Succubus Mona's Torment: The Guild Master's True Heart
"Ugh... grroooaaahh...!!"
Byuuuurt...! Pyut... pyut... pyut...!
The ecstatic sensation of his cock being sucked in, utterly unlike any human woman's—a succubus's uniquely skilled mouth-pussy fellatio—proved too much for Terry, the guild master bound tightly to the chair. He couldn't hold back and came again. This made six times already.
The semen he blasted into Mona's mouth was still thick with potent vitality, his balls swollen and full without a hint of depletion. Thanks to the aphrodisiac spell she'd cast at the start, his body was forcibly producing the fresh, healthy seed she craved. In exchange, his lifespan was ticking away in real time.
Terry could instinctively sense it himself, but to Mona, the life of one or two humans was hardly worth a second thought.
"Mmm~~~ chuuuuurp... chuuuuurp~~♥!"
"Ughk...!! Aagghaaah...!!"
In a pose befitting a demon, Mona clamped down on Terry's cock with her mouth, sucking voraciously as if determined to draw out even the last drops lingering in his urethra. Overwhelmed by the enveloping suction and, above all, the lewd yin energy radiating from her onto his shaft, Terry groaned once more.
"...Hehe... How's it feel...? Does it feel good...?"
"Haa... haa... haa... haa... Enough... please stop... ugh... I'll do whatever you want... just stop... please...!"
Bound firmly to the chair with thick ropes, Terry could only gasp raggedly for breath as he begged. He'd do anything. Whatever they demanded, just spare his life.
Mona tilted her head cutely, chin resting on her hand at his plea.
"All right~ But could you tell meee~ about the Hero in this guild~?"
"...Yeah! I'll tell you everything! What do you wanna know? Her age? Gender? Name? Ask anything! I'll answer! ...I'll answer it all...!"
"Huuuuh~!"
It was the perfect picture of a pathetic scum, but Mona narrowed her eyes, somehow unsatisfied. Her vertically slit pupils gazed up at him, piercing straight through to his soul.
"...All right then, could you lure that Hero into a trap for meee~? What kind of poison should we use~?"
"I'll do it! I'll feed her as much as you want! I'll grab that bitch by the hair and force it down her throat...! So please... spare me... I don't wanna die...!"
Terrified even of his own cock, which stood rigidly erect against his will, Terry cried out desperately. Even though he'd retired, he was still an adventurer at heart. And adventurers always put their own survival first—above comrades, above anything. He'd long held that belief deep down.
He felt no hesitation whatsoever in selling out that unlucky woman.
So... this was the perfect look for Terry, the bottom-feeding scum of society. Anyone from the guild who saw him begging for his life by betraying an acquaintance would just nod and think, 'Yeah, that's Terry all right.'
But.
But... the succubus Mona didn't seem convinced at all.
"......"
She flicked her finger once, and beside the rope-bound Terry on the chair, Mattis—who'd been standing silently motionless—swung the club in his hand mercilessly at Terry's cheek.
Crack!
"......!!"
Not even a proper scream escaped. The full-force blow snapped Terry's head to the side, his consciousness fading in an instant.
"Guhk... ugh... krrgh...!"
His vision flashed white. His head spun dizzily. Everything shook wildly, nausea churning so fiercely he thought he'd vomit.
And then the succubus Mona seized his forelock, yanking his head up roughly. Terry's gaze was forced upward.
"That muuust~ huuurt~ But liars need to be punished~"
"Your head's noooot even that great~ If you keep rolling it around like thiiis, it'll be useless~"
"Succubi can eaaasily~ reaaad men's heaaarts~!"
Gasp... gasp... haa... haa... haa...
Guild Master Terry faltered briefly at Mona's words.
But in the end, he resigned himself, clamping his mouth shut.
His head and face throbbed. Even in this state, his cock remained rock-hard and pulsing, a torment all its own.
At this point, he didn't expect to survive. In a world ruled by the law of the jungle—where the weak get devoured—he'd already given up the moment his life was in others' hands.
Still... if he was going to die, he at least wanted to uphold one last shred of loyalty.
...Fuck... someone like me... yeah, of course...
Screw this shit... this mess is all that bitch's fault anyway...
"......Heheheh~ Youuuu... that's it, huh~? So thaaat's how it is~~~."
As Terry silently cursed Emilia in his mind, awaiting whatever punishment came next, Succubus Mona began to smirk slyly, as if she'd caught on to something.
