The Virtuous Wife Lete Succumbs To Lascivious Venomous Fangs And Exposes Her Fallen True Self - Chapter 11
Morning, noon, and night. Baron Bart repeatedly sought Lete.
Indulging in his own desires, he knew no restraint.
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That night, Lete continued to writhe in bed, her wet naked body twisting in pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around the lord’s neck as he pressed down on her, moaning lewdly with a flushed expression.
“More… more, please thrust harder. Let it out inside me, Baron.”
While penetrating her genitals deeply with his manhood, the lord gritted his teeth.
While violently thrusting into her hot, wet v4g1na, savoring her body, his face was contorted with anger and resentment.
“Damn it! Damn it! Am I the Baron, or is it him!”
He was not content with his position.
He was unable to forgive and was consumed by rage.
The lord howled in anger as he violated the woman.
“I come from a duke’s family, with royal bl00d running through my veins! I waited for the previous generation to pass so I could inherit it! And now, this is what I am, what I’ve become!”
The proud bloodline was once the lord’s pride and the very essence of his being.
But he was unable to inherit it.
“I’m lacking in everything! No popularity, no military achievements, no wisdom, no accomplishments! Just an old scarecrow!”
His prestigious bloodline failed to give him any real abilities.
Every night, he recalls in anger, how his young, strong, confident cousin inherited the dukedom instead of him. Most of those who were supposed to serve him chose his cousin.
He… Bartholomew became Baron Balakirev and was given a small territory in a distant forest far from the capital. That was his evaluation, his fate.
This will never change for the rest of his life.
Bartholomew is filled with anger.
To his cousin, who became the duke, to the vassals who supported him, to the predecessor who decided the outcome.
And more than anything, to his own incompetent self.
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The lord followed the woman’s words and emptied himself forcefully inside her v4g1na.
In response to that, her v4g1na tightened around his p3nis even further, causing the p3nis to erupt with more semen.
Lete cried out in pleasure as she clung to the lord, who tightly embraced her. He ejaculated deep inside her, over and over… When his ejaculation ended, the lord collapsed, spent, on top of her.
Beneath the lord, the woman too having climaxed was gasping with hot, ragged breaths, exhausted.
With a sense of weakness spreading throughout his body, the lord muttered.
“All that’s left is to breathe until I die. There’s nothing more I can do…”
It was a pitiful cry.
The woman gently stroked the lord’s head.
“Loving is something we can do. Anyone can, anytime.”
The woman was smiling, the afterglow of passion still burning within her, yet she remained gentle.
The lord gazed at the woman’s face, with a faint hint of tears in his eyes.
“Lete… How I wish I had a woman like you by my side…”
“Lete is here, now.”
With those words, the woman wrapped her arms around the lord.
The air was filled with her seductive body odor. her sweat-soaked skin sparked his intense lust. The touch of her flesh provided him a wicked excitement.
Yet, there was tenderness in her voice, her body warmth was comforting, and the caress of her palm brought him peace.
Everything about this woman was what the lord desired.
Finally, the lord broke down in tears.
“You are so compassionate, and yet… I’ve taken your husband away from you, and taken you away from him. I’ve accomplished nothing good, only piling up more shame. I should never have been born…”
“In that case, let’s be reborn. Let’s become a gentle and wise lord. The people will all love you.”
The woman kissed the lord. Their lips gently met.
The lord remained still for a moment, soaking in the warmth.
Eventually, unable to resist, the lord slipped his tongue in.
The woman welcomed him, receiving him with her tongue, and entwined it around his.
For a while, they kissed and tasted each other’s tongues, their lascivious excitement growing.
After parting from her lips, the lord next pressed his mouth to the woman’s br3asts.
While sucking, he buried his face in the space between her br3ast, as if trying to hide, as if escaping something.
Like a crying child.
“It hurts… it’s so painful… but I want you to love this worthless me…”
“I will love you. Bartholomew, let’s love each other deeply. I want to love the good person you’ve become, forever and ever…”
The woman’s tender whisper reassured the lord, who had sought refuge between her br3asts.
While being comforted, the lord remained erect. Even as he fled like a child, his desire as a man did not fade.
The woman lewdly grasped his despicable p3nis, gently guiding it to her pudendal cleft.
The lord thrust’s his c0ck into the woman.
He parted her wet, seductive flesh and thrust, pushing deeper into her very depths again. He forcefully filled his c0ck with his desire and male instinct, pounding and pressing against the innermost reaches of her v4g1na with powerful thrusts.
“Lete… you’re mine, mine…”
The lord’s groan, too emotional to fully articulate, was incomplete.
The woman, her face flushed with arousal, wore a melted smile, accepting the man without hesitation, savoring, and delighting in every moment.
“Ah, that’s right, I’m your Lete… more, more, give me all of it…♡”
This anger, this lament, these complaints. The comfort in response to them. And the act of intercourse itself.
It is repeated countless times every day. The same thing, over and over.
Chapter length 2096 characters.