s delicate moans, they were doing it without even taking their clothes off properly. The noble ladies moaned s*xually unlike usual and the gentlemen were thrusting harder than usual.
“Haaaa, no, mmm!”
Amidst all, there was one unusual lady who was holding back from really wanting to say no.
“Hm, hm! Ah hm!”
Sponsored Content
Margaret In Surah were all on her four on the dirt floor and was taking a man’s p*nis in. The man was moving his waist behind her and was smacking her butt.
“You h*rny b*tch!”
It was something of impossible if it was under normal circumstances.
Even though in En Letaire the women’s movement into the society wasn’t complete, it had quite a class, especially regarding the s*xual relations. The expression of love was all dependent on women’s intention. It might be a bit too much to express like how Retendon said ‘the noble ladies bang the men,’ but it wasn’t entirely untrue. The noble ladies picked men and enjoyed throwing them away and changing them. The men had a choice to stop their relationship but they almost had no freedom to lead. If there was a rumour of a man even trying to lead against the woman’s will, he would not be able to have s*x with any of the noble ladies. The noble ladies were not to be the one hanging onto their lovers. The only ones that could maybe lead them were their lawful husband. To be precise, they allow the men to lead them.
So, it was right that no man should be able to do this to unmarried Margaret, if she didn’t allow it.
“S, sir. Ha! Hut! P, please hit me more!”
“Crazy b*tch! You play with me?!”
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Slap, slap! It was hard enough to make Margaret’s white butt to turn red but Margaret clenched her teeth and looked back. Behind her was a man with average height and build, shoving his average thing inside her all the whilst being angry.
“What a b*tch! Wretch! You, dare, to look down on me?! You?!”
He was outraged. His hand squeezed Margaret’s waist. It hurt and tortured her and she couldn’t breathe but Margaret held back and kept mo*ning.
“Ahhh! Sir, I’m coming! Ah, I can’t, can’t!”
The man moved his waist more vigorously at her fake mo*ning and eventually came inside Margaret.
Finally.
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Margaret had to hold back her tears of shame, insult, and pain. She definitely didn’t feel anything but had to pretend that she did.
***
It had been a couple days ago that she became Duke Zenith’s mistress.
She had planned it meticulously. Duke Zeneth was waiting for a wh*re in some old motel. He said that he was trying to buy a woman he could treat however he liked. Of course, that was almost impossible in En Letaire unless he bought her. So, Duchess Sethang had ordered Margaret ‘to go in instead and please Duke Zeneth.’
‘Didn’t you say you’ll prove your use?’
Elena En Sethang’s words echoed in Margaret’s head. Prove. Margaret repeated that word in her head. Prove her use. She would do it. Certainly, she’d do anything. She promised herself that she would not leave Elena En Sethang alone after becoming the closest servant to the Queen. She would make her do something even worse.
I’ll feed her to the beggars.
She clenched her teeth, went into Duke Zeneth’s room and willingly let herself be used.
