#22 The Heroine's Lustful Surrender Sex in Heat (1)
――And so, we arrive at the present.
Late at night, someone knocked on the door to Count Melrn's bedroom. Puzzled, the count called in the visitor from beyond the door.
Clank, creeeak...
"Pardon the intrusion, Master. I came to see you for a little business~."
The one who opened the door and stepped inside was Mona, the succubus demon with whom he had a contract. And trailing behind her, connected by her tail, came the hero Emilia.
Emilia was all but naked, her arms twisted behind her back as she leaned forward at the waist, grunting and shuffling along in her wake.
"What the hell is this, Mona?"
"Eek, scary face! This time it's really, really in a good way, so relax! Trust me~!"
"...Let's hear it."
At the count's gruff words, Mona grinned happily and began explaining the whole story.
With her mind clouded in a haze, Emilia floated between them. The two were chatting about something, ignoring her completely. Mona and Count Melrn laughed now and then or wore serious expressions as they talked, occasionally glancing her way.
Emilia's pussy and clit were still gripped tight by Mona's tail tentacle. Inside, fleshy protrusions wriggled ceaselessly, teasing her folds—but it still wasn't enough. She craved even greater stimulation, greater pleasure, gasping desperately for it.
Even the fact that her mortal enemy stood before her barely registered anymore. All that remained was the burning need to quench this body's heat somehow.
Relief... I need relief. Relief. Relief.
A stifling, impatient frustration. A hot, prickling heat surging endlessly from the depths of her lower belly... It kept her from thinking straight. It melted away her reason bit by bit.
Emilia couldn't resist. Emilia couldn't resist. Emilia, absolutely...
"Lia, Lia, you okay?"
Before she knew it, Mona had finished talking and approached her. The succubus's tail detached from Emilia's pussy, finally setting her free. Thick, sticky fluid coated her crotch—Mona's aphrodisiac slime, a special brew designed to torment and tease an already frantic pussy even more. Now exposed to the air, its effects intensified, and Emilia shook her head wildly, sobbing as she begged.
I'm not okay. Not okay at all. Please, save me. Do something about this ache in my pussy...!
Mona watched her pleading with those glazed eyes, as if she were utterly adorable, then whispered into her ear once more.
"It's okay, Lia. Look, Master can fix your condition right up."
"......Really...?"
"Yeah. Just his touch, and you'll be filled with happiness, Lia. All that frustration and impatience? Master will make it all go away..."
At Mona's whisper, Emilia turned her gaze to Count Melrn behind her. He can save me. He can soothe this agonizing body. He can. Count Melrn can. He can do it...!
By the time she snapped to, Emilia was already staggering toward Count Melrn, arms outstretched.
Warnings echoed in Emilia's mind like alarms. He's the enemy. Your nemesis. You should hate him.
Because he's your enemy, you have to reject him. Unfortunately, the last fragile thread of reason that had let her push Mona away earlier was now utterly gone, useless.
She knew she must look pathetic right now—hopelessly so. And yet, she had to admit she could no longer control herself.
"C-Count..."
"Count Melrn... Count... Ugh... Hic... Help me......"
With a trembling voice and misty eyes, Emilia begged him. She stumbled closer and nearly collapsed, but Count Melrn caught her in his arms.
Half-embraced in his hold, she felt a profound relief piercing straight to the top of her head from his sturdy frame... and begged again. Sobbing, she begged.
"Help me... Help meee... My... my pussy hurts so much... Hic... Sniff... I can't take it... Help me..."
"Waaah... I can't hold it... Please... Please... Count... Couuuunt...!"
Hearing that soprano voice—like a child pleading, or a spoiled whine laced with nasal tones—made the count's brain shudder. His beloved woman. His beloved hero.
The same woman who had stood so proud in the imperial palace just earlier. And now, look at her—this adorably cute display.
He was already boiling with lust from whatever influence was at play, barely able to endure. His cock strained rock-hard beneath his pants, beyond its limits, filling him with unbearable need.
A whirlwind of thoughts and desires. Even the urge to devour her from head to toe, chewing her up whole—he pushed it down as he pulled Emilia tightly into his embrace and whispered.
"Of course, my love. If that's what my darling wants, anytime."
His voice was gentle, as if addressing a lover. But his lips twitched between a soft smile and a deeply sinister one.
Emilia noticed none of it. She just melted into his arms, murmuring happily, gratefully, relieved... and hugged him back just as tightly.
Something the real Emilia would never do. As if she'd forgotten he was her enemy entirely, she clung to Count Melrn like a lover...
Emilia's last piece of clothing—a sheer negligee—was stripped away by Count Melrn's hands, leaving her fully naked as he led her onto his bed. (For the record, her soaked panties still dangled from a statue in the hallway.)
"Ah... Aah... Count Melrn... Count... Couuuunt..."
"I got you, I got you, my love. So, how should I help you?"
Count Melrn hugged her from behind on the bed, caressing and fondling her body as he spoke. Just his touch sent electric tingles surging from her lower belly, and Emilia—convinced she'd found her answer—moaned in delight and begged him.
"My breasts... Touch my breasts... Knead them lots and lots...!"
She groped her own full, bursting tits experimentally. But no matter how hard she squeezed, it only frustrated her more—she couldn't reach satisfaction.
But Count Melrn could. His hands might...
"Just like that, my love."
Count Melrn accepted her plea, sliding his hands from her smooth, taut belly—teasing her navel below—and cupping her luscious breasts gently, lifting and kneading them in slow circles from below.
And with that alone—
"Ah, ahaaaaaahhh...♥♥♥"
Emilia's mouth gaped open as she let out a sweet, blissful sigh of pure ecstasy.
Yes. Yes. Yes...!
Her own hands had never satisfied her like this. But now, just his kneading filled her with exquisite pleasure and fulfillment stabbing through her chest.
Just kneading them. Just his big hands lifting her heavy tits. Without even much force... That alone plunged her into rapture.
"Aah, ah, aah, more, more...!! Count... Couuuunt...!!"
"Vulgar, but cute, Emilia."
"Ugh... Hic... Yeah...♥ I can't... I can't... Nnghaaa...♥♥"
Her breasts were kneaded. Her breasts were kneaded. Her breasts were kneaded.
Gently, smoothly, circling her firm, full mounds. The count savored their heavy, mouthwatering heft in his palms, deeply satisfied.
More, more, more. Their minds aligned, both craving to heighten this bliss.
As he kneaded her tits, his hands occasionally stroked her areolas and toyed with her nipples.
"Keeek♥"
With a pathetic, slutty squeal, Emilia threw her head back. The kneading was intense enough, but her nipples—now as sensitive and lewd as her clit—were too much for her to handle.
Even as her breasts were fondled and teased, Emilia sought even greater pleasure, her own hands rubbing and stroking her pussy slit in a frantic, obscene masturbation.
The hero Emilia, so pitifully chasing ecstasy. Gazing at her with an expression that said he couldn't stand how lovable she was, Count Melrn demanded a kiss from behind.
At his request, Emilia twisted her head around, accepting the kiss as demanded—and eagerly deepened it into something far more passionate...