Taming the Dark Elf: Meanwhile in the Isis Lord's Mansion
"Nngh! Cock! Orc cock, give me moreee...!"
"Pound this weak knight pussy even harder with Silver's cock!"
"Hii... hii... it won't close... Nothing like a human dick could ever compare...!"
The training grounds were littered with female knights sprawled in pools of white semen. Just hours ago, they had been the proud guardians of Isis Territory, but now they eagerly spread their legs for a single silver-furred orc,ng into his exclusive sex slaves.
"Lady Silveryia... save us...!"
Most of them had already fallen to that orc. But the remaining knights could do nothing. They had been subdued and couldn't move, forced to watch helplessly as their comrades were one by one violated.
As the silver orc slowly approached, they cried out for their absent captain, Lady Silveryia, pleading for salvation—but to no avail.
"Heh heh, just as Master and I predicted."
"Orcs gotta shove their cocks in a bitch's hole first and ask questions later!"
No one in the mansion could save those pitiful knights. Especially since it was Silveryia herself who had thrown them to the orc.
"Snow, watch closely. An orc's true nature shows when he sees a female hole."
"I always hated how big bro acts all prim and proper when he's just like this."
Silveryia and Snow—watching her firstborn son, who had emerged from her own womb before her, mate with the knights from afar—chuckled at the sight.
"My my, breaking his virginity and going so rough already?"
"Whose son do you think he is!"
Silver suddenly grabbed a knight and slammed her down in a mating press. A single trickle of blood from her pussy announced her freshly lost virginity, but to Silver—now hooked on the taste of knight pussy—it didn't matter.
Even Silveryia, who had once commanded these women as her subordinates, watched in ecstasy as virgin blood dripped from their crotches. Were there really any "normal" people left in this mansion?
"Silvi, Snow."
"Mother."
"Grandma!"
Unlike Silveryia and Snow—who stood naked, their pregnancy-swollen breasts resting on the windowsill, shivering as the breeze teased their nipples—Veronica appeared in the hallway fully dressed in a suit, calling their names.
Click-clack—click-clack—
"What are you doing here...? Hmph, so you've finally let Silver breed the knights?"
"They grew on me over time, so if we're turning them into sows, we might as well make their human days unforgettable."
"That way, they'll truly appreciate how fulfilling life as a sow can be!"
Snow jumped in to elaborate right after Silveryia finished. Veronica stroked Snow's head—knowing she carried Master's child just like herself—and Snow giggled happily.
"Where's Master?"
"Training the bitch downstairs."
"Whoa! Can I go watch?!"
Snow, who had never seen a dark elf in her life, bounced excitedly and asked Veronica.
"Hmmm... probably doesn't matter?"
"Yay! Mom, I'll be in the underground prison!"
Veronica and Silveryia chuckled as Snow scampered off like a squirrel, thinking how she was still just a kid despite her size.
"Mother? How long do you plan to keep wearing that...?"
"Hm? Oh... Master told me to wear it, so I have been."
As if she'd forgotten, Veronica stripped off her clothes without hesitation—even with maids passing by—and handed them over.
Stretching her stiff body languidly, she shivered as the breeze tickled her skin and murmured.
"Mmm~! Clothes really are such a hassle. If I'd known living naked felt this good, I'd have ditched them ages ago."
"Unless Master tells us to wear them, ugh..."
Silveryia shuddered, hugging her arms as if the mere thought made her skin itch. Veronica smiled understandingly, then gazed at Silver ravaging yet another knight and said.
"You look so noble like that."
"Heh heh, as Master says: a sow's true value shines when a mighty male corrupts her. Master's words are never wrong. Look at them—they thought they were human forever. Without us, they'd never have known."
Who would believe those were once the knights who swore never to yield to orcs, vowing eternal resistance?
"They'll learn soon enough. Carrying and birthing Master's—or any orc's—children is the greatest glory for a sow..."
Veronica felt her cheeks flush as she caressed her belly. It hadn't swelled yet—fertilized only recently—but soon it would bulge like when she bore Silveryia. Master's first child with her; just the thought filled her with unbearable love.
But her maternal smile suddenly twisted into a glare as she whispered to Silveryia.
"We should share this joy with Her Majesty the Queen and the princess too, right?"
"But that'll take a lot of orcs first."
Turning their former lord and close friend into sows? Others might call them mad, but in this mansion, no one would deny Veronica's words—they'd only admire them.
"We still don't have enough orcs. Master said one every three months..."
Turning her territory into an orc breeding ground was just beginning. First, they needed orcs to ravage the mansion's women. And those orcs would come from the sows here—themselves included.
The real plan kicked off now, with full scale years away.
"Our breeding sows will play a key role."
"Yes, Jessie? Get me a cup of water... Huh?"
Silveryia grabbed a maid attending her. Jessie tilted her head curiously as Silveryia suddenly stripped her, but used to this by now, she just trembled obediently.
"Silvi?"
"Huh...? Hmm...?"
Veronica called out, sensing something off, but Silveryia ignored her, groping Jessie's body—teasing her pussy, kneading her ass, even pinching her nipples.
Veronica watched patiently, figuring there was a reason. Minutes later...
"When was the last time you mated with my son?"
"Pardon? Th-three days ago..."
"When was your first time?"
"A week ago."
"A week? A week?"
Something felt wrong. Silveryia shook her head, rubbing Jessie's belly. Ignoring Jessie's blushing embarrassment, she pressed on.
"He took your virginity? No other men...?"
"N-no... only him... Master Orc..."
"So a week ago was your first...? And already...?"
Silveryia bit her finger, mumbling as she stroked the maid's belly. Veronica asked what was wrong.
"Silvi, what's going on? Why...?"
"It's too fast."
"?"
"It took a month after Master impregnated me for my belly to swell. But this girl's already bulging. This is way too quick...!"
Three days at earliest, a week at latest—and her belly was already like this. Veronica doubted her ears, telling Silveryia to double-check; maybe it was just fat, a mistake.
But Silveryia—a veteran sow with fifteen orc births under her belt, now on her sixteenth—trusted the familiar sensation in her palm.
"This girl... no, gather all the females in the mansion."
While the orc tormented Lenaris in the underground prison, the surface floors erupted in unexpected chaos...