Hatred's Endless Loop of Pleasure
Staggering to her feet in the utterly empty meeting room, Silveryia ground her teeth as she recalled the now-silent dildo. But she didn't utter a single word about the orc, nor did the thought even cross her mind.
'So this is a curse that activates whenever negative emotions like hatred are directed at a specific target.' There had been no documentation or explanation, but she'd experienced it firsthand with her own body—and nearly fallen to depravity because of it. The more she burned with hatred for the enemy who had captured her subordinate, the more that hatred returned to her as pleasure. It had stopped at this level only because it was lodged in her ass, but what if it had been in her pussy...?
Gulping as a glimpse of that possible future flashed before her eyes, Silveryia flushed crimson and stomped the innocent ground. And though it surely hadn't been her intention, she felt gratitude—gratitude upon gratitude—toward the knights who had saved her. Fearing someone might spot the wet stain centered at her crotch, she bolted back to her tent.
To think that she, the supreme commander—no, the only woman in the entire unit, a stunning beauty worthy of the title "a sight to behold" worthy of stirring nations—had to sneak around like this among all those soldiers just to avoid being seen... (...)
"Th-this is all your fault!!"
Silveryia vented her rage at the culprit who had made these leather pants—now soaked from her crotch down to her thighs and knees—and shoved that dildo into her ass: the orc. She'd nearly gone beyond mere embarrassment and ceased being human altogether!
But even as she fumed, doubts crept in about herself. Was I always such a person with no self-control? Masturbating in secret amid a memorial for the fallen, consumed by lust—maybe knighthood was secondary, and she actually had a real talent for whoring. And the evidence proving it (her thoroughly soaked pants) was irrefutable.
Biting her lip hard, Silveryia muttered to herself.
"No, no! Get a grip, Silveryia! This is all part of that orc's scheme! That vile, loathsome—"
-Vrrrrm!!
"Eek?!"
She harbored hatred for the orc → the dildo buzzed → she writhed in ecstasy → she snapped out of it and cursed the orc → the dildo buzzed even harder.
An infinite loop where she suffered one-sided losses unless that orc who had shoved the dildo in her pulled it out!
"No way... Did he plan this from the start?!"
How far ahead had this orc seen? Could it be that even this was something she didn't know about, and the orc had actually freed her out of...?
'What the hell am I thinking?!'
"Y-you wicked orc! Y-you even cast some perverse spell on me! There's no way I'd have such lewd thoughts otherwise!"
"Ah, real kukuku."
"You! Since when?!"
She'd clearly seen him leave this place yesterday, so why was the orc's voice echoing here now?!
In shock, Silveryia whipped her head toward the source of the voice—but
-Vrrrrrmmm!!
"Nngaaahhh! St-stop!!"
She glared at the orc with eyes brimming with murderous intent as he smirked wickedly and amplified the dildo's vibrations, but the orc paid her no mind. On the contrary—
-Whiiiirrr!!!
"Nnhiiiik?! St-stop it! D-don't make it buzz any more... My womb, my womb's ringing again... It's getting hot, so hottt?!"
The more her hatred flared, the harder the dildo thrummed in proportion, singing with delight. Silveryia dribbled yellow fluid through her pants and collapsed flat on the spot.
The pleasure she'd wrung out through that taboo masturbation in the meeting room—flavored with guilt—was nothing compared to the ecstasy that hit her the moment she encountered the root of all evil, the orc himself. She didn't want to know, but her body was telling her this uncomfortable truth in no uncertain terms as she thrashed about.
"Are you actually a water spirit or something? How do you squirt this much?"
With her face grinding into the dirt floor, Silveryia desperately reached back toward her ass to yank out the anal dildo. But there, crouching right in front of her, was her hated enemy: the orc.
"Silveryia Isis, we had a deal, remember?"
"Wh-what... deaaal... ♥"
Trembling violently from the intense pleasure that had lolled her tongue out, Silveryia managed to ask as the orc dry-washed his face and muttered.
"This is a problem... This is really a problem. If you're already losing yourself to pleasure like this, it's trouble for you and for me."
