Declaring Defeat Before My Best Friend (5)
*Spurt... spurt... spurt... glorp... glub... GLOOORP...*
"Ahaaaaaahhh~~~~♥♥♥♥!!"
And then, as Emilia bobbed her plump ass up and down in fervent service, the Melrn Count's thick semen erupted deep inside her.
Hot. Overflowing. The lewd, promiscuous fluid gushing from his cock filled and defiled Emilia's womb and pussy to the brim...
Lost in mindless ecstasy, her face twisted into an expression of desperate restraint—perhaps because her friend was watching. It was the most delicious sight imaginable.
Emilia had been remade to climax at peak intensity with every internal creampie. Right now, she was swept up in a shattering orgasm so fierce it felt like her brain and every bone in her body were melting away.
And maybe because of it. Reacting to that colossal wave of pleasure, milk began squirting from the tips of her engorged, erect nipples like a ejaculation. *Squirt, SQUIIIRT. SQUIIIIRT...*
"...Oh?"
The Melrn Count let out a sigh of admiration at the spectacle.
He had already confirmed milk leaking from her modified nipples while tormenting and caressing her earlier. But seeing it fountain out without even touching her breasts or nipples was refreshingly novel.
Thin streams like threads of milk, occasionally followed by thick globs dangling and trickling down...
With his cock still buried inside her, intermittently spurting the last of his load, the Count reached out and kneaded her breasts, stimulating them further.
*Pssshhh, SQUIIIIRT!*
"Nngaaaaahh...♥"
The milk gushed even more vigorously now, splattering all the way to Chris, who was being violated by Mona not far off. Emilia's pure white milk draped over Chris's sweat-slicked alabaster skin...
"Ah... haa... haaaah... hnn...♥"
As the climax finally ebbed and Emilia began to catch her breath, her body still trembled uncontrollably. Milk continued beading at her nipple tips, dribbling down in lazy rivulets.
The Melrn Count pulled her body up, withdrawing his cock from her pussy. A mix of lewd white turbidity and her own slutty juices dripped from her slit in heavy globs...
"Heh, I'll let you rest for a bit, my love."
With those words, he gently laid her voluptuous form on the bed. Still quivering from the lingering aftershocks, Emilia stared blankly at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.
He kissed her forehead, then whispered sweet nothings into her ear—words of love bordering on brainwashing. He repeated them again and again...
Of course, this didn't mean Emilia's role for the night was over. The Melrn Count, cursed with absurd virility from consuming the Maou's Egg fragments, could never be satisfied with just one load. The night ahead for her was still long, endless.
But tonight was a little different from usual. With a special guest present, he decided to grant her a brief respite.
Releasing Emilia, the Count stepped down from the bed and looked down at Chris, still being toyed with by Mona.
"Ah, aaah, nngoooh♥ Oooh, ugh, uuuuhhh♥♥♥♥"
*Squish... squish... squish... squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch...*
Left in Mona's hands, Chris had somehow ended up on all fours like a dog, being toyed with on the floor. Her arm restraints were undone, hands pressed to the ground. Her dangling breasts swayed, nipples pinched and twisted viciously between Mona's slender fingers.
Mona's other hand stretched back from behind, stroking and rubbing Chris's slit and clit, lavishing sweet pleasure. Occasionally, aphrodisiac fluid sprayed from the tip of Mona's tail onto Chris's exposed back—*splaaash*.
Drenched head to toe in Mona's aphrodisiac, even the slightest touch sent absurd waves of lust and pleasure through Chris. Under Mona's teasing, she writhed in total surrender to her desires, her body convulsing as she panted and moaned like a bitch in heat. Her face had become that of a depraved slut...
"Hmph."
The Melrn Count approached the pathetic sight and planted his bare foot on Chris's head, grinding it down. *Crunch... THUD!*
"Urgh...!"
Chris's forehead slammed to the floor, her body folding into a groveling bow of atonement before him. A feeble voice leaked out from beneath his foot—"Stop, get off..."—but he ignored it completely.
Even as this happened, Mona kept tormenting Chris's labia and clit, making that fat ass shake and jiggle right in front of the Count.
"You filthy sow. If you weren't my love's friend, I'd have sold you off to some pig of a noble somewhere."
"Urk... uuuugh...!"
