Fairy Tale Series of Cinderella (01)
A long, long time ago, there was a duke in a certain country. He loved his wife and protected his beautiful wife as if she were his life. But, perhaps by a trick of God, the poor woman died in childbirth after giving birth to a girl. The duke was so distressed that he saw the girl as his wife’s murderer, and so soon afterward threw the girl into the care of a servant and never cared for her again.
And so, twelve years passed…
The story goes on from there.
One day, the Duke woke up from his nap and suddenly decided to take a walk to the place where he had met his wife. Because he had just met his wife in a dream. He didn’t know what it meant, but he subconsciously knew that something was waiting for him at the place where he had first met his beloved wife.
He came to the place that changed his life.
Then he saw his wife.
She was dressed in white, sitting quietly under her favorite tree, both eyes looking into the distance, and although she was small like a child, she was naturally graceful and charming.
For a moment, the Duke forgot everything. With a cry of joy, he pounced forward. One embraced the girl’s slender waist, opened his mouth and kissed the girl’s small mouth opened due to shock, his tongue stirred in the girl’s small mouth, hooked the girl’s tongue, licked her teeth, and gave vent to the twelve years of longing in this kiss.
The girl first froze and let him kiss her wildly, then as if she came to her senses, she began to struggle. However, how could the weak body resist the duke’s powerful attack, the girl’s struggles instead fueled his desire, the duke’s hands began to move on the girl’s wonderful body.
“Oooo… no… oooo…” the girl struggled and burst out a word, which was immediately capped by the Duke’s kiss.
The duke’s hand took hold of the girl’s erect breast, and a familiar sensation assaulted the duke’s entire body. It was this feeling! The duke’s five fingers ravaged the girl’s delicate breasts without mercy, as if kneading a piece of dough and wantonly rubbing it into any shape. The pain caused the girl’s struggles to intensify.
As if impatient with the touch through his clothes, the Duke’s hand moved from the girl’s breast to the neckline, “Hiss~”
The girl’s blouse was ripped open, her wonderful bosom exposed to the world.
“What delicate skin!” The duke’s mouth stopped plundering, his thighs suppressed the lower half of the girl’s body, and with one hand, he caught the girl’s hands that kept knocking on his back and fixed them on the ground above his head, forgetting to look at the dazzling beauty in front of him. The young girl’s white skin in the sunlight is as transparent as a general, blown, green breasts with a few wisps of light redness, showing the duke just tough plunder.
“It’s beautiful!” The Duke exclaimed, and then a sour feeling came to his heart: “It’s just as beautiful as it used to be.”
“Who… who are you? NO! Whoever you are, please… please release me. I…” Realizing that her mouth had finally been released, the girl rushed out to plead with the huge man in front of her. However, the duke had lost all sense of the outside world as he was overwhelmed by the beauty in front of him and the memories of the past.
The Duke’s hand trembled as it caressed the young girl’s erect breasts, and for a moment, moved to tears. His fingers gently caressed the girl’s underdeveloped breasts, twisting the tiny nipples and watching with satisfaction as the pale red nipples began to harden. He lowered his head and took the girl’s nipple into his mouth, licking the very tip of the nipple with the tip of his tongue, his teeth nibbling on the nipple bead, enjoying the taste of the young girl’s youth. Then he opened his mouth and kissed everything on the girl’s delicate upper body, and then came to his wife’s most sensitive place, her earlobe, gently slurping the tantalizing little earlobe, satisfied to hear the young girl underneath her let out a moan of unbearable excitement.
The duke’s mouth returned to the young girl’s breasts once again, and this time, the duke’s movements began to turn a little more intense. He nibbled the girl’s reddish areola with his teeth and kissed the girl’s breast vigorously, leaving bruise after bruise on it, while his other hand was not idle, moving down from the girl’s breast to touch the maiden’s most mysterious place.
“Ah!” Subconsciously, the girl tightened her legs together. However, the Duke did not allow such an action, he forcefully parted the young girl’s thighs, and then, tore open the girl’s last barrier, and the girl’s lower body was completely exposed to his gaze. The girl cried out with a cry of shame and indignation.
“What are you crying about? Honey.” The Duke fell back into the memories of the past, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you well.” The Duke placed his hand on the girl’s beautifully shaped secret pot and reached out with one finger, tracing it lightly over the sparse pubic hair, feeling the wonderful touch. Then he reached out and parted the young girl’s tightly closed labia, inserting his thumb into the girl’s sacred spot that had never been touched before, teasing at the already protruding clitoris, giving the girl maximum stimulation.
“Ah…” How could an untried girl resist such stimulation? Quickly forgetting to cry or resist, she indulged in sexual joy, and tantalizing moans began to come out of her red mouth. The body also changed from the original struggle to an impatient writhing. A stream of clear water flowed out of the girl’s honey hole.
Seeing that the girl’s body was ready, the Duke removed his pants, pulled out his rod that had long been hard as a rock, and pressed it against the young girl’s honey hole, the thick glans pushed open the tightly closed lips, and slowly advanced into the depths of the young girl’s body.
“Ah! No… don’t… it hurts, it hurts!” The girl snapped out of her delirium and fumbled to resist the Duke’s attack. However, it had no effect at all.
“Oooh–so tight! Sweetheart, after all these years, you’re still as tight as you were when you broke your melon. Really tight!
So cozy!” The duke, still stubbornly treating the girl underneath him as his wife, let out an exclamation of praise. Then, with a sinking of his waist, the entire huge rod was fully inserted into the young girl’s slit, breaking through the girl’s last barrier.
“Ah──” the girl let out a mournful cry, however the duke seemed to be completely unheard, his thick rod pulled out and plunged in again and again, his crotch bone bumping against the girl’s crotch bone, relentlessly thrusting into the girl’s delicate vagina. A strand of blood flowed down from the place where the two men met, leaking red onto the ground beneath the young girl.
