The Sulking Bitch's Enchanted Meal
Day after day, the orc tossed out a casual, "Not starved enough yet, huh?" before vanishing from the underground prison for the entire day. …That jerk. Ever since the other orcs—who used to drag in hordes of humans for wild orgies—had disappeared, she'd been free to come and go as she pleased. But now, Lenaris locked herself in her cell with a resounding click, as if declaring, I'm seriously pissed at you! It evoked the image of a child slamming her bedroom door after a scolding from Mom, huffing in defiance. At least a kid could chuck toys around in a tantrum, but Lenaris felt even more suffocated by her utter helplessness.
Gurgle—
"…"
Lenaris curled into a tight ball on her cushion, forced to endure an empty belly all day. Sleep was out of the question too—after skipping three meals, her stomach growled uncontrollably, chasing away any drowsiness. She gritted through the endless torment until morning mealtime finally arrived.
"Hmph, come or don't, I don't care."
No clocks down here, but she'd grown attuned to the routine, marking morning, noon, and evening by the orc's visits. She peeked up just enough to scan for him entering the underground prison. For all her tough talk, her long ears twitched eagerly, and her mind was already flooded with visions of his cock.
Thud, thud—
"!"
Footsteps! Lenaris hurriedly buried her head back in the cushion and coiled up tight.
"Ahem~"
"?"
Not the orc's heavy tread. This was… a human woman's footsteps. And that voice—familiar somehow…?
"Hey! Eat your food!"
It was the orc's daughter. Snow White, with looks that'd fit right in if that bitch Silveryia got a bit younger.
"If you're gonna be a dog, act like one and obey. Why the pointless rebellion?"
"Hmph."
"Dad doesn't want much—just call him 'Master.' That's all. Hell, he could've said 'spread your pussy' or 'roll in the shit pit.'"
"No surprise from the orc's spawn—thinking just like her filthy sire."
"Thanks for the compliment."
Snow White cracked open the cell door with a soft creak, then shoved a tray inside.
"Stack the dishes somewhere tidy, 'kay?"
"…Fetch your father."
"Why?"
"Why?! Tell that bastard to—"
"That's why Dad's not coming."
With a cheery "See ya~" Snow White shut the door and left. Lenaris eyed the tray warily, then slunk forward. A metal cover hid the contents—what prank had he pulled this time? She lifted it, bracing for his cum-laced sabotage.
"?"
Perfectly baked bread, steaming soup rising in fragrant wisps, roasted chicken… and mackerel tenderloin fritters.
"…"
Lenaris slyly flicked just the mackerel fritters—go-sun-twi for short—far into the shadows.
Clang! The crash echoed from the darkness, but hey, some gifts you take, some you toss. She'd sooner eat dog chow than that petty shit! What a childish prick!
"Hah, looks like the bastard's finally given up. Typical orc."
Lenaris leaned toward the plate naturally, then lapped at the appetizing soup.
"…?"
Something felt off. But hesitation lasted only a moment—she dipped in again, slurping greedily. Smooth, nutty perfection. Perfect for dunking bread. She pressed a palm to a loaf, tearing off a chunk with her mouth. Fit for a lord, maybe? It ripped buttery-soft. She dunked it in the soup and slurped it down.
Slurrrp.
Soup splatter on her hand? She licked it clean, savoring the appetizer before the main event: crispy golden roasted chicken. Lenaris licked her lips, worked up her appetite, then chomp!—pounced.
Moments later, she licked the chicken grease from her fur head to toe.
"Fuu…"
A satisfying meal after who-knows-how-long. Lenaris savored the lingering chicken scent as she curled back on her cushion. Belly full, drowsy bliss—now if only sleep would come deep and sound…
Soon, she was snoring soundly.
But thud, thud—
"!!"
That heavy, familiar gait by her ear jolted Lenaris awake. The orc! He'd come. But she flopped back down.
Hmph, too late to come crawling now.I don't need you!
She snorted, kneading her cushion for the perfect nest. Not a real bed, but comfy enough for solid shut-eye. Orc or no orc, she was drifting off again when—
Ding-a-ling~
"!!"
Lenaris bolted up, eyes sparkling, mouth watering despite her full stomach. She pranced on all fours, circling the cell in a frenzy. A strange anxiety crept in; she pawed frantically at the locked door, whimpering.
"Aww, why'd my good doggy lock the door?"
"Hek hek hek!!"
The door creaked open, and Lenaris dashed to the orc, plopping her ass at his feet. She couldn't explain it, but it felt right. Then reality hit—her pathetic display sank in.
"Grrr…!"
She wanted to speak, but the collar's command held: Outside the cell, without orc's permission, bark like a dog and crawl like one. All she could do was scoot back, growling.
"What's wrong? Feeling off?"
"Grrr…"
What did you do to my body?! Did you drug the food?!
Lenaris bared her teeth, ready to bite, but the orc strolled off casually.
"Yup, this go-sun-twi's non-perishable anywhere you go."
He picked up the discarded fritters and crunched away.
"???"
Not drugged? Lenaris's face darkened. Belly full, yet drooling; freshly fed, yet stomach rumbling.
"Now, speak human."
"Wh-what did you do to my body?! Lift this curse now!"
"Curse?"
"If not a curse, how am I—freshly fed—still…!"
"Ah…"
The orc grinned slyly, then jingled the handbell—
"Woof! Woof!"
Even with human speech allowed, Lenaris barked and circled him like a dog.
"No curse from me. My pup's so suspicious~?"
"Sh-shut up!"
Her face burned crimson at her antics; she shrieked.
"Anyway, ready to call me 'Master' yet?"
The orc thrust out his crotch. Lenaris, entranced, bit his pant leg and yanked. Then his underwear, tugging them down. Thwack!—his rising cock smacked her nose. She stared blankly.
Wanna suck… gulp his thick white cum right now. Body's screaming for it. Need his seed down my throat…!
Tongue flicking out unconsciously—
"Hold."
"Ah…"
She froze. His whisper in her ear:
"Hungry for it?"
"N-no! As if I'd—"
"Then forget it."
He reached to pull up his underwear. This is wrong. So wrong. Not me! But her hand landed on his—touching the body she'd always despised.
"Why?"
"L-let me suck it…"
"You want to suck?"
You know what to do, right?
His gaze pinned her; Lenaris froze stiff again.