Transmigrated as Baron, Married with my Lovely Maid-Chapter 57 (Mature Content)

"Ahh...hmnn...Baron Atreus...your cock is so good...hmnnn..."

Cecile sucks my cock so intensely.

I grabbed her hair, then held her head close while her tongue continued to service my cock.

Oh, Cecile even used her own fingers to stimulate her own pussy, as if preparing herself to keep it warm and wet.

Fifteen minutes passed and my pre-cum leaked out.

Cecile immediately swallowed it along with her saliva.

This time, I asked her to stop because I needed to penetrate her.

"Cecile...it’s time. My cock needs to thrust..." I said softly.

Cecile removed her mouth from my cock and fell silent, still staring wistfully at me and my cock.

Her pussy was still wet and warm, even leaking a little love juice onto my legs.

"Yes...Baron...if you wish...please let me be on top..." Cecile said, holding my thighs, pleading with me.

"Heh...of course, Cecile..."

I immediately lay down quietly, letting Cecile slowly sit on my crotch.

She slowly lifted her own pussy, positioning herself so that her pussy hole could fit my cock.

And then-

"Ahhh...! S-so deep...!"

Cecile let out a loud moan as soon as the tip of my cock entered her pussy.

I gripped her sexy, large thighs, and she began to move her body like a jockey pulling on the saddle of her horse.

"Ohh...ahh...Baron...! I love you...! I love your cock...! Ahhnn...! Hahhnn...!"

"Heh...you’re such a slut, Cecile. Moaning so loudly in the middle of the forest, aren’t you worried the Assassins will hear you?" I quipped, my breath squeaking with pleasure.

"Hahh...! I don’t care...! I just want this moment...! Keep going...! Ohh....! Ahhhnn...!"

Cecile was truly a baddie with every movement.

She poured out all her complaints, regrets, guilt, and Assassin image, allowing me to see her true self from the depths of her heart.

And at that moment, I could feel the spiritual element within her growing rapidly and significantly, which lead to increasing the strength of Cecile’s muscles, nerves, and soul.

She developed like a caterpillar that had now metamorphosed into a butterfly after successfully shedding the Assassin image she had forced inside her.

Cecilia’s current strength was even greater than when I compared it to the Cecile who relied on the Ventura armor!

"Just a little more...! Ahhnnn...! Baron Atreus...! Let it all out...! Put it all in my womb...! I want your sperm inside my womb...!" Cecile moaned like a bad bitch, which I knew she only wanted to show off for me.

"Hah...! Good...! I’m letting it out now, Cecile...!"

"Ahhh...!"

SQUIRT!

SQUIRT!

SPLASH!

SPLASH!

I saw Cecile look up at the sky with her mouth wide open, her eyes bulging, and her tongue sticking out.

Her body trembled as my sperm flooded her womb, so much that the rest of it leaked back out of her pussy.

My crotch felt warm as the abundant love juice from her pussy spilled out.

A few minutes passed, and Cecile pulled her pussy off my cock and collapsed onto me.

Her breathing was still ragged, and her eyes were half-closed.

Her body was still trembling, as if she had been struck by a shock, the after-effects of this climax still lingering in her.

"I...love...you...Baron...Atreus...I...will...not...lose...on that....duel..."

Cecile whispered to me in a delirious whisper.

But I was sure she wasn’t just delirious.

I saw the spiritual element flowing from her pussy had now spread to every part of her body, meaning her spiritual element development was complete.

Well, it seemed Cecile wouldn’t need her venture armor for tomorrow’s duel.

Cecile hugged me, then closed her eyes, falling asleep.

I pulled the thin blanket I had to cover our still-naked bodies.

Under the starry night sky and on the grass floor with a simple cloth, we both fell asleep, ready for the morning that would determine Cecile’s fate as leader of the Vermillion Assassins.

*

The next morning, in the fortress in the middle of the Aaren mountain forest, the Assassins’ headquarters, Cecile stood tall, wearing a long black assassin’s coat and twin swords sheathed at her waist.

Behind her stood around a hundred assassins still loyal to her, and they weren’t wearing the Venture Armor like their leader.

I heard from Cecile that she had instructed her loyalists to remove the Venture Armor because she was worried the Curse of King Bahamut would take over their minds.

Despite the immense power the Venture Armor offered, the loyalists chose to obey Cecile’s decision, and I was happy to hear that.

I watched from a distance with Alex, who no longer questioned Cecile’s position because she had decided to remove the Venture Armor to further study it and use it for the benefit of the Assassins and Vermillion.

"Baron Atreus... I sense something has changed about Cecile," Alex said, breaking my reverie.

"Oh, what is that change?" I asked curiously.

"...it seems Cecile is much more...calm. It’s different when she’s wearing the Venture Armor back on the day."

"Yes, I’m sure her strength as an assassin isn’t entirely based on the Venture Armor, but on her inner self."

"But...are you sure she can win this duel with her inner strength alone?"

Before I could answer Alex’s doubts, the sound of armored soldiers’ footsteps came from the west.

The traitorous assassins, clad in Venture Armor, approached with firm, unified steps.

The aura of the Curse of King Bahamut’s power filled the air as they drew closer to Cecile’s group.

Javer, a tall man who was the leader of the group of traitors, walked at the forefront, gripping his sharp sword.

He smiled maniacally as he saw Cecile, and Cecile’s loyalists, who weren’t wearing Venture Armor.

"Hah...! Look at those weak Assassins who can’t control the power of the Ventura Armor! You don’t deserve to be Assassins with such weak will and determination! I am the one who deserves to be the leader of your ranks! Not just Cecile, but Vermillion and King Victor Dragomir too, I will defeat them with this new power!" Javer exclaimed arrogantly.

Cecilia appeared calm, saying nothing.

Her sharp gaze was fixed on Javer, who was getting closer until they were about 15 meters apart.

"The rules are simple, Cecile! Whoever dies loses! If you cheat, my troops will attack you immediately! Do you understand?!" Javer shouted, pointing his longsword.

Cecilia nodded, her expression still calm and cool, like water that shows no ripples.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Everyone fell silent, and the only sound could be heard was the wind blowing through the crowd.

Cecilia stood at attention, her hand tightly gripping the hilt of the twin swords at her waist.

In mere seconds, Javer was the first to move.

And-

STAB!

Javer managed to stab Cecile in the stomach, even before she could react.

Alex was immediately stunned by the sight of Cecile frozen, blood slowly gushing from her mouth.

Even his loyalists panicked, seeing Cecile hit by Javer’s lightning-fast attack.

"HAHAHAH! IDIOT! YOU LOSE, CECILE!"