“Good! … so good!” The duke enjoyed the girl’s supple body, feeling the delicate, tight pressure in the honey hole, and running both hands over the young girl’s delicate skin, as if he were back in the time of his first wedding night.
And although the young girl’s sensuality was aroused by the previous teasing, the pain of the broken melon coupled with the duke’s unrelenting in and out soon overpowered the pleasure. Yet helplessly, she could only lie upright on her back and let the Duke plunder her.
After all, it had been twelve years since he’d done it, and soon the Duke’s body reached critical mass as he gave a few quick thrusts before finally slamming his rod to the bottom and spitting out twelve years of pent up cum deep inside the girl’s body.
“Oooh… so cozy.” The Duke rolled off the girl’s body and lay down on the ground, exhaling a long, sighing breath. He half-supported himself, looking at the white pattered flesh of the young girl in front of him, her slightly red and swollen pussy, the white and cloudy semen accompanied by the blood from the broken melon slowly flowing outward from the slightly open mouth of her pussy, and he couldn’t help but place his hand on the girl’s back again and begin to fondle it.
“Oooh…” the girl curled up and turned her back towards the Duke, crying sadly, never having had any experience, she didn’t know how much this had just destroyed her, she just instinctively felt that she had been destroyed in a way that was precious to her, and since the Duke’s merciless plundering just now had hurt her, she couldn’t help but cry out after the Duke had finally stopped. finally couldn’t help but let out a loud cry.
The Duke ran his hand up and down the girl’s back, soothing her, and all this time he had not had time to think carefully about what was going on. However, due to the long period of abstinence, his senses became extremely acute, and gradually the original soothing changed its tone. The duke’s hands slid from behind to the girl’s chest, erotically teasing the girl’s sensitive nipples, and his crotch’s already shriveled ferocious weapon was revitalized, pressing forcefully against the young girl’s ass.
“Ah! … no more, I beg you.” Feeling the commotion coming from behind, the girl turned around and said miserably.
However the Duke’s mind had long since shifted to the girl’s still red and swollen pussy, and he parted the girl’s thighs and lowered his head to kiss the girl’s newfound pussy.
“No! Not again!” The girl panicked and put her hand against the Duke’s head in an attempt to get him off her secret pot.
The Duke stuck out his tongue, flipped open the labia majora and slid it lightly over the groove, then thrust it into the pussy, pressing it against the fragile clitoris. The newly developed flesh of the young girl moaned in response to the stimulation, and sweet honeydew oozed from the inner walls.
The Duke savored the young girl’s lustful juices and, after feeling ready, rolled the girl over so that she was on her back and began another round of plundering by penetrating the girl’s flesh in a single stroke from behind.
After the Duke had squirted his cum into the girl’s womb once more, the girl went limp, already too exhausted to speak at all. She slumped limply to the floor, gasping for breath sharply, completely unable to figure out how this could have happened. The Duke, on the other hand, stared at the girl’s body, intent on coming again.
Just then, an exclamation broke the scene.
“Miss! What’s wrong with you?!” The person who came was a man dressed in servant’s clothes, he panicked and picked up the girl who was limp on the ground and couldn’t move, and while he was scrambling to cover the girl’s body with the clothes scattered on the ground next to her, he turned his head around and was ready to angrily reprimand this miscreant who dared to infringe on his young lady, but froze when he met the Duke’s gaze.
“D… Duke?!” His voice was twisted with a sense of the unthinkable, “How… how is it you?!”
“Why wouldn’t it be me? Who is she?” The Duke pointed a finger at the girl with his chin, his mind hidden.
“She… She is your daughter. Your daughter whom you personally gave me to raise back then… back then!”
It turned out that this girl was the baby that the Duke had given to his servant twelve years ago because he hated the sight of her, and for twelve years, the faithful servant had done his best to raise this girl in the hope that one day the Duke would come to see his daughter. But now, in this scene… the servant no longer knew what to say.
“What daughter! She is not my daughter!” Confirming his suspicions, the duke burst into a rage. He glared at the girl cowering behind the servant and muttered, “She’s not my daughter, she’s the reincarnation of my wife. Right! She’s Marianne come back!”
Quickly, the Duke moved Marianne, the Duke named the girl after his wife, to his bedroom, making the servant who had cared for her for twelve years her personal servant, and, at night, enjoying the girl’s young flesh to the fullest. For several years, pampered her as much as he could.
As time passed, however, Marianne grew up and grew taller, while the Duke’s temper grew worse every day, and he began to scowl at the girl and scold her more and more often.
“Cinderella” is a story that has been brewing in my head for a long time, but once I started to write it, I added a little bit from the east and a little bit from the west, and the original draft was completely irrelevant, and this first chapter was not there at all in the original, but the writing was smooth as it could be.
As for the setting of the story’s characters, I was puzzled when I was a kid reading the Cinderella story, wondering why Cinderella’s father was so tolerant of her stepmother and her two stepsisters and stepsisters bullying her, and now this setting is kind of a statement. Well, finally a new story, I hope you will enjoy it. ^_^ Fairy Tale Series of Cinderella (02)
Legend has it that in the distant Dark Forest, there resides a terrible witch who has been looking for an opportunity to overthrow the king and create a world of magical creatures.
That day, a low voice came from the dark forest: “Are you ready, my son?”
“Ready, my honored master.”
“Well then, go ahead! I’ll be here to watch you and wish you success. May my Lord Satan keep you.”
After a sound, the forest was calm again.
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In the Duke’s castle.
The Duke’s favoritism towards Marianne has deteriorated since she was 14 years old, and what was once good intercourse has subsequently turned into sexual abuse.
