There Are No Bad Bitches in the World
There are no bad bitches in the world. Lenaris kept eyeing me warily from inside her cell, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the dog bowl filled with my semen—the only source of nutrition she could get here. Or rather, she was glued to it. No matter how patient an assassin she was, ignoring one of a creature's most primal urges like hunger was damn near impossible. Even now, she had half her upper body sticking out through the cell door without realizing it, just like before, sniffing the air and staring at my cum.
"Come on out. Come out here, and it's yours."
Like luring an animal with food, I used her lifeline to ease her guard a bit, while subtly showing her that if she just swallowed a little pride, she could eat. I nudged the dog bowl in front of me toward the cell door.
"…"
That was as far as I'd go in compromising. I'd drawn the line right there. Lenaris's expression twisted in conflict. She couldn't hold out any longer. She had to be starving. A week without food, and one meal wouldn't quench that hunger.
"You... you bastard...!"
I didn't need to hear the rest to know what she meant—her contorted face said it all. But her agony didn't last long. She chose survival. Kneeling right at the cell door, she started crawling out on all fours like a dog. There was my command that she had to move on all fours outside the cell, but she'd figured it out. She knew she couldn't claim this food unless she came to me. From her position, I was the absolute top dog. She realized that grabbing this goodwill now was the smart play for her survival.
But damn, crawling on all fours didn't sit right with her. What didn't sit right? That fucking expression screaming how much she hated it! I got it. Any normal person would hate this shit. Part of me wanted to yank the bowl away right then. But considering her utterly pitiful nutritional state and the fact that today, of all days, Lenaris had crawled out on her own four paws—which helped loosen her tension toward this orc—I decided to be satisfied with that.
"…"
Lenaris must have sensed how uncomfortable I was with her, her face anxious that I might snatch the bowl away, but she didn't stop crawling toward me. Like a newborn foal taking its first cautious steps, she inched forward one careful paw at a time. Finally losing patience, I mischievously tugged the bowl slightly toward me.
"!!"
Thud-thud! She panicked and bounded forward on all fours. More like a rabbit than a dog, but dogs hop like that sometimes too, so I let it slide—it was kinda cute. Reaching me, Lenaris sat like a dog, front paws splayed wide between her thighs to brace herself, staring intently at the dog bowl beneath her. Was she afraid I'd mess with it? Or waiting for permission? I hoped for the latter as I reached out and stroked her head gently.
"Good girl."
"Grrr…"
Her eyes blazed with murderous intent as she growled. Like she was saying, 'I ain't happy hearing that from some orc!'
"Alright, eat up."
"!!"
Slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp! The second I gave the word, Lenaris plunged her face into the dog bowl. And just like a real dog, she didn't use her paws at all—only her tongue to lap up the semen. She was so ravenous, you could hear her tongue working overtime.
"That's my good pup, eating so well."
I reached out and stroked her back. She flinched a bit in surprise at my touch, but once she realized I wasn't up to no good, she dove right back in, scarfing it down greedily. Her black hair, like the night sky, draped down and dipped into the bowl, but Lenaris, lost in her feast, didn't give a damn—she just licked even more furiously.
I was petting her with a satisfied smile when—
"Hey! Puppy! Look over there! That's your master!"
"Sylvia! Your master's right there!"
The maids' voices echoed from the stairs, and Lenaris's body went rigid.
"Go on, go!"
"You too!"
No sooner had the temporary dog-walkers finished than two silver creatures came bounding from the end of the hall.
"Woof! Woof!"
"Arf! Arf!"
Hopping on all fours, competing to reach me first—the two silver bitches. Sensing something ominous, Lenaris subtly tried to shield the bowl with her body. In a flash, Veronica and Silveryia closed in, tongues lolling as they leaped at me. Sure, Lenaris was cowering and trembling right in front of me, but they didn't care.
"Slurp slurp."
"Huff huff huff!!"
Veronica immediately started licking my foot, while Silveryia panted heavily. I went to pat my dutiful bitches' heads as a reward, but something was off. They started sniffing the air.
Sniff sniff—
"Grrrr…"
"Grarl…"
After a moment of flaring their nostrils, they backed their hips away like dogs wary of an intruder and began growling fiercely. Before I could stop them—
"Waaang!!"
"Garl!"
"Kyeeeek?!"
They lunged at Lenaris, who was huddled on the floor shaking, and started biting her arms and legs. Helpless against the mother-daughter bitch duo's assault, Lenaris yelped pitifully. I wanted to intervene, but this was unavoidable. Even among my bitches (and bitch-to-be), there was a strict hierarchy. Sure, they were sows playing at being bitches, but among females sharing one master, they were dead set on sorting the pecking order. Veronica charged savagely at Lenaris, going straight for her scruff.
Dark elf assassin or not—even obeying my orders—Lenaris out here was just a bitch. No dark elf, no assassin. Just a mutt. If her body was in fighting shape, she might've held her own, but in her current wretched state, she was defenseless against stronger bitches.
"Yelp! Yap! Yap yap!"
Whenever she tried to shake off Silveryia gnawing her ass, Veronica went for her scruff and ears. Shake off Veronica, and Silveryia bit her ass again. The dog bowl Lenaris had desperately guarded spilled over, and without a chance to protest, she started whining at me pitifully. The obedience collar kept her from speaking human words, so this was her way of begging. Don't just watch—save me!
But this was the inevitable hierarchy scrap among pack animals, a sacred battle from time immemorial. No master could stop it until winner and loser were decided.
Still, I could offer some advice.
"Show your belly, Lenaris! Then they won't attack!"
"!!"
Show your belly—the gesture of surrender and submission among dogs. Submit to Veronica and Silveryia. Lenaris hesitated at my words for a second, then—
"Whine, whine, whiiiine~"
She flipped onto her back desperately, baring her belly to them. Her pride screamed no, but what choice did she have? To live, she had to follow this ecosystem's rules. And just like that, as the new bitch admitted defeat, Veronica and Silveryia halted their attack on cue. Silveryia seemed satisfied with Lenaris sprawled out, but Veronica was still pissed—she looked ready to teach her a proper lesson this time.
"Grrr…"
"Whiiiine…"
Veronica planted a front paw on Lenaris's belly. The womb—the most vital organ for a female, meant to receive superior seed, bear pups, fulfill her duty. Veronica trampled the virgin-scented pussy under her paw.
"Whiiiine~ Whine~"
Lenaris begged for mercy. But Veronica, still fuming, chomped down on her pubic hair and yanked.
"Yelp!"
Lenaris cried out in pain, her eyes pleading I'm surrendered—why touch me?! But Veronica ignored her, dragging her by the scruff straight to me.