I'll Do Exactly As You Command (4)
Aah… ha… haaht… u… ungh… ahhn… haa… haaah… fuuuh…
In the wide, luxurious room, under dim, seductive lighting, lewd moans echo through the air.
The Melrn Count clings to Emilia, hugging her tightly from behind as he caresses her body. One hand delves into her crotch. The other kneads her bountiful breasts, like ripe, succulent fruit. His fingers relish the delightful weight of her flesh, never ceasing their torment of her perky, erect nipples.
The hand at her crotch savors the texture of her labia at will, then occasionally rubs gently over her hood, teasing that budding sprout of a clitoris to melt away her reason.
Emilia's legs tremble and quiver. As time passes, her defenses unravel, her mind dissolving into that of a wanton bitch. The Melrn Count embraces her even tighter, as if cherishing the sight.
He buries his face in the nape of her neck, licking and nipping at her pale skin with kisses, drawing her deeper into temptation.
"Ah… aaah… fuha… ah…♡"
She's melting. Melting away. Her reason is melting.
Every time the Melrn Count's hands touch her, every time they toy with her sensitive spots at will, Emilia can't resist feeling her will, her thoughts, her very consciousness blur and dissolve into sticky haze.
The Melrn Count's fingers knead and tease her nipples. His thick, firm hand fiddles freely with her pussy.
Her supple flesh, so soft and feminine, sweet and sensitive. He gropes it like a toy, without restraint.
…Each time, a pleasure like nerves being stroked directly surges through her, forcing Emilia to grimace and leak moans.
――What is this… it's weird… definitely weird…
――How can my body disobey me like this…? This isn't…
Her body, completely beyond control, feels repulsive. The fact that mere touches can arouse her this much is repulsive.
The sensation of her nipples being toyed with, the feel of her pussy being played with in his hand—it's all repulsive.
Lewd Curse. Lewd Curse. Lewd Curse.
Emilia's body is dominated by the lewd curse. The lust worms Mona implanted. The lewd aura they emit. The spells Mona inscribed.
She doesn't even know what effects each one has, but her body is undeniably no longer normal…
This body can't be saved… There's no hope for this body…
"Such a soft, touchable, warm body, Emilia. …Born for me, prepared for me. Thank you so much. I love you."
"Ah… no… that's not… nooo… u… uht…"
The Melrn Count's teasing continues. He entwines his legs with hers, spreading them wider. Then, into that shamefully exposed cleft in her crotch, into the hole between, one of his thick fingers plunges.
Schlup…
That finger invading her tight hole. Emilia's pussy welcomes it, her wrinkled inner walls clinging and squeezing his finger.
…As if proclaiming how aroused her body is, the hole grips fiercely, burning hot and slick…
"Emilia, Emilia… my Emilia…"
Squelch… squelch… schlup… schlup… schlup… schluuup…
"Ah… ah… haaa… stop… stop… ah, no… ah… haaah…♡"
Every time the Melrn Count's finger scrapes her vaginal walls. Every time it stirs and stimulates her inner flesh at will. Every time it rubs those twisted folds, ridges, and bumps freely.
…And then, pinpointing her weak spot and tormenting it relentlessly.
Pathetic sighs escape her trembling lips, and pussy juices drool from the invaded hole.
Ahng, hahiik, heuk, fuuuk… haat, hahek, aheuk, kuhahng…
"Gheeeek♡ Nooo♡ There, thereee… nooooo…♥"
The Melrn Count's fingers expertly rub her weak point. She can't resist. Can't resist. Can't resist.
She even feels love in the strong arms embracing her. Solidity in the hand kneading her breasts.
Before she knows it, Emilia can barely stand straight, her legs quivering perilously. She leans her weight, her body, entirely against the Melrn Count just to stay upright.
As if she's throwing herself into his arms.
How utterly pathetic. A heroine. A platinum-rank adventurer. The noble daughter of the Edenberts hero lineage.
Offering herself to the hated enemy she must avenge, the scum who serves the demons against humanity.
The Melrn Count, adoring even this sight, presses his nose into the top of her head under her chin, inhaling deeply as he continues caressing her body.
