Maid Chief Hilde, A Fleeting Peace (6)
Gulk…! Gulk… Gulk… Gulk… Gulk… The aphrodisiac brewed from yin energy seeped deep into Emilia's body—from the outside in, even permeating her very pussy. With his viciously erect cock thrust into her honey pot, the Melrn Count poured thick, dense semen inside her. The same potent, yin-laden seed he'd just spilled into her mouth moments ago, now dumped unreservedly into her depths…
"Nng… Hnngh… Aaah…♥!!"
The semen flooding her womb reacted—whether to its scorching heat or the yin energy it carried—and the yin pattern etched on her lower abdomen glowed fiercely beneath her dress, igniting her with a savage, uncontrollable blaze. Zap… Zap…! An exquisite climax no ordinary life could ever grant. No, not even most whores had tasted anything like this bizarre, profound peak—a heavy orgasm striking at the core of her soul. As ecstasy overtook her, Emilia's body tensed, her pussy spasming wildly, clamping down on the Melrn Count's meat rod with a kkuuuuuh…!
Savoring that sensation—the hot, sticky grip of her pussy flesh crying out like it was begging for love—the Melrn Count gasped in admiration and unleashed the last of his load to his satisfaction.
……How long did the two of them bask in the afterglow of climax and ejaculation? Finally, with a hint of reluctance, the Melrn Count withdrew his cock from her scorching honey pot. Her tight pussy hole spat out the thick white fluid he'd pumped in, letting it dribble down in rivulets. The dense semen in her womb would soon be devoured and digested entirely by the lust worms implanted there.
"Haa… Ah…! Haa… Haa… Haa… Haa… Haa…."
Emilia slumped over the dining table, panting amid her sweat. The heat in her body hadn't fully subsided. True, accepting his seed deep inside had calmed her somewhat, but her pounding heart and hypersensitive flesh—inside and out—still throbbed relentlessly…
But….
"…Let's call it here for now…."
"Ah… Heh…?"
"Any more, and it'd be too much for you. …You'd surely break beyond endurance… Not yet, at least…."
The Melrn Count murmured something. Emilia couldn't grasp his words—her fevered mind had lost all capacity for judgment. Before she knew it, her mouth moved on its own, spilling words against her will.
"N-No… More…!"
――Not yet, not enough.
――She didn't know how to handle this blazing body, this maddened flesh…!
A torrent of emotions, desires, and the impatient fire raging through her body pushed her back, forcing fragmented pleas from her lips. …She'd barely avoided outright begging him directly, thanks to the scraps of reason clinging on, but as she dripped his semen from her slit and shook her ass in seductive invitation, she looked every bit the bitch in heat.
The Melrn Count furrowed his brows in agony, his face twisting. Not for any other reason—he himself teetered on the edge of surrendering to desire right then. Giving in would be easy, but he couldn't. His wish, his obsession, was to tempt and corrupt Emilia slowly, over time. To vent every ounce of the deep affection he'd once held for the hero's lineage—and the hatred he'd never sated—upon her. For that, he couldn't let shallow impulses rule him.
――He craved her ruin and fall. But not some hasty collapse to base male lust… That wasn't the destruction he desired, nor the corruption he envisioned. If he acted, it had to be thorough, insidious. From a position of control, not one where he was swept away. Pursuing his desires in this mutual frenzy would surely lead to bitter regret later.
The truly precious must be cherished longer.
The truly delicious comes after full preparation.
Emilia was irreplaceable. The root of his desires, the sole remaining hero—everything to him.
――So, he had to endure. Like a wolf stalking fine prey. Even if it meant starving himself, he'd fatten the lamb, make it plump and glossy… Then, at his hungriest, when she was at her ripest, devour her slowly, savoring every moment….
"Emilia, my love."
Suppressing the hellfire-black inferno of desire within, the Melrn Count turned her body—ass still swaying temptingly toward him. Her flushed, tormented face betrayed how the yin defiling her insides drove her mad. He licked it with his tongue, then wiped the faint traces of white from her lips with his finger. And then, he pressed his lips to hers. Those healthy red, thin, soft lips. A simple kiss—just touching, sharing body heat. Their breaths mingling through slightly parted lips. He held it long, letting his breath seep through her mouth into every corner of her body… before finally pulling away.
