Night of the Banquet, Storm Rages (6)
Emilia felt a stark sense of inadequacy. Until just moments ago, she had rejected the act with such disgust and loathing. No matter what her true feelings might have been, her rational mind had firmly denied it every time. Yet the spells and Lust Worms that had taken root in her body and soul had already grown strong enough to leave her utterly unsatisfied by anything less.
"No... I can't... I just can't..."
No one was forcing her, yet Emilia sat slumped on the floor, murmuring blankly to herself. She shook her head side to side, repeating denials under her breath, but her eyes—hazy and fogged over—remained fixed on the Melrn Count's groin. Even after spilling his thick, milky seed deep inside her moments ago, his impressive manhood stood rigid and unyielding, drawing her gaze relentlessly.
The Melrn Count gave his hips a subtle twitch, making his member sway just a little. It was as if he were asking, This is what you want, isn't it? In response, Emilia's eyes locked onto the shaking shaft like it was nailed in place. Saliva dripped from her parted lips.
"It's okay, Emilia—"
The Melrn Count assured her it was fine. He granted permission. He allowed it. She didn't need to ask what for; she knew. Deep down, her mind screamed in protest—Don't be ridiculous, as if I'd fall for that kind of coaxing!—but by the time she snapped back to herself, her lips were already pressing a kiss against his cock.
"This... kind of thing... I can't... I really can't..."
She mumbled in a dazed, uncharacteristic slur, even as her hands caressed and stroked his shaft with proud reverence. Her lips smacked obscenely against the thick, dark-red glans. Chu... Chup... Chuu... Chuuu...
Emilia's tongue crawled along the tip of the glans, lapping up and sucking down the pre-cum oozing slyly from the slit. Fellatio was surely a first for her, but after Mona's intensive "private lessons," she had mastered the necessary knowledge and techniques. The moment her mouth touched it, the flames of her lust—barely held in check—roared to life, consuming her without mercy.
She wanted to lick more. Swallow more. Take it all in deeper. Unbridled desire flooded her entirely. Tsup... Growing bolder by the second, Emilia engulfed the erect cock in her mouth and began servicing it eagerly. Tasting a man's member with her mouth felt novel, yet it delivered a bizarre pleasure unlike anything she'd known—like sucking her own pussy with her own lips. Caught in that strange sensation, she rocked her hips subtly against the floor as if grinding her clit, even while blowing him.
Of course, it was all an unnatural reaction triggered by the Yin Pattern tattooed on her lower abdomen. But for Emilia, who would bear that mark for the rest of her life, these sensations would soon become normal—ordinary, even. Chup... Chup... Tsup... Jjup... Jjup... Jjup... Slurp, slurp, slurp...
Lewd sounds filled the air as she devoted herself to the Melrn Count's cock. She rolled the glans inside her mouth with her tongue or teased it slowly from root to tip. Like a bitch in heat utterly enchanted by cock, Emilia served him with a face brimming with joy. Her shoulders trembled, her head bobbed back and forth... Even those small motions made her exposed, bountiful breasts jiggle, delighting the count's eyes. Her flushed cheeks burned hot, leaving no doubt that she was truly happy in this moment of service.
"Good girl, Emilia... But... your mouth isn't enough, is it?"
"Ahh...♡"
The Melrn Count pressed the tip of his shoe firmly against her crotch. The shock hit her like lightning surging through her body; she arched her back and shuddered. Her swollen pussy—still leaking cum and juices—throbbed with obvious desperation. All the while she'd been licking and sucking his cock, it had been wiggling her ass as if begging for something more. With the Lust Worm embedded in her womb, oral release alone could never satisfy her.
"Ah... Haa... M-Master... Count... My belly... it's burning... This isn't right..."
"It's okay, Emilia. It's fine tonight. And tomorrow night too."
"B-But...!"
"You can be honest."
Emilia clung to the Melrn Count's waist, gazing up at him with pleading, moist eyes. Her red lips twitched as if wrestling with words.
"I... I hate you... I really... really hate you..."
She confessed in halting, labored bursts. The Melrn Count listened patiently in silence.
"B-But... my womb... it aches so much I can't stand it... It's still not enough... It keeps clenching..."
"In other words, you want my cum?"
"...Vulgar."
Yet his words rang true, and Emilia couldn't deny them. She was going mad for his seed. She craved his cock plunging into her needy pussy, piercing her deep. The blazing fire of lust, fueled by the lingering taste of his shaft in her mouth, scorched her body and mind even hotter.
The Melrn Count reached out and pinched her nipple hard. She writhed coquettishly, moaning as a sticky thread of mucus stretched from her twitching slit to the floor.
"Ah... Haa..."
Hurry... Please, fuck me already. Filled with nothing but that desperate wish, she was about to beg him again when—
An unexpected intruder arrived on the balcony.
* * *
Sia Romancia, the Second Princess of the Romancia Kingdom, had slipped away from the banquet's sweltering heat to the balcony. Her hair shimmered like pale sky-blue glass. Golden eyes marking her imperial bloodline gleamed alongside a beauty that rivaled her elder sister's, though in a different vein. She had a youthful, girlish face that seemed a touch immature, but her bust was impressively full. In truth, as the Second Princess, she and the First Princess Mine had been born mere months apart as half-sisters, and her own coming-of-age ceremony was set for just a month from now.
She was a vision that could stir any man's heart with her looks and status, but right now, deep worry clouded her face, making her seem unapproachable.
This wasn't the expression to show at a banquet celebrating her esteemed father's birthday. She'd forced a smile until now, so surely no one would mind if she let it drop when alone like this.
...Who knows if anyone even notices me enough to care.
Sia Romancia sighed inwardly. Back in the banquet hall, few had sought her out directly. People naturally gravitated toward the more dazzling, wiser First Princess, who drew all eyes. Her father had no heir yet to succeed him as emperor. Still, most assumed Mine would take the throne in his stead—a silent consensus, never spoken aloud, but obvious to any observer.
The Romancia imperial line had seen empresses before, and as long as those piercing golden eyes passed down unbroken, there'd be no issue with succession. In any case, at these social gatherings, crowds always flocked to the First Princess. No one bothered approaching the immature, untalented, unwise Second Princess, who lacked in every way.
Even those smitten by her beauty would choose the more confident, radiant Mine instead.
We're only a few months apart... but everyone acts like I'm years younger.
Sia Romancia always came off as timid and passive. Mine Romancia brimmed with confidence, outdebating even seasoned officials with logic. Side by side, Sia inevitably looked the younger one. But she'd never resented it.
As an imperial daughter, Sia had her talents, but Mine's brilliance overshadowed them, inviting comparisons. She accepted it all without complaint—unavoidable, really. Even in this environment, she admired Mine not with jealousy, but with genuine longing. That was her innate kindness at work. She couldn't envy or hate others. Overflowing with affection and love, her gentle nature was admirable, yet ill-suited for rising above others.
In any event, she had no qualms about her treatment. She even rejoiced sincerely when her sister drew more attention. What troubled her was something else.
That's... not my sister.
In the heart of the banquet, surrounded by nobles alongside their father, a woman smiled seductively. She bore the First Princess's exact appearance and speech, fooling even the maids and nannies who'd attended Mine since birth. But Sia Romancia, the Second Princess, knew without doubt: she was a fake.
Unable to tell anyone, she'd fled outside to endure it.
—Nngh...!Slurp...
"...?"
A faint sound from the shadows caught her ear. Sia turned curiously toward the far end of the balcony. But the spot she'd heard it from was empty.
I'm sure... it was a woman's voice...?
She tilted her head in puzzlement, then shrugged it off and turned back toward the balcony railing.