#10 Apocalypse Ritual, Count Melrn and the Meat Toilet Succubus Mona (3)
Uhhng… hng… ng… ah… hnggh… ng… Lewd sounds spilled endlessly from Mona's lips as she nestled in his arms. This lascivious bitch, born and built as a living meat toilet, was always like this. The slightest touch, the merest tease, and she let out slutty sighs to stoke a man's primal urges. It wasn't mere acting—she genuinely adapted, found ways to revel in it, threw herself into heat with utter sincerity to seduce him.
Her face melted into vulgar bliss at the faintest caress. Her gaze all but declared, "Use me however you like," "I'm your convenient cock-sleeve."
"Ah… haa… Masterrr…♥ Hng… Devro, my Masterrr…♥ Does my chest feel good…?"
Her face flushed with obscene ecstasy, Mona twisted to gaze back at Count Melrn, who held her from behind, her hot breath spilling out. Any man—be he chaste, cold-hearted, or a virgin untouched by women—would falter under such a sight, utterly ensnared.
——Vulgar.
But Count Melrn merely harbored that faint impression as he kneaded her breasts. He had the enviable privilege any man would covet—to wield this succubus bitch at will—yet it stirred no thrill in him. It was no more than scarfing down junk food to sate a petty hunger. No awe, no rapture; just casually using a sex toy or slave to vent the rising lust in his body.
…Roughly that level of sensation, anyway.
'…Still, I have to admit she's a top-tier woman in her own right.'
From Count Melrn's perspective, women other than Emilia were all much the same. But as a pure fucktoy, Mona was undoubtedly first-class… no, superlative. He possessed that much discernment.
Of course, no matter how pleasurable or enticing, he'd never waste affection or attachment on a mere sex tool…
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"Stick your ass out here, you vulgar slut."
Knead… knead… Having thoroughly tested the springy give of Mona's plump breasts, Count Melrn smacked that shapely rear and issued his cold, stern command.
"Ahaha♡… Yesss…!"
Even under such treatment, Mona wore a blissful smile as she staggered to the altar before them, placed her hands on its edge, and thrust her ass back. Leaning slightly forward, her mature tits swayed pendulously beneath her hiked-up top.
A slender line befitting a woman, like Emilia's, it tapered to a cinched waist before blooming into voluptuous feminine curves at the hips. Emilia's body was womanly enough, but Mona's succubus hips—optimized solely for devouring male lust—were broader, rounder still. A humid, fuckable swell; that round, slutty ass any man, all hundred out of a hundred, would call "beautiful" or "irresistible."
Facing those feminine contours, Count Melrn felt nothing beyond vulgar as he groped her ass with his hand.
"Nghhh… Master's hand… feels so gooood…♥"
The slightest touch set her quivering in delight. From the slit of her crotch, her bitch-juices drooled in sticky rivulets, staining the floor.
——Vulgar whore.
Without hiding his contemptuous gaze, the count raised his hand and swung it down toward her ass.
Smack!Slap!
Nghk… hnggh…!
Count Melrn had held back slightly—a warning to restrain herself—but even the sharp slap of flesh and stinging impact left Mona oozing her fluids in rapture.
"Haa… ahh… Master… hurryyy… I want Master's cock… so bad…."
Her face slack with vulgarity, Mona glanced back, one hand reaching behind to yank her cheek aside. Her labia parted, fully exposing the glistening, honey-drooling hole within.
…No foreplay needed. Her pussy was ripe and ready, twitching hungrily, drooling in anticipation of his cock.
His shaft—still slick from her recent fellatio, that jagged, dark-red monstrosity—pressed against her folds. Count Melrn ground the fat glans into her entrance and thrust his hips forward.
Squelch… With a wet, sucking sound, the dark-red meat-rod—the male symbol—burrowed into her slutty gash.
"Ah… aaaaaaahhh…♥♥♥"
A simple thrust. No consideration for her—just a single, deep plunge to the hilt, calm and gentlemanly in its ruthlessness, perfectly suiting his nature. The shaft scraped and stretched her winding meat-walls, grinding schlurp inward.
That alone sent stars bursting before Mona's eyes, her mind fogging with dreamy haze.
'Ah, haha… Me… a succubus….'
