Emilia and the Swamp of Evil, and Princess Mine and Count Melrn (4)
“Ahh… haah… ah… mm… ah…♥”
“Lia, Lia, Lia, Lia, Liaaaaa~ Aww, you’re so cuuuute~.”
Rub rub, squish squish, fondle… fondle… The succubus Mona, still straddling Emilia from above, continues tormenting her nipples relentlessly. She kneads those plump breasts with delicate precision, teasing the stiffly erect nipples as if painting something atop them. And each time, the lingering yin energy of Count Melrn inside her transforms into an aphrodisiac-like substance, igniting Emilia’s body with insatiable arousal.
Ugh… haah… mm… ah…!! I shouldn’t be feeling like this. She knows she shouldn’t, but there’s no escape. Mona’s touches are relentless and masterful, as if she knows every single spot of pleasure Emilia is aware of—or isn’t.
‘Ugh… resistance… I can barely… even with just her touching my nipples…!’
“Hm? Oh? Lia, you’re still holding out?”
Mona gazes down at Emilia, who’s gritting her teeth and desperately fighting back the ecstasy, her eyes filled with genuine puzzlement this time. The spell Mona is layering over her refines Count Melrn’s yin energy into an aphrodisiac component—and it’s extraordinarily potent. Any ordinary woman would have climaxed solo more than ten times by now….
‘Ah… something’s blocking it.’
‘It’s the Hero’s Blessing.’
Come to think of it, during Emilia’s body modification before, things hadn’t progressed as smoothly as expected. On the flip side, her stamina held out far longer than other females, allowing modifications that would’ve been impossible otherwise.
Of course. Makes sense. Mona has little knowledge of the Hero’s Blessing itself, so she hadn’t realized—but she’ll need to keep it in mind from now on.
‘So that’s it~ Not an easy girl after all~.’
Mona flicks out her tongue and licks her lips seductively. Her gaze grows even more lascivious, like a predator eyeing delicious prey. Along with it, her succubus tail—winding and swaying in tune with Emilia’s emotions—turns toward Mona’s own pussy, slithering closer. The thin, triangular tip swells oddly, then splits open like petals with a schlurp….
What emerges from within is a grotesque mass of flesh studded with bizarre protrusions. Akin to the tentacles seen underground, it drools thick, viscous slime like drool. That flower-like maw latches straight onto Emilia’s privates—specifically, her twitching, erect clitoris, asserting itself just like her nipples.
It engulfs it with a slurp, swallowing it alongside part of her slit.
“~~~~~~~~~~~♥?!”
Just that alone sends a searing ecstasy crashing through her, as if a metal rod is stabbing straight into her brain. Her hypersensitive spot. The tentacle-tail’s maw covers it completely, but it doesn’t stop there. From its unseen depths, protrusions and fleshy tendrils writhe, squeezing and kneading even tighter.
With inner flesh that envelops her clitoris entirely. Thin, elastic, lewd nodules—packed densely, densely, densely—to tease it without mercy.
“Ah, ah, ah…!!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”
Emilia thrashes her head side to side, wailing. Unlike the ticklish, hazy nipple stimulation, this is direct, intense, electric—brimming with intent to shatter her, to crumble what’s precious….
Sluuuuurp…! Suck suck suck suck suck suck suck suck slurp slurp slurp slurp…!
“Hngh…! Ugh, mm, ugh, uwaaaaaah…!! S-stop…! Ah… no…!!”
“Ufufufufu, Lia, Lia, Liaaa~ You’re too adorable… I’m just teasing your nipples a bit… and this cute little bean… hehe, fufufu, hahahaha….”
Tears overflow from the overwhelming pleasure. Mona’s tail-tentacle, having swallowed her clitoris and part of her slit, clings with powerful suction. Its inner nodules wriggle ceaselessly, stimulating her sensitive core without pause. Each time, Emilia drowns in scorching lust she can’t endure, succumbing to orgasm after orgasm.
Ah, mm, aah, haah, kyaaaaah…!! Creak… creak… jolt…!
Pathetic sounds escape despite herself. Her mind turns to shredded rags, tangled and frayed. Her hips buck wildly, legs flailing for escape, but her powerless body can’t even shove off Mona’s weight atop her.
