Taming the Dark Elf: Snow White's Cheeky Detour
While Veronica and Sylvia Isis were summoning every female in the mansion for what they called a monumental discovery(?), Sow Rank 3, Snow White, was sprinting breathlessly toward the underground prison.
"Hello, Miss Snow White!"
"Yeah! Huh? Where are you all headed?"
Snow White had grown so close to the mansion's females that she now naturally returned the servants' greetings.
"Lady Sow Veronica ordered all the females in the mansion to gather in the office, so we're heading there with our fellow maids."
"All the females...? Hmm... Should I go too?"
In the past, she might've shrugged it off and scampered away, but now Snow White was pregnant with her father Red Grizzly's child—a proud sow of his. She didn't get knightly stuff like what Veronica or Sylvia went on about, but she knew sows had to obey the alpha.
"Hmm... I don't think you need to go, Miss."
"Why? It said all females."
"Well, Lady Veronica specified only the females who've mated with your big brothers or little brothers."
"Oh...?"
Why that? Snow White tilted her head, pondering the reason. She drew no conclusions, but the maids just cooed over how cute she looked.
Sniff sniff—
"Huh? You're all pregnant!"
"Pardon?"
"Us?"
Snow White sniffed around, then buried her nose right in the maids' crotches like it was a done deal. The maids, used to such antics, didn't dodge—they just wondered what pregnancy had to do with nose-in-crotch.
"Yup! That smell! The scent of a female carrying young!"
"B-but we haven't had morning sickness or anything..."
"Your bellies are swelling up!"
"Huh? This is just belly fat, though?"
The maids were thrilled at the idea of bearing an orc's offspring, but still clung to human common sense and pregnancy timelines, waving it off. Snow White, however, was dead certain.
"No lie! My mom—queen of pregnancies in this world—smelled just like this when she carried my siblings! The scent of tiny orcs growing inside! No escaping my nose!"
The maids, swayed by the half-orc's "expertise"(?), started taking her claim seriously, eyes wide.
Delighted by their rapt attention, Snow White—whose tits were modest compared to Veronica or Sylvia's—thrust her chest out with an ahem! and puffed up proudly.
"Huh? That's weird, though? You've only been knocked up a week at most, but why's the scent so strong?"
But moments later, she cocked her head again, puzzled. Her mom's pussy scent hadn't changed until a month or two in—so why were these maids reeking so intensely already?
"Mine doesn't even smell yet!"
Maybe 'cause it's fresh? Snow White tilted her head harder, shrugged it off with a wave to the maids, and bolted back toward the underground prison.
"Oh, wait—one sec!"
She hopped over the windowsill. Anyone else would've scolded her for the unladylike display, but the half-orc Snow White trampled Veronica's prized flowerbed without a care as she scampered off.
(For the record, she'd get her ass spanked fiery red by Veronica later for ruining the garden.)
"Big bro~!"
"Huff... huff..."
Snow White arrived at her big brother—Grizzly family eldest son, Silver Grizzly—squatting in a pool of milky semen under the warm sunlight, right in the middle of his mating frenzy.
"Whoa... You've been pounding nonstop since popping your cherry, huh?"
The sticky cum puddles and stench everywhere had Snow White pinching her nose. Silver cleared his throat awkwardly and addressed his little sister.
"What brings you here?"
"Pfft, playing dumb?"
Look at this mess! Snow White flung her arms wide.
"Orc-sama's cock...! More...!"
"Lady Sylvia, mercy...!"
"N-no more fits... pregnant, gonna get pregnant...!"
"No more knighthood... I'll be an orc's bitch...!"
Female knights in tattered armor flailing in the swamp of Silver's seed.
"Heh heh heh, always acting all prim and proper, sneering at us like we're filthy—turns out you're the worst!"
"Ahem..."
"What? Uncomfortable 'cause I'm saying it? The girl who's fucked Dad?"
Silver had always eyed her with disdain for chasing Dad's cock so eagerly, so Snow White circled him bouncily, determined to rub it in. She jangled the golden ornaments on her tits—nipple and clit piercings—and pranced teasingly.
"Big bro should mark his bitches like Dad does! Look look! Pretty, right? Dad pierced 'em himself!"
Bragging about her orc-sow piercings was just icing on the tease.
"Don't be reckless—put some clothes on!"
"Why? They're a hassle. This is a female's true form—always ready for the male to mount. The ideal sow!"
"Who fed you that nonsense..."
"Grandma and Mom!"
"...It has a certain logic."
He couldn't trash-talk the grandma and mom he secretly admired, even if Dad badmouthed them—so Silver pivoted quick.
"Like thiiiis! Every tug on the piercing reminds me I'm Dad's sow! Hnng!"
"As if I'd hang such abominations."
"Talk big all you want..."
"Knights need armor to shine..."
"Eh?!"
"Ahem."
Silver had slipped his true feelings— and sly Snow White never missed such a rare crack in her ever-stern big bro.
"Big bro likes that stuff, huh?"
"..."
"Whining you don't wanna be like Dad, but deep down you're the most like him! Ahaha!"
Now she poked and prodded the massively semen-bloated belly of Elsie's moon-sized gut—Sylvia's deputy—squeezing out cum from her pussy. Normally Silver would've barked "Don't roughhouse!", but this was his mess, so he just watched helplessly.
"Heh heh heh, perv."
"Q-quiet!"
Snow White savored her first glimpse of big bro's flustered side. Little bro would've loved this—he was way more open sexually. Where was he, anyway?
Thinking of her too-liberal little bro versus stuffy big bro, she suddenly remembered.
"Oh! Duh me! Supposed to see Dad!"
Teasing had been too fun; time flew. She'd been pumping Elsie's belly like a well, squeezing out ropes of cum, but now flashed a smug grin at her pitiful-looking brother before dashing off to the prison.
That grin basically screamed, "Well, this Snow White lady's outta here cool-like!"
"...That's why she rubs me the wrong way."
If a female version of Dad existed, it'd be her. Same personality despite different looks—a spitting image. Without her "I love Daddy!" chants scaring off the continent's males, their balls would've drained dry. And with her mom Sylvia's beauty stamped right on her face? Gorgeous to boot.
"She claims she's second-most like Dad, but... doubtful."
Silver sighed as his nemesis sashayed her ass away into the corner.
No shame whatsoever. With another sigh, he gathered the sprawled female knights, cradling them gently.
Hard, sweaty, but impossible to shake off—that feeling. Sensing the sturdy male body enveloping them, the knights—wombs already pumped full—sprouted heart-eyes and clung to Silver despite everything.
"Silveeeer~!"
"Hnnng..."
"Can't you thrust more?"
Even if it was a slip from boiling bloodlust, they were his sows now. Other stuff aside, Silver fully agreed with Dad: Your bitches, you handle.