Succubus Mona's Flesh Remodeling Conditioning (Basic Edition) (2)
My God... "Kidnapping the empire's princess... and humiliating her like this...?" "Does that bastard have no fear whatsoever...?"
His audacity mocks the entire nation. The sheer terror of it makes her body tremble involuntarily. She has no idea what these fiends plan to do with their abducted princess, but Emilia simply stares at the scene before her, entranced.
Aah... ngh, hngh... Kyaa... Nn, uh, hngh...♥
The empire's radiant seer, the First Princess, sways half-suspended from the ceiling, her ass thrust out in vulgar invitation... as she's ravished by one of Mona's familiars, shaped like Count Melrn.
Its cock—a perfect replica of the count's own—pierces her tender flesh. Wearing his face, speaking in his voice, it whispers every filthy obscenity imaginable, defiling her nobility without end.
This illusion stems from Mona's master-servant contract with the count—and the training itself is at his command. In a twisted sense, one could say it's the count himself who's fucking her right here, right now.
No, no... that's not it...
'Why...'
'Why does she look so... happy... Princess...?'
Aahn... Nn, uh, hngh... "Haa... haa... Ah... haaa...♥"
The empire's radiant seer. Piercing insight into truth. Charisma of the palace, drawing every man's gaze, beloved by the nation's people. All those glittering titles fade to nothing as the magical light illuminates her face in this dim chamber—so blissfully, utterly lost...
"Ah... ah... It feels... so good... I'm cumming... cumming...♥"
"Cock... I love cock... Lord Melrn's cock... it's too good...♥♥♥"
"Aah... cumming... cumming... I'm gonna cum...!!"
Tzukkuk... tzujuk... tzujik tzujik tzujik tzujik tzubung tzubung tzubub tzubub—
Pang pang pang pang pang pang pang pang!
Flesh slapping flesh. Her flawless nude body exposed, groped by hands mimicking the count's as they knead those plump breasts. The princess is fucked, and fucked again.
A closer look reveals a pattern etched on her lower belly much like Emilia's own—a glowing Lewd Curse. And several other strange markings...
No... no... forget that... She looks too happy... Why...? A noble soul... pure and unsullied...
"Haat, hngggggh~~~♥♥♥"
Byurrr... byuruk...!
Thrust deep. Cock buried to the hilt. Inside that noble princess's womb floods thick semen—copied from the count's genetic code, conjured by magic. Identical to a real creampie from the man himself, down to the sensation.
Days of repeated insemination have pickled her in the ecstasy of penetration, the Lewd Curse, and endless conditioning. She reaches a vulgar, explosive climax like any base, lustful bitch—arching her back like a bow, legs splayed, toes clenched, thighs quivering against the floor... trembling in happy afterglow.
Utterly crude and debased. Yet even this seems beautiful, noble—perhaps due to the aura ingrained in her princess's soul.
"...Ufufu, this princess is just too cute. When she first got here, she was all 'I'll never submit, I'm the empire's pride!'—such tough talk...♪"
Mona approaches the princess, still panting in post-orgasmic haze, lifts her chin, and plants a kiss on her lips. The princess welcomes Mona's soft mouth, her tongue, responding with her own in a deep, sloppy exchange. The familiar's cock remains buried in her pussy.
Just like that, she shudders into another climax from the kiss alone. Sweat beads on her skin. Her body's lewd musk mingles with the hypnotic incense stimulating human instincts, vibrating through the air.
Even now, the strange creature clinging to her head emits eerie light. Another of Mona's familiars—a special breed that worms into the brain, emitting hypnotic light to bend thoughts to her will.
It's no doubt why the princess accepts it all so meekly.
Chub... chub... chup... fondle... knead... Nng... nn... mmp...
Mona ravages the princess's noble mouth for a moment, caresses her defenseless breasts, then pulls away. A thin strand of saliva bridges their lips before snapping.
"Hehe, delicious."
"Ha... ah... haa... haa... hek... huu..."
"Good. The rest is for you, familiar dear. Master wants to watch tonight, so get her ready~."
"Yes, Lady Mona. As you command."
The familiar melts into shadow for an instant, snaps a salute, then reforms as Count Melrn and resumes defiling her.
With Mona's knowledge, it knows exactly how to drag this princess to utter submission. With the hypnotic familiar, demonic spells, and magic, it'll drag her down, inch by inch... to the irreversible abyss.
For Emilia, already captured and powerless, it's an inevitable fate she can't stop...
"Now, Lia. Shall we go~♪?"
"...Ah..."
Clank—the chain leash yanks. Emilia, frozen near the entrance, stumbles forward.
Mona suddenly halts, scrutinizes her, then grins wickedly.
"Oh? Lia, did that scene get you excited~?"
"N-no...!"
"Ehehehe~ Liar~♪"
Mona clings to her, pries away the hands clutching her dress hem, and hikes it up. The panties beneath are stained translucent.
Mona presses a finger—sodden fabric yields, delving into her folds with delicate precision.
"N...ng...♡"
"So wet~♪ Not from dinner earlier... fresh and dripping now~."
"N-no... I didn't...!"
"You can be honest~ Turned on by the noble princess getting fucked? Or jealous... seeing a familiar like Master pounding her~?"
"...!!"
She shakes her head—no, no—struggling to pull her skirt down. But Mona whispers, and her arms lift uselessly. Defenseless, panties exposed, she endures Mona's teasing fingers through the cloth...
'No, no, no.'
――'The noble princess getting fucked...'
'No! She's amazing, someone to respect...!'
――'Jealous of a copy of Master...'
'Impossible. Jealousy? Ridiculous... Count Melrn is... Count Melrn is...!!'
Eyes squeezed shut, Emilia denies it desperately. Mona, amused by her torment, presses on with sadistic glee.
The room's hypnotic incense stirs her instincts; the princess's moans resume, melting Emilia's mind and reason to mush. Please stop, I can't take more. Her spirit wears thin until Mona finally relents.
"...♪ Our Lia is sooo cute♥..."
Mona licks her denying face, flushed cheeks—like a serpent—then tugs the leash, leading her out.
The corridor echoes with moans and voices anew—different thrill from before. Imagining more chaste maidens, noble ladies broken and ravished like the princess... Emilia's heart sinks; she wants to plug her ears.
* * *
And so, onward. Through dungeon-like halls lined with cells, to the deepest one.
Unlike the others, its iron door bears strange runes. Special warding, like the entrance.
Dragged inside, Emilia is stripped bare—dress from the count's orders, hiding panties, even the leash chain removed temporarily. She stands in the center.
A room like an altar at the far end—seen before. Two or three times wider than the princess's cell.
Magic circles, spells of unknown purpose everywhere; shelves of mysterious tools.
Sweet incense, like the hypnotic scent before, hangs thick...
"Now, shall we start our fun time? Excited, Lia?"
――As if.
Swallowing her complaint, Mona snaps her fingers—crack.
From floor and ceiling, unnoticed tendrils writhe, binding her slender limbs, fixing her in place.