Beast of the Frozen Night

In the meantime, he pressed his lips against the top of her foot. As his soft touch touched the instep of her feet, Anne winced but lifted her lips in satisfaction. She thought she had a sense of taste now. She enjoyed the flavor of the lamb stew placed in front of her.

“No matter how much I think about it, the castle chef is pretty good. This stew…”

Anne, who was about to tear the freshly baked bread and dip it into the stew, suddenly shut her mouth in shock. It was because the Grand Duke suddenly grabbed her by the ankles and stuck his hot tongue over her instep. He then took off her shoe and placed the sole of her foot on the palm of his hand, and pressed his lips together like he was her slave.

Slurp, slurp. His tongue, clinging tightly to her, began to slowly rise up her slender calves. The bottom of her stomach throbbed every time his soft tongue climbed up her flesh.

In the first place, she was going to show her insides as well, but when he didn’t show any reaction, Anne pondered for a while. Meanwhile, his fingertips fumbled near her underwear. Moreover, looking at the fingers creeping up from the bottom of her swollen stomach reminded her of how he looked at her stomach regretfully in the daytime.

Anne slapped the back of his hand as he was about to touch her stomach.

“Stop! Don’t even think about it.”

Stunned, he lowered his hand. He wanted to experience the movement of the small life, so his hand went out to her stomach without even realizing it.

Anne spread her legs, pulling her skirt up near her waist.

“Not that side.”

There was no way he would desire a woman with a bloated stomach. It was clear that he would be offended by the viscous juices that flowed all the time after she was pregnant. She opened her thighs wider, thinking of repaying him the same, wanting him to feel the shame she had felt.

The Grand Duke brought himself up to his knees and, without saying a word, pressed his face down her crotch. His wet tongue swept her down all over her underwear.

Sensing that she was gradually getting wet with his saliva, Anne lazily leaned back in the chair and picked up the fresh vegetables seasoned with fresh applesauce with her fork. As she put it in her mouth, the pungent sour taste stimulated her taste buds.

As she chewed on the crunchy vegetables, she felt her underwear being pushed aside. Then she could feel his wet tongue digging through the cracks.

“Uhh…”

She had filled her mouth with vegetables, but she almost let out a moan.

Anne looked down at the dark hair that swayed around her waist. The Grand Duke was carefully scooping his saliva inward, spreading her sticky folds with his fingers.

Each time the flexible tongue nudged her folds, her hands trembled. He was strangely aggressive, driving his beautiful features deep into her crotch.

“Huuuh . . .”

Anne finally couldn’t stand it and covered her mouth with one hand. Anne’s legs, which the Grand Duke was stroking intensely with his long thumb, opened wider.

He slid his tongue up through her bushes, splitting the gap. Each time his tongue flicked and licked up and rolled her clitoris insistently, Anne pressed her fingers into fists tighter to hold back her sound.

Sluurp. The obscene licking sound echoed across the narrow balcony.

She belatedly realized that what she made him do was not punishment. She’d wanted to tell him to stop, but she suddenly saw that the front of his trousers was swollen.

Seeing that, her heart went cold. He was excited, but since everything was up to her, she changed her mind and decided to deny him instead. Besides, this pleasure wasn’t bad, so she decided to just hold it in.

Sluuurp… slurp. The sound that went beyond even lasciviousness filled the balcony. Every time obscene notes dug into her ears regularly, the sound that rose up to her chin tickled her tongue as it kept trying to escape from her mouth.

Anne bit the inside of her lip, trying to keep herself from making a sound. Waves of black hair flowed as she cast her eyes down. She had to hold that hair in her hand to do what he had done, but she couldn’t quite reach it.

“Ah, hah!”

Anne sobbed softly as she buried the Grand Duke between her legs. The Grand Duke’s lewd tongue went deeper and deeper.

At that moment, the sharp bridge of his nose pressed hard against her bulging clitoris. When the speeding sensation stimulated her sensitive core at the same time, Anne dropped her fork, as she felt dizzy.

The cutlery fell to the floor with a loud noise. However, without batting an eye, the Grand Duke continued to pierce his pointed tongue so that the coveted petals could open wider.

“Hu-uh . . .”

Her lips let out a moan. Her thighs trembled and her fingernails scraped against the armrests of the chair. Anne’s head snapped back at the moist tongue cutting through her flesh.

His breathing became rough.