Chapter 5 (H)

Margaret had the habit of getting up early to bathe. When Arthur came to serve her in the bedroom, she had already gone to the bathroom to take a bath.

Looking at the long tulle skirt thrown by the bed, Arthur's gaze wandered guiltily.

Last night, right here, he kissed His Highness's calves and slandered himself.

The spurted semen fell to the ground tickingly. Although it was cleaned up, if you look closely, you can still see the dry white turbidity on the cashmere hair.

But the clothes that His Highness took off were placed there. By the way, the man picked up the long skirt with the girl's body fragrance and should have put it in a basket for the maid to clean up, but he secretly took it to his room.

After doing this, Arthur seemed restless all day long.

It was during the autumn harvest that the tax money collected from level to level was transported to the royal capital. The nobles also left the territory with the convoy to participate in the annual autumn hunt.

Margaret began to deal with national affairs since she was fourteen years old and knew that this period would be the most lively and prone to accidents in the palace.

As the chief guard in charge of the security of the palace, Arthur's responsibility is extremely heavy.

But when she discussed the palace defenses before Akisu, she found that the man was distracted.

Arthur, the girl's cold voice woke the man up. He subconsciously raised his head and threw a bone porcelain teacup down with a bang. I wonder how to be the commander of the guard? Then get out of here!

Your Highness... Arthur was stammering. The panic and shame flashed across his face at that moment, which made the bystander Anthony feel unbearable. He immediately lowered his head and replied in a low voice and respectful manner, yes, he took his leave.

Why should your highness be so hurtful? Anthony was about to comfort him like this, and the girl sitting at the table added coldly: Let Allen come in.

Allen was the deputy captain of the guards. Upon hearing this, Ather shivered, and the gloomy look in his eyes became heavier, but he still retreated silently. After a moment, Allen pushed the door and entered.

I wonder what your Highness summons to humble him?Compared to Arthur who was always obedient in front of Margaret, Alan's posture seemed more comfortable.

The defense work of the palace is left to you. The girl said lightly, and she wiped out the power on Arthur in one sentence, and reported directly to Anthony, without passing Arthur.

Allen was obviously surprised: I asked with a humble question, did Captain Arthur make any mistake?

His abilities are probably not enough.

His Highness the Princess obviously didn't want to say more about this, so Allen had to retreat. After that, Anthony wanted to speak but stopped several times, and remained silent under the girl's cold gaze.

After Anthony stepped down and she was the only one left in the room, she was leaning on the back of the chair and let out a heavy breath.

He got angry at him again. Since childhood, whenever Margaret had something unpleasant, the channel for venting was to find an excuse to lose his temper at Arthur.

And Arthur always accepts it obediently, without justifying it, and without asking why.

Xianqi unconsciously held the quill on the table, trying to take back what he said, but his self-esteem as a princess made Margaret unable to do so.

I wasn't all unreasonable just now, the girl told herself this.

Arthur did something wrong when he was absent-minded at work, and it was when Margaret received a letter from her father urging her to decide on the marriage.

She is already seventeen years old, and her father has long wanted to abdicate and has always hoped that her daughter would get married as soon as possible and then inherit the throne.

Margaret was also constantly looking for various excuses to delay. She knew who she wanted to marry, but she also knew that she would never be able to marry Arthur.

In this era when the distinction between noble and low is very strict, it is impossible for a princess to marry a civilian, and it is even more impossible for her to marry Arthur, who was born into a slave.

The only way is to obtain military merits and find a way to persuade his father to award him a medal and make him a nobleman.

Even if it was just a little baron, they at least had hope of being together.

After confirming his feelings for Arthur, Margaret slowly planned.

First let him be his own guard, and then promoted to the commander of the guard.

Arthur has also worked very hard and never let down His Highness the princess’ expectations of him.

But his starting point was too low, and Margaret didn't have that much time to wait for him.

I don’t know how long I was stunned, but the door was gently knocked.

Arthur walked in with a strong fragrance of black tea and learned that he had been emptied by his deputy. He did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he gently placed the tea holder on the table as usual and said softly: Your Highness, please don’t be too tired.

For some reason, the anger that had subsided once again surged up.

She had known for a long time that her dog would never show any disobedience.

But even once, she wanted Arthur to express her thoughts, even if he wanted to resist her.

Kneel down.The girl said coldly.

Arthur kneeled down without hesitation. The more he was respectful, the more Margley wanted to humiliate him.

Crawl over, there is no expression under the arrogant princess's temple. You know what I need you to do, Arthur.

yes.Arthur's voice was a little hoarse, and he knelt at the girl's feet, lifted up the hem of the skirt, and stuck his head into the bottom of the skirt as usual.

The big tongue swept through the tender petals, and soon the sound of licking and sucking echoed in the room.

The man's verbal service was as gentle and delicate as ever, and his thick and hard short hair rubbed across the legs from time to time. The itchyness that passed by made the honey in the flower's heart flow faster.

So sweet, so fragrant... Arthur devoted himself to this lewd service. The humiliation that Margaret thought was actually the most addictive comfort to him.

His tongue reached into his vagina and stirred it. He wanted to lick every inch of the meat in the flower path and drink every drop of vaginal fluid in his wet vagina.

Just as he couldn't help but breathe out from his throat, Margaret suddenly asked: What were you thinking when you were in a daze just now?

What do you think?

He was thinking about the long skirt he had secretly taken back. The thin gauze once clasped against His Highness's body. He could smell his highness's fragrance after a deep sniff.

If... he covered his penis with that long skirt and slandered himself... he would immediately harden his lower body.

This is why he was distracted. When he was questioned, he could never answer to His Highness in this way.

No, he can't lie to His Highness, but he can't tell the truth.

The man under the skirt did not answer for a long time. Margaret was about to urge him, but when the waist heated up, he felt a pair of big hands covering her lower abdomen.

The more violent licking began. One hand was pressing down the crotch, holding down the girl's buttocks, and the other hand moved around her waist, and the slender fingers even reached into her belly button and started to pick them up.

Well, um...Ah... Margaret couldn't help but moan. Arthur had never played with other places without authorization while having sex with her. Could it be that he didn't want to answer that question?

She tried her best to keep thinking clearly, but soon she was robbed of her mind by the pleasure.

This body was already sensitive, and honey juice poured out wave after wave. After sucking the small flower beads with its tongue, the girl moaned for a long time, and poured all the vaginal essence into Arthur's mouth.

OK, she gasped and gave an order before Arthur stepped out from the bottom of the group. The man's crotch was still raised, and the light in his eyes flashed. Margaret suddenly said, taking off his pants.

Arthur suddenly raised his head: Your Highness...How can the body of a lowly person defile your eyes?

I asked you to take off your pants, and the girl's voice became cold. Do you want me to say it again?

Yes... His fingers were trembling, and Arthur still did not resist and unbuttoned his trousers one by one.

Among the exposed thick black pubic hair, a giant object that was swollen to the point of almost purple jumped out almost impatiently.

Arthur's head drooped lower, and His Highness was staring at his cock... His Highness was staring at his cock...

This was a scene that he had in his delusion. Arthur still remembers that after he had this spring dream, he woke up and the bed sheets were wet.

At this moment, delusions come true.

At that time, the shame that almost crushed him came again. A humble person like him, his dirty and lowly body...

But he soon found out, and what made him on the verge of crazy is still behind.

The girl kicked off the shoes on her feet, and her bright jade feet stretched out. Just as Arthur's incredible gaze, she landed on his congested and swollen glans, and rubbed gently.