Head Maid Hilde, A Moment of Peace (3)
Right before her eyes was a man's cock—the first time she'd ever seen one this close up. It was undoubtedly larger than average, and in its current bizarre state, it seemed even more massive and ferocious than usual.
Emilia gazed at it vacantly, her eyes glazed over as if utterly entranced, but she soon lifted her chin and brought her face closer at Hilde's instruction.
...Huh...
Wh... why... am I... doing this...
She felt no coercive force from the Spell of Submission. Hilde, being an ordinary human, probably lacked the authority to wield it anyway. Yet Emilia drew her face nearer to that thing all the same, as if pushed by some invisible hand, following the maid's command without resistance.
Ah, right. This wasn't someone forcing her. It was her—her body, her soul—that craved his cock...
Sniiiiif... Haaah... Sniiiiif... Haaah...
First, the scent. As if desperate to memorize every inch of the organ before her, she pressed her nose right against it and inhaled deeply, over and over.
"...!"
What... what the hell is this? So this is what a man's cock smells like...?
Eh...?
It felt thick and musky, like raw flesh, laced with a distinctive fishy, pungent tang. Nothing like the sweet, soft fragrance of a woman's body—this was the unavoidable, rigid stench unique to a male in heat. As she breathed it in, Emilia felt her heart thump! wildly, pounding out of control.
What... what is this smell...? I can't resist it... Ahh... what do I do...?
I'm... gonna be a prisoner to it... Ahh... forever...
She wanted to smell it forever. To cling to this cock before her eyes eternally, to become one with it...
Sniiiiif... Haaah... Sniiiiif... Haaah...!
Emilia rubbed the tip of her nose against it, sniffing greedily from top to bottom, then bottom to top, as if etching the scent deep into her brain. The thick aroma. The thick male musk. The thick cock-stink. That thing, that thing..!
"Lady Emilia, smelling it alone isn't enough. Please, move on to the next step."
Hilde was still gnawing steadily on that forearm. The slender arm was drenched in blood, yet she stroked the crazed Count Melrn's face with calm—no, faintly pleased—composure. Why the hell was she making that face? What was Hilde thinking right now...?
Such questions flickered through Emilia's mind only briefly. She simply obeyed, shifting to the next act as directed.
The tip of the swollen, purplish-black shaft, engorged with erection. At its very head... the glans... a clear fluid was oozing out, trickling down in a steady drip. Emilia didn't know it yet, but what she called Cowper's fluid, she lapped up with her red, soft tongue, then planted a light kiss on the glans.
Mwah...
As her warm tongue and lips made contact, Count Melrn's rigidly erect cock twitched and shuddered. A strange moan seemed to escape the mouth that chewed on Hilde's arm.
For some reason, Emilia found the sight oddly cute—a thought her normal self would have rejected even on pain of death.
"――――――"
Like... this...?
Hilde's instructions continued, and though Emilia felt awkward and unpracticed with this first-time act, she followed them to the letter. She stuck out her red tongue and licked along the count's cock from top to bottom, savoring it.
It tasted bitter in places, fishy in others, with a raw, masculine flavor that matched its overpowering scent. Emilia's tentative licks and tastes were endearing, praiseworthy.
Lick... Lick... Slurp... Slurp... Smooch...
From merely wrapping her tongue around the glans or gingerly tracing the shaft, her movements grew bolder, her tongue and lips more daring. Her inexperience was compensated by Hilde's strict guidance.
Her first blowjob service. Driven by an irresistible impulse, Emilia lost herself in a trance, striving to satisfy Count Melrn's cock.
Ahh, no, that's not it.
This isn't for his satisfaction... It's just... I want it... I want it...!
Slurp... Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...
The hot meat rod pressing against her tongue. The rigid erection slipping between her lips. Emilia savored its taste more vividly with every moment, imprinting it on her mind: its shape, its flavor. She wrapped her tongue around it, nibbled with her lips, growing ever more aggressive with that cock...!
Mmm... Mmm...
As she serviced the cock with her tongue, Emilia unwittingly began grinding her pussy against the floor. Every thorough lick of the glans and underside sent an indescribable tingle radiating through her core. It burned hot... as if she were sucking there with her mouth...
Her pussy had grown slick before she knew it, soaking the thin fabric of her panties. It throbbed desperately, aching for something...
