Succubus Mona's Fleshly Reforging: Anal Perfection and Milk Baptism (4)
Emilia slumped in exhaustion after countless climaxes from the repeated spankings on her ass, her body going limp as if drained of all life. Milk still flowed endlessly from her massive tits, squeezed out without mercy. From her pussy, love juices poured in thick strands from the orgasms, dripping plop plop plop onto the floor.
The stone chamber's walls and floor had blended seamlessly with Mona's tentacle familiar, mimicking the surroundings. Every drop of Emilia's nectar Emilia spilled became a delicious feast for the creature. A minion fattened on the hero's bitch-juice—truly blessed beyond measure.
"Now for today's final modification. Just a little more effort~."
Mona gave Emilia's ass another sharp smack, making her jolt and writhe her hips and waist. The last procedure—Mona's anal refinement.
Emilia's asshole already bore multiple overlapping incantations etched by Mona. Beyond it, lust worms devoured every bit of waste and filth from her rectum, converting it into formless yin energy, leaving no room for buildup. Her rear entrance stood perpetually ready as a cock-hole.
Yet Mona deemed it insufficient. Today, she would pour her power into perfecting that hole and its depths into something flawless.
"Alright then~ First, let's replenish some mana~."
Mona hummed cheerfully as she picked up one of the many bottles of Emilia's milk from the tray. The glass vessel brimmed with creamy white liquid, infused with Emilia's mana just as richly.
She swapped the cork for a lid with a slender tube, then shuuuup thrust the tube's tip into Emilia's anus.
"Nnghyyiiiiiii♥♥♥"
Emilia's groggy, limp body sprang upright in an instant. The cold, thin foreign intruder piercing her waste passage sent chills racing down her spine—impossible to endure.
Undeterred, Mona shoved the tube deeper, then smacked Emilia's ass again, commanding her to lift her hips higher. Obediently, Emilia raised her ass to angle the hole upward. Mona tilted the hefty bottle upside down like pouring from a jug.
Glug glug glug—the milk squeezed from Emilia's own tits flowed through her anus into her rectum…
"Ah, auuuuugh, uo, uhooooo♥♥"
Vulgar moans spilled from Emilia's lips. No wonder. This enchanted bottle preserved its contents' original state perfectly. The milk, fresh from her tits and still warm with body heat, now flooded her guts in massive volume—pouring inward through the very passage meant to expel outward.
"Hehe, it'll feed the lust worms inside her belly…"
But that wasn't the goal. The true aim: infusing mana into the yin-pattern-like incantations deep in her anal depths.
Those anal yin patterns had been designed to grow on Emilia's own mana, amplifying their effects. But her lingering aversion to anal sex slowed their progress.
Hence, using her freshly milked essence—brimming with her power—to force rapid growth. To forge her anus and rectum into peerless instruments of pleasure.
To accelerate it in a single day.
Doing this on the day the spells were etched might have overwhelmed even Emilia. But days had passed; her body had adapted. It would be fine. Emilia could handle it.
Glug glug glug glug gluuuuurp… The bottle's contents poured steadily into her, relentlessly filling her depths.
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Afterward, Mona added further refinements to Emilia's anus and rectum. She even tweaked her mind with brainwashing magic—easing resistance to anal, awakening joy in it. For the finale, she taught whore-like techniques to please a partner while getting ass-fucked.
Only then was Emilia released. Freed from the tentacles' grip and the hands milking her tits, she collapsed face-down onto the floor with a thud.
Her stamina utterly spent. Repeated milking, endless orgasms, and the modifications had sucked her vitality dry to the core.
No milk leaked back from her ass despite the massive infusion. The poured milk fueled the anal yin patterns with mana. The excess became fodder for the embedded lust worms, all devoured.
Sated on premium fare, the worms now exuded thick yin energy from her bowels, igniting fresh waves of arousal.
"Mmm~ Time's up already~? Time with Ria flies by sooo fast, it's too much fun~."
Mona murmured regretfully, gazing down at Emilia sprawled obscenely on the floor.
Emilia panted haah haah, yet her hands twitched toward her breasts and crotch. The worms' yin and the newly empowered anal spells made stillness impossible.
"Nngh, no! Emilia, stop!"
"……."
Her hands froze mid-reach for self-relief. Forbidden to masturbate, she glared up at Mona with resentful eyes.
I need to touch myself right now, soothe this body somehow… It's unbearable… Why won't she let me… Why, why, whyyy…
"Why? 'Cause tormenting Ria is just too enjoyable."
"……!"
"So, do you wanna masturbate?"
Mona checked the clock again, then peered down. Emilia trembled, half-rising, nodding frantically. The heat of arousal blooming inside had robbed her of sanity.
"Heeey, Ria. But you can't without my command, right?"
"Ugh……."
Emilia tried again. But as she reached for her crotch or ass, her arms refused to obey. Fingers brushed near, yet never touched. Desperate, she eyed nearby objects—but nothing could reach her aching spots.
Just as Mona said. Without permission, Emilia couldn't even pleasure herself…
"Mo, Mona…! Please… Let me masturbate… Ah, like before… Milk my tits… Spank my ass…."
Emilia crawled to Mona, clinging and begging. But Mona just smirked silently, her red eyes appraising like merchandise.
Emilia felt she'd go mad. The arousal and desire swelling like malaria consumed her body in flames. The masochistic craving unnoticed amid earlier teasing—to be tormented more—now scorched her soul, defiling it utterly.
"Mona, Monaaaa! Please, pleeease…!"
"Hng~♪ Hmm♪ What to do~…."
This carnal blaze mirrored last night's. When she'd lost control, corner-masturbating in the midnight hall, then begging Melrn Count directly. Human will crumbled before this bestial lust overwhelming her.
"Ah, au, Mona, Mona… Please… I beg you… Torment me more… Here, spank this ass… You know I love it…."
Emilia cast aside all pride, thrusting her ass at Mona, wiggling it in seductive circles. More vulgar, more depraved, pleading desperately.
But Mona's response remained lukewarm.
"Hmm… Y'know, Ria. If you grovel at my feet and beg properly, I might consider it…."
At Mona's words, frantic Emilia dropped to her knees, prostrating deeply. Naked, forehead to floor, her heavy breasts squishing against the cold stone—nipples dragging pleasurably, yet no relief possible.
"Mona, Mona, Lady Mona… Please… Torment me… I can't take it… Pleeease…."
Driven by instinct, she wagged her ass enticingly, fawning desperately at her near-enemy. Mona tried a bored face but burst into giggles, planting her foot on the groveling Ria's head.
Grinding it down, mocking her.
—Ahh, such fun.
—Ahh, such a thrill.
The hero's pathetic sight ignited Mona's sadism beyond control.