Transmigrated as Baron, Married with my Lovely Maid-Chapter 51 (Mature Content)

"Come on... Baron..." Countess Azalea said faintly, only with the movement of her lips, without a sound, request me for making love immediately.

My cock was already erect, and I didn’t I couldn’t back down even though Duke Archer was right next to me.

I had to keep going to fulfill this milf’s crazy request to dig up the secrets in Duke Archer’s memory.

Without hesitation, I immediately advanced, grabbed Countess Azalea’s right thigh, and penetrated her.

"Aaaa-"

Countess Azalea’s moans were almost audible, but she quickly covered her mouth with both hands.

My cock thrust inside, widening her already-small pussy hole even further.

Although it was a little tight, I forced my cock to continue.

The moment I quicken my cock’s penetration, Countess Azalea moaned so hard that she use one of her pillow to hold her moaning that went out of loud.

Oh, I could feel Countess Azalea’s body, as if being electrocuted, trembling with joy.

I know she’s in on her way to the peak!

SQUIRT...!

SQUIRT..!

Less than ten minutes into my penetration, Countess Azalea released her love-filled fluids, wetting my cock and my crotch.

She release the pillow, took her rasped breath with flustered red face out of enjoyment.

Despite her pleasure, of course, it just the beginning.

I don’t want to stop, even her husband is beside me, still sleeping like a log.

I continue my penetration, speeding up as time went on until Countess Azalea seemed to be running out of ways to suppress all her moans.

"Unghh..hnnn..your hand...your cock....oh you’re so fucking much better than my husband...!"

Her body trembling so hard when my hand grasp both of her boobies while at the same continue thrusting her with my strong cock.

Even in the midst of my penetration, I could feel her warm, wet pussy tightening, and I knew she was about to reach her climax.

I saw Countess Azalea moan silently and audibly right in front of her husband’s face, and I could see her face filled with satisfaction.

"More...ahh...more...faster...harder...haahh..."

Countess Azalea’s moans, which had been inaudible, gradually became fainter.

I could even hear her melodious moans, so much so that I too moaned softly.

"Hahnn...Baron...your cock...so hard...I-I’m almost coming again...for the third time...! It only your cock...that can made me become woman again completely...!" Countess Azalea couldn’t hold back her moans any longer.

Her usual moans were loud and full of seductive tones.

Her sweating profusely, her heavy breathing, and the way her breasts rose and fell with each of my cock thrust made me even more eager to continue fucking her.

Strangely, Duke Archer didn’t flinch at all.

Even his wife was moaning just as loudly right next to him, sound asleep like a pig.

It seemed the wine Azalea gave him was drugged too, no wonder she was so trusting.

I sighed like a prostitute beside her husband.

"Ohh...Archer...! Look...! My pussy is free again after you imprisoned it for your own vain ambitions...! My pussy is being treated...hahhnn...like a woman by Baron Atreus...Hngghh...! I no longer become...hahhnn...ahhhnn....your...hahhnn...slave....!", said Countess Azalea, sighing right in front of her sleeping husband’s face.

I knew this was the outpouring of her feelings, which had been suppressed for years, sealed away solely for the sake of controlling King Bahamut.

At this point, I felt Countess Azalea’s daughter, Sheiza, must be experiencing the same suffering.

"Haanggh...! I’ve changed...Archer...! I...have stood up...for my own life...along with Baron Atreus Vermillion...! Hahh...hahh...the time will come...hnggh...when I...repay all your unfair treatment of me...!"

It amazed me how Countess Azalea cursed her husband while moaning like that.

But I knew the climax was coming, both for me and for Countess Azalea.

"Countess Azalea...I almost there...! Let’s do it together...!" I exclaimed, speeding up my cock thrust.

"Yes...! Release it all inside...! Put it all inside my womb, my dear Baron...! Impregnate me with your sperm...! Ohhh...!"

SPLASH!

SPLASH!

SPLASH!

My cock felt like it was exploding, releasing all my accumulated sperm and flooding Countess Azalea’s womb.

When I pulled out, the remaining sperm poured out of Countess Azalea’s pussy along with her love juices.

The bed was soaked with our love juices, even soaking Duke Archer’s robes and armor next to us.

However, to my amusement, Duke Archer was still sound asleep, half-snoring.

This idiot was still asleep even though his wife was moaning and getting fucked right beside him.

Countess Azalea remained silent, her mouth agape, trying to catch her breath as her breathing was still labored.

She took a bit of my remaining sperm from her pussy and smeared it on her husband’s forehead.

"The womb you used to give birth to Sheiza is no longer yours, Archer. It belongs to Baron Atreus Vermillion. I swear... I will avenge you by destroying King Victor Dragomir’s kingdom..." Countess Azalea firmly stated, then closed her eyes in exhaustion, leaving her nearly naked body uncovered.

The previously heated atmosphere in the room subsided by itself as Countess Azalea drifted off to sleep.

Even her husband, Duke Archer, was still sound asleep.

Curious, I tried to flick Duke Archer’s forehead a little hard, but he still didn’t wake up.

It seemed Duke Archer wasn’t just asleep, but completely drugged by the wine Countess Azalea had provided.

It was no wonder Countess Azalea was so confident in making love, even sighing and cursing at her husband at such close proximity.

Silence filled this private space.

The only sounds were heavy breathing and snoring.

I covered Countess Azalea with blanket, then got out of bed and put my underwear, pants, and clothes back on.

A few minutes passed, I noticed a faint red magic line flying on the air, which I found those magical lines connecting from Archer’s forehead to Countess Azalea’s, and then back to me.

I didn’t understand what this red line meant, but I could sense its magical power connected to spatial and dimensional magic.

I tried to concentrate deeper, feeling the magical impulse of the red magic line growing stronger, until I finally managed to draw it out and unlock the memory: Duke Archer’s memory.

But suddenly, a stabbing pain struck my head.

"Ugh...the fuck is this?"