"Just like that—now take it into your mouth as if swallowing... You're doing well... Yes, keep your lips over your teeth—"
After coating the shaft thoroughly with her saliva via tongue, Emilia followed the next command: she kissed the glans lightly, parting her lips to take it in, then pulled back, repeating the motion.
The hero's delicate lips meeting the grotesque meat rod in a lover's kiss. The mingling Cowper's fluid and her spit formed thin strands between them—an obscenely lewd sight.
From teasing the tip with her lips, Emilia bowed her head deeper, engulfing Count Melrn's erect cock far into her mouth.
Sluuuurp... A vulgar sound escaped her lips. Her mouth filled completely with his hot member. Saliva dribbled from the corners...
"Mmm... Mmmph... Hnnngh..."
Sluuuurp... Sluuuurp...
With his cock before her, Emilia bobbed her head slowly, taking it in and out repeatedly. Sometimes she held it full in her mouth, sucking schlurp-schlurp, swirling her tongue around it, stimulating the shaft with her entire oral cavity. Like sucking a lollipop, she slurped and swallowed in service.
Lips, tongue, cheeks—every touch sent shivers of pleasure flooding through her, overwhelming her senses...
Ahh... What is this... It feels so good... This taste is too good... Every lick... every suck... it tingles so much...
...Forever... like this... always...
Mmmph... Mmm... Hnnngh... Schlurp... Slurrrp... Schlurp... Schlurp... Schluuuuurp...
The coarse pubic hair tickled her pretty face, but she didn't care. She winced now and then, yet even that irritation felt good somehow. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, throbbing. Already brimming with bliss, she still shook her hips unconsciously, craving more. Her aroused nipples rubbed against her undergarments, drawing an involuntary "Nngh..." moan.
Her mind tingled... Ahh... Feels so good...
"E... mil... ia..."
Then, a voice came from above. Hilde's arm was free at last. The red glow in Count Melrn's eyes had faded somewhat. Recognizing Emilia barely, he looked down at her servicing his cock.
His veiny hands gripped her head from both sides, yanking it forward roughly.
"Mmph... Hnnngh...!"
The meaty shaft, a bit too much for her mouth, plunged straight to the back of her throat in one thrust. For a split second, her airway blocked, panic flaring at the deep intrusion—but in her current unnatural state, she felt impossible pleasure and ecstasy instead, moaning joyfully.
Schlurp... Slurrrp... Schlurp... Schlurp... Schlurp... Schlurp... Schlurp... Hnnngh... Mmm... Mmph... Schlurp... Slurrrrp...
Emilia's blowjob continued. Count Melrn mostly let her take the lead, luxuriating in it leisurely. Occasionally, with his unnaturally strong grip, he'd force her head down, stabbing his cock deep into her throat.
Ah... ah... so... goooood...
Whatever he did, Emilia simply sighed in the joy dominating her body, her pussy dripping lewdly. Like a bitch in heat, she wagged her slightly raised hips, signaling her delight in servicing the cock before her. If she had a tail, it would have wagged furiously side to side.
"Yes, Lady Emilia... A bit more delicately... You have talent, but don't get too emotional... Like that... Yes..."
At her side, Hilde wiped the blood from her arm, issuing precise commands. Her sharp, unflinching gaze allowed no sloth, correcting and training relentlessly.
Emilia, lost in ecstasy, continued her mouth-pussy service in a rapture...
"Haaah... Emilia... Emilia... I'm so happy... So incredibly happy... Haaah...!"
"Mmmph...!"
Count Melrn, still gripping her face, suddenly stood from the chair. Thrusting his hips freely, he ravaged her mouth at will—twisting and probing, deep-throating, withdrawing with spins, prodding her cheeks and tongue everywhere...
"Mmmph... Hnngh... Mmmph...♡!!"
Each thrust of his cock, scouring every corner of her mouth, blanked her mind white, sending unbearable currents of pleasure surging through her body. It pierced from her lower half up her spine to her scalp. Through her thin dress, the yin pattern tattooed on her lower abdomen glowed luridly...
"Hnnngh! Mmph... Mmmph...!!"
"Grraaah... Cumming... Emilia...!!"
His cock plunged deep. The moment it hit the depths of her throat, Count Melrn unleashed his pent-up semen and yin energy straight into her.
Gush... Gush... Gush... Gush... Gush...
"Nngh... Hnnnngh...♥♥♥!!"
The first hot rush of semen flooding her throat. In that instant, piercing ecstasy shot through her body, and Emilia climaxed as a female in one explosive wave...