A Manner Befitting a Sow
Oh, for crying out loud — of all the people, and of all the times for her to show up?
And not just show up, but burst in the very instant I'd shoved my fully hard barbarian cock into Sigrun's twitching female-knight pussy, like she'd been waiting for the cue.
A whole parade of excuses I could try on Virna flashed through my head in that split second, but yanking out in a panic would have been the amateur move.
Splurt—♡
"Haghiiiii—♡"
"Oh, you're here?"
I slammed my cock straight into the deepest part of Sigrun's pussy and tossed a casual wave toward Virna, who was jabbing a finger at us from the doorway.
"You crazy bastard, what do you mean 'oh, you're here'?! Hey! You said you were going to breed me! You said you'd make a baby with me, and then you bring some random bitch into the house and start ramming your dick into her like a maniac— wait, huh?"
"Huuuuhh—♡ Nnngh—♡"
"?"
What the hell is wrong with her?
By rights this was the part where she should have started screaming blue murder for a solid two nights and three days.
"Huuuuuhh—♡ Nngh—♡ She's watching—♡ Of all people, the one person who absolutely must not see this—♡"
"And what's with you? Why'd you suddenly bury your face like that?"
Great. Now I've got a matched set of lunatics.
I was still tilting my head at Virna and Sigrun's completely unexpected reactions when Virna, as if she'd spotted something, strode straight into the breeding-boar pen, marched right up beside us, and jerked her chin at Sigrun.
"Hey, you! Pink-hair, currently snacking on my fiancé's cock like it's a delicacy! Mind lifting that head for a second?"
"O-oink?"
"Don't you 'oink' me. Lift it before I put an oink-fist through your face, huh? I'm being incredibly patient right now. Before I grab you by the hair and yank—"
"What's your problem all of a sudden? We're having a good time here. Why come barge in?"
"This bastard is cheating right in front of his fiancée and he has the nerve to act shameless?! More importantly, let go! I swear I've seen that bitch somewhere before!"
"What? You've met her?"
So that was why Sigrun had face-planted the moment Virna walked in. Don't tell me these two actually knew each other?
"Nngh—♡"
Thrust—♡
I gave my hips a light bounce and asked Sigrun,
"Is that true? Have you met Virna before?"
"Ooink—♡ Oink-oink—♡"
"My sow here says nothing of the sort ever happened."
"A-a sow?! What kind of barbaric custom from the stone age is that…?!"
"Huuuuh…♡"
Squeeze—♡
Even for a barbarian, getting called barbaric must have stung; Sigrun, head still bowed, flushed red to the tips of her ears, clenched her pussy hard, and came on the spot.
"A-anyway! I've seen that so— that pink-hair before! That hair color, that hairstyle, even the size of those tits. She's the spitting image of the adventurer who showed up near our tribe not long ago asking around about you!"
"An adventurer? She's a female knight."
"A female knight? The one I met told me she was an adventurer."
"What the hell have you been getting up to when I'm not around? Still, if you're that sure…"
I knew Virna was rough, but she wasn't the type to spout nonsense. I turned back to Sigrun.
"Hey, pig. Lift your head."
"O-oink-oink—♡ Ooink—♡"
"Stop clenching that pussy and lift your head already!"
"Nnghiiiiii—♡"
Wham—♡
I drove my pubic bone hard into Sigrun's ass.
"Y-you vile barbarian brute—♡ Using pussy-pounding to force me to raise my head—♡ You know perfectly well that if you smash into my womb like that I have no choice but to look up—♡"
"Y-you little—?!"
Sigrun snapped her head up with her usual vulgar cry and came spectacularly, face twisted in bliss. The moment Virna got a clear look, she stabbed a finger at her.
"That's her! That's the bitch! Same face and everything as the one I told you about!"
"It is her?"
"It's her! That's her, all right! You— you came here?! You told me you were an adventurer, but you were a knight after all! I knew something felt off!"
"Auuugh—♡"
Virna seized a fistful of Sigrun's hair and yanked.
"What the hell is this supposed to mean?! You said you weren't after Hamar! You said you weren't trying to make him your husband! I— I thought we were friends! I thought you were my friend!"
"Khh—♡ There was nothing I could do—♡ This man cast the Sow Depravity Spell on me, and—♡"
"What?! That thing is real?! I thought the crazy old shaman granny in our village was just rambling because of dementia, but he actually turned you into a sow?!"
"Obviously not."
Thrust-thrust—♡
And she was about to believe that, on top of everything else.
When Virna asked if it was true, I waved both hands hard and demonstrated my innocence with a few more vigorous pussy-pounds.
"I simply had no choice but to become this man's sow—♡ It's not as if I took this barbarian as my husband the way you're imagining, so you can relax— nngh—♡ I-I'm cummiiing—♡"
"Relax about what?! When you're right there openly slurping up Hamar's barbarian cock like it's a treat?!"
"Auuugh—♡ D-don't say it like that—♡ Don't talk as if I'm happily shaking my hips and servicing a barbarian's cock—♡"
"It's not 'as if' — you are servicing it! And Hamar, why the hell have you been so calmly pumping away this whole time?!"
Squish-squish—♡
Watching the sow-knight greedily work the cock even while her hair was being yanked, Virna clawed at her own head and howled.
"What the hell is going on here?! I warned you so many times! I told you how much of a lust-crazed barbarian Hamar is, that unless you were a barbarian like me, or some year-round heat-bitch who never closes her pussy, some world-class perverted slut, you could never take him as a husband — I told you that!"
"Nnghoooh—♡ I'm sorry—♡ Even after all those warnings, it still ended up like this—♡ Turns out I just happen to be a year-round heat-bitch who never closes her pussy, an absurdly perverted slut, so—♡"
"W-what?! So you were that kind of— wait, why have you been so brazen about it this whole time?! Hand over my cock right now!"
