Night of the Banquet: Storm Rages (4)
Ugh… Eut… Ugh… Krhuh… Ng…
"(Ugh…! Ugh, ugh…!)"
Even as Emilia desperately stifled her moans, the Melrn Count's hand gleefully and mercilessly pinched her nipples with force. His fingers circled and rubbed her clit freely, sending chills of pleasure surging through her mind over and over. A white torrent of ecstasy crashed in from the peaks of her breasts and her mound. Right in the middle of the banquet hall, surrounded by nobles milling about, Emilia trembled and convulsed helplessly under the onslaught of that pleasure. She clamped her mouth shut and bit her hand to somehow contain the sounds, but it wasn't perfect. If not for the grand orchestra of the imperial palace drowning it out, her shameful display would have been exposed long ago.
"(Melrn… Count… please, stop… stop…!)"
Thump, thump—her womb pulsed like a heartbeat. The lust worm planted deep inside had likely awakened in response to the count's sexual harassment. Already struggling to endure, Emilia writhed and moaned as her body grew even more aroused.
"~♪"
The Melrn Count continued tormenting her, humming a cheerful tune all the while. There was no way he couldn't enjoy teasing her as she struggled to hide her disgrace in front of everyone. The warm body heat and soft flesh filling his hands were just as ecstatic and delightful as he'd hoped.
"Emilia, Emilia… Does it feel good?"
"Shut… up…!"
Emilia muttered in frustration, but as the count's thick finger plunged into her vaginal entrance and burrowed deep, she bit her lip and refocused on desperately suppressing her moans. Her limbs shook so violently that her pussy, dripping love juices in steady streams, felt like it was sobbing.
Squelch… Squish… Squelch… Squish… Slurp…
As he toyed with Emilia's pussy, the count's fingers moved slowly. Her desperately aroused, twitching folds clenched around them desperately, as if savoring the pleasure, squeezing the walls to make it even better. His other hand kept twisting and teasing her nipples mercilessly.
"(Ah, ah, ah, ahh… N-no… stop…!)"
Her vaginal walls were rubbed raw in their weak spots, her sensitive nipples stimulated to the extreme. Her pathetic body, already so vulnerable to pleasure, quickly reached a grand climax.
* * *
Embraced in the Melrn Count's arms, her body shuddering as obscene pussy juices dripped steadily from between her legs, Emilia finally gave up resisting at this point. Though she'd climaxed once from his hand. Rather, that orgasm acted like a greater switch, the lust worm in her womb spewing even thicker yin energy to urge her on.
Her desperately aroused flesh begged her entire body with tingling heat: hurry and receive the semen you've been craving.
"C-Count… Melrn Count…."
"What's wrong, my love? Do you need something?"
Emilia's face right now was utterly adorable. Always so proud and dignified, gazing at the Melrn Count especially with eyes cold and contemptuous, as if he were a worm crawling in the mud. But now, her moist eyes brimmed with shame as she made that pitiful female expression—it was unbearably lovable.
In that lovable state, Emilia pleaded with the count in a trembling voice.
"T-take me… out… somewhere… with no people… please… please…."
She stood unsteadily, barely able to support herself without leaning on him. That was how she begged.
There was no reason to refuse his beloved's plea, so the Melrn Count glanced around and headed toward the balcony on the far side. Fortunately, everyone seemed focused on dancing and food; the balcony was empty. Beyond the luxurious marble railing stretched the palace gardens.
"Haa… haa… haa… ugh…."
"Here we are, no one around. You can make noise now. …So, what do you want from me, Emilia?"
"Ugh……."
Removing his hand from her shoulder and facing her directly, the Melrn Count asked exaggeratedly. Seeing the grin he couldn't wipe off his face, it was clear he knew exactly what Emilia wanted. But he was making her say it herself. Such a wicked hobby.
Thinking that, Emilia still couldn't resist the impulse pushing her back.
"…G-give it… to me…."
