Harmony in the Lord's Household — Emil's True Nature?
A frail young man who looked like he'd never been anywhere near violence. The sort of person you'd worry might get picked on himself rather than ever pick on anyone else. That was the picture I'd painted of Emil from everything I'd seen and felt of him.
And now, looking back, I think:
Of course a cunt-bitch would get it wrong. I'd been completely, utterly mistaken, hadn't I?
"Just dripping and dribbling in all the wrong places! Do you even have any intention of properly serving a man, you fucking bitch?!"
That princely mask of his twisted into something savage as Emil clamped his hands around my throat. True to his upbringing as a hothouse flower who'd never known hardship, the strength behind those fingers wasn't all that impressive. Even so, there was no mistaking it — he was a man, through and through.
"Ghk—♥♥♥ nnh♥♥ nnnnngh♥♥♥"
Not quite enough force to kill a person outright, but more than enough to hurt. My windpipe narrowed under the pressure. With the lamplight at his back, Emil's face was cast in shadow, and the blood-drunk fire in his eyes seemed to burn with a light of its own. The explosive power of a man throwing everything he had into the act, the panting jets of breath tearing out of his nose — I could feel the maleness in all of it.
Ah. Yes. This was how it should be. If you were a man, this was how you were supposed to be.
The instant this man I'd been quietly looking down on as insufficiently masculine laid his manhood out this raw and this clear, the woman in me conducted an immediate self-criticism and voted to surrender to the male in front of her.
"I-I'm sorryyy♥ Th-this stupid cunt-bitch completely forgot her place♥ I-I'll serve you properly, so please, forgive—♥"
A fierce sting bloomed across my cheek and snapped my head to the side. And it didn't stop at one.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack!!
"You think an apology is enough, you filthy bitch?! You were looking down on me too, weren't you!? You acted like that because you thought I was a joke, didn't you?! A whore who takes the hole she's supposed to use serving men and spends it on her own selfish pleasure!"
Ah... honestly.
I'd been thinking I needed to educate Emil in the proper mindset of a man. The way I once had with Hans. But that had been nothing more than a hollow-headed bitch's delusion. This gentleman already possessed a man's mindset in full. The only reason he hadn't been able to show it was the circumstances around him — the pressure holding it down.
"Ahn♥ I-I'm sorry! This cunt-bitch didn't know her place and committed a terrible wrong♥ Until your anger is spent, please, hit me as much as you want♥♥"
"I was going to anyway!"
Emil snarled like a furious lion and tightened his grip on the nape of my neck. From that position he started rocking his own hips, slamming into my pussy without the slightest restraint.
No technique whatsoever♥ He just wanted to feel good♥ He just wanted to slake his urge to destroy♥ And it was precisely that kind of sincerely savage fucking that became the keycard that made a masochist slut like me's womb ring out.
"Kkhh—! You fucking bitch, your cunt's squeezing filthy-tight! That how good it feels taking a cock from a man you've barely even spoken to, you cheap little tart! You whore!"
"Uhihihihit♥ I love it♥ I love it♥ It's the besttt♥ Emil-nim's long cock, I love it so much♥ Just being allowed to take this cock is enough to make me happyyy♥"
Apparently my happiness didn't sit well with Emil either. He clamped down on my throat even harder, hard enough that I couldn't get a word out at all.
"Ghk!!? Ghk, ghaaaaaah! Ah—"
With my vocal cords crushed, the only sound that managed to leak from my mouth was something like a frog dying of consumption. Wow. Emil might actually be trying to kill me. Or even if he wasn't trying, I might die by accident anyway.
...And if I did, wouldn't that be exactly what I'd wanted?
Eheh. My pussy felt so good I couldn't think about anything else♥
"Who the hell said you could talk, you filthy bitch! You're just a tool for making my cock feel good! Shut your mouth! Don't speak! And squeeze that cunt! If you want to live, squeeze it! I'm not letting go of this hand until I cum!"
Of course, I was going to squeeze whether Emil threatened me or not. That was the entire reason I existed.
"Nnghhooooooh... o-ooh..."
Ah. The oxygen running out made my head go hazy. My vision blurred and a ringing started up in my ears... and yet, bizarrely, the sexual sensation stayed razor-sharp. No — the fainter my consciousness grew, the more vividly I could feel every texture inside my pussy...
I'm so happy♥
In the end, cunt-bitches are beasts who can be perfectly happy so long as a cock is keeping them satisfied. Following the reflexive last thrash of a body about to cross over to the far side of death, my pussy contracted far beyond its usual tightness and sucked Emil's cock in. I could feel my cunt cinching down, trying to offer him one final act of devotion.
"Kkhh—! Hah, hah, hah! Y-you fucking bitch! You greedy little slut!"
