The Heroine Is Lewdly in Heat (1)
'Hmm... Well, it all worked out in the end.'
From afar, having merged with the spring of one of his shadow golems and possessed it, the Melrn Count returned his consciousness to his original body just as he was in the midst of ravishing Mine Hwangnyeo in front of the emperor.
However, he hadn't yet eliminated the minion that was fucking Mine Hwangnyeo, so from now on, it would simply continue moving according to his appearance and the commands he'd inputted, relentlessly pounding her.
In other words, a moving, living dildo that perfectly replicated everything about the Melrn Count.
It might not match the intensity of being taken by the Melrn Count himself—the source of the Lust Spell that dominated Mine Hwangnyeo—but it would at least serve as some consolation.
Moreover, the longing and desire for his true body would make Mine Hwangnyeo think of the Melrn Count even more intensely, aching desperately for him.
As she was fucked by his golem clone, and over the next few days carrying out the orders he'd given her in the imperial palace, Mine Hwangnyeo would surely yearn for the Melrn Count with pathetic fervor.
Her pussy would constantly drench itself, lewdly writhing in anticipation of taking his cock.
Imagining her pathetic state, the Melrn Count couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
"Hoo. That stupid emperor still pisses me off."
With a sigh, the Melrn Count rose from his body—which had been sitting motionless while his mind was away—and stretched his arms wide.
He was human, after all, and if someone he'd known for a long time died, he might feel a twinge of something.
But with the emperor, there was no guilt or pity whatsoever.
Only lingering rage and irritation now that the man had nowhere left to go.
The emperor was somewhat pitiful if he thought about it, but his past actions were so pathetic and loathsome that the Melrn Count just shook his head.
He quickly shoved thoughts of the emperor from his mind and prepared for bed.
His clothes had apparently been changed into pajamas by Head Maid Hilde while his mind was at the palace.
It hadn't taken long after the banquet hall incident; using the noble-exclusive teleportation circles a few times, he'd already arrived back at his mansion.
A lot had happened, but he didn't feel particularly tired.
On the contrary, he was brimming with energy, practically overflowing.
As proof, alone in the room, the Melrn Count was troubled by his cock standing rock-hard beneath his pants.
'Was it fucking that imperial princess earlier?'
"Mm..."
He had ejaculated inside her pussy with his own consciousness and body, but even if it was the same substance and type as his main body, it had been a clone.
Only the clone had been satisfied by her body.
The warmth and softness of the princess still lingered in his hands, and the sight of her lewd, bitch-in-heat form burned in his vision.
But this body, which had never once cum inside Mine Hwangnyeo, couldn't contain its boiling lust.
'No... I at least enjoyed Emilia at the banquet.'
'But getting this worked up is strange... I admit her body was alluring as a female, but...'
Another possible cause surfaced from later events.
After outdoor sex with Emilia on the balcony, he'd fought the deranged emperor's "Black Knight" and its pet "Bond Dragon."
And... to become Emilia's shield, the Melrn Count had accepted the Demon King's memories.
His memories.
His soul.
His experiences.
His knowledge.
Though he'd sifted through, discarding and filtering much to find only the defensive spells he wanted.
Still, he'd inevitably absorbed a great deal in the process.
Even a fraction of the vast accumulation from an immortal like the Demon King was immense for a human like the Melrn Count, who hadn't even lived a century.
'I thought I just had extra energy, but maybe...'
The power from the Maou's Egg fragments he'd consumed might have settled even deeper into his body, combined with the Demon King's memories.
Simply ingesting the fragments had made his mind fluctuate and unstable before.
But now, it felt calm and serene, making it hard to judge clearly.
He could ask Mona, but...
'My love is probably asleep. She worked hard today.'
The Melrn Count pulled down his pants and gazed at his upright cock, pondering for a moment.
He could call Hilde for relief if not Emilia, but summoning her at bedtime felt a bit rude.
Then Mona it was.
Call Mona, ask about the changes in his body, and have her handle his needs while at it.
Best of all, he didn't even need to move; as her contractor, he could summon her instantly from anywhere.
