The Revenge Heroine and the Poisoned Chalice, The Point of No Return... (4) Just Before the Sword Slips from Her Grasp
Right before dropping her sword. Right before showing Mona an example—threatening her, making it clear this was no joke, that she was dead serious.
That was the moment she heard it. She heard Mona's voice.
“■■■■■■■”
...In a bizarre language that even Emilia, with all her vast experience, had never heard before. No, was it even a language to begin with? It sounded like nothing human vocal cords could produce—something utterly alien, strange, strange, strange, and strange beyond words. A bizarre incantation.
She had merely heard it. Mona had simply muttered it with a smile.
And now... here they were.
“Eh...?”
It's hot. Her lower abdomen is burning hot. It feels like the depths inside—probably the most precious part of her as a woman—are clenching tight, being pulled inward with a heavy squeeze.
Strength drains from her entire body, replaced by a rising heat and something dark and murky surging up within her.
What is this? What the hell is this?
She can't make sense of her body's reactions, but in this bizarre situation, she vaguely realizes one thing: her precious place down there... it's getting wet.
“Mmm~? Seems like the drug's working even better than expected~?”
“...Drug...?”
“That's what I mean~ But you~ You're such a lewd little girl~ For a hero and all~.”
——Who are you calling lewd!
Emilia tried to snap back in fury at Mona's mocking words, but no proper retort came out.
Squeeze.
Mona pressed down on her with the heel of her boot, shoving Emilia aside like she was crushing a bug. It wasn't even a strong push, but Emilia couldn't resist and collapsed flat on the floor with a thud.
Ah... what do I do... No strength... at all...
What the hell... is happening to me... Ngh...
“Khuh... Ngh... Urgh...!”
Emilia writhed on the floor like a worm, tormented only by the heat surging from her lower abdomen. Nothing else mattered.
The heat in her belly grew stronger. It felt like something was wriggling beneath her skin, crawling around, while every corner of her body was being slowly, meticulously torn apart and reshaped into something indescribable.
She couldn't think straight. Before she knew it, drool was dripping from her mouth as she let out pathetic moans.
——Her body was changing from the core.
——Her body was changing from the core.
——That change... was unstoppable.
She realized only that much. Face-down on the floor, she panted like a beast, hah-hah, heek-heek, waiting desperately for the heat to subside.
“Hee-hee-ng~♪”
And Mona—still disguised in her plain country-girl guise—simply squatted in front of the wriggling Emilia, watching her like an insect. Hands pressed to her cheeks, flushed pink with eager anticipation.
“Aw, doesn't that outfit look uncomfortable~? Want me to help~?”
“N-No... stop...”
Emilia glared daggers, but it was pointless. Mona gleefully slithered her fingers over her, slowly, teasingly stripping away the ragged hood covering her body, the scabbard of her holy sword and other gear, and even her clothes.
One piece at a time, with lewd, tantalizing touches—deliberately slow, exquisitely delicate, forcibly taken.
Shlrk... Clank... Shh... Shh... Shlurp...
The hood was peeled away. The holy sword's scabbard—and the sword itself, fallen on the floor—were taken and moved behind the altar.
Her top came off. The tight fabric that had held her breasts steady during fierce battles, the bandages securing them, all stripped away.
Her bottoms followed. Panties that were pretty, expensive, luxurious, and cutely feminine despite her attitude—yanked off like a child's.
“Stop... please stop...”
Begging did no good. Emilia could only plead piteously, clutching her lower abdomen where electric thrills and unbearable heat prickled like shivers of ecstasy.
Pleading, moaning, pleading, shaking her head. Trembling all over, flinching, begging, pleading, cheeks burning with shame as she bit her lip.
“Come on~ Let's get these off properly~ Lift your legs~.”
Mona urged her on like a kindergarten teacher having the time of her life, finally tugging the panties free from her legs. Shoes gone too—leaving her utterly naked.
At least the tie holding her hair back was spared, but what did that matter now...?
“Ngh... Hic... Urgh...”
What... what's happening to me...?
Something's wrong... with my body...?
So hot... burning... itchy all over... Ah... Haaah...