"Why is this your cock?!"
Thrust-thrust-thrust—♡
As if she were boasting that she'd claimed the barbarian's cock before Virna had, Sigrun's regal ass slammed into my pelvis with smug, superior little impacts. Virna stared down at her, dumbfounded, then whipped her glare onto me.
"More importantly, how did this even happen?! You never bred me! You're always 'too busy with the farm' and never screw me! I've spent years offering to be your breeding sow, flirting, seducing you! You leave me hanging and then grab some female knight and start railing her?!"
"I really was busy. Then she just showed up out of nowhere and shoved her tits at me, so…"
"I'm pretty too, and my tits are big! Come up with a better excuse!"
"Mm, that's fair. Using looks as an excuse was a little much, wasn't it?"
So how was I going to wriggle out of this one?
I was turning over a few cheap schemes in my head when the lower lips clamped around my cock suddenly gave a wicked little roll. Sigrun, who'd been tasting me so obediently, clicked her tongue and shouted in mock indignation.
"Tch…♡ You vile barbarian bastards—♡ To bind and ravage a noble knight like me with some filthy spell—♡ But I, Sigrun—♡ will never submit to a mere royal cock—♡ There will be no sow-depravity for me under this disgustingly good barbarian dick—♡"
"Right, I thought her movements were too sharp for an adventurer. So she was a knight after all— wait. Sigrun? Sigrun as in… the commander of the Silver Mane Knights?!"
"What? How do you know that? You know it that well?"
"What do you mean 'that well'? Any barbarian worth the name knows the names of the civilized leaders!"
"Why would I need to know that? It's not like I'm going to war with them. Right, Sigrun?"
"Nnghooooh—♡ Ooooh—♡ Don't call my name while you thrust—♡ Just call me a sow-bitch like always and pound me without a care—♡"
"What are you begging him to pound you for?! More importantly, give me back my cock! Why are you sucking it in all the way on your own?!"
Thrust-thrust—♡
I was busily giving Sigrun exactly the pounding she'd demanded when a thought suddenly cut across my mind and I frowned.
Hold on. If what they're saying is true, then Sigrun — a knight-commander — was running espionage among the barbarians. That should be a major incident, the kind where Frostheim would send a formal protest to the Reinhardt Territory. So why is Sigrun so shameless about it, and why is Virna so calm?
I couldn't hold the question in. I turned to Virna, who was still grunting and tugging at my back, trying to pry Sigrun and me apart.
"Hey, Virna — why aren't you angrier? I figured you'd be screaming for an invasion of the Reinhardt Territory by now."
"What good would raising hell do? You're the one who won't fight."
"Huh?"
"You're the Great Warrior. We only invade, burn things to the ground, or throw a rape party if you say so. Did you forget?"
"I have to say so? Ah… right, yeah."
I'd heard it ten years ago and completely forgotten. The will of the Great Warrior was the will of every barbarian in Frostheim. That was why even a savage like Virna simply followed my preference for peace — fuming and flabbergasted, but nothing more.
Don't tell me Sigrun knew that too…?
Someone of a knight-commander's rank would naturally have a decent grasp of barbarian customs and traditions.
"Besides, those knights of theirs are terrible at spying. They get caught and scramble off every other day, so I'm past the point of getting mad about it."
"…"
"Nngho—♡ J-just you wait—♡ The moment I'm free of the Sow Depravity Spell, I will butcher both of you and every last subordinate who put me in danger with their clumsy, half-assed intelligence work—♡"
"You walked over here on your own two feet and asked me to screw you!"
"Nnghooooooh—♡ S-semen—♡ More semen is pouring into my pussyyy—♡"
"Whoa?!"
Brrrrrrr—♡
I let out a small sigh of relief and unloaded straight into Sigrun. Beside me, Virna — who'd been shrugging — gasped at the creampie in progress and shrieked.
"Hey! How can you casually breed someone right in front of your fiancée?! Pull it out right now! If you're going to fuck someone, fuck me!"
I'd already accepted, the moment I laid a hand on Sigrun, that dodging Virna's advances was no longer an option. I turned a thoroughly shameless face on my childhood friend and fiancée, jerked my chin toward Sigrun and the neighboring pen, and said,
"As you can plainly see, she's not a knight right now — she's a sow. So I was breeding her in a manner befitting a sow. Don't interrupt."
"Hmph. Nice words for a man who force-contracepts me every time he cums inside… ooh—♡ C-cumming while grinding against my cervix…♡"
"A manner befitting a sow…?"
Quick on the uptake like any good barbarian, Virna seemed to catch a hint in my words. Right then, Dukbae finished breeding one sow and climbed onto the back of the next, and Virna's mouth curved slowly as her theory locked into place.
"…I was just spouting whatever came to mind so that bitch wouldn't get any weird ideas about you, Hamar. Never figured that was actually your taste—♡ You should've said so sooner—♡ I would've played along ages ago—♡"
"V-Virna? What are you doing? Why are you suddenly taking off your—?!"
As if she'd figured it all out on the spot, Virna started peeling her clothes off right there. Even the shameless sow-knight Sigrun looked mildly flustered by the sudden strip show and tried to stop her by name, but Virna ignored her completely, shed every last scrap of leather and fur until she was stark naked, and then—
"Hey, Hamar—♡ You cheap bastard—♡ Casting the Sow Depravity Spell on your childhood friend and fiancée? You really are a piece of work—♡"
"W-what?!"
"Aigoo, caught red-handed, huh?"
Sigrun sucked in a sharp breath as Virna dropped into the female-submission pose, murmuring the very line she herself so often used.