#22 The Heroine in Heat's Lewd Surrender Sex (2)
Meanwhile, as the Melrn Count kneaded and caressed Emilia's breasts,
Mona floated over beside them, giggling merrily as she prepared her own little gift. She cupped her hands like a bowl, and her tail tendril approached with its mouth sealed shut. From the tight seam of that mouth, a strange liquid spurted out in steady streams—spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt—endlessly.
The clear fluid gathered in the bowl of Mona's hands.
"Here ya go~ This'll make Lia enjoy it even more~."
With those cheerful words, Mona, hovering above Emilia, flipped her cupped hands over in one swift motion, pouring the transparent liquid down in a glistening cascade.
Splashhh…
"Ngh…."
A generous amount splashed onto Emilia's head and down her cleavage, soaking her. Mona repeated the process several times until Emilia was coated head to toe in the slick, bizarre fluid, her body gleaming wetly. It was the special aphrodisiac secreted from Mona's tail tendril—a succubus exclusive. The same stuff that had smeared thickly into Emilia's crotch moments ago was now drenched over her entire body in massive quantities.
Some splashed onto the Melrn Count too, pressed close against her, but as Mona's contractor, it had far less effect on him than on Emilia—mere mild arousal or a slight awakening at best.
But for Emilia, under Mona's dominance, the potency amplified wildly—
"Ngh… Ah, aaah…!!!"
A unbearable heat of estrus flooded her, as if her bones were melting away, her whole body sizzling or boiling from the inside out.
This liquid… everywhere it touches… it's burning hot….
But… it feels so goooood…♥
"Ahhn… Count… Couuunty… more, rub me more…."
Emilia whined coquettishly in her hazy stupor, grabbing his hands with hers and guiding them—not just to her breasts, but spreading the fresh slickness over every inch of her skin.
The Melrn Count obliged, smearing it himself now, and Emilia joined in with her own hands, coating herself even more thoroughly and urgently.
Squish, squish, squish, squish, drip, drip, drip, drip.
All the while, Mona kept extracting more aphrodisiac from her tail, filling her hands and dousing the pair, then repeating the cycle. Emilia's body ended up utterly drenched, like some giant slug.
"Haha, my love. You're overflowing with energy tonight. If you're enjoying this, so am I."
"Yesss… yeah… feels good… so good…♥ Count… Couuunty…♥"
The Melrn Count's hands kneaded her breasts again, toying with her nipples. Unlike before, slicked up with the aphrodisiac lotion instead of mere sweat, they felt even more delectable. The heavy weight and firmness in his palms remained, but Emilia's ecstatic reactions made it all the more satisfying for him.
Pinching and teasing the lotion-slick nipples drew louder moans from her. Her eyes glazed over, her face lewd and wanton, tongue lolling out as drool dribbled down, lost in the mounting pleasure wracking her flesh.
Truth be told, Mona didn't even need the aphrodisiac—Emilia had been wallowing in sweet bliss long before. Just minutes ago, surging waves of desire had driven her to corner-masturbate alone in the hall, but self-relief had only bred frustration and irritation, like pouring water into a leaky jar—fleeting comfort followed by deeper agony gnawing at her.
But now? These burdensome breasts that had felt so stuffy she'd wanted to rip them off, these useless fatty lumps that hindered battle—now, at the mere touch of the Melrn Count's hands, they transformed into symbols of feminine joy.
His touch alone filled her with happiness, turning them into blissful, happy tits. Being groped by him felt good. His hands on her skin felt good. The kneading melted away that stuffy ache like mist in the sun.
And when he whispered in her ear, "Emilia's breasts feel so good," her brain quivered, and she soared to the heavens in rapture. These once-useless lumps now felt like the world's most perfect accessory.
She wanted more. More groping, toying, teasing, tormenting in his hands. More knead, knead, knead, pinch, pinch, squeeze…!
"Ah, aaah… Count… Couuunty…! My breasts… knead them more… touch me more… feels good, right…? Soft and squishy, aren't they…? Doesn't it feel… nice…?"
