Confirming the Sows' Heat
This was seriously out of nowhere.
No matter what baseless accusations came flying, it was a barbarian’s sad fate to have no way to refute them—but even so, a pig-fucker? Really?
“Your habit of flinging spells around makes you plenty fiendish, but I still thought you were a decent fellow. To think that the moment you got a taste of my pussy you’d awaken to the charms of a female’s soft insides and start trying to mount animals too!”
“Can you shut the hell up?!”
“I knew you had a strong possessive streak and a monopolizing nature when it came to your belongings. But even so… even so…?!”
“Huh? Didn’t I just tell you to stop?”
The sheer absurdity of the slander left me so dumbfounded that I was about to fire back a proper retort. But Sigrun was already gazing at me with the pitying look one reserves for a hopelessly ruined child. At some point she had slipped into that submissive posture of hers, presenting her dripping-wet pussy toward me.
“But even so, you absolutely cannot do it with a real sow! Right here is this Sigrun’s barbarian-exclusive sow pussy, so please take that boiling lust of yours and—kuhhit?!”
“I already said it’s not like that!”
Smack—♡
Honestly, she was just begging for the slap at this point.
“Y-you bastard, my pussy—♡ After I, out of the sheer breadth of my mercy, specially offered to let you use it, this is how you repay the favor—♡”
“What do you mean ‘specially offered’? You’re my exclusive pussy that spreads whenever I tell it to. I’ll use it just fine on my own—don’t go talking about mercy like it’s anything special.”
“A-aah♡ Exclusive pussy…♡ This bastard is again saying such romantic things that make a female knight’s womb clench, uhyiiik?!”
“Use the word ‘romantic’ in a place like this and the Romance Association will sue your ass off, woman.”
I seized her pussy again and, while Sigrun hopped and jerked, pointed firmly at the actual sow standing beside me—not her—so she would listen properly.
“Anyway, it’s nothing like what you’re imagining.”
“…So you’re truly saying you did not come here because pig pussy turned you on?”
“I did not! I was only checking whether these girls had gone into heat or not!”
“Heat?”
What a filthy female knight, I swear.
Even after my desperate explanation, suspicion still lingered in Sigrun’s eyes—until the word “heat” made them sparkle with interest.
“You rushed over here in such a panic just to check whether they were in heat or not?”
“Yeah. You heard how noisy the pigs got the second we walked in, right? Especially the ones in this pen.”
“That… is true? So you are saying that was a sign of the pigs going into heat?”
“That, and…”
I nodded at her words and pointed to the rump of the sow whose tail was standing bolt upright.
“Here—see it?”
“Y-you bastard! Looking at a pig’s pu… its genitals…! Hm?”
This from the woman who wandered around flashing her own pussy without a second thought, yet somehow found it embarrassing to look at someone else’s—especially a real sow’s. Sigrun reflexively clapped both hands over her eyes, but a sparrow can’t pass a mill without pecking. Soon enough, as if determined to prove she was a lewd female knight, she parted her fingers just a crack and peeked through at the “real” sow’s vulva. What she saw made her turn to me in surprise.
“It’s swollen red! And around it there’s this sticky, mucus-like…?!”
“Yep. That’s one of the classic signs of heat in a sow…”
“Y-you fiend!! You wicked scoundrel!!”
“What now? What’s the problem this time?”
Did this sow-knight of mine suffer from some disease that forced her to pick a fight with every other sentence a barbarian uttered? I gave her a chin-jerk that said go ahead and spit it out.
Sigrun pointed a trembling finger at me.
“In that short time you made this sow go into heat just like me…! After everything else, now you’re training a beast’s genitals into a pussy that never dries up, just like mine! As expected of a man who can’t resist sow pussy… ugik?!”
“Get over here! Right now! Come here and stick that pussy out this instant!”
Bullshit. No—pigshit. Another solid pussy-smack for the nonsense.
This time the blow caught her clitoris as well, and whatever critical damage it registered, Sigrun immediately sprayed a vigorous jet of pussy juice with a wet psssh. Her lips twitched upward in pure delight as her body convulsed.
“The second she gets the slightest opening she digs in and starts teasing for all she’s worth.”
“Khh…♡ How can you beat my pussy so naturally…♡ As if my pussy deserves exactly this kind of treatment, without a shred of hesitation, you send this Sigrun flying in an instant…♡”
She talked a good game for someone who came just as naturally the moment her pussy got hit, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Somehow, even after finally getting the barbarian cock she craved so badly, her lust wasn’t calming down—it was exploding day by day instead.
“Hm?”
