Our Longed-For Home
Eleonora didn't get any specific instructions from me, but at my command not to use her hands, a brilliant(?) idea must have struck her. She bowed her head slightly toward me.
"Master? If it wouldn't be too rude, might you wait just a moment?"
"Sure, why not."
"Ugh…"
Right behind her was a bed, and no sooner had she planted her ass on it than the elf—who'd been shivering under a fresh blanket pulled from the wardrobe—pouted up at me as I sat down on top of her.
"…Heavy."
"Quit whining."
"…Weight of two humans. Surprisingly heavy."
"Oh."
Was it because I'd been treating Violet like a dedicated fuckhole for the past few months?
For a split second, I'd completely forgotten she was even there.
"O-oh, I actually like it… Hnngh…♥"
"Isn't this just Eleonora's flat-chested version?"
Despite being treated like little more than a tool, Violet wasn't angry—instead, her lips quivered with the perverse thrill and guilty pleasure of a saintess enduring such outrageous handling.
If she got off on Eleonora treating her like a sow and degrading her, then after months of thorough training as my personal fuckhole, Violet seemed to have fully embraced her role as an object.
And above all, having absorbed everything from Eleonora—from hip-swaying techniques to her twisted ideology—Violet's already overflowing talent had fully blossomed into something magnificent.
"Looking at you like this, I almost wonder why it took so long. Feels almost overdue."
"Is that… praise…?"
"It's an insult, you slut."
"…♥"
No sooner had I finished speaking than Violet seemed to cum lightly, her body shuddering as milk leaked from her stiff, frozen nipples once more.
Christia looked like she was drooling at the sight, but right now she was busy helping Urga pin down the Raipelth mother-daughter duo.
She swallowed hard, visibly disappointed that it wasn't the time to indulge her selfish desires. But given Violet's state, she'd probably pass out and fall asleep soon enough—plenty of time to play with her later.
And perhaps reading my intentions from my gaze,
Christia shot me a slightly annoyed look and spoke up.
"…I don't know what you're thinking, but it wasn't anything perverted like that. No matter how much you've corrupted me into this state, I'm still the saintess's holy knight. You fool."
"Then what were you thinking?"
Christia replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Obviously, I'd suck on the saintess's limp tits—suck and suck until she whines for me to stop. Then I'd beg her furious self to gladly pu,punish me… Haa…♥"
And as if to prove it, Christia's ass—covered in handprint welts—started drooling clear spider-silk threads from below.
"Then I'd grab my ass, all red and swollen from the saintess's doing, blame it all on you with some ridiculous excuse, and after that, you'd spank my ass while you ravage this pussy… Wh-what the hell are you making me say, you filthy bastard!?"
"…"
As Christia shrieked in protest,
Eleonora—who'd been fiddling with something alone at our feet—finally lifted her head.
"Master?"
"Yeah? You've been ignoring this whole pervy conversation… What's that?"
She'd barely raised her head before lowering it again, so I peered over to see. She was presenting it to me carefully, like a knight offering her sword to her lord—a double-ended dildo.
"Where the hell did you get this? I don't remember buying you one of these."
Sometimes I wondered: Eleonora usually carved her own dildos from wood or whatever, but I'd never bought her something this blatantly sex-shop quality.
Sure, the SD Character had handed over a few she'd been using herself, but nothing like this double-ended model. I was certain of it.
My eyes naturally turned toward the prime suspect.
"…Sis, why are you avoiding my gaze?"
"I-it wasn't me?!"
"…You two only team up like this when it suits you."
Whether Sis had secretly bought these lewd toys or not, we'd sort that out later. There was something off about the dildo Eleonora had handed me.
"…Was there always a slot here to stick something in?"
Like a wedge hammered in place, the suppository I'd just given Eleonora was lodged right in the dildo's tip, at the urethral opening of the glans.
As I tilted my head in confusion, Eleonora—still kneeling—spun around to face away from me.
