Sylvia's Defiant Handjob and Semen Shower
"Wh-what are you saying... sir! Wh-why..."
She couldn't bring herself to call herself the master's cute bitch Sylvia again, so Sylvia flushed red as she faced the orc's cock, flustered and mumbling vaguely without outright asking why am I like this? The reality of being tamed by this orc was humiliating enough to die from, but acting like a brothel whore fawning over him made it worse. His casual words and actions trampled her knightly pride without a second thought, leaving her seething—yet she cautiously tended to her asshole anyway. Sure, the orc had taken the dildo away now, but after a full day impaled on it, her body reflexively clenched around the void.
But her asshole, which had deliciously gripped that dildo all day, now seemed sulky at its absence, gaping and puckering like it was complaining. Her hole, teased relentlessly for hours, twitched with every ripple of its sensitive folds, making her body jolt.
"Y-you vile..."
"Vile what?"
"A-are you asking because you don't know?! My body—no, your cute bitch Sylvia's asshole is like this... like this...!"
"Oh, you mean it's empty without the dildo? Should've just said so—I didn't expect you'd miss it that much."
"N-no! Absolutely not! Don't come near me!"
She couldn't bear going through that again. It wasn't just the shame; the creepy feeling of losing herself terrified her. Sylvia desperately resisted him. The orc watched her like an owner amused by his fawning pet, then pointed at his cock once more.
"Come on, help me calm this down before your master croaks."
His shaft thrust skyward like it could pierce the ceiling. Sylvia edged closer warily.
If only it weren't for that bet...! She wouldn't be taking his orders and enduring this humiliation. Sidling over like a crab, she reached his bed and perched her ass on the edge.
"Ahh..."
She'd been too busy stripping earlier to really look, but now, staring intently at his cock, fresh emotions surged. She found herself scrutinizing every detail unbidden.
Th-that insane girth, veins bulging like they're about to burst... and the size—compared to what I said earlier, it really doesn't fall short...
Sylvia gulped repeatedly, grasping his cock like a priceless family heirloom.
Both hands barely wrap around it...! The grip felt just like when she'd wielded the holy sword enshrined in the palace. She stroked it gingerly, eyes squeezed shut—and at that moment, the lewd curse tattoo on her lower abdomen glowed.
Swoosh, swoosh.
"Ooh?!"
No one had taught her, yet she caressed his cock like it was some sacred relic. The orc yelped in surprise at her sudden move. But Sylvia didn't even hear him. It wasn't tiring—in fact, the more she stroked, the more she craved it. No matter how many times she ran her hands down its length, it stayed rock-hard, refusing to soften. Like the dildo that tormented her, it was firm yet yielding, bouncing slightly under her grip—endlessly fun. Is this what a real man's cock is like?
Aah... yes, this is...
A peerless blade, capable of shattering the purity of any beauty or knight in one thrust. A true virgin-slaying superweapon! Even Valkyries ferrying brave warriors' souls would falter before it, Sylvia was certain. Lost in fondling his cock and her depraved musings, she suddenly snapped to with a 'Hah!' and glared at the orc.
"Wh-what did you do to me again, you fiend! You sneaky orc!"
"Outta nowhere?!"
No, she got entranced before I even said anything—why's she flipping out on me? Feeling unjustly accused, the orc considered spelling out the harsh truth but held back. Her fresh reaction was novel, she wouldn't believe him anyway, and he was dying to see how she'd react once she fell under him—blaming him while rationalizing it all. So he played along.
"Heh, so you noticed."
"S-see! You cowardly, honorless scum with no pride even if you scrubbed your eyes raw...!"
"Truth is, my cock's special. Once it gets hard, it releases pheromones that enchant and arouse all the bitches around."
Of course, that only worked on orc biology, but rationality already fled Sylvia as her eyes spun dizzily toward his shaft.
Right, there's no way I'd caress and cradle a non-human orc's cock of my own volition.
Yeah, it was the pheromones. She wasn't at fault. The cool-headed, honest knight was gone. Now there was just a female fixated on the male before her, rationalizing to herself. As Sylvia reached again for that tantalizing absolute cock(?), smack!
"Ah..."
The orc swatted her hand. The sting should have snapped her awake, but instead, she pouted regretfully at being denied his cock again. To her, he said:
"A bitch touching her master's cock without permission? That's the height of disloyalty."
"Wh-who said I touched your filthy, veiny, throbbing cock because I wanted it, you adulterer!"
Her out-of-left-field retort made her clap a hand over her mouth with a gasp, but the orc cackled.
