Chapter 78. A Real Swapping?
A Real Swapping?
Maria's gaze remained fixed on the point where Lucian and Isela were joined. A voyeuristic curiosity rooted her feet to the spot.
Seizing the opportunity, Gerard whispered slyly:
"Lady Maria... since we're already here... why don't we enjoy ourselves together? I'm sure Lucian wouldn't mind."
"..."
Maria couldn't respond. Gerard shot Lucian a meaningful glance.
Lucian, currently mounting his friend's wife, had no grounds to refuse. Yet guilt stabbed at his heart—handing over Maria, his oldest lover, to his friend.
Then, breaking the silence, Maria spoke firmly:
"No."
She shook her head, meeting Gerard's eyes with tearful resolve.
"My body... belongs to Count Lucian. Only his seed may enter my womb."
"Seed? Womb? Hahaha!"
Gerard burst into laughter, amused by her innocent declaration.
"Very well. I shall respect that noble womb of yours. Then... let's use something else. A shame, but acceptable."
Gerard's eyes gleamed. Maria grew uneasy. If she refused outright, she couldn't be sure Lucian—lost in pleasure with Madame Blanc—would protect her if Gerard forced himself on her.
She was just a maid. The other woman was a noble wife, the spouse of Lucian's friend. This was a battle she couldn't win.
"Very well... I'll do it."
"Maria..."
Lucian called out with concern, but Maria deliberately avoided his gaze.
Gerard arrogantly settled into the plush rocking chair beside the bed.
Maria slowly knelt before him.
Her full skirt spread across the floor, her neatly pinned golden hair and the white apron of her maid uniform creating a striking contrast in the flickering candlelight.
"Forgive my boldness."
With trembling hands, Maria unbuckled Gerard's trousers.
She lowered the zipper and pulled down his underwear, revealing his half-erect member. Not as massive as Lucian's, but impressively thick and firm.
Maria carefully wrapped her pale fingers around the crimson shaft.
Squelch, squelch.
After spitting for lubrication, she began moving her hand up and down.
"Ugh..."
Gerard leaned back deeply into the chair, groaning. His lowered eyes drank in Maria—sweating, gripping his groin.
She was beautiful.
Since his first visit to the Eckhart estate years ago, Gerard had admired Maria's dignified yet sensual allure.
Her shoulders swayed with practiced motions.
Each dip of her head made her ample cleavage sway within the neckline of her maid dress.
Her overflowing breasts, constrained by a tight corset, brushed against his knees with each stroke, their softness palpable.
The sight of this noble service performed in the humblest position perfectly catered to Gerard's sadistic tastes.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
The slick sound of palm against flesh set a rhythm in the room.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
From the bed, Madame Blanc's cries never ceased.
Relieved Maria remained untouched, Lucian thrust harder. Isela's walls clenched tightly around him.
"Darling! Look! I'm—ah!—being filled by Lord Lucian! Uwaaah!"
His wife's vulgar moans. His precious woman on her knees, servicing another man.
Gerard trembled with unbearable excitement.
Maria glanced up, gauging his reaction.
His member grew harder, thicker in her grip. She parted her lips, ready to take the head with her tongue.
Thud.
But Gerard suddenly grabbed her chin.
"Wait."
"...?"
"Hear that? My wife screaming like that... I don't think hands or mouth alone will suffice."
His gaze—filled with hunger and regret—trailed from Maria's lips, down her ample chest, to the hidden space between her skirt-covered thighs.
"May I ask once more? Let me taste your pussy. Just once."
"..."
Maria bit her lip.
This wouldn't end otherwise. Madness flickered in Gerard's eyes. If she refused now, he'd force her down and take it.
She had to prevent that. Her womb—reserved only for Lucian—must remain pure.
Maria made her decision.
She guided Gerard's hand to her backside.
"If... if you insist..."
Blushing furiously, her trembling voice made a shocking offer.
"I'll give you... another place. But never my front. That belongs to Lord Lucian. If you promise... I'll open another hole for your satisfaction."
