Count Melrn (4)
“Nngh… Oh, ohhh… Hnngh… S-stop… Please stop…!! Aaah…♥!”
Emilia shakes her head frantically, pleading no, no, rejecting it with every fiber of her being, but Count Melrn pays no heed. With that thick, sturdy hand of his, he continues tormenting and disciplining her sensitive little clit. A perfect, adorable, pretty little nub made for touching. Surely packed tight with nerves that would spark a woman's pleasure—her ultimate weak spot, her greatest erogenous zone. He savors its texture, kneading it relentlessly—rub rub rub rub—smearing and stimulating, layering sensation upon sensation without mercy.
Sweet, sticky nectar oozes thickly from Emilia's slit, dripping down like drool from a shameful hole, pattering onto the floor. Count Melrn scoops up the fluid on his fingers, smears it slickly over her clit and around it, then resumes the discipline.
“Aaaaaahhh… Hnggaaaaaahhh…♥!!”
It's… it's breaking… it's gonna break…!!
Something precious, something irreplaceable is… nngiiiieeeek…!!!
Pushed forward by Count Melrn, Emilia thrusts her crotch out at him, unable to dodge his touch or hide her precious place. She can only endure the torment. She desperately prays for this moment to end, for this sticky, suffocating wave of pleasure to pass.
“Please… please… N-no… Nooooo…!!!”
Tzk tkz tzk tzk tzk tzck, rub rub rub rub rub rub… His fingers stroke her clit, circling from base to tip, grinding sensation into sensation. He rubs. He plants pleasure. Gently, as if teaching her to love it, yet relentlessly, no matter how she begs…!
——I hate this.
——I hate it…!
She wishes he’d cover it up. Hide this pitiful, pathetic clit…!!!
“Aaaaaaaaahhh…!! Haaaahhhh…♥!!”
No. No. No, this won’t do. She’s going to cum. She’s cumming. She’s already gone over the edge. Probably multiple times already, lightly. The direct, unblocked stimulation of her clit is far too much for her body to withstand…!!
“~~~~~~~~~~!!! Kyaaaaahhh…♥♥!!!”
Squiiiirt…!! Twitch, twitch…!
Barefoot Emilia’s toes curl and clench into the carpet like claws, her slender waist thrust forward trembling, her shoulders and lovely hips shuddering as she announces her climax. The squirting love juices splatter onto the floor, reflected in the mirror. A heroine cumming in such a vulgar, crotch-thrusting pose—what a sight. Utterly depraved, utterly base, and oh so——adorable.
“Ngh… Hic… Hn… Hn… Hnngh…”
“Haa… Haa…”
Emilia pants roughly, catching her breath. Still, Count Melrn’s hand lingers on her adorable, pitiful little nub. The slightest pressure makes her flinch in terror, her body quaking.
I came… I actually came… From this man’s hand… A real orgasm…
This kind of thing… It’s my first time… I could never… alone…
* * *
“Did you enjoy that, Emilia?”
No way she did. No way. She refuses to admit it. But… it felt good. That much is undeniable. And that she came from his hand, so pathetically. That she had a genuine climax from this worthless man’s touch… She can’t deny the truth, no matter how much she wants to.
Even if she hates it, she has to admit it. Her body is so lewd that it melts under the hands of this enemy, this hated Count Melrn. That her clit alone can make her cum so easily, proving how pathetically weak she is as a woman. And above all… that no matter what, she can’t defy this man.
No matter how much she hates it, no matter how she summons her will, she can’t break Mona’s spell on her own. Rebellion against him is impossible… She’s forced to realize it.
“………….”
But that doesn’t mean she’ll give up everything. Emilia isn’t so weak as to abandon all hope after this, nor so spineless. So——she glares. Pouring in her unbreakable will that even Mona’s spell can’t crush, laced with fierce murderous intent, unyielding rage, and iron resolve… She glares at Count Melrn through the mirror.
