I Shall Do As You Command (3)
Not only the Melrn Count was undressing. Another maid had crept up close unnoticed and, without being ordered, began stripping off the highly revealing dress Emilia wore.
...She knew it would come to this anyway. With a resigned heart, Emilia surrendered her body to the maid and gazed down sadly at the clothes tumbling and peeling away piece by piece.
It wasn't long before Emilia was stripped all the way down to her underwear in one swift motion, left utterly naked. Her garments were neatly folded to the side, her underthings placed atop them for clear visibility—an obscenely provocative display.
Similarly nude, the Melrn Count's body was firm and toned, etched with lean muscles like a seasoned officer. He drank in Emilia's form with fresh admiration before drawing her deeper into the room.
Standing before the bed, she exuded an unavoidable dignity. It was as if invisible threads from the heavens tugged her head upright, holding her posture impeccably straight. Yet her body, inflamed by the Lewd Curse, flushed faintly peach-pink; her cheeks burned crimson, her breaths came ragged.
What did he make of her like this? The Melrn Count said nothing, merely narrowing his eyes as he circled her, appraising her like a specimen. This gaze differed from yesterday's—another layer of scrutiny. Not mere admiration for the body he so adored, but piercing insight into what changes his contracted demon, Mona, had wrought upon her. How did she differ from last night...?
...That stare makes my skin crawl.
Her body stood rigid and straight. Feminine curves bloomed generously, yet fresh as fruit just plucked. Calmly, the Melrn Count surveyed her: healthy, supple limbs stretching gracefully; delicate, narrow shoulders; full, luscious breasts tracing elegant arcs, flowing into a smooth belly and navel... then lower still, to her hips and the hairless, pristine mound.
He observed. Examined. Dissected. Savored.
Though he merely prowled nearby, Emilia's body wafted a pheromone perfume sweeter and more intoxicating than any scent—honeyed, laced with the supple musk of a bitch in heat. It intensified with every pang of shame and tension his unsettling gaze provoked.
Between his legs, fully exposed, his cock stood rigid and monstrous. Catching sight of it, Emilia swallowed hard—gulp.
――Huh... what is this...
――My head... my mind... it's drifting...
She had to focus. Her thoughts. Right now, before her stood a man she could never forgive—yet could not ignore. If she lost hold of herself, if her mind blanked and she surrendered to raw lust, there might be no turning back...
So, pull yourself together. Steel your will.
"Hah... hah... Emilia... Emiliaaa..."
Drool... drool...
As Emilia desperately clung to reason, fighting her instincts, the Melrn Count—unleashed like a colt off the reins or a feral hound—loomed with bloodshot eyes, saliva dribbling from his grinning maw in excessive rivulets. Could so much even pour from a human mouth? It strung down like a beast's from his gaping jaws.
His crimson gaze fixed on her. His desire burned unmistakably toward Emilia.
"Hah... ah... Emi... lia... my Emilia... could you... spread your legs a bit...? Yes... like that... arms... behind your back, perhaps...? Hahhh... perfect... just like that, I beg you... hah... haaa!"
"Ngh...!"
She flinched!
The Melrn Count leaned in close, his head thrusting forward. That hot, beastly breath washed over her flawless skin, making her shudder involuntarily.
...Frankly, Emilia—who felt no fear before terrifying wyrms or dragons—found herself tinged with faint terror at his demeanor. No, less fear than revulsion. Like anyone recoiling from insects or vermin...
She trembled faintly, but her commanded upright stance held firm.
The Melrn Count brought his eyes near, huffing his breath into every crevice as he inspected her, then tentatively—almost slyly—began caressing her body with his hands. First her arms, so soft and yielding. Her shoulders, her graceful back. Then her breasts, kneading as if to etch their resilient fullness into his palms.
Overwhelmed by their softness and heft, he drooled harder, exhaling ragged with lust. Yet his touch remained polite, gentle—savoring like one delicately devouring a gourmet feast, slowly massaging to relish every texture.
