I'll Do Exactly As You Command (6)
*Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, squelch, squelch, squish, squelch, splurt, splat, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack...*
'...So hot...'
'Inside... it's grinding wildly... rubbing... thrusting... so heavy...'
Ah... Aah... Haaang... Nng... Ungh... Euung... Hng... Nng... Aah...
Moans spill from her lips. Every time the Count Melrn's cock—that thick, heavy meat rod—pierces Emilia's twisting, clenching vaginal walls, every time it scrapes her layered folds, a brain-shaking pleasure surges through her, leaving her helpless.
Emilia remains prone on the bed, taking that massive shaft into her hole. Her ripe-peach ass, like a well-ripened fruit, slaps against his pelvis and thighs with each forward thrust, echoing with fleshy impacts.
Her narrow shoulders. The graceful curve of her back. That fragile form stirring a man's lust—it's utterly lovable. Sweat beads on her back and forehead, and as time passes, the scent of a lewd bitch in heat gradually intensifies.
The Count Melrn, savoring Emilia's pussy and those vaginal walls at a leisurely pace, suddenly shifts his rhythm. He presses down from above with that rigid cock, slamming it heavily like a piston.
"—Nngh♥?!"
Just as she'd started adapting to the shallow back-and-forth in her winding depths, his abrupt change makes her voice leap out.
From above to below. In this position where he covers her from behind, that erect meat rod bears down with a heavy *squuuuush*. It wasn't just the usual in-and-out stabbing at her core, where her walls clung with wet *schlurps*. Now it weighted one side, birthing entirely new sensations of pressure.
And not just that. The tip of his shaft, the Count's thick glans, grinds against Emilia's cervix at a perfect angle with a *squuuuush*.
The ridge called the coronal sulcus. That slightly firm ring of flesh. Something she shouldn't even feel properly yet, undeveloped... But thanks to Mona's spell, her X-spot sulcus—now fully tuned—is toyed with mercilessly, rubbed and teased by his glans.
"Ughguuuuh~~~~♥ Hngguuuuuh~~~~~♥♥"
Still face-down, Emilia's legs twitch faintly below her knees as she resists the pleasure. She can't trust the waves crashing over her. Her reason melts in the mind-muddling ecstasy.
*Squuuuush...! Rub, rub... Ungh... Ngh... Hngguuuh...*
Unlike before, he keeps his cock buried deep, targeting her sulcus with focused assault. No pulling back and thrusting—just twisting angles, shifting pressure, grinding *squish-squish* deep into her pussy like he's marking her.
Her cunt feels defiled by his male tool. In her mind, that dark-red, thick, grotesque glans clings to her womb entrance, kissing and soiling it, impossible to shake off.
'...Definitely... this spot... feels the best... maybe as good as the clit... different sensation, but...'
'This is dangerous... my heart will surrender first...'
Face-down on the bed, Emilia clutches the sheets, half-burying her face. She subtly shifts her angle, trying not to let the Count notice, changing position stealthily.
As sneakily as possible. Like a secret little maneuver.
But such things are meaningless.
"...Insolent."
"Ah...!"
So defenseless. Everything exposed. To the paranoid Count Melrn, such tricks can't slip by. Even before that, it's too obvious. No matter her veteran adventurer skills, on this bed she's just a third-rate virgin whore on day one of opening shop. She has no technique or knowledge to pull off what she wants undetected.
"Insolent. Insolent, Hero. Insolent, Emilia."
"Ah... Ngh... Aah...!"
*Schlurp... Squish, squish...!*
The Count thrusts his hips harder, completely enveloping her back in his embrace, pressing deep. Her raised slender waist can't withstand his weight and flattens against the bed.
"Insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent."
*Schlurp, schlurp, schlurp, schlurp, schlurp.*
Whispering the word repeatedly in a damp, low voice, he grinds and rubs his root-deep cock even harder into her slick, squelching depths. Lewd wet *squelches* echo.
But more than that, her womb is the problem.
'Ngh, ah, uh, oo, nng...!!'
'Ah, no, no, this position, this position...!!! My, my womb... it's being crushed!!!'