Her deep navy eyes, like the night sky, burn with intense light, piercing and pressuring him. And at that fierce gaze—her sole act of defiance through the mirror—Count Melrn… smiles in delight. He leers lazily, twisting his lips upward.
“Those eyes… so heroic, Emilia.”
“…….”
“I love you. I love you. I love you… I truly, truly love you, Hero.”
“……Shut up… Die… You trash.”
Even as her face flushes with shame, humiliation, and lingering arousal, Emilia spits her insults defiantly. Count Melrn laughs all the deeper.
Then, he leads the fragile Emilia’s body to the bed. The spells of Binding, Submission, and Dominance control her utterly. When he lays her on the bed and issues a command, she obeys against her will. Spreading her legs wide, lifting her knees high, gripping her thighs to pull them back… exposing her virgin pussy fully to Count Melrn. A sweet-scented, pretty, pristine treasure.
The bivalve-like lips, tightly shut until moments ago, now part slightly from arousal and climax, wafting female pheromones to tempt him.
“Mmhmhmhmhm…♪”
“Ngh… Don’t… look at my pussy… You… If you’re a noble, show some damn manners, you trash!”
“Heh, you sure talk big while spreading your pussy wide for a man to admire, Emilia.”
“You made me do it… Ngh…!”
Frustrating, but she’s powerless to resist. Count Melrn draws close to the female slit she’s exposed herself, observing it meticulously. He reaches out to savor the feel of her labia, then spreads them wide apart, visually confirming the modest, narrow hole beneath.
The pussy cave is dark inside, but having contracted with a demon and borrowed its power, Count Melrn pierces the gloom effortlessly. And there, deep within, the hymen asserts its presence clearly. He smiles in satisfaction.
“As expected, still a virgin, Emilia. I didn’t doubt it, but…”
“……Nngh…!”
“They say you’ve been through rough times, yet the membrane remains… intact like this. Is it because it’s a hero’s body?”
Even in this situation, Emilia’s spread pussy drools blorp… with nectar. A pathetic, remodeled body that gets wet and aroused on its own without any prodding. Pleased with the results, Count Melrn extends his tongue to taste the female honey dripping from her hole.
Emilia moans in shame, and he savors her reaction a bit longer, licking and tasting her pussy with his tongue. Mmm… Mmng…♥ He probes the entrance lightly or laps at the lovely pink petals with his wet tongue to soothe them, and each time, she trembles and moans in pleasure.
It feels good… The warm, wet thing on my pussy feels so good…
“You’re soaked enough… More than ready, right? I can’t hold back anymore, Emilia.”
“…No… I don’t want it…”
“It’s fine, Emilia. I love this body of yours… You’ll like it too… You’ll come to love it…♪”
Count Melrn slips off his last garment, the thick bathrobe. Revealing his sturdy male physique. Unlike Emilia’s pale, translucent, sweetly fragrant body, his was slightly dark, firm, muscular—purely masculine at a glance.
A faint memory from that day long ago. The man from her childhood, the one who’d defiled her mother. His body matched her recollection perfectly, unchanged—perhaps even more toned now…
Thump…!
Wh-what…?
——And then. That robust male form, etched forever in her memory as her enemy’s. Perfectly muscled, utterly unlike her own, now before her eyes.
Emilia felt her heart suddenly pound hard. Not from fear or confusion. This feeling…
“Emilia, today will be our very, very precious, monumental day.”
“The day I fully subjugate you, the Hero, and make you mine.”
“The day I claim you, the descendant of heroes whom I love… as my own.”
“Our cherished first night… starts today…♪”
Count Melrn whispers. Each word in her ear sends chills racing through her nerves, scrambling her mind.
“Ah, aaah… N-no… I hate it… I hate you…”
His cock—that rigid male shaft—presses against Emilia’s treasure. Still holding her legs spread herself, she stares, entranced, at Count Melrn, his body, the thing touching her precious place. Receiving her gaze, hearing her softened protests, he… slowly——