“Come here, you witch!” The Duke said viciously as he held a long whip in his hand and tugged on the chain that had just been bolted around Marianne’s neck.
“Ryker, what happened to you?” Marianne asked in a panicked voice, the young girl was having a hard time adjusting to the fall from Heaven in just one year. No, I should say that having lived in heaven, it was even more difficult to adjust to the current situation. “Did I… did I make a mistake?” The helplessness in her trembling voice was particularly pitiful.
But the Duke didn’t feel a thing.
“Bitch! Who gave you permission to call me by my name without permission!” The Duke who said this had forgotten that when he had forcibly relocated Marianne to his castle, he had allowed, no, I should say ordered, Marianne to call him by the name of Ryker. For that was what his wife, the beautiful Duchess, had called him back then.
“From now on, you will address me as Lord Duke!” Duke Cofrin swung his long whip and lashed the ground beside Marianne, causing the girl to shiver in fear, “Do you hear me!”
“Yes. Yes… Lord Duke.”
“Also, from now on, your room will be changed to this house! No coming out without my summons!”
“Yes. …Your Excellency the Duke.” The poor girl wanted to cry.
“Very well! Now I’m going to temper you, you murderer!” The Duke laughed, and his face, which had been kind, now looked like the devil’s, and it was difficult to imagine that this was the man who had favored the girl so much a year before.
“Come here!” He yanked on the chain and pulled the girl against the wall. The girl stumbled against the wall, hitting her shoulder painfully. Yet the Duke was all but oblivious.
He took the girl’s hand and fixed it in the iron on the wall.
“Lord… Lord Duke, what are you doing?” The girl asked trembling, terror in her voice.
“Shut up!” The Duke ordered. With that, he took a few steps backward, looked at the helpless girl chained to the wall, nodded his head in satisfaction, and then–“Splat!” A whip, lashed on the girl.
“Ah…” The sudden pain caused the girl to cry out in shock. She twisted her body as if it would ease the pain, “Lord… Lord Duke, what… what have I done wrong?” Crying tones began to appear in the girl’s voice.
“Shut up!” Another whip lashed the girl’s delicate body.
“Kung… ah…” The girl’s words were interrupted by a succession of lashes.
After a few lashes, the girl leaned limply against the wall, supporting her full body weight only by her hanging wrists.
“Woo…” the girl burst into tears, completely unaware of what she had done wrong.
The Duke looked at the girl’s whipped bits and pieces of clothing and simply walked up and ripped them all off with one hand.
“Ah!” The girl shrieked out again, this time out of shyness. Over the past two years, due to the Duke’s over-frequent needs, the girl had become accustomed to exposing her body in front of the Duke. However, right now, she was handcuffed to the wall in a sorry state and was naked, while the Duke was fully clothed, a long-lost sense of shame rose from the young girl’s heart.
The duke held the girl’s breasts and maliciously pinched the reddish nipples, watching the girl cringe from the pain, but he laughed out happily, and then rubbed the young girl’s delicate breasts more vigorously, watching the beautifully shaped young girl’s jade breasts turn into any shape under his palms. Then he opened his mouth and took in Marianne’s nipple.
The girl jerked, not only because her sensitive nipples were contained, but mainly because two of the lashes had just struck exactly on her breasts, and the rough twine had scratched the young girl’s delicate skin in the process while tearing her clothes.
Feeling Marianne’s trembling, the Duke raised his head, angrily slapped Marianne and scolded, “Bitch, what are you trembling for, even my favor you dare to resist.” Said took up the whip again and lashed.
“Don’t… don’t hit, I will be good… obedient, please don’t… don’t hit anymore.”
Marianne cried and screamed as she tried her best to dodge, but how much could she dodge when she was immobilized against the wall, and soon the whip broke through her delicate skin.
As if venting his anger, the Duke lowered his whip and approached the young girl again.
He reached out and spread the girl’s legs apart, rudely looking over the girl’s fleshy hole, from time to time sticking his fingers in and digging at the young girl’s sensitive cunt core. Before long, nectar flowed out of the tuned and sensitive flesh hole.
“Ahhhh~” came a thin gasp from Marianne’s mouth.
Satisfied, the Duke stood up, removed his pants, and inserted his rod into Marianne’s already prepared secret hole.
He lifted Marianne’s small ass so that her slender legs were clamped around his waist, and with one hand on her buttocks, he stroked hard while his other hand roamed all over the young girl’s body.
“Ah… no… it hurts… please…” The duke’s strong hand hurt the girl, but her lower body felt a great pleasure, and the girl, caught between the pleasure and the pain, spat out words that she herself could not understand. But the blood dripping from the cut skin irritated the Duke even more. He reached down and rubbed his hand over the girl’s wound, then applied the bright red blood on his hand to the girl’s breast, then bit down hard on the girl’s breast, leaving two deep rows of teeth marks where a gentle caress should have been.
The Duke’s rough movements soon caused the pain to outweigh the pleasure, and the girl struggled, her red mouth no longer gasping with pleasure, but protesting against the unbearable pain, “Aah… no… no more,… please… please… please, ah! Don’t do this… this, it hurts!”
What the girl didn’t realize was that when a man’s bestiality kicked in, struggling and pleading were enough to make the man even more furious. Such was the case with the Duke now.
After hearing Marianne’s pleas for mercy, not only did the Duke not ease up, his movements instead turned rougher. He took out the hand that was resting underneath Marianne’s buttocks and sternly ordered Marianne to clench her legs, holding the young girl’s breasts with both hands and kneading them as if he was milking them, squeezing a pair of beautiful breasts to the point where they were completely out of shape.
“Ah–” the girl continued to cry, her wail echoing long into the empty house.
After an unimaginably long time, the speed of the Duke’s rod in and out finally quickened, and Marianne knew that this meant that the plunder, which seemed to have no end, was finally coming to an end.
