#13 Defiled [Empire's Prophecy], The Fallen Princess Mine (5)
Squelch... Splurt... Splurt...
"Ah... Aah...♥"
How much time had passed like this? After climaxing countless times—dozens, even—and receiving load after load of his seed deep inside her, the two were still locked in their sticky, unrelenting coupling. But even that was finally drawing to a close. Mine herself, and the Count Melrn who was ravaging her, could vaguely sense it.
Splurt... Splurt... Splurt... Splurt... Splurt... Splurt... Splurt... Splurt...
Ravaged in every conceivable way, her translucent skin was now filthy in places, smeared and splattered with the Count's thick white semen. In a vulgar reverse cowgirl position atop him, Mine straddled the Count, her peach-like round ass fully exposed as she bobbed up and down, eagerly swallowing his cock with her pussy over and over.
She moved of her own accord, actively taking that rigid shaft pointing straight up, engulfing it deep and then releasing it in endless repetition...
"Hngh... Aah... Nng...♥"
Splurt... Splurt...
The thick, dark-red shaft disappearing into her depths, her puckered anus twitching perilously close to view. And the act itself—her own will driving her hips to devour that meat rod so lewdly. It was utterly depraved, unimaginable for an imperial princess.
Still, he thought this crude, whorish display was a hundred times better than the pretentious facade she'd shown in the palace.
"...Turn around, Princess Mine."
"Haa, haa... Y-yes..."
Trembling, Mine arduously lifted her body, turning to face the Count directly. Then, in that same shameless spread-legged pose, she dropped her hips once more.
Squelch... Spluuurt...!
His heavy cock plunged back into her slick, sopping honey pot.
"Guh... Hngh...!!"
Her body, too weak to hold steady any longer, wobbled unsteadily. The Count pulled her close, embracing her tightly. Cradled in the sturdy arms of a man—his firm arms—Mine came lightly just from that sensation alone.
She rubbed her plump, soft body—her breasts—against his rock-hard frame as she resumed bouncing her ass. In rhythm, the Count thrust his hips upward, stabbing his cock deep into her core.
—Ah... I'm about to go... I'm going to cum...
She sensed it instinctively now—this was truly the limit. She'd climaxed many times already, but she felt today's final, ultimate peak approaching in this very moment.
"Nng... Nng... Ghk... Mmm... Uungh...♥"
As the pinnacle approached, Mine desperately fought to hold back the pleasure, burying her face in the Count's chest. She had to endure. She must endure. Cumming alone would be mortifying. What she wanted was the most intense climax possible while her mind still held, to please her—
Hold... on...!!
Splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt
Her yin pattern glowed relentlessly, sending throbbing vibrations straight to her womb. Amid the ceaseless urging of her heat, Mine clenched her inner walls, welcoming the heavy shaft as it pistoned in and out...
Ah... But...
—I really can't hold out anymore.
With a look of poignant desperation in her eyes, the Count whispered something into her ear.
"―――――――"
It was praise and condemnation, incantation and empty repetition all at once. But hearing that voice filled Mine with an uncanny sense of relief.
And with it came the Count's final thrust—thud—striking her deepest core.
Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle... Byuuuurrr...!!
Hot, thick semen erupted like boiling water into her depths. It surged forth with tremendous force, further staining her already cum-filled insides with the Count's color.
"A... AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH♥♥♥!!"
Shuddering...!! Twitch, twitch...! Jerk...!!
—Climax. Climax. CLIMAX.
The sensation of semen flooding her depths, the intense creampie, snapped Mine's tension. She was driven to the greatest peak of the day, her ultimate release. Beads of sweat burst from her entire body, mingling the scents of sweat, love juices, and semen into a lewd, exotic aroma.
"Ghh...♥ Haa...♥ Aha...♥ Huaaah...♥♥"
The deep afterglow of her profound climax filled Mine's body. Atop the Count, she trembled and bucked her hips, desperately trying to calm her overheated form. But her efforts were futile—strength drained from her limbs moment by moment, her consciousness fading.
"―――――"
Into her ear, the Count whispered once more. Words demanding submission and enslavement. To become his slave, his faithful servant, devoting life and soul to his commands. Forcing her, Mine the imperial princess, to live not for empire, hero, or humanity—but solely for him.
She couldn't accept that. Such an absurd demand...
But.
But.
"......"
No words came from her lips.
But she nodded. Of her own will, faintly, she nodded. Accepting his demand. A subtle, dim motion—but unmistakable.
In response, the yin pattern on her lower abdomen glowed blood-red, unlike before. But Mine was too far gone to notice.
"...Good girl. Well done, Princess Mine."
"You can sleep now. ...Sweet dreams."
With those final gentle words from the Count, Mine let go completely, slipping into unconscious slumber as if fainting. Pushed over by the accumulated fatigue of endless climaxes and sex.
Yet her face wore a deeply satisfied, serene expression as she drifted off...
The Count carefully lifted the sleeping Mine from atop him and laid her on the bed. Traces of his semen still dirtied her cleavage and the corners of her mouth. With each breath, her soft, full white breasts rose and fell, her taut abdomen expanding like a bellows. But as her breathing steadied, the movements grew subtler.
And now, the hair of the slumbering princess had turned completely snow-white. Not a trace remained of her former beautiful golden hue...
"I pity you, Princess Mine."
Had she been born in another era, another nation, another lineage—or even another gender—she might have achieved something great.
But fate had made her the first princess of the imperial family in this empire, at this time.
In the end, she accomplished nothing, doomed to fall as Count Melrn's slave.
...He pitied her, sincerely.
Gazing once more at the peacefully sleeping princess, the Count covered her with a blanket and left the room.
Heading straight for Emilia's quarters.
He hadn't planned to visit her tonight, but he sensed the demon he'd contracted with was there.
"...Mona."
Striding down the hall without properly donning his shirt, he flung open the door to Emilia's room without knocking.
"Mona!"
His angry voice echoed as the doors parted. A faint, eerie glow and the thick, lewd scent of a female in heat wafted toward him.
Ah... Ahh... Hnng... Uungh... Nng... Uung... Mmm... Ah...
Beyond the open door, inside the room—on the bed prepared for Emilia.
His beloved Emilia, the object of his obsession, trembled and convulsed in Mona's backward embrace.
Mona politely covered Emilia's eyes with one hand, kneading and toying with her breast with the other. She licked and nibbled Emilia's ear, tormenting her sensitive slit with her freely swaying succubus tail.
Beads of sweat dotted Emilia's body from the pleasurable torment. Lewd juices trickled steadily from between her thighs, leaving filthy stains on the sheets. How many climaxes had she endured?
Her teeth chattered as she let out another pleasure-drenched sigh, her body twitching endlessly from the lingering aftershocks.
"Oh my, Master. This late at night... or should I say, early morning? What brings you here at this hour?"
"......What are you doing here?"
"Just teaching our lovely Lia the joys of womanhood. Cunnilingus and such. A special succubus late-night seminar, you might say."
Ah... Ah, ah...!
Mona spoke nonchalantly while flicking Emilia's nipple teasingly, her tail intensifying its assault on Emilia's slit and clit. A sweet moan escaped Emilia's lips, her hips bucking involuntarily.
No major modifications had been made, yet Emilia in Mona's arms looked far more voluptuous and depraved than usual.
Stepping into the room, the Count stood before the bed, gazing at Emilia for a moment.
Then his gaze turned cold and heavy toward Mona.