"Haa… Of course, my love."
"Kyaa…♥ Feels good… I'm so glad…♥"
Her delight in such simple praise was utterly adorable. Still hugging her from behind, the Melrn Count kneaded both breasts and kissed her. Emilia welcomed it eagerly, twisting back toward him, thrusting out her tongue for a deep, sloppy, tongue-twining kiss.
As he fondled her hypersensitive, lewdened breasts, she broke the kiss now and then with sweet sighs, her breath hitching.
The Melrn Count's caresses continued. Always gentle, tender, soft. Even when they grew intense, it was only to meet her demands.
This thick, intimate rendezvous tonight—the initiative lay with Emilia. For the first time, she was demanding sex, caresses, affection outright, and he obliged every whim, asking what she wanted and delivering.
Mona, meanwhile, amused herself sucking Emilia's toes or tickling her soles, savoring the show.
"Count… Couuunty… kiss me… kissss…."
"Hug me tiiiight… with your strong arms… squuuueeeze me… huuug…."
"Huuuuh… suck my nipples… like last time… lick 'em with your tongue… pleeease…."
"Thirsty… mooan… Couuunty… feed me… with your mouth…."
"Pussy… touch my pussy… your hands are so big… so firm… feels good…."
"Count… Couuunty… say you love me… tell me you love me…."
Like a child, Emilia demanded whimsically, context be damned. To her childish, vulgar pleas, the Melrn Count simply indulged her with joy. Even her whiny tantrums were unbearably cute to him, filling him with irresistible affection.
Ahh, this is bliss. Ahh, so lovable. Ahh, so alluring.
She's mine, after all… Ahh, I wish she'd act this spoiled forever!
"Mmm… ahhmm… haaah… right now… feels so good…♥"
Leaning into the Melrn Count, legs splayed wide in a vulgar display, Emilia let his hand delve between her shamefully spread thighs. As she'd begged, it stroked and rubbed her lewd slit, soothing her.
A man's fingers on her pussy. She moaned sweetly, chanting his name, proclaiming her ecstasy over and over.
"My love. Shall I make it feel even better?"
"Uuuunh♥… more…? Y-yeah… do it… make me feel good…♥"
At her plea, he moved his hand more deftly, fingertips homing in on her clit. As his thick finger rubbed the sensitive nub, a chilling thrill raced up her spine through her whole body.
A goosebump-raising surge. Her body tensed instinctively, but his hand peeled back the hood and toyed directly with the exposed pearl.
"Huu♥… ngh…♥ hunh…♥"
Pinch, pinch, pinch, pinch, pinch, pinch, pinch, pinch.
Smeared thick with Mona's aphrodisiac and soaked in, her clit throbbed erect under his touch, planting sky-high pleasure deep inside her. Emilia threw her head back, moaning as the overwhelming sensations tossed her hips bucking wildly.
Her half-lifted ass shook lewdly beneath her. From her pussy hole below, obscene juices flowed without cease.
"Guhk…♥ ohhk♥ haaaaaah♥"
"Feels good? It feels good, doesn't it, Emilia?"
"Aaaahn♥ Yes, yessss… ah, no… st-stop… gonna… gonna cum… uuuunh… there… it's weird…♥"
"Gonna cum? Such a cute way to say it. Cum as much as you want. Go on, squirt~ Squirt~."
"Y-yeah, aaah♥… nooo… embarrassing… don't… don't say it…♥"
Even as Emilia shook her head in denial, the Melrn Count teased on with playful "Squirt~ Squirt~" whispers in her ear.
Ngh, ugh… if you keep… saying that…
Her body already out of control, his words amplified the prickling urge in her bladder.
She couldn't hold it. Couldn't hold it. Couldn't hold it.
"N-nnngh…♥"
"N-nooooooo♥♥♥"
In the end, Emilia—overwhelmed by the relentless clit-teasing pleasure—lost it completely, blasting a thick stream of bright yellow piss right there on the spot. Her twitching, gaping urethra sprayed it out in a shameless shhhhhooooooo….