"Youuuu... you like that Herooo~~~? Kyahahaha! That's hilarious~!"
"......"
"Ahahaha! So funny! Hilariooous~~~! A loser like youuu~ crushing on the Herooo~? Ahahat, yeah right~ The Hero must have sooo many siiins~! Ever gotten to fuck her~? Did she ever spread her legs for yooou~?"
"......Fuck off with that bullshit, you demon bitch."
"Huh~?"
Terry let out a sigh.
Like her? Love? That syrupy-sweet nonsense didn't suit a rough adventurer like him.
"Like that bitch? Bullshit. ...That woman's fucking cool, fucking gorgeous, fucking strong, and she's the goddamn Hero."
——As a kid, Terry had loved hero stories.
How the first hero, Arthur Edenberts, defeated the demon hordes and felled the Demon King, bringing peace and light to the land. And decades ago, his descendant Edgar Edenberts shattered the Demon King's egg, carrying on that peace.
From the heroes themselves to their companions and even minor helpers—young Terry had listened to every tale with sparkling eyes, utterly enthralled.
They were his idols.
His dreams.
And idolizing them, Terry became an adventurer.
...Only to end up injured, retired, and realizing I'm just bottom-barrel trash...
Still.
Still, he'd met Emilia Edenberts—the Hero's descendant and the next Hero.
Their bond was tangled by various circumstances, but even so, what lingered in Terry's heart was:
"That woman... she's a Hero."
"The Hero."
"Being a Hero means... being fucking cool."
"Any man with balls admires that shit, you demon whore."
So this wasn't some romantic crush.
It wasn't that saccharine, nauseating candy-coated crap.
"Strong, beautiful, badass, never backs down."
"That's what that woman is."
"She's—humanity's hope! My fucking idol! You goddamn cursed whore!"
It wasn't love or some shallow bullshit.
Even a bottom-feeder like him dreamed because of her radiant, sun-like light.
Or maybe it was respect for Edgar Edenberts, who shattered the Demon King's egg in his youth to bring peace—and a desire to help his daughter to the end.
Either way.
She was a dazzling sun to him.
So even trash like him wanted to help her his own way—her, still young and immature, forced to walk a thorny path without anyone to trust or lean on since childhood...!
"Not interested~."
But Succubus Mona dismissed Terry's confession with a single phrase, still smiling as she locked eyes with him. Her foot ground down on his rigidly erect cock, rubbing mercilessly.
"Guh...!"
"It's fine~ Even if you're lying, I don't caaare~ I'll just control you anyway~."
Mona's eyes gleamed demonically. Her slightly parted lips revealed eerily sharp fangs.
She licked her lips seductively, leaned in close, and sank her teeth into the nape of Terry's neck with a crunch.
"Grr... ah...!"
Terry's body went rigid, petrified, no longer obeying his commands. His consciousness began plummeting into the abyss.
Just before it faded completely, while a faint spark of his will remained, Mona whispered into his ear once more.
"How disappointiiing~ So old-fashioooned~ Why are all men like thaaat~?"
"But y'know~ that 'hope' of yours~?"
"You're gonna crush it with your own haaands~ How's that gonna feeeel~? Whaddya thiiink~?"
"............Oh nooo... what to dooo... Just imagining it... I'm gonna cuuum...♥"
The surge of hatred and contempt at Mona's taunting words sank away with his fading mind.
Mona, standing before him, felt her own core growing wet as she licked her lips in ecstasy.
* * *
Under Mona's control, Terry was quickly unbound and freed.
Reading his memories in silence, Mona swiftly devised a plan. As guild master, Terry shared close ties with the Hero Emilia due to various circumstances. Used right, he could achieve her goals far more easily than expected.
"Here~ take thiiis~."
"Make sure to feed it to that Hero~ Just one drop will dooo~."
What Mona handed Terry was a tiny ceramic vial etched with strange runes. Small enough to fit in his palm, its contents were opaque, but the sloshing liquid inside was unmistakable.
Preparations complete.
She could leave now, but Mona grinned and slowly stripped off her clothes, baring her naked body.
"Ufufu...♥ So excited...♥"
"Two sturdy men right here~ Guess I'll have some fuuun too~♥"
Mona snapped her fingers, commanding the two men under her thrall. They launched into a thick, depraved orgy.
Sandwiched between two tireless cocks that produced endless semen at the cost of their lifespans, she was ravished to her satisfaction—fucked relentlessly, filled in her upper mouth, her pussy, her ass... spending a joyous, lascivious night....
