Defiled 【Empire's Oracle】, The Plummeting Princess Mine (3)
――This woman... I truly, utterly despise her.
――I loathe her so goddamn much, beyond words, with every fiber of my being. I hate her. I wish she'd just drop dead.
For Count Melrn, if Emilia was the one he adored most, then the one he hated most didn't even need candidates to choose from. It was, without question, Princess Mine.
The first princess of the Romancia Empire. Princess Mine.
Of course, he despised the imperial family and nobility of Romancia too. But that was beside the point.
Yet Count Melrn wasn't so idle as to waste emotions on trash like them. He might loathe them deep in his heart, treat them like the garbage they were, but he had no reason to keep them in his sight or on his mind.
Even that repulsive old emperor. He just had to endure seeing that ugly, senile fool's face at banquets and the like.
It was absurd to waste precious mental space on such a worthless creature.
But.
But.
But.
Princess Mine was different. For some reason, she alone stood apart from her father the emperor or the other nobles. He couldn't just ignore her and move on.
In that landfill of garbage—her family and everyone around her drowning in filth—she alone tried to cling to nobility and purity, acting like she was the only clean one left. That foolish, incompetent bitch.
Her image clung to a corner of Count Melrn's mind like a parasite, refusing to let go, constantly looming there. Looming, endlessly stirring up a profound loathing, hatred, and rage he couldn't quite put into words.
Why? He didn't know the reason. Or perhaps he did, and was deliberately looking away.
Hah... hah... hah...!
"P-please... hurry... Count Melrn... give it to me... please..."
A deep, pleading beg escaped her lips.
It came from Princess Mine herself. The empire's first princess, a woman of such noble status, reduced to groveling like a slut for a man's cock. No citizen of the empire would believe it, nor could the princess herself have imagined it just days ago.
Count Melrn's shaft stood rock-hard and erect. Influenced by her yin energy, of course—but even as she fidgeted and squirmed, he undeniably felt the raw feminine allure radiating from her body.
And to add a footnote: he was thrilled at the thought of ruining and dragging down the princess before him, this woman he hated so viscerally.
Such a beauty—a noble princess, no less—begging him like this. All he had to do was ram this throbbing erection into that displayed slit between her legs.
It was nothing. So simple.
He wanted it himself, after all.
And yet... somehow, just giving in to her pleas felt utterly unsatisfying.
Just use her like a disposable onahole slave, fuck her roughly, and toss her aside. That should be the straightforward way.
The simplest method.
But with her—a princess—he couldn't bring himself to keep it that basic. It made him petty, spiteful...
"Count Melrn... Count Melrn... please... ahh... no more...!"
"Quiet, Princess. How far do you plan to disappoint me?"
"...B-but!"
Princess Mine protested, her hand stroking her lower abdomen where the faintly glowing yin pattern was etched. She seemed dimly aware that her cravings stemmed from it.
"B-but... what am I supposed to do...?"
"Don't worry, Princess Mine. No need to fret, Your Highness."
"What do you mean...?"
"I'm saying I'll fuck you whether you whine or not. You're my cocksleeve, after all. Shoving this dick in you? Piece of cake. Right?"
Count Melrn grabbed her slender body and yanked her close. Their body heat mingled at point-blank range, their presences overlapping inescapably. At this distance where even their breaths touched, making her shiver involuntarily, he whispered:
"I told you just a bit ago, didn't I, Princess?"
"That I'd use you to drag my beloved Emilia down."
"To make my love mine, I need you—her so-called friend."
"So no worries about your pussy going empty."
"A slave who'd do anything for my cock deserves a reward, don't you think?"
"Don't you agree, Princess Mine?"
Face-to-face. Staring into each other's eyes.
Princess Mine's gaze wavered. Flickering in the dim light.
To her, Emilia was everything—her friend, the hero who was not just the empire's but humanity's hope.
And now, Count Melrn was dangling that very weakness before her.
――What a vile, despicable man!