Ngh... nngh...
Emilia's body quivered; faint moans escaped despite herself, her white teeth flashing between parted lips.
Something... something's wrong...
My breasts... they shouldn't feel this good...
More sensitive than last night...
"Emilia... have these breasts been modified too...?"
"......Some strange potion... was applied..."
"I see. That Mystic Aphrodisiac from the Demon Realm, hm...? Such pretty, lovable tits... I adore your arrogance, my love, but this... so different from that haughty spirit... fuu, what a delightful feel... yes... if it tames nicely like this... I'm looking forward to it... so eager..."
Knead... knead... rub... massage... knead... knead... knead... knead...
"Ngh... ah... ah... strange... my breasts... feel so weird... so good... getting so good..."
His hands softly worked her breasts—those developing mounds like her mother's, not yet matching their mature ripeness, but vibrant with youthful bounce. He toyed with them freely. Not just palming, but drawing close to lightly nip and suck. The sides, the undersides, then the peaks—nipples and areolae—devoured ravenously in his mouth.
Knead... knead... slurp... chuuup... suck...
"Ah... hah... ah... nngh... w-wait... hii... aaang♡"
Her plump, firm young breasts, kneaded and suckled tenderly. Emilia could no longer stifle her moans, spilling them freely as she pleaded with the Melrn Count. Yet her arms stayed locked behind her; her body shook but she couldn't flee.
――It feels good. Just having her breasts fondled, suckled... it feels too good.
The Melrn Count rolled her perky, erect nipples with his tongue inside his mouth, areola and all.
Nngh... mm... hnn... ngh...
Rolled. Rolled. His hot, thick tongue toyed with her nipples—tasting, occasionally sucking with wet pops. The tip delving into their dimpled tips, pressing deep, sent sweet jolts of pleasure.
And unmistakably, each tease heightened her sensitivity... her pitiful nipples growing ever more responsive... as if dormant potential awakened, blooming within her breasts...
"W-wait... just a moment... Melrn Count... nngh... hnnk... aaah... please, wait..."
She couldn't trust the bliss surging through her chest. Her nipples, toyed in his mouth, throbbed erect and swollen. Each suck, each lick, brought shivers of ecstasy she'd never known. Moaning in this novel sweetness, she called his name in plea.
Her thighs quivered; nectar already drooled from her slit, pattering to the floor.
The Melrn Count finally released her breast with wet pops, kissing up to her nape and collarbone, then claiming her lips in a deep kiss.
Mmchuu... mmuup...
The kiss tasted strangely sweet, bewildering Emilia as he pressed his body flush, inspecting the rest: from breasts to waist, her sleek abdomen and navel; the lewd lower belly guarding her womb, etched with the womb-shaped Lewd Curse tattoo. Down to her plump ass and the sticky cleft between her thighs.
"Ah, aaah...! Nngh...! Nnnhuung...!"
His thick hands roamed her naked form possessively, kneading freely. Everywhere they touched felt like exquisitely primed erogenous zones—Emilia's face crumpled, bitch-like moans spilling uncontrollably.
What is this? Why does it feel so good wherever he touches?
I hate him. Loathe him enough to kill him on the spot.
But... but... these hands stroking her, rudely groping, firm and caressing... they felt so damn good...
Her mind reeled, teetering on the brink of infatuation...
Chuuup... chuuup... chuuup... mmm... huung... hnnngh...!
Shivering in electric ecstasy, Emilia stood with legs parted defenselessly, offering her body as he palmed her soft labia whole...
Then whispered hotly in her ear.
――I love you.
――I love you, my Emilia.
――I love you, love you. I truly love you...
Confessions she'd heard countless times. Yet now, laced with arousal and murmured so intimately, they sent uncanny tremors through her brain.
"Hnnk...! Aaa...!!"
"No... don't... say that... ahh... no... nooooo...!!"
Her heart quaked. An eerie euphoria swelled. Melting in bliss, Emilia's brows furrowed like trembling willow leaves as she whimpered piteously...