"Oh? So my cock looks tasty to you?"
"...No way. Why would I crave your shitty dick!"
She huffed tsundere-style, still stumbling over sex talk like a newbie. The orc grinned like a mischievous kid, then hopped off the bed.
"Guess I can't force it if you don't wanna touch."
He turned his back to her.
"Ah..."
As his cock vanished from view, Sylvia unwittingly voiced her dismay—then whoosh!
"Eek!"
The orc spun back, swinging his cock straight into her face. It slapped her right cheek with a wet smack.
Th-the cock, so close...! She wanted to touch it. But her pride forbade it. And this was a bet on her subordinate's life! Getting distracted by the enemy commander's cock... Her thoughts tangled, but the orc shoved it toward her face and commanded:
"That's an order, Sylvia Isis."
Serve my cock with your hands.
"Aah..."
No sooner had he spoken than Sylvia seized the cock before her eyes. She gripped it desperately, like a pine clinging to a cliffside rock to avoid plummeting to death. Why overthink? This was the bet. She was enduring his taming, and absolute obedience was one condition. She craved his cock only because of his vile scheme—and she was resisting by reluctantly caressing it as ordered.
"Haa... haa... ♥"
Excited breaths escaped her lips, and stains spread from her ass across the bed.
Is touching it like this okay...? Aah, does he like it here?
Same organ, but its throbbing changed with her touch. No exaggeration calling her a sword genius—she adapted to this new "blade" instantly. Now one hand leisurely stroked his cock while the other spread her pussy, fingering it, pinching her clit, even probing the asshole that had hosted a dildo all day.
Just yesterday, she'd begged and sobbed it wasn't for insertions—yet now she plunged fingers in, stirring for pleasure.
"Aah... asshole... feels so good... ♥"
"Ho? Didn't you say it wasn't for that?"
The orc smirked twistedly as he teased her. Sylvia giggled dopily.
"Nooo... I never said that... ♥"
Why reject something this good? As if to help, the orc reached out and kneaded her plump breasts.
"Aang~ ♥ My tits are sensitive ♥"
"Why's that?"
"B-because of you!"
"Master."
"Thanks to our great master's torment all last night, your cute lewd bitch Sylvia's tits got as sensitive as her pussy~ ♥"
Her pupils now held hearts like her lewd curse tattoo, her speech fully that of a bitch fawning over her male.
"So I win the bet?"
"N-nooo... Not my virginity! I'll never give that up!"
"Why not?"
Why? Why was she like this? Doubts flooded her mind. Then the hearts faded from her eyes, the tattoo's glow dimmed.
"Sir Kandor..."
"Right, don't forget, Sylvia. You're betting against me—not chasing your own pleasure."
"Ah..."
When did she become this? Her fingering hand stilled in her asshole as despair crept over her face, eyes blinking blankly.
"N-no! It's a lie! I-I'd never! This is, this!!"
Having forgotten her goal for base pleasure horrified her—she denied herself furiously. But then a voice whispered in her ear:
"Yeah, it's all my scheme!"
"Y-your sch...eme..."
"You're not lewd. It's all this body's fault! The great orc Red Bear's doing. Remember that."
"Right... I, I'm..."
Yes. The thing before her was her hated enemy. No way she'd find his cock enticing! She wasn't lewd—just ensnared by his plot. A commander's blunder. But mistakes could be fixed. The despair cleared from her eyes; her sapphire gaze sharpened with resolve.
"That's right! I'm the daughter of my great mother, Veronica Isis—Sylvia Isis! I'll never, ever lose to you!"
One hand clutching the enemy's cock, the other buried in her own asshole—such a spirited declaration. The orc grinned ear-to-ear.
"Yeah, that's the spirit. So what if you break? Just don't lose."
With that:
"Here's a commemorative first load from your great master to his lewd bitch knight Sylvia! Receive it gratefully!"
"What?! Stop—"
His cock, unmoved by her strokes, twitched wildly and erupted, spraying thick white semen over her head like a breached dam. Sylvia stared blankly, words forgotten. Moments later, the pungent scent snapped her back.
"I-I can't forgive you...!"
Her silver hair, face, tits, belly, legs—drenched head to toe like semen-dressed salad—she glared venomously. The orc admired his handiwork with a satisfied smile.
"A silver lily splattered in her hated enemy's cum... Ha... too adorable."
He leaned in, whispering in her ear:
"Now, next training session. Sylvia Isis."
The orc's body covered hers.