Count Melrn (5)
Squuuish... schlick...
"Ah... guh...!!"
The Melrn Count's thick cock was slowly pushing aside the entrance to Hero Emilia's pussy, invading her depths. A sensation she'd never experienced before in her life. Sure, she'd stimulated that hole with her own fingers to some extent, but this was something entirely new. The heavy, girthy, rock-hard meat rod prying open her tight virgin slit and sliding inside... that bizarre feeling. Even though it had barely entered the front, Emilia trembled her supple body in deep confusion at this utterly unfamiliar sensation.
The tip of the intruding cock bumped against something. Something was catching. Her pathetic maiden membrane, desperately holding out as if to block it from going any further—the symbol of her virginity, proof that she'd never known a man, untouched purity, now pressing right against the Count's glans...
"Emilia, Emilia... heh, heh heh, heh heh heh heh... I love you... I loooove you, so much... heh heh... Hero... Hero Emilia...."
The Melrn Count's voice drifted to her. Seductive, gentle and soft, yet damp and slimy... She knew there was no sincerity in his so-called love. Even if he truly harbored affection, it wasn't for the woman named Emilia—it was for the "Hero's bloodline" that was Emilia. Or, at best, for the body of the woman named Emilia... Her actual self, her personality, probably meant nothing to him. That's why it felt so wretched. To offer her virginity to a man like this. To embrace a man like this... and end up feeling good from it. She couldn't accept that. She didn't want any of this...
Squish... squuuish... rip...
"Ah... uh... aaaaaahhh...!!"
What escaped her lips wasn't a moan of pleasure, but a groan of rage. But the Count paid it no mind—in fact, grinning as if delighted—he slammed his hips forward in one brutal thrust.
It pierced her. Penetrated her. Her first time, her symbol of purity, that unknown space no one had ever explored or tasted. The Count's vigorous cock, that pillar of flesh like a fiery rod, thrust straight through and buried itself inside... Schluuuurp...! Shlrrrrrrp...!
"............!!"
"Haa... fuck, this is delicious... good, so good... this is the hero's pussy... this is the hero's pussy... ah, ahaha, ahahahahaha...!!"
She'd been pierced. Penetrated. Impaled. The Count's freakishly vigorous, rock-hard cock burrowed deep, deep inside her. Another first. The feeling of her tightly clenched vaginal walls being forcibly pried apart, that slightly curved shaft grinding and rubbing against her inner walls at will. The alien pressure pushing into the deepest part of her lower belly, something she'd never felt before. Despite it being her first time, it didn't hurt like she'd expected. Instead... it felt strangely, impossibly good. A thrilling rush, her heart pounding wildly... an unbearable sensation overwhelmed her.
Hic... hiik... ugh...
'Th-this is weird... this can't be...'
Emilia panicked, clamping both hands over her mouth. If she didn't, sweet moans would leak out—cotton-candy sweet cries that didn't suit her at all. This was wrong. So wrong. From the cock of a man she hated, the dick of a loathsome bastard... to feel good from this... that had to be abnormal... She didn't want it...
Shluuup...!
"Kuhuuuuh...♥?! Huuuh♥!"
In the end, down to the hilt. The heavy meat rod plunging even deeper inside, and Emilia moaned. She could definitely feel it—the thick glans pressing against the entrance to her precious baby chamber, the innermost depths.
"Feels good, doesn't it, Emiliiaaa~? Uuung~?"
'No... way... it doesn't... no...!'
The Count asked with a chameleon-like flick of his long tongue, snakelike expression. No, no. Emilia shook her head furiously, hands still over her mouth, desperately denying it. But her flushed face, the beads of sweat, clearly betrayed the lie.
On Emilia's lower abdomen, the incantation Mona had carved was glowing faintly, humming softly. Ah, yes. That had to be it. The only reason she'd feel good from this man's cock was that tattoo. What kind of curse was it? What sorcery? No matter how desperately she racked her brain for a way to resist the pleasure, it was useless.