Drip, drip, her pussy juices fall, dirtying the floor…
Haat, haa…!
'No… no more… I can't take anymore…'
Her knees tremble shamefully, shaking. Her face flushed red. The expression of a lewd bitch in heat.
Drool dribbles from her gaping mouth, and those clear blue eyes, so like her father's, now gleam with carnal lust.
Schlurp, squish, squish, squish, squelch, slurrrp, squish, slurp, slurrrrp, schlop, schlop, schlop, schlop, schlop, schlop, schlop, schluuuurp…
"Haat, het, ut, ha, haaaang, aaang♥ Ahhhnngggg♥♥"
"Oot…♥♥ Oooht♥ Ut, un, at, aaang, ooooohng♥♥ Cumminggg♥♥"
……Ugh.
She's… cumming…!!
The finger grinding her pussy's weak spot, her G-spot, suddenly withdraws.
But not to free her—it's to drive in the final nail.
His fingers, slick with her juices, and another one too, now target her clitoris. Peeling back the hood to expose that tiny, vulnerable pearl, he expertly kneads it from the root upward.
"Grooooh♥ Kuhuuuung♥♥♥ Ah, nooooo~~~~~♥♥!!!"
Lightning-like pleasure strikes her entire body, slamming into her mind.
Emilia throws her head back, howling. The pleasure, built to its peak, explodes as his fingers pinch and lift her clit.
"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♥♥♥♥"
Fuaaaaaaaaah! Haaaaaaaahng! Aaang…!
Orgasmic shock pierces from her clit root to the crown of her head. Climactic ecstasy.
Her pussy squirts juices wildly, and with a lewd face, her body convulses under the onslaught.
She climaxes. She cums.
Her reason melts endlessly under the pleasure dominating her body, that massive bomb of ecstasy.
Hoooook… huuk… oot… ut…
The aftershocks torment her. From that mouth that had wailed beastly cries of orgasm so lewdly, intermittent moans still leak out, savoring the lingering pleasure.
Aah, what do I do… what now…
To cum for a man like this… So humiliating, so shameful…
* * *
――This has become quite entertaining, the Melrn Count muttered as he inspected and savored Emilia's post-climax body.
Probably referring to Mona's modifications. Muttering to himself without intending for her to hear, he seems almost mad now.
It's creepy. Disgusting.
The Melrn Count thoroughly examines her entire body as if confirming more details, then takes her hand and leads her to the bed.
Her body, frozen stiff before the bed, regains some freedom.
"Could you get on all fours there, my love?"
But that freedom is meaningless. She simply obeys, crawling onto the bed's center like a dog.
Not forced down, but of her own will.
'This body… can't refuse anyway…'
Resignation colors Emilia's beautiful form as her feminine curves, that round ass, turn toward the Melrn Count.
He approaches her rear, spreads her cheeks wide, and inspects the hole between.
"Ah…! D-don't look…!"
Her pussy, her labia—she could maybe get used to that somehow.
But this time, it's her anus under scrutiny. The hole for excretion, deeply ingrained as dirty, brings unparalleled shame.
But…
"Why not? It's clean, Emilia. Even if it weren't, I'd love anything of yours, anywhere."
"Ah, aah…! Shut up… shut up… don't… there… it's dirty… impure… aah…!"
The Melrn Count extends his tongue, kissing her anus as if it were her lips. Lovingly.
He presses his mouth freely to that vivid-colored hole, made pristine by Mona's lust worms and spells, sucking greedily.
Smack, smack,
Slurping obscenely, coating it with saliva, thrusting his thick tongue into the narrow entrance to probe and stimulate.
"Ah, aaah, ah, aaaahng…♥"
Shame at having her dirty, impure hole stimulated. Plus, a new sensation she's never experienced leaves Emilia flustered.
It's her first time being handled like this. The shock of this feeling from her anus.
This is what it feels like to have your ass tormented. This is the pleasure.
…Probably specially modified by Mona, her anus performs admirably even in its first torment, delivering several times the euphoria straight to her brain…
