Praise
Sluuuurp— sluuuurp— sluuuurp—
Wake uppy! It's morningie, morning time!
As always, to herald the arrival of a new morning, a warm, sticky mucosal embrace enveloped my cock right on cue with my usual wake-up time, while the SD Character's message window popped up before my still-groggy eyes.
I didn't bother opening my eyes to see who was sucking my cock so fervently. There was only one sow in my house who could savor my morning load upon my awakening anyway.
It was tough enough for her to wrap my cock and body overnight with her pussy and body heat.
But come morning, she sucked diligently on the cock she'd cradled all night, rousing me awake.
From my position as her owner, it was devotion so touching it nearly brought tears to my eyes—or rather, cock juices blurring my vision.
"Sluuuurp, sluuuurp, guh, guuuuh...♥"
I reached out to press down on the platinum blonde sow's head—still devotedly servicing my cock in that moment—when...
"...Huh?"
What's uppy?
Something felt off from the usual texture.
Not Eleonora's hair, maybe? And did she even have these handles sprouting from the sides of her head to begin with?
Plus, her head felt subtly smaller than Eleonora's, which was throwing me for a loop. But I was too close to cumming to care right now—I needed to bust first.
"Guh, guuuuuh?!"
Spurt-spurt-spuuuurt—!!
To handle the surging orgasm first, I gripped the "handles" in both hands and yanked down hard, thrusting my hips up slightly. Unlike Eleonora's, an adorably cute voice whimpered in protest, which only made it cuter.
That did it—even in my half-asleep haze, my mind flashed to a certain half-twintailed violet-haired saintess. I cracked my eyes open to confirm.
There she was: the violet-haired saintess, cheeks puffed like a hibernating squirrel swallowing something greedily, steadily gulping down my load. And kneeling beside the bed, watching her intently, was Eleonora.
"Gulp, gulp, guuulp... Haaah... This, this is morning cum... Master's first load the moment he wakes... So thick, so sweet, de-delicious...!"
"Save the commentary. Didn't I tell you not to forget your place or what you're doing?"
"Eh? Oh, g-good morning! M-Master?!"
Violet, clutching her cheeks in ecstasy and trembling all over, scrambled off the bed at the stern glare from those blue eyes. She knelt beside Eleonora, matching her posture perfectly.
"Thank you for feeding this lowly sow your delicious cum again today...♥"
Astonishingly, she clasped her hands in prayer, squeezed her eyes shut, and bowed her head slightly toward me. Eleonora watched with a pleased smile for a moment before glaring at her again.
"That's not bad, but how can you serve as Master's footrest or doormat like that? Haven't I told you a hundred times?"
"B-but... prostrating feels less natural than this... I'm sorry! I'll improve step by step...?!"
Eleonora sighed softly, as always, pressing her forehead to her politely clasped hands before her knees, reaffirming her loyalty and submission to me once more.
I rose from bed, placing my sole on the pristine white back she offered as my footrest, and asked,
"You? You're the one who brought her into our house?"
"Yes. After training and disciplining that lewd sow for days, I judged her most dire need was respect and obedience toward Master. So, this worthless sow—good for nothing but pussy play—presumptuously brought her here to your home to learn the mindset of serving you."
"If I've overstepped, please punish this sow's pussy harshly."
As always, Eleonora tacked on that absurd plea laced with her desires at the end.
But her claim of teaching Violet mindset and service wasn't entirely false.
Eleonora took immense pride in being my first sow, after all.
For her to yield her exclusive farm privilege—the morning blowjob and my first thick, overnight load—to someone else?
Not just anyone, but to a sow even greedier for cock than most?
Realizing that, I couldn't help feeling proud of Eleonora's genuine efforts to train Violet.
It must be torture for her, always eager to dash to my side 24/7—at my call—to handle my piss or cum, barely containing her urge to cling to me constantly.
Yet here she was, suppressing her own cravings to lighten my load by training Violet.
And not just any half-assed job: her mouth-pussy training was so flawless, I half-thought it was Eleonora sucking me off herself.
She was utterly lovable.
Huh? But the Breeder told you to train her! Why act like that sow did it all on her own...?
I'm not thrilled about the training—I'm proud of Eleonora's growth. Her growth.
No matter the excuse of training, she'd yielded her life's joy—morning service—to another female.
Whether it'd happen again or just this once, the fact that the cock-greediest sow had ceded a chance at my cum to someone else...
She'd grown mentally through this training, knowingly or not. That's why I felt so proud and gratified by her.
"Hmm... Even so, letting an undertrained sow into the house? The knight captain's security is too lax. Turn your back this way, lift just your ass. Time for punishment."
"Please..."
No sooner had I spoken than Eleonora, flat on her belly before me, spun around while staying prone, raising only her ass high.
Violet's eyes widened like a startled rabbit at the sudden corporal punishment unfolding before her.
"Eh? W-what's th-that...?!"
She fidgeted anxiously, as if I'd only said it and wouldn't actually punish Eleonora harshly. No one here but Violet believed I'd really do it.
Even Urga-noona, fully recovered from yesterday's wrecking and prepping breakfast as usual, had eyed us like "Don't overdo it."
I slapped the plump, wiggling ass before me and the pussy still working its mouth hungrily for my cock.
Smack—
"Hngiii...♥"
"Oh, really now? Praising you like 'good girl, good girl,' and you actually think you're good?"
"P-pat my p-pussy... S-such an undeserved reward. Even if you smacked my ass with all your might, I'd be grateful... but this honor...♥"
"Wha—w-what?!"
Eleonora's pussy—fit for easy birthing—twitched its lewd flesh, dribbling slutty juices from her pink slit.
Violet, stunned that things weren't going as she'd feared, watched slack-jawed as Eleonora's pussy wasn't just stroked but patted—Eleonora's own words, the "ultimate reward no sow could refuse."
"Losing the contest stings, but training to avenge that defeat? Exemplary sow knight captain material. You deserve the pats."
At my words, her peach-like ass—stamped red with my handprint—gushed like a fountain, her ass and pussy quivering in unison.
She came.
"H-hng... I-I'll strive harder from now on, so please... pat this lewd sow pussy more with your hand...♥"
"What the—ah?!"
I couldn't see her face from behind, but Violet—checking on Eleonora in my stead—fell on her ass in shock.
Probably realizing Eleonora's ecstasy mirrored her own cum-swallowing bliss, her pussy marking itself with drool at every slap of my palm.
I alternated glances between Eleonora and Violet, whose thighs now trailed with her own juices, and said,
"Violet, you too. Come here, prostrate, lift your ass. I'll praise you the same."
"M-me too?! I didn't really do anyth—?!"
Terrified by Eleonora's utter breakdown from mere pussy pats.
Eleonora rasped through clenched teeth,
"Nngh, what did I say... a-about sows?!"
"Th-that whether reward or punishment from Master... we must accept it gladly..."
"Right. That's the sow way. The true—guh, guuuuh! Don't just tease the mound—my always-erect clit too, eeeek...♥"
Meant to reassure her, but it only amplified Violet's distrust and anxiety amid the saintly light in her eyes. Legs trembling like a newborn fawn's, she inched timidly toward me.