Chapter 67
Your Majesty is Annoying!
âAhâ¦â¦. Oh, noâ¦Sire, stopâ¦â¦.â
She thought he would like to feel it a little more, so Medea hurriedly turned around with her arms covering herself. Lyle smacked his lips at Medea, his appetite stirred by her gasping with a red face.
âMillieâ¦â¦ .youâve only washed a little. I want to suck them more. Hurry up and show me.â
âOh-oh-hun. No moreâ¦â¦. Please. Iâm shy.â¦.â
With her lips half-open, Medea begged as she looked up at him with wet eyes. Lyle gulped.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIf you donât give me your chestâ¦â¦ or would you rather I consume the whole thing?â
He would covet her from head to toe without leaving a strand of hair unturned.
Medea became flustered as Lyle whispered with a curious laugh. His decadent smile instantly heated up her body.
âAhâ¦â¦ errâ¦â¦.â
Lyle smirked at the hesitant Medea.
âHmm, my Empress, is that more to your liking?â
âAhâ¦â¦. Noâ¦â¦.â
âYour answer is late.â
Lyle stopped smiling; the ribbon decorating Medeaâs dress came undone. He grasped Medeaâs arms, who looked at him with huge eyes turning her around tying her wrists with the ribbon.
âHuh? What are you doingâ¦â¦. Aang! Noâ¦â¦.â
Lyle propped up Medeaâs breasts with both hands, biting and sucked them gently. Medea groaned and sobbed with sweet pleasures.
âOh, myâ¦Your Majesty⦠stop, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhâ¦.â
âStop crying with such a cute faceâ¦â¦. Empress, you always arouse me excessively. If I donât punish youâ¦â¦.â
âHuuuuun Aangâ¦.â¦.!â
The two saliva-soaked nipples were rubbed and pinched obscenely. Medea sobbed, twisting her body at the deviant stimulus.
âIt looks completely drenched. What am I going to do with this lewd Empress?â
Lyle smiled grumpily and touched the hem of Medeaâs dress.
In a moment, the hem of the dress was torn, and a corset and petticoat was revealed. Lyle happily untied the cord of the corset that had already been loosened.
âCute Medea. Where do you want me to please you more?â
âAhâ¦â¦ I donât know. Such aâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦Ohâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦.â¦.â
A torn dress and a corset from which the strap fell under the sofa.
With Medea in one arm, Lyle got up and pulled her petticoat down. Thin underwear wrapped in lace fell to the floor, showing off her soaked panties.
âOh, my⦠itâs all wet.â
With a laugh, Medea turned red to the tip of her head.
Lyle hugged Medea, headed to bed, and untied her panties. Soon it fell to the floor with a slick sound.
âWhat will the maids think when they see that underwear? Huh? My Medeaâ¦â¦.â
âI donât knowâ¦â¦. Please untie me. Mmhmmâ¦â¦.â
Gently kissing the struggling Medea, Lyle took the corset string he had placed on his shoulder. He fastened Medeaâs ankle with them and bound it to the bedpost.
âOh! What are you doing? Oh my god!
Lyle, who untied the curtain from the bedpost, tied it to Medeaâs other ankle and connected it to another pillar. To her astonishment, Medea found her legs wide open and lifted.
âOh, Your Majestyâ¦â¦. Iâm ashamedâ¦â¦. Please stopâ¦â¦.â
âNot yet. Iâm going to punish the obscene Empress who made my thighs wet and then release her.â
âAhâ¦â¦.â
Lyle kissed Medeaâs cheek hot with shame and moved under her ass. Medeaâs pussy was already wet with love juices.
âOh, no, donât lick it!â
She had already received Lyleâs service several times but felt too self-conscious that she was so wet. She couldnât stand it because she was embarrassed.
But Lyle gazed greedily at Medeaâs pussy, as if stopping was out of the question.
âBecause itâs a punishment, you shouldnât feel just good. Donât you think so, Empress?
âHiccup!â
Medeaâs eyes opened wide as Lyleâs tongue teased her from her asshole traveling up to her clit.
âAhhhhhhhâ¦â
Lyle laughed deeply as she trembled at the stimulus that almost made her orgasm.
âYouâre being punished. If you orgasm, youâll get punished even more.â
âAh! Such aâ¦!â
It was a completely unreasonable demand that she not peak when Lyle was servicing her. But Lyle buried his face in Medeaâs thigh as if he would not listen to her protests and excuses.
Medeaâs face turned red with a premonition that her punishment would be a sweet fallâlike a bee drowning in nectar.
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Every time a soaked finger with her love juice pushed in between her asscheeks, her body bounced. Medea struggled, unaware that she was tightening around his fingers inside her tunnels.
âYes, uh yesâ¦.Ugh yesâ¦â¦.â
While his thick, long fingers worked her asshole, making her lustfully react and climax, Lyleâs vulgar tongue came in and out her pussy, tasting her frantically.
Medea blamed the aphrodisiac on her lewd ability to climax from her ass.
âOh, my God. ha-ha-uh-huh! Aaanghhhh!â
Lyleâs smile deepened when she bounced off, spraying a puddle and being able to taste her climax. Medea, who had already reached countless peaks, groaned in ecstasy and trembled.
âHaaa, hhhaaaaaâ¦.â
Medea couldnât afford to care about saliva flowing down her cheeks.
She could barely protest Lyle licking her assâthere was no way she could protest him licking her labia and drinking up her flower boozeâ¦â¦ she had already cum dozens of times.
âNo, no,.. Uh-huhâ¦â¦.Ahh yesâ
She felt so good. Medea felt it every time Lyle embraced her, but now she really thought it was dangerous.
âI have to run away,â
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