Maid Chief Hilde, A Moment of Peace (5)
Ah… aaah… ungh… ngh… eek… hwaang… aaa… The lewd moans of Hero Emilia, the full-throated cries of a bitch in heat, echoed through the dimly lit dining room.
Bracing her hands on the table, Emilia offered up her pussy even as she told herself this man was her hated enemy, her foe—yet she couldn't help thrusting her ass back toward him, presenting herself. And there before her, the Count Melrn struggled to rein in his surging demonic lust, even as he swung his hips with ever greater ferocity.
Amid this knife-edge dance of predator and prey, of fucking and being fucked, the capable Maid Chief Hilde moved silently about the room. She adjusted the lighting with quiet precision, lit incense suited to the moment, crafting the perfect atmosphere. To make the pair feel even more depraved. To guide them toward an even more satisfying rut. As capable as ever, she proved her worth with meticulous movements, shaping the space beyond their conscious awareness, step by step.
“Emilia… tonight… you’re even more beautiful… so wanton… somehow hotter than before… feels so good…”
“Ngh… eek… th-this isn’t… for the likes of you…”
Unlike his usual self, the Count Melrn’s words came out dazed, almost drunken. Emilia squeezed out her response through her fevered haze, but she knew it was a lie. Her body burned hotter than usual. Her pussy was drenched, slick and sloppy. This flesh of hers was in full estrus, beyond control… all because of Count Melrn.
She knew full well that she looked more beautiful tonight, trembling and panting like a slut, all to tempt him further. Crystal clear, undeniable. But she could never admit it. She absolutely mustn’t.
* * *
Haa… haa… haat… eek…!
Squelch… squelch…
Count Melrn plunged his searing cock deep into Emilia’s overheated pussy. Then, mounting her from behind, he wrapped his arms around her and kneaded her plump breasts with both hands. The sensation of a ripe female in heat, her mature flesh yielding under his palms. Emilia twitched and moaned at the ticklish yet firmer-than-usual grip.
Something… something felt good… Better than before… so much better… From the cock buried inside her… something was leaking out… seeping into her… She couldn’t think straight… It just kept feeling better and better…
“Emilia, does it feel good?”
“N-no… way…”
The denial trailed off into a haze, refusing to form properly. Normally, she’d have spat it out with more defiance. But now, as he kneaded her tits, his hands crept higher, pinching and twisting her rock-hard nipples.
Hweek…!
A cute squeak escaped her lips.
“I’ll ask again. Does it feel good? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“……Ngh…!”
Emilia shook her head furiously. She bit her lip, clamping it shut. If she opened her mouth, something wrong might slip out… So she couldn’t speak…
What’s going on… with Count Melrn… this is weird… what happened…
It’s always felt good before… like I might float away…
But this is different… something… so much better… digging deep inside me…
Drip… splatter…
Her pussy, stuffed full with his cock, frothed with overflowing juices that bubbled down her thighs. So obscene. She couldn’t control her body. Deep pleasure drowned everything, leaving no room for thought…
“Emilia, Emilia… sorry, but right now… I can only say I’m sorry… My love for you… I wanted to cherish it more… cherish it more…!!”
His voice twisted, eerie and warped, like something bubbling up from hell, words spilling in a hellish tongue. The demonic energy surged stronger through his buried shaft, through their joined flesh…!
Driiiip… driiiip…
“Ngh… hyaa…?!”
She startled at the warm trickle sliding down her ass and spine. A viscous liquid. Transparent, it oozed from the Count’s hands, covered in strange tattoo-like markings. No cup in hand—just pouring from his skin like a faucet… splashing onto her body.
“Ahh, sorry. Sorry, my Emilia…!”
……?
He kept apologizing. For what? What was so sorry about it? Emilia puzzled over it, but soon understood.
Driiiip… whoosh…
“……?!”
Suddenly, the heat boiling inside her intensified. The bizarre viscous fluid he’d splashed on her back soaked in, igniting her already aphrodisiac-cursed body—thanks to the Enchantment of Infatuation—even further.
――A liquid like an aphrodisiac.
――A special fluid that drove women mad.
As contractor to the succubus Mona, Count Melrn naturally wielded some of her powers. This was one: a succubus essence refined from demonic lust, arousing the target down to their soul. Unable to contain the massive demonic urge swelling inside him, he’d sprayed a flood of this aphrodisiac fluid onto Emilia.
And now, he spread it across her slender, pale, lovely back. Over her shoulders and nape where it hadn’t soaked in. Her armpits and arms, now awakening as erogenous zones. Her ass, and even the front untouched by the fluid. Her heaving breasts and cleavage, then her belly and navel… the lower abdomen with its yin pattern, her groin, inner thighs… He slathered her body slick with the transparent goo, like prepping meat before cooking…
“Ha… ah… aaah…!”
“Ugh… ah… kyaaah… hiiiiiik…!!”
As it seeped in, the aphrodisiac essence absorbed into her flesh. Emilia’s body corrupted rapidly. Her skin burned, impatience gnawing unbearably. Something crawled beneath her flesh… Her whole body hypersensitive, intolerable…
Her breasts, swinging pendulously over the table, swelled fuller, nipples erect to the limit, flushed and throbbing. Hard as stones, ready to burst at the slightest touch.
“Aaah… hngh… ngh…! Wh-what… is… nngh…!”
“Sorry… I’m sorry, Emilia… aaah, Emilia…!”
His fingers slipped between her pretty lips. The same fluid that had dripped from his hands and arms now oozed along his fingers into her mouth. Drip, drip. Drip, drip. Into the mouth still tasting of his recent cum, he poured heaps of this estrus-inducing nectar…
“Mmph… mmfuu…!!”
Gulp… gulp…
She swallowed it all, every drop. She felt the warm liquid slide down her throat, hit her stomach, seep into her cells. Felt it changing her from the inside…
“Mmmngh… oo… hngp…!!”
“Sorry… it’s rough, isn’t it, Emilia… sorry… sorry… aaah… but…”
Feels good, he didn’t say. Instead, he thrust his cock back into her tightening, sopping honey pot, now clamping down harder than ever. Her hypersensitive, frantic depths devoured his shaft mercilessly…!
Aaah… aaaah… this…!
C-can’t… take it… ugh… ooooooh…!!
Her body’s heat melted her mind. Vision spinning, brain dissolving. Meanwhile, he drew more of that fluid from his cock. Not hot cum from the tip, but a mucous ooze seeping from every inch of the shaft, filling her pussy to the brim…
“…………!”
It slickened her already sloppy walls even more. But it soaked steadily into the fleshy folds, into her cervix, estrusing her cunt. Making it more sensitive, more depraved, unbearable. The fluid vanished in moments, absorbed instantly. But its effects lingered vividly in her flesh…
“Emi… lia…! Aaah… sorry… sorry…!!”
“Ngh… hnggggh…♥”
Squelch…
Each twitch of his hips, each twist of his cock, sent unbearable, fiery pleasure scorching through her. Aaah, this… this… there’s no way… she could endure… this…