Chapter 314: A Slight Unease
“Hnggg… hngggg…”
“She’s completely passed out.”
Up until now, I’d only been teasing her with my fingers, so suddenly taking her cock must’ve been a shock. And on top of that, bladder-filling piss play followed by hardcore anal sex—could that be why?
Violet lay sprawled out in the Young Sow Pen, legs splayed wide in a V, her tightly clenched virgin pussy on full display for anyone who wandered in.
“Damn, that’s mouthwatering.”
[…Then why didn’t you just fuck her raw?]
Where the hell had she been?
The SD Character, who hadn’t shown her face even once while I was tormenting Violet, popped up with a sleazy grin.
I wasn’t blind to it.
Any red-blooded guy would crave that plump, virgin pussy—especially one with saintess premium purity, nothing like Eleonora’s. It’s like iron filings to a magnet.
But something felt off. A nagging unease.
Right after I dumped my load in her asshole, Violet’s vulva started glowing.
It was the shape of a uterus, the mark she’d carved into her own belly before we caught her. Faint but unmistakable, shining right in front of us.
And for some reason, I was dead certain this wasn’t the first time I’d seen it.
I must’ve glimpsed it before and brushed it off as nothing. Probably because it only flickered faintly before fading quick.
“Slurp… Master?”
“Hold on. Don’t interrupt my thinking.”
“Mmph…♥”
Eleonora, having siphoned every drop of cum and piss from Violet’s asshole via her urethra, proudly thrust out her platinum-blonde bush-covered pussy, her lower belly slightly bloated.
Even with the hose still plugged into her piss hole, she shoved it right in my face—a stark contrast to Violet’s shame-armored innocence. The picture of a model sow.
But right now, as I said, thinking time.
I lightly smacked Eleonora’s cheek with my cock, still filthy with piss and cum, signaling her to shut up and clean.
“…♥”
She shuddered—
Even with that nasty sludge smearing her cheek, she didn’t flinch. Instead, she trembled in delight, dripping nectar from her squat position, grinning like an idiot.
“I said clean it if you’re gonna clean. Don’t flap your gums. Rags don’t talk, do they? I give a worthless pussy-tease like you a job, and now you can’t even wipe properly?”
“Hnggg… It’s been so long since I heard Master’s sharp tongue-lashing… Just hearing it is sweet enough to make me cum again…♥”
Can’t deal with her.
Even my irritated grumbling only made her press her hands to her cheeks in ecstasy, beaming.
But she couldn’t ignore her sacred duty. Her heart-filled eyes refocused with determination. And despite it being the cock that’d just reamed Violet’s shithole moments ago, she didn’t hesitate—she engulfed my limp, dangling dick in one deep swallow.
“Hahmp, mmph… schloop, sluuuurp…♥”
Lust, focus, lust.
Her focus vanished the instant she tasted the filthy flavor and scent on my cock, hearts popping back in her eyes as she bobbed away. I stroked her head and sank back into thought.
What the hell was that vulva mark?
What purpose? What function? What triggered the glow?
If I wasn’t seeing things, Violet had tried covering her belly with both hands right before Eleonora stomped it.
A clear gesture she didn’t want us seeing it. Hiding some secret we didn’t know…
Or maybe, true to its name, it showed her slut level—and she didn’t want us judging.
But one thing was sure: that glowing vulva on her belly wasn’t just for show. It had a specific purpose, a hidden secret.
‘Even if it’s to protect her purity, a saintess should cherish her virginity… but she keeps begging to get her pussy ruined. Something’s fishy…’
“Hmmm…”
“Hng, hnggg… My, shiiiithole… won’t cloooose… Saintess, but my asshole stays open foreveeeer… Gotta live in diapers foreveeeer…♥”
“What kinda dream is she having?”
Sleep-talking like a total slut.
Does she even know her mouth’s gaping wide, coated insides on display like she’s still sucking my cock—even though there’s nothing left?
“…Or maybe not? Is she dreaming that on purpose?”
“Schlurp, schlurp?”
Eleonora tilted her head, not getting it, but true to form, she side-eyed Violet a few times and caught my drift.
She rammed my cock down her throat, burying her nose in my pubes with a deep guuuh, resuming the cleaning.
“I said clean, not cum!”
“Guhk, guuuuh…♥”
Of course, I wasn’t refusing. I grabbed the back of her head, mashed her face into my bush, and unloaded straight down her gullet.
Eleonora didn’t even flinch, just smiled with her eyes as cum blasted her throat, staying stock-still till I finished.
“Hoo… Using a familiar urinal really hits the spot.”
“Heehee… Praise beyond my station. Thank you…”
Guhk…♥
She even nailed the cum-belch perfectly, then spun around, grabbed the pen railing, and spread her still-hosed pussy invitingly.
But I shut that down with a flick to her slutty clit.
“Hiiik?!”
“You know forcing a piss when I don’t need to is abuse, right? Huh? I just dumped a nice load in the mouth-toilet, and now you think it’s your chance to get knocked up? Cheeky bitch.”
“Heehee… Then punish me, Master…!”
“Plan B’s airtight, huh?!”
Denied pussy? Fine, tempt with ass—now she was shaking her hips seductively.
Those jiggling cheeks screamed breed me, pure cock-melting sorcery. But it was time to go.
“Let’s head home.”
“Tch.”
“Hey? Did you just click your tongue?!”
“It’s not my place to question which pussy Master uses, but that filthy wild sow doesn’t deserve a single drop of your seed!”
“Oh really?”
So that’s it—she knew I’d be hugging Urga-sis at home and was trying to squeeze one out here first?
Eleonora huffed, shaking her plump, slutty ass like don’t fuck me then.
Still sore about losing to Urga-sis indirectly? She kept tempting me to use her body right here.
But after sampling elf pussy earlier, I was craving Urga-sis’s springy muscle-cunt, that devoted-wife grip wrapping my cock. The urge was surging.
So, prepping to leave, I yanked the hose from Violet’s shithole.
“Hngiiit…?”
“Heggguk!!”
And jammed it straight into Eleonora’s winking asshole. The sensation of Violet’s cum-and-piss-soaked hose invading made her unwittingly stick out her tongue long.
Leaving Violet behind, Eleonora and I exited the pen. The sun was dipping behind the mountain—I ordered her immediately.
“Home time. Oh, and I’m not walking, so get ready.”
“Y-yes, yeees♥”
My sow-riding habit—treating her body like a toilet.
Like the sun rising east to set west, mounting a sow for the ride home was practically a cult ritual, pure debauchery.
Eleonora, thighs rubbing at the hose linking her piss-hole to her asshole, dropped to all fours on my command—but only for a moment.
“M-Master…?”
“What now? If you want fucking, no—your pussy’s too slutty; one go takes hours.”
“Haaah… More praise… Ahem, no—today I thought I’d serve you in a slightly different position… Is that okay?”
“Different position?”
What position? Was there a better way to carry me? Flip me over or something?
The mystery solved as she flopped onto her back, arching into a draenei-like bridge pose.
“Haa… haa… Y-you can mount up now…♥”
“I must be insane.”
Of course, no way I wasn’t riding.