Apocalyptic Ritual: Count Melrn and Meat-Toilet Succubus Mona (4)
Haah… haah… ha… aaah…! Trembling… trembling…!
Standing before the altar, her arms pinned by Count Melrn, the succubus Mona—self-proclaimed flesh urinal and sex slave—shuddered in the lingering throes of deep climax. Her brown skin glistened lewdly with sweat pouring from every inch of her body, drool trickling from her gaping mouth.
“……”
Only after pumping out his seed to his satisfaction inside Mona's still-pleasurably clenching pussy did Count Melrn finally withdraw his rigid cock. With that, he released her arms. Deprived of support, Mona collapsed forward with a thud.
She ended up sprawled on the floor, ass obscenely raised. At least the thick red carpet kept the surface from being too hard. One might call it harsh treatment, but a tool could be tossed aside or handled however the owner pleased.
Ahaah… ah… Master's seed… so hot… I'm so happy…♡
“Get up, you vulgar slut. We're not done yet.”
Count Melrn's cold voice rained down on Mona as she lay there, ass quivering shamefully. As he said, even after cumming twice, his cock stood firm and proud, veins throbbing prominently.
The Maou's Egg—even just a fragment—couldn't be sated with this much yin energy upon absorption. It was merely a brief release to help his body adjust. And even that was far from enough.
Mona knew this all too well.
“Hnn… ah…”
Count Melrn's curt command was brutal for Mona, whose body felt numb from repeated orgasms. Yet she propped herself up on trembling arms and slowly rose.
Her face was blissfully slack. Her unstable body swayed this way and that. The yin energy and mana lingering from the ritual to awaken the Maou's Egg made her flesh even more unbearably aroused near the altar.
“……We'll move somewhere else and continue.”
“Yesss… as you command…♥”
Count Melrn turned and exited the altar room, cock still exposed. Mona staggered after him in near-total nudity, her crotch dripping his fresh cum in scattered trails on the floor…
Their depravity wouldn't end even after pulling an all-nighter in the pitch-black new moon night, thick with sultry darkness that only deepened…
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Screeech… creak…
Beyond the ornate curtains, morning sunlight poured in, accompanied by birdsong. How do they sing so innocently near a place this ominous… Emilia Edenberts thought hazily as she woke.
Last night, she'd been utterly dominated by her hated enemy, Count Melrn, but her fatigue wasn't as crushing as on the first day. Back then, the Yin Pattern—the Lewd Curse on her lower abdomen—had reshaped her body from the ground up overnight, tormenting her flesh relentlessly. She'd slept in late yesterday because of it, but today her eyes snapped open at her usual early hour.
She glanced around the room. No Mona. She had no idea what to do next. The lingering grime in her belly, the sticky sweat and fluids clinging to her skin—she wanted to wash it all away. But in this situation, bathing felt like primping for Count Melrn's sake, which repulsed her.
Would Mona or the count barge in anyway and use her at will? Or puppet her like a marionette, forcing her to bathe, eat, and obey every whim?
Lost in such thoughts, she felt like giving up entirely—just lie there and do nothing. It wasn't like her usual spirited self.
……It's been three days since I was captured here…
What can I even do…?
She hadn't surrendered her mind, though. Action required motive. Already enslaved by Mona's spell to Count Melrn, what options did she have?
…The spell…
The collar symbolizing her slavery still encircled Emilia's neck. Even if removed, the spell was irrevocably fused to her flesh and the Yin Pattern on her lower abdomen.
I know almost nothing about this…
She had knowledge of basic magic, enhancement spells, or dumping hero's mana into massive attacks. But curses like this weren't her specialty.
She'd need a specialist mage, but could a human even counter demon magic, leagues beyond human capability?
So what now? What cards did she have?
Running… but with this spell, he could drag me back anytime. No clue on its range…
One failed escape would make the next impossible. Caution upon caution, then—for escape or rebellion. The spell was the biggest obstacle.
……Maybe… the holy sword…
The Edenberts hero lineage passed down a holy sword that selected the next hero and granted special power. Emilia had felt that Hero's Blessing firsthand to some extent.
Her father had told her it could vanquish demons and sever their essence—a vague tale for a child.
If that's true…
Her recollection was fuzzy from childhood, but she clung to it like a straw. Having a goal, however slim, sparked some vitality.
Find the holy sword. That was her immediate task.
Beyond that… the mansion's layout… Count Melrn's schedule… Mona's surveillance… the spell's mechanics… I need to scout everything…
How long will it take…? Busy times ahead… I absolutely can't submit until then…
Creeeak—
As Emilia lay on the bed, organizing her thoughts for the days ahead, the door suddenly opened. Someone entered.
Seeing the prim black-and-white maid uniform, she first thought it was Mona. But it was a different maid.
“You're awake. Good morning, Lady Emilia.”
Come to think of it, she vaguely recalled passing her in the halls. The tall maid wore a modest uniform reaching her ankles, her long black hair tied in a single ponytail topped with a white headpiece. Most striking were her thin-rimmed glasses, giving an intellectual air. Her doll-like impassive expression suited them perfectly, evoking a noble lady or debutante dressed as a maid for amusement.
Pat, pat…
She approached silently. Noting Emilia's wariness, her expression barely shifted as she introduced herself calmly.
“Pleased to meet you. I am Hilde, head maid of Melrn Count's mansion. Mona just finished her duties and is resting, so I've come in her stead to attend you.”
“……Head maid…?”
“Yes. Please feel free to address me casually.”
“You look young for that. Too young to be head maid.”
Hilde simply nodded. Her age was close to Emilia's. Normally, head maids or butlers were elderly.
This defied Emilia's expectations—Hilde seemed far too youthful for the role. Though her refined, noble aura made it fitting enough…
“There are special circumstances. …Truth be told, I'm the only sane employee left in this mansion.”
“……Sane…?”
“Don't worry about it. You'll understand as you live here.”
One more thing: Seeing her in a maid outfit like Mona, Emilia wondered if she was a demon or succubus too. Fortunately, Hilde quickly dispelled that.
“I'm human. I should be more to your liking, Lady Emilia.”
Mona was a demon, and though Count Melrn was human, he was deranged and the opposite sex. No high hopes for this woman as his lackey, either.
Still, Emilia felt a slight, very slight relief deep down—like finding a compatriot in this isolated hell.
“First, let's get you washed. You don't plan to wander the mansion in that filthy state, do you? No dress until you're clean, so unless you intend to go naked, please get out of bed.”
“……Yes.”
Just a few years older. A mere commoner compared to a noble countess's bloodline. No real threat.
Yet that stern voice stirred a nostalgic pang, like her mother's scoldings from childhood. Meekly, Emilia slid from the bed.