Succubus Mona's Flesh-Remodeling Torment (Basic Part 5)
“Then, shall we keep up the fun~♪”
“The delightful remodeling surgery to turn you into Master's cock-sleeve~.”
Mona snapped her fingers with a sharp twaak, further manipulating the meat pedestal that restrained Emilia. Fresh strands of flesh extended like tentacles from the mass. They slithered up Emilia's legs, seized her plump butt cheeks in a vise-like grip, and yanked them wide apart. Emilia's labia parted fully, as did the pussy hole and anus still slick from the lust worms' recent ravishment.
…The warm room air wafting into her exposed holes felt strangely good….
“~♪”
Mona set down the bowl that had held the lust worms and picked up another glass vial filled with that suspicious liquid. She replaced the brush still jammed in Emilia's nostrils and the one shoved into her urethra with fresh ones. Then, in one swift motion, she produced four more brushes and carefully inserted them one by one into Emilia's pussy.
“~~~~~~~~~~♥”
The soft bristles at the ends of those slender rods offered none of the crushing pressure from Melrn Count's cock or the slime dildo from before. But Mona's pinpoint strokes—sliding deep as if she knew exactly every one of Emilia's weak spots—were utterly unbearable. She scrubbed here, teased there. Once a spot felt primed, she'd switch to a fresh brush and polish it anew. This ridge, that fold, this nub, that protrusion. Sometimes, to probe even deeper, she'd use the inserted brushes as levers, prying Emilia's pussy hole wider.
The drug-soaked bristles twisted through every twist and clench of Emilia's pussy, all the way to her womb's entrance, rubbing and bumping relentlessly. At the deepest recesses of her vagina, right at the dead end and against her cervix, the bristles prodded~ like needles, drawing ragged gasps from Emilia.
Aah, what the hell is happening to me….
My body's getting weirder… weirder and weirder….
“Alright, now for the anal turn….”
Mona snapped her fingers again with a twaak, and the tentacles clinging to Emilia's ass obediently spread her cheeks even wider. Thin tendrils adhered to the pretty wrinkles of her anus, stretching it open mercilessly.
“Wh-what… are you doing… stop… not that… filthy place….”
“It's fine~ Lia's anus is so pretty anyway~ and right now it's spotless~.”
The lust worms from earlier had done their job thoroughly during their invasion; even from a glance into the slightly gaped hole, the insides looked pristine. Emilia's girlish, floral scent would be all you'd taste if you shoved your tongue in now.
Heehee, that sounds fun too~ I'd love to lick and torment Emilia's ass all I want~.
She swapped tools again. Not the suspicious-drug-dipped brushes from before, but slender rods of a similar shape. Grasping one in each hand, Mona brought them close to the spread anus with a delighted grin.
Between the gaping cheeks… the pair of skewer-like rods slipped in together….
“Hngh… ugh… hnnnghaaah… wh-what are you…!!”
“What~? Just engraving a magic circle inside Lia's body~.”
“……?!”
“Heehee, but that's not all~ Now stay still and be a good girl~.”
Mona giggled merrily as she prodded the blunt tips around Emilia's rectal walls, probing this spot and that. Thanks to the drugs and the lust worms, the unnaturally sensitive passage yielded to her whims… freely….
“No… stop… stop it….”
“Heehee, such a pretty little anus… heehee, heeheehee… the inside looks… so lewd… so tasty….”
“Stop… stooop…!”
Scraping the inner flesh walls, rubbing them raw. Little by little, stroke by stroke, Mona etched unknown runes and intricate magic circles. The work demanded utmost precision, so she fell silent, cheeks flushed, lips twitching as she focused intently on her hands and the rods.
Ugh, nngh, ugh…!
Each careful movement of Mona's hands sent the rods inching along with maddening delicacy, occasionally stabbing into the rectal walls. Emilia's frail body shuddered pitifully with every shiver of unwanted pleasure.