Emilia hugged herself with both arms, twisting her waist and curling up to hide her most shameful spots.
In the dim room flickering with eerie, ghostly flames, after writhing on the floor several times, she ended up right beneath the altar—trembling, her dazzling white and beautiful nude body fully exposed.
Her lovely back curved gracefully; slender shoulders and neck that belied a warrior's frame were laid bare. A taut waist without an ounce of fat, limbs stretched long and supple like golden rain, her shimmering golden hair fanned out across the floor following her huddled form. And above all, her face—beaded with pearl-like sweat, furrowed in agony against the body's betrayal—still so heartbreakingly beautiful.
So achingly lovely. An ecstatic, pristine body like a gift from the gods, pure and untouched, now rolling on the ground like trash or a bug.
Ugh... Sob... Khrr... Ngh... Uuugh... Aah... Hnnngh...
“...Hero~♡”
Mona gazed down at the moaning Emilia, licking her lips. At the beautiful hero chosen by the gods, revealed in the flickering firelight. The child of noble blood, so adorably vulnerable.
Now stripped bare, her womanly form stood out even more clearly—a hero fully matured as a female. Yet traces of youth lingered, a virginal purity that perfectly suited her. Imagining how it would all be defiled from here on out sent Mona shuddering in rapture, again and again.
“Ah, haaaaaah...♡”
Drool spilled from Mona's mouth in thick streams. She pressed both hands to her lips to hold it back, chewed on her pretty, flawless fingers to stifle the excitement—but the saliva kept overflowing.
Even as her fingers ached and bled from the biting, she couldn't stop the arousal.
“Hero... Herroooo...♡”
She was lost in it. Utterly aroused. Overwhelmed.
Oh god, what now? She was soaking wet. If she were a man with a cock, she'd have cum seven times in a row right then and there.
That's how intense it was. That's how ferociously in heat she was.
The sight of the beautiful, untainted young hero crawling like vermin—the divine gift of a virgin utterly helpless as a demon claimed her body—was far too stimulating for the succubus Mona...
“Hero, herroooo...!”
“We're gonna... get sooo close... We'll go to Master together... and get looots of love...!!”
“Ahh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
“Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!!!”
“Aaaaaaaaah...!!”
“We'll call each other nicknames... Ah, Mona's my nickname... My real name's long... Won't tell ya...!”
“Emilia... Lia, yeah, Lia sounds perfect... I'll call you Lia~ Lia... Lia... Ahh... Lia... So gooood... Liiiiaaa...♡!”
Drool streaming, eyes bloodshot and wide, Mona muttered feverishly. She was clearly unhinged.
Emilia huddled naked before her like a sacrificial offering, trembling. Mona squatted above, gazing down with a face melted in ecstasy, flushed and drooling as if climaxing over and over.
The altar's flames danced wildly, licking at the bizarre pair like eager tongues...
It felt like her insides were twisting from the core, or being sucked into some bizarre vortex. Her blood boiled, her heart thundered like a tolling bell. Drool flowed freely, and from her privates too—restless fluids gushing out, even urine leaking uncontrollably midway.
But little by little, as time passed, Emilia felt her body stabilizing.
Slowly, slowly regaining composure. The raging heat subsided, the sensation of her flesh being folded and kneaded by an irresistible giant hand faded, and bit by bit, she reclaimed her freedom.
“Haa... Ah...!”
“Hah... Hah... Hah... Hah... Hah...”
Drenched in sticky sweat from head to toe, Emilia lay prone, gasping raggedly.
No strength left in her body. She couldn't do a thing.
Even without her holy sword, she could have effortlessly subdued the slender woman before her—yet her limbs shook, refusing to obey her will.
“Lemme see~♪”
“Ngh...”
Mona kicked Emilia's body again, rolling her over like flipping a pancake.
A body too delicate for a warrior's—slender, still immature and endearing. Yet below those burgeoning, full breasts... past her navel even further... right above a woman's most precious little mound.
There, etched clearly and prettily over her womb like an overlay: a seal mimicking the shape of a uterus. A brand only a demon—and a succubus at that—could carve. The mark that would drag Hero Emilia into the abyss, glowing with a sweetly bewitching light.
