Chapter 18 – #6 Earl of Meln (3)
The fact that she’s a virgin, and the fact that she doesn’t know men.
Because she is not a sensible woman.
It’s because she’s not the kind of cheap woman who gives her body to just about any man.
That’s why I don’t think there’s anything to be ashamed of, I guess.
Just by honestly confessing that fact, a bizarre shame came over me.
“I see, she was a virgin too… Haaa… She’s different from that woman… After all, it resembles the damn sow that seduced Edgar… This one is completely different…”
“Emilia cherished and prepared her maiden for me. Ah… I’m glad… Very very happy…”
It can’t be.
It can’t be!
I wanted to kick it while cursing, but
When she tries to harm him, her body stiffens and becomes unable to do anything, and Emilia can only stand still in silence.
Meanwhile, Earl Meln continued to praise her Emilia.
In her voyeuristic attitude all the way from her distance, she gradually stretched out her hand and, little by little, carefully laid her hand on Emilia.
With delicate hand movements, as if touching glassware that would break or break if touched incorrectly,
Then, in the middle, they come in contact with surprisingly bold hand movements.
“… A maiden’s body… Please don’t touch me…”
“Ahaha, is that so~? It’s mine from now on, so I guess I can do whatever I want.”
“…”
Count Meln’s hand touched Emilia’s cheek and caressed her thin eyelids as if gently touching them.
Emilia clearly resembles her mother.
However, even in this situation, in her dignified, dignified attitude without pessimism, the traces of Edgar Eden Bertz, her father, were evident.
Moreover, her lips, her calm indigo eyes reminiscent of the night sky, and the shape of her ears that cutely turn red…
Clearly, the figure of her father, her former hero, is visible.
These indigo-blue eyes seem to have been passed down since the time of Arthur Edenbertz, the progenitor of warriors.
Perhaps the parts that make Emilia resemble her father may have come from that ancestor.
In fact, Earl Meln, who calls himself a ‘Hero’s fan’, trembled with excitement,
She licked the area around Emilia’s eyelids with her long drawn out tongue.
“Oh…”
Emilia startled and trembled her body.
Although there were times when I was embarrassed and surprised at the act of licking her face, an act she had never experienced before.
Strangely, more than disgust…
I was taken aback by her self-portrait, as I felt that she was strangely excited.
“Whoops… Lovely…”
Earl Meln stretched out his hand and placed it on Emilia’s voluptuous breasts, which he had been voyeurizing all along, and began to gently knead and caress her.
Even though he has become an adult, the man’s thick hands knead his breasts, which are plentiful for his age, and his elastic flesh…
“—-Yes… Ahhh…”
And Emilia.
In this situation where the flesh under her clothes is rubbed by a man for the first time in her life, at her hand caressing her own breasts,
Feeling a strange pleasure, she involuntarily let out a sweet moan.
His chin lifts slightly, and his eyes slowly close, reacting to the pleasure.
From Emilia’s neck to her ears, a red aura rose from her excitement.
Every time Count Meln’s large hands massaged her breasts, touching, rubbing and stimulating her as if to test her elasticity, a thrill of pleasure sent chills down Emilia’s spine.
A tingling, yet tingling sensation of pleasure.
It’s just a little kneading, but it’s not really a hard kneading… I could already feel those nipples lift their heads upright and begin to stand erect.
* * *
‘This is strange…’
‘Originally… It’s like this… ? To a man… Being touched… ?’
Obviously Emilia often masturbated alone,
She used to massage her own voluptuous, risqué breasts with her own hands, which were unsuitable for her warriors.
But something about her feels radically different from when she was kneading it with her own hands.
Besides, it’s not just because it’s a man’s hand…
“How are you, Emilia? Don’t you feel something out of the ordinary?”
“… To me… What are you doing… Did you… You…”
“I didn’t do it. Although I instructed. … You must have drunk Mona’s blood, right?”
… Blood?
I don’t remember drinking anything like that…
As Emilia was perplexed and tried to think of something that might be possible,
Count Meln said, “Come here,” Grabbing Emilia’s slender arm and leading her.
Emilia was led to a large full-length mirror installed on one side of her room.
Earl Meln, who stood her Emilia in front of her, stood behind her in a hugging posture, stretched out her hand and pointed at her somewhere.
Emilia’s lower belly, which should be white and smooth without any blemishes,
There was a strangely shaped brand that had never been seen before.
It is said that it was engraved with a graceful line, as if it was modeled after her womb… Emilia had a vague thought.
“It’s called 【Drinking】. It’s like the brand of a slave that’s being stamped on all the women you’ve captured… After feeding Mona’s blood with witchcraft, it seemed like she had to memorize a special spell again. I don’t know the details.”
Then Earl Meln asked her if something strange had happened to her.
When this engraving was engraved, was there something there?
As Emilia recalled, she was not sure if it was a memory engraved with her mark, but she had collapsed for a while in the room where her altar was.
It must have been engraved at that time…
“Huh, yeah, you mean you’ve been knocked down? Are you losing strength in your body? You mean the fever is rising? It seems like something is rapidly changing inside?”
“That’s right. That’s when it happened.”
