As You Command (5)
Haah... haah... haah... Heek... heek... Hngh... She collapses limply onto the bed. Her upper body pressed flat against the sheets, face down, while her hips remain thrust upward in a posture of utter vulnerability. Emilia's firm, plump breasts are squished and flattened between her body and the mattress. This is a disgraceful sight she never would have shown anyone since growing out of her mischievous childhood days—she simply pants heavily, gasping for breath.
"―――――"
Melrn Count pulls his face away from Emilia's ass, showering it with praise. Delicious, he says, her asshole is so tasty I can hardly stand it, his face beaming with joy.
――No more... I hate this now...
――Even my filthy hole... my asshole... it's been defiled... by a man like this... by this man...
The eerie sensation of her asshole being ravaged lingers as a trauma-level shock, swirling through Emilia's mind. It keeps resurfacing relentlessly... Is this what it feels like to have your asshole violated...? A stimulation so different from her pussy... something she could never resist... She despises her own body for feeling ecstasy from it.
...This wretched flesh of mine... I hate it so much...
* * *
'Her anal sensitivity development seems sufficient.'
Melrn Count, having savored the taste of Emilia's defenseless asshole at his leisure, observes her reactions and analyzes them coolly in his mind. He can easily deduce the extent and type of modifications applied—having teamed up with Mona to observe from the sidelines. Of course, he could just ask her outright, but at some point, it became a game for him to figure it out himself and guess correctly.
The basics like Sexual Sensitivity Development, Sensitivity Amplification, and Forced Arousal are simple to spot. On top of that: Anal Sensitivity Development, Whole-Body Pussyfication, Weak Pussyfication, Flesh Freshness Preservation... and probably a few more. No confirmation, but he can guess there are additional switches to turn Emilia into a bitch in heat.
Impressive—they crammed all this in just one day, he marvels. Probably only possible because it's Emilia. A strange sense of pride swells in him as he gazes down at her.
Her adorable, sweet-looking ass trembles faintly. He strokes the pale skin, then teases her asshole with his fingers, tickling it lightly.
Hik...!
Emilia flinches, trying to twist away, but when Melrn Count slaps her ass and tells her to stay still, she obeys instantly. Instead, she exhales hotter, more ragged breaths onto the pillow half-buried under her face.
He caresses the feminine, mouthwatering curves of her hips, toys with her asshole, and ponders further. Emilia's body is already utterly transformed from the girl she was yesterday, reshaped by Mona's modifications. Her outward form hasn't changed—he loves it as is. But inside, in places unseen, it's fallen into wretched depravity.
However. However, he has to say.
Emilia's modifications aren't complete. She needs deeper training.
――Emilia must love me.
――The hero's bloodline, my Emilia, must be mine forever.
――I love her this much.
――Emilia, you must love me too.
We must love each other. We want to love each other. We'll become husband and wife. The two of us will. Even if it's in the form of master and slave, Emilia will become his perfectly obedient slave bride, never defying his words. But that's a minor detail. If her slavish devotion stems from love, it's no issue. Just like how Melrn Count treats her now—harsh as it seems, it's all driven by love.
I love you. I love you. I love you. So you—love me too.
'Together.'
'Let's share the same love... Ahh... my love... my beloved Emilia... my love, Hero Emiliaaa...'
Hik...! Eut...! Hnghut...!
Emilia's slender shoulders twitch as he continues teasing her hypersensitive asshole. Sweat beads on the graceful curve of her back, making it quiver pitifully. Her plump, enticing ass trembles along with it... I want to devour it all... Chew it up and swallow every bit...
Melrn Count drools heavily from his wolfish maw, unable to hold back any longer. He positions his throbbing cock against the juicy cleft of Emilia's exposed crotch.
* * *
From the moment she entered this room—perhaps from after dinner. No, maybe even earlier, from when they sat together, feeding each other. Emilia had felt the lust worms implanted in her body pleading with her, the myriad spells etched into her flesh activating.
To a woman who had known no man until now, it was an overwhelmingly alien, sweetly tempting sensation. If she were experienced, a whore accustomed to men, she might have grasped the disconnect and controlled herself. But for her—a virgin until yesterday, familiar only with masturbation and fantasy—there was no way to handle this bizarre, aroused body's estrangement.
Poor girl. All those years of chastity, upholding nobility and pride worthy of her bloodline... now poison to her. She has no regrets. But the fact that it gives her hated enemy even greater pleasure and satisfaction fills her with heartbreaking sorrow.
And beyond that sorrow, the heat of arousal and desire echoing from her womb has grown even greater still...
"Emilia. Take good care of me again tonight."
"Shu...t up... I hate... you..."
'Ahh... hurry... put it in quick... it itches there... my body's burning up... please... now...'
Her labored real-world words overlap with the frantic whispers in her mind. ...Her womb throbs like a heartbeat. ...A dull ache inside, an unbearable itch. The raging heat can't be endured; she can't accept or believe her own craving for a male.
To such a confused girl, still dutifully presenting her ass and crotch. Melrn Count's glans touches the slick, pussy-juice-soaked meaty slit—
Zqueek...!
And plunges in with one thrust.
Tzujjeeeuk...!
"Ugh...... Hngh...!"
The thick glans pries open Emilia's tight, hot pussy. Darker red than yesterday, it forces her narrow entrance wider with far less resistance and slides inside. Due to their height difference and the angle, it's like pounding down from above. His rigid cock slices through the layered, winding folds of her vaginal walls, ravaging her pussy meat as it advances.
Deeper still. Savoring Emilia's sweet vaginal flesh, even deeper.
"Uoo... oout... hwoo... uu......"
To the sensation of the leisurely intruding cock—heavy mass parting her folds, rubbing against her inner wrinkles—Emilia breathes shallowly and raggedly, tense.
'Ahh, what do I do? What do I do.'
'It's going deeper... already halfway...? Half? No, I can't tell how much... can't even sense where it ends...'
'At this rate, it'll reach the deepest part... definitely... that sensation from yesterday... impossible to forget...'
'And... it'll be even more intense than yesterday... I can feel it... my womb... the thing inside it... it's rejoicing, anticipating...'
'No... that's just my imagination... my womb, that place... it's definitely craving... this man's... Melrn Count's cock――'
"Relax a bit, Emilia. It'll feel better for you that way."
Before she knows it, Melrn Count has leaned over her from behind, pressing close. His sturdy arms extend to either side of her prone body for support. His nearly fully inserted cock continues its slow, deliberate push.
"Relax, Hero."
Melrn Count demands again. Whether from the spell's compulsion or reassurance in his voice, her body slackens... and he seizes the moment, slamming his cock to the hilt in one go.
Tzukkkuuuuk...!! Jjeeuk...!
"Hnguuuuuh...♥ Oo...uk...♥♥"
Hoook... hook... hut... ut... hnghut...
Swallowed to the root, Melrn Count's cock reaches Emilia's deepest depths leisurely, pressing firmly against the end. No pain. The heavy pressure crushing her innards is there, but the spells have converted it all to pleasure.
"Ooooh... so chewy... clinging tighter than yesterday... delicious...!!"
Different from the fresh burst when he first deflowered her virgin pussy yesterday. Though still Emilia's pussy, it feels fundamentally altered—supremely lewd, perfectly remodeled and prepared. Her inner walls wrap and squeeze his meat rod, that rigid shaft, in ecstatic welcome. Layered flesh folds, winding slutty meat walls cling omjook-omjook as if savoring it with rapture.