Christia's Ordeal
“Haguuut, ah, my ass, my ass is throbbing so bad... My ass keeps burning so hot I can't stop cumming...♥”
How many more spanks had she taken?
Before she knew it, Christia lay sprawled on the floor, her massive tits mashed against the ground, her ass thrust high and trembling uncontrollably as she gasped for breath.
“What are we gonna do with this pussy of yours, huh? So slutty like this—how could you call yourself a holy knight and tell anyone about it?”
“Hiiik?!”
He was just prodding the mound of her pussy with his finger, but whether from all the prior spanking or not, Christia's glazed eyes snapped wide open, and her limp tongue, which had been lolling against the floor, stretched out long again like it was yawning.
“Cumming just from me poking your pussy mound—it's like looking at Eleonora's pussy.”
“Heek... heek...♥”
Was he seriously calling her that as a compliment? How dare he compare her to a whore like that?
Christia mentally rattled off her excuses, refusing to accept it.
“Th-this is because it hurts... You kept pretending to spank my ass but really smacking my pussy over and over... That's why it's all swollen... It's not because I'm slutty...!”
“Fine, I'll let that slide for now. If I torment you more, you'll pass out before I even get my fun.”
“Heek...♥”
Was she too drained to scream it's true!?
Like a newborn piglet in the farrowing pen right next door, Christia wriggled feebly on the floor, oinking weakly. Sin Seon-dong, who had been staring down at her, squatted again in place.
He began inspecting her obscenely splayed pussy.
“D-don't look at my pussy... I said don't look at my pussy...!”
“Is it because I'm staring at your pussy? That sounded really slutty just now, you know?”
“Wh-what nonsense...♥”
No more tidal squirts or piss left to expel, but her pussy clenched like it would squeeze out a cock no matter what—the pink slit twitching greedily, that voracious maw gaping wide as if proving she couldn't live without cock anymore.
Sin Seon-dong examined Christia's white sow pussy from every angle, her owner on the verge of blacking out, oblivious as it begged for cock with needy whimpers. Satisfied, he flashed a grin and stood.
“Yeah, that's the sow of the main pigsty. You've seen the other brood sows in heat, right? Their... well, calling it a pig's pussy feels off, but their genitals all swell up around the edges—just like yours right now. You know that?”
“Huuu... S-such an insult...?! T-take it back... Before my pussy of justice purifies your evil cock, take it back...♥”
“Heh, whatever.”
'Pig? He really sees me as one of his sows? This arrogant bastard...♥'
She might have accepted 'sex slave,' but this felt like he wasn't treating her as human at all—with that mocking tone and gaze!
But flip it around: him seeing her as a sow meant all her acting(?) to win his favor had worked. Christia sensed that pushing harder here could get her the cock and cum she craved so badly.
'...Right, this is just acting too, isn't it? My performance to win his favor, his affection...♥'
To quench her raging lust, to receive the cock and cum that could save her from this den of depravity—the only man here who could grant her salvation, and she was trying to earn his favor.
Spouting slutty lines on purpose, truly fawning over him—wasn't that her effort?
'...Is it? Feels like something's off...?'
It was for Violet's sake, so not entirely wrong? Gaining his favor and affection was the way to steal his cock from her, so in a sense, spot on.
“Still, I feel like I'm thinking something dangerously off without realizing—”
“The danger's my cock about to burst. Get up already!”
“Eek?!”
Before Christia could realize she'd forgotten her own goal, the spanking signaling break time's end made her leap up.
“What the hell now! I almost bit my tongue—ah...♥”
“Was gonna feed you, but you were off doing weird shit alone. Eat up quick.”
Her brief rage faded as Sin Seon-dong proudly thrust out his bulging pants at her again. Lost in ecstasy, Christia knelt on all fours in a daze, entranced.
“Good girl, you know how to unzip with your mouth. What a white sow—praise for you.”
“Hmph, enjoy talking smack while you can. Mmm...♥”
Not just that, but even in daylight these past few weeks, 'etiquette training' at mealtimes meant using only her mouth to pull down his pants zipper. It was ingrained now.
Of course, at first she resisted fiercely—kneeling for such a man, acting like a sex slave.
But would he really leave her idle during work hours without artificial insemination training?
The details weren't recorded, but...
Even now, as she prepared dinner waiting for Sin Seon-dong, there was a tribal princess in love's 'Icicle in Her Pussy: Training the Fierce Female Knight,' a record of etiquette implantation distilling centuries of Gray Wolf tribe tradition.
