Reward for the Loyal Bitch♥
"Master...♥ I missed you so much...♥"
After the chaotic orgy with my party members finally wrapped up, I sought out Roys Chapel for the first time in ages.
"Hehe... Master's scent... it smells so good...♥"
Like a dog greeting its owner home from deployment, she wagged her tail furiously to show her joy. Burying her nose in my chest, she took a deep breath. With a dazed look on her face, she murmured,
"Haa... nothing compares to this, not even a towel...♥ It's a scent that sets my body on fire...♥"
"Roys, you still stealing my towels?"
"Ah, well... but... Master is always so busy...♥"
She'd turned into a total pervert who got aroused just from my smell, and she occasionally pilfered my laundry. Every time I did the wash, one or two towels would go missing—always her doing.
"If Master came by more often, I wouldn't need to steal them... *sniff* Haaah...♥"
The 'real thing' after so long seemed extra special to her. Even as she made excuses, she kept sniffing eagerly, savoring the aroma.
"Mm, yeah, I've been pretty busy lately."
It was true I'd somewhat neglected her while focusing on conditioning my party first, so I indulged her whining. Stroking her ears, I asked how she'd been.
"How'd things go with your party?"
"Well, no major issues with the clears. Master's party had already wiped out the big monsters so thoroughly that we just mopped up the stragglers."
"Good. And the info I asked you to dig up? Still nothing? Take more time if you need it."
While I was brainwashing my party's heroes, she'd been carrying out my orders to gather intel on the heroes in her party.
"Master, come on. I'm the head of Luna Trading Company, the top merchant guild on the continent? Hehe... gathering that kind of info was a breeze."
She reported every detail on her party's situation.
"The General's all gloomy. He seems really bothered by how Amelie Grace is avoiding him."
"Yeah, figured as much. Don't really care about some guy moping—what about the elf sisters?"
"Those two seem to be hanging in there okay."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. When they first set foot in the cursed lands, they were super anxious, and they didn't mesh well with the rest of the party, so it was tough. But now it's different."
"How so?"
Their precious forest twisted by demonic energy couldn't be a comfy spot for elves, right? She took a big breath like she was recharging a battery, topped off on my scent, and continued her report with a dopey grin.
"*Sniff* Those two... they've vowed to rely on each other more than anyone else now, I think."
She shared her take: corrupt one, and the other would crumble easily.
"Right now, they're each other's pillar holding up their whole world. If one falls, the other—chained to her—tumbles right down too♥"
She'd even prepared aphrodisiacs that worked well on elves and some gifts ahead of time. Give her an inch, and she'd deliver a mile. The woman who'd once wanted to wrap me around her finger was now my devoted limb, working her ass off.
With a proud look, she shared intel on the saint too.
"Lady Saintess... the deeper we go into the cursed lands, the more anxious she's getting."
"Hm? I figured she wouldn't shake easily... why's that?"
With faith as her anchor, I thought she'd hold firm.
"Well... the deeper in we go, the fainter her connection to the goddess gets, or so I heard. She's getting antsy because the Lord's responses barely come through anymore."
"...That's useful info. Good work, Roys."
"Hehe."
She beamed, wrapping her small arms around me in a hug, then perked up her ears and asked,
"So, now Master's party is all under Master's control?"
"Yeah, just your party left now."
Her eyes sparkled as her tail swished in reverence.
"You're amazing, Master...♥ All those heroes in such a short time...♥"
"Eh, what? You're pretty great too, Roys. You handled your assignments so well, let me focus on the fun stuff."
"Just doing my duty as Master's bitch. Hehe."
She scratched her head bashfully, answering humbly. Her round, cute forehead peeking out from that hairstyle suited her perfectly, I thought.
'Humble, my ass.'
Beyond what she'd already shared, she freely offered up schedules, hobbies, personal traumas—anything useful for brainwashing. It wasn't info you could scrape together overnight, so I knew she'd really put in the effort.
"I'm in the mood, Roys. Whatever you want, name it."
"R-Really?!"
Like she'd been mulling it over, she rattled off her requests in a machine-gun burst.
"...Like this, is that okay?"
"Ha, quite the list. Yeah, sure."
"Thank you♥ Master...♥"
***
She returned having swapped her fancy dress for an outfit fit for a bitch in heat. Naked except for her dog collar, panting with excitement, she looked thrilled.
"First... let's start with a kiss...♥"
She wanted to kick things off mouth-to-mouth. Knowing I didn't like her kissing my dick with her mouth first, she was getting her fill upfront.
"Haa...♥ *smack* Master's saliva scent...♥ The best...♥"
Beastkin body heat flowed through her tongue.