A ragged gasp began to escape from the Duke’s mouth, “Ahhhh… I’m going to go! I’m going to go!” He yelled as his hips thrust forward, driving his rod to the bottom and cumming deep inside the girl’s body.
For two years, the Duke had ejaculated his semen into Marianne’s body every time they had intercourse, but somehow, the girl had never gotten pregnant.
The Duke pulled his rod out, and the white, cloudy cum flowed out of the young girl’s honey hole, tracing a path across Marianne’s white pattered thighs. The Duke released Marianne from the wall.
Thinking the ordeal was over, Marianne shuddered and tried to return to bed, but was pulled back by the Duke.
“Where are you going?”
“No… isn’t it already… finished?” Marianne said softly.
“Whoever finished! Get on your knees!” The Duke forced Marianne to kneel in front of him and placed his freshly ejaculated and completely shriveled rod in front of Marianne’s mouth, “Lick it clean for me!”
Marianne gave the Duke a timid look, picked up the rod, opened her small reddish mouth and carefully took it into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, her tiny tongue flipping and rolling, licking all the cum left on the glans in her mouth and swallowing it. In the midst of her busyness, she didn’t forget to tenderly stroke the Duke’s balls to make them feel more comfortable. Then, she realized that the shriveled rod was once again getting bigger. She raised her head and looked at the Duke.
“Go on!” The Duke ordered.
Marianne opened her mouth wide so the rod could enter deeper, moving it back and forth like this, then spit it out, nibbling on it like corn, starting at the glans and kissing all the way down to the base of the rod, then taking the glans in again, her tongue swirling more vigorously over the glans and over the horse’s eye, her cheeks dimpling from the vigorous sucking. She shook her head from side to side, the thick rod holding her cheeks up in a bulge.
After two years of practice, Marianne’s oral skills became perfect. Soon, the Duke let out another ragged gasp. Marianne tried to take the rod out of her mouth, but the Duke held her head down tightly with both hands, and in one swift motion, he plunged his rod to the bottom and, with a wild roar, ejaculated into Marianne’s mouth. Marianne obediently swallowed the cum that came in and then looked up at the Duke.
The Duke, who had vented his sexuality and seemed to have lost his interest in beating, picked up his whip and walked out, slamming the door heavily.
Hearing the loud slamming of the door, Marianne was then sure that the Duke really wasn’t coming back for a while, and she stumbled over to the bed and flung herself down on it, crying out in pain.
The door opened again.
Marianne jumped up like a startled bird and turned, not forgetting to wipe her eyes before she turned and looked toward the door.
It’s her personal servant.
She sat paralyzed in shock and cried out in pain. “Uncle Johnn, tell me what’s going on?”
“Child, bear with me.” The old servant said with a sigh, while applying medicine to the young girl’s bare skin.
What Marianne doesn’t know is that the original Duchess was a petite wench, precisely the same as Marianne was when she was twelve. And Marianne, having inherited the Duke’s heredity, has grown considerably in two years, making it impossible for the Duke to treat her as a Duchess any longer, and so the Duke blazes with occasional anger as he remembers that his wife died giving birth to her.
After administering the medicine, the old servant silently withdrew from the house, leaving the girl a quiet space. Marianne lay down on her bed, rubbing the bruises on her body, and went to sleep amidst sobs.
The day was finally over. Before drifting off to sleep, the girl thought this.
However, the girl didn’t realize that there would be many more trials and tribulations awaiting her tomorrow, and in the future… All this time, my computer has been crashing, first the keyboard, then the monitor, and finally the motherboard, causing me to lose all interest in writing. Finally, it’s all fixed, so I’m going to write about it today. I hope you can still remember it. ^_^
As I said last time, the setting sets the Duke as loving the Duchess so much that he can’t accept Marianne as his daughter, and sees her as his wife’s murderer, thus enabling him to turn a blind eye later on when his continuation and his two stepdaughters bully Marianne. But after all, there is a physical relationship, how can it be the same as before, so there is a second setting, which is about the Duchess’s height.
Well, we’ve finally gotten to the second part of the program, and the stepmother is coming out next.
Fairy Tale Series of Cinderella (03)
Things quietly take a turn for the worse when the Duke’s love and hate for Marianne are so intertwined that he seems particularly grumpy from being at a loss for words.
One afternoon, after “punishing” Marianne as usual, the Duke sat in his study, sipping wine.
In fact, in some ways, the Duke had fallen in love with the girl who had been born to him. However, on the other hand, whenever the Duke looks at Marianne, who bears a striking resemblance to his late wife’s face, he can’t help but remember that his beloved wife died in order to give birth to this girl, and at the same time, the Duke’s loyalty to his wife causes him to feel a kind of spiritual aversion to the physical relationship that he currently maintains with Marianne.
All sorts of contradictions, make the duke both can not let go of the intercourse with Marianne, but also can not be normal to love the girl, so he simply chose to sexual abuse this way. And the trouble is, this way did not solve the duke’s distress, but brought new troubles, so, in the “punishment” after Marianne sitting in the study to drink two cups of wine became the original drop of wine did not stain the duke’s new habits. And the accumulated pressure of the consequences, is the duke’s spirit of a certain string gradually taut.
“Dang,” came the soft knock on the door, interrupting the Duke’s thoughts.
“Who!” The Duke asked in a deep voice, the feeling of having his privacy invaded made his voice filled with anger, then the Duke understood the identity of the visitor. In this house, there was no one else who dared to disturb him after he entered this room, except for Joanne, the butler who had been with him for more than 20 years. As expected, Joanne’s voice came from outside the door.
“Master, a lady insists on seeing you.” The butler’s calm voice contained a slight tremor.
