The Calm Before the Storm
In the end, unable to even guess what Violet was scheming or fathom her true intentions, I had no choice but to head home with Eleonora, empty-handed as ever.
"Hngggg… I-I can't… anymore… ♥"
"Even you get worn out after being stuffed all day, huh?"
Snap! The moment I bucked my hips to signal her to squeeze my neck harder, a faint strength returned to the arms loosely wrapped around it.
Of course, judging by Eleonora's slack-jawed expression, it wouldn't last long.
"It's not… exhaustion, exactly. It's happiness… so much happiness that I can't even think straight…"
"That good, huh? I figured you'd be suffering, but I guess not."
"…♥"
Her chiseled abs had long vanished, replaced by a belly bloated taut with nothing but my cum and piss.
Her pussy, swollen far beyond capacity—like some full-term pregnant woman—leaked tears of semen and urine with every step, as if greedily disgorging what it had swallowed so eagerly.
I'd pounded her greedy, cum-hoarding womb with my cock club, forcing out every hidden drop.
Like a glutton's comeuppance, Eleonora was now pissing out cum and urine from her pussy like it was second nature, flashing a blissful smile as she whispered in my ear.
"It was too good, Master. Good enough that I want to live forever as your cock sleeve… good enough that this lowly sow dares to feel possessive… hng… ♥"
"Glad you enjoyed it. Though on the flip side, it makes me think Violet wasn't glaring at me like that out of jealousy."
After months of being trained full-time as my cock house during work hours, it made sense. With a perfect cock sleeve like her right there, maybe Violet had every reason to shoot daggers at me for touching Christia.
Though I hadn't expected Christia to eye her with that much envy either.
Drip…
Ignoring the steady stream of cum and piss leaking from her stuffed cunt like a broken faucet no matter how I stepped, we pressed on toward the house.
That's when a strong melon scent wafted from somewhere, and a wild elf with pale green hair peeked over the rooftop railing.
"…Can I?"
"That's the first thing you say when you see me?"
I had no idea how she knew I was home from work—sunbathing all day except when catching rats—whether by smell like Christia or hunter's instinct. But one thing was clear: the elf wasn't thrilled with my answer.
"…Unfair. I did all my chores. This is tyranny."
"Hey now, there are reasons. I'm not trying to hog it all, so calm down."
Her mouth pooled with saliva, jaw clenched like she was ready to flatten me right there depending on my reply.
"Ha… hnggg… ♥"
I bucked my hips again.
Like pumping water from a well, a thick gush poured from between my legs—cum and piss cascading down.
As I grabbed Eleonora's ass and leaned back slightly, the elf—who'd been stealthily eyeing the cock buried in her oozing pussy—looked up and said,
"…Tempting me? Begging to get fucked, husband? Teasing me again?"
"No, idiot. She's filthy right now, so I'm saying I'll clean up first."
"…Ah."
Finally getting it, the elf wiped the drool from her lips, mouthed call me later, and hopped back onto the roof.
I dragged Eleonora—who was now unleashing everything in her gut with uncontrollable drips—inside the house.
"I'm home."
"You're back? Hurry up and wash—ugh, seriously?!"
Predictably, Urga—apron-clad and waiting—wrinkled her nose at us soiling the shoe rack with cum.
I dashed past her giggling, hauling Eleonora straight to the bathroom. The moment we arrived, she straddled the toilet naturally, spreading her thighs wide.
"Gonna… empty out. Everything I held in my belly today… all that cum and piss… gonna let it all out… ♥"
Now as routine as breathing, Eleonora pinned her mound with her index and pinky, splaying her labia wide with her middle and ring fingers.
Splatters of piss-mixed cum soon oozed from her twitching hole, splashing into the bowl.
"Hnggg… ♥"
This was Eleonora's daily ritual: proving to me, her Breeder, how faithfully she'd served as sow and toilet, reaffirming her loyalty and submission.
Fingers be damned, she dug into her uncorked pink pussy.
"Should I have used your asshole a bit too?"
"Ah… If you wanted to see cum-shit pouring from my asshole, this Eleonora would gladly spread it wide…"
"Then you'd have to come down here mid-shift."
I knew it was one of her favorite kinks—shitting cum in front of me, hardcore as hell—but without a dildo or plug, and in that position, it was a stretch.
"Tomorrow morning… looking forward to it?"
"…♥"
Her lips curled dreamily at the promise of anal pampering tonight. I told her to clean up first, then slipped out, leaving her behind.
Fun as it was to keep using Eleonora, she'd taken my lust all day and looked drained. Time for a break—but really, I had other plans.
The moment I stepped out, there was Urga.
"I must be crazy! Every damn day, what the hell is this?! Like we're animals or—w-what…?"
"What else? Exactly what you're expecting, sis."
She'd been prepping dinner—apron on like breakfast—cleaning our mess when she spotted me. Her eyes locked on, then she trembled as I approached naked, backing away slowly.
"L-Listen, I'm not some lust-crazed beast. You think pounding me will fix my anger? It won't."
"Of course not. As if a single cock could calm you down."
"…Feels like you're mocking me a little. Keep teasing, and you'll regret it with that body of yours… gulp…"
Backed against the wall with nowhere to run, she fidgeted briefly before her gaze drifted to my cum-and-piss-bloated cock—and swallowed hard.
"Clean it with your mouth pussy, sis…?"
"W-what? If it's just mouth pussy, fine. Yeah, I can allow it. Not because I'm hungry or anything?!"
"Sure, sure."
"…I'm seriously gonna pounce—eek?!"
Words aside, she dropped to her knees before me, flinching at the dangling cock inches from her face.
Regaining composure, Urga bared her sharp shark teeth in a feral grin, then chomp—latched on fiercely.
"Guh, easy, sis…"
"What, sensitive after cock-pounding all day? While I'm slaving over housework? Who made it this slutty, huh?"
Fresh from Eleonora's pussy and teased raw, my hypersensitive cock thrashed like a catfish yanked from water in her grip.
"Gonna have to punish it. Slurrrrp—!!"
"Ngh…!"
The stench of cum, piss, and musk reeked, but like a true snowfield warrior predator devouring prey without discrimination, Urga sucked hard—schlurp schlurp.
"I just asked for a cleaning…"
"Shut it. Did I ever ask permission? And anyway, I'm wiping it with my mouth pussy—so it's cleaning!"
Jealous at being ignored all day while I doted on her rival, she gnawed my throbbing shaft with those pointed teeth.
Not hard enough to break skin, but my fluid-slick cock quivered pathetically at the barest graze.
"…Slurp! And you could've fucked me anytime instead of just that bitch's pussy—what a pain."
Confident she'd seized control, Urga let her true feelings slip.
Even if I resisted, one good tooth-grazed suck from her mouth pussy would end it—she knew it.
But as they say, there's always a way out.
"So that's why you wore those slutty panties all day, like you said this morning? Ready to get fucked anytime?"
"Slurp?! W-who said I wore anything like that?!"
Urga yelped, arms flying over her apron-covered body as she sucked eagerly moments ago.
Meant to hide, the apron ironically bunched into her cleavage under her hands.
Revealing crotchless, nippleless scraps of fabric hardly worthy of 'underwear'.
Realizing her blunder, her flushed face snapped up to mine before she shrieked,
"I wore 'em 'cause it's hot! Got it?! HOT!"