It’s not just the Spell of Submission. Even as a succubus—a demon—there’s no way human strength alone could overpower her.
She can’t resist. Can’t resist. Can’t resist. No pure escape in sight—just a swamp of pleasure she’s helplessly planted in. Chains of ecstasy. A torrent crashing to destroy her—it’s agonizing, tormenting.
Her head, her bones—everything feels like it’s melting into a sodden mess….
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re the hero, Lia… so sturdy…”
“Sooo~ strong… this much is surely fine for you…♪”
Mona gazes down with utter rapture, eyes sparkling like a child with a thrilling new toy. She pins Emilia from above, toying with her endlessly. Not just the clitoris—the nipple torment intensifies too. From gentle, coaxing rubs awakening feminine pleasure… to aggressive finger thrusts, then leaning in to suck them directly.
The tail stays latched to her privates, tormenting away.
Suck suck suck suck slurp slurp slurp slurp sluuuuuurp…!
“Ngh… mm… ah…♥ St-stop…♥”
Emilia’s voice—once strong—has melted into pathetic, gooey whimpers. Dissolved in pleasure. Drowned in it. Kyaaah… ugh… uwaaaah…!! Her body convulses violently again with raucous moans. Another climax. Mona couldn’t miss it.
“You didn’t even say it~.”
Still suckling Emilia’s nipples with vulgar smacks, Mona adds the explanation. A succubus’s bodily fluids refine their own yin into aphrodisiac-like essence. So right now, Emilia’s enduring not just the refined yin from Count Melrn inside her—but Mona’s self-produced aphrodisiacs slathered externally too. On her nipples, clitoris, privates—innately sensitive zones….
Th-that’s, that’s why…!! Right now…!!
Her body’s unnatural heat, this unbearable intensity—it’s not just the aphrodisiac… no, above all, Mona’s every action feels like it’s claiming everything….
“Lia, Lia.”
Emilia pants heavily, barely containing the全身 pleasure. Mona leans in close, whispering right into her ear. For some reason, even the warm breath through her ear canal carries an irresistible sensuality. Emilia shudders violently.
“It’s just~ getting started~.”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
“I’m gonna lick all over your body lots and lots, tease this cute little bean lots and lots.”
“I’ll keep making you feel good, over and over.”
“I’ll play with you forever.”
“……So just endure it nice and easy~ till the end.”
“I’ll make you cum again and again, dozens, hundreds of times… till your mind breaks.”
“You’re strong, Lia… you’ll be fine… surely…♪”
* * *
What follows is just that, on repeat. Nipples sucked and tormented relentlessly, privates and clitoris toyed with and sucked by the tentacle-tail. Enveloped by its ceaselessly wriggling nodules, she experiences clitoral orgasms alone that drive her mad. And the teasing continues. Continues.
Lick… lick… sluuuurp…!
“Hngh… mm… ah….”
Lick lick lick lick smack… lick…
“Uhuuuuu… mm… ah…♥”
Mona’s tongue laps every inch of Emilia’s body. Her elegant back curves, armpits, thighs—coated in thick saliva. Then her breasts, smooth belly, navel too. By now, Mona’s tongue has grown unnaturally long, forked at the tip into a horrific shape—but the spots it torments feel impossibly good, impossible to resist.
Whole body… covered in saliva… and sweat….
And down there… pussy sucked so much… that tentacle tail….
No matter how Mona moves, the tail stays clamped over Emilia’s pussy and clit, unmoving. Smeared thick with sticky fluids that seep deep. Unlike its rigid exterior, the inner nodules and flesh squirm endlessly, tormenting her clitoris without cease—even when flipped prone, laid sideways, or armpits licked. It never lets go, implanting endless pleasure….
Ahh… this… I can’t… stay sane….
“Ufuuu… so cute, so cuuute~.”
“Ah… hyaaaaaaaah!!”
Squelch… drip… The tongue’s tip, morphing grotesquely again, invades her defenseless ear canal. Mona’s hot tongue churns the warrior-untrainable depths, exhaling warm breath straight into her ear….
