A Few Days Before the Fall: Summoning the Sons
A few days before the lewd corruption, I gave orders to my loyal subordinate, the goblin shaman Gojuju—who was now even running his own business. He was to spread the word to all my children scattered across the continent, wherever they were wandering the world, commanding them to assemble here in Isis Territory.
Since Gojuju could make rats exist anywhere in the world and tame them as his informants, finding them was easier than flipping my palm. A little time passed, and my sons—born between Sylvia Isis and me, marked by their silver skin—gathered here without complaint. All except the second one.
That punk, just like his old man, was already showing his rebellious streak. When I sent a rat with my message, his reply came back: too many females left to fuck, so he'd have to defy the order out of necessity. Tsk. The whole point of calling my sons here was to breed using this territory's human bitches, so if he wanted to self-sustain, who was I to stop him?
Anyway, excluding the second son, the rest arrived one by one through the route I'd used to infiltrate Isis Territory. The look on the eldest's face when he first saw me with naked Veronica in tow was priceless.
From there, we slowly, steadily began infiltrating the females of the Lord's Mansion—the heart of Isis Territory. Nothing difficult about it. Veronica just had to wander around naked with me for a few days, and naturally, ugly rumors about her would spread. Then, as if by 'coincidence' overhearing them, she'd drag every bitch in the mansion down to this underground prison on the pretext of finding out who started the gossip.
"Stop! Stop it!"
"It's ripping apart!!"
"N-No! Orc cock! Nooo!!"
"One of my boys slips into each cell and gets busy with species propagation."
Of course, maybe because they took after Sylvia's knightly side, the eldest—who wouldn't touch the weak who couldn't resist—showed some consideration like that, even though I handed him a bitch. He's more warrior than orc, really. Who knows? Pair him with one of this territory's female knights, and he might go into heat and pound her himself.
But at a glance, this scheme had a flaw. Dragging all the bitches down here was fine, but with dozens working in the mansion alone, if they vanished overnight, wouldn't the others get suspicious?
Simple fix, though.
"Don't put it in!! Stop, stop!! It won't fit anymore!!"
The two new maids Veronica brought today were screaming like that, but give it a few hours?
"M-More, thrust deeper! Into Anna's pussy! Fuck me harder with your orc cock, rip it apart!!"
They'd be loving it to death. Superhumans like Veronica or Sylvia, a cut above ordinary humans, could resist and fight back fiercely against my cock. But the fragile minds of regular human maids crumbled in no time, transforming into devoted slaves who'd do anything for orc cock.
Then those orc seedbed slaves return to the mansion, cosplay as normal maids, while we drag in more bitches and turn them into seedbeds. That was our first step toward orc prosperity.
Cruel? Honestly, aside from my sows, I don't give a shit what happens to other bitches. The only thing that matters is whether they'll become mine or not. Who cares about the rest?
Anyway, Veronica—my naked sow secretary, hands demurely clasped—silently trailed after me wherever I went.
"Damn, I really trained one sow right."
Sylvia would've fucked me hard, then purred like a cat clinging on, savoring the afterglow. But her dam, Veronica, didn't bat an eye even as the cum I'd pumped into her pussy earlier dripped out.
As if saying, 'How dare I act spoiled toward Master!' Plus, it was 'work hours' (?) now, so she couldn't show personal feelings or whatever.
We passed cell after cell down the corridor until we reached the end, where two notably quiet cells stood out compared to the others. And inside one—
"Hnggg... Daddy, Daddy..."
Our third child, Snow White Grizzly, chained up and desperately calling for me. Every erogenous zone—pussy, clit, nipples—vibrated with rotors, her body tightly bound. Half-lidded eyes, drool spilling from every mouth-like opening up and down her body.
"So, learned your lesson yet?"
"Daddy!!"
But the moment she heard my voice, her eyes snapped to life, sparkling as she looked at me. For the record, I didn't lock her up.
"Snow, even if you're Master's daughter and future sow, you can't steal precious semen without permission?"
"D-Daddy said it was okay, so why's Grandma—!"
Veronica glared at Snow with axe-like eyes, making me doubt this was the same sweet girl who'd gazed at me moments ago. She was the culprit who locked Snow up.