The Duke was somewhat puzzled. As far as he knew, Joanne’s greatest wish in life was to be the most competent steward in the Kofrin family, and he had always disciplined himself with this goal; calm and collected had almost become synonymous with Joanne, so something that could cause his tone to quiver couldn’t be small, he thought.
Normally, the Duke would be interested in something that would break Joanne’s composure, but not now.
After more than two months, the accumulated stress had caused a small crack in the Duke’s mental dam, and now he no longer had the extra mental energy to solve any big headaches.
“Master?” Seeing that there was no answer for a long time, Joanne asked again as if urging.
“Not to be seen!” Without thinking any further, the Duke simply rebuffed the visitor’s request for an audience. Right now, his desire to hide in his own hidden space was far greater than meeting with an outsider who didn’t know the etiquette of forcing himself to meet his master.
“But your lordship,” continued Joanne, almost compulsively, as if she had not understood the Duke’s meaning, “this lady insists that she must see you.”
“Enough!” The Duke stood up and opened the door while cursing angrily: “Full of ‘ma’am’, ‘ma’am’!
Who exactly is your master! Didn’t you hear me when I said I couldn’t see you?…” The Duke opened the door and the following words disappeared into thin air as the Duke froze.
Kujo.
“Marianne?!” The Duke spat out the name that had left deep scars on his heart in a voice that was almost self-satisfied, as if he couldn’t be sure if the beautiful woman in front of him was real or not, and was afraid that a louder voice would shatter the good dream in front of him.
Then, “Marianne!” The Duke’s voice got a little louder. “Marianne!!!” There was a crack in the Duke’s voice, followed by a full-blown break. “Marianne!!!” The Duke wrapped his arms around the petite wench with such force that the wench struggled.
“Marianne! Marianne! …” the Duke screamed in a cascade, tears mingling with his broken tone.
However, the strings of reason tugged gently in the Duke’s head. Marianne… She died in his arms!
“Who are you!” Gathering his greatest vigor, the Duke pushed the female away and asked in a deep voice, his voice filled with excitement, thrill, anger, suspicion, and all sorts of feelings that could not be described in words. Though he tried his best to make his voice sound normal, the overpowering shock made his voice tremble slightly, just like Joanne’s voice earlier.
“My name is Gemma B. I’m Marianne Kadran. I’m Marianne Antoniette Cadellan’s twin sister. Kadran’s twin sister.” The petite woman with the appearance of a duchess spoke surprising words in a light voice.
“What?!”
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When Duke Zirek Kerflein offered to marry Gemma Kerflein. Duke Coughlin was in a sea of amazement over the appearance of Gemma Kadran. Kadran’s appearance, a small incident occurred in a forest that was not part of the Duke’s domain.
“Yui! Yui!” The 89 year old reclusive magician Mejeri screamed in a voice that was highly inconsistent with his appearance, so loud that the birds in the trees thought that there was an enemy, and one by one, they opened their wings and fluttered around in fear while emitting a cacophony of cries.
“Ouch!” Hiding in a tree and playing with her newly acquired treasure, Yui… Rebecca was taken for an imaginary enemy by a panicked bird, and without defense she fell heavily to the ground. As she climbed to her feet, Mejeri had followed the sound to the girl at a speed completely disproportionate to her age.
“Bring it!” The aged reclusive wizard held out his dry palm.
“What is it bring?” Yuyi asked with a cute smiling face, pretending to ask, while secretly gauging if there was an escape route that could be taken.
“My newly completed wand!” Meijeri’s aged palm rested firmly in front of Yui’s nose, then added, “The same wand you fumbled away in the morning when you were looking around my house.”
For this granddaughter, Meijeri was both fond of and had a headache. At the age of 14, little Youyi had a strong curiosity about magic, and would be curious to try every piece of magic she saw, which was very gratifying for Meijeri who wanted to cultivate her granddaughter into a first-rate magician, but compared to her curiosity, Youyi had an incomparable destructive power over magic.
In these few short years, she had already destroyed two magic carpets, three wands, seven crystal balls, and countless smaller magic tools like magic flutes, magic whistles, and so on. So when Meijeri realized that his newly made wand had been touched by his granddaughter again, he hurriedly chased after her.
“What wand, I didn’t see it.” Youi hurriedly denied it. It had taken half the morning to figure out the wand’s function a little, so how could she give it back now.
“I’m going to search if you don’t hand it over yourself.” Mejri rolled up his sleeves and was ready to strike.
“Ah!” Suddenly, Yui cried out in surprise as she pointed to Mejri’s back. In a moment of inattention, the old magician turned back to check what was there, and when he hurried back after realizing that he had been duped, there was only air left in front of him. Relying on the wand to greatly increase the magic power of You Yi with instantaneous movement magic from the old magician’s eyes slipped away, the air echoed with the girl’s smug laughter: “Grandma, I’m going out to play, you do not miss me oh. Haha!”
“Yui–” Mejeri’s roar carried through the forest once more.
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In the evening, in the Duke’s study.
The Duke paced back and forth, recalling the afternoon’s words of Gemma… Kadran’s words.
The wife’s family, the Kadran family, is a family with an ancient and honorable reputation, and certainly disciplines girls much more harshly than the average family, so when 14-year-old Gemma falls in love with her tutor and elopes, the Kadran family, who feels a great loss of face, completely seals her existence, wiping the fact that she ever existed from people’s memories in one fell swoop.
Unfortunately, after 12 years of happy life with her husband, a fever took his life, and after struggling for several years with the two children left behind by her late husband, the desperate Jima remembered her brother-in-law and brought her children to join him. These are Jima’s own words.
