Please Kill Me

Vol. 3 Chapter 3 - VICE VERSA, III

Everything changed after that day.

The day I removed the blindfold with my own hands in front of Lambert. Just before that, while he was putting Ines to sleep, I carefully sprinkled the crushed powder of Bellbedionna's poisonous herb into his teacup. That day, it took a long time for him to put Ines to sleep. I thought that once he finished putting the baby to sleep, exhausted from his arduous work, he would hastily drink the tea I had prepared a while ago, missing the timing to realize what it contained.

Just as I had expected, he acted exactly as I anticipated. Without a trace of hesitation, he emptied the contents of the teacup in one gulp. Then, he staggered as if in a daze. In front of him, I slowly removed the blindfold.

There was no surprise or astonishment in his eyes at the image that appeared before him. He seemed beyond it all, resigned, simply at peace. His expression, initially weary and drowsy as if being captivated or subdued by something, gradually lost even that hint. He collapsed. And he slept for a long time. I did not wake him.

After a considerable amount of time, almost a full day had passed when he finally opened his eyes on his own. He asked me to show him the way to Ines' room. From that moment on, he could only move if I directed him. Even following my instructions, he often bumped into walls or stumbled. However, without complaint, he swallowed his groans and somehow managed to stand up, fall down again, bump into things, all while groping with both hands and feeling his way towards Ines' room.

It was risky to take the baby out of the cradle and hold her when he could hardly see. I told him I couldn't allow it. He simply said he could still comfort Ines and change her diapers, and he wanted to do it. So I granted him permission.

He asked me to find a thick, long tree branch that he could use as a makeshift cane. I complied with that request as well. Due to the brightness of the morning light causing discomfort and straining his eyes, I tied a blindfold with a leather strap over them.

Even though he couldn't see, he gradually resumed the household chores he used to do alone, one by one. With familiar sensations and relentless effort, he became accustomed to the cane and continued navigating through various parts of the house, still occasionally bumping into things until he became more adept and confident over time.

During that time, Ines gradually weaned off breastfeeding, and my breasts no longer became so tight and swollen. Of course, there were times when Ines alone couldn't fully empty them while nursing, so I borrowed his mouth to help. At those moments, the center of his lower body would suddenly rise up. One day, after I finished breastfeeding, I felt a long-lost desire to sit on top of him. Without hesitation, I took off his pants and climbed on. However, as I hurriedly tried to insert it, it was stiff and painful, so I withdrew without moving much.

But once Ines was completely weaned from breastfeeding, one night, I suddenly longed for the nights when we passionately entangled with each other. The moon was bright. Since his eyes couldn't see anymore, I felt uneasy and had both Ines and him sleep together in the master bedroom. I briefly held Ines and placed her in the cradle in the adjacent room. Then I returned and, perhaps he was already awake from sleep, but I undressed Lambert's lower body, his eyes obscured by the folds of leather blindfolds, so I couldn't determine whether he was in a state of sleep or not.

His large and thick genitals were initially flaccid, but the sensation of me undressing him caused them to quickly regain its form. To accelerate the process, I put it in my mouth. What was once flaccid gradually grew thicker at a rapid pace. Clear fluid dripped from the tip. It pressed against my throat in no time. I took it off my mouth and immediately straddled him.

It was a slippery sensation as the fluids flowed down my inner walls. It filled me deeply, perfectly fitting into the depths of my body. I moved rhythmically, as if riding a horse. The sound of swaying breasts and the loud noise of fluids overflowing and clashing with his member filled the air.

"Lambert, squeeze my breasts. Both of them. Touch my nipples. Hurry!"

Driven by my urgency, Lambert reached out with both hands and tenderly fondled my breasts. As I moved up and down, when my legs began to tremble uncontrollably, I descended from on top of him.

"I'm lying down now. Come in straight. Since I've spread my legs, hold them apart from both sides and thrust deeply."

Lambert faithfully followed my instructions. Supporting each of my legs with one hand, Lambert spread them wide and penetrated me deeply. It had been a while since I had lain down to receive him. It was a different sensation from when I was on top, and it felt incredibly pleasurable. I had a strong premonition that if we went all the way, I might become pregnant with Ines' sibling.

"Don't release everything inside me. Hold on, Lambert! Thrust into me for a long, long time. But never ejaculate inside me."

As I continued to feel extreme excitement and climax, despite the intense pounding and ecstasy, I didn't want to get pregnant again. While Lambert struggled to hold back from climaxing for a long time, I could sense his rough and fast thrusts. I enjoyed it. And then, when he couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, I, too, was at the pinnacle of orgasm and couldn't command him to stop.

However, instead of releasing everything inside me, he held onto a thread of reason and withdrew, spilling his semen onto the bed. He was true to his word and didn't ejaculate recklessly without my consent.

After that night, I was plagued by the desire to be penetrated again. Since I felt like I had control over the situation, my mood improved significantly. Cutting off the breastfeeding also made my body feel lighter. So, whenever I wanted, I would make use of Lambert. His body was always ready like a well-trained horse. My faithful stallion, Lambert, would always gallop in the direction I desired. It was only then that I truly began to love him.