“Haa♡ A-a little more… just like this, mold me a little more into the man of my tastes…♡”
“What are you even saying? More importantly, is a female knight allowed to act like this?”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Seizing the perfect opening for a new jab, I gave a low, sly chuckle and pointed once more at the sow still standing faithfully at my side while Sigrun panted.
“Who said you could come that hard without my permission? Look—this sow’s rump is soaking wet.”
“Hm? My rump is perfectly fi—”
“Not you. Here. This one. The real sow right here.”
“I am a real sow too?! Barbarian-exclusive pussy! Semen drain! Walking toilet, you—uhyiiit♡”
“Hey, don’t get jealous of an actual sow.”
The sight of Sigrun—praised by every villager in the north as peerless with a blade—feeling genuine jealousy toward a mere sow was something else.
“No, wait, that’s pretty arrogant of you. A meat-toilet like you getting cheeky and jealous of one of our farm’s sows?”
“W-what?! What did this bastard just say?!”
“You might not know it, but she’s VIP around this farm. The kind of VIP who births delicious pigs like the ham you ate earlier. And some mere lust-drain of a woman is going to climb up by calling herself a sow?”
“Huuut♡ You wicked barbarian…♡ Are you saying this Sigrun is lower than a pig…?! That a peerless female knight is inferior to a mere pig…♡ How can you insult me so…♡”
“Tsk tsk tsk…”
The absurd put-down made Sigrun—who until a second ago had been jealous of the real sow—break into a blissful, goofy grin under my scolding.
“Maybe I really should toss you into the pigsty sometime… Spend a day in a pen packed with wild boars the size of light carriages and you’ll get your place in the hierarchy sorted out nice and natural.”
“P-please?! Please, I beg you! Don’t leave that fiendish idea as mere thought—put it into action right awa—ngok?!”
“Hey! Don’t press up against me while sticking your pussy out!”
Smack-smack—♡
There was no talking to her.
After another round of vigorous pussy-spanking that sent Sigrun spraying and climaxing again, she finally seemed to settle. Catching her breath, she looked away from me and muttered,
“F-forget that! Just now, that slipped out because of the Sow Depravity Spell—I said it without meaning to!”
“Oh my, is that so?”
“So… that magnificent… I mean, that absurd idea of shoving me into the pigsty—just keep it packed tightly inside that head of yours and nowhere else. Understood?!”
“…”
Slurp—♡
She’d better learn to control her lower lip before she opened that mouth again.
“Anyway, back to the point. From now on I’m going to check whether the sows in this pen are properly in heat.”
“Properly in heat? Isn’t it enough if their genitals swell and get wet?”
“Just like people can be boiling with lust but still have a separate ovulation window, pigs can go into heat yet still have a peak moment for conception.”
“Is that so? Then how do you intend to confirm it?”
“Simple. You do it like this. Hup—there.”
I told the curious, sparkling-eyed Sigrun to watch carefully, then swung myself up onto the back of the sow beside me.
“Y-you bastard, as I thought?!”
“I told you it’s not what you’re thinking. Normally you don’t even need to mount them—you can just press with your hands. But that only works with fattened domestic pigs. Our wild boars are all built like tanks, so the only way to check is to climb on like this. No choice.”
You’ll have to ride Kkulsuni like this someday, so watch and learn, I added. Then, partly to demonstrate combat boar-riding technique, I hopped cleanly onto the sow’s back right in front of Sigrun.
“And once you’re up, you put your weight on her…! Well? How’s that?”
“She’s just standing still. In human terms it would be like standing at attention… even with you on her back she isn’t moving in any particular way.”
“Good eye. That’s exactly it. The moment she locks into that rigid stance is the absolute best time for breeding.”
“…?”
Sigrun tilted her head, uncomprehending.
“I don’t know about ‘optimal timing.’ To my eyes she is simply standing still. Isn’t that just because you climbed onto her back?”
“That so? Then how about this?”
“Ah…?!”
I pressed my legs into the sow’s flanks—specifically the spot where the hind legs met the sides.
Sigrun, who had been merely tilting her head a second ago, now stared at me with the wide-eyed wonder of someone watching a magic trick.
“Oh? She really is standing stock-still! You’re thrashing around up there like you’re spurring a horse, yet the sow keeps all four feet planted and holds a perfect rigid stance!”
“Right? That locked stance is the sow’s signal that she’s fully ready to accept a male and conceive—go ahead and mount. For example… it’s like how you were yesterday on the bed, quietly on all fours with your ass stuck out begging me to hurry up and fuck you.”
“That—how can that example be so painfully easy to understand…?! Wh-who was begging you to ravish them roughly while meekly sticking their ass out…?!”
“Heh heh heh.”
One solid hit scored.