To be honest, the shrewd duke didn’t particularly believe her words. Before his wife’s death, the Duke and his father-in-law, the old Duke of Kadran, had been friends for years. Undisputedly, the old Duke of Kadran was a stubborn, old-fashioned man who would never have approved of his daughter’s love for a governess. But on the other hand, the old Duke of Kadran is also a straightforward person, if this kind of thing happens in his own family, he should not make this kind of decisive reaction.
However, who knows. Such a voice bubbled up in the Duke’s mind. A person’s heart could not be seen from his face.
What should be done? The duke, who had two thoughts intertwined in his mind, was at a loss. But, in fact, when he saw Gemma’s face and figure, which was no different from his wife’s, under the horizontal plane that he could not notice, the scales of emotion had quietly overpowered reason and favored Gemma.
Lifting his head, the Duke was surprised to find that, without realizing it, he had opened the door to his study and walked to the doorway of the room where Gemma was temporarily staying. He stared at the doorknob as if it were a horrible monster.
Should I go in and take a look? As soon as this thought rose from his heart, he couldn’t suppress it anymore. After struggling for a long time, the Duke gently pushed open the door with a trembling hand.
Under the moonlight, Jima was lying quietly on the bed. Due to the heat, she was covered with only a thin sheet, which did not cover her beautiful body at all, but instead made her look even sexier due to the half-coverage. She was lying there quietly, as if her wife was still by his side. For a moment, the Duke had the feeling of wanting to cry.
The Duke’s eyes fell on her face. In the moonlight, Gemma’s beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy veil, the red mouth was half-open, spitting out a fine breath. Looking at it, the duke as if hypnotized lightly walked to the bed and slowly lowered himself.
As the sensation of lips touching lips reached his brain, the Duke realized that he had unknowingly kissed Gemma on the lips. The Duke looked up sharply, and his neck gave a grunt as he moved too violently. Soon enough, however, emotion once again overcame reason. The Duke kissed Gemma on the lips again.
This time, he poured out all his feelings and kissed the fragrant soft red lips painfully.
By the time the Duke realized it, he was already lying in Gemma’s bed. The innocent sheet was discarded mercilessly under the bed along with the nightgown Gemma was wearing. His hand cupped the beautiful widow’s ripe breasts, caressing them tenderly, while his other hand nimbly dug into Gemma’s panties, searching for the honey hole that was enough to make any man lose his mind, lightly tracing the shallow furrow with his middle finger, finding the entrance in the dense forest, and delicately picking and gently twisting the sensitive little nub that was hidden in the honey hole.
“Zirek…” Softly spitting out Duke Coughlin’s name, a startled Jemima greeted the Duke’s attack with an I knew it would be like this attitude. Spreading her arms around the Duke’s broad back, she teasingly nibbled on the Duke’s lower lip, and then stuck out her tongue to trace the shape of the Duke’s lips. The countered Duke then countered back with an even more passionate kiss.
“Ahhhhhh,” as if she couldn’t handle the Duke’s overly passionate kisses, Gemma let out a small sigh as she pushed up her lower body to meet the Duke’s fingers, wiggling her tiny ass. Her hands slid down the Duke’s back, tracing the Duke’s lean muscles across the small of his back, resting on his huge rod that was already fully erect.
“Ahhhh~~ it’s so big!” She said in a surprised tone. She looked up and smiled appreciatively at the Duke, a sly glint in her eye.
In the next instant, the Duke found himself lying on his back, with Gemma unclothed, her pussy in full view. Gemma, on the other hand, had her back to him, and both hands were holding his already painfully hard rod. The Duke didn’t particularly like this position, and holding Gemma’s plump thighs in both hands, he tried to sit up, but a marring sensation from his lower body crushed him.
He lifted his head, stuck out his tongue and licked up Gemma’s pussy right in front of his eyes, a stream of sweet, tangy nectar flowing from the wet honey pot. He slurped a few mouthfuls of the nectar that only a female could produce, and with intent, he pushed his tongue into the narrow slit of flesh in search of sweeter fruit.
“Ahhhh…” Jemima stopped moving her mouth, straightened her back, and let out a lustful cry, “Ahhhh… that’s it… no… don’t stop… that’s it! Ah… I want more… I want more!”
Encouraged, the Duke accelerated his tongue movements while his fingers pinched Gemma’s nipples and continued to tease her with pleasure.
“Aaah–” in a scream, Gemma reached her first orgasm. She leaned softly into the Duke’s arms, panting thinly.
The not-yet-satisfied Duke rolled over and pinned Gemma underneath him, spreading her legs. Gemma clasped his waist obediently. The Duke held his sinewy rod and slid it up and down over Gemma’s pussy lips before thrusting in.
“Ahhhhhhh,” they both spat out at the same time.
The Duke lowered his head and watched as his rod entered Gemma’s fleshy hole minute by minute, finally plunging in completely. He reached down and took hold of Gemma’s breasts as if using them as handles, then his lower body pulled out and slammed in again, by now the Duke was completely caught up in the sensations of carnal desire.
Soon, Gemma reached her second orgasm, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her lower body desperately pushing upwards, and a long moan escaping her mouth. When Gemma reached her third orgasm, the Duke couldn’t support it anymore, and the speed of his thrusts increased significantly, his mouth roaring something like, “Ah~~ so tight.” “So comfortable!” And then he let out a final roar.
“I can’t! Gonna go! I’m going! AH–” they both yelled in unison, and after the final thrust, the Duke stiffened and gurgled, shooting his thick semen completely into the deepest part of Gemma’s body.
Exhausted Duke quickly fell asleep, the Duke whose meat stick still remained in Gemma’s body was now like a child who finally wanted candy, a happy smile on his face, sinking into a beautiful dream that had not come for months. And at this time, Gemma’s eyes flashed a touch of demonic light, and then, she closed her eyes , her lower body and the duke closely linked together, holding the duke, also entered a deep sleep.
