Branded as Wife and Slave
Count Melrn murmurs it. From now on, Emilia will experience this pleasure as much as she wants. So she must get used to it from here on out. This act called sex, this sharing of affection and love between man and woman—she must devote herself to it wholeheartedly, gradually growing accustomed, addicted, and lost in it.
"Emilia's mine, so you'll be my wife and slave from now on."
"That's why... your mind will melt into a sticky mess, pickled in pleasure. You'll crave only me, unable to live without me... that's what you'll become, Emilia...."
"I love you, I love you...!"
'As if... I'd ever...!'
Becoming addicted to the man she hates and living for him—ridiculous! But... she can't reject this pleasure either... Schlick... schlop... plunge... squelch... Ahh... Nngh... Hnng...
"Hnnnnngh~~~~♥♥♥"
In the end, to the Count's movements, to his cock thrusting deep inside, Emilia declares her surrender—curling her toes tight, tensing her whole body, trembling in the depths of climax. The wave of ecstasy rises from her pussy, tingling as it conquers her brain. Fresh sweat, thick and sweet, wells up in copious amounts over Emilia's body, already ripe yet still feeling so immature....
Schlop... schlop... schlop... schlop... schlop... schlop... squelch... squish... squelch... squelch... squelch... splurt...
Even after Emilia climaxes, Count Melrn continues pistoning into her pussy with smooth, skillful hips. Ravaging, defiling, dyeing her in his colors. He savors her hero's pussy clinging hot and sticky, shoving his cock to the hilt over and over, delighting in her reactions.
Lewd cries leak from Emilia's lips, and with even the slightest movement of his waist, her beautiful body quivers like it's wailing—telling him how good it feels, how utterly slutty she's feeling right now. Her pussy, too, refuses to let go of his cock, slapping wetly against it every time he pulls back, trying to drag it deeper.
To this coup d'état by her pussy, beyond her own will, Emilia lets out even more pitiful moans, squeezing her eyes shut and tilting her chin up.
——Ahh, so lovable. Even as his own head spins from overwhelming arousal, Count Melrn narrows his eyes, gazing at her pitiful expression.
His beloved Emilia. The precious blood of the hero. This filthy sow-pussy, immature yet lewdly responsive despite the curses and spells—he impales it with his cock, rock-hard from excitement.
And after savoring that pussy to his heart's content—immature or not, the promise of more to come from this special hero's hole—Count Melrn feels her sticky walls clinging like they're milking his seed... and unleashes what he's held back.
His rugged, throbbing pillar swells suddenly inside her.
"Hiiik...♥"
Emilia lets out a startled, adorable moan. And then, into her depths, something hot surges forth without restraint.
Spurt... spurt... spurt...!
Gurgle... glurk, glurk, glurk, glurk, glurk...!! Gurrrrgle...!!
"Haaaaahhh... Nngh...♥♥♥ Hnnaaang...♥♥"
Emilia feels the hot sensation pouring into her. Something flooding her deepest insides, targeting her womb, spewing into her cervix. She can't know exactly what her womb feels like. But she senses something pouring at the end of her passage. This unfamiliar—no, it should be impossible to be familiar—special sensation. The unique temperature shift spreading through her belly. The first creampie she's ever experienced....
Flustered, Emilia's eyes fly wide. Whirr, whirr—the mark on her lower abdomen, the Lewd Curse, glows with eerie light. In response, she feels a strange throbbing, like her womb is pulsing.
Something... something's weird... deep inside...
Huu... What's this... what is it...?
"Haaaah~ Perfect, Emilia. I've marked you properly. ...Not getting you pregnant yet, though."
"P-Preg...nant...?"
"Don't worry. It's fine. I won't knock you up just yet—when the time comes, I will, so don't be too disappointed... Got it?"
Count Melrn says this, then kisses her again, cock still buried deep.
Mwah... smooch...
This loathsome enemy, this trash of a man—his face draws near, yet strangely, Emilia feels pushed by some force, accepting his lips naturally, even flicking her own tongue to welcome his.
From the cock inside her, leftover cum spurts softly—glurk...—as if answering her tightening pussy.
Kiss... feels good... The warmth in my belly... feels good too...
Hah... hah... hah... hah.... Squelch...
