Chapter 106. The Rampaging Count (2)
The Rampaging Count (2)
As Lucian flicked her G-spot with precision, Anna's vaginal walls clenched around his fingers in a crushing spasm.
"Kyaaaaah—!!"
Squelch! Squelch! Squirt!
Overwhelmed by her first experience, Anna threw her head back as her entire body convulsed from the intense orgasm triggered by mere fingers. Clear love juices gushed from her entrance, soaking Lucian's hand and the floor beneath them.
Panting heavily in the Count's arms, she floated in the afterglow of pleasure, unable to distinguish whether this was dream or reality. Lucian patted her head in acknowledgment before descending the rooftop alone.
[Next Morning]
Head Maid Maria entered the Count's office with a stern expression.
"My Lord, did you... embrace the new maid Anna yesterday?"
When Maria's reproachful gaze met his, Lucian flinched and avoided eye contact, pretending to focus on documents.
"Hm? Uh... well..."
"I heard you took her virginity... with just your fingers."
"......"
The Count fidgeted with his pen, offering no reply. Maria sighed and stepped closer.
"My Lord, we have retainer maids for this purpose. Why must you be so harsh with the regular staff? Anna still struggles with basic chores."
Her voice carried increasing weight.
"Even if you desire variety, such indiscriminate behavior will disrupt household order and diminish your authority. Have you considered that?"
The Head Maid's tone was unyielding. For a moment, Lucian shrunk like a scolded child, as if being reprimanded by his fiancée Rachel.
"Yes... I apologize. That was shortsighted of me. But..."
His genuine contrition made Maria both relieved and secretly disappointed.
'Now... surely he'll revert to his usual self?'
She secretly hoped he'd grab her hair, throw her onto the sofa, and punish her insolence by taking her violently—just like the Lucian she knew.
But the Count remained seated, pouting like a chastised boy without a trace of his typical aggression.
"......"
The expected violent affection never came. Hiding her dejection, Maria bowed.
"I'll take my leave then. Summon me... whenever you require."
"Mhm... very well."
Exiting, Maria frowned. The Count's behavior was utterly bizarre. Had his desires vanished? Or had he grown tired of them?
Despite the scolding, Lucian began ravishing the castle maids with even greater abandon—as if some dam had burst. His targets remained exclusively regular maids, never the retainers like Maria or Ella.
A maid crossing the hallway found herself captured.
"Wait. Stick out your tongue."
"E-excuse me, my Lord?"
Without waiting for consent, Lucian claimed her lips. For over ten minutes, he sucked her tongue to its root in a viscous, deep kiss until her legs gave out from oxygen deprivation.
At the windows, another maid gasped as Lucian's tongue swirled around her ear while his hands groped her chest.
"Ngh! My Lord!"
Through the thin uniform, he twisted and pinched her nipples while violating her ear canal with his tongue. The maid trembled against the windowsill, surrendering to his touch.
A pretty-legged maid scrubbing stairs yelped as Lucian seized her feet. He removed her shoes and stockings, sucking each toe before licking up her calves and nibbling her inner thighs. Hanging onto the banister, she watched her legs being devoured like ice cream.
In the laundry area, he buried his nose in a maid's armpit before licking it clean. In the storeroom, he pried apart another maid's buttocks to explore the crevice between.
With supernatural precision, Lucian found and relentlessly teased each maid's most sensitive spots—always culminating in their most intimate place.
Pinning them against walls or spreading them across desks, he'd hike up their skirts and displace their panties to bury his face between their legs or finger their clits and inner walls with dazzling technique.
Schlick! Slurp! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ah! Ah! My Lord! I'm—I'm gonna—! Nnngh!"
One after another, maids screamed through violent orgasms, love juices erupting like fountains as their bodies convulsed. Yet Lucian never unsheathed his cock.
No penetration. No ejaculation.
Once a maid collapsed from climax, he'd absently lick her fluids from his lips or fingers before walking away without a backward glance.
In his wake, maids always lay strewn about in post-orgasmic exhaustion, floors slick with their spilled nectar.
"Head Maid... the Count took the kitchen assistant..."
"This time it was the gardener's aide in the flowerbeds..."
Daily reports flooded in until Maria massaged her temples. Every regular maid in the castle was being drenched by Lucian's touch, yet he never crossed that final line of penetration—obsessively savoring female flesh without claiming it.
'Why this sudden change? Is he restraining himself like during his illness?'
But this was too methodical, too indiscriminate.
Maria sighed as her own loins throbbed. While retainers like her were excluded, this bizarre situation left the castle's other women constantly molested—and Lucian's rampage showed no signs of stopping.
[That Afternoon]
Ella's eyes gleamed upon spotting Lucian in the hallway. After checking for witnesses, she sprinted to intercept him.
"My Lord! Caught you."
"Ah... Ella? I'm rather busy—"
As Lucian tried to evade, she pressed against him with a seductive smile, guiding his hand to her ample bosom while her other hand cupped his groin.
"You've been neglecting me lately... Am I just leftovers now? After our last date, I barely see you. If you won't take me, I'll take you."
Boldly unbuckling his pants, Ella freed his member with practiced ease.
Schlick! Slurp! Schlick! Slurp!
Her warm, soft palms enveloped his shaft in relentless strokes. She circled the sensitive glans with her thumb, occasionally scraping with her nails for added stimulation.
After days of only regular maids, Ella's sudden presence was dazzlingly beautiful—her jade-white hands a stark contrast against his rough manhood, each movement sending electric thrills through his nerves.
'Yes... this is different.'
Her cherry-red lips slightly parted in concentration, the noble grace radiating from her flawless features—mere "pretty" couldn't describe her.
It was like eating home-cooked meals or tavern food daily, then suddenly being served an imperial chef's masterpiece.
Even delicacies taste best in moderation. Ultimately, a gourmet belongs at a refined table.
As Ella's elegant feminine scent tickled his nose, Lucian grew lightheaded. Primal desire surged through his veins—the urge to throw her down right there and ravish that porcelain body until it broke.
Her very existence was an irresistible aphrodisiac.
Yet...
The member that should've hardened like steel from mere touches...
"......?"
Remained lifeless.
Despite Ella's expert ministrations, his dick hung flaccid as wet cotton—not a twitch of response, let alone engorgement.
"My, what's this?"
Flustered, Ella redoubled her efforts. When Lucian tried pushing her away, she stubbornly yanked his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
"Wait! Ella, stop this!"
"Stay still. I'll raise it for you."
Kneeling, she took his limp member into her mouth.
Schlurp! Slurp! Schlorp!
Her warm, wet tongue swirled around the glans, licked up the shaft, and thoroughly sucked his balls. She created powerful suction that hollowed her cheeks, even attempting deep-throat techniques.
But nothing worked.