The Apocalypse Ritual: Count Melrn and the Meat-Toilet Succubus Mona (Part 2)
*Slurp... Slurp... Slurp... Schluurp... Mmm... Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...*
In the altar room with its stone chamber atmosphere, right in front of the central altar. Mona, revealing her succubus form without hiding it, clings to Count Melrn's crotch, taking his vigorously erect cock into her mouth and sucking it eagerly. She uses her lips, tongue, cheeks, and even her throat. Her delicate hands massage and caress his balls and the base of his shaft freely, adding devoted service.
But unlike Mona's exquisite movements that savor the ecstasy slowly, Count Melrn urges her to get on with the real service. This isn't like his sessions with Emilia—it's just a mechanical relief to drain the yin energy overflowing in his body. No obligation to make her enjoy it.
"Master's cock... Hoo... ♡"
Responding to his urging, Mona strokes the shaft more aggressively, but slyly leaves room for her own pleasure. Master's too rough from the start. I'm a succubus, always starving for essence... especially Master's essence. A little more care would be nice. Even the highest-quality man is barely an appetizer for her. Only Count Melrn, bound by contract and infused with the Demon King's fragments, can truly satisfy her.
So why can't he savor this time a bit more? Understand my feelings... Is that too much to ask? ...Maybe it is. For now... just enjoy what's here.
To ensure he doesn't cast her aside on a whim, Mona sucks the cock filling her mouth with all her might, devoted to the male organ. Lewd, vulgar sounds echo—smack, smack. As she grinds and bobs her head fervently, the shaft slides in and out of her mouth, filling the narrow stone chamber with obscene noises.
*Slurp slurp slurp slurp schluurp schloop schloop slurp... Nngh... Glrk... Hooongh...*
She treats it like a priceless treasure, handling it with utmost care and skill honed by succubus instinct. She hollows her cheeks to suck hard, wraps her soft, warm tongue around it—a grip that would make any ordinary man cum just from the embrace. The thick, heavy meat rod rests fully on her tongue. His balls roll in her palm. The yin energy, saturated from the fragments he's absorbed, pours through the swallowed meat stick—whoosh, whoosh.
Ngh... Nngaaaaah~~~~!
Mona can't control it—her succubus body goes into heat. Beneath her thin, slutty outfit barely covering her precious parts, the tips of her voluptuous breasts and her lewd clit erect fully, hypersensitive. No panties under her flipped skirt—her exposed pussy drools obscene nectar.
As a succubus, she must control her own climaxes to give her target maximum pleasure, syncing orgasms at peak moments for deeper satisfaction and richer essence extraction. Orgasm control is succubus basics.
But even Mona can't resist Count Melrn's cock. Facing him, all control fails—body and mind lost to runaway pleasure and heat. Just like now. Her will ignored, the slutty nubs erect on their own.
*Slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp schloop slurp slurp smack slurp slurp slurp*
Mona sticks out her tongue, servicing eagerly. One hand juggles his balls like toys, heightening stimulation. The other unconsciously slips to her pussy, rubbing the slit under her skirt. She teases her engorged clit, peeling back the hood and fidgeting... pleasuring herself.
Nngh...! Ngh... Hooongh...!
Ah... really... this is succubus disqualification...
Putting my desires over satisfying Master... what a dumb slut succubus... but I can't help it...
Master's cock is like drugs to her. His yin energy captivates and tempts. How could she refuse? How not get aroused?
...Love it... love it... love it...
Feeling his cock fill her mouth, the ecstatic yin soaking her body. Pushed over by the sensation and her own masturbation, Mona climaxes. So easily...
* * *
*Mmm... Mmph... Hoom... Schloooorp... Slurp slurp slurp schlooorp...*
Not satisfied after one orgasm, she keeps masturbating while servicing. Mouth clamped on the shaft, pretty face bobbing—fingers that rubbed her clit now plunge her pussy hole. A lewd meat hole with eternal virgin tightness yet ripened whore's grip and folds. Transparent nectar drips from her probing fingers to the floor.
Just as she's about to cum again, Count Melrn's ejaculation urge builds. His hands grip her horns, fixing her head, thrusting into her sucking mouth-pussy to unleash.
*Spurt... Gush... Gush... Gush... Splurt... Gush... Gush...*
Semen floods deep—spurt spurt. She feels it batter her throat, conquer her mouth with thick yin.
"Nngoooooh~~~♥"
*Schlooorp... Gulp... Gulp...*
Ecstatic sensation. Flavor, scent, texture—all divine. Determined not to spill a drop, she sucks desperately, swallowing it all. Gulping makes her slender throat bob greedily. She kneads his balls lightly—more is fine—sucking the still-buried cock even harder—smack smack.
She cums again. As his semen pounds her throat, coats her tongue, she climaxes helplessly—multiple times, even. Despite his early finish from yin overload, she peaked two, three... maybe more times just from one load.
Haa... so embarrassing... but it's Master's cock...
Nothing to be done. Unavoidable.
"Hmph."
Her eyes glazed with lust, devil tail wagging like an obedient dog. Looking down at her shamelessness, Count Melrn snorts in contempt. Even that feels sweetly perverse to Mona.
She wants more of his beloved cock—smack smack—but he pulls back, yanking it free. "Ah..." she sighs, full of regret. Semen-mixed saliva drools from her lips.
"Enough pointless crap. Stand there and offer your hole. As a toilet substitute, your pussy's usable."
"...Aah... Hee... Yesss...♥"
Face melting in bliss, she hurriedly strips her token lower garment. Her slutty crotch emerges—an ideal female slit, pristine, vivid, pheromone-laden. A perfect succubus pussy, outer and inner, guaranteed to send any man to heaven. Now fully exposed.
Her top remains, but barely covers breasts and nipples—sides open, exposing underarms and sideboob.
"Kyaa...!"
He yanks it up forcibly—her plump, luscious tits bounce free. Perfectly sculpted to stoke male desire, nipples rigidly erect and demanding.
Emilia once thought them ideal in shape and size. Count Melrn just frowns, eyeing the vulgar flesh mockingly.
Not excessively big—slightly larger than Emilia's, no sag, but softer, riper. Emilia's human beauty rivals a succubus, but Mona's body is crafted from male ideals—undeniably perfect. Yet to him, any woman but Emilia might look like contemptible sows.
His actual feelings match. But leaving that aside, his male lust functions fully. Objectively, her tits tempt and arouse.
So, with a stern, cold gaze, he reaches out, squiiiish, kneading the luscious orbs.
"Ah... Nngh... M-Master... a bit more... s-softer...♥"
Testing the bounce with his palm, he squeezes and kneads firmly. Not Emilia, so no gentleness—just cold, self-serving groping and toying. He pinches the hard nipples hard, savoring the texture through his fingers.
Each time, the yin-drunk succubus Mona moans virginally, shuddering sluttily at the breast pleasure.