*Smack, kiss♥ Slurp...♥*
Like she wanted to suck out every drop of my fluids, she poured in affection for all the lost time. From light butterfly kisses savoring lip texture to intense Frenching with tongues entwining.
"...*Smack*, kissing's nice, but... this is the real deal...♥"
After making out for a good while, she peeled off my pants, eyeing my swollen lower half.
"This... I dream of the taste every night...♥"
Bringing her nose close to my cock, her tail wagged even faster.
"...M-Master... do that thing...♥"
Before diving into full service, she asked for the favor she'd requested.
"When we fuck, your palms feel like pussy to you."
Twisted thoughts, warped body sensations, that confusing, dominated thrill. She begged to feel it again.
"Hyut...♥ It's here...♥"
Fascinated by the pussy sensation in her palm, she rubbed it a few times, clapped lightly, and shuddered.
"Haaah...♥ This one's a bit painful...♥"
Using her pussy-linked palm to gently stroke my cock, she licked the glans with her mouth.
"Hmph♥ *Smack*...♥ Haa...♥ Mmph...♥"
Sniffing deep with her nose buried in my cock, she guessed the order of my recent fucks like it was a fun riddle.
"*Sniiiiff* Mm... morning with Lady Bella and Belia, then Amelie Grace and Elahe, right before Irina. Right...? Hehe...♥"
'Creepy as hell.'
Figuring that out just from sucking my dick? Beastkin noses really pulled in way more info than humans'.
'Kinda hot that she's using all that intel sniffing my cock, though.'
"Sniff sniff...♥ Mmph...♥ *Smack* Slurp...♥"
She swirled her tongue around the glans slit, diligently cleaning my cock. Like she wanted the scent seeping into every corner of her mouth, brushing her teeth with my head.
Her service didn't stop there. Her long tongue, insatiable, probed deeper.
From shaft to balls, balls to perineum, perineum to asshole.
"Slurp, hyut...♥ So intense...♥"
Having developed a severe smell fetish, she adored every whiff of me.
*Smack♥ Kiss♥*
Her devoted rimjob really evoked a dog. Like two pups meeting and sniffing asses furiously, her long tongue stimulated my prostate, urging erection.
With my cock now rock-hard from her dedication, she squeezed and stroked it with her pussy-palm.
"Eut...♥ This...♥ Amazing...♥"
The combo of scent pleasure and alien bliss from her hand-pussy had her reveling in the filthy service.
"...Bitch pose."
"Nyaaah♥"
True to her training, she prioritized my command over her pleasure. Hands clasped politely, legs spread wide.
Supporting on tiptoes, trembling but holding the submissive pose, she spread her dripping pussy wide for me.
"...Woof!♥"
After a cute bark, she begged with vulgar words for my cock.
"Please squelch Roys's bitch pussy♥ Stretch the inside by force and dump loads of your stinky cum...♥"
Pointing to her womb spot with a finger, she acted all cutesy.
"Fill your Master's exclusive beastkin cum-dump with your awesome cock♥ Woof♥ Woof♥"
Exposing her soft belly defenselessly, she showed perfect submission. Guiding my cock to her pussy with her palm, she kept up the coquetry.
"...Wait."
"...Eut♥"
Desperate to get impaled, gripping tight, but she barely stopped her hips to obey.
"Good girl. Now, eat."
"...Woof♥"
My long cock hit both her palm-pussy and real one in a single thrust—she shuddered in double orgasm.
"Huk...♥ Hypno sex...♥ The best...♥"
Her pussy clenched, refusing to let go. Pulling out made lewd *schlurps*.
"Huk♥ *Sniff* Haaak...♥ *Mmph* Haang...♥ *Snuuuff*"
Even as my glans battered her womb like a kid's fist, she couldn't quit the sniffing. Face buried in my chest the whole pounding, huffing sweat-scent, lost in heat—I enjoyed Roys's slutty display.
Every thick cumshot to her womb maxed out her tail speed.
"Haaa...♥ So much stinky stuff...♥ So full...♥"
As usual, she unconsciously stroked her leaking slit with her palm—then froze in shock.
"Eut...?!"
Her palm felt like pussy, so it was like 'pussy' touching 'pussy'.
"Hehe...♥ Word Spirit hypnosis...♥ Incredible...♥"
Savoring self-cunnilingus, she slurped the escaped cum from her hand-pussy.
"Mmph...♥ *Slurp* Haaht...♥"
From self-boobjob to self-cunnilingus show, she writhed in extreme pleasure.
Her eyes brimmed with happiness and even deeper loyalty.
"I love you, Master...♥"
Dazed, swallowing cum scooped by hand into her mouth, she smiled at me. My loyal bitch had received the perfect reward.
***
At that moment, Saint Cecilia was at prayer.
To hear the goddess's voice, growing ever fainter...