Yes, that's perfect.
He'd just reached that conclusion and was about to call her when—
Knock knock—
Someone rapped on the door to the Melrn Count's bedroom.
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Stagger... stagger... patter, patter...
'...Wh...ere...'
'Where... is this...?'
Rewind a bit, to elsewhere in the Melrn Count's mansion.
Well past midnight, someone wandered barefoot down a carpeted hallway in the pitch-dark Melrn Baekjak Lowtaek.
Hero Emilia.
The majestic hero who had just vanquished the terrifying Demon King's subordinate knight and its monstrous dragon at the imperial palace.
But the resolute, iron-willed demeanor she'd shown moments ago was gone; now, Emilia roamed the corridor with the lost, wandering expression of a frightened lamb.
Or perhaps "stumbling" was more apt.
Her eyes glazed and hazy as if shrouded in fog, she walked unsteadily.
She wore only a thin negligee and underwear beneath.
Head Maid Hilde had swiftly bathed and dressed her after she'd been transported wrapped in a torn curtain, covered in dust.
Beyond the windows of the staggering corridor she traversed, a fierce storm still raged noisily outside.
Yet some magic kept the mansion interior nearly silent from the din.
And so, in the eerily quiet hallway, Emilia shuffled along with unsteady steps.
'What is it... so hot...'
'No... more than that... I can't take it... don't even know what...'
Sweat beaded on her skin, her pupils trembled.
Just walking left her breathing ragged.
Something felt suffocating.
Something felt anxious.
But she didn't know why.
Didn't know the cause.
What on earth was happening to her?
What did she want?
...She couldn't grasp it.
Only one thought surfaced—
'Somehow... somehow... the Melrn Count.'
'I need to see the Melrn Count... him... that man...'
'But... I don't know how to get there... it's like a maze...'
Having wandered for what felt like ages without reaching her goal, her already shaky legs gave out even more.
Ugh... nngh... splat.
With a groan, Emilia leaned against the corridor wall, then slid down to the floor.
Her hand instinctively reached toward her groin, which felt unbearably urgent for some reason, and she realized the thin panties covering her slit were soaked through.
Why... why was she so wet...?
"Ah... oo... Melrn... Melrn Count... Melruuun..."
Rub... rub... stroke stroke stroke stroke...
In the dim corridor lit only sporadically by magic stone lamps, Emilia began masturbating over her panties in one corner.
With one hand, she kneaded her breasts, which felt like they might burst with aching desperation, through the negligee.
The thin fabric had no bra beneath, so her soft, elastic tits yielded directly to her touch.
She was experienced at this, having done it often, but the pleasure surging from it far surpassed anything she'd known.
'Melrn, Melrn, Melrn, Melrn, Melrn, Melrn...!'
'Nngh... nngh... Melruuun... Melruuun...!'
Hnnngh... ngh... mm... nngh... kuhhhngh...
Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke
Knead knead knead squeeze squeeze squuueeeze
She rubbed her crotch furiously and mauled her tits hard enough to hurt.
From her gaping, moaning mouth spilled the Melrn Count's name over and over.
Her moist eyes gleamed with desperate longing.
The desire boiling in her chest had already surged beyond endurance.
Stroooooke... She couldn't hold back anymore; fingering over her panties wasn't enough.
Emilia hiked up her negligee and yanked her delicate panties down to her thighs.
Sitting bare-assed on the floor, she directly stimulated her throbbing sex below.
"Ah, aaah, ah... aaaah...!"
She rubbed the top of her clit, pinched and twisted her nipples hard.
Still not enough, she stomped her feet in frustration while slumped down, her hands moving frantically amid the anxiety.
Kept moving... and moving....
"Ah... kyaaahn...♥"
Tremble... twitch...!
Finally, Emilia reached a tiny climax.
But it was so pathetically small.
Compared to the unbearable urgency she felt, this meager orgasm seemed utterly inadequate.
Instead, it only gripped her in even greater frustration, her hands working again as she desperately called the Melrn Count's name.