Night of the Banquet: The Storm Rages (5)
Squish... Schlurp.... Ngh, nnghhnng...♡
"Kuhuuu... What a fine pussy... Emilia."
With her hands gripping the balcony's railing and her ass thrust out invitingly, Emilia felt the Count Melrn plunge into her without a moment's hesitation, piercing her depths in one swift stroke. Hot, slick, and sinuously coiling around him in ecstatic bliss—that was the heavenly flesh of her pussy. His rigid cock burrowed deeper, thrusting relentlessly toward her innermost core. Just when she thought he'd gone far enough, he drove his hips forward, burying himself even further until he kissed her womb.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, Emilia let out a rapturous moan she couldn't hold back, her body shuddering in joyful spasms as if crying out in delight.
He could have pistoned back and forth like this forever, but something felt missing. With his shaft still embedded deep, Count Melrn pressed himself against her from behind, embracing her like a lover. He groped her plump breasts, dangling enticingly below, then turned her head to claim her lips in a kiss.
Churup... Churup... Squish...
'Ngh... Ah... So sensitive... The kiss... Feels so good...'
Emilia moaned softly at the tender hands kneading her hypersensitive breasts, yet she welcomed his kiss without resistance. Her body was soft, fragrant. Her highly sensitive skin quivered with every teasing caress of his fingers, betraying her shameful reactions. Her lips, now feeling more like her pussy, drooled lewdly with saliva each time he kissed her, helpless and wanton.
'What if... someone sees... No, he said magic hides us...'
Beyond the garden, people occasionally passed by. Right behind them, voices and music from the party drifted on the air. In this open space alive with footsteps everywhere, the thrill of her own slutty arousal made Emilia flush with shame—and a strange ecstasy. The pleasure of exposure, a masochistic thrill unique to this vulnerability. With her innate talent as a masochistic pig already blooming, she was awakening to this new fetish, embracing it fully.
Tschlurp... "Nghkhuut...♡"
Even as they lost themselves in the kiss, Count Melrn began moving his hips slowly. Holding her close, he churned through the coiling pussyflesh, drawing back his rock-hard cock bit by bit before slamming it home again.
Schlick... Splurt... Splurt... Splurt... Splurt... Splurt...
His shaft kneaded her pussyflesh like dough, ravaging her depths at will. He savored the loving grip that clung so desperately, refusing to let go.
"Nngh... Ah... Ahh...♡ Aaaahn...♡"
Each cool breeze on the balcony or clear sound of footsteps nearby made her pussy clench tighter. Emilia felt no chill now—her face and body burned hot, feverish. And above all...
'H-Happppy... So haaaappy...!'
Her mind overflowed with euphoria; there was no room left to notice the cold. How could there be, when the cock she'd longed for—prayed for endlessly—filled her with such profound satisfaction, soothing the aching void in her heart?
Schlick... Schlick... Splurt... Splurt... Spluuuurt... Kuhuuut... Nngh... Ut...♡
Count Melrn's cock savored her depths with slow, deliberate thrusts. The precum leaking from its tip mixed with her slick juices, churning them into a messy froth. To Emilia, his fluids were the ultimate aphrodisiac—each drop made her body more sensitive, more depraved.
"Emilia, does it feel good?"
"......"
"Emilia, I asked if it feels good."
"Hngkhuut♡"
Breaking from his gentle rhythm, he suddenly twisted his hips and stabbed deep. The brutal thrust wrenched a pathetic moan from her lips, forcing her honest confession.
"...It... feels... good..."
"How good?"
"S-So... so much... really, really good..."
"Want me to cum like this?"
"Y-Yes... Yes, yes... Cum lots... inside... fill my womb... lots and lots..."
He resumed his thrusts, pistoning mercilessly through her rippling walls. Emilia climaxed hard, her body convulsing.
"......Nghk...♥ Ah...♥"
"Don't worry, Emilia. I'll fuck you deep and fill you up plenty. For my love."
"Ah... Uu... So happy..."
Even in orgasm, his precum stung pleasurably inside her—but it wasn't enough. Not until her womb's lust worms were sated with his seed would she be fulfilled. Until then, the flames of her lust would rage, twisting her into this shameless, debauched slut she'd never shown before.
Schlick schlick schlick schlick schlick schlick spluuuurt... Splurt spluuuurt schlick schlick pluuung spluuuunk...
Count Melrn varied his angles, twisting his hips to conquer her pussy from every direction. He feasted on the scorching, clenching flesh. Sometimes he'd sink in agonizingly slow, then ram deep and savage to torment her. Emilia's body was delicious. Her pussy, utterly delectable. Even as it gripped him fiercely, she shook her ass to heighten his pleasure.
Delighted, he slapped her cheeks from the side—smack smack—praising her. The fear of being heard tensed her body further, tightening her pussy exquisitely.
Schlick schlick schlick schlick schlick schlick Nngh... Krut... Hngh... Ut... Ut... Nngh...
Still clutching the railing, Emilia served him devotedly. As Count Melrn relished her, he slid a hand between her legs, lifting one thigh high.
"Ah......!"
From the side, anyone could peer right into their joined flesh.
Spluuuurt...!
The new angle transformed everything—sharper sensations, deeper penetration from his massive cock. He teased her deepest core, prodding the end of her pussy with his tip. Each poke made her walls clench greedily, like a switch flipped—pure bliss.
Emilia's pussy. Her flavor. All his to devour. Her soft body quivered with each thrust, her elastic tits bouncing vividly in this pose. So lovable. So luscious. He wanted her—head to toe, limbs, breasts, soft belly, hidden pussy and womb. To tear it all apart, devour it, make it eternally his flesh and blood.
...Of course, he wouldn't. But the impulse flashed fiercely; he yearned to possess her utterly.
"...Then, Emilia—I'm cumming."
"Ut... Y-Yes... Hurry... Hurry...!"
The lust worms overwhelmed her; she panted like a bitch in heat, tongue lolling. Savoring her, inhaling her sweaty, musky scent, he thrust and twisted relentlessly. She shuddered into another climax.
Schlick schlick schlick splurt schlick schlick schlick schluuurp schlick schlick schlick splurt jjert jjert jjert jjert jjert jjert jjert...!
"Ngh, ut, ut♥ Ut♥ Hnghk... Krut♥ Nngh, aaa, ah, ah, haaaahn...♥♥ Hiiik...♥"
She moaned at the heavy cock's texture, joyfully crying out as it ravaged her core. Just as her writhing thrilled him, so did her coiling pussyflesh delight him. While relishing the oozy grip, he ground his thick glans against her womb's entrance—then unleashed his pent-up load.
His cock swelled inside her, then erupted, hot semen flooding her depths.
Blurt... Bluruuurt...! Gush... Gush... Gush... Gush... Gush...!
"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♥♥♥♥"
Haaaahhnngh♥♥
Emilia trembled, moaning as she made a pathetic, doggish face of bliss, sighing in happiness. As if truly united with her beloved lover. As if receiving the seed to bear her true love's child. Pure joy and ecstasy convulsed her body.
Tschlurp...
Still holding her leg, Count Melrn withdrew from her slit. Thick, mingled white fluids oozed out in a sticky cascade.
Haa... Haa... Haa... Haa...
Emilia gazed longingly at his cock pulling free from her precious hole. Breathing raggedly, feeling the lingering heat of his cum, a hollow ache gnawed at her. With feverish, hazy eyes, she looked up at Count Melrn...