Free Web NovelChapter 110: Dirty Talk turns her On
"Haha, well, Erin is still my fiancee," I reveal.
Max’s eyes widen under his eyeglasses, but he doesn’t say anything, as if understanding the situation.
"I see..." he mutters, adjusting his eyeglasses.
"How did you know I was having a wedding?" I ask curiously.
"Well, Lasawani told me about it, but she was afraid you would punish her. I convinced her, and we tracked you down here since you told her the town you were in, in Ethoestan," Max reveals.
My jaw nearly drops when I hear this. I glance toward Lasawani, who avoids my gaze, her face still flushed as she stares at the floor.
"I am sorry~" she mutters softly.
"Bro, don’t get the wrong idea. I—"
"Save yourself the explanation. I understand everything. I’ve known Lasawani for a while and have never seen her like this. She doesn’t even shoot anymore or play with men. She is now completely devoted to you. She’s just nervous that you didn’t approve of her coming," Max says, placing a hand on my shoulder.
This makes me feel even more embarrassed, especially with old man Zane pretending he hears nothing while the old geezer’s ears are clearly perked up. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
"I will excuse you since your friends are here, but you should be out within twenty minutes so you can meet the rest of the family before the priest arrives," old man Zane says, leaving the room with his hands behind his back.
"I will also excuse you guys for two minutes to smooth things out," Max says, walking out and leaving only me, Lasawani, and Pico in the room.
I walk over to Lasawani, wrap my hands around her waist, yank her close, and slap her ass before giving it a hard squeeze, making her let out a soft yelp.
Still, she doesn’t look at my face.
"Look at my face," I order, and she does, locking eyes with me as her face turns a deeper shade of pink.
"I am sorry, master~"
"You don’t need to be sorry. If you wanted to come, you could have just asked me or pestered me about it," I say with a sigh, and her eyes widen.
"Really?!" she asks, her eyes lighting up.
"Sure. You can ask me anything since I’m your master. I own you, so it’s natural that I listen to your requests. You don’t just conclude or make decisions without asking me," I say in a slightly stern voice.
"I know I was wrong. You can punish me, master."
"Unfortunately, today is my wedding, so I’ll let that slide. Besides, I like this choker you’re wearing. It looks really nice on you. I want to see you wear one from now on, okay?" I say, smacking her ass at the same time.
"Nngh—yes, master. Anything that makes you happy."
"Master! Who is this woman? Is she the bad woman Erin usually talks about?" Pico suddenly fumes, stepping between me and Lasawani.
Lasawani seems surprised, and a smirk tugs at her lips. "Are you one of my master’s pets?" she says.
I suddenly grab her neck, choke her, and apply enough force to make her eyes turn red.
"Know your place. Don’t you dare call her a pet again. She’ll be one of my wives soon. While you are just my bitch—nothing more than my cum dumpster and walking ATM," I say in a stern voice.
"I...I understand, master! Iyaaaaaan!" Lasawani suddenly yelps. Her face burns bright tomato red as her body convulses, crashing to the ground while she experiences several rounds of orgasms, cum soaking through her panties onto the floor.
I intentionally put her in her place because I knew she would love it. Calling her my cum dumpster and walking ATM hit her like a huge payload, triggering multiple orgasms from the perverted girl.
Pico, on the other hand, looks so shocked she can’t close her mouth for a moment. She catches herself, then bends forward slightly, staring at Lasawani like a pathetic loser.
"What a freak. She made a mess on the floor, master," Pico says, showing me the puddles beneath Lasawani. freewebnσvel.cѳm
A smirk forms on my face. "When she’s done, she’ll lick it clean with her mouth."
My words trigger another payload of orgasms crashing through Lasawani.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
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After Lasawani cleans up her mess, Pico gives her a spare panty. Lasawani’s face stays red the entire time. We leave the room and meet up with Max, who’s standing against the wall just a few meters from the door.
His eyes light up when he sees us, and we head outside together. Reaching the living room, I’m dumbstruck. There are a lot of people there now—none of whom I know except the ones I already met.
Old man Zane comes forward and takes my hand. "Come meet the family members, kid," he says with clear excitement while I greet them one by one.
They all brought gifts and placed them in a corner of the living room while exchanging pleasantries. All of them seem extravagantly rich, a pale comparison to my father-in-law Theodore, the former general who should be richer than these folks combined.
This leaves me wondering how he lost everything. He shouldn’t have lost all his fortune to his sickness—there’s some foul play I can’t wrap my head around. The only person who can tell me is old man Zane, but today isn’t the day to ask.
After a while, the priest arrives and we head outside. Chairs and decorations are already set up in the courtyard, surprising me with how quickly it was done. At that moment, Aleena also comes out, escorted by her mom and the female family members, holding beautiful flowers in her hands.
She looks stunning. Seeing her like this brings a smile to my face. The day I finally put a ring on her finger is here. I glance over the crowd and spot Lasawani sitting in the back with a strange expression, as if lost in thought. In the end, she’s still human—something must be bugging her. I’ll ask later.
Max, on the other hand, is grinning from ear to ear as he photographs and videos us with his camera.
She walks toward me on the podium where I stand with the elven priest. Once she’s in front of me, she hands me the flowers. The moment my hands touch them, they scatter into a cloud of dust, and everyone claps and cheers.
Is this some kind of elf culture?
Afterward, the priest begins guiding our vows.
