Unfair Deal
“Ah...”
Silveryia opened her eyes. The orc who had boldly declared he would ravish her was nowhere to be seen.
“No way... was it a dream?”
The chirping of birds suggested it might be morning. As Silveryia sat up, the blanket slipped from her body, revealing her pale, full breasts.
“Hah... no, that can't be.”
She wanted to believe it had been a dream, but the red, mottled marks blooming across her skin made her cheeks flush with heat.
“Right... after yesterday's battle, my body just got strangely hot, and I...”
Even though her subordinate had been captured by the enemy, she'd given in to her filthy desires and pleasured herself... only to get caught by that damn orc!
“Orc...!”
She'd sensed him approaching. She didn't know how he'd breached their brutal defenses to infiltrate her tent, but like opposite poles of a magnet snapping together, she'd detected his presence and snatched up her sword to finish him off. But she'd failed.
It wasn't a lack of resolve. Her ambush had caught him completely off guard. And yet, she'd failed. It was bizarre—like something was sucking the strength right out of her.
The orc had stormed into her command tent so brazenly, along with his minions, and subjected her to utter humiliation. And that wasn't enough—he'd offered her that shameful deal, and she'd accepted it. She'd even prepared that collar in advance, the kind she could never remove or escape, even if she'd contemplated suicide.
A humiliating wager where she'd staked her own body, leaving her no room to dodge or flee, sinking deeper with every step she took. But if there was some silver lining, it was that if she didn't submit to the orc, he'd return Sir Kandor and offer up his own head.
No matter how depraved and cunning the bastard was... “Sir Kandor...” Was he still alive? He was probably suffering in the midst of those monsters even now.
Honestly, there was no romance between them. She didn't know how he felt about her, but Silveryia doubted he harbored anything beyond comradeship—certainly not more. With that thought, she vowed to get him back and rose from her bed.
But that resolve lasted only a moment.
“Hngh?!”
The foreign sensation stirring in her gut hit her again, and Silveryia collapsed face-first onto the bed in a pathetic sprawl.
“M-my body...!”
It was hypersensitive. Maybe because she was still naked from head to toe, but certain spots burned especially—her pussy, her breasts squeezed like a cow's udders by those brutish hands, her nipples toyed with like some childish prank to mock her. But even all those combined paled against the arm-thick dildo jammed in her ass.
“Hah, hngh...!”
Her body shuddered from the unpleasant intrusion, yet Silveryia couldn't bring herself to pull out the lewd toy lodged in her rear.
Shame, humiliation, disgrace—even if she looked like a brothel whore right now, she had no choice but to accept it.
But Silveryia didn't reject the alien fullness in her belly. For pleasure? No. It was to remember. This sensation etched into her flesh the burning vow: one day, she'd rise above this humiliation and make that orc pay!
“I'll endure... I swear it!”
She staggered out of bed, full of fiery determination to uphold her chastity. But then the dildo inside her gave a faint tremor, and she crumpled to the spot.
“Hngh♥”
A jolt raced up her spine, pleasure flooding her body in an instant. Love juices squirted from between her legs like a water gun.
A few days ago, she'd have blushed in shame at her body's betrayal. But now, fueled by her new sense of purpose, Silveryia sprang to her feet and shouted.
“Th-this won't... break me! I won't submit... never!”
Bzzz...
“Heh, hehk!!”
Why?! I didn't even try to pull it out—why is it...?!
Come to think of it, that orc had said it was mystically linked to him, vibrating at his command. But had he hidden other functions from her?!
Bzzz, bzzzzz...
The dildo thrashed inside her like a live fish, and Silveryia's body began to bow like a drawn bowstring.
“Ahh, ahhga...”
N-no... not again... it's coming... I'm gonna cum...♥
She absolutely couldn't give in, but once she'd tasted it, the pleasure only grew more addictive. Her eyes glazed over, drool spilling from her lips.
Electric bliss wrapped around her. D-danger... I have to pull it out...!
It had barely been minutes since she'd sworn to endure for her duty and vigilance, yet here she was, teetering on collapse. Silveryia rose on tiptoe, panting.
“Hah... hah...”
I-it keeps moving... so hard to grab...!
She flailed awkwardly, reaching back toward her ass, but every time, the dildo slyly twisted away, and her pussy's lewd nectar trickled down her thighs.
“St-stop... hng... stay still...! Ahng♥”
How long did she struggle? Finally, her fingertips brushed not soft flesh, but something hard and rigid.
“Ah!”
Right—if she just shoved it back in before that orc showed up and played dumb, it'd be fine. He wasn't even here; how would he know if she'd just inserted it now or had it in all along?
It was so shameless, even she scoffed at herself. But the moment her hand gripped the dildo—
Whirr! Whirr! Whirr!
“Wh-what?! N-nooo!! I'm cummiiing...!”
The sudden frenzy hurled Silveryia into a small climax. Desperate not to be heard outside, she clamped a hand over her mouth—but
“Lady Silveryia?”
“Wh-what?! What is it?!”
D-did they hear?! Am I busted?!
The sentry's voice from outside drained the color from her face. What if they discovered their steadfast commander in such a disgraceful state? She'd have to face anyone, any situation, as the unyielding knight she was supposed to be!
But even as panic paled her cheeks, another thought stirred within. “Hah... hah...♥”
She sat there, heart-eyes fluttering, gazing at the tent flap with ragged breaths.
What if that sentry saw me like this? Would he despise me? Yeah, he'd have to. The knight who always acts so tough, bossing him around—she's really just a slut who can't control her own body. Of course he'd scorn me...!
Lost in spiraling delusions, Silveryia unconsciously pinched the nipples that the orc had abused all night.
What if... what if that flap opened right now? Or if I opened it...?
She'd become the camp whore, passed around the soldiers...
As a shiver of unexpected arousal gripped her, a voice rang out—
“All personnel assembled for the morning briefing and reports, milady!”
“Hah!”
Right—the meeting. This wasn't the time for such nonsense. Silveryia scrambled into her clothes.
What kind of weak bitch am I?! Throwing myself into filthy fantasies over mere lust! How the hell am I supposed to rescue Sir Kandor like this?!
She'd done something utterly deplorable and shameful. Wiping the juices streaming down her thighs on a rag and tossing it in the trash, Silveryia groaned and called to the sentry.
“Got it. Be there soon.”
“Yes, ma'am!”
He really didn't hear? Thank god...
Relief washed over her, tinged with inexplicable disappointment.
Get it together, Silveryia! If this keeps up, I'll really be toying in that orc's palm!
Anyone else, maybe—but not that loathsome orc!
But just then—
Bzzzzzz...
“Hik!”
The forgotten dildo in her ass raged against her insides. Silveryia smoothed her bristling hair, wiped the lust from her face, and stepped out with the visage of a warrior once more.
With every step, the admiring gazes from her troops felt like leering eyes devouring something obscene. Just thinking about it made her feel like she'd squirt again.
No, I can't. Not now of all times!
Her plate armor lay shattered by the orc's hands, so she wore simple leather gear. One drop of pussy juice, and everyone would know.
N-next time, something with a skirt...
Sweating coldly, Silveryia hurried toward the strategy tent.