Chapter 145
Chapter 145
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 145
Chapter Title: Meeting (3)
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Just as I was dry-heaving from that nauseating floating sensation that always made me want to puke, the feel of solid ground under my feet and the familiar sight of the massive green brute brought me back.
I sat down on Eleonora's back, who was eagerly licking from my feet up to my ankles at my feet, trying to calm my stomach in the process.
"...♥"
"Say it out loud. I can't understand you just making noises like that."
"Sow's... mouth... is... blocked... ah... know...?"
The moment I plopped my ass down on her back, Eleonora naturally dropped to her knees on the ground, happily playing her role as my chair. The Orc Chief watched us master and servant with disbelief,
yet he couldn't help sending looks of respect and awe toward me, casually leading the fearsome Eleonora around by her collar in such a disgracefully pathetic state.
"Which way?"
"Over... there... big... huge... tent... yeah!"
"Let's go."
Slap!!
"~♥"
Just like some scholar riding an ox in old Joseon-era paintings, I crossed my legs in a lordly seat atop Eleonora's back and grabbed her collar. She revved up like a car starting its engine, spewing exhaust—in her case, squirting pussy juice everywhere.
"Ugh, female stench."
"A... single... female... like... that... if... God's... bitch... it'd... already... impregnated... a hundred... orcs!"
"Heh heh, my sow's plenty slutty and top-notch, huh."
Polygamy was standard for orcs, so a male's prestige was undoubtedly measured by the females he commanded.
While modern folks flaunted wealth with cars and such, orcs had few ways to show off riches, so they proved their worth through the bitches they owned.
Having many fine females was as good as displaying their standard of living.
In that sense, for this orc—the top male in the tribe—no higher praise existed in orc terms.
"Heh heh, hear that? Says you're so lewd he wants to fuck you rotten. But you're taking it pretty calmly... whoa."
Her upper mouth was gagged with the ball gag, so I figured I'd get her reaction from her lower one. But I was suddenly speechless.
Her asshole was gaping wide like it was begging for cock right then and there, and her pussy was leaking fluids like an oil-dripping car, forming a trail of slut juice between her legs.
"Hey! Stop squirting! I said stop squirting!"
"Pff... hnn... ♥"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ The sow others want to fuck. For Eleonora, aiming to be the world's sluttiest sow, this was the ultimate praise from another's lips.
Though utterly vulgar, to Eleonora—the sow knight serving me—the Orc Chief's words were praise that exalted a knight's honor.
"I'm warning you upfront: the pups this sow bears will be mine alone, so don't get any ideas. Just enjoy the view."
"...♥"
"Heh... heh... God's... bitch... not... worth... dreaming... of... even... guts... full... of... gratitude... not!"
He lusted after Eleonora as a male should, but knew she was beyond him, just as he said. It didn't bother me.
She'd have cut him down preemptively if he crossed the line—she was sensitive to such things.
[...Master Breeder, you're pretty impressive in your own way. Not praising you, though, so don't grin like that.] Even the SD Character was sticking out its tongue in disbelief as I bantered orc-style about fucking her over. I headed toward the massive tent the Orc Chief was guiding me to.
-God! God!
-God... and... sow!
-God... descended... again!
-Sow... in... heat... again!
The tent was huge, visible right from the entrance, but deep in the orc village, so as orcs finished their daily tasks—adults, young ones, all—
it wasn't long before every orc in the village fixed their gazes on me and Eleonora.
"Aigoo, everyone's seeing our Eleonora strutting around naked again?"
"Pffhuuu... ♥"
"Hey, your feet keep stopping. Faster, quicker!"
Slap! Slap!
"Prffhuuuu...!!"
Whether the village orcs watched or not, the unbearable humiliation of being spanked like a driven pig, naked on all fours.
Her exhibitionism and masochism—perfect partners like Gyeyoung and Bart—created synergy, flooding her body with irresistible pleasure.
Yet despite cumming over and over, shaking her pussy nonstop, Eleonora never stopped her arms and legs.
She wobbled but didn't fall.
She trembled but didn't collapse.
Even amid the strain of crawling under the orcs' words and stares, she deliberately shook her plump, massive tits and the red handprints on her ass,
flashing her dripping pussy—oozing slut juice and semen—to advertise to the orcs once more that she was a lewd sow.
Even the Orc Chief was awed by this steadfast, slutty sow knight's resolve: wallow in sexual ecstasy, but never drop her Master from her back.
About ten minutes later,
Who knew if each minute felt like a year or a second to Eleonora—we entered the tent the Chief guided us to.
From the entrance, coarse rugs were laid like a red carpet, stretching long. Raising my head along it, at the end sat a stately wooden throne.
As if prepared just for me.