"Well, fine. I'll train you thoroughly under me. Just like your other friend—I'll drag you down into utter misery. Then maybe you'll finally grasp your place, you vulgar sow, just like your whore of a mother."
"...!"
Mention of Mine Hwangnyeo made Chris's shoulders twitch in agitation. A blaze of hatred and rage roared in her chest. But she still lacked the strength to shove off the foot on her head...
The Count gazed coldly down at Chris rubbing her forehead on the floor like vermin, then asked Mona, who continued teasing her.
"Mona, is this bitch ready for immediate use?"
"Yesss~ I've made all the necessary adjustments~."
As the Count lifted his foot, Mona placed a hand on Chris's heavy breast and hauled her up. Chris knelt, upper body raised.
On her lower abdomen gleamed a Yin Pattern similar to Emilia's, yet subtly different, pulsing with eerie light.
When feeding her the fluid from her tail earlier, Mona had mixed in her own blood. By making the target ingest blood infused with her special magic and spells, she could imprint this mark, turning them into a perfect plaything for a succubus.
Mona stroked the beautifully etched pattern on Chris, explaining its functions to the Count. The list was already despair-inducing just from hearing it. But it wasn't enough—she added that more functions would be added and refined over time. As the pattern took root in Chris's body, its effects would only grow stronger.
"Excellent."
"......"
The Count nodded crisply. Chris, dazedly listening, had no spirit left to retort, but her exposed shoulders already shivered with budding fear.
"Now, up you go~."
"Ugh... y-you... succubus... damn whore...!"
*Stagger...*
With Mona's support, Chris's naked, slender body was forced upright. She tottered forward to the bed where Emilia lay, then draped her upper body over the edge, face inches from Emilia's—clearly visible.
Her ass and lower half protruded off the bed. She pressed down until her ample breasts squished flat against the sheets.
"N-no... don't... stop..."
Chris had just witnessed Emilia's debauchery. She'd also seen the thing in the Count's crotch still rock-hard. She knew exactly what was coming next.
"No... nooo... you bastard... trash..."
Her protests came out weak. Her face was still flushed and vacant from the heat—impossible to tell if she truly hated it.
Mona, now on the bed inspecting Chris's face, beamed proudly at her 'creation.' To take a virgin who knew no man and break her like this, still a virgin... As a succubus, it was an eternally satisfying sight.
Grinning merrily, Mona crawled across the bed and clung to Emilia, who hadn't fully recovered. She straddled her in a 69 position, pressing her own lewd crotch toward Emilia's face while placing a hand on the ornate Yin Pattern on Emilia's lower belly, shaped like a womb.
Mana flowed from Mona's hand into the pattern—*zzzt...!*
"Uh... nngh?!"
"Nngh...!?"
Suddenly, both Emilia and Chris let out strange cries. A jolt like electricity shot through their bodies simultaneously.
And from that moment, a bizarre sensation spread through them both...
Ah... wh-what... something's weird... this strange feeling...
It's like... my body's split in two... what... what's this...?
"Heehee, connections ready, Master~. Lia and my Chris are linked now~."
Among the many useful functions etched into Chris's Yin Pattern, the [Sensation Sharing] had just activated, linking to Emilia's.
Unless Mona severed it, their sensations would remain connected...
"Ah... aaaah... haaaah...!"
Chris gasped. The lingering afterglow in Emilia's body and the sticky feel of semen in her womb transmitted straight to Chris.
Unable to cope with the alien sensation in her pussy, she squirmed her hips. The Melrn Count strode up arrogantly, positioning himself behind her.
He placed a hand on her plump ass, SMACKing the cheek hard to humiliate her.
"Sow. You're mine from now on, so know your place and quit acting up... Got it?"
"Urk... guh... wh-who... said I'm yours...! Trash... TRASHHH...!!"
SMACK!
"Kyaaahh...!"
Chris resisted to the end, but one merciless spank snuffed out her flames of hate and rage. Her juicy cheeks jiggled; the stinging masochistic thrill made her pussy drool even more...
And Emilia, sharing the sensation, let out a little moan at the exact same moment.
"Hmph, we'll see how long you keep it up, you rotten sow."
The Count glanced sidelong at Emilia, stroking Chris's ass all the while. Then, slowly, he pressed his unrelenting erection into her virgin hole...