The next morning, Link walked with a slightly casual gait, his member swaying slightly with his movements.
Link walked out of Lucrezia's room, planning to go to the toilet first to relieve himself, and then take a good bath.
His passionate entanglement with Lucrezia last night had left him covered in sweat and sticky, and it would be uncomfortable not to wash it off.
However, as soon as Link opened the door, he bumped right into the little maid, Della.
Della was carefully holding an exquisite porcelain vase with both hands, evidently having just finished cleaning it and preparing to take it to decorate the hall. Link's sudden appearance from the room startled her, and the prominent, thick object between Link's legs instantly caught Della's eye, distracting her for a moment. The vase in her hand became unsteady, and with a "smash," it fell to the ground, instantly shattering into pieces.
Looking at the broken porcelain vase on the floor, Della immediately panicked, her voice choked with tears as she stammered, "Lord... Lord, I... I didn't mean to..."
Seeing this scene, Link, feeling playful, deliberately put on an angry expression, his face instantly sinking as he said fiercely, "Do you know the value of this vase? It's worth a full 20 gold coins!"
Upon hearing this astronomical figure, Della was instantly terrified, tears streaming from her eyes as she sobbed, "Lord... Lord... I... I can't afford that much money..."
Link squatted down, gently patted Della's slightly trembling shoulder, and said with feigned generosity, "Never mind, I'm not short on that money, but..."
Before he finished speaking, Link suddenly reached out and grabbed Della's breast, which was gently rising and falling with her breathing. The wonderful sensation, soft yet resilient, made his heart flutter.
Link began to slowly knead it, a mischievous smile on his face.
Faced with this sudden action, Della first froze, then her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, like a ripe apple.
"No... don't, Lord..."
Della was flustered, grabbing Link's arm with both hands, trying to pull him away.
"Della, listen to me," Link, taking advantage of the situation, pulled Della tightly into his arms and whispered in her ear, "20 gold coins is no small sum. I can't just forgive you for no reason, can I? As long as you obediently listen to me, I not only won't hold you responsible, but I can also let you experience unprecedented pleasure, oh~"
Link suddenly picked Della up by the waist and strode into the bathroom.
The bathroom in this luxurious castle was very spacious.
As soon as Link stepped in, he unceremoniously placed Della on the washbasin.
The cold stone countertop instantly pressed against Della's delicate buttocks, the biting chill making her gasp, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She didn't know if it was from the cold or from fear of what was about to happen.
And the wicked Link, without hesitation, kissed Della's lips, one large hand quickly grabbing her hem, pulling it up forcefully, and in a few swift movements, tore off her simple maid's uniform.
Della's breathtakingly beautiful body was thus completely exposed before Link's eyes.
It must be said, Della's figure was perfect.
Her full breasts, round and firm, seemed to contain endless temptation; her voluptuous buttocks, with smooth lines, exuded the charm of a mature woman.
Link gently pulled down Della's hands, which were covering her chest, his gaze directly falling on her proud breasts.
Della blushed furiously, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"These breasts... they're really big."
Link's face was almost touching her snow-white skin; Della could even clearly feel his warm breath.
He reached out a hand, gently cupping them from below, feeling their heavy weight, and exclaimed, "How did these breasts grow so big..."
Then, he leaned close to Della's ear and whispered, "You'll have to let me taste them often from now on. Maybe they'll get even bigger."
Della's entire body flushed hot, stimulated by these explicit words, and her nipples involuntarily stiffened.
Link naturally noticed this change. He extended a finger, gently grazed the firm little cherry, then pinched it with his index finger and thumb, gently twisting.
"Heh... Ah..." Della couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her voice carrying a hint of shyness and desire.
"You're really a slut, huh?" Link's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "From now on, Della will be my exclusive little slut wife."
"No... no way!" Della retorted, her face red and pouting.
"Not what?" Link deliberately deepened his tone, his finger tugging hard at the pink little cherry.
"Not a slut? Or... not my wife, hmm?" He stared intently at Della, a hint of threat in his eyes.
Della trembled with fear, not daring to respond.
As the head maid, Della naturally knew about Link's previous disciplining of Olivia.
Although Link was a good lord, willing to care for the poor commoners, Della also knew that her lord was a very lustful fellow.
Although being lustful was not considered a flaw in this era, it was normal for powerful and influential men to have multiple wives and concubines.