In this pose, his heavy cock feels like it's flattening her entire womb, entrance and all. Pinned between his shaft and the bed, her lower belly squishes against the sheets with a *squuuuush*. Her womb entrance, once just pushed back, now rebounds from the bed, rubbing with even fiercer pressure—
"Ah, aah, no, no, Count Melrn...!! Hngguuuuh... Ahiiiik♥ Sorry, sorry...!! Aaaaaaaaah...♥!!"
"Insolent, insolent, insolent, insolent, Emilia. Why reject my love. Why reject my heart. Why, why, why, why."
"Ah, ah, st, stoop, nngh, oooooh♥~~~!!!"
She can't endure the ecstatic bliss from her squished womb. Her mind tingles... She can't think straight.
His deeply embedded cock dominates every inch of her narrow, winding pussy, tormenting without mercy. Her sulcus, relentlessly teased by Mona's spell, gifts her endless pleasure and orgasms.
Muttering like a sulking child—"Insolent, why won't you accept my love"—the Count continues her womb training. He rubs and grinds her fatal weakness, imprinting his memory into that precious place with sticky persistence.
Tormented. Tormented.
"...!! ...!! ......!!!"
Only beastly screams and pathetic moans escape Emilia's lips.
—This is the price for dodging his love. The cost of trying to cheat the overwhelming pleasure, now poured lavishly upon her.
His cock, that thick glans, freely rubs and grinds her womb entrance's weakest spot. Each *rub-rub* makes her bed-buried pussy spurt lewd defeat-surrender juices in repeated gushes.
*Schlick, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, schlick, squuuuush, squuuuush, squuuuush, grind...!*
"Ha, haaah, ah...♥!! C, Count... Count Melrn... St, stop... Aah...!!"
No, no—Emilia shakes her head, spilling denials over and over. Pointless. The Count persistently torments her womb, methodically conquering every sensitive spot.
—I love you, he says. The voice in her ear has shifted from fearful repetitions to confessions of love.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you."
He loves all of Emilia. Her voice. Her fragile body. Her hero's bloodline. Her pussy. This lewd, meaty fold of walls, formed and prepared through generations of heroes—he truly, truly loves it.
...Endless, answerless declarations of such love continue from the Count.
'...My womb... throbbing so hard it hurts... like it's begging for his baby... heart pounding...'
*Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.*
"Ah, aah... Sorry... Sorry... Please... Forgive... Hng... F, forgive me... Hngguuh... Uugh...♥"
*Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squish, squuuuush.*
"My, my belly... aches... womb... aching... throbbing... throbbing... It's weird... going crazy...."
*Squuuush, squish, squish, squish, squish, squelch.*
"Ha, haaaah...♥ Aah, aaaaaaaaaah...♥♥♥"
Amid repeated climaxes, pathetic moans, apologies, and pleas pour endlessly from Emilia's mouth. Her slender body trembles violently with each womb press; her lithe legs kick and stretch adorably.
Haaah... Haaah... Haa... Haa... Haa... Haa... Haa... Haaa...
—How long had her womb been trained like that? At some point, the Count's cock pulls slightly from her womb—though still mostly buried inside—and stops moving.
Emilia, finally freed from the unbearable training despite the heavy presence in her pussy, catches her breath.
*Hoo... Hng... Hoo... Hoo!*
Haaa... Haa... Haa...
Prone and trembling faintly against the bed, she heaves like a bellows, inhaling desperately.
Aah... My body's so hot... Body, body burning... Womb feels too good... Like this... I can't...
"Haa... Ngh...!?"
*Slide... Swish...*
Emilia, heaving defenselessly to cool her heat and ecstasy, is forcibly lifted by the Count's hands—rest time over. Her legs are raised with a *squish*, flipping her from prone to staring at the ceiling.
Right above, inches from her face, the Count Melrn's visage draws near...
"Ah... Haa~...♥"
As her body turns, his cock—briefly slipped out—probes her slit a few times before finding its home and *squuuuushing* back in.
At the same moment, the Count pulls her body into a face-to-face embrace, pressing his lips to her pretty ones...