Here's what happened. This morning, after my personal wake-up alarm—a nice morning blowjob and cumshot—I opened my eyes to see Veronica right there. Covered head to toe in cum, sleeping soundly. If she was there, then who...?
Yanking the covers off in a huff revealed the cheeky half-orc Snow White, grinning mischievously as she swallowed my cum.
But in that instant, Veronica woke—maybe from my movement—and subdued Snow in a blink.
The crime? Stealing the wake-up blowjob that was her duty as the previous night's attendant sow.
"Daddy! Tell her something!"
"Where do you think you're going!"
Smack!
"Hiiik?!"
Veronica's handprint bloomed on Snow's ass as she rattled her chains, throwing a tantrum toward me.
"Tantrums won't help. All sows are controlled by this Sow Knight Order's dam sow, Veronica. Master entrusted this to me personally. Time to drill some discipline into that rotten head of yours."
"Hweeeeng!!"
By the way, 'dam sow' was Veronica's strong suggestion over 'knight captain' to avoid sounding too human. I liked it, so no objections.
"Now, punishment: a hundred spanks on your ass. Count each one and say 'I was wrong.' Mess up the count, we start over."
"A h-hundred?! N-No way! Daddy, stop her! Grandma hits so hard my ass'll burst! J-Just you spank me, Daddy!"
Now sprawled over Veronica's thigh, wriggling, Snow begged me for rescue.
"Master values each sow's individuality, so I won't remake your wild filly personality entirely(!). But I'll teach you some boundaries."
I wanted to intervene. Hell, I wanted to spank her myself. But Veronica's resolve was ironclad; no swaying her.
Then Snow, eyes flashing defiance, yelled at Veronica.
"Then Grandma should've woken up before Daddy!"
"Eek?!"
Veronica flinched, body trembling.
"Night duty includes wake-up fellatio, so you gotta wake before Master! Can't even do that, and you pick on me?!"
"Th-That's?!"
"Huh, makes sense. Technically, dereliction of duty, right?"
"Master?!"
Caught off-guard by our father-daughter tag-team, Veronica bit her lip until it bled, then dropped to all fours and presented her ass to me. Sure, I'd tormented her extra hard last night, but it must've been a mistake she wanted to forget.
"Hmph! Dam sow my ass—you're so lazy! No wonder you can't carry Daddy's baby!"
"Y-You're still a virgin yourself!"
"Hmph! Early-rising sows snag the cream!"
With my backing, Snow pounced to tease Veronica. I slipped into the cell, sat beside her, and stroked her ass.
"Then Veronica, you're getting punished too."
"Yes, Master. Punish this lowly sow."
But to prevent Snow crawling back later, I added, "I'll spank once, you spank Snow. I'll stop at exactly a hundred."
"Daddy?!"
"Brilliant idea, Master!! Punishing these foolish sows at once—you're a true sage!!"
Veronica beamed at my spanking train proposal. Snow's face drained of color—karma for teasing moments ago.
"N-No! Really no! I won't take it!"
She looked like a kid dragged to the clinic for shots, clinging to Mom.
"Take this punishment well, and I'll pop your cherry today."
Snow froze mid-freakout.
"For real?"
"For real."
"Th-Then I'll get Daddy's cock and bear his baby?"
"If you take the punishment well."
Snow's eyes sparkled. She'd waited ages, of course. Even after training, she pulled stunts like this morning partly because of me. She'd begged to lose her virginity during Veronica's sessions, but I made her watch wide-eyed instead—pure control training (bullshit to her). Kept her in blue-balled chastity ever since.
The old Snow would've impaled herself recklessly, but stopping at morning fellatio showed the training worked somewhat.
Her face lit up with joy.
"Hoh, not scared of my punishment, eh Snow?"
"Hiiik?! I-I can take it!"
That was before Veronica's chilling whisper in her ear. But for her cherry today, Snow squeezed her eyes shut, determined.
And then—"Mommy!!!!"
She bellowed for Sylvia. From the opposite cell, Sylvia appeared—hands loaded with rotors, a dildo jammed in her crotch.
"What's up?"
"P-Play chess with me while I get punished..."
...What are you, Guan Yu?