A dream demon, an lust fiend meant to toy with men, drain their essence, conquer them. She who should always loom superior, dominant over males.
Yet a single cock-thrust reduced her to this… inevitable. He was her master, her weakness—the man who'd absorbed over half the Demon King's fragments, her root and primal origin. A subjugated bitch like her could never best such a stud….
Squelch… glurk… schlick… schlick… squelch… schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlicksquelch…
"Ah… haaa…! Aaah… Master… Maaaster…♥!"
Count Melrn said nothing, whispered no sweet nothings. With mechanical detachment—like wielding a tool—he pistoned his hips, slamming the rod home.
Mona's depths were scorching, sopping wet. Even mid-climax, she clenched to please him, her walls writhing and squeezing in lewd devotion—impressively slutty.
"……."
Squelch… schlick… splorch… Nghhh… hnggh…
Feeling her pussy's texture through his cock, Count Melrn toyed with the shaft for his own satisfaction alone. He stabbed and ground mercilessly into her depths or whatever spots piqued his curiosity, heedless of her.
Each time, Mona wailed helplessly. He jabbed the ceiling of her pussy with his glans-tip, churned her clinging walls with furious strokes, battered her deepest Portio like knocking down a door—pounding, crushing, grinding.
"Aa… ah…♥ Hng…♥ Nnghiii…♥♥"
Her arms trembled on the altar, legs wobbling unsteadily. She moaned in pitiful ecstasy—a pose to ignite male dominance. Her flushed face hung slack and sloppy; each thrust jolted her body, sending her exposed tits jiggling downward.
Her urethra spurted intermittent squirts, while her pussy frothed and bubbled slut-juice.
'Ah, aaah… Feels so good… so gooood….'
'Master's cock… too gooood…!'
Orgasms crashed over her without end, waves sweeping her relentlessly. Yet even as they drowned her, she diligently milked her succubus pussy, striving to please Count Melrn—regardless of how it tormented her further.
His cock etched sharper in her senses, her sensitive walls clinging tighter, drowning her in sweeter ecstasy. Even if the pleasure turned violently overwhelming, she didn't care.
Squelch…! Griiind…!
"Hii… aa…♥"
His downward-thrusting cock slammed the base of her clenching depths, glans battering her cervix like it might bruise her guts.
Mona sighed in rapture, panting lewdly, spilling her joy.
"Ah, haa…♥ Amazing… aa… Maaaster…♥"
"Ah, hng, cl, closer… deeper… harder's fine… aa… haaa… as you desireee… hyaaaang…♥"
"Shut it, you vulgar thing," Count Melrn spat.
Her pointed demon ears, her brown skin unlike Emilia's, her riper tits and ass—everything irked him. He berated her relentlessly, slamming his hips deeper.
But the heavy rod's invading girth amid his abuse only filled Mona with masochistic bliss, her cries joyful.
Aaang, ah, eut, hngiii♥ Hyaaaang, ng, eut… aaang…♥
Before she knew it, her hands slipped from the altar; her slender arms were pinned in Count Melrn's grip.
The helpless restraint of male strength—inescapable by her woman's power—sent her arousal soaring.
'Aa… restrained by Master… can't escape… so haaappy….'
Griiind…!
Her excitement tightened her folds further around his cock. He frowned at the pressure but never slowed, tormenting her pussy all the more freely.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick schlick-schlick splorch squelch splat splat smack smack smack smack…!
"Aa…♥ Cumming… cumming again… Maaaster…♥ Been cumming non-stop…♥"
"Hold it. I'm about to cum."
"Ah, hngk… y-yes… I'll hold… nghhh…♥!!"
Mona tensed on tiptoe, straining to stifle her pleasure. Pathetic for a succubus, she thought again—yet felt his master's heavy cock plunge deep once more….
Gurgle…. Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, GLOOORP…!
Bluuuuurp…!
Spuuuurt…!!
"Ah… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~~~~♥♥♥"
She unleashed her pent-up orgasms with his creampie, the overflowing yang-essence flipping her mind into utter surrender.
Shudder-shudder-shudder…! Sploosh… Spraaay…!
Her convulsing body squirted shameful tides onto the floor, twice, thrice over.