"Wh-what are yooou—"
"Well, sure, I wouldn't mind, but what would our poor Sir Kandor think if he saw his superior like this?"
"Eh?"
Yes—Sir Kandor. She, Silveryia Isis, had been captured by this orc she wanted to tear limb from limb precisely to rescue her subordinate...
"You... bastard...!"
Even under her venomous glare, the orc just grinned and yanked her pants down with a whoosh.
"Y-you...!"
So he'd finally lost patience and was going to rape her! Fine—she hadn't expected to remain a virgin on the battlefield anyway. Yes, the blood she'd soon spill would be the last you'd ever see from—
"Ah, looks like you're under some misunderstanding."
"What the hell are you—?! Hnngh?! I-it's coming out, coming oooout!!"
The orc chuckled dryly and plucked the dildo from her ass like pulling a radish from the field. She'd had the vibrating toy inside her for nearly a day and a half, leaving her hypersensitive, and now this.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Reeling from the orc's unexpected lethal strike (?), Silveryia squirted clear fluids this time.
Coming in front of him was no big deal anymore, but Silveryia didn't care about such changes in herself right now. Finally, that damned dildo was out of her body.
The orc casually pulled it free and stared at her winking, lonely anus before turning back to the dildo.
"Whoa, this thing's so shiny—is it wood or plastic?"
Before insertion, it had been a dull wooden dildo, but now, fresh from Silveryia's body, it gleamed so brightly it hurt the eyes.
"Hm? I figured it'd be caked in shit or something, but nothing? Do beauties not poop, or is it poetic license? Novelistic license? Something like that?"
Holding the dildo freshly extracted from her ass, the orc examined it from every angle—and then sniffed it. Even if she was a mess right now, having him sniff there was too humiliating. Silveryia's face burned scarlet as she shrieked.
"Wh-why are you sniffing that spot's smell, you pervert!!!"
"Oh, you're back to your senses."
Why does this orc seem happier now that I've pulled myself together? Rubbing her sore ass as she stood, Silveryia heard the orc say—as if he'd been waiting—
"Strip."
"What?"
"Our deal, remember? Strip first in front of me, and use formal speech."
"I-I never agreed to that—"
"Sir Kandooor~"
The magic incantation that pinned her in place. Silveryia's fists trembled as she glared at the orc, but seeing him unmoved, she unclenched her hands and averted her eyes.
Shivering with shame at having to bare herself before this orc, Silveryia stripped off her clothes piece by piece. With each garment falling to the floor, the orc's cock—barely concealed by rags—swelled larger in response.
'Ah... that thing...'
It was her first time seeing a real man's cock up close. She'd glimpsed aroused stallions on the battlefield, but 'I heard humans aren't that big, but orcs... are they all this huge?!'
Was it horse-sized? Swallowing hard at the thought, Silveryia faced her first real male organ—not human, but still male, an orc's cock—and suddenly realized it was dangling right in front of her nose. She yelped in horror.
"H-how dare you get that, th-that thing hard while looking at a woman's shame! Have you no sense of decency at all!!"
"Formal speech."
"...Yes."
Should she cover herself or blind herself? Caught in life's worst dilemma, Silveryia hesitated—until her final bastion, her pure white panties, fluttered to the floor. The orc, looking satisfied, dangled his cock as he walked to her bedroll and promptly lay down on it.
What the hell did he plan to make her do? Silveryia eyed him suspiciously but, to learn his intent, used the formal speech he'd demanded.
"Wh-what are you doing... sir? Gr-great and mighty m-master? Your cute bitch Silveryia is just so curious... Y-you bastard, making me say such shameful things...!!"
Not content with "great and mighty master," she'd called herself "your cute bitch Silveryia"! Beyond the humiliation, the shame of uttering it herself brought tears to her eyes.
Grinning at her, the orc flashed a wicked smile and beckoned her closer. With no choice but to obey, Silveryia covered her breasts and pussy as she crept toward him, her face on the verge of tears.
As she approached, the orc pointed to his raging erection and said to Silveryia,
"Heh heh, I'm an evil orc, so come comfort my dickie right here~"