Chapter 402 - Match
“Nngh... Your cock is stirring up my womb, flooding it with cum... coating even my ovaries... I must be... definitely pregnant now...♥”
“You think so?”
Of course, some SD Character was still blocking conception for whatever reason, smirking and muttering “Really now?”—but I decided not to mention that fact to Christia, whose lips were trembling under the weight of my body on her back.
After all, in times like these, ignorance is bliss.
“Y’know, thinking about it, I really pounded you like dogs mating.”
“Eek...?! ”
Christia’s face flushed hot.
This position—stuck tight in the stall like one of the farm’s brood sows, ass thrust back toward me—was of course her favorite, but it was also awfully close to how beasts coupled.
She might tell herself and everyone else she’d cast all shame aside, but even Eleonora had been mortified by it at first.
Let alone for a novice sow(?) like Christia—it seemed she’d newly defined doggy-style as “a posture so shameful it’s embarrassing to show others now.”
Though of course, she knew she wouldn’t stop doing it.
I rolled my eyes around, then whispered low in the ear of Christia, who was desperately trying to distract herself from her embarrassment.
“Don’t worry. Even Lady Urga pretends otherwise, but she loves getting pinned from behind and railed hard.”
“Why’s my name coming up here?!”
“...Good ears.”
“What?! What’d you just say? You wanna get fucked?!”
Urga, now fully recovered, bellowed like a banshee.
She yelled that she’d devour me for suddenly broadcasting her secret kink—being dominated under me—to everyone else here.
But honestly, everyone present knew Lady Urga preferred doggy most of all and cutely yearned to be under me... except maybe Christia, flat on her belly right now.
Eleonora claimed—by her own account—to prefer missionary, but in truth, as long as she could mix with my flesh and serve as my toilet, she welcomed any position or freaky play with joy. So she just beamed contentedly now.
And then,
“I love getting pounded from behind most, love getting my ass smacked while I’m railed... but I’ve only ever been fucked like that, so... I want to try all sorts of things... learn more...”
“If that’s the case, you won’t need to say a word before I’ve drilled your asshole wrinkles into your ears. Such a studious sow.”
Startled by my blatant declaration that I’d fuck her ass, Christia twitched a few times before speaking.
“A-again, my asshole...?! You plan to shove your cock in my anus too?!”
“You thought I wouldn’t?”
“...♥”
She still hadn’t fully grasped that she no longer needed to hold back—but my words about claiming her asshole clearly filled her with eager anticipation. Christia averted her eyes from me and gulped hard.
“You’re really coming clean. How’d you ever badmouth Eleonora all this time?”
“Shut up! You, who came day and night, held me, addicted me to your cock... turned me into a sow...!!”
She no longer resisted calling herself a sow—it was so natural now, so commendable, that I wanted to ram my cock back into her womb right then. But my fight wasn’t over yet.
“Hey! I said lie down on the bed—why haven’t you...!”
“Whoa now, I tried to pull out, but our little white sow’s womb liked my cock so much it wouldn’t let go...”
“Wh-what!? No! Saintess, that’s not...?!”
“Quiet! Christia, shut your mouth!”
Though she’d chosen my cock over faith, Christia couldn’t treat Violet—whom she’d cherished like family her whole life—like some stranger. She clamped her mouth at Violet’s sharp command.
[Her womb really won’t let go, though!]
Squeeze—!
“Nngiiiik...♥”
But playtime had to end. I gripped Christia’s hips tight, yanked my waist back with effort—and out came that mortifying, lewd sound.
The sloppy noise revealed just how greedily her womb and pussy had sucked my cock.
Eleonora nodded proudly—“As expected of Master’s sow knight!”—gleeful that another knight-turned-sow had joined her ranks. Everyone else glared at Christia.
They seemed to scorn her pussy’s voracious display—unbelievable for the holy knight who’d sworn she’d never break.
“Ah, th-that...?!”
“Looks like she’s getting seeded again...”
“...Big trouble. Gotta get pregnant quick.”
Letting the females sort their hierarchy—under the unwavering authority of the sow knight captain, first place forever—I left Christia’s cum-and-juice-smeared cock dangling as I approached Violet, still nagging me to lie on the bed.
“Wh-what is it...? Don’t tell me you’re cheating again...?!”
“That wouldn’t be bad, but look how filthy Master’s cock is... right?”
“Eek... I-I’m not a sow!”
I dangled my cock right in her face, blatantly demanding a cleanup. Violet kept stealing glances at it before squealing.
But soon enough, as indefinably filthy strands stretched long from my cock, she rolled her eyes around—then thrust out her pathetic chest and declared,
“No choice! If you’re trying to crush my momentum like this, I’ll just face you head-on with dignity!”
“Heh.”
“It’s absolutely not because I’m hungry... or want to suck your cock... b-be...”
Slurp—Violet dropped to her knees before me, catching the dangling mix of fluids with her outstretched tongue.
Like mozzarella stretching from fresh pizza, she wrapped her tongue around the long strands of pussy juice and cum, slowly lifting her head along them.
Just like a spider climbing its web.
I shot a mocking sneer at Violet, whose throat bobbed with each swallow, white milk starting to leak from her tits.
I didn’t add any words.
“Slurp... Hmph, you think that’ll make me, gulp! submit, sluuuurp, submit?!”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You just glared at me like that!”
Smoooch.
Only after pressing her lips to my urethral opening—where the strands had finally ended—did Violet start squealing again. I casually walked to the bed and sat on its edge.
“L-lie down, I said...?”
“Whatever you’re planning, this position won’t work?”
“...It’s not that it won’t.”
I didn’t know what she was scheming, but Violet—muttering “This is on the list too”—placed both hands on her hips, puffed out her chest like before, and strutted over in that cocky pose.
“Final round! The event’s simple! You just have to hold me until I feel like submitting to you! In other words, satisfy me until I want to yield to Master!”
“Huh, for real?”
“But!!”
Wasn’t this way too in my favor?
As I started to voice my doubt, Violet squealed.
“I’ll do it all! Master just has to stay still!”
“Oh, so you’ll do whatever you want?”
“Hehe, too obvious... I mean! Master has to stay put! You cheated in round two, and who knows what dirty tricks you’ll pull next!”
For example, ravaging my pussy on your own!
She slapped a palm over her crotch protectively. I just folded my arms behind my back, leaned slightly, as if to say go ahead, try it.
Violet glanced back and forth between my cock and her pussy—then shot a look at Christia, gauging the other females’ eyes—before dropping to her knees right there again.
Just like Eleonora after handling my morning wood, prostrating under the bed with bowed head.
Just like praying beside her.
Violet slowly raised her gaze to stare at my cock.