Declaring Defeat in Front of My Best Friend (3)
I want to kill him. Kill him. Kill Melrn Count. That man. The one who insulted my friend, me, and above all, my mother. I'll definitely kill him. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die――
"Don't make such a scary face, Chri~is~." With a playful smack, Mona grabs Chris's collar and yanks her body upright. Then, as Chris kneels slumped on the floor, the tip of Mona's succubus tail plunges deep into her mouth.
Mmph…?! Something…!
Gulp… gulp… gulp… gulp…
From the tail's tip pours an unknown sweet liquid. Chris has no choice but to swallow it all, her slender throat working desperately as she gulps down the massive influx. She feels the heavy weight settling in her stomach, and the heat radiating from there, spreading slowly through her body. Her face flushes crimson.
The special bodily fluid produced directly by a succubus's body carries an aphrodisiac effect no human technology could replicate. Having swallowed a full load of it, Chris is done for. Soon, her reason will fly out the window, leaving her a beast overflowing with nothing but sexual desire.
Mona gazes down at her with eager anticipation, wiggling her fingers and flashing a wicked grin.
* * *
And then.
Watching Chris—fallen into the same plight as her, on the verge of being toyed with by Mona—Emilia feels a crushing sorrow matched only by an equal surge of masochistic ecstasy.
Her innate masochistic talent thrives on her own misery, granting a unique pleasure beyond compare the more pathetic she feels. The fact that her best friend has ended up like this because of her, and that she's exposing such a shameful sight right in front of that precious friend—it all amplifies her twisted bliss.
"Well then, my love, shall we continue?"
"Ah, ah… please stop… please stop, Melrn Count… not in front of Chris…!"
"Weren't you just begging for my cock like a whore a moment ago?"
Melrn Count whispers teasingly into the ear of the Emilia cradled in his arms. Overwhelmed by shame, she bows her head, unable to respond, merely fidgeting helplessly.
It's mortifying to be seen like this by Chris. Yet the heat rising from her womb and pussy burns even hotter, driving her mad. The reason that had flickered back with the shock of her friend's capture is swiftly drowned once more in waves of lust and carnal hunger…
To the pitiful Emilia, flickering like a candle in the wind, Melrn Count whispers again.
"Emilia, Emilia."
"How are you feeling right now?"
"Doesn't your pussy itch? Doesn't your belly feel all tight and needy?"
"Don't you want my――cock, Emilia?"
Ahh, so unfair. So unfair, unfair, unfair! To say such things to her in this state. To ask her that when she's burning in such scorching flames of lust. His crude intent is so obvious, his thoughts so predictable—it's infuriatingly unfair.
She wants to despise him. Curse him out. Grab her sword and sever his neck right now.
But.
Even so.
"…I want it."
"Hm? What was that?"
"I… I want it, Melrn Count…."
Melrn Count demands she specify what she wants. Though embarrassed, Emilia shakes off her hesitation and declares it clearly once more.
"I want to be fucked by your cock."
"I want your cock to pierce this slutty pussy of mine."
"Melrn Count, Melrn Count, Melrn Coooount…."
"I want… your cock, Melrn Count…."
At Emilia's words, Chris—still slumped on the floor, enduring her rising heat—pales with despair.
Her dear friend, always so proud, like a beacon of hope. Humanity's savior, the hero Emilia. Tears well in Chris's eyes at this abject surrender, this plea drenched in lust.
And seeing Chris like that, Emilia spirals into even greater anguish, chased by an even fiercer masochistic high, lost in the throes.
――Ahh, I never wanted to see my best friend's face like that. But at the same time, she craves to plunge that face deeper into disappointment and despair. What if Chris saw her get raped by Melrn Count? Would she wear an even more heartbroken expression? And seeing that, what would she feel? What pleasure would consume her? Just imagining it makes Emilia's core quiver uncontrollably――
"Good girl, Emilia. If you want it that badly, then I'll allow it."
"How could I refuse my love's request?"
Melrn Count says this as he licks her nape and nips her earlobe. His hands viciously pinch and twist her swollen nipples.
"Kyaa…♡"
Emilia's face melts into one of utter dissolution, a lewd sigh escaping her lips. From her modified breasts and nipples, milk spurts out with a psshhh.
The arm embracing her loosens, and the binding magic of the words releases in an instant. Now free, Emilia slides down from where she'd been straddling Melrn Count's lap.
She positions her ass between his legs, carefully aligning her slit with his erect cock. Making sure that thick, dark-red glans presses right against her pussy lips. Ensuring it slips smoothly into her slutty folds.
Melrn Count releases his hands, admiring her diligent efforts. Watching her slick, juice-dripping labia tentatively brush against him. Her plump ass wiggling flirtatiously. He savors the view from this exclusive seat, one he has no intention of sharing.
"Nngh, ah… hah… hah…."
Just a little more, just a bit…!
Finding his cock by sensation alone, hidden beneath her ass, isn't easy. Still, she reaches back to grip and steady it, maneuvering until her entrance lines up perfectly.
And then, then, then.
Emilia lowers her hips at a slant, slowly engulfing Melrn Count's cock in her lewd lower mouth.
"Nngh, kiiihhh♥ Ah, oh, aaaahhh…♥"
The cock she'd craved so desperately, her soul burning for it—it plunges into her slick, scorching pussy. The heavy shaft's presence, bulldozing through her undulating walls, fills her with ecstatic shudders of joy.
Ahh, finally. Ahh, this is it.
With a wet squelch, the thick meat rod burrows into her pussy. Her walls cling greedily, spasming in delight as they welcome it inside.
"Guh, ah, aaaaaaah♥♥"
As it drives deep, pressing heavily against her womb, Emilia cries out in rapture. The yin pattern etched on her lower belly glows with unholy light, humming intensely.
Amplified several times over by succubus sorcery, the sex surges with pleasure. The violent pressure of his cock battering her womb—Emilia can only wail lewdly from the insertion alone.
"Emilia, move. Show your friend just how slutty you are."
"Ah, aaah… y-yes… yes, I will… I’ll… kuhh…♥ do it…♥"
Emilia nods, beginning to rock her hips. Hands braced on Melrn Count's outstretched knees, she slowly raises and lowers her waist at an angle, swallowing and releasing his cock with wet schlurps.
Schlurp, schlurp, schlurp, schlurp, schlurp, splurch, splurch, splurch, splurch, splurch. Nngh, guh, nnghaah! … Aaang, ah… kyaaah…!
Melrn Count watches delightedly as her massive ass bobs before him, devouring his cock. Occasionally, he smacks her lewd cheeks sideways with a meaty slap, barking orders to ride straighter or serve properly.
But Emilia just accepts it gleefully, putting extra effort into her hip movements.
"Ch… ris…."
The aphrodisiac's effects intensify, blurring Chris's vision as she watches Emilia. Her expression twists in deeper sorrow—yet with her tongue lolling and face flushed, it looks almost like jealous lust.
Mona squats beside her, stroking Chris's cheek while they both watch Emilia's depravity. Her ass rising and falling, gnawing at her enemy's cock with pussy and cheeks. Spewing frothy juices from their junction with every thrust, reveling like the slutty sow she is.
Meanwhile, Mona's idle hand sneaks down Chris's body, slipping naturally toward the precious place now fully exposed as her clothes are stripped away….