“Your body was fundamentally changed at that time. With a slutty body just right for a female slave and a good fuck-house for me.”
Earl Meln chuckled and continued caressing Emilia’s body as it was.
Emilia tried to push away such Count Meln by holding out her heavy arms or trying to resist at least,
As expected, the weak arm was of no use whatsoever, and she was helpless.
“Ah, ah, uh… Yes… Oops… ♡”
Count Meln’s obscene touch fumbled her Emilia from place to place.
As if enjoying her elasticity, she kneaded Emilia’s heavy breasts as if lifting them from under her,
She even teases her by gently stimulating her lovely pink nipples.
Every time that happens, a sigh that seems to melt away escapes from Emilia’s mouth.
I hate it because it’s so embarrassing, but I can’t help but sigh…
“It’s a pretty body… So does that sow… Pretty… The rice cake was okay… He must have seduced your father with that body… Still, this body is much… Whoops, is it because it’s a hero’s body…”
“This… Oops… ! Oh, my father and… Mother… Don’t insult me… Son of a bitch… !”
“Excuse.”
“Aww… ♡”
As Count Meln twisted both of her Emilia’s nipples, Emilia twitched and trembled as she gathered her fine eyebrows.
Devro Meln, who had moderately tormented Emilia’s breasts,
Then, as it were, I slipped my hand over her and stroked her smooth belly,
She touched the imprint of elegant drinking beneath it.
Then she slowly came down and touched her crotch.
When I commanded her to spread her legs a little, Emilia also obediently followed this, cautiously opening her knees wide.
“I thought a little while ago… Do you usually do hair removal?”
“… Something like that… I don’t…”
“Isn’t that smooth for something like that? I think I’m old enough to grow hair…”
What Devro Meln is talking about is Emilia’s vagina.
It would be normal if I had faint golden pubic hair as if I was originally guarding that place.
Starting with Emilia’s labia right now, the area around it has been kept very clean.
“… It’s just like that… Little hair…”
Also in the armpits, that type of body hair rarely grows.
This may also be something similar to her heroic constitution, but Emilia was not aware of that.
She doesn’t need to shave her hair anyway, Debro Meln muttered happily, then started groping and stroking Emilia’s labia with her hand.
“Ah… Ughhhhh… Yes… ♡”
Following her chest, places like this too.
It seems that Emilia’s labia are also very sensitive,
Emilia trembled as she sobbed at the touch of Devro groping there.
Soft, elastic, high-temperature flesh that is pleasant to the touch.
Devro rubbed her Emilia’s feminine flesh, enjoying the feel of it, then inserted her fingers into her labia and opened them in front of her mirror.
The thread of transparent love juice slowly fell between the gaping labia,
It seems extremely vulgar to see that inner flesh reflected in the mirror as it is without being hidden.
The appearance of her vagina, which she had never looked closely at even though it was her own body,
Seeing that vulgar and vulgar appearance, Emilia trembled as she went into Devro’s arms.
“You’re pretty, Emilia… Emilia’s virgin pussy, which was kept for me…”
“Flaw… Eww… Whoa… Whoa… Oops… No… No… Something like that… I’m not…”
“Yes? Really?”
Devro stuck out her long tongue and thrust it into Emilia’s ear canal.
With that alone, “Ah!” Emilia overreacts, interrupting her breathing.
In the meantime, Devro’s hand began to rub lightly around Emilia’s woman’s bean.
A small vital part wrapped in a shell. Very very sensitive erogenous zone.
Originally, even when masturbating, it was so sensitive that I always touched it carefully.
As [Drinking] Is engraved, it has surely transformed into a more sensitive and more lethal erogenous zone than before,
Debro’s thick, manly hand, the fingers of which began to touch and pick up boldly.
“Ah… Uuuuu ♡
A thrilling, thrilling feeling that traveled down Emilia’s spine and reached her brain.
Her unbearable sensation made Emilia feel the illusion that her nerves were on edge, and her body stiffened.
And regardless of Emilia’s attitude,
Devro skilfully peeled the peas from the shell and began to play with poor and sensitive Emilia’s clitoris.
“Ughhhhh… ♡”
“No, no, oh, uh,hee hee!!”
The clitoris, with its foreskin peeled off, snapped up as if it were being teased in the hands of Devro, Earl Meln, excited.
While being mercilessly stimulated by the alteration of drinking,
Emilia crouched down and tried to cover the place with her two hands, trying to protect it somehow.
“Oops, put your arms back… Your back should do the same, Emilia.”
“Ah… Hey profit?! Oh, no… No, no, no, no!!! I hate it!!”
At Earl Meln’s command, Emilia’s arm moved freely and was fixed behind her back.
In addition to that, she was pushed forward by Count Meln’s body, just as she had been with her knees spread apart, just as she had been before.
“Aaaaa… !! Aaaaa ♥♥♥♥!!!
Compared to crouching down on her body, her pleasure is really conveyed through her spine to her brain without the slightest decrease.
A posture that welcomes the violence of her pleasure transmitted to the clitoris without a single armor of her.
In that torrent of pleasure, in the violent pleasure that is hard to bear.
Emilia lifted her chin and threw her neck back, sobbing as if wailing at her pleasure, letting out her pitiful groan.
