Isis Family Dinner
Do I really look that vicious? Those maids are already lewdly corrupted bitches. That means one of my sons has fucked them. But I'm an orc. So what does that make my kids? Orcs, obviously. All orcs look pretty much the same, so there's not much difference between me and my boys. So why the hell do they freak out just because I grinned once?
"At least they—your sons—don't make their bitches walk around buck naked like this."
"…"
Hah, didn't think of that. Even if we're identical orcs, everyone has their own sexual tastes. They must hate getting tangled up with a total pervert like me, huh? Kinda hurts my feelings. I must've looked a bit down, because Veronica noticed and bowed her head slightly.
"You're certainly too extreme and maniacal, Master. It's no wonder they're scared."
"Wasn't this the part where you comfort me?"
I figured this was the cue where she'd console me, and I'd go rawr rawr on her. Even a sow knight who's sworn absolute loyalty to me can't just bottle stuff up like that.
"But we are your sworn sow knights, the ultimate pervert sows who gladly accept any demand, anytime. So please, trample us however you like."
Oh damn, what a perfect sow! Not only does she wear those human clothes she hates for my sake, but she strikes right at my heartstrings. The sow knight captain—no, the mother pig herself!
But had I been paying too much attention to Veronica? Silveryia suddenly clenched down hard on my fingers buried in her pussy, throwing a tantrum like look at me.
She knows I wouldn't neglect her, but having grown up idolizing Veronica, she instinctively feels intimidated and gets competitive without realizing it.
"So, how many are you planning to pop out this year?"
"Pardon?"
"Don't play dumb. How many pups you gonna birth?"
"Ahh…♥"
I'm a virile orc stud, but gentle with my sows. Silveryia blushed bright red at my pregnancy whisper, thrilled. She looked ready to jump me and make pups right then, clearly sensing her own ovulation.
But then—thump thump! A sound came from the massive platter the maids had set on the table.
I chuckled at the rhythmic thumps, like she was begging not to be forgotten, and beckoned Veronica. She'd been staring at me and Silveryia, and now lifted the cover on my signal.
"Mmph mmph—!"
Under it, atop a bed of veggies like a pig diagram, our third child Snow White lay naked, every inch garnished with mouthwatering meats, an apple wedged in her mouth. She glared at me sulkily.
Probably thinking it was her day, so why was I only chatting with Veronica and the others.
"Master, tonight's dinner is roast piglet sow."
"Mmph!"
Please enjoy it deliciously! Snow shot me a wink.
But true to her strict knight nature among the sows, Veronica picked up a sharp-tipped fork, clearly intent on scolding Snow for her antics at the table.
"Mmph?!"
As a half-orc, hot dishes like this wouldn't burn her, but a fork stab hurts. Knowing that, Snow shook her head frantically like no no, but…
"First, the hind leg meat."
Squish—
"Bweep!!"
Snow's face crumpled into tears from Veronica's merciless fork. But what could she do? There were still plenty of cuts left. I savored Snow's teary eyes while munching the meat Veronica speared for me.
"Damn, it's good though."
No bullshit. I figured medieval times wouldn't have great butchery, but nobles must put effort into their food. The bloodletting was spot-on; barely any off-flavor.
"Since it was for you, Master, I pushed the underlings hard."
"Ah."
I could picture it. Even among sows, Veronica was top-tier elite. Imagining her naked, bossing around the kitchen maids and servants…
"Master? Shall I service your mouth pussy?"
I must've gotten hard without noticing. Silveryia eyed my raging cock hungrily, dying to impale herself, but with superior sow Veronica just standing there, she compromised on mouth service.
I nodded like go ahead, and she eagerly crawled under the table.
"Then, if you'll excuse me."
I felt my cock enveloped in warm wetness. At the dinner table, she didn't suck vigorously like usual—instead, she gently caressed it, like savoring leisurely.
"…"
Veronica watched her daughter's mouth service intently but found no flaws, so she resumed feeding me meat.
