The Heroine is Lewdly in Heat (3)
Haah... haah... haah... haah... haah... haaaaaah...
‘If I just had... that thing...’
‘If I shoved that into... my pussy... it’d definitely... definitely feel so good...’
Haah... haah... haah... haah... haah... haah!!
Staggering unsteadily, Emilia lurches toward the patrolling knight. Her négligée is hiked up, leaving her ripe, fruit-like breasts fully exposed, but she presses on without a moment's pause for shame—as if she has no spare capacity for it. She simply... advances.
‘That thing, that thing, that thing, just that...!’
‘With that... ah, aaah... hurry...!’
With a metallic clank, the armored guard golem draws near. One more step, one stretch of the hand, and she could surely snatch that sword. With the hilt of that sword, she could thrust vigorously into this unbearably itchy hole...!
“—That’s far enough, Lia. Come any closer, and it’ll attack.”
“?!”
The hand Emilia had reached toward the guard golem is firmly gripped and halted by another hand extending from behind her shoulder. The one holding Emilia is the succubus Mona, who has somehow crept up close. Floating in midair, Mona gazes down at her with an incredulous expression.
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“I told you, didn’t I? No matter where you are, I can always sense you.”
Mona had detected Emilia suddenly emerging from the bedroom—when she should have been fast asleep—and wandering aimlessly afterward. When she followed the unexpected movements, she found Emilia collapsed in exhaustion in the middle of the corridor, already masturbating.
In other words...
Mona had witnessed every single shameful act Emilia had committed here. Not just with her own hands, but even using the count's mansion fixtures for self-pleasure—and even targeting the guard golem's hilt while panting like a beast. She'd seen it all.
...Truly, the worst.
And she'd just watched it all without a word? What a wicked hobby.
“Heehee, thanks to that, I got to enjoy myself plenty too, using you as a side dish~.”
Mona's current outfit is borderline reverse bunny—fully exposing her breasts, nipples, and crotch. Her groin and thighs glisten slickly with something smooth. Surely Emilia's love juices from masturbating while watching her.
...An even more wicked hobby.
“Ah... huuuh...”
The guard golem passes by down the corridor as if nothing happened. As the perfect tool to relieve her itch slips away, Emilia collapses limply to the floor in hollow despair.
‘What... what should I even do...’
Even slumped down, her waist and hips twitch and writhe, as if rubbing her still-itchy, restless pussy against the floor. But the drive she had earlier against the stone pedestal is gone. She vaguely realizes now that no further effort will help—nothing can quench this feeling.
No matter what she does, how she tries. All that's left for her is a future of tormenting frustration with this lustful body...
‘Despair...’
‘I have no future... I’ll just cling to this frustrating body... and live like that...’
‘I’d rather die... I can’t... take this...’
“Come on, Lia. Get up. Let’s move.”
“...?”
Mona gently takes the hand of Emilia, who had sunk into despair and was ready to abandon everything, and pulls her to her feet. Though smiling brightly, there's little of her usual playfulness—instead, her smile carries the worry and maturity of an elder sister. At some point, she'd descended to the corridor floor, standing on two feet beside Emilia.
“You worked hard today, Lia. You reached your limit so many times.”
“This is just the backlash from your body recovering under Master's power.”
“It's the same as accepting that you're one of Master's kin.”
“The domination and lust spells that the Hero's Blessing had been suppressing are finally taking hold at a normal level.”
“So it's not weird, Lia.”
“What you're feeling right now is normal.”
“Come along now... First, let's go see Master.”
“From here on, we'll teach you slowly how to adapt to your body as it is now... Master and I will show you properly...”
Mona whispers kindly, gently, seductively. It's okay. Even with a body like this, there's a way to live. In fact, you can live a far happier life than before. Just trust me. All your worries will be solved...
‘Ah... ah...’
‘If only... if you could fix this body... just this body...’
Because of this restless body, this unquenchable flesh... Emilia had even considered ending her own life. That's why. That's why. That's why. That's why—if only this body's torment could be relieved... she'd gladly offer anything in return.
She could offer this body. Her pride. Everything as a hero. Even her heart. Her body and heart weren't enough—she'd offer her soul too...
If only this itch could be soothed. This frustration quenched. If only this could be fixed...
“Come on, let's go, Lia.”
Mona tugs Emilia's arm again. Having lost all judgment, Emilia fully trusts the sweet whispers and follows without resistance. No—she doesn't shake off Mona's hand. She simply lets herself be led.
No, wait—correction. She tries to follow...
But suddenly, she stops in her tracks.
“Hm? What's wrong, Lia? Not going?”
Despite the agony burning through her body from lust, making it so painful and hard to bear, Mona looks at the halted Emilia with puzzlement. Emilia doesn't seem to have snapped out of it. With her dazed, unfocused eyes...
“...No... can’t...”
“Mona... and Count Melrn... are... enemies...”
She mutters. Even as she contemplates abandoning her hero's duty or sacrificing her life in desperation... her enmity toward Mona and Count Melrn weighs even heavier. More than her mission as a hero, more than her own life. Those two archenemies hold greater sway in her heart.
‘...Hah, so cuuuute~♪’
At that sight, Mona's gentle, sisterly smile twists into the sly, demonic grin that suits her usual self. That's right. Now it's fun to torment her. Unable to contain how adorably lovable Lia is, Mona's face flushes as she squirms at the waist. Then, the tail sprouting from her tailbone writhes toward Emilia.
A typical demon tail—sleek and glossy, broad and pointed at the tip. But suddenly, it throbs like a living creature all its own. The broad end swells, then spluuurt—splits into four prongs.
It resembles a living mouth. Or perhaps some creature's tentacle. The inner surfaces, splayed wide, bristle with countless pink, fleshy protrusions like taste buds, and between them, a strange fluid like saliva drips steadily, trailing down below the gaping tail-tip.
“...?!”
Emilia startles at the tail's transformation and the grotesque thing closing in, trying to back away—but Mona's grip on her hand prevents it. She could shake it off with her hero's strength, but her muddled mind doesn't even consider it.
And then—Mona's tail extends toward Emilia's crotch, the splayed tentacle-mouth gaping wide.
Shlick—splat, splat!Gluuuurp...!
“N... nhhuuuuh...?!”
The tail-tentacle clamps onto Emilia's crotch and sticks fast, unyielding. Her labia, her pussy, her clit—all engulfed whole by the tentacle. Devoured.
Her already hypersensitive pussy... this lewd, desperate slit begging for any stimulation...
“Ah... aaaah♥♥♥♥!!”
“Heehee, so cuuute~.”
With one arm held by Mona, Emilia lets out mindless moans. Mona lightly strokes her cheek fondly, then strides ahead briskly. Naturally, the tail-tentacle moves with her—and since it won't release Emilia's crotch, Emilia has no choice but to stumble after.
‘N... ngh... this... this is...’
No choice, absolutely no choice. Not surrendering of her own will—forced by this wicked Mona. Clinging to that excuse, Emilia follows obediently despite her protests. Her arms, constantly trying to pry at the tentacle-mouth, are bound behind her with threads of magic. The tentacle-mouth coating her crotch now focuses inside, wrapping her clit tightly and sucking even more fiercely.
Ah... aaah... ngh... eek... nnghaaa!...
Amid the violation and teasing from Mona's tail ruthlessly ravaging her, Emilia staggers along in fury—or so it seems. In truth, she's overflowing with unbearable joy and ecstasy, tottering after Mona as led...