Her fingers pointed between her buttocks—to the tightly sealed entrance.
Gerard's eyes widened, then glittered with manic delight.
"Hahaha! Splendid! An excellent bargain!"
He pulled Maria up, turned her to face the chair's armrest, and lifted her skirt.
The head maid's white buttocks and the forbidden gate between them were exposed.
"Nggh..."
As Maria whimpered,
Gerard spread her cheeks and paused.
The pink folds were tempting, but practicality struck him.
"Anal sex... isn't this rather advanced? Needs thorough cleaning, and without lube, the tightness might tear her... Hmm..."
Then, amidst the bed's violent noises, Lucian's voice cut in.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" (Madame Blanc)
"Ugh... That... pant... I can... manage with magic..."
Though preoccupied with pounding Isela's womb, Lucian had overheard enough to intervene at the word "anus."
"Oh, Lucian. You know such magic? Why didn't you say sooner?"
"Pant... Huh?"
"[Clean] Magic. No enema needed? Impressive."
"Pant... Only I can cast it... different mana circuits... But why?"
"Didn't you hear? Too distracted, I see. Lady Maria offered her back—"
"My Lord!"
Maria finally snapped.
While she sacrificed her rear to protect her front, her so-called lover and master was too lost in another woman's body to notice.
"Cast [Clean] and [Grease] Magic on me! Now!"
Her outburst made Lucian pause mid-thrust, staring blankly.
"Pant... Huh? Why? Wait—with Gerard? From behind?"
"Because you're busy with her! I had to offer my back! Sob!"
Tears welled in Maria's eyes.
Beneath Lucian, Isela gasped:
"Ahhn... Lord Lucian... don't stop... keep... keep filling me..."
"Ah... Sorry... Maria... Are you sure—?"
'Sure?! You bastard!'
Maria screamed internally.
Only then did Lucian grasp the gravity.
He couldn't let his woman be penetrated—especially not there—by another man. But Isela wouldn't release him, and Gerard's anticipation had peaked.
Then, inspiration struck.
"Ah! Gerard! Wait, listen!"
"Why? Will you cast the magic?"
"Pant... No, instead... how about experiencing Maria's ultimate technique?"
"Ultimate technique?"
"Yes. For an anal novice like you... the preparation and risks are troublesome. This will feel far better. I guarantee it."
"Oh? What is it?"
As Gerard leaned in, Maria's eyes widened.
The ultimate technique. Lucian's most praised skill.
Paizuri.
Her greatest weapon—Lucian's favorite act.
'I'm saved!'
Maria exhaled in relief. Offering her chest was infinitely preferable to her rear. And with her breasts, she could satisfy any man.
"Then... I shall serve you this way, Lord Gerard."
Maria seated Gerard deeply in the rocking chair.
Swiftly, she unbuttoned her maid uniform.
Pulling the top aside, she unhooked the black bra constraining her chest.
Snap.
As the straps slid down—
Boing!
The colossal mounds, freed from confinement, sprang forth with audible bounce.
"Whoa...!"
Gerard gaped, swallowing dryly.
"Large" couldn't describe their overwhelming, violent volume.
Her skin—pure as fresh milk—was flawless, so translucent veins faintly showed.
Each breast rivaled a child's head in size, yet showed no sag.
Though their weight caused a slight downward curve, they maintained perfect teardrop shapes.
With every movement, heavy waves rippled through the flesh.
Atop these white mountains, wide pink areolas surrounded thick, erect nipples.
Their voluptuousness evoked both maternal instinct and raw lust—a pinnacle of femininity, untouched by childbirth yet ripe with promise.
"This is... a lethal weapon."
Gerard licked his lips, mesmerized.
As Maria bent forward, the massive pair pressed together, forming a deep valley before his eyes.
The suffocating pressure was overwhelming.
"Lord Gerard... I'll send you off... with these."
Cradling her breasts, Maria invited his member into that deep crevice.
The head maid's desperate, sensual defense—protecting her rear at all costs—had begun.