But Della also deeply understood this man's nasty temperament. After all, Olivia's precedent was there. If her answer was not to his liking, she didn't know what kind of torment she would suffer.
"Not speaking? Then it seems I wasn't wrong."
Link's lips curved upward, revealing a triumphant smile, "You remember this, Della, from now on, you are my little slut."
With that, Link spread his five fingers and forcefully kneaded her tender breasts, as if trying to rub them into his own body.
"From now on, we are husband and wife, Della. You can only let me touch you, understand!" His other hand was not idle, directly taking the other nipple into his mouth.
"Ah!"
Della felt a surge of numbness in her chest, the intense stimulation instantly spreading throughout her body.
She couldn't help but extend her arms, tightly hugging the large head buried in her chest.
Her body arched back comfortably under the stimulation, and inadvertently, she looked up and saw their reflections in the mirror on the opposite wall.
Link's tall and imposing figure appeared majestic and domineering, while his head was buried in her naked chest, greedily sucking.
She was completely naked, her fair skin glowing alluringly in the candlelight, her two slender arms tightly embracing the man's head, as if actively pressing him against her breasts.
Her tender body trembled continuously with the man's movements, the scene filled with ambiguity and temptation.
Della dared not look further, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, and her head gently turned away, trying to escape this excessively decadent scene.
However, the image in the mirror was like a brand, deeply etched in her mind, lingering persistently.
The scene before her was too decadent for her to look at; her beautiful eyes narrowed evasively, and her head slightly turned away.
Link had licked Della's breasts until they were glistening with saliva, her little cherries red and engorged, hard as pebbles.
He lifted one of Della's slender legs and propped it on the stone counter. Her already wet private parts were thus facing his face, constantly gushing out fluid. Link's breathing deepened, and he directly took it into his mouth.
Della felt a rush of warmth and wetness in her private parts, a tingling, itching pleasure spreading from her lower body throughout her entire being, her toes unconsciously tensing and curling.
"Ah... Mm ah..."
In the mirror, the naked Della was throwing her head back, moaning incessantly, a dark large head buried between her legs, sucking greedily!
Della was so stimulated that her eyes grew hot, and her flower fluid flowed even more profusely. Link licked and sucked, then held his iron-hard member, rubbed it against the little maid's private spot, then lowered his waist, and instantly thrust all the way in.
"Hoo!"
The extreme pleasure of being tightly wrapped by the virgin passage made his temples slightly sweat.
He cupped Della's buttocks with both hands, lifting her up, his arms hooked around her two slender legs, his waist thrusting, pounding vigorously.
Della was flushed pink all over and trembling slightly. Link held her and turned to face the mirror sideways.
In the mirror, Link held the naked Della in his arms. Della's slender arms were tightly wrapped around the man's neck, as if fearing she would fall off from his thrusts.
"I'm doing you, Della. Don't you want to watch?"
Della looked at the thick, massive object entering and exiting her private parts, her little head buried in his chest, too shy to look again.
This scene stimulated her to another round of convulsions. The air was filled with the slapping, wet sounds of their bodies colliding. Link sped up for dozens of thrusts, and Della climaxed with a moan.
The afterglow of the climax made Della contract even more intensely. Link was pinched painfully. He held Della, continuing to thrust as he walked towards the shower. He didn't forget to keep thrusting while moving.
Each thrust reached the deepest part. Della was too battered to speak, her fair and delicate body tossed and impacted, like a leaf in the wind, swept into extreme pleasure, able only to cling tightly to his strong body, unable to think.
Link thrust his waist rapidly, holding Della tightly in a 'train lunchbox' position for the final sprint. The air was filled with gurgling wet sounds and Della's sweet, alluring moans.
Link lowered his head and began to greedily suck on her full breasts. After another half hour, Della also trembled all over, gushed out fluid, and reached her peak once more.
Link put Della down. Della's legs trembled, almost unable to stand. He smiled, scooped up Della, helped her lean against the wall, and carried her into the bathtub. The water temperature was just right. Della sat on his lap, embraced by him, letting him wash her.
After a thorough wash, Link used a towel to carefully dry Della's body, then carried her back to the room.
Of course, during the washing process, there was no shortage of breast-kneading and hole-digging, and Link even wickedly and shamelessly said that this was the only way to get clean.
Della was both embarrassed and angry, but she had no way to deal with him.
After returning to the room, Link worked hard for several more hours, until Della's body and mind were transformed into his own image, only then did he stop his morning exercise.
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