Finally finished chapter 3 again.
I’m afraid that due to classes, I’ll only be able to write on Fridays and Saturdays in the future, so readers who want to read it will have to keep waiting.
Continuing on from last time, with the Duke loving the Duchess so much, even Marianne, who looks like the Duchess, was mistreated because of her size discrepancy, (although it doesn’t seem to be obvious from the article ^_^ ), so how is it that the stepmother can be favored exclusively? So there is a third setting, about the identity of the stepmother.
Well, the stepmother has finally shown up, so where is the great fairy godmother? For those of you who want to read it, look for chapter four.
Fairy Tale Series of Cinderella (04)
When Duke Zirek Kofrin wakes up next to Gemma, he knows everything is different. Duke Coughlin woke up next to Gemma, he knew everything was different. He half braced himself and turned his head to look at Gemma, who was still asleep.
The morning sun shot in through the window and shone on her face, her white skin looked as if it was transparent, lined with a light color of blood, very touching. He couldn’t help but feel his fingers tingling, crouching down and planting his thick lips on her slightly open mouth. The swelling desire in his lower body reminded him that it was time for breakfast.
Gemma slowly woke up, her eyes still open and her arms already around the Duke’s neck.
She opened her mouth and rolled and sucked on the Duke’s lips, her tongue burrowing into the Duke’s mouth and dancing with his. Her body pressed against the Duke’s, twisting and turning, stimulating the newly awakened man.
Not to be outdone, the Duke rolled over and pinned Gemma underneath, his large hands cupping her breasts and rubbing them to his heart’s content.
“What do you think, my little whore.” He slowed his breath and leaned in close to Gemma’s tiny ear and snapped in a deep voice.
“I want to… Kirek, I want to!” Jemima was so aroused that she didn’t care about anything else, she just demanded satisfaction: “Oh, Zirek, please… give it to me…”
Her voice trembled, unfulfilled desire making her heart anxious.
“What do you want? Make it clear.” The Duke forced himself to hold back the swelling in his crotch, clasping Gemma’s full pussy with one hand and pumping his fingers in and out of it, just refusing to actually stop the itching, while his other hand kept wandering over her sensitive spots.
“Come on, make it clear or you won’t get it.”
“I want… I want your meat stick!” Jemima, who was extremely excited, could not help but scream, and the last two words, “meat stick”, were so loud and clear that they fully demonstrated the longing in her heart.
“Okay~ Here you go!”
Unable to hold back any longer, the Duke raised his gun and shot to the bottom, his thick rod instantly filling Gemma’s hungry meat hole.
” A.–well, well, well, well,” Gemma cried out, not caring at all whether anyone would hear her, gasping for breath, the combination of being overwhelmed by the Duke’s powerful pounding and not wanting to lose the thing that would take her up to heaven turned into a long moan.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Finally, the Duke reached his peak, letting out a wild roar as his thrusts bucked up and then slammed to the bottom, letting out a thousand pounds, spitting his cum all over Gemma’s fleshy hole before laying back down on the bed and taking Gemma tenderly into his arms.
“Darling…”
“Darling…”
The gasps of the two men echoed through the large room, the air filled with the scent of lust, and the two men lay face to face, neither able to speak for a moment.
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A little later, in the Duke’s study.
“Darling, I’m going to marry you.” The Duke said fondly as he wrapped his arms around Gemma as if he had transformed back into the man he was 15 years ago.
“No…” Jemima stretched out a finger and pressed it to the duke’s mouth, shaking her head and whispering with hurt on her face, “I just want to be with you. Don’t forget, I am an unlucky widow…”
“No way! I must marry you! I am the master of this place, all people must listen to me, you don’t have to worry about that.” After the Duke finished speaking, he walked briskly to the door, pulled it open, and shouted, “Joanne! Joanne! Come here.”
“No! Zirek…”
Gemma let out a soft purr, her hand reaching forward as if to pull the Duke to his feet, but a gleam of amusement flashed in her eyes before she quickly changed back to her pathetic look.
“Yes, Master. May I ask what your orders are.” As if by magic, Johan suddenly appeared in front of the Duke.
“Joanne, go gather the entire castle, I have an announcement to make.”
“Yes.”
Even with his confusion, Johan, who firmly believed that a good butler should follow his master’s orders completely, didn’t ask a single question, but only gave a firm answer.
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“As you can see.” The duke stood on a high platform in the square, and said in a loud voice: “The lady who stands by my side will be, from this day, your mistress, and these two ladies,” said he, drawing over the two daughters of Gemma, “are my daughters, your ladies, and you shall honor them with the same respect that you have for me , and if any one dares to neglect their orders, I shall punish him severely. Do you, hear me!”
“Yes.”
“Long live the Honorable Lord Duke, long live the Duchess.”
“Now, I need some people to finish getting ready for the wedding, who would like to take on this task?”
“Me!”
“My Lord Duke, I do.”
“Please choose me.”
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Cheers emanated from the crowd in the plaza, everyone scrambling to raise their hands in hopes of taking on the task, and the entire castle was awash in joy and excitement.
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While the whole castle is basking in the joy, a poor little girl is forgotten in the castle attic.
“What’s all the cheering outside?” Marianne asked her maid, Joan, who had been sent to serve and watch over her, as she listened to the cheering outside.
“We’re going to have the Lady of the Fort.”
Joan answered Marianne’s question with an expression on her young face that was wildly out of character for her seventeen years of age, her eyes flashing with scorn and disgust as she spoke coldly, saving her breath to make Marianne feel bad, “By then, you’re going to be forgotten, you little whore.”
Joan, who didn’t understand the truth of the matter, simply assumed that Marianne was the Duke’s mistress, and the soon-to-be-abandoned kind at that.
