Shards of Catastrophe Ride the Storm (3)
Her nipples engorge, erecting to their absolute limit. She rolls the fully hardened tips between her fingers while rubbing her equally aroused clit. Occasionally, she slips her fingers into the damp crevice, prodding the hole and stroking the sensitive vaginal flesh with her fingertips.
'Ugh... too... sensitive...!'
'My body's out of control... my hands... moving on their own...!'
Her hands, as if belonging to someone else, wildly stimulate her exquisitely sensitive erogenous zones. She scoops up the love juices spilling from her pussy with her fingers, smears them over her clit, and resumes flicking it furiously.
Ah... ahh... ughhh... kyaaahhh!
It doesn't take long before Emilia shudders violently, reaching climax. Still squatting, her tensed waist snaps upward as her convulsing pussy lets a stream of juices trickle down.
The magic circle drawn on the floor beneath her glows with an even more eerie light.
Drip... driiiip... hiss...
"Oh my, to lose it right here like that—how adorable♪" As Mona murmured with a broad grin, Emilia—drained from her orgasm—ended up wetting herself from her pussy.
Telling Melrn Count she was "going to the bathroom" hadn't been entirely an excuse. The banquet had dragged on for quite some time, and she'd downed plenty of wine and cocktails in the meantime. She'd felt the signals coming but held it in, thinking she'd go once everything was done and she had some leisure.
In the end, all that pent-up release happened right here like this.
Her bright yellow urine spreads across the floor, but at the same time, the shameful liquid is absorbed into the magic circle below as if sucked away, vanishing without a trace. The circle on the floor continues to emit its demonic glow.
* * *
"There~ Lia~, that's enough, plenty enough. You did soo gooood~! Good girl, I'll praise you!"
As the magic circle's light fades, Mona approaches, declaring it sufficient, and pats the head of Emilia, who has collapsed onto the floor. Emilia stares blankly into space with dazed eyes before glaring daggers at Mona.
But she can't muster the anger—doesn't even know where to direct it—so she just sighs and drops her gaze again.
'Fine. I knew I'd have to endure something like this...'
She'd known from the start that Mona was a wicked demoness brimming with malice. That's why she'd steeled herself, imagining all sorts of horrible fates in anxious anticipation—preparation, that is.
It irked her that it came without warning, but at least it was in a place without prying eyes, so she could take some small comfort in that.
Anyway...
"Is everything ready now? Is this it?"
"Yup~ all set~! Let's get right to it~."
She still had no idea why Mona had made her do this. The succubus claimed it was to gather her bodily fluids, but how the hell did that connect to uncovering dirt on Melrn Count?
She could press Mona for answers, but 'Whatever. I'll figure it out when I see the real thing.'
Emilia rises from the magic circle on the floor, resolving to patiently await Mona's next move.
“【――――――――――】”
As Emilia steps away from the now-dimmed magic circle, Mona places her hand on its edge and begins chanting the incantation. It's a special language she recalls hearing before, but different this time—sounding like human speech, beastly growls, angelic tongues, or demonic whispers all at once. At the very least, Emilia can't comprehend it as Mona intones the spell in that otherworldly voice.
Woooong...
Whether in response to Mona's chant, a new light rises along the lines of the circle where her hand rests, and mysterious specks of light begin floating upward.
"Oh..."
Tiny as fairies or starlight in the night sky, the specks multiply, gradually forming a bizarre shape. Emilia watches in awe.
Mona, weaving her mystical incantation before the ethereal glow, exudes an aura straight out of a fairy tale—wings and tail notwithstanding. Not just tales of heroes and wizards slaying evil, but of the exotic races and demons who opposed them with their arcane sorcery...
'Snap out of it—this isn't the time to get lost in fantasies.'
Emilia shakes off her daze. The mystical scene before her is shifting into a form she can recognize.
The cluster of light specks rises to eye level above the magic circle. Suddenly, they align in precise formation, stretching out like fingers pointing somewhere.
The lights lead to a corner of the secret storeroom—a massive filing cabinet with multiple drawers. They're homing in on one in particular.
Mona reaches it first, sighing regretfully.
"Ah~ what a pain. It's got a plain old mundane lock—no magic or curses on it...?"
She's fiddling with the padlock on the drawer. The cabinet has tons of drawers, but only a few are locked—probably holding the important documents.
"Not just the lock—the whole cabinet's made of mithril too..."
"Can't open it?"
"Not without the key~ and I'm no brute-force type~."
She can unravel hidden mechanisms or dispel magical seals with intent behind them, but simple physical locks like this stump her.
Emilia weighs the situation briefly, then steps forward with half-resigned determination.
"...I'll open it."
"Huh?"
"Move."
In her hand is a thin paper knife snatched from the nearby desk—meant for slicing letters or documents. It's for cutting paper, not anything harder like metal, let alone stone.
Or so it should be.
"..."
Shiiik! Kiiiiiing—
A sharp, piercing tone rings out in an instant. Whether from slicing air or the clash of mithril and steel, it's impossible to tell—but the knife, swung at invisible speed, shears clean through the mithril lock.
And in the next moment—clink! Clink! The bisected lock falls to the floor in two neat pieces.
A hero indeed. Emilia has severed it effortlessly.
"Ooh, oooh... impressive, Lia! As expected—"
Shiiik!
As Mona widens her eyes in admiration, Emilia swings the paper knife again at the same blinding speed—this time aimed at her.
The thin blade gleams with enveloping mana. The unwavering arc of light hurtles straight for Mona's throat.
A strike that sliced mithril like butter would pierce her soft flesh in an instant, cleanly severing that slender neck.
But...
"Kuh...!"
Regrettably, the knife's edge halts abruptly just shy of Mona's throat.
As if blocked by an invisible wall. There was no such barrier, of course—merely the Domination Spell binding Emilia refusing to permit her rebellion.
"What do you think you're doing, Lia?"
"...Figures... it won't work..."
"I asked what this is about?"
Mona is still smiling. With that same grin, she points a finger at Emilia and twirls it in a small circle.
Bzzzt! Zzzzzap!
"Ugh... ahhhh...!?"
In that instant, a bizarre electric shock surges from the base of Emilia's throat. Her body trembles uncontrollably, strength draining as she slumps halfway against the cabinet, sliding down.
The burning pain ravages her from within, muffled screams escaping her lips.
Previously, along with the enchanted slave collar, a thorny vine tattoo was etched on her neck—the mark of the Domination and Submission Spell. Through it, Mona now administers discipline.
There are various punishment modes, but this is the straightforward 'Pain' variety, penalizing her current actions.
Bzzt! Zzzzzzzt!
"Lia, Lia. I get what you're thinking, but mind the time and place, okay?"
"Ugh... ugh... grrrk...!!"
"Gonna do it again? If you keep this up, I'll have no choice but to toss you out like trash. Master wouldn't allow it, of course... so be a good girl and obey me. Now, Lia—if you'll behave, nod for me. Or I'll just keep tormenting you like this."
Mona still wears that grin. But the smile's intent and intensity are utterly unlike her usual playfulness.
Her gaze clutches the heart like a vice, her voice laced with chilling menace. Emilia, tears streaming from the searing agony, flinches and trembles at the shift.
"So, what's it gonna be, Lia? Will you obey?"
No other choice. Emilia whips her numbing body into submission and nods with effort.
Mona beams cheerfully once more, flicking her finger to release Emilia's 'discipline.'