Mid-meal review: pretty satisfying. If I had to nitpick, no pork belly? Not that it doesn't exist. In this medieval setup with Western-style names and culture, belly cuts all get smoked into bacon, so fresh samgyeopsal is unthinkable. But there it was on Snow's cute lower belly, marking the gut area: egg-wrapped bacon roll.
Especially the half-boiled egg right over her womb spot.
"Exactly what you're imagining, Master."
"Ooh yeah."
Never seen food this lewd. Or is it the presentation on a female body? Atmosphere matters. A normal(?) dinner turned this erotic. Even prim-and-proper Veronica attending me started eyeing my cock while Silveryia slurped away.
But she endured with superhuman restraint—that's the difference between her and Silveryia. Veronica stays disciplined in service or anything, perfectly controlled. Silveryia, still immature, goes overboard chasing her urges.
Perfect knight vs. novice knight. Combat-wise, per Veronica, Silveryia's nearly caught up—equal on battlefield or bed. But mentally immature.
"Gonna blow a load."
"Mmmph?!"
I silently pressed Silveryia's head down hard and unleashed a thick shot. As always, she clenched her throat to the end, fulfilling her duty, then licked her lips with a smack.
"Haaah… delicious."
"Veronica, cleanup."
"Ahh?! Master, cleanup makes it perfect service—Mother?!"
"…"
At my order, Veronica—who'd been subtly eyeing my cock—rushed over, shoving lingering Silveryia aside like a cuckoo chick evicting eggs, and swallowed my cock whole.
Her maid cat-ear headband bobbed with each up-down, her cleavage jiggling through the slightly open collar. I love nudity, but dressing them up like this has its perks sometimes.
"Alright, switch. Silveryia, table duty."
"Yes…"
She pouted, bummed about missing final cleanup. Snow looked relieved Veronica was off fork duty, but…
"…?"
No such luck. Silveryia hefted a massive BBQ fork, bigger than Veronica's, and Snow paled.
Somehow powering through Silveryia's servings, soon only sauce-smeared, teary-eyed Snow remained on the platter.
Meal over! As I started to rise—
"Slurrrp, Master? Still food left."
"Huh?"
Veronica, lost in cocksucking, suddenly looked up. Food left? Where? Scanning, only saucy Snow… Oh. I eyed Veronica knowingly.
She smiled wordlessly, gave one last slooooorp for perfect cleanup, stood by my side, spread Snow's legs, and said:
"Tonight's main dish, roast piglet sow—isn't she still here?"
Clang! Fork and knife hit the floor.
"No utensils? Oh well, no knife, but I got a bastard sword…"
"Yes, same blade, no issue."
Why, my cock is a bastard sword. Anyway, Veronica presented Snow platter-and-all before my cock, eyes full of anticipation.
"Mm, smells delicious. Well-roasted?"
"Yes, Silveryia and I managed meticulously."
Veronica spread Snow's pussy lips with her fingers. Unlike granny or mom, never taken my cock once, yet her folds dangled invitingly, begging for it.
"Then, time for the main dish—take!"
"Hyak… hyak… F-Finally, Daddy—"
Squelch!
"C-Coooock?!"
Orc sex needs no gentleness. Any sow, even my own daughter—always full throttle!
Snow, proving her orc blood despite half-breed, opened her womb and welcomed my cock as her virginity tore.
"First fuck is uterus sex… When did our Snow grow up…?"
Silveryia teared up, moved by her child's milestone. A trickle of blood dripped from our junction in sync.
"Veronica, Silveryia."
"Yes."
"Yes, Master."
Veronica, who'd watched her granddaughter's deflowering, smiled and bowed.
"You said it was well-roasted, so why the blood? Undercooked."
"Forgive us. Our failing. Any punishment."
"We're sows who deserve punishment…"
They prostrated, begging.
"Hyak, hyak, hyak…♥"
Snow climaxed hard from finally taking my cock. I grinned wickedly at them.
"Doesn't mean I won't eat. Veronica, Silveryia—prepare for punishment."
""Yes♥""
Pussy juices gushed simultaneously from the mother-daughter sows.