The little maid who wants to attract the attention of the Duke but is always ignored by the Duke has a congenital jealousy in the face of the girl who is younger than herself but easily becomes the Duke’s mistress, but the Duke’s favor for Marianne makes her suppress all her thoughts in her heart.
And the recent mistreatment of Marianne by the Duke, coupled with the sudden announcement of the Duchess now, in in made the young maid think that the Duke’s interest in Marianne had disappeared, and that then there should be no consequences for dealing with her now.
The maid who came to this conclusion finally couldn’t control the long pent up jealousy in her heart and spat out words with a sharp blade from her mouth.
“What did you say about prostitutes…”
Marianne was surprised at the maid’s attitude, and although she didn’t quite understand the meaning of her words, the emotion caught in them was audible.
“I said you’re a whore!”
The jealous maid thought that Marianne could not accept her abuse and blurted out, “Those who lie in bed all day long and do nothing but spread their legs and let men fuck them.”
“How… how… how can you say that?”
Marianne, who had finally figured out the meaning of the other party’s words, reddened at the contempt and humiliation contained in the passage, and stammered, momentarily struggling to understand why Joan, who usually wasn’t very close to her but didn’t show the slightest bit of dislike for her either, would say such words.
“Why can’t I say it!” The maid continued to vent her dissatisfaction with Marianne: “Look at you, what are you, but the granddaughter of an old servant, just like me, but all day long you do nothing but make love to the Duke with your legs wide open, what are you but a whore! However,” she said, with some smugness and intimidation, “I think you’ll soon be like those whores outside, when the Duke marries his wife, little whores like you will soon be thrown out of the castle, and then you’ll have to rely on your body to make money.” She laughed maliciously.
“Yes… I… I… I don’t… no… it’s… it’s… it’s the Duke… the Duke… he…”
The poor girl was so frightened by the maid’s torrent of accusations that she couldn’t speak, and could only spit out words in bits and pieces.
“You’re trying to say that the Lord Duke forced you to be his mistress aren’t you.”
“Yes… yes, yes, yes!” Marianne nodded her head in a hurry, happy that the other person understood what she meant.
“Don’t dream of it!” I didn’t expect the other party to rebuke angrily, “Who do you think you are, Lord Duke is the greatest person here, would such a person force you? As long as he says so, even if he wants a thousand girls, he will have them, why would he force you?”
She put down the tray in her hand, waved her arm to strengthen her tone, then turned around and walked towards the door, while saying: “I don’t care about you, I’m going to be busy with the Duke’s wedding. Think about it,” she gripped her hand on the door handle, turned around, and said in a dreamy tone, “the Duke’s wedding, too, how many knights will come to congratulate the Duke, and even the King will send someone, as long as one of the Lords can look at me, I’ll be a lady, too.
Unlike you,” she threw a contemptuous glance, “a whore is still a whore wherever you go. Hmph!”
Dropping her taunting words, she slammed the door heavily, shutting the girl, who was already dumbfounded, inside.
“No, it won’t be like that,” the girl thought, more and more frightened, tears streaming from her eyes, “no, it won’t be like that! No–“
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With the anticipation of the crowd, and the fear of Marianne, the wedding was complete.
Gemma Kadran. Cadellan is from this day forward known as Gemma Coughlin. Coughlin, and as expected, a duchess.
After seeing off the guests who had come to congratulate her, the newly minted Duchess took the Duke’s arm and strolled around the castle.
“Darling, I can actually marry you, I really… I really feel like I’m dreaming.”
Mar said in a dreamy tone.
The Duke wrapped his arms around Gemma’s soft body and kissed her deeply on her small red mouth, the two heels of his tongue entwined together.
“Do you still feel like dreaming?” The Duke snickered.
Jima gasped violently, her high breasts trembled, showing a touching charming manner, she said in a delicate voice: “Good, just married and you bully people. I’m not coming.”
“How about you bully me instead?”
“Fine! But you have to close your eyes first.”
“Okay.”
The Duke put on a look of helplessness and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he only felt a pain on his lips and hurriedly opened his eyes, only to find Jima standing a few steps away from him with a wintry smile on her face, while his own lips seemed to have been bitten.
“Fine, how dare you bite me! See if I don’t catch you.”
Seduced by the beauty, the Duke seemed to have returned to the young lad he was twenty years ago, and stepped forward with teeth and claws to catch the beauty who had escaped in time.
“Can’t catch it! I can’t get it!”
Gemma was fleeing seemingly at random, but she was getting closer and closer to the attic where Marianne was imprisoned.
“Ah! It’s the dead end.”
Gemma stood outside the door of the attic, panting, “People don’t want to play, stop coming after them.”
“Then let’s go back.” The Duke embraced the woman who had revived his dead heart once more, gently slurping the tiny ear beads and saying seductively, “We can spend a long romantic night in bed tonight.”
“Huh–why is this door locked, and who’s locked inside?” Jimma asked in surprise as if she had just seen the locked door.
“Nothing, just a disobedient maid.” The Duke sounded a little impatient at being brought up something he didn’t want to be brought up.
“Then give me this maid, will you?” Gemma spoke as if nothing had happened.
“Uh…”
Although he didn’t want to see Marianne as she was, but after all, she was his own daughter and had a physical relationship with him, the Duke didn’t really want to treat Marianne as a servant.
“I don’t care, I want her! Aiya, you don’t love me~~ you don’t even let me choose a maid.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you in a couple of days when she’s released, that’s okay, now let’s go back.”
He didn’t want to see Marianne like that again anyway, so it shouldn’t be a big deal to give her to Gemma.
With that thought in mind the Duke agreed smoothly, and the two walked further and further away from each other.
And inside the door, a little girl had long since collapsed on the floor in tears, having tasted jealousy for the first time in her young and tender heart.
(to be continued)