She lamented inwardly, her voice laced with resentment. But every nerve in her body strained toward the hard, erect cock below—the male tool pressing against her.
She wanted it. She needed it. Her womb clenched desperately, pleading over and over.
Put Count Melrn's cock in me. Fill me with his seed, deep, deep inside...
What do I do...?
Without his cock, she'd die. But accepting it meant surrendering to him, betraying her friend.
So what should she do? She, she...
"Excited, aren't you, Princess Mine?"
What did his "excited" refer to? His shaft poised to pierce and ravage her aching hole? Or the image of Emilia—sold out by her own hand—writhing in the same desirous torment she was now?
Emilia... Lia... Lia...
"No need to agonize, Princess. You can't refuse anyway, can you?"
"...Th-that..."
"Don't think. It's fine. Just stop thinking. From now on, it's gonna be real fun. Fun thoughts only, okay? Right, Princess?"
"Ah..."
"Good. Looks like you're on board. Now, stick that ass out for me?"
Smack. Count Melrn's hand slapped Princess Mine's ass.
At his urging slap, she turned without complaint, thrusting her hips back lewdly. A posture utterly vulgar for a princess.
Her peach-like ass, ripe as if it would release a sweet fragrance, presented backward. From the cleft of those soft pussy lips, drool trickled visibly.
When the count demanded more, she didn't refuse—slowly shaking her hips in seduction.
――Filthy whore. Cumrag sow.
He said nothing, but Princess Mine swore she heard the phantom words.
Count Melrn smacked her plump cheeks again—smack, smack—enjoying the jiggle, the springy resilience. Then, as forewarned, he pressed the tip of his rigid shaft against her slick crevice.
"Ah... Count... wait...!"
Squish... squelch... Her soft yet elastic labia parted, the glans prying open the tiny hidden entrance beneath.
The shaft advanced slowly at first, stretching the entrance. But once half the head was in, Count Melrn slammed his hips forward in one brutal thrust.
Squelch... splurch... shluuuurp... plunge!
"Ahaaaaaahhh♡!!"
'Ah, aaaaaahhh...! J-just the insertion... my head's meeeelting...!!'
A wave of profound ecstasy surged through Princess Mine.
Feels good, doesn't it? Count Melrn asked—as if it wasn't obvious.
How could it not...!? This... ugh...!'
It felt too good to bear. The sensation of his vigorous shaft pushing through her winding vaginal walls. Her pussy clinging and squeezing around it greedily.
This bliss. This happiness...
"N-no... can't... can't... can't feel good... hate it...!!"
"Too late, Princess. Here I go."
"Ahh, please stop, Count Melrn... urk... haaah♡"
Squelch... squelch... squelch... sluuurp... sluuuursh... splurt... squish... squish... squish... squish... squish...
Count Melrn pistoned his iron-hard cock in and out, relentlessly skewering Princess Mine's pussy over and over.
Each thrust displaced her layered, twisting folds, rubbing them raw, lewd squelches echoing from her deepest cock-hole.
"Ah... ahn♡ ugh...♡"
Her disordered moans leaked out. Face-down on the bed, her arms trembled, struggling to hold her position.
This wasn't mere sex pleasure. Nor like the underground chamber, when those familiar-clone familiars had fucked her.
Their cocks matched his in size and length, surely. Yet each time Count Melrn's sank deep into her belly...
His yin energy amplified the curse etched into Emilia, activating it far more intensely within her.
Ugh... urgh... huuuh...!
Hummm— hummm— hummm—
Her lower abdomen's yin pattern pulsed brighter than ever. The lewd curse Mona had inscribed reshaped her from the inside out, fueled by his yin energy.
Into something more fitting a succubus's prisoner. A lewder, more pliant female slave.
Princess Mine felt it happening, unwillingly. Felt it accelerating with every thrust, every pounding tap of his cock against her depths.
'N-no... like this...!'
'I'll... stop being me...!! Lia... Liiiia...!!'
Unable even to resist, she could only accept it pathetically. Her head buried in the sheets, strands of her hair slowly turning white...