As if he were talking to someone who wasn't me at all, Emil spat the words out in a rush of pent-up fury, glaring down at me with bloodshot eyes. Violating my pussy while thinking of another woman on the inside.... The satisfaction of being used as a tool was absolutely the best♥
"Hah! Hah! Haaah! Hah! Die! Die! Drop dead! Just fucking die already, you bitches!"
Emil's cock turned my pussy inside out. He forced his way into a cunt clenched deathly tight on the threshold of dying, then wrenched himself back out, and drove in again. He smashed his glans against the mouth of my womb without mercy, pounding as if he meant to plunder every last egg waiting inside.
Unfortunately, the ending where I died being used by Emil never arrived. His manhood was beyond question, but he was still clumsy when it came to pacing himself with a woman. That relentless, merciless piston was lethal for me, yes — but it also sent Emil's own arousal redlining. And once he was that far gone, he gladly threw himself into the updraft of that pleasure and hunted out the deepest part of me.
Byuruuruurut♥ Byut♥ Byut♥ Byuruuruuruuruurut♥♥
Hot baby-seed soaked into me♥ I suddenly remembered that line about how women in the real world barely feel anything during a creampie beyond a vague sense that something's gone in.
What a joke♥ When it feels this good. When it makes me this happy♥ When being conquered by a man is this magnificent♥
"Nnh, nnnnnh, nh!!"
Emil buried his face in my chest and convulsed from the waist down, shaking himself out so that the semen that had been rotting in his balls for so long could settle properly into my womb. The way you'd shake off the last drops of piss in a latrine.
The grip around my throat went slack. Rough, ragged breaths tickled my breasts, and the thing occupying my hole shrank and slipped free of my cunt. Two loads shouldn't have been enough to drain a man's stamina — so this was probably some kind of post-nut haze. Sage time, as they call it.
"Damn it... damn it... in the end I... I couldn't control my own desires, and I did something this awful..."
Once he'd caught his breath and his reason came creeping back, Emil pushed himself up with a voice as wretched as a condemned man on the scaffold. He looked down at me with terribly sad eyes, then bowed his head in a way no noble should.
"I am truly, truly sorry. My violent nature got the better of me and I did something unspeakable. You must have been in so much pain. It must have been so hard. I have no excuse."
Emil stared down at the hands that had been around my throat only moments ago, as if he resented them. There was absolutely no need for that.
"It's been this way for a long time. I think I must have been born with a filthy nature... Before I know it, I find myself imagining it. Myself, tormenting a woman, crushing her down. I'm a repulsive human being who can't stand how badly he wants to treat women as tools for his pleasure and grind them to pieces."
There was even a faint trace of resentment toward me in the voice that followed.
"Until now, I'd been hiding it well. ...Or at least, I intended to hide it. But... but in the end, it seems a person can't keep their true nature buried forever."
Emil gave a hollow little laugh and bowed his head to me once more.
"Now that I've confirmed it, I don't think I can stay here any longer. I'm sorry to say this so selfishly, but I'll have to cancel our arrangement for me to learn magic. What good would it do a creature like me to learn something like that? If anything... perhaps the kindest thing I could do for this world is die as quickly as possible."
What could have made him this self-destructive? The world, of course — a world that had gotten it all wrong. This man simply possessed ordinary, sensible, perfectly decent feelings.
Sympathy surged up in me, and I wrapped my arms around Emil's narrowed back.
"Please don't think that way, Emil-nim. What on earth do you think you've done wrong?"
"You don't need to comfort me. I know perfectly well how cruelly I treated you..."
"Cruelly? I didn't feel it was cruel at all."
Emil turned to look at me, his eyes full of suspicion. But of course I meant every word.
"Something's only cruel if the person on the receiving end experiences it as cruelty, isn't it? A masochistic female like me... I was happy I could be used by a man as much as he wanted."
I put my lips to his ear and whispered.
"When you were choking me, Emil-nim... didn't you see my face? How happy I was, how aroused I was... you didn't notice?"
Ah♥ Emil's heartbeat came flowing up through my arms. I could feel the desires he'd been holding down gathering at that heart, swearing their revenge♥
"I think you've got the wrong idea, Emil-nim♥ That this kind of thing is bad... that women hate it. That's all a misunderstanding. For perverted masochist females like me, it's a blessing."
And every woman, in truth, hides a masochistic female inside her.
"Tell me, Emil-nim. The reason you're trying to leave this mansion — is it because of that sexual desire of yours?"
"...I couldn't say that's the only reason."
"Aha. But that nature of yours isn't something you can run away from just by running. There's only so long you can hold back a flooding river with a dike."
To Emil, my words must have sounded like a death sentence. It was the same as telling him he could never escape his fate. But that wasn't what I meant. I wanted to tell him he didn't need to run at all.
"The trick to stopping a river from flooding isn't simply damming it up. You cut a proper channel and regulate the water level."
"W-what do you... mean by that?"
"It means I'll teach you something besides magic. The proper way to release your desires."