"Ugh......♥"
More than that, she felt her pussy clenching naturally, gripping and clinging to the intruding Count's cock. Beyond her will, as if something was hijacking her nerves, manipulating her. Feeling his cock inside her pussy... vividly, sharply, trying to squeeze it... Ah... this... like this... she could feel it... feeling it...
"It's okayyy, Emiliaaaa~♪"
"You can feel it more right now... feeling good is even better, right? Isn't it~?"
The Count kept talking in that horrific, slimy, tongue-flicking drawl. His voice made her head spin. Like fog settling in, her mind clouded, thoughts scattering.
'No, no...!'
No matter how she agonized and protested, her body—already drowning in sensation—couldn't help itself...
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Shluuup... schlick... shlorp... splurt... slick... slick... shluuuurp...
"Ah... aaah...."
"Huuuh... mm... ugh, ukuuuh... s-stop... pleeease...."
His vigorous cock plunged in and out of her hypersensitive pussy. The hot, slick-prepared folds churned wildly by the rigid meat rod... thrusting and stirring at will...
"Emilia, Emiliaaa...!"
"Huuuuh... ah, no... don't... uuuum...♥"
Slurp... sluuuurp...
With his cock buried deep, the Count pulled Emilia's body beneath him into an embrace and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. He shoved his tongue in, ravaging her mouth. For Emilia, this was her first kiss too—with the Melrn Count. She was a woman, after all. Back in her childhood at the Edenberts Mansion, from maids and books, she'd harbored girlish dreams of kissing, endless fantasies. What would it taste like? Soft? Pleasurable? What would it feel like? Even in her solitary adventurer days, during masturbation, she'd imagined her lips stolen by force in various delusions.
And now, in reality. The kiss she finally experienced. With the Melrn Count, of all people... It was nothing like her imaginings. Different, but far, far better—intensely pleasurable. He was a hated man, yet his lips were warm and soft. His rough, thick tongue invading and stirring inside her awakened the latent masochistic heat in her blood, heightening her arousal. This was a lover's kiss. A kiss of twisted affection. Grotesque and slimy with obsession, yet brimming with deep love for her. Strangely, it conquered her utterly, dominating her, driving her into ecstasy and pleasure.
Slurp... slurp... slurp... slurp... muum... mm... sluuuurp... smuuurp...
"Mmmuuuuh...♥"
Mmm... huuung...♥
Emilia pushed at his chest with her pale hands, as if suffocating or begging him to pull away. But her strengthless hands only felt like petulant resistance. Useless... She couldn't do anything... Just accept his actions, struggling feebly against the crashing waves of pleasure.
Shlooourp... slick... squuuuish...!
"Huung... ah...♥!!"
The Count's vigorous cock grinding against her deepest depths. A shiver raced up Emilia's spine at the stimulation, an unbearable haze filling her mind.
——No, no, no, no... She couldn't trust the pleasure surging inside her. Was sex always this good? Was this simple act—her fleshy hole taking a man's cock, wrapping and squeezing it with slick walls—supposed to feel this amazing? Were kisses this good...? A man's body against hers... this solid, sturdy male form... his cock... was it always this textured...? Did she love it this much...? Utterly different from her solo masturbation. The pleasure forced upon her, regardless of her will, was so disorienting it plunged her into chaos.
And. And the Melrn Count.
"It's okay, my beloved Emilia."
"No need to be so surprised. No need to be scared."
He licked her face sloppily, whispering reassurance. Thanks to the Lewd Curse tattoo, her fresh virgin pussy—now expertly milking and savoring a man's cock despite moments ago being untouched—shuddered as he twisted his hips forward, piercing and impaling her once more with skillful precision.
Heeeuuh...♥
At the impact, the heavy thrust of flesh grinding in—shlick!—Emilia arched her back with a moan.