"Hik...♥ Oh... Hn... "
Though just one load, his satisfyingly spent cock pulls free. Overwhelmed by bizarre exhaustion, Emilia sprawls obscenely on the bed, gasping for breath.
"Hnnngh...."
Count Melrn gazes down at her with strangely cold eyes, narrowed. He traces the Lewd Curse mark Mona carved on her lower belly.
Emilia twitches at the ticklish sensation spreading from her abdomen. The mark, glowing faintly brighter with each of her climaxes, now shines intensely from his creampie—demonic light making it vividly clear, though not blinding.
“【■■■■■■】”
As he strokes the glowing mark, Count Melrn mutters the incantation softly. Similar to what Mona whispered in the ritual room—likely the same arcane tongue. An eerie chant no human throat could produce flows from his lips. At once, Emilia's Lewd Curse flares brighter, shifting to a new pattern.
"Hyaaaaah...?! N-Nngh...!!"
What, what is thiiiis?!
A strange, uncanny sensation spreads inside her. Her innate hero's mana, the very concept of Emilia within her, feels dominated, dyed by the eerie light from the mark... an otherworldly feeling engulfs her.
Something... something's changing. Being dominated... corrupted.
She doesn't know what, but instinct screams danger. Yet the Lewd Curse and Absolute Obedience leave her unable to resist—and she lacks the knowledge anyway. She can only accept this invading sensation.
"N... Hn... Graah... D-Don't... please stop... Wh-What... what is it... what are you... Hnngh... d-doing...!!! "
"It's okay. It's fine, Emilia. No need to worry. Just registering it...."
Count Melrn gazes lovingly at the still-glowing mark on her belly, pinning her twitching hands above her head to hold her down.
"Stay still. You'll know everything soon," he whispers.
"Mona's spell is there, but now I'm doing the owner registration with my seed... Blood would work too, but... heh, it felt good, didn't it, Emilia?"
"N-No... I hate it... haaaate it...!"
"Just wait a bit. First registration takes some stamina... but it's fine. You'll wake up tomorrow feeling happy for sure."
"No... I said no...!! Being yours... something like that...!!"
Gem-like tears sparkle from Emilia's eyes. Rage and sorrow surge. But more than that, this sensation dominating her from within—her noble core, her soul—it's unbearable. Like her fingertips crumbling away bit by bit, or a hand piercing her chest, kneading her heart....
Count Melrn licks her streaming tears, savoring the delicacy, drool dripping as he gazes at her with that mad face from before.
"I love you, Emilia...♪ Now you'll truly, completely be mine... Be happier about it...."
"No... no...! Father... Mother...! Ahh...!!"
Emilia shakes her head. But the sensation from the mark—chains binding body and soul, conquering her—doesn't stop. From core to extremities, from soul's edges to heart. Creeping inward... claiming everything.
Solely Count Melrn's. By him, for him alone—a slave, a possession, fully debased and fallen....
——And after a short time.
Hah... ah... haa... haa... haa... haa... haa...
Emilia breathes raggedly, face flushed with excitement, clutching the bedsheets. Likely the mark stoking her sexual arousal. Her body's twitching and spasms have mostly subsided.
The owner registration on the mark is complete. It took longer than usual—proof of her fierce resistance, her noble spirit and soul.
But in the end, she's been dominated safely.
Count Melrn smiles, planting a tender kiss on her sweat-drenched, half-conscious face. Closing her half-lidded eyes, her breathing soon evens out further. She'll sleep now, waking late tomorrow—the process drains stamina and mana.
"Mona. You're there, right?"
"Yess~♪"
At his call, Mona appears right beside him—from empty air. Her specialty, Invisibility magic.
He didn't know for sure, but he was certain she wouldn't obediently leave such a scene.
"Take her. ...Training starts tomorrow, right?"
"Aw, Master works me too~ hard. ...So, training intensity?"
"No complaints once you've made the contract, demon. I'm paying well enough. ...Training at maximum level, of course. No worries about breaking her."
"Yesss~ Hehe, got it, Master~♪"
Mona giggles, wiggling her slender fingers lightly. Emilia's sleeping body floats into the air.
With bouncy steps, Mona leaves the room, Emilia drifting beside her like a balloon.
Alone in his needlessly spacious bedroom, Count Melrn trembles, trying to calm his lingering excitement, his long-held obsession.
Ahh, need a drink... Gonna be hard to sleep tonight...!
