My world to Free-use

No, I was not absent. I admit I should have announced it on Patreon, but I was a little pissed and focused on another project- not a novel, but something similar. That's my mistake there. So someone reported my novel for minor content, and it was under review by Freewebnovel. It got cleared on the day before yesterday, so I worked on my other novel yesterday, and today is this novel's turn. Also, I've made my own website, to hopefully never be bothered by this stuff again. It's not completed yet, but you should visit it. Just write erowriter69 on Google and click on the third or fourth search, the .com one. You'll see it. Go via google please, and if you find anything wrong in the website, such as error or something, let me know. I'd much appreciate it.

Now, enjoy.

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**Chapter 254**

“Young Lady Zara?”

The maid’s voice cut across the garden right as my tongue was pressed to the tight ring of Zara’s asshole.

Her whole body locked. Thick thighs clamped around my ears. Soft ass cheeks tried to shut on my face. I felt the heat of her, the sudden squeeze, the way her hole twitched against my tongue like it wanted to hide. I didn’t pull away. I dragged the flat of my tongue from that tight ring down through her dripping folds, slow enough to catch every ridge, and sealed my mouth over her clit.

“Hnn—!”

She kept both hands on the pillar and forced the skirt down over my head. The fabric dropped around me like a heavy tent. Heat. No light. The smell of her cunt filled the dark space first, thick and wet, and under it the darker musk of her ass. Her juices were already on my chin. I licked them off her and went back for more.

The maid came closer. Gravel clicked under her shoes.

“Young Lady Zara, are you unwell? I heard you cry out.”

“I am—” Zara’s voice snagged. I felt the words shake in her belly. “Go back to the hall.”

I sucked her clit and pushed two fingers into her ass at the same time. The ring gave with a wet little yield, hot and narrow, clutching my fingers as they sank in. Her hips jerked. The soft meat of her ass bounced against my face.

“NOOOUUHHNN!!”

The maid stopped dead.

“My lady? Shall I fetch a healer?”

Zara’s fingers dug into the pillar. She still held the skirt down with one fist, pinning me in that dark, wet pocket between her thighs. I pumped my fingers in her ass, slow and deep, twisting them so she would feel the stretch on every pass. At the same time I licked her open from clit to hole, long wet strokes that made a filthy sound inside the skirt. She tasted rich. Sweet. That kiwi edge I remembered, thicker now for some reason, maybe her rank had increased, or maybe it was because of the situation.

“No healer,” she got out. “It is a… training strain. Leave.”

The maid didn’t leave. She took another step. I felt Zara try to walk, as if distance would peel me off her. She made it two ugly steps toward the nearest chair. I crawled with her under the moving skirt, mouth still on her cunt, fingers still buried in her ass. Each step dragged my tongue through her in a new line. Her folds parted around my mouth. Her clit dragged across my lip. Wet sounds followed her across the boards, slick and shameless.

“Haa… Ahn—”

She dropped into the chair too hard. Her legs fell open. I stayed between them, and I admit turning was a little hard, but I managed to do it anyway, sitting between her knees, and hooking my fingers forward inside her ass while I sucked her clit like I meant to pull it off her body. The soft walls of her rear hole fluttered and clenched, trying to push me out and pull me deeper at the same time. Her pussy dripped in a steady line onto my chin and down my throat.

“AAAAHNNNGGGH!!!!”

The first climax hit her like a slap. Her thighs slammed against my ears. Her ass clamped on my fingers so tight I had to force the next stroke through it. A rush of her juices spilled over my tongue. I swallowed and kept sucking. She tried to turn the cry into an order and failed. What came out was another broken shout that the maid heard as pain.

“Young Lady, please, let me take your arm—”

Zara’s free hand shot out, palm first. The other fist stayed locked in the skirt over my head.

“Stay where you are.”

I didn’t stay where I was. I lifted her slightly, which she resisted to her best effort, but her best effort at the moment was like an ant biting an elephant. I pushed my tongue into her asshole and rubbed her clit with two wet fingers. The hole was slick from my mouth and from everything that had run down from her pussy. I fucked it with my tongue in short thrusts, then licked a full circle around the rim and went back in.