"Hm? What was that?"
"Your cock… fuck me… with it… please…."
"Indeed. So my love is begging for my cock."
The Melrn Count nodded deeply with a hum, adding as if to elaborate.
"In other words, my beloved heroine Emilia wasn't satisfied just parading around this grand banquet naked."
"Now you're so aroused in the middle of it all that you want me to pound that slutty pussy of yours right this instant, right?"
Emilia wanted to deny that twisted interpretation vehemently, but her head spun too much from the heat of arousal to even spare the breath. The rising lust from her womb kept clouding her mind.
"Y-yes… yes… that's… right…."
Naked Emilia was swept up in the impulse to cling to the Melrn Count with her overheated body and beg. But she held back—some shred of reason as herself remained, a faint will refusing to stoop to such vulgarity.
Yet she couldn't just stand still. With her slender, un-adventurer-like soft hand, she lightly gripped the hem of his sleeve.
"Please… really… I can't… take anymore… I can't… my womb… it's driving me mad… for real…."
Hmm~ I wanted to torment her a bit more.
Looking up at him with those moist, abandoned-puppy eyes, Emilia's expression made the Melrn Count groan inwardly in agony. He'd planned to tease her more for training purposes, but she was so lovable now that his heart had already been completely swept away.
He couldn't hold back anymore. In the end, the count relented to her request.
"Come on, beg more lewdly, my love. You learned from Mona how to ask for cock properly."
At his demand, Emilia placed her hands on the balcony railing and presented her ass to the Melrn Count. Something her true self would die before doing. This act, and what was to come.
But, but…!
I can't… hold back anymore…!
Memories of receiving his cock flashed through her mind. Only his could free her from this torment—it hammered that conviction home.
So, so… this couldn't be helped… It wasn't her heart… It was the lust worm's fault… all this man's doing… She wasn't defiled… She, she…
"C-cock… please…."
"Please… pound Emilia's slutty bitch pussy… with Lord Melrn Count's… magnificent cock…."
"I… need cock… I need it… please… I beg you… I beg you…."
Emilia presented her sweat-slicked ass, tense with anticipation and excitement, swaying it seductively. Her lewdly exposed slit quivered, endlessly leaking juices. Her profile, turned slightly toward him, flushed with arousal yet trembling with a hint of fear in her eyes. And obscenely, one hand pulled her cheek aside to spread the cleft, begging him to hurry.
No… what am I… doing with my enemy….
But… it's humiliating… and it feels so good…♡
Feeling his gaze as she panted and pleaded, Emilia shuddered on her own, overwhelmed with emotion. The masochistic nature that had sprouted and grown in her since childhood was turning her humiliation into pleasure.
"Like I always say, how could I refuse when my love begs so hotly?"
"I really, truly love you."
With naked Emilia before him, the Melrn Count placed his hands on her plump, appetizing ass and kneaded it, savoring the springiness. His pants already down, his vigorously erect cock pressed against her slit and rubbed teasingly.
Emilia, sweating lewdly from her enticing flesh, couldn't endure and moved her hips herself, trying to take the rod into her pussy somehow—but the count deliberately kept his distance, only stimulating the twitching entrance.
In that time, her impatience reached its limit. The yin energy from the lust worm in her womb. Her sex drive, bloated beyond control by all sorts of spells and Mona's modifications. All of it compounded, firmly engraving in Emilia's heart that total submission to the Melrn Count was fine.
"Ah… ah… ng… stop… teasing… me… no… hurry…."
"Your coquettish display is quite the sight, my love Emilia."
"Please… please… I beg you… pleeease… I'll do anything… please…."
"Alright, alright. I get it. If only you were this lovable all the time."
The Melrn Count finally gave in to her urging, moving his hips as if reluctantly. Right in the center of the imperial palace's lavish balcony.
With the banquet's splendid music flowing behind them.
The rod she'd craved so desperately pierced straight through Emilia's depths in one thrust.