Anyway, having tasted and savored man, a fine sow like Christia—eyes brimming with lust and moisture—was destined to mouth his zipper down like this.
“Mmm... mm...♥”
“Good girl. Such a good white sow.”
“Mmph!”
Don't pat my head!
Even amid this humiliation, she glared resentfully at her own ass, which wagged happily at his callused hand stroking her hair.
But as his pants dropped and his signature striped boxer briefs appeared, Christia couldn't hide her drooling smirk.
“Huuu... Stay still, I'll ease you soon. This evil cock deserves to be held and purified in a holy knight's righteous mouth pussy—that's only natural. Mmm...♥”
Without hesitation, she tugged his briefs down with her teeth, flaring her nostrils desperately, sniffing his cock musk like a fiend with every inch.
“Don't tease—hurry up. Cum quick and I'll feed your pussy too.”
“R-really!? No lies in that!?”
“Yeah, so—ow, my briefs are ripping.”
One load in her mouth pussy and a creampie? A reward for her lonely solo battles today? She wanted to devour it orally, but fearing he'd say 'one load's enough' and leave, her anxiety spurred her on.
Finally, as the briefs dropped, thwack—the dusky purple shaft slapped across her face, and Christia came without realizing.
“Do all holy knights cum just from seeing cock?”
“Wh-what nonsense! Who said I came! Spouting more lies—you're making me lose patience! I'll punish you right—♥”
But her etiquette training kept her from touching his cock without permission. As trained, she flicked her tongue out, waiting.
“Want it? Say so honestly and it's yours.”
“Who'd want to slurp your stinky cock into this mouth pussy and guzzle cum down their throat!?”
“Tch... didn't mean it like that. Anyway, I like your spirit. Fresh cum's the best—eat up.”
“Ahh...♥”
Not like fresh rice or anything—such ridiculous bullshit, yet Christia shoved her face into his cock greedily.
“Gonna eat well... Lick...♥”
Her saliva-slick tongue dragged long and flat from root to tip, like painting a wall with a brush.
One lick, then the next strip, circling his shaft over and over, alternating until she was satisfied.
Feeling the throb on her tongue tip, Christia smirked sluttily and taunted.
“What, wanna cum already? My mouth pussy hasn't even tasted your cock yet.”
“Told you—feels like I'm gonna blow.”
“Hehe, I can tell. Go on, cum in my mouth pussy—fill my belly with your seed...♥”
She'd known from the familiar Violet-tainted scent since arriving, smirking lewdly without conscious thought.
Christia lightly mouthed just the glans, rolling it like candy with her now-official mouth pussy tongue.
“Take it all.”
“M-mmph...♥”
Bluuuuurgh—!
His hand gripped her head, slamming the vulgar-flavored cock down her throat as thick cum flooded her gullet.
'This... this is it, what I wanted... Cum shooting straight into my mouth pussy—no, throat pussy... Like a waterfall pounding my uvula, feeling every pulsing rope directly...♥'
Lapping cum from a trough like a pig felt thrillingly degrading, but mouth pussies had a proper use.
Grinning crescent-eyed up at him, Christia grew hotter seeing his blissful face as he unloaded into her mouth pussy.
'More... show me more, use me more to make that stupid face...♥'
Her turn now after all his humiliation—she'd make him grin like an idiot. Lips working, she clamped down hard.
“Gulp♥ Gulp♥ Gulp♥ Gulp♥”
“Fuck, you're insane.”
No need to make noise, but seeing his dumb face felt like sweet revenge, old grudges melting away in pleasure. Her hand, which had started idly fingering her pussy, sped up.
“Pwah! H-how was it... the taste of my righteous mouth pussy? Forgiven enough...?”
“Looks like it?”
“Slurp...♥”
As his cock slipped free, Sin Seon-dong presented it—smeared in cum and spit. Christia eyed it hungrily but, oddly, didn't lick clean.
'Not yet. I'll shove it in an even better hole and wreck that smug daytime glow...!'
It was what she'd craved, this holy relic to save her from lust hell—now to take it in her base, lewd pussy.
Standing, she grabbed her asscheeks, spreading her pussy and aiming for his cock.
“Next up's this hole. You ran your mouth, so pay the price. Your clueless sinful cock, that filthy thing coated in spit and cum—I'll clean and purify it with this holy knight pussy...♥”
Unable to wait anymore, her clear nectar-dripping pussy sought to dock with his glans tip.