As expected, Zara’s weak point was her ass. She was soon enough close to cumming. I pulled back and shifted back to her pussy as she came.

She tasted sweeter the second she started coming again. I swallowed what she gave me and kept the same pace through the shaking.

The maid hovered three steps off, wringing her hands.

“You are pale, my lady. At least sit deeper in the shade.”

Zara tried. She stood. The standing was a joke. Knees in, ass out, tongue almost on her lip. She aimed for the inner chairs under the roof like a woman walking through water. I once again managed to get underneath her legs and got behind her and went with her, latched to her from behind, eating her ass while she walked. My nose was in the cleft of those heavy cheeks. My tongue stayed on the tight hole. Every step pushed my face deeper between them. The soft flesh rolled against my cheeks. Her gait was open and short, the walk of a woman who could not close her legs without moaning.

“Hnn—! Don’t—”

“Don’t what, my lady?” the maid asked, already moving to catch her.

“Don’t come closer—! Ahn—!”

It sounded like refusal. It was not. I had two fingers back in her ass, and my mouth went back to her pussy, and she was dripping down my chin onto the inside of her own skirt. The wetness soaked the cloth against my hair. She made it four steps and folded into the next chair. I once again followed, but not as difficult as before, and got between her knees, not giving her a pause.

I spread her under the skirt with both hands. Thumbs on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart until the hole winked in the dark. I licked from the bottom of her cunt all the way down that line and stabbed my tongue into her ass again. At the same time I put three fingers in her pussy and curled them against the front wall. She was soaked. The walls grabbed. Her clit was a hard little bead under my thumb.

Third climax. Shorter. Meaner. Her thighs slammed shut on my head and then fell open again because she had no strength left to keep them closed. A thin squirt hit my tongue, warm and sudden. I licked it up and stayed on her clit until the sound in her throat turned raw. Her ass flexed around my fingers in broken pulses. I felt every one of them.

The maid had tears in her voice now.

“I will call Lady Catherine—”

“You will not!” Zara’s words came out between breaths. “That… is an order. Turn around. Walk… to the hedge. Wait there until I… I speak.”

That was the first clean command she had managed. The maid froze, then obeyed halfway. She went as far as the first row of flowering trees and stopped, still watching, still sure her young lady was dying of some hidden strain.

I used the extra space. I pushed Zara’s knees wider under the chair and buried my face until I could barely breathe. I licked her clit in tight circles, then flattened my tongue and dragged it through her folds like I was cleaning her. I fingered her ass with two fingers and her pussy with two others, different rhythms, so she could not predict which hole would clench next. The wet noise under the skirt was ugly. Drip. Suck. The soft slap of my hand against her soaked cunt.

“Haa… Jack… you bastard…”

The last part was a whisper. The maid did not hear the name. She heard the moan that came after it.

I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with the tip of my tongue. Hard. Fast. No kindness. Her hips tried to climb off the chair. I held them down and kept going.

“Hnnnnn!! Urrrmmmpphh!!!!”

Fourth climax tore through her with her mouth trying to suppress the vocal evidence and her eyes unfocused toward the hedge where the maid still waited. Her heels scraped the floor. Her ass and pussy clenched out of time with each other. Another squirt hit my mouth, thicker this time. No doubt, there was mana in it, but not like Elara. Most likely consciously. I drank it and licked her through the aftershocks until the pulses broke into little helpless twitches and she could not even close her jaw.

Only then did I slow. I left my mouth on her, light now, just the tip of my tongue on her oversensitive clit so she would keep twitching while she tried to look like a person again. Every flick made her hips jump. Every jump made her wetter.

Zara dragged in air like she had been underwater. Her breasts rose and fell, the modest weight of them shaking with each breath. The noble mask was probably long gone. What was left was a flushed woman in a garden chair with her skirt pinned over a man’s head and her cunt still dripping onto his mouth.

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