"Lady Eleonora…"
"Eleonora…"
Turning her back to me meant facing the beast-like duo crouched behind her—the mother and daughter.
Raipelth and Ariel called out her name, as if pleading for her to snap out of it, but Eleonora—who had sworn to serve me body and soul in offering up the pair—proudly dropped to all fours and raised her ass high.
"You mustn't… This isn't right…!"
"Eleonora!"
"Heh heh, heh heh heh…♥"
Whether her tits dragged and squished against the floor or not, she thrust her ass up in that shameless pose Christia used to take in the sow pens.
The mother-daughter pair called her name again in desperate alarm, but Eleonora didn't stop—instead, she reached back with both hands toward her ass.
"Master? Forgive me, but please… stuff this sow's filthy, needy pussy…♥"
"Ah ha…"
Grabbing the plump mound of her pussy with both hands and spreading it wide, her slutty sow cunt—now so depraved it never dried of juices and cum—let out a lewd, sticky schlorp as it revealed its pink insides.
It had always been trained tight by me, virgin-like and unyielding, but like a wanton whore or a knight fallen to lust, it could never quite close its mouth anymore.
Still, every time she spread it open like this herself, it felt fresh somehow.
"I told you to give the suppositories to Her Majesty and the princess, and here you are seducing me? Not only useless, but downright rotten."
"Aaah… I'm sorry… I couldn't even finish Master's command, and now I'm in heat on my own… Sorry for being such a slut…♥"
"No remorse—instead you're drooling all over…"
"Hnnngh…♥"
Like sticky sap holding them, as she spread wider with both hands, the bridge of lust between her labia snapped with a plink as her fingers pushed into her hole.
"Part of me wants to beat this rotten pussy black and blue with a club, but bludgeoning my cock against a filthy sow like you would just be a reward…"
"No! It's punishment! Even if this rotten pussy begs for pregnancy while being punished, if you discipline it, I'll accept gladly without refusal—I'm a loyal sow pussy! S-so…"
"So first, do what I told you to."
Pfwoop!
"Nnghyyiiih…♥"
No foreplay needed for such a convenient hole—the moment I shoved the dildo in, Eleonora stuck out her tongue long and came hard.
"Hey, cumming already? Cumming without permission again?"
"N-no, I didn't… I haven't cum… It feels insanely good being treated like a cheap umbrella stand, b-but I haven't cum… haven't…♥"
"Now you're lying too?!"
Her pussy was visibly twitching and spasming right in front of me, yet Eleonora lied just to earn punishment.
She surely didn't think I wouldn't notice such an obvious fib,
but she must have been insanely aroused by showing her slutty display to the very people she'd once served.
Just like back in the chapel, Eleonora was a pervert among perverts who loved exposing her naked body and shame to others.
Squelchhh…
"Haa, deeper, push it deeper, Master… I don't care what happens to this worthless pussy—just ram it in wildly…♥"
"You sure you can get it done today?"
Every thrust of the dildo drew louder, more exaggerated moans from Eleonora—loud enough for the mother-daughter pair to hear, as if proclaiming, This is your future.
"H-how could she become… like this…?!"
"I will never forgive you…!"
The pair couldn't hide their shock at their once-noble knight's utter transformation, glaring at me in unison despite seeing it with their own eyes.
"Ahh?! Master's cock got even bigger!"
"Hey, shut it."
I shoved the dildo even deeper, and soon enough—with a squelch—Eleonora clenched her pussy tight around it, locking it deep inside. She planted her hands on the floor and stood up.
"G-got it! Locked it tight!"
"Yeah? Won't slip out?"
"Yes!"
"Then go!"
Smack!
She was still on all fours even "standing," but Eleonora lit up with joy
and no sooner had I slapped her ass than she started bounding around the living room in circles like an overexcited beagle. At the sight, unease crept into the glares Raipelth and Ariel had been shooting me.
They didn't know exactly what fate awaited them, but they were certain it would be something awful.