The Lewd Heroine's Indecent Routine (4)
Emilia's legs traced beautiful lines, their exquisite allure more than enough to stir any man's desires. Right now, those legs were relentlessly coiling around Melrn Count's head buried in her crotch, pulling him in tighter with every squeeze.
"Ah, ah, mm… uht♥…!"
Slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp
Melrn Count slurped greedily at Emilia's sopping wet pussy, his mouth working it over with vulgar abandon. Having been caught off guard by her conversation about her friend Mine Hwangnyeo, Emilia couldn't refuse him outright. Instead, she submitted of her own accord, yielding to the moment.
His tongue lapped at her scorching heat. His lips sucked voraciously at her blazing folds. Shivers raced up her spine with every touch, and something deep in her mind seemed to burst, leaving her helpless against the sensation.
'Ah… ugh… I really can't… hold back…!'
'This is… nothing like… masturbating…!!'
Beyond the hypersensitivity from Mona's spell, there was something else—something amplified because it was another person, a man, doing this to her.
Emilia moaned against the unstoppable pleasure. Her eyes fluttered shut against the intoxicating bliss, as if she wanted to sink even deeper into it, to feel it more vividly.
"Mm… mm, mm, uuuungh♥!!"
"Kuhhuuuungh♥♥ Ahhuuuugh♥♥ Hwaaaangh♥♥♥!!"
In the end, Emilia succumbed. Her body jerked violently as she climaxed into Melrn Count's insatiable mouth, still latched onto her hypersensitive pussy. Hot love juices gushed from her depths in a torrent….
"Haa… haa… haa…!"
"If you're… gonna do it… just put it in already… you annoying bastard…!"
Still in that dining room. Moments ago, she'd been toyed with as he devoured her pussy, but now Emilia had turned around, draping herself over the plush, oversized chair. She gripped the backrest, mashing her massive breasts against it as she thrust her ass out invitingly.
Above her black stockings, her snow-white ass cheeks gleamed in stark contrast, fully exposed. The pretty pink pucker of her anus winked clearly into Melrn Count's view. From the lewd slit between her thighs, a mix of his saliva and her juices trickled down steadily.
Her prepared, mouthwatering pussy seemed to beg for penetration, but instead of thrusting in, Melrn Count teased her by rubbing his dark purple glans back and forth along the slit.
'…This jerk… playing dirty….'
'So sleazy… really….'
Rub rub rub rub squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze
The hot, thick sensation of his glans gliding over her sensitive, dripping folds. Each pass ignited a burning desire in Emilia's core, a desperate wish to be filled right then and there.
The lust planted by Mona's spell churned within her, growing sharper and more insistent with every teasing stroke from Melrn Count.
I can't stay like this. If I do, I'll end up putting on that same pathetic show as yesterday….
In her growing impatience, Emilia grumbled and demanded he hurry up several times, but Melrn Count just continued tormenting her at his own leisurely pace.
"Emilia, you won't get what you want unless I am satisfied first, right?"
"……Urk…!"
"Think about how to sweet-talk me properly, my love."
His words stung with truth, even if they pissed her off. Right now, he held all the power. Snapping at him would only backfire—if he claimed dissatisfaction, everything would be for nothing.
As if scolding her, Melrn Count swung his cock like a club, smack smack against her slit. The vibrations and impacts alone made Emilia yelp and shudder.
Humiliation, frustration, regret—all of it flushed her face red. She flicked the bunny ears on her head, closing her eyes in anguish, grinding her teeth.
Finally, she made up her mind and glanced back at him.
"……Please… put it in."
"Hm? Uuunh? But I wanna play more? This pussy is just too fun to tease—"
"P-please…!"
Emilia cut him off with a desperate plea. She wiggled her offered ass seductively, swaying it in circles to entice him, putting on her most feminine display. Lewdly, sluttily. To draw his gaze, stoke his lust. To swear submission, make him feel superior.
"I beg you…."
"In my… lewd… hero's pussy… your filthy slave's pussy…."
"Shove that… thick cock… inside… pierce me…."
"I… can't take it anymore…."
"Please… hurry…."
Her voice trembled with shame, humiliation, and barely suppressed rage, yet it carried an undeniable undercurrent of helpless ecstasy and sweet craving.
Though she'd only done it to avoid further disgrace, her true feelings had slipped through. Melrn Count, ever perceptive, caught it instantly. Delighted, his cock throbbed harder.
He adored Emilia too much to resist her coquettish pleas, even if they were half-faked.
"Can't be helped, my love."
"I'll give you what you want right now… relax… that's it, just like that…."
He stroked and kneaded her ass, aligning his cockhead perfectly with her entrance. Her sopping hole welcomed it, and in the next moment—
—it slid in slowly, languidly….
Squiiiish… squuuish… squiiiish…!
"Ugh… u… oh!…."
Squuuish… squiiiish…!! Squelch…! Thud…!
"Uuuuwaaaaaah~~~~♥♥♥!!"
Gradually, leisurely. His shaft parted her twisting, gripping walls, delving deep into her core. Squelch squelch, squelch squelch.
Pushing through the slick, clenching flesh, it reached her innermost depths, pressing familiarly against her cervix. The fat glans ground against it, swelling her pleasure to bursting.
"Uuuuwaaah… huaaah…♥♥♥"
Just the insertion. Just the deep penetration. Just the glans rubbing her womb's entrance.
That alone had Emilia drowning in a raging torrent of ecstasy she could barely withstand.
"Then I'll start moving, my love."
"……Do whatever… you want… haaah♥…."
Was she hiding how thoroughly the deep thrust had broken her? Forgetting she needed to play nice, she spat curtly—only for Melrn Count to grin and begin rocking his hips lazily.
Squish squish, squish squish…
His cock rubbed and pistoned through her walls, slowly stirring and probing her depths….
Ugh… hnggh… mm… uht, hng, ungh….
The gentle, tender insertions continued at a relaxed pace, as if savoring every inch of her chewy pussy. His cock withdrew halfway, then plunged back to kiss her womb.
Each thrust drew melting sighs from Emilia, her mind fogging over. Lost in the bliss, rationality dissolving, she began moving her hips on her own—wiggling enticingly, gazing back with needy eyes—seducing him unconsciously.
Was it the succubus curse, or her innate nature? Unclear. But one thing was certain: she was crumbling under the flames licking her from toe to head, the shocks that scorched her fiercely at times. She writhed helplessly.
The dissatisfied frown from moments ago was gone. Now, she wore only the face of a lewd bitch, accepting his pillar.
Devouring it with her slutty, sensitive pussy.
"Feels so good, my love."
"……Mmm♥… haaah♥…."
As Emilia coquettishly shook her ass and clenched around him, Melrn Count's hand glided over her lovely cheeks to her anus.
The untouched, vividly pink hole—remodeled by Mona into a perfect pleasure spot. He pressed his thumb against it, probing teasingly.
"Ngh, eek, hwaang…♥"
A chilling jolt made her hair stand on end, drawing a pathetic moan from her lips.