Emilia's dazed eyes regained a flicker of calm only after he parted. Realizing what she'd done—and what had been done to her—she flushed crimson.
…That sight, too, was utterly lovable.
"I'm truly sorry this happened. I hadn't meant to go beyond the meal."
"…You can do whatever you want… you trash."
"True. I've always done so, and I will continue. …But there's only one of you… So I must savor you longer, more enjoyably."
Creeeak. He bared a chilling wolfish grin, lips dripping with anticipation, declaring it boldly without shame.
At that proclamation, Emilia—still burning with unrest—clicked her tongue and averted her gaze to hide it. Finding even that adorable, the Melrn Count stepped back.
"Ahh, Emilia, Emilia."
"I truly love you. I love you so much as the hero's bloodline."
"And just as much… I hate you, daughter of that Edgar Edenberts."
"As much as I love you."
"I hate you that much."
"……So, I have no intention of settling for shallow feelings or acts."
Half-collapsed on the table, Emilia slid down when his supporting arm withdrew, crumpling to the floor beneath it. The Melrn Count left without another word.
Her dress a wrinkled mess, splattered with white stains here and there, Emilia sat there dazed for a while longer. But soon, Maid Chief Hilde helped her to her feet.
…Her body was hot… Unbearably so….
‘…He hates me…?’
She still couldn't comprehend it. He was clearly some incomprehensible breed. He claimed to be a fan of the hero, yet his actions and words… What feelings did he truly hold for heroes? What had happened? Emilia pondered it again, utterly baffled.
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In the end, she didn't see the Melrn Count even after lunch. Under Hilde's guidance, Emilia washed up right away, and drinking a pretty potion from a vial Hilde prepared eased the heat in her body somewhat. She finished the rest of her meal, then spent the afternoon as she had the morning—simple routines following Hilde. Checking books in the oversized study that didn't suit the count, viewing the garden Hilde tended and breathing fresh air…
Of course, she couldn't leave the mansion, but she could explore its interiors to some extent. How meaningful that was, though, she couldn't say.
"This mansion is under the labyrinth spell."
"The inside looks nothing like the outside, and the layout shifts periodically."
According to Hilde's explanation, that was the case. Today's memorized paths might change by tomorrow. Only those inscribed with a guide spell via Mona or bearing special talismans could navigate without minding the magic.
……Come to think of it, was that why they'd kept her from wandering alone since she arrived? Maybe not just surveillance—stray too far, and she might wander the mansion till she dropped dead… No, even a vast estate couldn't be that bad, surely….
"If that ever happens, just call for help. Master can find you anywhere."
"…Even if I were dying, I wouldn't. I'd rather die."
"If it comes to that, cry out ‘Count, I love you!’ He'll come like lightning."
"You hear me?"
In any case, that evening too, without seeing the Melrn Count, Emilia dined alone. After three days, she'd enjoyed a peaceful afternoon and evening, returning to her room.
She had no idea what kept the Melrn Count away. Or why he'd seemed so off today.
‘Maybe he's dying. Hope so.’
‘Just drop dead, Melrn Count.’
If curses worked by will alone, she'd have minced him into paté a hundred times over with her dark, festering thoughts. Thus brooding, Emilia returned to her room under Maid Chief Hilde's guidance.
She parted with Hilde at her door. As head maid, she couldn't tend only to Emilia. No other plans today… It was early, but she could rest now.
‘Free time… Maybe plot an escape….’
Time couldn't be wasted. Hilde gone, she finally had time alone. For what lay ahead, she had to use it wisely—
"Maa~~~~aaaan, my sweeeetheart~~~~♪"
—Wisely…
Why, oh why, was that damned succubus—Melrn Count's contracted demon and lackey, Mona—in her room? Why? Why….
……
…A bad feeling crept in….