Looking around, decorations aplenty, but no sign of the barbarians who'd brought tribute. Glancing at the Orc Chief, he'd just gotten a report from a subordinate and apologized profusely.
"North... human... bitch... arrived... last night... still... sleeping... now!"
"Sleeping?"
Apparently, the barbarian woman here to offer tribute arrived late last night. Exhausted after days of nonstop travel without rest, she crashed hard.
How rude! The Chief was furious, but I hadn't set a time, and if talks went well, they could be trade partners.
I could wait all day.
Of course, the Chief was raging about the 'insult to God!' as I'd just said.
"It's fine. I showed up unannounced—who's to blame? Just bring her slowly. I'll play with Eleonora while I wait."
"Ooh... our... God... merciful!"
"This is?"
The Chief hurriedly sent a subordinate to fetch her,
and I patted Eleonora's trembling ass, settling into the throne to wait. No sooner had she climbed the steps than she collapsed flat, done with her duty.
"You okay?"
"Pffhuuu..."
Like a cartoon character flattened by a car from behind,
I stepped down from atop panting Eleonora, whose massive tits cushioned her, and reached for her head.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
"Tired? Let me see your face."
What face was this pervert making? I removed the ball gag and blindfold from her face-down form on the rug.
[The orcs are curious too! Face! Let's see the face!] Pushing aside the annoying SD Character, I grabbed Eleonora's hair and forced her head up.
"Mm... this is more than I expected..."
"M-Master...!"
"Way more like a filthy sow than I thought!"
"Th-thank... youuu... I only came 8 times getting here, but I'll degenerate further... to cum 10, 20 times... as a slutty pussy... ♥"
Her eyes fully rolled back, drool dripping from her mouth, yet vowing to do better—how could I not adore Eleonora?
"Open wide. Gonna piss. No bedpan means I can't train your piss pussy properly—that's a shame."
"It's... fineee... mouth pussy... or pussy... your sow and portable toilet Eleonora... no greater honor... ♥"
She took my piss without hesitation whenever I needed, morning or not—like a true toilet. Panting like she was dying, she struggled up, knelt before me to drink.
And just as she bit my pants to pull them down like always—
-If you're here, call me right away!
-You... overslept... our... fault?
The familiar Orc Chief's voice rang out, along with a woman's—booming enough to shake the tent, befitting a heroine.
I'd said bring her slowly—what was this?
I gently pushed back Eleonora, about to service my bladder, and told her,
"Catch your breath behind the throne for a bit."
"Hee hee..."
"?"
What?
Normally she'd wail, 'Am I boring you already?!' But now she smirked expectantly and backed off.
Not her usual slutty anticipation for torment—like a kid on Christmas waiting for Santa.
Eleonora obediently wiggled her ass behind the throne without a word. Puzzled by the smile, I tilted my head—
"Ahem! So you're really a god?!"
"Huh?"
A black-haired, black-eyed woman towered nearly as tall as Eleonora, a long scar on one cheek,
shark-like jagged teeth peeking from her lips, and thighs like steel— a stunning warrior glaring at me.
[Whoa! Black pig!] 'Hey, black pig's too harsh!'
Sure, her skimpy outfit screamed "fuck me," and yeah, height and tits rivaling Eleonora's—but first meeting, black pig?!
[Hmph! So you didn't treat Eleonora like a pig 'cause she's not a stranger?] '...'
Fine, no comeback there.
But that was after the SD Character kidnapped her and subtly threatened "accept or else."
I don't just call random women pigs on sight.
[Pfft! As if!] Ugh, that thing—
"I'm asking! Are you really the Nameless God?!"
"For now?"
While I bickered with the SD Character, did she think she'd been ignored?
The tanned warrior growled like a beast, glaring.
But with Eleonora as precedent, her fierce eyes and commanding voice oddly calmed me.
'Right, Eleonora was like this when she was all cocky.'
Thought I was dead back then.
[Hmph! You lived thanks to me! Be grateful!] Like sinking into fond memories?
Like Eleonora's pussy on my cock in the morning, or crickets at dusk—pure comfort.
"Y-yooooou...!"
Humiliated by my calm, the warrior clenched her fists, shaking with rage. But I ignored it and asked,
"Before we talk, what's your name, big sis?"
"Name? Wh-what? Who's your big sis?!"
Another wave of her powerful voice made the tent flap.
"Big sis... calling me... big sis...!"
Angry?
Her face flushed red, trembling, she closed her eyes, took deep breaths, then flashed her feral eyes and bellowed.
"I am Urga, chieftain of the proud Gray Wolf tribe from the frozen lands, daughter of Gray Fang! For my tribe's future, I come as seedbed to the Nameless God!!"
"...?"
Silence fell in the tent, broken only by stifled giggles from Eleonora behind me.