Taming the Dark Elf
"Big Master, aaang! Hello, sirrr!"
As I strode through the mansion, a maid with a dildo jammed up her crotch bobbed her head in greeting. I racked my brain trying to remember whose bitch she was, but figured today wasn't the day for that and just gave her tits a quick grope before moving on.
Silveryia had said she'd be bringing her female knights under her command around today. Not that she'd admit it, but the eldest—whose tastes in pussy ran just like mine, favoring female knights—would be thrilled. As for me... well? Even among female knights, there were ranks. If the ones in this territory were your run-of-the-mill ABC cuties, my sow knights were on another level, like Piraro or Roshe. Put simply, compared to me, they were a step down, so this was perfect for the eldest's wet dreams—er, his virgin party. We'd decided as a family to gift him all of Silveryia's subordinate knights.
We hadn't tipped him off beforehand. Surprise gifts like this were best kept secret, and since the kid had a sneaky interest in martial arts, he'd probably relish breaking them with his own skills and advancing to a new realm. Plus, it pissed me off how he always looked down on me and his siblings for fucking nonstop. He was an orc too! Once he got a taste of pussy, he wouldn't be able to stop!
Clang! Clang!
"An orc! Catch it!"
"Why the hell is an orc here?!"
"Wh-what? How's an orc wielding a sword like— Kyaaah?!"
Judging by the commotion outside, things had already kicked off. Swords shattering, armor exploding—total chaos. Peeking through the window, I saw Silveryia's female knights encircling the eldest in a ring, lunging at him one by one. But thanks to direct sword training from Silveryia and Veronica, one swing from him sent several flying off like ragdolls.
He wasn't quite as strong as me, but with enough power to crumple a human like paper, he was smashing their armor to bits. "?"
Something seemed off on closer inspection.
"Y-you filthy orc!"
"Don't be scared!"
"Just like Lady Veronica showed us—armor is nothing but shackles restricting our movement!"
Sneaking another look, the eldest was smashing their armor just enough to expose tantalizing glimpses whenever they raised their arms to block—pure eye candy. Damn, it was thrilling just watching; how much fun was the kid having doing it himself? Memories flooded back of first meeting Silveryia, pounding her belly until her armor shattered. Back then, she was desperately fighting for her life, pulling out every trick in the book. Ahem. Anyway, the eldest seemed to be enjoying his hands-on fun, so I headed underground for my own.
Now that my sons were grown and no longer needed watching, they were groping any bitch in sight. Thanks to that, this underground prison—once an orc hideout—was on indefinite hiatus. Lenaris was down there, sure, but why call it a hiatus? A prison's for locking up people, and you couldn't count a bitch as human. It was just a big doghouse. I was planning to build a proper one in the yard later.
Some breeds go nuts without daily exercise, right? Who knew—maybe Lenaris was one of those. So today, I was heading down personally to order a doghouse from Goju and feed her.
By the way, when I told Goju to come live upstairs, he said he preferred bunking with the rats. Poor bastard—surrounded by bitches, but being a eunuch...
Descending the ever-open stairs to the underground prison, the silent corridor appeared, just like when Goju and I first found it—no inmates, no orcs, dead quiet. Walking step by step to the end, I reached Lenaris's private cell...
"What the—where is she?"
It was empty. Staring at the bare cell, I checked around, confirmed the door number, double-checked it was hers. Had Lenaris busted out?! Rushing inside—
"Die!!"
"Take thiiiis, you fuck!!"
Right as I entered, a shrill whine and faint killing intent prickled my scalp. Lenaris dropped from the ceiling like a bat, lunging at me.
But—
"Stay!"
"Gyaarghhh!!"
With a sharp zap-crackle, she got a full jolt of electricity and flopped to the floor like a dead fish.
I'd been working so hard to build rapport, but skipping a few days of 4P playtime had undone it all.
"Pathetic."
Already hypersensitive from days of sexual torment, now leaking pussy juice from the shock—Lenaris looked pitiful. Preferring dogs over cats for our future bond, I gently stroked her head, not wanting to treat her too harshly.
"Why're you so desperate to kill me, huh, girlie?"
"Sh-shut up..."
"Sheesh... C'mon, out for chow."
I quietly opened the cell door and got my dick hard. Lenaris's face twisted into pure comedy.
Seconds ago, she'd been radiating murderous fury; now it was utter disgust.
"You think... I'll suck your filthy cock just for that...!"
"Gotta eat to live, right?"
"Damn it..."
She winced at "to live." Obsessed with survival in a weird way, her only shot in this prison was crawling like a dog, sucking my dick, and gulping cum and piss.
But clearly repulsed, she shoved her food bowl at me—put it here, she meant.
That's when I had to reject her hard. Boundaries between owner and dog had to be crystal clear. If you give in to every whine for food, play, or chew toys, they turn aggressive later like what the fuck? Same with Lenaris—this was the rule, nailed down firm.
"No. Veronica told you last time—beg for food properly."
"...Go die."
Her words said one thing, but at Veronica's name, she flinched, then meekly planted her hands, crawling out on all fours.
That scary, huh?
"Here, girl."
"Kngh!"
It was like seeing the brown poodle from my childhood (past life). Was that why I felt oddly attached to Lenaris?
Snorting haughtily, she crawled daintily on all fours to my crotch and barked once, loud.
Of course, once outside the cell—without my say-so—she had to crawl and bark like a dog per orders, no funny business.
"Woof!"
Then, as taught by superior bitches Veronica and Silveryia, she dipped her head in a half-assed bow (zero sincerity) and opened her tiny mouth, fumbling awkwardly.
"Dark elves are assassins—don't they teach bedroom arts or something?"
"Ngh..."
Wait, was that just novel bullshit? Reality and fantasy differed, huh? I felt oddly disappointed by this dark elf killer right in front of me.
But glancing at her outfit, another thought hit.
Well, duh—if she's dressed like a total slut and fucks like a pro, it's just cosplay.
Getting dominated is what makes it hot. Why play an eroge if the characters don't get raped? Reality and games differ, sure, but whatever!
Simple mindset shift—that was all it took. Suddenly, Lenaris looked irresistibly fuckable.
"Alright, if you don't know, we'll go step by step."
"?"
"First, open wide."
She eyed me suspiciously but obeyed, parting her lips.
"Stick out your tongue, then lick my cock nice and slow."
"Woof!"
"Hate it? Starve then."
"Ngh..."
Clearly reluctant, she flicked her tongue out toward my dick, hesitating, pulling back, repeating—then closed her mouth, shoved her nose in, and started sniffing loudly.