Poor Emilia. From her pussy, stuffed with four drug-laced brushes, pussy juices drooled like saliva, dripping down the rods in sticky rivulets. My body… it's burning up….My ass… feels weird… my guts… twisting… more… and more…!Uuuaaaahhhnnngggaaahhh…!
With painstaking care, stroke by stroke. Meticulously, endlessly. Mona inscribed the alien magic circles and runes deep inside Emilia. Not mere ink, but mana as her medium—etchings that would endure eternally, unerasable for life.
“Aah~ So many spells I want to try….”
“How many can I carve into the hero's body, I wonder~? How many can she endure~? Hmm? Hero… Lia, Lia, Lia… I love you… I love you just as much as Master does~♪”
Uuhhng… nngh, aaah… aaaah… haah… hnnngh… kuhh… twitch twitch.
Emilia writhed like a worm, a pathetic bug, moaning helplessly. Hiiik… hiiiik… haaak… ahn, nngh, nngh, kiihk, hnnngh….
She was the hero, after all. Destined to slay demons and the Demon King, to bring peace to the people, revered by all.
Yet here she was, reduced to this base, vulgar display—plummeting into depravity, with no choice but to accept it in tragic silence….
Hnnnghh… nnngh… aaah… kyaaah… huaaah… uuh… nngh… huaa… aaa… aaa… haaah… hiik, hiik, hauk, nngh, nn… aaa….
――How much time had passed?
Time meant nothing to Emilia anymore; her mind was melting into sludge. But as Mona slowly, teasingly prodded her rectum, drawing who-knew-what inside, Emilia could sense something changing in her flesh.
Not outward. Not visible. No superficial shift.
It was deeper. Fundamental. From within, her very core was being rewritten, invaded, altered—and she knew it all too clearly.
How many….
How many spells? How many incantations were being carved into her? How many traces now lingered beyond that filthy hole she'd always despised, etched eternally in her ass?
Invisible to her eyes, only the burning afterimages remained… and her vision blurred further with every pulse.
Huuuuh….
“……Hnnf. For now… this'll do.”
Mona wiped sweat from her brow and let out a long sigh. Even with demonic stamina and focus, pushing further would be too much.
“Ahaha♪ So cute, Lia.”
Mona peered down at the mess in Emilia's crotch, eyes narrowed in glee. The rectal torment had shattered her control; beyond the slutty pussy drool, she'd pissed herself pathetically, tears of urine trickling out. With her urethra plugged by a brush, she couldn't even spray freely—just pathetic dribbles, a heartbreaking sight.
Those female fluids were a feast for the meat familiar binding her. It was already absorbing the pussy juices and piss, leaving only faint traces—soon to vanish entirely.
Heehee.
The magically fixed brushes stayed lodged no matter how Emilia strained or thrashed. Mona commanded the tentacles to release her ass, then sealed the adorable pucker with five fresh, drug-drenched brushes—more than her pussy. Left like this, her anus and rectum would warp into something obscenely lewd.
The rest would come from the inscribed magic circles and implanted lust worms. Just imagining it soaked Mona's own crotch in arousal.
――Aah, I can't wait.
――Aah, this'll be bliss.
Drunk on ecstasy, she anticipated the results to come. Her hands never stopped: swapping out brushes in every hole, repositioning Emilia to slather aphrodisiac on those luscious tits and nipples, fine-tuning her tender care.
Emilia's flushed face and glassy eyes betrayed her exhaustion. Too drained for real reactions, she merely trembled in feverish haze… leaking moans at each invasive change….
And so Mona's remodeling playtime ended. Driven by Melrn Count's orders—and her own succubus whims—it had barely scratched the surface of the basics.
Deeper modifications awaited in the days ahead, but Emilia, lost in the isolated chamber under Mona's devoted care, had no inkling.
By the time she staggered from the underground back to the surface, night had fallen completely outside.