The Heroine's Lewd Surrender in Heat (3)
――And so, Emilia demanded more.
――And so, Emilia begged for love. She pleaded for even greater pleasure. She begged him to hold her tighter, to touch her more, to forgive her shameful display. Ah… aaaah!… Kyaa… huaaang… Every time the Count Melrn's hands grazed her, Emilia let out sweet cries and moans. Her body trembled, slick with sweat from joy and ecstasy, telling him just how intensely she was feeling it, how his touch felt so incredibly good. His hands felt so good. The way they caressed her heated flesh everywhere… it felt so good… it was making her love it… Nn… nngh… hng… haa… haa… haa… ngh…!
Still nestled gently in Count Melrn's arms, Emilia quivered. He stroked and kneaded her ass while whispering sweet words of love into her ear.
The man who had once felt utterly repulsive to her. Until now, even his whispers of love had only disgusted her, making him seem like nothing more than a beast babbling like vermin. But what about now? How did she feel about him now? Every time he whispered to her, every time he spoke of love, Emilia's heart pounded with emotion and gratitude. Her womb throbbed like a second heart, pulsing wildly. His love feels good. His love feels good. His love feels so good… So, I… I too… love… Count… Melrn…
“……? Emilia?”
Count Melrn, mid-whisper of love, called her name with sudden curiosity. Until that moment, she'd been so docile, but now she was gently pushing him away. The pathetic, melting expression on her face had grown slightly foggy, like a mist settling in.
……No…
I must never… love… this… man…
If only just a little. Emilia pierced through the lewd curse dominating her, faintly reclaiming her reason. Her body was still rampaging beyond her control, and Mona's spell, rooted deep in her soul, was corrupting even her noble spirit… So it couldn't be helped. No matter how disheveled she became, no matter her shameful antics.
But, but, but. Still… one thing… This man was her enemy…
I'll never love this man. Never say I love him. Not to him, no matter what.
Her mind wasn't fully clear yet. Her head still felt like melted mush, her brain a puddle. And yet, that one fact stood firm. The murderer of her parents. The enemy of humanity. The filth who stole her purity and defiled her. She could never forgive him, never submit to him. No matter what… absolutely…
“……Emilia?”
“…Ngh♥…”
Just hearing him call her name again made Emilia's body jolt. Pathetic as it was to react like this to mere words, she steeled herself. I can't lose… And Mona, fully aware of the flicker in Emilia's thoughts, watched her with delight, tail swishing playfully.
Even after regaining a sliver of her senses, Emilia quickly sank back into carnal lust. Every time Count Melrn groped her body, she let out pitiful, sweet moans. When Mona tickled or licked her toes, she whined like a helpless bitch. Every whisper from the Count made her shudder in bliss.
But still. No matter what, she held firm on one thing. She never spoke words of love to Count Melrn. That one line, she guarded to the end… no matter what…
“My love, even a gentleman like me is starting to struggle to hold back.”
“……Ah… heh…?”
“My love. You're craving this too, aren't you, Emilia?”
Laid back against fluffy pillows, Emilia blinked in confusion. Then Count Melrn brought his manhood close to her face. His rock-hard cock, its tip glistening with clear precum that trailed down in a thin, sticky thread.
As it neared her face, the musky scent hit her mucosa like a wave. Emilia's heart pounded, her eyes snapping wide open.
Sniiiiiff… sniiiiifff…!
Oh, ooooh…!
Cock… ngh… cocccck…!!
She inhaled deeply. Just that scent alone turned her mind blank. Overwhelmed with reverence for it, Emilia stuck out her tongue between her small lips.
But it didn't reach, leaving her frustrated. “Ngh… ngh…!” Her body, still trembling faintly and boiling with heat, twisted as she propped herself up, leaning toward the cock of her own accord.
“Ah… aaaah… Count's… cock…♥”
“That's right. It's my cock… What do you think, my love? How does my beloved Emilia feel about it?”
“Love… ngh… ah… love it… love… Count Melrn's cock… so big… nn… always… makes me feel so good… love it… love… the smell… the taste… how hard it is… love it so much…”
She couldn't say she loved him. But… maybe confessing her tastes… her preferences… would be okay…?
What do I do, it feels so good.
Just the smell makes my womb and pussy quiver…
I must be remembering… what this cock did to me… the bliss it gave me…
Aaah… can't take it… can't hold back…
The thick shaft slapped against Emilia's face. She felt its scorching heat, the bulging veins pulsing. The rigid pillar felt so reliable, while the dark red glans was grotesquely alluring, stealing her soul.
Sniiiiff, sniiiip, Emilia sniffed it all over—from base to tip, side to side, every inch. Then, the precum beading at the urethral slit smeared stickily onto her nose. Even that texture and scent moved her; her face flushed deeper, her breaths ragged.
And then, as expected, the next step followed. After savoring the scent and shape with her eyes, Emilia extended her red tongue and began lapping at it, tasting the cock.
Fellatio was something she should have been clumsy at. But after Mona's regular lessons these past few days, the knowledge in her mind and the surging lust in her body guided her to serve with surprising skill.
Lick lick lick lick… slurp slurp slurp slurp… She licked it up. Licked it up. Licked it up. Her tongue wrapped around his cock, coating it in saliva, etching its flavor deep into her memory. Every touch of her tongue tip sent electric jolts straight to her lower belly. It felt so good her strength ebbed, her bladder threatening to give again…
“Oh my, Lia is sooo~ adorable♪”
As Emilia lapped at Count Melrn's cock, she unwittingly shook her ass side to side in pleasure. Mona, watching the bitch-in-heat display, murmured delightedly. The Count, too, grinned at how eagerly she clung to his magnificent tool.
“My love. Taste it as much as you want.”
“Mmmph…♥ Nn…♥ Thank you… so happy…♥ Mmm… sluuuurp…”
Count Melrn occasionally adjusted the angle to make it easier for her, entrusting his cock to her mouth. Delighted by his gentlemanly gesture, Emilia gently caressed his balls while devouring his cock more fervently.
Once it was thoroughly slick with saliva from glans to root, she enveloped the head with her lips and sucked: smack smack smack smack.
“Ngh, oh, Emilia…! Mmm…!”
“Mmmph… Count… Count's… cock tastes so good… mmmph…”
The yin pattern etched on Emilia's lower abdomen glowed faintly with eerie light. Swallowed by lust, she felt the same piercing joy in her mouth as if her pussy were being fucked. But even more, under the spell's dominion… serving the man who owned her brought extra waves of pleasure and joy.
When Count Melrn was pleased, so was Emilia. Specifically, each act of service that delighted him flooded her with bliss like repeated creampies deep inside. Heat bloomed in her womb, happiness spreading…
Nn, ngh… love it… love it…
Sucking the Count's cock… feels this good… so wonderful… ah… so haaaappy…
Slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp…
Emilia shook her ass in feminine rhythm, sucking his cock with total devotion. From the light glans-sucking earlier, she now took it deeper, filling her mouth and sucking hard…