A Once-in-a-Lifetime Special Dinner
I wonder just how much pounding went down at the Isis family's dinner table. After shoving the limp-headed Lenaris back into her original cell and slamming the door shut...
"See ya later~"
"Get the hell out!"
So prickly. Outside the cell, she crawls around on all fours like a good little bitch, but the moment I toss her back inside, she springs up on two legs and glares daggers at me. With the Obedience Collar around her neck, she couldn't escape even if she tried, so no need to tie her up.
"W-what the hell are you staring at?! You've already seen me naked like this, and now..."
"What, do I have to get your permission just to watch you get dressed too?"
Realizing I had no intention of binding her, Lenaris snatched up her clothes and threw them on in a flash, but my gaze still pissed her off enough to make her screech.
"Get out!!"
Tsk. Our little pup's just not used to her new surroundings yet—a reminder that being a good owner means showing some consideration for your pet. "Master, it's about time to head out."
"Everything's ready!"
Having had our fill of bitch play for now, Veronica slipped back into orc sow secretary mode, while Silveryia—bouncing with extra energy today—sidled up beside me.
"You're all insane... completely mad..."
Maybe her mouth was loosening up again, but Lenaris muttered in disgust at Veronica and the others, who fawned over the orc without a shred of shame, flaunting their bare skin to everyone.
"Wanna get punished again?!"
Lenaris flinched and trembled involuntarily as Silveryia growled, ready to sink her teeth in once more. Proof that the pecking order among the bitches was firmly established.
"Well, adapting to this place must still be tough, so stick around here for a bit? We'll take you for a walk with Master later?"
"Shut up!"
She only snaps like that at me. "Wahhh, I'm a wicked orc and a sow mommy—gimme milk!"
"Yes, shall I offer the left breast? Or..."
"Do whatever you want."
"Understood, then..."
Feeling glum for no reason, I buried my face in Veronica's massive tits. She promptly removed the piercing from her nipple and shoved her breast into my mouth. She wasn't pregnant with my child yet like Silveryia, so no milk flowed, but the texture was damn nice. As I teasingly rolled my tongue over her perky nipple, Veronica—ever the dutiful secretary—stifled a moan that threatened to burst free and held me back from slamming my cock in right then.
"Master, dinner time now."
"Oh."
Today's the day for special fare. The one-of-a-kind treat you can only savor once in an orc's lifetime—not some bullshit like army "special meals" from those military wannabes, but truly precious grub you get just once. Kneading Veronica's volleyball-sized tits as I urged her on, she called out to Silveryia, who was still toying with Lenaris to keep her on edge.
"Silvi, attend to Master's cock."
"Yes!"
No sooner had Veronica spoken than Silveryia leaped toward my dick, ass out, like a spaceship docking at a space station. After taking hundreds of belly shots, this was child's play to her—nothing like clenching her walls or begging for thrusts. She simply enveloped my cock softly, fulfilling her role as a perfect cock holster.
"Hnn... Master? How's the fit of your personal cock holster?"
"Handles included—perfect."
Reaching out in that position, my hands filled with Silveryia's ample breasts. Lifting my cock higher made her wrap her arms around mine, refusing to let go.
"Then, Master, shall we proceed?"
"Catch ya later, pup."
"Hurry up and fuck off..."
Stubborn to the end. Bristling like I'd slighted her, I turned my back on Lenaris without a word and followed Veronica's lead.
With every step, moans threatened to escape Silveryia's mouth, but "Silvi, cock holsters stay quiet."
"Yes..."
Veronica's sharp command shut her down each time. By sow tenure alone, Silveryia outranked Veronica like a grizzled vet, but she'd been thoroughly dominated by her junior—a pitiful senior completely owned. No wonder the stress built up. Emerging from the underground prison, two maids flanked the door, bowing deeply to greet us.
"Did you rest well?"
"Yeah. Dinner ready?"
"All preparations complete."
Not a single scream despite the wicked orc with his dick buried in Silveryia right in front of them. Every female in this mansion had fallen to the orc's grasp by now. Veronica acknowledged the report and took the lead once more. Just days ago, maids might've shrieked at their naked lord, but now—whether scrubbing floors or watering flowerbeds—they only shot envious glances at Veronica.
"Veronica."
"No, Master."
"Tch."
"Hah... ah..."
Was she provoking me on purpose? Enjoying the maids' stares? Or just trying to make me ache? Veronica strode ahead haughtily, wiggling her ass like she was begging me to get hard. Annoyed, I took it out on Silveryia. Lost in tormenting her, we arrived at the dining hall before I knew it. Before Veronica fully submitted, the table had been adorned with white lilies—the Isis emblem—embroidered cloths, and wall banners. Now reduced to mere floor rags, it hit me anew: I'd truly corrupted this territory's lord. Veronica, now in a maid outfit she'd donned who-knows-when, guided me to the head seat to serve my meal. Fit for nobles, the table stretched endlessly. Prioritizing show over substance, perhaps. It never felt homey—better if it were a buffet line piled with food. But these aristocrats social-distance even over cereal; no wonder I felt stifled. "Master."
Part secretary, maid, or sex slave as needed, Veronica pulled out my chair smoothly the moment I moved toward the head, ensuring zero discomfort.
"I'll retrieve the cock holster."
Like stripping off an Iron Man suit, Veronica yanked Silveryia's piercing, making her yelp and pull off my dick in panic.
"Mother, seriously...!"
She wanted to complain but couldn't mouth off to her mom. Grumbling, Silveryia let Veronica press a wine glass to her breast; she swiftly removed her piercing and squeezed out fresh milk.
"Master, to whet your appetite—sow milk just milked."
"I want yours, Veronica."
"That... once I'm pregnant with your child, Master, I'll give you all you desire."
Not a flicker on her face at my spiteful question, boldly declaring she'd bear my kid. Her blushing shame, broken ecstasy— all hot, but this prim coolness had its charm too.
"Ugh... I'm the one who gave milk to Master."
Spotting my pleased grin as Veronica blushed faintly, Silveryia sulked, suckling her own tit noisily. Fair enough—she did the work, but Veronica got the favor. To console her, I fingered her pussy mid-grumble when—clang!—two maids burst in, opening the dining doors. Bowing to us, one carefully wedged the door open to prevent it closing, while the other wheeled in a serving cart from behind. Covered by a massive lid, its contents were hidden, but I already knew. A cart that huge? Easy to guess the scale and what it was. No Thanksgiving turkey today, and for an orc's dinner, it'd be weirder if I couldn't predict. Watching the maid strain to pull it along, a natural, satisfied smile crept over my face.
"Eek?!"
...A satisfied smile.