The Predator’s Contract Partner

Meanwhile, Pansy heard the sad news. That her fiancé, Zain, died while hunting a demon. And Lucerne’s men showed her the body. They told her to keep the fact that she had seen the body a secret.

In other words, you, too, can become like this at any time. It was a warning.

–No, Zain. No!–

Pansy almost lost her mind halfway through. Mimosa was also shocked.

‘A demon comes out of the duke’s forest? No way. It hasn’t happened in years.’

Moreover, Zain’s body had been brutally torn to pieces in an indescribably cruel manner. The servants were whispering that it must be an extremely strong beast.

‘It’s probably not a demonic beast, it’s a human being. A person named the General. It’s much scarier than the witchbeast.’

Mimosa trembled.

“Can we survive?”

As Pansy sobbed, she asked as she looked at Mimosa in bewilderment. To her, Mimosa was a friend who was smarter than her and always gave her various pieces of advice. But she only bit her lip as her face turned blue. Pansy felt ominous.

‘I need to meet Carola. We must return Carola to her original position.’

On second thought. Pansy was very happy when she was alive and well, even though her relationship with Carola had become a bit sour towards the end.

Pansy was of a different class from her other maids, and she could collect a generous salary and send it to her family. She also enjoyed the pretty dresses and accessories that Carola gave her when she felt like it. She began to think that she had to rely on Carola.

‘Only Mistress Carola can take revenge for Zain.’

Finally, one night, Pansy cautiously made her way to the place where her Carola was imprisoned.

“Miss Carola!”

When they met again, she seemed like a different person. After four days in a coffin, Carola was downcast, and her eyes were full of venom. It had been long since she shed her usual cute eyes and behavior.

“How on earth could it be like this? … . Carola… … .”

She sobbed as she looked at Carola, who was more shabbily dressed than a poor priest. She was locked in a semi-basement room.

The room had only one tiny window for putting food in and a small window with an iron bar. Pansy was barely able to put her head against Carola’s barred window.

‘How on earth did this happen…? … .’

She couldn’t believe it. Carola was an elegant woman who was always beautiful and loved. But she was now more dilapidated than her former collateral. Additionally, her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes were sinister.

“Pansy. You’re finally here. Carola almost died,”

Carola muttered, holding onto her bars.

“How’s she doing? Elisha. That bitch. She’ll be snuggling next to the patriarch, right? You have to ask the patriarch to save me. You have to kill that bitch,”

Carola murmured. Pansy was startled. She wanted to run away, but she couldn’t.

***

Time passed. The beginning of fall was already approaching. Elisha and Lucerne spent the rest of the summer at the duke’s house.

“Huh, huh… … .”

Elisha flinched. Lucerne’s crammed inside her body. Every time his thick, club-like thing struck up, her folded inner walls clenched onto his organ tightly. Every time he withdrew, she held on to his as if her inner walls would come out with it.

“Ah, um… … . Lucerne… … . Haa… … . Euh… … .”

She squeezed Lucerne’s shoulder. Elisha was thinking about the news that Mimosa had just told her. It was information that Carola’s behavior was suspicious.

If she gave up like this, she wouldn’t be Carola. She is definitely up to something—

“Hgh!”

Slam!

Lucerne thrusted and slapped it hard.

“Are you even thinking about someone else?”

“Huh, that’s not it but… … . Carola— Suspicious these days… … .”

she explained apologetically that she was thinking about Carola, not about a man, as if making excuses. But Elisha missed the point. Because of that, Lucerne’s eyes changed.

Crash, ram–

Lucerne seemed to crush, her slamming into her depths, to his roots. Elisha struggled and shook her head.

“Is talking about Carola’s story making you excited?”

“No— that can’t be…… . ugh hmm… … .”

Slosh. Slosh.

[L] “I am only excited about your story.”

“Oh— ah… … ah. Ha… … . that feels … … . good.”

Elisha shivered. She was lying on the sofa, naked since broad daylight. Her head was resting on the cushion over the couch armrest. Her golden hair spilled over it. And between her legs was Lucerne.

He appeared to be fully dressed, with his pants slightly lowered, exposing only his thick penis. And the penis was moving in and out between her legs, making a clapping wet sound.

“Spread your legs, Elisha. So I can see you getting fucked well,”

Lucerne said. She let out a huff. Then she slowly put her hands behind her knees and pulled them up to her chest.

Her knees stretched up, almost touching her face.

Lucerne’s eyes darkened as he saw the scene unfolding before his eyes.

“That’s nice,”

Lucerne whispered. The sweat from his forehead dripped down onto her body.

“Really pretty.”

Her body contracted at the sweet words. The bottom of her stomach was tingling. A kind of emotional lull. But it was only for a moment that her mind stayed in that leisure.

Slosh. Slosh. Splash. Squeak. Slam.

His thick cock began to plunge into Elisha’s open vulva without any regard. The sound of his glans hitting her plump mound was loud and clear.

Elisha tilted her head.

“Lucerne—now. Ugh… … .”

Elisha grabbed his arm and begged. But he did not listen to her pleas again today. Her arms went up.

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